He tries to shrug me off. “What are you doing?”
When he manages to twist free for a second, I catch his wrist in a strong grip. “Trust me.”
I guide him backward until the backs of his knees hit the couch, then push him down with controlled pressure. He lands with a soft, surprised huff against the cushions. Without hesitation, I drop to my knees between his spread legs, the thick, expensive rug cushioning my weight as I settle in.
Rowan’s hands immediately fly to cover the obvious bulge in his open pants, but he’s already hard. At least his body can get there… it’s everything after that he struggles with.
I grab both his wrists and shove them behind his back, pinning them there. “Don’tmove.”
He swallows hard, a deep blush crawling up his neck and into his cheeks.
“Dr. Hart, huh?” My voice comes out low, almost a murmur.
Rowan’s eyes widen instantly, the flush on his cheeks deepening. “How did you…?”
I don’t let him finish. “Be quiet.”
His mouth snaps shut, lips pressing into a thin line. The obedience is instant, and it sends a dark thrill through me.
I let the silence stretch for a beat, watching the way his chest rises and falls faster. Then I smile, satisfied. “Good boy.”
A visible shiver rolls through his entire body. His eyes flutter shut tight, and his breathing turns shaky and uneven, like he’s already struggling to stay in control.
I use the waistband of his boxers to wipe away the leftover saliva from that woman, then tug his boxers and pants down just enough to free his cock completely. Rowan makes a quiet, embarrassed noise but keeps his hands obediently behind his back. The sight of him, still in his sharp suit, normally so authoritative to everyone else… now flushed and compliant under my hands sends a hot thrill straight through me. I like this.A lot.
I lean in, eyes locked on his face the entire time. My mouth closes over the head of his cock, tongue swirling slowly around the sensitive ridge. Rowan’s hips twitch. I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks with firm, deliberate suction, then moan low around him so the vibrations travel straight down his length. My free hand strokes the base where my mouth can’t reach, twisting gently on the upstroke.
Rowan’s reaction is immediate and completely different from what I saw with his assistant. His head falls back against the couch; lips parted on a stunned gasp. His thighs tremble. He looks confused and overwhelmed, like he’s never felt anything quite like this before. Every flick of my tongue, every pulse of suction, every deep moan I let rumble around him makes him jerk and twitch far more sensitively than I expected.
I watch his face closely… the way his brows pull together, the flush deepening across his cheekbones, the way his chest risesand falls faster with every pass of my mouth. He’s so much more responsive now. So much more alive.
I pull off for a moment, letting him catch his breath, his cock glistening and throbbing in front of me.
“How…?” His voice comes out breathy and awed, barely above a whisper.
I stay on my knees between his spread legs, watching him closely. Truth is, I have no fucking idea why I affect him like this. I’ve never sucked another man’s dick before. Never had sex with a man at all. But I’ve watched enough porn and paid attention to what makes bodies react, and apparently, I’m good at it. Rowan tastes surprisingly good… salty skin mixed with something sweeter underneath, warm and addictive on my tongue.
I don’t answer his question. Instead, I demand, voice low and rough, “Look at me.”
Rowan slowly lifts his head. His eyes are heavy-lidded, dark with pleasure and something unmistakably forbidden. The flush across his cheeks has spread down his neck. He looks wrecked already, and I’ve barely started.
I hold the eye contact as I lean back in, dragging my tongue slowly over the sensitive head of his cock. Rowan moans loud, a raw, broken sound that goes straight to my own dick. His cock twitches hard against my tongue, leaking a fresh bead of precome.
“Keep your eyes on me,” I order.
He nods; brain clearly fogged with pleasure he’s never felt before. His gaze stays locked on mine even as his eyelids flutter.
I wrap my lips around the head again, sucking firmly while letting my teeth scrape lightly against the sensitive flesh justbeneath the crown. Rowan’s head tilts with a devastatingly deep moan, hips jerking involuntarily.
I pop off just long enough to wink at him. Rowan’s face burns crimson and he slaps both hands over his face in embarrassment, trying to hide.
I growl. “Do you want me to leave?”
He shakes his head frantically behind his hands.
“What did I say?” I demand.
He lowers his hands slowly, eyes glassy and desperate. “Eyes on you…” he whispers.
