“I will! Just get to it already.”
He chuckled, then swallowed my cock to the hilt.
This time I yelped and grabbed the sheets at my sides. The warmth of his mouth enveloped my dick, and he sucked slowly, moving all the way up then back down.
This was not how I planned to die, but at this point, I might as well.
He slid his finger in and moved it around in my ass, stretching, searching. Then he put pressure on my prostate. The powerful pleasure spread through my insides and to my cock.
“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!” I strained, but Rowan held me down with one arm across my waist. “Ah! Rowan—” My next moan was so loud the entire hotel must have heard it. I tappedhis hand. That was universal for “I’m gonna shoot in your mouth if you don’t pull away”, right? Rowan was not getting the message. “Rowan, I’m about to, ah, fuck!”
I came so hard I wasn’t sure if I levitated off the bed along with Rowan stuck to my dick, or it was my spirit that left me then slammed back into my body.
To say I felt the orgasm to the tips of my fingers and toes would be an understatement.
I was still panting and mumbling words I didn’t know the meanings of. Was I speaking in tongues now? Had Rowan possessed me like a sex demon?
Rowan kissed my inner thigh and rose to his knees. He dragged his hand down his hairy chest to his dick and gripped it. He looked at my body as if it had been sent to him from heaven, and boy, didn’t that shoot my libido through the roof again.
I couldn’t decide where to look, torn between the flexing muscles of his arm as he pumped his cock, his taut abdomen, or his flushed face. Grabbing a pillow, I shoved it under my head to prop myself up.
“I owe you an orgasm,” I said.
“This is not a competition.”
“No. But it’s not fair that I haven’t seen you come.”
He didn’t stop stroking, releasing tiny grunts with each pump of his hand. “Ah, you want to see my ugly orgasm face.”
“Yes. That’s exactly it. Will you show it to me?”
“It won’t take long with you splayed here like this. Fuck, you’re gorgeous, Milo.”
Rowan braced himself on his forearm, hovering above me, still working his dick.
“Give me your hand,” I said.
Rowan frowned, but stopped jerking off and did as I’d asked.
I licked the inside of his palm, watching his eyes darken at the movement.
“More.” His chest rose and fell, the hair there damp with his sweat.
I gathered saliva in my mouth and spat into his hand.
Rowan smirked, a shadow of surprise crossing his face. He recovered quickly and grabbed his cock, releasing a low growl. He looked at my lips with a greedy stare, then kissed me, open-mouthed but with shocking finesse for a man on the brink of an orgasm.
I met his tongue with mine, caressing, chasing, pleading for more of this, of us. Right now and for as long as we could. I found his nipples and flicked them with both my thumbs. He groaned into my mouth, then pulled away with a choked sound at the back of his throat.
I wanted him on top of me again, but I also needed to see him fall apart.
He pushed back to his knees and caressed my chest and down to my thighs, watching me as if he had to drink his fill or he’d die. With hair dishevelled, falling all around his face and shoulders, Rowan was beautiful in his pleasure.
“Will you come on me, big guy?” I asked in a raspy voice. My fucked-out confidence was shining through.
Rowan’s eyes blew wide, and he bared his teeth. “Fuck.” His panting grew sharper, and he shot his release all over my chest and abdomen. He didn’t stop; twisting his hand on the upstroke until he spilled more thick cum on me.
I looked down at myself. I liked messy sex, but we were supposed to go out. Fine, it was all my fault for jumping him right away.Oh, and I did ask him to come on me.Never mind.
