Rowan’s breathing sped up, his massive chest rising and falling.
He was watching me with patience as if expecting me to change my mind.
No chance. “Let’s see how much.”
Leaning back, I braced myself on my arms and took Rowan’s cock-zilla between my feet. The glide was easy with the oil proving to be a great lubricant, and I moved up and down, curling my toes.
My abs and thighs were working overtime, but the strain was worth the flushed look on Rowan’s face.
He took a healthy gulp from his coffee mug, set it aside, and leaned back on his elbows. “Fuck, Milo, what are you doing to me?”
Making up for not being able to bounce on your cock.“Trying to make you come on my feet. Will you do it? For me?”
“Fuck, yes.” He bared his teeth in an erotic snarl.
He was close.
I squeezed harder and sped up.
My reward arrived in strings of cum landing on Rowan’s thighs, abs, and my feet.
A full-body shudder raked through him, and he released another load, coating my toes.
With a giddy grin, I scooted closer, air-walking up his chest until I was straddling it, my ass in the wet pool of his release.
“How was that?” I tapped my big toe on his bearded chin.
“Fantastic.” He caught me by the ankle and met my gaze.
I nodded.
He licked between my toes and over the pads of every single one, cleaning my foot off his cum.
“It tickles.” I giggled and gave him my other foot to pamper.
He maneuvered me around and sat me on his lap. “How did you know I like your tiny feet so much?”
I placed a peck on his cheek. “A hunch. And I’m size ten.” I smacked his chest.
“Tiny to me.” He caught my hand and kissed the inside of my palm. “And just perfect.”
I relaxed against him, not caring about getting stuck to him with cum. We’d clean up soon. “After breakfast, I need to study. I have a few smaller tests to pass before the big exam in two weeks. Are you game to play my tutor again?”
“Of course. Doing math with you has all the perks of working with numbers and none of the pain I have to endure at AlphaWave Finance.”
“Why do you still work there if your job makes you miserable?” I traced tiny circles in the hair on his forearm.
Rowan fell quiet for a moment, then sighed. “It pays well and I’m good at what I do. I can’t just—”
Resentment brewed in me. “What? Work at a coffee shop? Is that what you wanted to say?”
“No.” He lifted my head with a finger under my chin. “I’m not brave enough to rewrite my life and look for something new.”
All anger left me. “I don’t believe that.”
“I moved here to keep my job even though I hated the idea then. You made my stay a lot better.” He kissed my forehead gently.
But you’ll leave soon. And I’ll be alone again.Which is exactly what we’d agreed on and what was best for both of us, but the thought hurt nonetheless. I refused to beg him to stay. I wouldnot be clingy and desperate—all the things Andrew had called me.
