“Thank you, Sir,” I whisper, earning myself another moan.
His fingers wrap around my jaw as he leans forward, his lips brushing over mine in a barely there kiss. “Do you know why we haven’t fucked you since you moved in?”
I shake my head.
“Because we wanted to give you a chance to settle in, and we wanted you to know that you’re here for more than sex. You’rehere because we want you as a partner in all parts of our life, not just in the bedroom.”
A thread of guilt tugs in my chest.
“Asher has had more cold showers in the last week than I think he did in high school, and my cock is permanently hard with you roaming the house in those shorts you do your Pilates in. But we’ve already been selfish by moving you in without really consulting you, so we’ve been giving you time and space…as much as we can, anyway.”
“Oh,” I breathe, dragging my bottom lip between my teeth.
“But you need my cock, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Go on then.” He nods toward his tented sweatpants.
I carefully tug the waistband over his hardness, smirking when I find him without any boxers.
“It’s really fucking uncomfortable having a hard-on twenty-four seven, brat.”
“I didn’t say anything, Sir.”
He chuckles darkly. “Why don’t you put that mouth to better use than sassing me?”
I lean forward, shuffling until my knees meet the edge of the chair, and I have the perfect angle to take his cock between my lips, eliciting a moan from both of us.
The taste of him is better than I remember, and I take my time exploring him, memorizing every vein as I take him deeper.
Rowan feeds his fingers through my hair, guiding me to take more of him.
I’ve always loved giving head, but especially since discovering I was a sub. A man taking his pleasure from my mouth, guiding me exactly the way he likes it, sends me fucking wild.
The ache between my legs is almost painful, and I’m barely able to stop myself from rubbing my thighs together.
As much fun as being punished for touching myself without permission sounds, I think I’d rather be fucked and allowed to come.
“Such a good girl,” Rowan grunts, his hips thrusting up to meet my mouth as he begins to lose control. “Jesus Christ, Hannah. You’re sucking my fucking soul from my cock.”
I smile around him, doubling my efforts as I take him to the back of my throat and swallow around him, dragging a series of curses from him.
“Just like that, baby girl.” He thrusts his hips. “Just. Like. Fucking. That.” Each word punctuated with his tip slipping into my throat.
I stare up at him, watching every tug of pleasure at the corners of his eyes, the way he bites down on his cheek to stifle another groan, and how fucking unhinged he looks as he tries not to push me further than I’m willing to go.
But the truth is, I trust him to know my limits. If the last week has shown me anything, it’s that my safety and comfort are always at the front of his mind.
He drags me back, the tug of pain on my scalp pulling a moan from my throat. “You’re too good at that, Hannah,” he pants. “Fuck, I’m so desperate to come all over your pretty face.”
“Then do it,” I challenge.
He chuckles, tugging my hair harder. “Are you trying to top from the bottom, brat?”
“Of course not, Sir.”
Without a word, he slips his hands under my arms and tugs me up, but before I have a chance to get my balance, he spins me and pulls my hips backward, sinking me onto his very hard cock.
