A moment later, he has the tip of my dick inside of his mouth. The warm, wet suction has me gasping, and his own groan notches the pleasure higher as his tongue circles around me tortuously.
Rowan takes me deeper and deeper still, slowly sinking my length into his mouth as he alternates between hard suction and tantalizing swirls of his tongue. One hand grips painfully at my thigh as the other runs fingertips lightly over my pebbled nipples.
All the while, his eyes never leave mine.
As my cockhead hits the back of his throat, fat tears fall from those vivid green eyes, and something about the sight mixed with his saliva and my precum sliding from in-between his lips and my length has me whining desperately.
“So good,” I tell him, and he drags his fingers from my nipples up to my neck.
It takes me a moment to understand, but once I do, I take his pointer and middle finger into my mouth. I have to bend slightly at the waist to capture them, and the angle shifting has my dick sinking further down his throat.
I grip his hair, moaning around his fingers as he fucks them into my mouth in time with each suck of his lips around my cock.
All too soon, he’s removing his long fingers, and his hand is retreating down my body. I have no time to complain before I feel that same hand slip between my legs, and my eyes widen significantly.
Rowan’s middle finger slides between my cheeks easily, rubbing softly at my entrance as I cry over him. Those eyes full of admiration stay locked onto my face as he slowly pushes inside of me, and I bite my lip to keep from shouting.
It stings. Without lube, the burn is a bit more prominent.
But it also feels good—it feels raw. Knowing that it’s just his finger and my spit sliding into me makes me harder, twitching against his tongue as he sinks further to his first knuckle.
Rowan pauses, giving me a moment to pant and breathe against the intrusion. Then he’s sliding in as far as he can, blinking away tears as he watches my every expression.
“Oh, god,” I groan, my thighs trembling where I stand. “Rowan, I…” I shake my head, unable to form any more words.
He pops off my length, pulling his finger from my ass.
“I’m going crazy,” he says, and his voice is hoarse and scratchy as he speaks. “I’m losing my goddamn mind.”
Rowan stands, making his way to my dresser where he grabs the lube we used last time and a condom. When he turns back to me, he throws them on the bed and stalks in my direction.
I make an embarrassingly high-pitched squeaking noise as he closes in.“What—”
Rowan scoops me up, turning to toss me onto my bed in one fluid movement. Then he’s towering over me where I’m propped onto my elbows, and I’m struck silent at the sight of his rapidly rising and falling chest and his straining cock.
So fucking beautiful; a truemanif I’ve ever seen one. He’s all coiled power and barely held together restraint.
“Can I—”
“Do whatever you want to me,” I cut him off, and his eyes narrow as he stares down at me.
“Are you sure about that?”
I only hesitate for a moment, but then I’m nodding gently as I stare up at him. I trust him.
Rowan grabs my calves and yanks me down the bed, peering down at me as if I’m a cute little bunny he’s finally managed to snare.
This staring contest only lasts a moment before he’s folding me over, resting my knees on either side of my head.
Cold air rushes over every newly exposed inch of my body, and I sputter in embarrassment at the thought of all that is now revealed to him. Only, he doesn’t spend a lot of time observing me. Rowan has his tongue buried inside of my ass a moment later, and I’m clenching at the comforter laid under me as I cry.
The slight restriction on my breathing from this position only proves to heighten the sensation, and everything feels so hot and wet that I feel slightly delirious.
“Oh, Rowan,” I cry, and his tongue somehow manages to plunge in further. “It’s so much. Please, I-I-I’m going to die.”
Rowan does not relent. Instead, his hands clench harder around where they hold my calves, and his teeth catch the ring of muscle gently. I buck slightly, sobbing at an embarrassing volume.
Maybe, I think, he’s punishing me for begging again.
