I loved when he ate me out like it was his favorite thing and he’d been deprived for months. Even if he enjoyed it so much, we’d hooked up regularly apart from the concussion recovery days.
“Stretch me, Rowan.” I moaned, rocking over his lips. “Prepare me for your cock.”
He mumbled something into my skin, then patted the bed. I placed a bottle of lube in his hand and he chuckled into my ass, giving me a thumbs-up.
My cock dripped pre-cum onto Rowan’s hair, but I refrained from touching myself. I needed to come on his dick tonight.
Rowan worked a finger into me, or maybe two, moving them in circles, stretching my rim. He added more lubricant, repeating the movement and going in deeper.
I whimpered and eyed the headboard with half a mind to bite into it to keep from coming untouched into Rowan’s beautiful red hair.
“I’m ready,” I said and lifted my ass up.
“Are you sure?”
“You are there; you tell me.”
He wiggled his fingers inside me with a slick sound. “Probably yes.”
We’d had the all-clear talk our first, failed, night when I’d fallen asleep, but since Rowan was a cryptid, he couldn’t catch anything from me anyway, and we’d been exclusive from our first hookup.
I slithered down Rowan’s body and stopped to kiss him briefly on the lips, then down his hairy chest to the treasure trail leading to his cock-zilla. I gave a sloppy lick along the tiny ridges on the underside of his shaft, then positioned myself above it.
“Wait.” Rowan slathered more lubricant onto his shaft, then nodded once.
Chewing my lip, I guided Rowan’s cock into me, and sunk lower, taking the head in.
“Fuck, you’re so thick, Rowan.” I moaned as I lifted up, then down again, each time letting his dick in a tiny bit more. The ridges teased my rim with every move, threatening to undo me on the spot.
“And you’re still so tight. Are you okay?” Rowan’s voice was strained, and he was gripping the headboard above him.
“Yes. I’m fantastic. Hold me.” I placed Rowan’s hands on my hips. That way, if I passed out from pleasure, he’d catch me. ‘Cause if having Rowan halfway felt this good, I might as well say goodbye to fucking myself on anyone else’s cock ever again.
I lowered myself in gradually until my ass cheeks rested on Rowan’s groin. We groaned in unison.
Deep breaths, Milo.
The delicious fullness took a few beats to accommodate, but once I knew I wouldn’t blow, I began to rock slowly.
“Good?” Rowan asked, caressing my waist with his thumbs.
“Yes.” I moved my hips as if I were on the dance floor, seducing him for the first time.
Rowan looked at me with the familiarity of someone who had mapped my body with his fingertips, and with a glint of discovering something new.
I danced my hand from my collarbone to my nipple, pinching it. I sucked in air, then caressed my other bud and moved down my abs to my cock. Touching it was out of the question.
“You feel so good, Milo. I won’t last long.”
“Good. I want you to fill me with your cum.”
“But—”
I shushed him with a finger on his lips. “Will you do it for me?”
Rowan nodded. “Easy.”
I sped up, riding him like I was racing into the sunset with one hand braced on his chest, and the other on my thigh—preventing me from waving it in the air as if I were holding a lasso. Maybe next time.
