“Why not?” I shrugged, and it was amusing to see him rub his hand over the top of his head and glance around like someone might pop over the fence to arrest him for the audacity of being shirtless. “You’re not going to convince me you’re a mobster this way.”
He snorted and rolled his eyes. “Never said that, did I? This is a challenge, then, is it?”
“No.” I smiled. “I just want to touch you.”
He groaned and rushed through unbuttoning his shirt, then stood to pull it out of his pants. When he was done, he threw the clothing over the back of the swing. His black tank top went next. He let out a long breath as he sat closer beside me than he’d been before, with his leg brushing mine. He drummed his fingers on his knees.
“You’re nervous. You have a nice chest. I love the hair there. Your abs are flat and toned. You have nothing to be ashamed of at all.”
“No, I’m not in the least.”
“I was nervous when I kissed you,” I said and touched one of his hands. He stilled, glancing at me out of the corner of his eye.
“Aye, it’s fine for ye to be nervous. I’m here for ye.”
“Hmm.” I leaned in and kissed him again, not at all worried this time because I knew he wanted me to touch him. It was strange to be so sure he liked me and wanted me. I took my time kissing him until he relaxed against my side and put his arms around me. Then the swing was swaying again, kicked by one or the other of us. I kissed along his jaw to his neck and lingered over the soft skin beyond the sharp edge of his beard. He sighed, and I loved the way he leaned against me.
“Ye’re amazin’,” he said.
“Not really, I just want to learn how you taste and feel under my tongue,” I answered honestly. He groaned like that was the best thing he’d ever heard, and my dick pulsed in my pants. I kissed down and drew my tongue in a line over his collarbone, then across to the other one. His nipples were barely peaked, and I wanted to see if I could make them really stand up against his chest. My dick strained against my clothes as I circled my tongue around his left areola. Mine were light pink, and it was interesting because his were darker. I hadn’t ever taken the time to note such small differences on another person.
“Ye know, I’ve never had anyone do anything like this,” he murmured.
“No?” I glanced up.
He laughed and looked away.
“If you don’t like it I’ll stop,” I whispered, then lightly flicked my tongue over the point. I could feel how hard it was and something snapped in me. Like Cillian’s dick, I just wanted to suck on it. I opened my mouth and covered his nipple with my lips, lightly putting suction on it.
He let out a cute squeak and cupped the back of my head. “I... stop? Maybe. Fuck.”
I sat back, and he grunted.
“No, keep going.”
“You put the idea in my head,” I whispered and flicked my tongue over the hard bud again. He groaned as I nuzzled my cheek against his chest, then went across to the other side. I swirled my tongue there until that nip was hard, too, and he sucked in a sharp breath.
“Okay, feck. Ye have to stop,” he gasped out. “Go upstairs with me.”
I laughed. “Do you want me to stop because you like it or hate it?” I licked my lips and glanced down. My dick pulsed and sent a shocking wave of need slicing through my groin, so I rubbed at it. He let out a low growl and rested his hand over mine.
“I... ye like it,” he murmured. He pushed my hand aside and cupped my dick, which had my eyes slipping shut as he massaged along my shaft where it pushed against my pants to the right.
“Yeah. I’ve never had a chance to try that with anyone.” I shrugged, and he gave me a soft smile.
“Come on.”
He took my hand and led me inside and through the house, turning off lights as he went. He hesitated when he got to the top of the stairs but shrugged and guided me to his room, where we’d slept last night. “Cillian will come in if he wants to when he gets home.”
“You think he won’t?” An unpleasant twist roiled in my stomach and stole some of my excitement.
Rowen made a face. “Sometimes he gets in a mood. I’d say it’s fifty-fifty he might just stay out all night, actually.”
I liked what Cillian had done with us, but Rowen on his own kissed me softer, sweeter, and we lingered over undressing each other. He got me naked first, and I had no response when he whispered, “Fuck, yer beautiful.” And I froze up when he followed that with, “Yer the perfect size for everything fun,” as he shoved my underwear to the floor. Compliments made me happy, but I had no idea how to answer them. I leaned in to kiss him after each outburst that had my skin tingling hot.
I liked that I could caress his chest and abs. I’d never gotten the chance to take so much time with a lover, so I fell into learning the line of his waist to his hips with my tongue. I dropped to my knees and kissed below his navel, licking at the trail of red hair. As I helped him remove his pants, I focused on his thighs as they were revealed. I licked at the curve of his hard muscles.
He let out a hum. “Ye’re a gentle lamb.”
