At the end of our last date, Rowan refused to come inside. He said he didn’t want to set a tone and touched me all over before sending me inside all alone. Will he do the same tonight?
Why does the thought of him leaving make me anxious and sad?
“Are you still worried about setting a tone?” I ask. I’ve always been straightforward.
“A tone?” he murmurs, caging me in with a hand placed against the door on either side of my head.
“Yeah. Are you going to flirt with me all night and then leave me to take care of myself all alone?”
Rowan’s eyes flare, his lips parting as he gazes down at me.“You make me sound so cruel.”
“You can be,” I whisper, and he cocks his head in question. “Teasing me relentlessly just to leave me out to dry.”
A vicious grin takes shape over Rowan’s mouth, and I follow the curve of his plump lips eagerly.
I want to feel them, to taste them. I’m so desperate for any piece of himself he’s willing to give me.
“I would do anything to get you alone again, sweet angel,” Rowan purrs, dropping that vicious mouth to run lightly over my jaw. I sigh against the feeling, my hands gripping at the front of his shirt.
“Anything?” I ask, and he nods.
“Mhm.”
“Including fucking me against the wall the way you described a few weeks ago?”
I’m referring to the first time he came to my apartment, where he said he could fuck me against the wall, but he’d rather take me to bed instead.
Ever since then, I’ve thought about it plenty. And I believe Rowan has too, if the way he presses even tighter against me is any indication.
“I can most definitely do that.” He says it like a promise.
“Aw,” I coo, my hands tracing the lines of his pecs. “Nowthat’sa good boy.”
“Get your fucking ass inside,” Rowan growls, and I feel in real time as the praise hardens his cock inside his jeans where he’s pressed against my thigh.
“Ugh, fuck,” I groan, letting him turn the knob and walk me backwards.
“I can’t tell which I like more—when you’re so sweet and soft and easy to bend to my will, or when you turn me into this,” he mumbles.
“Into what?” I breathe as he slams the front door shut with his heel and quickly shoves me back against the wall of my living room.
“A needy, pathetic man desperate to please you.”
“Rowan,” I plead, and his hands are in my pants a moment later.
“I’ve decided; I like this one more.” His fingers wrap around the hard length of me, and I buck against him desperately. “I’m so fucking pathetic for you, and I love every second of it.”
“Fuck me. Fuck me right now,” I demand.
“Yes, baby. Whatever you say.”
And then he’s tearing me apart.
I spend all of Tuesday messaging with Rowan. Between questions regarding our days and random selfies of him in his darkroom and me in the office, we haven’t discussed anything too serious. But it’s been nice just knowing I’m on his mind so frequently.
Right now, he’s dealing with some reserve in South Carolina, so I haven’t seen him since our date on Monday night, where he then fucked me senseless in my living room.
We’ve made some noncommittal plans to go back to that karaoke bar this weekend, and I’ve begun to feel a simple joy in my day-to-day life that wasn’t here before.
