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Burying one slick finger knuckle deep inside Rowan’s ass interrupts the steady rhythm he had going on my dick. Groaning from his chest, he spits me out of his mouth just to praise me.

“Fuck, baby. That feels so good,” he pants against my thigh. “Don’t stop. You’re gonna make me come in your fucking mouth, baby.”

His ass squeezes my finger in a death grip, but there’s just enough room for me to rub his walls while he grinds between my hand and my mouth. He jerks my cock with strength and vigor, but it isn’t until he engulfs me back into his hot mouth that I know I’m about to come. It’s the feel of him groaning around my shaft as the first shot of his fluid hits the back of my throat that pushes me over the edge. My orgasm hits whileRowan is bucking against my mouth, feeding me enough of his seed that my eyes water and my stomach flips.

I drink down every drop, and Rowan swallows all of mine. And when we’re both spent and full, we turn onto our backs beside each other and heave breaths up at the ceiling.

Savasana.

The thought makes me laugh. For some reason, Rowan laughs too.

As soon as I’ve caught my breath, I turn back onto my side and turn Rowan onto his, too, facing away from me this time. I push on his hip and squeeze his ass, pulling his cheeks apart so I’m eye to eye with his tight hole. It winks, daring me to have a taste. I dive in, wanting to eat my fill, and I lave that little pucker with my eager tongue until it’s relaxed enough I can dig my tongue through his rim.

“Oh my God,” Rowan breathes. His hand finds the back of my head and rests it there, not holding me in place or pulling me further in. Just resting there, sometimes finger-combing my hair. “Feels so good,” he softly moans. “Why does it feel so good?”

“Why do you taste so fucking good?”

He breathes a chuckle that becomes a pleasured sigh as I return my tongue to his hole.

It isn’t until my jaw feels sore that I pry my mouth from between his cheeks, and by then, my cock is half hard again.

“Tommy?” Rowan turns onto his delicious ass and sits up. He hugs his knees to his chest the way he does when he’s nervous, but the look on his face is pure wickedness. “I wanna give you your present now.”

Perfect timing. My hand instinctively wraps around my dick, coaxing it to swell. “Oh yeah? I’ll be honest, it’s gonna be hard to top the present you just gave me.”

His wicked smile becomes a devilish smirk. “It’s in my bag,” he says before scooting himself across the bed and padding across the charcoal carpet.

In his bag? Curious now, I sit up and watch him dig through his luggage with a giddy flutter in my tummy. If this is anything like the FitBit he gave me, I’ll hate that he wasted the money on me, so I hope it’s only a simple pleasure. Jelly beans maybe, or a cock ring so I can last longer the next time we sixty-nine.

A second after Rowan zips his bag back up and stands, he’s saying, “Catch,” and tossing me something no larger than my palm. I catch it, feeling a plastic bottle and seeing clear gel inside. The label spills the beans clear as day, and my eyes go as wide as my smile stretches.Anal lube.

I look from the travel size bottle up to Rowan, who’s staring back at me thoughtfully. What I once interpreted as stoicism, I now know is Rowan’s thoughtfulness—his inquisitive mind working overtime with not enough energy left over to make his face emote all that he’s feeling.

“For real?” I ask.

He shrugs one shoulder. “You’re always saying how bad you wanna fuck my ass.”

Leaving the lube on the duvet, I climb off the bed and circle my arms around Rowan’s waist. The way we are, my dick pokes at his, and I feel him grow against me. Touching my forehead to his, I say, “I want to so bad, but only if you want me to.”

The corner of his mouth ticks up. “I bought the damn lube, didn’t I?”

I gulp, head swimming, and my heart pumping all my blood down to my dick.

“Or…do you want me to say it?” He tilts his chin and grazes his lips against my ear. “I want you to make me come while your long, fat cock is inside me as far as it’ll go.”

I shudder, my hands gripping Rowan’s ass and pulling his hips against mine. Rubbing my cock against his pelvis, I let out a needy moan.

The heat of Rowan’s mouth covers mine, and we kiss with languid sweeps of our tongues while Rowan’s hand slips between us, just enough room to wrap his fingers around my shaft and tug me loosely.

“C’mon, baby boy,” he whispers into my mouth before stepping back. He holds my cock like a leash, guiding me back to bed. He falls to the center of it, head on the pillows, and I fall on top of him, kissing him, touching him, loving him.

“I should stretch you more first,” I murmur against his lips.

“Yeah?” He combs his fingers up and down my back, his legs already hooked around my hips. “Did Google tell you that? You look up a step-by-step guide on how to fuck your boyfriend’s ass?”

I blush, because he’s sort of right. “I just don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You’re not gonna hurt me.”

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