The brush of his warm knee against mine had tingles swirling low in my groin and my cockhead throbbing.He’s hot. Wow.When did I start liking beards so much? “I wanted to meet with you, not stand you up, but I can’t date faculty. I think you said you don’t teach.”
“Ye think I want to date ye?” he asked, lips curling into a cocky smile.
I grasped the leg of my suit pants and forced myself to smooth the fabric flat before it could wrinkle. “No, I didn’t presume anything. I.... It was something I thought. That you were attractive. And maybe you.... Please forgive me.” I glanced at the floor and wished I could crawl under the orange area rug and wait there until everyone forgot I was in the house. Then I could slink out. “I don’t always say the things I should. I apologize.”
“Was my brother pushy with ye? Did that muppet do something he shouldn’t’ve? Is that why ye’re so jumpy?” He caressed his fingers over the back of my hand, and I let out an embarrassing whimper.
“No. I.... I’m not usually so... uh. I’m going to blame the head injury.” My laughter was awkward at best. “But men don’t usually do those things with me. It was different. I can’t say I hated it.”
His eyebrows flew high, as if perhaps he hadn’t expected me to admit that out loud, but his smile stayed put. “Ye want someone to chase after ye? Someone like that arsehole, Cillian?”
While I frowned and tried to think of a good answer to the question, Rowen shocked me, and I thought maybe himself, too, judging by the way his eyes widened, because he leaned over and slid his soft, warm lips onto mine. I lost my ice pack and thought I heard it thump somewhere on the floor. After that I didn’t know what Rowen did with his eyes; mine closed tight. I melted into the sensations of his demanding mouth. He forced his tongue between my lips and brushed the tip against mine. Along with a burst of pain from the split near the corner of my lips, delicious shivers corkscrewed in my stomach, and I squirmed as my dick twitched and struggled against my underwear.
Rowen leaned back and gave me a smile. “Normally I’d be more delicate, but I get sick of men not knowing I’m interested, and then feckin’ Cillian”—he pursed his lips—“shoving himself in between us. At any rate, that isn’t important. Whatisimportant is how handsome I thought ye were when I met ye.” He sucked a kiss onto my bottom lip, and I leaned into the silkiness of his mouth. “And I’ll be damned if I’m going to lose out on ye because I sit on me hands, but I also don’t want to rush ye. Are ye feeling it? Do ye want this?”
My hand shook as I turned it over under his on the couch cushion and tangled our fingers together. “This is strange for me. You’re going to get irritated with me. Quickly. Probably before the night is over.” I shrugged. “I want you, but you won’t want me later—”
The hand he slipped behind my neck was firm, and he slammed his lips over mine again and kissed me for what felt like forever. My dick pushed at my briefs, and all I could think about was getting off. I wanted to touch myself more than I wanted to breathe.
“Go upstairs with me,” he growled out against my lips.
“Yeah, okay. And then you want me to leave?”
“Ye’re thick, that’s what ye are.” He grinned and dragged me out of the living room and up the stairs. My head didn’t give me trouble as I walked. He kept tugging my hand to make me follow him, and all I focused on was his fantastic ass in his suit pants until we ended up in a bedroom. The bed was wide, maybe bigger than a king, and the blankets were a nice red with yellow trim that matched the curtains. Wood furniture gleamed around the room—wardrobe, dresser, two armchairs near a sturdy bookcase. On the nightstand, the light from a simple brass lamp glowed cheerfully.
“Why is the bed so big?”
“Grew up in a small house. I overcompensated when I finally had space of me own.” He gave me a self-deprecating smile that had my heart tumbling because it was so sweet.
This had never happened to me. I’d met men on apps here and there just to get off, but normally I didn’t get past the first twenty minutes with a man on a date, and then he was fed up and gone. I always enjoyed that time, though. Was this really happening? Happy bubbles burst in my stomach and expanded into my chest, so much that I worried for a second something dangerous might be happening to me. I was so excited my fingers tingled, and my dick ached in a way I’d never experienced.
Rowen smiled and pulled me close by my belt. “Normally I’d wait. We can—”
“No, now,” I gasped out and gripped his shoulders, leaning in to shut him up with my mouth. The kiss was amazing, and he used both hands on my ass to yank me closer. I moaned, and he slid his tongue into my mouth, taking over. It all felt so good, and I wanted to do it. Every molecule of my body was focused on the way his dick nudged against my abs and his thigh bumped my aching cockhead. The sizzle of need that tightened my middle had me gasping into his mouth.
He growled and stepped back, his quick fingers loosening the knot on my bow tie. I stood very still, frozen in place as he slid the fabric out of my collar and tossed it. How had I gone from the lecture hall to getting undressed by a sexy stranger? Then he started on my shirt. When I raised my hands to help, he shook his head and clucked his tongue at me.
“Now, this is me job, and I want to do me duty. Get ye undressed and see that pretty skin. But all these feckin’ buttons.” He laughed, and the bulge in his pants swelled bigger and had me moaning. I reached for what I wanted without stopping to think about anything else and ran my hand along his trapped shaft.
He nudged his hips forward and nodded encouragement. I undid the button of his pants and lowered the zipper. He stopped working my buttons halfway down my chest to watch as I reached in and drew his hard dick up and out through the slit in his boxers. His hard-on was a rich, ruddy pink compared to the rest of his skin, and a red tip glistened from the gap in his foreskin.
Fuck, earlier I daydreamed about sucking dick, and now here was one begging for me. “Can I?”
“Aye. Feckin’ hell, yes.” He put his hand on the top of my head and shoved me down. My side hurt when I hit my knees, but I didn’t care. It had been forever since I’d had a dick in my mouth, and I wanted—no, needed—to taste him. I opened wide and sucked on his cockhead, groaning at the masculine tang that hit my taste buds. I ran my tongue under the foreskin, and when I glanced up, his mouth was hanging open and his eyes were closed, so I figured I was doing an okay job. I pushed at the skin with my tongue until it was back behind the head, almost obsessive about it, then sucked on the firm flesh.Yum.
“Christ,” he hissed out. “That’s almost too much.”
Moaning, I bobbed my head along his length but gagged and stopped about halfway down.
My dick ached so much just from touching his that I unzipped and pulled myself out frantically. I stroked fast and furious as I slurped on him. The pleasure built too soon. Everything was too right. The salty, delicious flavor of his precum made me want more and I sucked harder. He had his fingers carded in my hair and urged me farther down his shaft when I gasped and stiffened as a sharp burst of pleasure shook me. Cum blasted from my tip and coated my fingers, and I kept jerking until it was uncomfortable and had to stop.
Rowen bent, reached down, and lifted my hand to inspect it. He laughed as embarrassment made my cheeks hot, but he didn’t seem to mind that I’d busted my nut already. He cupped my face, held me still, and fucked deeper into my mouth while he stroked my cheeks with his thumbs. It was so good. I wanted to remember every single second for later.
“Can I get inside yer arse? I want it,” he said hoarsely. “And I’ll take it easy on ye. Ye don’t seem... are ye—”
The unmistakable sound of a doorbell ringing had him swearing, although he didn’t stop. The way he panted and his legs visibly shook made me think he was close. I sucked harder, wanting to get him there. All at once he drew out and yanked me to my feet.
“I... yes. I want that. For you to have sex with me,” I said as he backed me toward the bed. Confusion bit at me. I couldn’t retrace the steps in my mind of how we’d gotten here—from me getting jumped to falling into someone’s bed—but I wouldn’t stumble onto anything like this again. “I really do.”
