I open my eyes to look at him. I can feel the pressure building up as I move my body with my hand, arch my back, and bite the bottom of my lip. I start to moan out his name, and then I see him clench his hands into fists at his sides. His throat bobs, and his jaw ticks.
“Do you know how beautiful you sound when you moan my name?” His voice is rugged and raw. He brings his hand down on himself over his briefs.
I stop what I’m doing, catching his attention. “If you touch yourself, I stop,” I tell him.
He lets out a deep breath and pulls his hand away, allowing me to continue. I bite my lip and play with myself faster, my breathing picking up. I let out sharp gasps as I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge of release.
“Shit,” I whisper when I continue to look at Rowan. “I’m close.”
I watch him walk over to me just as my body is about to release from pleasure. But then he grabs my wrist and stops me.
I pant and glare at him. “What are you doing?”
He lifts my hand away and bends down toward me. “You’ll finish when I let you finish.”
I swallow before letting my lips part. I bounce my eyes between his and his extremely hard length that twitches. I grab my wrist out of his hold and lean myself up, making him stand again. I get to the edge of the bed and stare up at him through my lashes.
My hands land on his hips, on top of his briefs, and I start to pull them down.
Two can play this game.
forty-three
ROWAN
I can’t believethis is happening. Is this really happening? Am I dreaming? How do I prove to myself that this is real? I could poke her in the head.
Okay, I can’t help it.
“What the—” Ellie looks up at me. “Did you just poke me in the head?”
I look down at her and her furrowed brows.
“I was just making sure this is real and not some wild dream that I’ve had before.” I spread my arms out.
She smirks and says, “You’ve dreamt about this before?”
“Only a million times.”
“Ah, not a million and one? Got it. Well, it’s real. I’m real. I’m here, facing off with your dick that I really want right now. So, can you let me do my thing?”
“Yes, please,” I answer quickly.
“Good,” she whispers and then presses her lips to my stomach with a smile. “I’ve dreamed about this too. How much I’ve missed having you, touching you, tasting you.” She grips the top of my briefs and slowly drags them down.
My abs clench with excitement and desire.
She drags my briefs down, and my dick springs up, finally free from the shackles that were my briefs. I watch every expression on her face, trying to read it for myself. Her eyes widen. That’s good. Her lips are parted. That’s better. Then she lifts her eyes to me.
“Rowan,” her voice wavers.
I don’t say anything and continue to watch her. I’m eager to hear what she wants to say. Again, she’s seen me before, but maybe it’s different now.
“No other woman is allowed to have you ever again.” Her brows rise in confirmation.
She grips my throbbing dick in one of her hands and kisses the tip of it. I suck in a breath through my teeth at the touch of her lips. She takes her time with me, kissing every inch like she’s claiming me. She can claim me all she wants.
I put my hand on her head before asking, “Is this okay?”
