Page 96 of Hate Wrecked

He pushes me back, spreads my legs, and before I can speak, his tongue is on my clit, and I cry out. It only increases his attention and spurs him on.

I grip the blankets around me, close my eyes to the dizzying feeling building in my belly.

Rowan and his mouth, Rowan and his hands, always pressing, prying, begging me to tumble over.

I have missed this so much; fantasized too long. I wanted it to be him then. I wanted him to take me, to be the first.

I say his name, and he pulls his mouth away and kneels before me, his length in his hand. He rubs it over me, and I’m soaked. “Just fuck me, please.”

He grins, his broad smile wounding. A small laugh falls from his lips, and he keeps teasing me, running the head of his length over my clit in slow circles. “Riley, Riley. Do you know how long I’ve wanted this, how much I wanted it then?”

“Rowan, please, don’t tease me. I fucking can’t do this anymore.”

I grip my breasts, throw my head back, close my eyes, and let myself feel everything.

With achingly slow movements, he pushed into me, just the head, just enough to make me cry out. And instead of giving me what I want, he teases me. His thumb finds my sensitive clit, and presses.

“Please,” I beg again, and he pushes my legs apart, inching in just another breath.

It’s torture, the teasing, the slowness of him.

I reach down, push his hand away, and begin touching myself as I lock eyes with him.

I grin when he shakes his head, when he looks away. “Riley, I won’t last.”

“I don’t care.” I continue playing with myself, moving down so he pushes further into me. Before I can tease more, Rowan reaches down and lifts me as he sits back; in one swift movement, he is deep inside of me, and I’m straddling him. I let out a cry as his hands find my hips, pulling me close. “Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes,” I breathe, riding him. His mouth finds my nipple, hands moving me in a tortuous grind.

I could do this for hours, all night, until the rain ends and the sun rises.

Rowan pulls away, his eyes closed. “Riley, slow down, wait, fuck...”

And then he’s spilling into me, his head thrown back in anguish and ecstasy.

I gather my hair and continue to ride him as he falls back, hands on my hips, keeping us connected, two bodies as one.

I haven’t come yet, and after a moment, Rowan locks eyes with me, knowing, determined. He rolls us over, pulls out of me, and lavishes me with his tongue again, his finger pushing in with both of our wants spilling all over his knuckles.

He fucks me with his fingers as his tongue flicks. My cries become more desperate, my hips bucking until his mouth is there again.

I come with a cry, sticky with him, sweaty from the night. He kisses the salt of my sun blessed skin, the want all over my inner thigh.

And when his mouth finds mine, our tongues dance.

I taste myself; I taste him. I taste everything I’ve been begging for, everything I won’t let go of ever again.

We fuck and taste each other and touch all night, and when the sun breaks over the water, we finally fall asleep.

LOST

ROWAN

The days are long.We spend them together. We fish, gather water, and wash our clothes. We do all the things we have done before, but now, we touch. Riley laughs and sings by the fire. We make love in the tent. We devour each other on the shore. We explore each other under the cool water of the shower.

It’s everything; it’s a dream wrapping around our nightmare.

And then, one day, everything changes.

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