When I open my eyes, I can see my own hard cock bounce with each thrust of his fingers. It’s wet and straining between my thighs, and watching Rowan’s free hand slide up and down my leg from this point of view is only driving me closer and closer toward an absolute freak-out.
“Oh, god, Elijah. I want to remember this sight forever. I want to capture it and stare at it every day.” Rowan is rambling, almost sounding delirious in his own desire. “I want to fuck my fingers right into your sweet little spot, but I’m scared this’ll end too quickly.”
“Please,” I beg, and he groans at the sound.
“Sweet angel, you sound so filthy.” He takes a deep, full breath. “Don’t beg me. I’ll give you anything you want—forever. Just ask me for it, and it’s yours.”
Something within me snaps. Something buried so deeply inside of my body—or maybe my soul—bends and cracks at his words, and I begin to sob.
When he’s around me, touching me, I cannot seem to stop sobbing.
“I want you inside of me. Right now. No more of this,” I demand through my tears. No more begging.
Rowan grunts, pulling his fingers from my ass. But on his retreat, he makes sure to touch me right where I’ve been anticipating it.
He laughs at my choked sob—a gentle chuckle. And then I hear the sound of foil being opened; he must have found the condoms in the same drawer as the lube. Or maybe he brought his own in anticipation of what was to come.
I think I like the latter option better.
Rowan moves around me and sits on the bed, lying back against my pillows. It only takes me a second to realize what he’s waiting for, and then I’m straddling his hips in desperation.
As I line him up with my entrance, I get my first good look at his face since we entered the bedroom. His full lips are swollen and red, his hair damp and disarranged, his eyes dilated and hooded as they watch me. He’s panting, hands gripping at my hips again.
“Fuck,” I breathe, one palm resting on his chest to balance myself.
“What?” he asks, lifting a hand to brush it over my heated cheek.
“You look incredible.”
Rowan begins to grin, his palm cupping my face with admiration.“Fuck yourself on me, Eli. Use me and come.”
“Ohmygod,” I moan, beginning to sink onto the swollen head of his cock.
As it settles inside of me, I stop, taking a moment to breathe around the pain and the sensation of being split open.
I’m also battling the smell of him as it bombards my senses and the hot burn in my chest. When I look down at him, the tears rise again and begin to fall onto his chest below me.
His eyes are watching me so carefully, as if he’s waiting for something. A reaction? A confession? I’m not sure. But he looksat me as if he’s taming me; as if he is watching me experience something he already fully understands.
“…And when we’re done—and it was just as mind-blowing as the first time—let me say ‘I told you so.’”
I guess in some way, he does. I’m just unsure of what it is that he was so quick to figure out while I’m stuck suffering in silence.
After a minute or two of panting and wheezing, I have only taken half of him.
Rowan is patient. He is watching me with gentle, admiring eyes as I strain and cry above him. And that itself is starting to piss me off.
“Hey,” I grind out, teeth clenched. “I can’t shove this massive thing in all on my own. Mind helping me out here?”
Rowan bites his lip to keep from laughing, and both of his hands return to my hips.
“Are you ready?” he asks, and I nod.
“Yeah.”
I was not ready.
With one powerful thrust, Rowan seats himself fully inside of me. I gasp, choking on my own spit as my ass hits his thighs. He’s incredibly deep; I can feel him all the way into my stomach.
