Page 30 of Three Meows

Rowan’s tongue licked over the stinging flesh and I tilted my head with a groan to give him better access. My hands had been itching to touch since he emerged shamelessly half-naked from the shower and now I didn’t have to feel guilty for my horny thoughts as I reached to touch those wonderful muscles. While my right hand found a firm pec and my left traced just above the towel around Rowan’s hips, his hands traveled to my ass and then to my thighs.

“Hold on,” he said and then hoisted me up.

A high-pitched, surprised squeak left my lips, but my instincts activated on time and I threw my arms around his neck and squeezed my legs around his waist to keep in place. I didn’t have to worry; it felt like Rowan could hold me up with only his hands on my ass.

“Show off,” I panted out.

The smug smile told me he knew how much I liked his display of strength.

Rowan proved how unnecessary it was to carry me like that when it took only three steps to deposit me back on the couch.

Ridiculous.

But I didn’t have breath to complain about his theatrics as Rowan took possession of my lips as soon as my ass hit the cushions.

The man licked at the seam of my lips and I only had to give him the smallest opening for his tongue to invade my mouth. Every movement was a precision strike that made me glad I was already sitting because I felt my knees go weak as I tried to respond in kind and was firmly put in my place. Rowan cradled my face and put me where he wanted with such casual dominance I could do nothing except melt into his touch.

I was ready to let him do anything he wanted to me. Screw the three dates rule, I wanted him to bend me over and rail me until I cried. When he settled next to me on the couch and then pulled me onto his lap, my pussy throbbed and I squirmed, pressing my back to his chest.

His hand slid over my hip, tracing the line of my skirt down to its edge… yes, yes, he only had to lift it up to sneak his hand into my panties.

The fingers left my skirt and then even my leg as Rowan reached forward…

“Which show?” Rowan asked casually as he turned the TV on with the remote in his hand.

I was speechless for solid three seconds.

Then my eyes narrowed.

Two could play this game.

“Let’s start with one of my favorites then,” I said brightly and directed Rowan to a show that practically oozed sexual tension.

Let’s see how long he was going to abstain with this honey trap playing and me squirming on his lap!

Fast-forward to half an hour later and I was the one about to break.

Rowan cheated by cuddling me, running his thumb absentmindedly on the inside of my thigh, and by placing a soft kiss on the back of my neck from time to time.

It was less than I wanted, but more than I could stand.

When the first episode of my pick ended, it was Rowan’s turn to introduce me to a show. It was a sci-fi series with compelling characters and amazing political intrigue. The problem was, it was hard to follow all the twists and turns and appreciate the worldbuilding details when I was so horny I was about to become a personification of the sin of lust.

I turned abruptly, changing my position to face Rowan instead of the screen.

“Look, this show is awesome, but if you want me to focus on it properly, you need to do something.” I tried to go for a stern voice, but it came out more like a whine.

The way I couldn’t stop myself from pressing against his thigh in little back-and-forth movements made it impossible to misinterpret what thatsomethingI wanted was.

The smile that spread over Rowan’s face was utterly infuriating. He kept me in suspense as he reached for the TV remote slowly. My breath caught when the sounds from behind me stopped. Did that mean…?

“This show needs proper appreciation,” Rowan said.

The thought that it was the longest sentence I heard him ever speak ran through my mind before I yelped as I was unceremoniously lifted and Rowan pulled my panties down until they slipped off my feet, pooling on the floor in a heap of lacy blue.

Then he slid down the cushions and pulled me forward until my knees bracketed his head. At the first touch of his tongue against my folds, I curled against the back of the couch as a surprised shout flew from my lips.

After nearly an hour of being relentlessly teased I was positively dripping. Rowan’s clever fingers opened me up for his tongue, as he scooped every trace of my arousal as if it was the sweetest nectar.

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