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I did, closing my eyes and drowning in the taste of him. Coconut and salt. The feeling of being filled. The world narrowed to me and him. Nothing else.
He guided me an inch deeper. Farther than was comfortable, but it was okay. “Can you stay here? Tap twice if you can. Be honest.”
Two taps.
“Damn, Isolde,” he breathed the words, thumb slowly caressing my head as he held me in place. I sucked harder, wanting to drive him crazy. This was fun, finding the tiniest of loopholes. He told me to suck his cock—he didn’t tell me how hard to do it.
He laughed, like he knew what I was doing. Slowly, Rowan pumped his hips into my mouth, forcing the last inches of himself in, and easing back. Over and over again, pushing into my throat with an almost ruthless consistency.
I’d never had my throat fuckedslowly. Every nerve was on fire, arousal swimming in my veins, and I was far closer to having an orgasm than when he’d had his tongue on me. This was exactly what I needed.
My eyes fluttered closed, and I relaxed further. I didn’t want to move from this spot. I had a vision of lying in bed with him, his cock in my mouth, neither of us moving, and I had no reason for why it was making me so desperately wet.
Rowan shifted his hand to grip my hair, pulling hard, taking the time to let me feel that sensation and revel in it before pulling me off him. I almost whined. “If I don’t get your beautiful ass up here, I’m going to finish, and I’m not done with you.” Then his mouth quirked. “Though I think you’d like your mouth knotted on my cock, wouldn’t you?”
A shudder shook me to the core.Yes.
He lifted me, and suddenly I was sinking down onto him, stretched and full, and oh my god, it had been so long since I’d been fucked with an actual dick I’d almost forgotten what it felt like.
“Hands on my shoulders,” he said.
I was caught between questions and desire. So much I wanted to know and ask. Instead, I bit my lip, grabbed his shoulders, and sank all the way down onto his cock.
“You can move while I fuck you, little flower. Anything to help get off, except touch yourself. That’s my job.”
All the slow gentleness of being on my knees was gone. Rowan gripped my hips and pulled them down, thrusting up at the same time, taking me hard and fast. He said I could move, but there was absolutely no chance of that. This was a ride I never wanted to get off of. Get off? Sure. Get off him? No thank you.
Rowan was bigger than Beau. He filled me in a way the other man hadn’t. Delicious friction swirled beneath my skin, the tendrils of true pleasure drawing tighter.
“How close are you? Give me a percentage.”
My mind blanked. Percentage? “Sixty.”
“Mmm.” One hand grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, exposing my neck. That alone brought me another ten percent. “You like words. Let’s see what we can do with them. What would I do if I had you at my mercy for days on end?” His low laugh dropped through me. Like this wasn’t a hypothetical, it was a fucking plan. God, yes. Please.
“No clothes. Ever. Because we wouldn’t be leaving the house, and I want to see your perfect body. Maybe find out if we can get some freckles on that ass of yours. Maybe I’d order you onto the bed, face down and ass up, and tell you to play with your clit. No coming, but giving yourself pleasure, and then just leave you there. Wondering if and when I was going to come and fuck this dripping pussy.”
Rowan found my clit and moved his thumb back and forth. Consistent, delicious pressure along with those fingers in my hair and the movement of his cock and?—
“Maybe I’d come fuck you and leave you wanting so we could do it all over again. Or maybe,” he dragged me closer to growl in my ear, “I’d sit you on my face and eat you untilIwas satisfied, no matter how many orgasms you had. Maybe I’d fuck you andhold a vibrator against your clit and prove to you how many orgasms you’re capable of giving me. Then knot your mouth when your cunt is too tired.
“You’d give meeverything, Isolde. Nothing left. Every inch of your body and soul would be mine by the time I finished with you.”
He moved again, grabbing my hips and tilting them, changing the angle. Oh fuck. Oh god. I dug my nails into his shoulders to hold on, moving like he told me to. Awkward and without rhythm, I found it. Matching what he’d done and shifting so the head of his cock hit rightthere.
Light flashed behind my eyes, orgasm slamming into me so hard I couldn’t even breathe. I wasn’t in control of my body, every movement pure instinct to make it last longer. Feel better. Give me one more taste of the delicious sharpness slicing me to pieces.
Rowan slid home, knot locking into place as he came, adding to the wave. It fit me perfectly. Exactly where I needed it to be. Everything shook, all my strength gone, stolen by pleasure.
I melted as it left me, letting my head fall to his shoulder. One of the hands on my hips moved to my spine. “It hasn’t been two hours, but we’re finished. No rules or commands. Just rest with me.” Long, slow strokes of his hand up and down my back. “Did it help?”
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you it was coming. It was so fast. And yes. Thank you.”
His purr only made me cling to him further. “I think I should be thanking you. And if it was the person we’re not speaking about who told you that you were bad at giving head, he’s a fucking liar.”
“He didn’t saybad, exactly, just not amazing. But no one says no to a blow job, so?—”
“Can I ask you something?”
