I look over my shoulder to give him a look. “While you have fun with your—I meanmy—ankle, I’m gonna have a little fun of my own.”
My words are met with laughter, but he’s not laughing for long. Especially when I get his zipper down and waste no time choking on his dick.
Warm leather invades my senses, and all I know is Rowan…who is still pressing kisses all over my ankle and up my leg.
I take that to mean I’m not working hard enough. I double down and take him deeper until he’s hitting the back of my throat so hard my dentist is going to see the bruises at my next appointment. My hands work his heavy balls, and I’m rewarded with his precum as an appetizer.
My finger slides down over his taint, and he twitches inside my hot mouth.
“Fuck,” Rowan mutters. He’s all but abandoned my leg now. His hands slide up my spine before going back down again to find their way under my pants and pulling them down to access my ass.
“Want you. Fuck, you’re still loose from earlier,” he says with a heavy breath. I shudder as he slips a finger inside without even needing lube.
I pull off his dick to look over my shoulder again. Rowan’s eyes are dark; the warm gold flecks are gone, replaced with blue lust. The gaze is enough to heat my entire body like lava.
“You looked so pretty being fucked by me, you know that, babe?” he murmurs and slips another finger inside. I throw my head back and rock my hips harder onto his digits. “I don’t think there’s a sexier sight in this world. Whether it’s on my fingers or my cock.”
“Yes! Yes, need that,” I babble. I’m not even sure what he’s offering anymore, but I want it all.
A delicious growl comes from Rowan’s chest as he maneuvers me to face him again. Somehow, in the process, he’s tugged off all my clothes, so I’m sitting completely naked over him while he’s still completely dressed.
“Doesn’t seem fair,” I mutter, my palm sliding over his sweater. “If you get to keep your shirt on, I think I should too.”
“Not a chance. I want to see that pretty belly button piercing shine as you bounce on my cock.”
I roll my eyes. “First my ankle and now my belly button? Sir, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re obsessed with me.”
Rowan tugs medown so I can meet his lips. “Iamobsessed, Milo. With every single part of you.”
“I think I’d believe that more if your thumb wasn’t caressing over my belly button piercing as you said that,” I tease.
He lifts his hand and fists my cock. “Is that better?” he asks in a similarly teasing tone. I moan as he strokes me. Precum leaks onto his fist, and he brings it to his mouth to lick clean. “Every. Single. Part of you, Milo. I’m obsessed.”
“Fuck, Rowan. Need you now,” I moan out. I’m already rocking my hips over his stomach. My precum is leaking all over his sweater and ruining it, but it’s still not enough. I need him inside me.
Rowan reaches through the crack in the sofa to find the lube and condoms that are stashed there. I knew hiding them there was a good idea, and they’ve come in handy more than once.
Rowan seems to be as worked up as I am. He quickly suits up and messily squeezes out the lube. He slides a digit inside, but I’m too impatient and find my way to his cock.
“You’re not ready—fuck, Milo!”
His protest turns into a moan of my name as I spear myself onto him. Our moans harmonize in the best kind of melody. It’s his soul calling to mine and crying with relief that we’re finally home.
I’m still as I adjust, my chest pressed against Rowan’s, and I notice he’s watching me. Gold and green dance in his eyes, chasing the lust of the blues, and I hear a melody in my head again. The one that’s been brewing since thefirst night Rowan slept over and has continued to ring in my ears whenever he’s around.
“Love you,” he declares, and the song intensifies in my head.
“I love you,” I return, and the song crescendos into something that’s too big for my heart.
It’s itchy—stuffy—trying to get out, but I don’t know the proper way to express it. The itch expands until my entire body is a live wire, and I’m desperate for Rowan.
I rock my hips and find a steady rhythm that’s almost enough. Almost. Rowan’s riding the same wavelength as me and must want more too.
His hands find my hips, and he puts his muscles to work by physically lifting me and slamming me down hard onto his cock. I’m not really even riding his cock anymore—I’m the passenger now, and I’m loving every fucking second of it.
“Knew you’d look so sexy,” he murmurs. His eyes are bouncing between my own and my belly button piercing.
I would make a snide comment about his obsession again, but I’m so worked up I forgot how to form words.
