I could feel Rowan circling and massaging my hole, but as he took the tip of my cock fully into his mouth, I couldn’t focus on anything else. A long, ragged groan was ripped from my chest, and I automatically pushed my hips upwards. I let my head fall back heavily into the pillows and I swallowed thickly.
Rowan hummed appreciatively and I felt my ass tighten around his finger, undeniable proof that I was enjoying myself. It wasn’t long until I was begging him silently to move the digit he was holding completely still inside me. As if reading my mind, Rowan pushed his finger in right up to the knuckle, then slowly retreated, running the pad of his index finger cautiously against the inside wall of my body. I knew exactly what he was searching for and when I practically jumped off the bed, I knew he’d found it. His mouth curved into a rather feral smile around my cock and with a devilishly hard suck, pulled his mouth free.
“Fuck me, that’s—” I cried, surprising even myself with the volume of my voice. Rowan pushed my leg forcefully, hand pressing firmly on my shin, so my knee was now resting on my chest. I wasn’t sure if he’d positioned me that way to get better access or to hold me down. He curled his finger again in the same fashion, drawing an even more desperate noise from me.
And so, it continued, unlike the few times I’d been on the receiving end of such acts, Rowan didn’t use his finger to fuck me – not in a typical in-and-out motion anyway. What he did was much better, the pleasure was totally unrelenting and yet offered no promise of relieving me either. Some strokes, when they caught the angle and the timingjustright, were akin to the satisfaction I had experienced during a release in the past, so strong I thought for sure Imusthave cum. No, instead I remained hard and impossibly turned on, leaking pre-cum like nothing I’d ever seen from my body before.
I had thought I was pretty clued up when it came to getting myself to climax, having had far too much practice at it, but Rowan seemed to be re-writing everything I knew about how my body worked and liked to be touched. Even when I had experimented with fingering myself, it didn’t come close to what I was feeling now. The pleasure was unusual. At its peak, it was almost painful, and I wondered in amazement how it was possible to feel that amount of sensation and not cum. I couldn’t even comprehend what the release at the end of this was going to be like.
“Is this alright?” Rowan muttered, forcing me back into full consciousness. As I opened my mouth to reply, Rowan pressed his finger in against the bundle of nerves and I ended up moaning. I heard him laughing softly and felt a kiss against the inside of the thigh he still had pressed up against my chest.
I wasn’t sure how much time passed as my body was deliciously tormented. I groaned, deep and low in my throat, before swallowing and attempting to form words.
“Nn, I...” I stammered, flinching as Rowan curled his finger. “Fuck, please...” I wasn’t sure Rowan had heard me when he didn’t respond. Hell, I couldn’t even remember if I’d even asked out loud, my grip on reality unravelling as I was pushed further and further into the best kind of desperation.
“Uhhn!Fuckit, Rowan!” I managed to growl, the words coming out more like a threat than a plea this time and I was satisfied that they portrayed how close to losing my mind I really was.
“Alright, alright,” Rowan laughed quietly. I felt him move on the bed. The finger was pulled out, but it was short-lived. In the time it took me to become irritated, Rowan pushed into me again. My muscles yielded to him at first, before surprising even me with their sudden clenching, refusing entry to something that felt much larger than the digit that had resided there previously. I grunted in discomfort and the intrusion was removed swiftly.
I glanced down; the slimy, sticky mess I’d made all over myself with my own pre-cum caught my attention first. I felt myself blushing furiously but fought past the embarrassment long enough to check what Rowan had attempted to do.
“Are yousureyou’ve done this before?” Rowan asked with a smile still fixed firmly in place. He sat up to squeeze a liberal amount of fresh lube onto two fingers this time.
“Yeah,” I replied, falling to lie flat on my back again. I prayed silently that he’d just leave it and not push me for more details on my past sex life. No such luck.
“Right,” he replied, clearly not believing me.
“It’s just been a while since the last time I bottomed,” I sighed, trying to relax. “I’m a bit out of practice.”
I felt Rowan settle back into position between my thighs. “We don’t have to do this if it’ll be too uncomfortable,” he said gently, and I propped myself up on my elbows.
“I’d like to think it was pretty clear I’m enjoying this so far.” I nodded my head to the mess I’d made all over myself. Rowan grinned wolfishly at me, and I looked away. “Keep going, I’ll tell you if it gets to be too much.”
“Hm,” Rowan grunted dismissively. “Maybe this will help.” He took the tip of my cock into his mouth. I groaned, too focused on the sensation to worry about making embarrassing noises. In the same breath, he pushed forwards with the two fingers he’d prepared with lubricant. I focused all my energy on relaxing as much as possible, but even with that I found myself wincing and shuddering as Rowan pushed forward with a gentle confidence. I tried my hardest to fight the instinctive impulse to expel the unwelcome intrusion and focused my attention on the wet heat that was tormenting my cock instead.
Just the same as he had done earlier, Rowan kept his digits completely still, working me with his mouth until my body betrayed me and the tight channel began to pulse with pleasure. I groaned in frustration when he pulled his mouth free, even though I had known it wasn’t going to last.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Rowan growled, wriggling his fingers inside me as if he needed to demonstrate that fact to me physically. Before I could complain he moved the digits slowly until the tips brushed my poor, abused sweet spot.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned as he pressed firmly against the bundle of nerves, raw pleasure shooting through me until it was painful, and I felt fresh pre-cum trickling its way down my length. I sensed a new agenda in Rowan’s actions now, instead of the teasing, curling finger from before he massaged firmly with both fingers, switching between small circling motions and shallow thrusting in and out.
I grasped the pillow behind my head with one hand, the other still fisting the bed sheets. I couldn’t even bring myself to make any noise now, just tilted my head back and bit down on my lip until it hurt. I was pleasantly surprised when Rowan seemed to read my mind and slotted the final piece of the puzzle together.
Fingers assaulting me from the inside, mouth tormenting me on the outside... Fuck knows that was what I needed. My mouth fell open in a silent scream and I screwed my eyes tight shut as my body teetered the narrow line between pleasure and climax.
“God, yes, don’t stop!” I cried, a familiar pressure building in the pit of my stomach. I grabbed at the sheets until my knuckles went white and spread my legs wider, desperate for that last push that would send me over the edge. “I-I’m gonna cum!” I was surprised that even my pleasure-addled brain was polite enough to give Rowan fair warning. Little did I know, however, that admitting that detail would cause the man to pull his mouth off me and push his fingers so hard against my prostate that it actually halted my climax mid-flow.
I was vaguely aware that I probably made a noise far too similar to a sob for my liking. “Fuck, you bastard!” I gasped.
“That’s not very kind,” I heard Rowan chuckle, before he finally relinquished his hold on what I craved most. With the pressure removed from my prostate altogether, I physically felt the rush as my climax was released. I shuddered forcibly. If I made any noise at all, it would have been a quiet, strangulated groan at best.
It didn’t take as long as I had expected for me to come down from the brief ecstasy, heartbeat beginning to regulate, lungs burning as they fought to regain the oxygen I had unintentionally starved myself of. My wrists were sore and stiff from the pressure I had exerted on them when I had been clinging to the bed and I wrinkled my nose when I rested my arm over my stomach, only to coat it in something wet and sticky. It didn’t take a genius to work out. I had probably covered myself in cum.
“Ugh,” I groaned, throat hoarse. I swallowed thickly and opened my eyes to meet Rowan’s gaze for the first time in what felt like hours. I looked away, embarrassed and wiped a few spots of cum from my chin. I heard soft chuckling from the other end of the bed.
“You got some range on that one,” Rowan said, a small smug smile on his face. I grimaced, fighting a smile.
“Don’t.” Was all I said, pushing myself upright with a groan. My body felt like it had just run a marathon, my muscles protesting as I stretched them out. Rowan was sitting on the edge of the bed, reaching into his bedside drawer again. I felt my stomach flutter; suddenly remembering what remained in that Boots bag.
