His softly parted lips draw me closer. I’m tempted to press my mouth against his. No one has ever kissed me with so much skill. And the way he takes his time...
It’s as if we have an eternity to explore and discover each other.
A horde of butterflies erupts in my belly as I study him in fascination. I’ve spent so much of my life pretending Rowan wasn’t there that I never stopped to look at him without my prejudices coloring the lens.
My teeth sink into my lower lip. It’s like I’m seeing him for the first time. I’m totally bowled over by the man I find in front of me. And make no mistake, Rowan Michaels is all man. Deliciously so. There’s something about him that captivates me and draws me like a bee to honey. Maybe this is why I went to such great lengths to avoid him in the first place. Deep down, I knew this was the one guy who could wreck me, and I wasn’t ready. His admission Friday night has peeled away every protective layer of my resistance. I now find myself strangely powerless where he’s concerned.
It's as frightening as it is freeing. Almost as if I’ve shed all of the constraints that have kept me firmly in check all these years. I can only liken it to jumping out of an airplane and not knowing if your parachute will open before you smack into the ground.
Here’s hoping my parachute opens.
My gaze scours the chiseled lines of his face. He’s all hard angles with sharp cheekbones, pouty lips, and a strong chin. For a second time in a handful of minutes, his good looks hit me like a sly sucker-punch to the gut.
What I’ve learned in the past thirty-six hours is that Rowan is so much more than a hot, football-playing jock. There is a hidden depth I never imagined existed. I’m having a difficult time reconciling the guy I thought I knew with the one he actually is.
Ever since I stepped foot on campus freshman year, I’ve been inundated with the whispered rumors of his sexual conquests. Stories swirl through the hallowed corridors and lurk around every corner. Pictures of him surrounded by busty sorority girls flood Insta after every weekend. Over the years, I’ve heard dozens of girls brag about hooking up with him. And they were all a bunch of lies. It blows my mind that these chicks would fib about having sex with Rowan.
For three years, I steered clear because of those lies. It turned my stomach to hear about his sexual exploits. Like he was somehow incapable of keeping his dick in his pants. Only now do I realize that I’ve never heard him talk about a girl or even flirt with one. They were the ones always running their mouths.
He has a reputation as a manwhore and the guy has never had sex before.
How messed up is that?
I almost snort but bite back the sound at the last minute, not wanting to wake him. I’m enjoying my silent perusal with the light that streams through the windows and across the bed. My room faces the eastern sky and gets a ton of sunshine in the morning. I used to hate it and would drag a pillow over my face so I could sleep.
At the moment, though?
I’m loving it.
My gaze travels from the planes and angles of his face before sliding to the powerful lines of his chest. Even in repose, his musculature is a sight to behold. Rowan works hard to look the way he does. This is not simply a case of good genetics. This kind of muscle tone and hard, sinewy strength takes years of rigorous weightlifting to achieve. As a fellow athlete, I can totally appreciate the dedication. To sculpt your body into a machine takes single-minded focus and determination.
My fingers itch to reach out and trace over his flat male nipples. I want to draw each one into my mouth and nibble at them with sharp teeth. The need to drive him as crazy as he makes me thrums through my blood.
Is that even possible?
For the umpteenth time, I’m bowled over by the thought of Rowan holding out for me. That knowledge only stokes the hunger that demands I explore every firm inch of him. My gaze slides to his lower abdomen, where the sheet lays crumpled. There are so many tantalizing muscles on display.
Rowan Michaels is more sculpture than actual man.
A light trail of hair arrows from his lower abdominals before disappearing beneath the thick cotton sheet. My gaze drops to the tented material. It looks like someone is sporting a little morning wood. Although, by all appearances, there’s nothing little about it.
My teeth sink into my lower lip as I tentatively reach out and tug the sheet down his body until the waistband of his boxers comes into view. Gradually the cover slithers further until his boner is revealed. Sharp shafts of need explode in my lower belly before settling deep in my core. Unable to resist the impulse, I reach out and stroke my fingers over the thick curve. Even beneath the cotton material, heat radiates off him as if he’s burning up with a fever. It sends goose bumps skittering along my skin.
Once.
Twice.
Three times I caress the hard length. Another punch of arousal slams into me. So badly do I want to delve beneath the thin material and wrap my fingers around him. A deep groan rumbles from Rowan’s chest as he shifts beneath my touch. I glance up, only to find him watching me through slitted eyelids still clouded with sleep.
“Good morning,” I whisper, continuing to stroke his length.
He stretches beneath my fingertips, becoming impossibly hard. “Yes, it certainly is.”
His voice is all deep and growly. It sends another arrow of lust straight down to my core before exploding like a firework. Already my panties are damp with need. The way I’m touching him isn’t nearly enough to appease the insatiable desire burning through my body. I need more.
So much more.
Since he hasn’t put the kibosh on what I’m doing, I decide to push the boundary and take it further by tugging at the waistband of his boxers. First one side and then the other, until I’ve worked the thick elastic down his narrow hips, and his thick cock springs free.
My eyes widen at the sight of him.
Sure...I’d suspected he was large. I could see the long curve of it beneath the material, but it’s considerably bigger than I had assumed. Enamored by the sight, I run the pads of my fingers from the velvety soft head, over the length, to the root, which is buried in a nest of curls. His erection jerks beneath my touch, and another bolt of excitement crashes through me.
I flick my gaze to his and smirk. “Impressive.”
His lips twitch at the corners with amusement. “Thanks, I try.”
My focus returns to the part of him that holds my attention spellbound. “Oh, there’s no trying involved.”
A snort escapes from him. Beneath his watchful gaze, I inch closer until his masculine scent can assault me.
“What are you doing?” Urgency leaps into his voice as if he’s only now become aware of my intentions.
“This.” I swipe my tongue across his crown.
He groans, arching his pelvis toward me. “Demi...do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
“If you have to ask, then I guess not.” A devious smile dances across my face. It feels so damn good to have him at my mercy. I swirl my tongue over the blunt tip before sucking him deep into my mouth.
A guttural sound vibrates through his body as his fingers tangle in the length of my hair.
I’m no pro at blow jobs, but I’ve given enough to know how to do it right. And if his reaction is any indication, then what I’m doing feels pretty damn good. Wanting to give him pleasure, I slowly slide up and down his length. My tongue swirls around the head before I lick my way to his shaft.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
The sounds he makes only spur me on. His teeth sink into his lower lip as his eyelids fall shut. Pleasure flashes across his face as I draw him into my mouth until he is able to nudge the back of my throat. When his body tightens, I release him, licking and nibbling at his firm flesh before repeating the process all over again, relentlessly pushing him toward the edge.
It only takes a couple of minutes before his back is arching and his muscles coil tight. His fingers pull at me. “Demi, I’m gonna—”
More than anything, I want to be the one who snaps his control.
“Oh, fuck.” His hips arch off the mattress as he ejaculates. The saltiness gets swallowed down in thirsty gulps. I don’t stop milking his cock until every last drop has disappeared, and he softens in my mouth.
When I finally release him, I nuzzle the velvety tip with my lips. This is the first blow job I’ve ever enjoyed. There’s something incredibly intimate about using your mouth to pleasure someone else. There’s an exchange of power I never really thought about.
Like everything else with Rowan, this, too, feels different.
A good kind of different.
An addictive kind of different.
The best kind of different.
25
Rowan
Holy fuck.
My mind spins out of control. I’m barely able to focus on one thought.
That felt amazing.
No...better than amazing.
fan-fucking-tastic.
I’ve had girls blow me before, but it was never anything more than a release. This experience couldn’t be more different. It was somehow deeper, more meaningful, and that has everything to do with the girl I’m sharing this moment with. The one I’ve spent years pining for. The one I never thought I’d actually have.
Fuck...would you listen to me?
I don’t care if I sound like a lovesick pussy. As my mind clears, my gaze stays pinned to her. Looking away isn’t an option. It never was.
Fuck, but she’s beautiful. I mean, really beautiful. All that messy dark hair falling over her shoulders and cascading down her back. It’s spread across my thigh as she stares up at me. Her mouth is so damn close to my cock that every soft inhalation stirs my arousal.
As our eyes lock and hold, all I can think about is returning the favor. I want to press my face against her heat and taste every gorgeous inch. I want to learn every dip and curve of her body. My new mission in life is to discover what gives her pleasure and drives her over the edge. What will make her scream and see stars? Does she like having her lips stroked? Her clit sucked? Her pussy spread wide?
I have no idea, but I’m going to damn well find out.
I want to wreck this girl for all other guys like she’s ruined me.
“Fuck, baby,” I gasp when I’m finally able to get a handle on myself.
She grins, her chin resting against my thigh as her tongue darts out to swipe over my softened cock like it’s a lollipop. If she keeps that up, I’ll be stiffening again in no time. This girl turns me on like no other.
Before she can get any more ideas in that pretty little head of hers, I slide my hands beneath her arms and drag her up my body until she’s draped over me. My lips slant across hers before plunging inside. The fact that she tastes like me is such a turn-on. I sink into the caress, licking at the inside of her mouth. I could spend days exploring her, our tongues twisted together, teeth scraping. But the need to discover other parts pounds through me like that of a steady drumbeat. I need to taste her. With one smooth movement, I flip us over until she’s flat on her back. Then I drag her arms above her head and pin her wrists near the headboard. The delicate pulse in her throat flutters like the wings of a hummingbird as she watches me with wide eyes.
Oh, baby, you have no idea what kind of hungry beast you’ve unleashed inside me, but you’re about to find out.
I lower my face to hers before nipping at that plump lower lip. “And now I get to discover what you taste like.”
My fingers loosen from around her wrists before grabbing the hem of her tank top and dragging it up her torso. The material is pulled over her head and tossed to the floor. Excitement rushes through me as I move to the side and stare down at her. A topless Demi is a glorious sight to behold.
But a naked Demi?
Yeah...I’ve waited too damn long for this moment.
My fingers itch to rip the panties away so that she’s completely bared to my sight. I don’t want anything standing between us, not even a thin scrap of fabric. Instead of doing that, I will myself to slow my roll. As impatient as I am, I want to savor the moment. It’s one I’ve waited years for. I take a couple of seconds to beat back the raging beast inside me. Once firmly under control, I slip my index fingers beneath the slender elastic band before carefully drawing the material down her body. Anticipation bubbles up inside me.
My whole life has been built around control. There was a time when I didn’t have any. I was at the mercy of my father and his whims. It was complete chaos. I never knew from one day to the next if we would have the essentials. Money, food, a roof over our heads. None of it was assured. All that changed once he was locked up. Little by little, I took control back. It’s not something I’ll ever relinquish. One of the reasons I’ve worked out and gotten big is so that no one could ever waltz in and take advantage of my mom and me again. I wanted to go to college and play football for a Division I school, and I made sure it happened. The first time I saw Demi, I wanted her. It might have taken years, but I made that happen as well. I could have been getting laid since I was a sophomore in high school. Instead, I exercised that same control, knowing it was all about the long game.
You don’t think it takes willpower to turn down every girl who has offered to spread her legs?
It takes a monstrous amount.
Especially when they’re crawling buck naked into bed with you, rubbing their hot little pussies against you. It would have been all too easy to bury myself in their tight heat and fuck some of my need for Demi out of me.
But I couldn’t do it.
I couldn’t sleep with one girl, all the while fantasizing that I was screwing another. It was bad enough I did it when they were blowing me.
When Demi whimpers, I blink back to the present and the girl I’ve always wanted.
Did I ever think I’d actually see her like this?
Ready and willing?
Crying out for my touch?
I shake those thoughts away and focus on the girl writhing beneath me. Damn, but she’s sexy. Way more than I dared to imagine. My tongue darts out to moisten my parched lips as her mound is revealed. The top of her slit comes into view.
Holy fuck...she’s completely bare.
Unable to resist the gorgeous sight, I lean down and press a kiss against the delicate folds. She moans, arching against my mouth as if offering herself up to taste. I continue to peel the material down her hips and thighs before untangling them from around her legs and tossing the little scrap of cotton over my shoulder.
Then I settle between her parted thighs, taking in what has been unveiled. “Damn, Demi...”
Barely am I cognizant of the husky words sliding from my lips as I look my fill. It’s like staring at the sun. It’s almost blinding in its intensity and yet, I can’t rip my eyes away. I’m afraid if I do, she’ll shimmer and disappear like a mirage.
I’ve fantasized about this moment for so long, imagining what she looked like beneath her clothes, but nothing could prepare me for the reality of the situation. Her long dark hair is draped across the pillowcase, and her sun-kissed flesh is a sharp contrast to the pale sheets. Her breasts are slightly rounded, topped with pink-tipped nipples that beg to be suckled between my lips. Her waist is narrow, and there’s a slight flare to her hips. Tucked between the vee of her thighs is a perfectly bare and silky-smooth pussy. Her mound is plump, and her lips swollen.
With my hands splayed wide against her inner thighs, I push them further apart so I can see each soft pink fold.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” I whisper, more to myself than to her.
She twitches as I widen her legs. Carefully, I swipe my thumb over her sensitive center. Demi moans, thrusting her hips toward me. All I want to do is spread her wide and lick every delicious inch. I’ve spent years jerking off t
o thoughts of her, but nothing compares to reality. My imagination didn’t do her justice.
“You’re the first girl I’ve been able to take my time with and really look at.” The admission slips free before I can think better of it.
“I am?” Surprise laces her voice.
“Yeah.” As embarrassing as it is, I push out the rest, wanting her to know the truth. “I’ve hooked up with people at parties. But it’s usually loud and noisy. Not exactly a place where I could take my time and savor the moment. And I liked it in the dark; it was easier to imagine you were there with me.” Heat rises in my cheeks. If I’m not careful, I’ll scare this girl away. She might not have thought I was a stalker yesterday, but that could easily change.
The air gets wedged at the back of my throat as I wait for her reaction. When her expression softens, my muscles loosen in relief.
Demi reaches out, snagging my fingers before giving them a light squeeze. “I’m glad you took a chance and told me the truth.” There’s a pause. “You were always there in the back of my head, but I didn’t want to let you in. I was afraid you were every inch the player I’d heard about.”
Regret fills me as I shake my head. “That was never the truth. I’m sorry you thought otherwise.”
“Keeping you at a distance felt like the safest option.”
I’ve always been aware of the rumors. Maybe I should have put a stop to them a long time ago. But how could I do that?
It was a double-edged sword—out myself or keep it under wraps and save face.
Pushing those thoughts away, I swipe my thumb over her core.
Slowly.
So slowly that she shudders under my touch as need reignites in her eyes.
My voice drops, becoming rough. “Do you still feel the need to keep your distance?”
Her tongue peeks out to moisten her lips as she shakes her head. “No.”
“Good.” I’m done holding back, and pretending she isn’t the reason I draw breath every damn day. Now that I’ve had a taste of her, there’s no going back. Demi is mine. Whether she realizes it or not.
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