I cleared my throat politely, to alert Rowan to my presence. He turned, a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand, and beckoned me over.
“Is Jack Daniels okay?” he asked, pouring a generous amount out into a glass.
“Sure, thanks.”
I had to admit, Rowan sure had a way of diffusing tension. I watched him pouring us drinks and found myself worrying less and less about where the evening was headed. Rowan didn’t seem to be in any rush to jump straight into bed, and that helped. Eventually, Rowan handed me a glass and I took it, grateful to have something to do with my hands.
Rowan and I sat on his sofa, slumped side by side. The more we drank, the easier the conversation flowed between us. There was music playing in the background, and I laughed softly when Rowan began to quietly sing along.
“Don’t give up the day job,” I teased, laughing again when Rowan just started singing louder.
There was a long silence as we both simply looked at each other. I could feel the sexual tension building with every second that ticked past.
“You’ve got a nice smile,” Rowan muttered, his eyes dropping to my mouth. Without another word, he sat up and placed his glass down on the coffee table. When he reached for mine, I handed it over, praying my hand didn't shake and betray my nerves. He shifted his body closer and his lips brushed across my cheek to finally connect with my mouth. He pressed in firmer, and I let him push me down onto my back.
We shifted into a more comfortable position, until Rowan was lying on top of me, strategically positioned between my legs. I huffed in quiet appreciation as he rolled his body gently against mine.
It was difficult to tell how long we were kissing, and I didn’t much care to keep track. Rowan was kissing me hard now, akin to the desperate pressure I’d felt from him during our very first kiss. The raw need was staggering, and I had no reservations about returning it. We were pushing and rocking against one another furiously, hip to hip, bodies pressed so tight it was difficult to breathe.
Rowan dipped his head, breaking the kiss, and nuzzled his mouth under my jaw. I tilted my head back to give him better access to the soft, sensitive skin. The room was filled with heavy panting and needy groans. It turned me on beyond belief hearing Rowan’s breathing hitch every time I tilted my hips to meet his. Even if I couldn’t feel how hard he was through our clothes, I could have guessed from his breathy moans alone.
Rowan dragged my shirt up and pressed a hot, chaste kiss against my breastbone before trailing a few more down my torso. He continued travelling south torturously slowly, switching between simple kisses, licks and bites. The small nips always caught me off guard and made me flinch just a little, but judging by the smile I received from Rowan afterwards that was exactly what he intended. The skin left in his wake was pink as the blood rushed to the surface. It was only when Rowan kissed the flat of my abdomen, below my navel, that I realised he was going to go down on me. I groaned, gathering the strength to form coherent speech.
“Hang on,” I managed to stammer. Rowan glanced up at me, keeping his lips against my skin. I held back another groan, wondering how many times I’d imagined what it’d be like seeing those eyes looking up at me from such a position. The fantasies didn’t really compare to reality. When I didn’t offer any further development on my ‘hang on’, Rowan sat up a little.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.
“Nothing’s wrong,” I replied, clearing my throat. Rowan gave me a quizzical look. “Just, maybe not here?”
“Sure.” He smiled, dragging his body from mine. He held out a hand to help me up. “Come on.”
Once on my feet, I followed behind Rowan as we left the living room. I had half expected to be taken upstairs, assuming that the bedroom would be the natural progression from the sofa. Instead, Rowan walked straight past the stairs and opened one of the doors I had walked past on my way to the bathroom earlier in the evening. I followed him inside the cold, dark room and Rowan shut the door behind us, revealing a familiar shirt hanging behind it. This was Rowan’s room, where he slept, separate from his wife.
Rowan pushed me gently down on the bed and leant in, kissing me once softly before pulling away and standing up.
“I’ll be back, two seconds.” Rowan smiled and turned, disappearing through the door. I listened carefully, hearing a second door open then close out in the hall. Now alone in the dark room, I sat upright and began looking around curiously. One of the wardrobe doors was open; inside was full of clothes – shirts, t-shirts, jeans... I felt my throat growing tight, wondering how long Rowan had been sleeping in this room instead of with his wife.
I leaned across the bed on my side, stretching to reach a small lamp. I winced a little, the light was a lot brighter than I had anticipated. Still leant over, I noticed that the drawer in the bedside table was open. I knew I shouldn’t go sifting through Rowan’s belongings, but despite myself I glanced down, my curiosity getting the better of me.
Amongst very normal, ordinary objects – a wristwatch, a box of paracetamol, loose change – I noticed a Boots bag rolled up at the very back of the drawer. At first, I wasn’t particularly interested, but upon closer inspection I noticed some familiar packaging showing faintly through the white parts of the bag. I paused to listen for Rowan returning, hearing nothing I reached in to take a closer look.
I couldn’t hold back a smirk as I opened the bag carefully and discovered the contents were exactly what I had thought. I reached in, pulling out a new, sealed box of condoms and a small tube of lubricant. At the bottom of the bag was the receipt. I pulled it out and scanned it carefully, looking for the date of the purchase.
“Last Wednesday, huh?” I muttered to myself, a cheeky smile in place. “Presumptuous.” I packed the items back into the bag. Before placing the lube in, I noticed the seal was broken on it. My diminishing arousal sparked back to life just imagining what Rowan had used it for since he’d bought it.
Just as I returned the bag to the back of the drawer, I heard the faint roaring noise of a toilet flush and there was a click as the door opened once more. I quickly shuffled away from the bedside table, trying my best to remove the smile from my face. I lay on my back, legs still over the edge of the bed.
Rowan slipped quietly back into the room, and I sat up on my elbows to look at him. I saw a strange, almost animalistic look cross his expression before he took a few silent steps over to me. He knelt down in front of me and wordlessly pulled my shirt over my head. I sat upright and raised my arms to allow him to tug it right off. Rowan pulled my body forwards to him, cool hands on my back making me shiver.
I sighed as he pressed a kiss against my collarbone and I leant back, shuffling backwards further onto the bed so I was lying on it properly. Rowan followed me and when I was flat on my back, comfortable with my head on the pillows, I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into a kiss. We resumed the same position we were in on the sofa, but now it was on a bed it took on a whole new feel.
I could feel my heart beating fast and hard in my chest, both excited and nervous. I grabbed the hem of Rowan’s t-shirt pulling it roughly upwards, thankful when he understood what I wanted and sat up. I watched, barely holding back a feral growl as he dragged his shirt over his head, giving me a good look at his body. Before Rowan had a chance to lean back in on top of me, I raised my hands to his torso, running my palms over his chiselled torso.
“You have a fucking amazing body,” I grated. Rowan leant forwards again to press a brief kiss against my lips before he backed away completely.
“Turn over,” he stated simply, I stared back with an eyebrow raised suspiciously. Rowan held my gaze for a few seconds before a smile stretched across his face and he laughed softly. “Just do it, will you?”
“Alright.” I rolled onto my front, and buried my face into the soft pillows and closed my eyes. The bed smelled like Rowan – aftershave, clean linen and something I couldn’t describe that was just...him.
