“I really like the tattoo,” Rowan muttered, leaning forwards to kiss the spot where it was situated. “How long have you had it?”
“A few years?” I replied, groaning as Rowan pressed his hands against my skin and massaged his fingers into the muscles on my back.
I felt him shift his weight further down the bed and shivered as Rowan began kissing, nibbling and licking his way down my spine. His mouth reached the band of my jeans quicker than I had thought, but it wasn’t until I felt his fingers slipping beneath the material that I realised, just like earlier, he didn’t intend to stop.
I lifted my hips, helping him pull my jeans down. The feel of rough denim sliding past my skin was exhilarating and I kicked my feet, shaking free from my clothes.
I felt two cool palms on my legs, just above the back of my knees. They didn’t stay there for long, quickly trailing upwards and didn’t stop until they were square on my ass. Rowan squeezed gently, kneading his hands into my behind and pressing a kiss against the small of my back.
He groaned breathlessly against me, sending chills down my spine. “Fuck, Max.” I was panting hard against the pillows now, silently grateful I was on my front, hiding how turned on I was.
I jolted, feeling teeth against an ass cheek. I pushed myself up onto my elbows and looked over my shoulder. Rowan didn’t look up at me, his attention fixed solely on my body. It was only when he hooked his fingers into the tight elasticated band of my boxers, I seemed to find my voice.
“Wait. You too,” I whispered, turning my body a little more. Rowan shot me a grin and shuffled off the bed to get to his feet. I remained half-turned, watching him undress. He had his hands poised on the fastenings of his jeans when he paused and glanced at me. I held his gaze, but it was when I saw the flicker of hesitation in Rowan’s face that I decided ‘fuck it’ and got up off my belly.
I slid to the edge of the bed where Rowan was standing and pulled him forwards by a belt loop. He looked surprised but didn’t fight against me. I latched my mouth onto Rowan’s stomach, just below his navel, all the while tugging the first button on his jeans undone.
“You looked like you needed help,” I whispered, my voice sounding unintentionally seductive. As I worked Rowan’s fly undone, I glanced up at him, holding his eye contact. I tugged the material forcefully down over Rowan’s hips, so it gathered at mid-thigh height. Without even pausing to consider what I was doing, I dipped my head lower and tongued his hard length through the thin material of his boxers as I awkwardly pulled the rest of his jeans off.
Rowan made a quiet, strangulated noise from above me and I hummed in reply. He allowed me to lick and nip lightly at him a few seconds longer before backing away to hurriedly kick his jeans off. He pushed me gently backwards onto the bed before I could reclaim him with my mouth.
“Back on the bed,” he instructed, using a tone I’d never heard from him before. I obediently lay back, front down once more, and rested my head on the pillow.
Teasing clearly over, Rowan tugged my underwear off. Before I even got a chance to think, he had lowered his mouth back to me and slid his tongue gently into the cleft of my ass.
I froze, the only sign of life being the staggered breath that burst from my lungs. Rowan continued to tease the juncture between the globes of flesh, tongue delving deeper and deeper with every lick. Just before he got to the puckered skin that was undoubtedly his final goal, Rowan pulled away. I held my breath as he used the heels of his palms to spread my ass, causing me to shiver.
Once more, Rowan didn’t hang around. He took a brief moment to get his bearings and to admire the view before dipping swiftly back in. I groaned out loud, hot, moist flesh flicking gently against the ring of muscle. I tensed instinctively, receiving a reassuring hum from Rowan almost immediately.
He was persistent and eventually the unusual sensations began to outweigh my hesitation. I felt myself begin to relax into him, small needy puffs of breath escaping me. He wasn’t holding back anymore, the pressure from his tongue much greater than when he first started exploring me.
Rowan made a slow, wave-type motion with his tongue, pushing firmly against my entrance before backing off to brush the pointed tip lightly around the area, like he was tracing the edges. It made me gasp and I felt the tight ring of muscle pulse.
I propped myself up on my elbows, letting my head hang down low so my forehead was still brushing against the pillows. I moaned a little louder than I had before as Rowan worked his tongue against my hole harder.
“Fuck,” I sighed, grabbing fistfuls of sheets in front of me. Rowan pulled away, removing his hands from my ass cheeks.
“Have you done this before?” I heard Rowan whisper as he rolled away from me. When he reached to open the bedside table drawer, I had to bite my lip to stop myself from smirking knowingly.
“Anal sex? Once or twice,” I replied, hesitating before asking something I’d been curious about for a while now. “Have you?”
“A few times,” he replied. “How do you want to do this?”
“I’m not exactly as prepared as I usually like to be, but I’ll bottom if you want me to?” I mumbled.
“Only if you’re okay with it.”
I laughed breathlessly. “I’m okay with anything right now.”
Rowan smiled at me. “Good.” He pulled the tube of lubricant out from the drawer. Rowan sat back down on the bed, shifting until he was suitably comfortable and there were a few awkward moments of silence as he opened the tube and squeezed a small amount of clear gel onto his fingers.
“It might be a bit easier if you lie on your back,” Rowan told me. His voice almost took on the same tone he used for patients, and I couldn’t help but feel a little awkward as I complied with his request. Rowan eased a hand between my legs and pushed them apart with reassuring force. I obediently let him position my body the way he wanted it.
The lube was cold against the sensitive skin, and I shivered. I shuddered forcibly as something which I quickly determined was a finger was pushed carefully into my body. I felt the ring of muscle protest and clamp down around the intrusion.
“Sorry, is that cold?” Rowan asked.
“It’s okay,” I grunted in reply. Silently, and against what I had expected, he dipped his head forward and twisted a tongue teasingly around the head of my cock. I gasped out loud and arched my back; the hard column of flesh twitched and strained for more attention having been neglected all evening.
