“I’m going to…” I groan, head shaking as I try to think around his tongue pumping in and out of me. My dick lies untouched. “I’m going to come!”
Rowan is gone in an instant, and that only makes me cry harder. He removes one hand from where he holds me down, and I don’t track his movements with my eyes—they’re clenched shut to fight off any more tears—but I can hear the cap of the lube bottle pop open.
Then his fingers are pressed against my abused hole, and when two sink in, I feel nothing but pleasure and the sensation of being completely full ofhim.
“Rowan, fuck, stop! If you don’t pull them out, I’ll come,” I demand, and Rowan freezes.
“What? But I just… I need to loosen you up.”
“But I’ll come,” I cry again, and when I finally open my eyes to look up at him, I find Rowan’s flushed face grinning eagerly.
And then he says, “Then come.”
His fingers slide the rest of the way in, and as they retreat, they curl, turned slightly to the right, and I’m convulsing and choking on my own sobs as I climax all over my stomach.
“Oh, fuck,” Rowan groans, his fingers relentless as they pump in and out of my hole. “You look so good coming on my fingers, Eli. So fucking good I could just—”
He does not finish his words. Instead, Rowan bends down and takes my cock—that is still actively twitching and producing come—into his mouth. I scream, my hands sinking painfully into his hair as he moans around me.
Between his fingers inside of me and the hot suction of his mouth on my dick, I’m starting to black out.
My thighs are tense, locking around Rowan’s neck as he leans over me, and I can feel it as my body begins to lock up.
“Please, please, Rowan. I can’t—too much!”
Once he can pull nothing more from me, Rowan yanks off of me once more, taking his fingers with him. I sag against the bed, panting heavily as I try to see around the black dots clouding my vision.
“Was that too much, sweet boy? Feel too good?” he asks, and I’m nodding viciously, sobbing at nothing as I try to regain my sense of self. I think he just stole my soul. “I’m sorry. I got greedy. Here, let me show you how sorry I am.”
I hear the sound of foil ripping, and my blurry eyes set themselves onto Rowan once more, catching his movements as he rolls on the condom and adds more lube to it.
“Oh, fuck,” I whine, anticipating what’s to come.
Rowan slides an arm under my back and, as if I weigh nothing, drags me up the bed until I’m situated in the center. Then he liesbetween my legs, leaning down to kiss the corner of my mouth gently.
“Are you ready?” he asks, and I take a deep breath.
“No,” I whisper, and Rowan just nods his head, dropping his mouth to plant wet kisses on the side of my neck.
I can feel the head of his cock pulsing against my hole, but I’m fucking spent and writhing against the bed.
“Are you okay?” Rowan sounds nervous now, as if he’s scared he’s pushed me too far.
A small chuckle escapes me, and I lift my hands to cup his face. The action feels like holding two one-hundred-pound weights above my head.
“I’m more than okay. I just… need a second,” I say softly. Rowan nods again, rubbing his nose along mine as he waits patiently. “Tell me something.”
He tilts his head in question.“Anything?”
“Yeah.”
His green eyes observe me for a moment, as if calculating his next move.
“You were made for me,” he suddenly says, and I find that I can’t breathe. Rowan is looking at me like he’s confessing a dark, precious secret. “If you told me I could never fuck you again, I’d still follow you around like a lost puppy. I’d become a monk in your honor; I’ll do anything you ask of me.”
“Rowan,” I breathe, and he smiles softly.
“Everything in me is screaming to claim you. To bury my teeth so deeply inside of you that you can never look into a mirror again without remembering me. Just the very image of you would be a reflection of me.”
