“Beautiful. Always have been,” I marvel with appreciation as I push the material off his broad shoulders and down his arms until it is nothing but a useless pile of material on the floor. I swallow thickly. Everything about him has changed. I explore him, taking my time as I run my fingers along the vein in his biceps.
“Take my pants off.” His words are nothing except a heavy breath traveling over my breasts.
I bite my lip and moan as he starts to move his fingers in and out of my channel. “I want my cock to be in here soon. There’s so much I want to do with you, Everly.”
I unbuckle his belt, and when I whip it off, I bring my mouth to his ears. “Then do it.”
“Not until my pants are off.”
I grin, wishing he would do everything he wants. We didn’t get to experience that before. And I’m ready to experience everything he is willing to give. I don’t know if this is a one-off thing, but I’m ready for anything. Just the feel of his skin against my skin is enough to bring me back to life after closing myself off from the experience of living.
The heavy metal of his belt buckle clatters against the floor.
His blunt fingernails dig into my side.
My fingers toy with the button keeping his cock tucked away in confinements that might as well be considered jail.
His teeth graze my pink, hard nipple as I unbutton his pants.
I throw my head back in passion, losing the grip on his zipper.
“Unzip me,” he growls deeply, lost in passion.
I barely have the ability to reach my arms out, but I manage, clasping the cold metal zipper between my fingers, and slide it down. His breath hitches from the sound of the zipper’s teeth unlocking. I push his pants down from behind, grabbing the firm globes of his ass as I do.
He hums against my neck, taking a bite against the side of my neck. The pain and pleasure mix, sending goosebumps tingling through me. He kicks his pants to the side, and they smack against the white wall, falling to a helpless mound on the floor.
I have to look down.
And what I see does not disappoint. His cock is long and thick, thicker than I remember, and a vein bulges on the side. The crown is livid, weeping fluid. My mouth waters from the intense craving that hits me, needing to taste his fluid. I won’t ever admit this to him, but I’ve never sucked a cock before.
I’m sure he has had many women pleasure him. And that only adds to the pressure.
“Mmm, you want to suck me, don’t you?”
I lift my gaze from his throbbing rod and meet his eyes. I nod, sexually dazed and confused.
“What are you waiting for?” He puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me down until my knees are rubbing against the carpet.
I can’t show hesitation—only confidence. I ghost a breath over his shaft, and his body buckles. I take the thick base in my palm and stroke, watching the tip wink at me.
“Fuck,” he whispers, staring down at me as he leans his arms against the wall.
My eyes peek up at Rowan, and I wrap my lips around his girth. He stretches my mouth to the brink, but I love it. The first drop of his pre-come bursts over my taste buds, and I moan from the sweet and savory flavor.
I do what I remember women doing from watching porn. I drag my tongue around the helmet before sucking the crown between my mouth. My eyes cross as I watch myself bob up and down on his dick.
Rowan’s dick. My Rowan.
I hum around the steel pole, careful to keep my teeth sheathed with my lips as I pleasure him. My free hand runs up the thick muscle of his inner thigh, scratching my nails up the tender flesh until I reach his large hanging sack. I test the weight of the orbs in my palms, rolling them in a circle.
“Fuck, if you keep going, I’m going to come down your throat,” he grunts, tangling his fingers through my hair.
The touch makes me look at him, mouth full of cock, with a pleading in my eyes that screams, ‘take me’. I double my efforts, sucking and slurping like it’s my job. I still stroke him in sync with my suction, going faster, sucking harder, licking better.
“You’re a little devil,” he grunts, placing his other hand on the side of my head as he starts to thrust his hips vigorously until the tip of his cock is punching the back of my throat. He gasps, staring down at me with pure shock. “You don’t have a gag reflex? Fucking hell, what did I wait for?” he says on a long, sensual groan. “I’m going to come.” He tries to pull me back, but I wrap my arms around his thighs and keep him close to me.
I want a mouthful of his come. I want him to be the first guy I have sex with, in every way, even if it means he will be my last—but not in a good way. I just don’t see myself wanting to be with anyone the way I want to be with Rowan.
His hips stutter, bringing my focus back to the cock in my mouth. I prepare myself mentally because I have no idea what to expect. His breath comes out in harsh pants, and he gives one final push, holding my head to his pelvis, as he shouts his release down my throat. I
