Once Rowan was in as deep as he could get, he loosened his grip on my thighs and let his head fall forwards onto mine. I glanced up, feeling a thrill of arousal seeing the expression on his face. He was frowning, similar to the expression he wore when he was concentrating, but with an added element that I couldn’t decipher. All I knew was his expression didn’t make me worry that something was wrong – instead, it convinced me that something must have beenveryright.
“Fuck,” he grated, and I wrapped my arms tightly around his body, pressing my palms flat against his hard, muscular back. After taking a few moments to adjust, the sharp stabbing pain ebbed away and I spread my legs a little further, hoping Rowan would read my signals.
He sat up slightly, his body was still pressed against mine but held his weight on his arms and pulled his hips away a few inches before pushing back inside. There was a twinge of pain, but I relaxed entirely against Rowan and grasped him tighter.
“Is it a bit easier like this?” he grunted, picking up his pace slightly. I let a hand run down his back to grab an ass cheek encouragingly.
“Yeah,” I replied breathlessly, biting down on my lip. I wondered if it was the difference in position, if it was easier because I was stretched out from before or a bit of both, but something was definitely better. Seemingly convinced that I wasn’t hurting any more, Rowan began to thrust against me properly.
“Uhn, Max,” he grunted as I felt my muscles squeeze around him, the first real sign that I was beginning to get off. “You’re sofuckingtight.” He added the last bit, no louder than a whisper, but I immediately felt my muscles clamp down again, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through my body.
It didn’t take long until I was groaning and clawing at Rowan, desperately trying to get closer, to get more. He happily complied in the form of pushing into me faster and harder, angling his hips to maximise prostate contact. He caught my bottom lip between his teeth.
“Ah, fuck,” I cried, my voice shaky and uneven. I ran my hand through Rowan’s hair, and he buried his face into my neck. I could feel his panting against my skin, heavy and hot, causing me to shiver and grab for more of him.
Neither of us said much after that. Rowan switched between my neck and my mouth, kissing me messily. I didn’t care. All that concerned me was that he kept pushing against me. I felt my mind coming undone, fraying around the edges as the desire to cum became more than a niggling thought and more a necessity. I peeled my body away from Rowan’s, shivering as cold air touched sweaty skin. I reached down for my cock, only to find my hand batted away. I groaned in frustration.
“I can do that,” Rowan grunted, and I sighed as he shifted to wrap one of his hands around my shaft. I arched and buried my mouth in his neck. With renewed vigour, Rowan thrust into me harder; all the while rubbing me mercilessly. I screwed my eyes tight shut and focused on trying to hold in my moans. It wasn’t fair, this man was too good.
“Ah fuck, k-keep going,” I hissed through clenched teeth.
“Are you going to cum?” Rowan asked breathlessly. Just hearing the words from his mouth pushed me past the point of no return. My muscles suddenly clamped down, pulses of pleasure erupting from the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t catch my breath to say anything, so settled with letting out a long, embarrassing groan. I felt the muscles in my abdomen contract and spasm a nanosecond before my body finally tumbled down over the edge into ecstasy. For a few seconds, it was the best moment of my life.... And then it began to ebb and fade away, my conscious thoughts returned to me, and I found myself being kissed softly.
“Fuck,” I sighed, letting my body relax into the sheets. I felt hot and cold all at the same time – cool air freezing the sweat on my skin, but the heat of pleasure still burnt hot inside. It was only as the oxygen began to reboot my brain that I realised I was the only one who was finished.
“I take back what I said about older men earlier,” I muttered, kissing Rowan’s neck and smiled hearing him laugh softly.
“Thanks.” He smiled and bent to kiss me. Rowan continued to push against me, and I pulled my legs together as close as I could with them tight around his body, delighting in the grunt the increase in pressure had earned me. I allowed him to kiss me as hard and deep as he wanted, feeling strangely content knowing he wanted me so intently.
Whilst running my hands lightly up and down over Rowan’s back and torso, I pulled my mouth away and quickly pressed it against the sensitive soft spot next to his Adam’s apple. I fought a smile, feeling the vibrations against my lips from a hum of appreciation and began to pepper his neck with soft kisses, taking care to probe my tongue into every dip and hollow I found along the way.
The soft, desperate groan I received for my efforts told me it wasn’t going to be much longer. Naturally, I pressed forwards with my feathery touches and gently nibbled on Rowan’s earlobe. When his breathing became ragged, I sensed his desperation and allowed him to grab me, forcing a fierce kiss upon me. If I needed any other indication that he was cumming than that, the delicious moan that escaped him let me know for sure.
“Ngh,” he grunted as I broke the kiss quickly, desperate to see his ‘cum face’ before it passed.
He pushed in and out slowly a few more times before letting his arms fall out from under himself. I groaned as Rowan let his bodyweight press down on me, but didn’t complain, just wrapped my arms around him.
“Sorry, I’ll get off you now,” Rowan mumbled eventually, pulling himself out of me and rolling to the side.
“It’s okay, it felt nice.” I smiled, suddenly overwhelmed with tiredness. I yawned widely and Rowan grinned.
Like before, he made quick work of disposing of the condom. As the night air cooled me, I noticed properly for the first time what a disgusting mess I was – sweaty and covered in cum.
“Ugh,” I groaned, wrinkling my nose as I glanced down at myself. Rowan looked over and laughed.
“Would you like a shower?” he asked politely, fishing his underwear off the floor, then throwing me mine.
I smiled apologetically, glancing at my boxers to decide which way around they went on before slipping into them and dragging myself from the bed. Rowan was already standing, and for what felt like the millionth time that evening, I was blown away by how amazing he looked – arguably even better now he was flushed, sweaty and his hair was dishevelled.
I followed him silently out into the freezing dark corridor and presumed he was leading me to the bathroom I’d found earlier. As I began to turn towards it, Rowan laughed.
“That bathroom doesn’t have a shower,” he said, voice ricocheting off the walls, “You’ll have to use the upstairs one if that’s okay?”
“Christ, how many bathrooms do you guys have?” I joked, making light of the fact I was about to be taken upstairs. Bizarrely, it felt like an invasion of privacy.
“Three.” He turned to look back at me and I knew he was grinning playfully, even if I couldn’t see it in the darkened hallway. I felt him reach for me and his warm hand clasped around mine as he towed me forwards to the stairs.
Luckily, Rowan didn’t keep me in the dark for long and after a moment of groping for the switch, the landing light flickered on. Neither of us said anything, I just followed obediently – curiously glancing around.
