3. Chapter 3 #3
“I’m sleeping next to you for warmth,” Milo explained brightly, then inched closer.
“I thought you had heating charms?” Was that a tinge of amusement in his voice?
“Eh, you’re better.”
Milo caught the subtle jerking motion of the body beside him, like Rowan was laughing on the inside. Oh, he shouldn’t have done that—Milo was just encouraged. Emboldened, he moved up against Rowan’s side and threw an arm over the man’s waist, noting the firm muscles pressed beneath his arm.
Then he held his breath.
Rowan let out this little sigh, like he was put upon. But he didn’t move. He didn’t tell Milo to move. He just…accepted it.
Wow. Really? Maybe Milo should explain that unless he heard a no, he would charge full speed ahead. Well, no. If he did, Rowan would stop indulging him. But on the other hand, he really needed to learn where he stood with this man. Hmm, decisions, decisions.
The night grew thicker, darker, with the only sounds being the crackle of the fire and the song of insects in the brush. It was incredibly peaceful, really. Even the horses were nodding off. With a long day of travel behind him, Milo should have dropped off to sleep without much trouble.
Unfortunately, he had miscalculated. Sure, teasing Rowan was super fun, but now he was all pressed up against this deliciously handsome male and his libido wanted to do something about it.
Milo hadn’t had sex in ages. The last person he’d had sex with was Andrew, and he absolutely refused to think of that. And…and… Fuck.
Maybe the common sense part of his brain should have more priority.
A warm large hand came to rest on top of his. “Why are you fidgeting? Settle.”
“I, uh, am trying. Also failing.”
“Why?”
Rowan’s fingers started to play with his, a light tussle that shouldn’t have been anything, but Milo’s skin tingled at the brush of callused skin against his own. He swallowed hard, eyes fixed on Rowan’s fingers. He could totally suck one of those fingers into his mouth. That would be fine, right?
Wait, Rowan had asked a question. Problem was, Milo would rather cut off his tongue than answer said question. “Just fidgety, I guess.”
Now, Milo knew Rowan was a sweetheart, but he apparently was also Very Observant.
Milo caught the movement as Rowan looked him over, one ginger brow slowly rising, and then this lecherous grin started playing around his mouth.
Milo was struck dumb. Woah, look at that smile.
Rowan somehow looked even more handsome while smiling.
And he’d been plenty handsome to begin with!
Milo didn’t whimper, but it was close. Damn close.
“I might be reading you wrong, but would you like to have sex, little mage?”
Milo nodded fervently. Please?
A pleased hum rumbled out of Rowan’s throat, and it honestly sounded like a predator cat spotting delicious prey.
At least, Milo certainly felt like he was facing down a predator, because his nerves were jittery, skittering under his skin.
His mouth felt dry, but it wasn’t flight or fight that kicked in—it was very much fuck.
Rowan turned them, rolling so he was half on top of Milo, and gods, the weight of him felt amazing. Milo loved the sensation of firm male over him. Then Rowan closed the rest of the distance, one hand cradling Milo’s face as he gently pressed their lips together.
Hot damn! Kisses! Milo enthusiastically threw himself into the act.
He loved kissing, and he didn’t do enough of it.
According to him. He felt Rowan startle as he kissed him back, as Milo’s response was a touch aggressive, but Rowan’s surprise certainly didn’t stop him.
Slightly chapped lips against his own was stunning, and he loved the feel of bristle against his cheeks.
The kiss turned hungry, searching, and increasingly hotter.
It stunned Milo how good their sexual chemistry was, but he absolutely wasn’t questioning it.
When Rowan swept his tongue into his mouth, Milo groaned, tangling his own tongue with it.
A questing hand smoothed down his chest, toward his trouser buttons, and Milo wasn’t sure if that hand was asking a question, but the answer was absolutely yes. Yes to undoing his pants, yes to at least a hand job, absolutely yes.
In fact, he was quite on board with reciprocating. He tried to get his hand down to Rowan’s trousers but kept getting distracted by the very nice kisses. Fuck, this man could kiss.
Somehow, he managed to fumble open the buttons.
At about the same time, Rowan finished undoing Milo’s pants and slid a hand inside.
Ngh, gods almighty, that hot hand wrapped around his length was the stuff of daydreams. Milo was desperate now to return the favor and managed to get his hand inside Rowan’s pants, and wow.
Woooooow, he was well endowed. Fuck, did Milo have oil?
Shit, he didn’t.
Of all the things he didn’t pack, why was oil one of them?!
Milo broke the kiss to whine, “I don’t have oil. Do you?”
Rowan shook his head, lips tilted to suggest he was still amused. “I didn’t expect this.”
“Yeah, fair, I didn’t either, but I—ngh, gods I love your hands—I really want you to fuck me until my back breaks.”
“Nothing I can do about that tonight.” Rowan moved Milo’s legs to either side so he could kneel between them.
He pulled his hand off Milo’s dick—no fair!
—before tugging off his own shirt, which revealed all of the muscle, along with the happy trail Milo had spied earlier, and Milo absolutely had to get his mouth on that.
Rowan tugged Milo’s shirt up before levering himself down again, laving at a nipple as he got situated, which Milo absolutely loved, and Rowan could do that the rest of the night.
When Rowan lifted his head, it was with a filthy grin. Gods, this man was going to ruin him.
Rowan shifted again, this time caging both of their cocks in one hand.
He was a genius.
Milo grabbed both fabric-covered cheeks of that amazing ass he’d stared at all day, pulling Rowan in closer, and the man used his momentum to start sliding back and forth, creating the most amazing friction.
Soft gasps kept tumbling from Milo’s lips. It felt so good. So amazingly good. And he loved the heat in Rowan’s eyes, the way the man stared at him with such obvious hunger. For a man who didn’t emote well, he sure was doing it now.
Pleasure built steadily with every thrust of Rowan’s cock.
Milo shifted under it, wanting more, knowing he couldn’t really get much more than this without oil, but he was still greedy.
Hungry for more of this amazing pleasure building in his body.
In fact, it was too much, it was coming too hard at him, and he was getting closer and closer to a climax.
Hard lips once again seized his mouth, and he groaned into the kiss. A hot tongue tangled with his again and he loved it. In fact, he lifted one hand off Rowan’s ass to tangle it in his amazing red hair, thrilled by the knowledge that it was softer than it looked.
Either Rowan really liked having his hair played with or he’d already been close, because his head snapped back and a hoarse shout filled the air as he came right over Milo’s belly.
Milo was still reaching for his climax when Rowan stopped moving, head resting against his shoulder.
He breathed hard, like he’d just finished a mad sprint.
Milo could give him a second, no biggie.
A moment later, Rowan lifted himself up, murmuring, “I’ll see to you.”
“Please and thank you.” Milo could have gotten himself off, but he wanted Rowan’s hand or mouth doing it. Much more satisfying.
Rowan shifted farther down, dragging Milo’s pants down a bit more with him, and oh wow, he really was going to use his mouth.
Milo didn’t even have a chance to question this before the man sucked Milo’s dick right in.
That wet heat was exactly what he was craving.
Milo buried both hands in Rowan’s hair. The firelight caught on the strands, playing over his features, and he looked like some warrior king turned seducer.
The way those hazel eyes snared Milo’s as he tongued the slit just about made Milo come on the spot.
There was sensual delight in those eyes, a wicked sort of pleasure driving Milo over the edge.
Milo had to close his eyes against the erotic sight, not daring to look, as it was sure to send him immediately over the edge.
He wanted to enjoy the feeling a little longer.