Rowan bent and captured my lips. It wasn’t rough like before. No hard crashes of his mouth or scrapes of his teeth. The kiss was soft. Slow. His tongue brushed mine, and heat burrowed deep inside of me, replacing the cold that had settled there earlier.
His hand came around my cock, and his palm was slick with the oil from the vial. He’d grabbed it without my knowing, the sneaky thief. I was drunk on him, reveling in his taste and how fucking amazing it felt when he touched me.
Touches that soared to the next level as he guided my cock into place and sank down on me.
“Fuck,” I said, voice shaking. The sudden explosion of heat nearly made me blow my load on the spot. “That… that’s… oh my god.”
Rowan started a slow grind, taking me in a few inches, pulling up, then dropping back down and taking me deep. He dropped kisses to me in between, kissing my lips, jaw, and cheek.
I treasured each one of those soft pecks, knowing he didn’t give them out to anyone else. Maybe Iwasa little greedy. I wanted all of his kisses. Every one of his cocky smiles. I even wanted his smart-ass mouth and the playful insults he threw at me. Like calling me a sad toad and teasing me for my clumsiness.
“Your moans are so loud,” Rowan teased. “I’m sure all of Exalos can hear you.”
“It’s your fault. You feel too good.”
“Just good?” He pulled nearly all the way off, leaving only my tip inside.
Frustrated, I tried to pump my hips up into him, but he was a lot stronger and kept me pinned. “Did I say good? I meant amazing. Mind-blowing. Incredible.”
“That’s more like it.” He took mercy on me and rode me just like I craved. “You feel incredible too. I might need to steal you away again after all so I can have my wicked way with you whenever I please.”
My laugh came out hoarse. “Or you could just stay with me. Dick privileges for life.”
“Tempting offer.” He glided the backs of his knuckles over my chin. “None of your other men take you this way, do they?”
I shook my head. “You’re the only one.”
A warm smile crossed his face. “Good.”
I’d like to say I lasted for a long time and gave him the ride of his life. But truth was, I shot my load only a handful of seconds later. He fucked me hard as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into me, milking me for all I had. As I moaned and bucked up into him, losing my goddamn mind, he watched me.
“Gods,” Rowan said with a breathy groan, his stomach muscles tightening. He was close.
I took hold of his cock to help him along, and on the third stroke, he shuddered with his climax, splashing warm cum on my belly.
After, he slumped forward and rested his cheek on my shoulder. I wound my arms around him and slowly rubbed his spine, loving the warmth of his skin beneath my palm. He’d mentioned before how he didn’t cuddle or kiss; he just fucked and then went on his merry way. But there he was, pressing his face against my shoulder and sliding his hands through my hair. Like maybe I really was a treasure to him.
“Sorry for coming too fast,” I said.
Rowan breathed out a laugh. “Don’t be. We both got off, so no harm done. You’ll last longer next time.”
“So there’ll be a next time?”
“Dick privileges for life is what you said.” He nipped at my throat. “I don’t know if forever is in the cards for us, but you’re awfully addictive, little treasure. The worst sort of vice. Even more so than liquor or gambling.”
“Wow. Sounds like I’m a true menace.”
“Aye. You are.” He took hold of my chin and tipped it up, forcing our gazes to meet. The warmth in his eyes gave me flutters. “Perhaps we fit together after all.”
“Like spice and chocolate.”
Rowan’s nose crinkled. “Gotta be honest. That sounds disgusting.”
“I’ll take that as a challenge. Just wait. I’m gonna bake something you’ll like. Ideas are brewing in my head.”
I then yawned so big my eyes watered.
“Sleep should be the only thing in that silly head of yours right now,” he said before untangling himself from my arms and rolling to my side.
