Rowan looked around and smirked. “You like kitchen lubricants.” He grabbed a bottle of olive oil and unscrewed it.
I snorted a laugh. “I do.”
He poured the oil over my crack, and it leaked down my legs. I couldn’t care less about the cleanup now. Not when I was about to explode without an orgasm from Rowan.
He didn’t tease, nor wait. But did as I asked, sliding one finger then another, spreading the oil inside me with quick, calculated movements. They were big, stretching me just right, but I knew by now I could take much more.
Rowan nuzzled my nape while he slid his free hand to my cock, playing with the tip of my crown only.
I thrust back until he could push any further.
“Squeeze my fingers, my little coffee bean.” He growled into my ear. “Yes, like that. I can’t wait for you to be so stretched, you’d squeeze my cock like this. Your hole would stay open after and I will play with the swollen rim.”
I whimpered. “Yes. I want my hole ruined for you.” I said a lot of things in the heat of passion, but this time I meant it. The very thought of riding his dick drove me closer to the brink.
Rowan licked the crook of my neck, then closed his teeth over the spot. Not in a painful way, but as if he was holding me in place while he drilled into me with his fingers, like it was his cock and he was about to come inside me.
“Stroke yourself. Let me catch your cum.” He positioned his hand in front of me and watched over my shoulder.
I wrapped my fingers around my olive-oil-smeared dick and jerked off for him. For myself.
Rowan tagged my prostate with his fingers, and I yelled my pleasure until I bit my bottom lip to stifle the sound. I released my load into his soup-bowl-sized hand while fucking myself on his thick fingers until I was done, spent, and empty.
Rowan retreated gently and kissed the spot he’d held me with his teeth.
Shuddering, I let out a breath as my body went cooked noodle on me. I turned around and leaned against the shelf.
Holding my gaze, Rowan licked his palm clean as a low rumble resonated from his chest.
“Why are you so hot?” I pushed him and wiped my thighs and ass with a bunch of paper towels I pulled from a roll nearby.
“So you’re definitely not mad at me?” He was still licking his fingers when he asked it. Pure evil.
“No.” I rearranged my jeans properly, holding onto his forearm for balance.
He beamed. “And you’ll still go to my sister’s wedding with me this weekend?”
“Yup.” I kissed his cheek. “Will you come over after work tonight? No pressure.” Imagining a night without Rowan while he was only a few blocks away was painful. Not only because his presence somehow cured my nightmares but just because of…him.
“I’ll be there. And I’ll stay over if you’ll let me.”
Oh thank fuck.
Author’s notes:
Fuck Andrew, amiright? To the nosy bishes in comments: no, I won’t describe my hot dude. Well, not mine, but dayum, guys, he came back yesterday and casually mentioned my name. Yes, it’s on my tag, but still. I smiled and waved. I probably looked like a goblin looking for cheese, but at least I didn’t say anything stoopid.
Milo
“Finally! I feel like I haven’t seen you in a year.” Ethel smacked her thighs when Rowan and I entered her room. “Are you all well now? What did the doctors say?”
“I’m fine, Ettie.” I kissed her cheek. “It’s been a week, and I called you every day. The doctor said that a weekend away can actually do me good. I wrapped everything up, and Sophia will open the cafe with reduced hours.”
“Rowan, is he telling the truth?” Ethel reached for Rowan.
He obliged her, taking a seat next to her on a chair way too small for him, and placing his hands in hers. “Yes, ma’am. I wouldn’t have taken him otherwise.”
She narrowed her eyes at his palms, lifted her eyebrows, and let go. “Okay. I believe you.” She turned to me. “You’ve beenoverworking yourself with the cafe and school. You deserve a break. I love that place too, but it’s not worth losing yourself over.”
