Page 23 of Hellhound AU

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Author’s Note:

This chapter wasalmoston time, but then my boyfriend got hit by a car. Don’t worry, he’s fine! Just a few scrapes and bruises, butof courseI had to inspect every inch of him and make sure he wasreallyokay. He was very inspirational for this chapter. (wink, wink)

MILO

I leaned up to kiss Rowan—he had made me breakfast, which was like the sweetest thing ever—and I meant to just leave it at a quick peck on the lips.

Rowan obviously had other ideas. My god, my man couldkiss. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close while our lips danced against each other. He licked at them, and I opened my mouth for him, ready to be devoured. Only he didn’t just thrust his tongue in and go all caveman on me. No, his tongue flirted with mine, touching mine then withdrawing, then touching again, tentatively exploring my mouth and my lips. His hands reached down and cupped my butt, and I wrapped my hands around his back and gripped him tightly.

His hands squeezed my ass, gently caressing, and I couldn’t help the little thrust I gave against him. He moaned into my mouth, but he still kept the kiss light and teasing. It was driving me fucking nuts. I grabbed his head and pulled him down, thrusting my tongue into his mouth and nipping at his lips. When his tongue came out to touch mine, I sucked it into my mouth, making us both groan again.

Rowan deepened the kiss. This was the devouring I needed—Rowan unleashed and sexy as fuck as he kissed me senseless. His hands continued to knead my ass, and I ground against him, hard and wanting. Without much thought, I lifted his shirt up, breaking away just long enough to pull it over his head. He complied, and I pulled mine off in the next breath, then I was back to kissing the man.

“Milo…” he groaned.

“Yes,” I groaned back, because I was on board for whatever this man wanted.

“Can I—” he started.

“Yes,” I answered again, because he could do anything he wanted with me.

He undid my pants, pushing my boxers and jeans down with both hands. Being freed from the constraints of my pants along with the cool air on my skin felt amazing, because my dick was literally on fire because I was so fucking turned on. He kissed me again as I felt him unbuttoning and pulling down his own pants, and then he had his hand on both of us.

“Fuck,” I ground out.

His hand was hot, his dick was even hotter, and the slide of skin against skin was unbelievable. If only…

Like Rowan had read my mind, he pulled away for a moment to reach behind him, and then his other hand was on our cocks, slick with oil.

I was never so happy that I left oil out on the countertop as I was in that moment.

Becauseholy fuck. The wet, slick glide of his hand and dick against mine was a slow build of pleasure. He continued to gently kiss at my lips, but all our attention was focused on the sensations cascading through us. Rowan was once again gentle and easy, not rushing at all. We were both panting and moaning, but he still kept his pace light.

It felt like we kissed and he jerked us both off forever—like the pleasure was a river running through me, touching every part of my body. It felt so fucking amazing that I wanted it to go on forever. I almost didn’t want to come because this felt so fucking good.

Eventually, the friction and pressure got to be too much. I felt tingles along my spine and and in my stomach, and like Rowan could sense that, too, his pace quickened just the tiniest bit. I fellinto my orgasm with a crash, and I was dimly aware of Rowan stroking us both through it, his hand covered in cum. I felt his dick jerk against mine, and knowing that he was coming too had more cum seeping from my slit. Fuck, it felt like the pleasure went on and on and on.

Of course, all good things had to come to an end, and eventually I came down from my orgasm high. Rowan still lightly gripped both our dicks, and he had me pulled close to him in a hug, my arms wrapped around him, too. I could hear his heartbeat in his chest, and it was oddly reassuring and comforting. We stood like that, holding each other, until I gave a little squirm.

The air was a little too cool for a cum covered dick.

Rowan chuckled, and he leaned down and pecked my lips. Then his hand was letting me go, and while I stood there, sort of dazed, he grabbed a paper towel and wet it, cleaning me off first and then himself.

I stared at him as he did it, and I realized the man’s dick was huge. I mean, sure, I’d noticed that while he was jerking us off, but I’d been far more focused on all the sensations cascading through me.

“I wonder if I could get the whole thing in my mouth,” I said aloud, still staring at his dick. It twitched, and I smiled at its valiant effort to partake in round two.

Rowan just growled, though, pulling up my pants and then his own. “Breakfast,” he murmured.

I obediently sat down and started eating my omelette, even though cold eggs arenotthe best thing in the world. Still, Rowan was a good enough cook that I kind of didn’t mind that it wasn’t hot anymore. He sat down next to me at the table, and every once in a while I fed him a bite of omelette, which he happily took.

My strawberry milkshake was amazing. Good sex, a good cook, and good at killing people—what more could a guy ask for?

Alas, we did not get to round two. Instead, we were currently arguing with a dry cleaner.

“We do not clean weighted blankets. We cannot be responsible for the melting of the plastic inside that gives it weight,” the owner said for the fifteenth time.