I shrugged. “I like my work.” I smiled as I glanced up the line of his body, and his breath caught. He caressed his hand through my hair, and I tugged at the waistband of his briefs. His hard dick bulged out the fabric and I wanted what was underneath.
“I have to admit I was a wee bit jealous about Cillian getting to put his cock between yer pretty lips all night.” He drew a line with his finger around my mouth.
“Were you?” An excitement that didn’t have to do with sex, so much as being liked and flirted with, bolted through me. I leaned forward and inhaled against the pouch barely containing his erection. I wanted to experience him in every way possible. Adrenaline buzzed through my veins as I pulled down his underwear, careful not to bump him too much with the elastic of the waistband as he sprang upward. I loved the way his hard shaft bobbed, and I lost the thread of what I’d been planning to do to him as I tugged down the briefs a little, then opened my mouth to suck on the head. He groaned as I toyed with his foreskin.
He stepped back, and I couldn’t help but sigh. “Why? I want to.”
“Yer voice is still a mess. Ye can barely talk. Listen. I don’t want to do that to ye.” He played with my bottom lip by flicking it with his thumb, though, and the way he stared let me know he did want my mouth on him.
“Can’t I suck you a little?” I asked. “I can make you feel good without you hammering my throat. I think, anyway.”
“Feck yes. Like I can say no tothat.” He excitedly shoved his hips toward me, and I smiled and opened my mouth wide.
I spent some time working him over, enjoying salty bursts of his flavor on my tongue—sweeter than Cillian—and he brushed his fingers through my hair. When he started to pant and rock his hips, he pulled back, and I whined, following him. “Not done,” I grumbled.
He laughed and held out a hand, and I took it, letting him hoist me to my feet.
“Ye are. Yer throat needs time to heal up. Feckin’ Cillian can’t be trusted.” He didn’t sound angry about what had happened, more amused, and I honestly didn’t care.
“Other than the fact that the students had to be extra quiet, it wasn’t an issue. Lor just turned up the sound system, and Fallon brought me hot tea for my second class. He’s really thoughtful.” I shrugged.
Rowen frowned. “Is he? I’m thoughtful, ye know.”
Laughing, I bent my head and kissed him, running my palms up his chest. He moaned and leaned against me. I loved the way his dick jabbed against my stomach, kissing it with precum, and I stepped in closer to him until he brought his arms around my waist. He let out a low groan and slid his hands down to massage my ass. I knew what he wanted as words died between us and we swirled our tongues together.
He pulled back the red blankets. Someone had remade the bed at some point, and he urged me down onto the clean sheets. We didn’t talk much as he crawled in beside me. Our kisses weren’t the frantic ones I’d become familiar with. When I had been with someone in the past it had been a quick burst of passion, then the fizzle that followed was awkward and painful. This was so different. He slid his body against mine until our dicks were rubbing, teasing, and feelingoh so good, and I couldn’t have stayed in one spot if I’d tried. My hips had a mind of their own, and I began to lightly thrust against his body as he sucked at my lips.
When it all got to be too much, it was me who rolled onto my back and dragged him along until he was on top. He laughed and linked our fingers together, raising them over my head. With an intense gaze locked on mine, he rocked against me and the tension began to build, slow and steady, a fire I would be happy to die in. I lifted my hips to grind my dick against his, and he groaned.
“Fuck, angel, ye even do this better.”
“Better than who?” I asked.
“Everyone.”
I laughed, but he only buried his face against my neck and bucked his hips faster.
We had to take a break to search for the lube because somehow it had fallen underneath the bed, but barely a second after Rowen’s triumphant “aha!” he waved the bottle over his head and jumped to his feet. His hard dick bounced in front of him. Less than a minute later he was between my spread thighs with a slicked-up condom on his dick, holding onto my ass to raise me in the air. His eyelashes fluttered as he pressed into me.
“Love this,” I murmured. He felt so good filling me that I hooked my calves around his lower back and levered myself up to meet him.
Rowen smiled and rested on me. He was sturdy, but his weight wasn’t too much, and I wrapped my arms around him. As he kissed me, I lost myself in the soft pulse of his tongue against mine and the pleasure of my dick trapped between our bodies while he slowly battered my prostate with gentle thrusts. Time melted around us, and I got caught up in the magic of the energy he spent on me and the care he exhibited with every deep kiss.
It didn’t take long for sweat to gather on our bodies or for him to speed up, and I helped as much as I could, meeting him thrust for thrust. I loved the burn in my muscles from holding myself curled toward him and moving with him.
“More,” I whispered as everything got to be too much. I squeezed my eyes shut and slammed my head back against the pillows. “Please, Rowen.”
“Fuck, angel, anything ye want. I’ll give it.” He whispered a bunch of other things, but they were too soft and fast for me to understand so that they became an odd sex music in his lilting voice, and then he movedjust right. His stomach arched against me and firmly rubbed my cockhead between our bodies, and that pleasant pressure combined with a solid bump of his dick over my prostate.
I froze.
For a few seconds I panted and hung on the edge of inevitability. My heart hammered. I licked my lips and tasted sweat—mine or his, I didn’t know. Rowen fucked me faster and it was all over. I cried out as my balls pulled up snug to my body and cum shot from my slit to splash between us. I opened my eyes and he was still panting and heaving, face red. Sweat gleamed on his skin while he chased after his own orgasm and pounded into my body. He got up on his knees to give himself more leverage and his chest moved in front of my face. I leaned in and wrapped my lips around his nipple, sucking as hard as I’d wanted to earlier.
He yelled wordlessly and sharply jammed his dick into my ass where he stayed buried inside me. I moaned at the sensation of being filled so completely and scraped my teeth over the nub of his erect nipple. I wanted it so bad, and the hard nub pulsed against my tongue. He trembled and pumped his hips a couple more times, then collapsed on top of me.
Rowen let out a sound that was close to a whine, but deeper and far more satisfied. I held him, and we didn’t talk, only kissed. Eventually we rolled so his head was on the pillow beside mine, but our bodies were still locked together with him in me, lips still brushing. His warm breath on my face didn’t bother me, just the opposite, it let me know he was alive. My heart twisted. He’d scared me, more than I’d realized, with all his talk about the things I couldn’t ask. I didn’t know him well, but I didn’t want anything to happen to him. I closed my eyes and sank into the happy exhaustion he’d created in me.
Sometime later Iwoke to someone stroking their fingers down my cheek, but when I opened my eyes, Rowen was sound asleep with his mouth cracked open. His brows were furrowed, and his lips moved as if he was having a dream conversation that was irritating him. I chuckled and the fingers tickled over my cheek again. I glanced up. Cillian sat on the edge of the bed, but he looked terrible.
