by Anders Grey
His mouth was hot and wet, and he uttered tiny sounds of pleasure as I slipped my tongue into it. He loosened up, becoming pliable and needy beneath me as soon as I lifted his shirt and roamed my hands across his bare chest.
Just from kissing alone, I’d gotten rock hard. My cock tented my briefs, begging to be freed. I hadn’t intended comforting Rowan and gently rubbing his back to be a form of foreplay, but I guess it ended up that way. Judging by the bulge in his underwear, he was just as hard as I was.
I reached down. Rowan tensed. As I found his cock through the fabric and rubbed my thumb across the tip, he melted with a groan. Encouraged by his reaction, I palmed the rest of his shaft. It was thick and weighty beneath my hand, and that sent a shiver through me, making my own dick twitch in unison.
“Take it out,” Rowan breathed.
I snapped his waistband down and freed his cock. My eyes practically bulged out of my skull when I saw it.
“Damn,” I muttered.
Rowan let out a soft, breathy laugh. “Intimidated?”
Fuck, it was big. It wasn’t exactly like I expected it to be small just because he was shorter than me, but goddamn.
I wrapped my fingers around the monster in front of me. Rowan’s laugh became a liquid groan of pleasure. His head flopped back on the pillow. The cute blush I’d seen on his face so many times was deep red now. He was clearly enjoying himself.
I sat up. I didn’t want to stop kissing him, but it was easier to sit back while I slowly pumped his cock—and besides, I had a better view of his face this way. As my hand worked his cock, I watched his eyes flutter shut, seeing every twitch of his cheeks and bite of his lip. Fuck, he was gorgeous.
“I can’t believe you’re touching me,” Rowan mumbled.
I grinned and gave him a teasing squeeze. “Well, it’s happening.”
He opened half-lidded eyes but wouldn’t look at me when he said the next words. “I’ve imagined it before.”
My brow raised. “Oh, really?”
He licked his lips and nodded.
“You can’t just say that and not elaborate,” I said. To spur him on, I tightened my grip on his cock, eliciting a quiet gasp from Rowan that sunk straight into my balls.
“Fuck,” Rowan said. “It’s embarrassing.”
“I’m literally in the middle of giving you a handjob. I think we’re passed that point.”
“Fine.” Rowan shut his eyes again and hissed through his teeth. He vaguely gestured towards the bathroom. “I… I thought about you in the shower. Here, in the hotel when you were in the other room.”
I held back a moan. Knowing Rowan thought about me while pleasuring himself in our shared hotel room was hot as fuck.
“And?” I pressed, pumping his cock a little faster. “Keep going. I need to know more.”
“You were touching me. But you weren’t using your hand.”
My eyes widened. “You fantasized about me blowing you?”
He wore an adorable little scowl that only endeared me to him more. “Yes. And by the way, you looked really good on your knees.”
Oh, fuck. The comment took me by surprise, and my wrist stopped moving for a second before I forced it to continue.
“I see,” I said. A slow smirk appeared on my lips. “Is that what you like?”
Rowan swallowed. “I like whatever you’ll give me.”
That was a lot of trust to put in me.
“Well,” I said, pausing to lower my body. “I hope I can live up to the Alec in your fantasy.”
Rowan sucked in a breath, his eyes going wide. He watched as I parted my lips and hovered over his hard, bare cock.
“Oh my god,” he murmured.
I flicked the tip of my tongue teasingly over his slit and watched a full-body shudder run through him.
“Is this the image you had in mind?” I asked.
Rowan let out a breathy laugh. “Not exactly.”
“Oh, right,” I said, remembering what he’d said. “You mentioned me being on my knees. Is that right?”
He nodded, biting his lip like the mere mention of it would push him over the edge. If that was the case, I hoped he bit harder, because there was no way I was going to let him cum yet. We had only just begun.
I slipped off the edge of the bed and Rowan’s wide gaze followed me like a cat whose ball of yarn just rolled under the couch. When I beckoned him, he wasted no time shifting into the position I wanted. He sat on the edge of the bed and glanced down at me with curious eyes full of arousal and anticipation. His cock leaked.
“There. I’m on my knees now,” I said, raising a brow. “Better?”
He let out a breathy sigh. “Yeah.”
I curled my fingers around the base of his shaft and kissed the head, making Rowan shiver. A moment later, he reached out to stroke the back of my head. Even though my brain was in horny-as-fuck mode, I still appreciated his gentle act of affection.
My tongue swirled over his head, tracing lazy patterns across his sensitive flesh. Rowan twitched and jerked, letting out soft noises of pleasure. I wasn’t in a rush. I wanted to see just how much he would come undone.
When I cupped his balls and fondled them, Rowan groaned. “Fuck, Alec...”
I wanted to say that comes later, but my mouth was too full of his cock to tease him—verbally, anyway. I was doing plenty of physical teasing.
Rowan’s fingers dug into my hair and gripped me tighter. I took that as my cue to engulf him deeper, so I did. The heady, salty taste of him filled my mouth. I moaned around his cock, sending little vibrations up his spine and making him shiver. Rowan trembled with need. I wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last.
He let out a shaky moan and gently urged me forward. “More. Please. Fuck, I need it.”
Hearing him beg made my cock twitch. I was leaking pre-cum already, but I wanted to focus all my attention on Rowan right now.
I swallowed as much of his cock as possible, feeling it scrape the back of my throat. Rowan’s loud, wanton moan shot through me like a lightning bolt. My balls ached.
“Fuck, fuck,” Rowan whined, his voice getting higher as he neared orgasm. “I can’t, Alec, you need to stop before I—”
No way in hell I’m stopping now.
As if in defiance, I sucked him faster, deeper. Rowan’s cock throbbed in my mouth, and I knew he was about to lose himself.
His fingers curled in my hair. He went taut and tense. His voice cracked as he hoarsely cried my name.
He came hard. I braced myself for the jets of thick liquid pouring out of him and sliding down my throat. Rowan shuddered then gasped before pulling away.
“Oh, fuck, I’m sorry,” he said. “Are you okay?”
I chuckled and wiped the corner of my mouth. “What’s there to be sorry about?”
The blush on his face was deeper than I’d ever seen it, and that was saying something. “I meant to warn you before I… you know.”
“It’s all good. The warning you gave was sufficient,” I teased, standing up to stretch my legs.
Rowan’s eyes fell to my cock, tenting hard in my underwear. “You’re still hard.”
My cock twitched when he brought attention to it. I meant to tell Rowan he didn’t have to reciprocate, but he had already reached out and grabbed my dick before I could speak. Anything I had to say died in my throat and melted into a long moan. My knees wobbled, and I braced myself by putting my hands on Rowan’s shoulders.
“I hope my dick’s as big as you imagined in your fantasy,” I said, grinning.
“No comment.”
I laughed but shut up as soon as Rowan’s lips brushed the head of my cock. My mind whited out from pleasure for a second. I stared down at Rowan, unable to look away from the sexy sight of him. He was barely touching me—just his fingers holding my cock at the base and his lips teasing my head—but it was somehow so erotic that I had to force myself not to cum on the spot.
Rowan started slow, tortuous and teasing. He licked
up the bottom of my shaft, swirling his tongue around the head in small circles, giving it a soft suck before batting his eyelashes up at me. Fuck, he was adorable and sexy and hot all at the same time.
Ripples of pleasure coursed through my body. Every inch of my skin felt electrified, like a single touch would set me aflame. I gripped Rowan harder. He moaned as he sucked me off. Spit and pre-cum dripped sloppily from the corners of his lips and the sight of it was obscenely hot. I groaned.
“You’re so good at this,” I murmured.
Rowan made a muffled sound of acknowledgement then proceeded to swallow my whole cock.
I gasped. “Fuck!”
The hot, wet heat of Rowan’s mouth was intensely tight. I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. I bucked my hips wildly, chasing my orgasm in the velvety warmth. He let out soft sounds of pleasure as I kept fucking his mouth.
“Can’t,” was the only thing I managed to say. I hoped it was warning enough for what came immediately after. My orgasm ripped through me like a storm, making me cry out as I shot my load down Rowan’s throat. He remained patient throughout the whole thing, continuing to suck me off until it was finally over.
He popped his mouth open, and I staggered back with a breathless gasp. I scrabbled the wall for support.
“Holy fucking shit,” I said.
Rowan smiled at me, a devilish glint in his eyes. He knew exactly just how good that blowjob was.
Bastard, I thought affectionately.
I collapsed on the bed next to him and sprawled out luxuriously with a content sigh. Rowan laid down in the crook of my elbow. I smiled, happy that he wasn’t kicking me off the bed.
“I know you said this was a bad idea, but I firmly disagree,” I said with a smirk. “That was really good.”
Rowan snorted. “Plenty of things that feel good in the moment are bad ideas. Like eating a whole cake by yourself.”
Or fucking your fake boyfriend?
“Do you still think that way about what we just did?” I asked.
He hesitated, and I got the impression that he wasn’t quite sure himself. “I don’t know.”
“Do you regret it?”
Rowan shook his head. “No.”
I felt relieved—which was probably a bad sign.
With a quirk of the lips, he added, “At least, not right now. Ask me again in the morning.”
“Got it. For now, though?”
Rowan met my eyes. They were so vulnerable and full of emotion that I shivered. He shifted closer so our chests touched.
“For now,” he said, “I think I want to fall asleep on you and your big, warm body.”
I curled my hand around his shoulders, and it felt so natural.
If this relationship was wrong, did I even want to be right?
17
Rowan
The next morning, the dry hotel scrambled eggs tasted like heaven. The coffee tasted better, too. Even my fight with Tiffany didn’t seem as bad as I’d made it out to be last night. It felt like my perspective flipped overnight, and I was suddenly looking at everything through rose-colored glasses.
And it may or may not have had something to do with me and Alec blowing each other last night.
He stood next to me now as we waited for the tour bus along with the rest of my family. The itinerary for the day was a low-key hike on a forest trail, followed by downtime and a pub-crawl in the evening. I expected the booze-related activity to be popular with the cousins around my age, but Mom, Aunt Rose, and my other older relatives seemed just as stoked.
Despite my good mood, I was a bit worried that I hadn’t seen Tiffany all morning. I wondered if she was avoiding me.
I’d be avoiding me, too, if I was her, I thought. She probably thinks I’m trying to ruin her wedding getaway.
I sighed and tried not to think about it.
“You okay?” Alec asked, putting his hand on my far shoulder and pulling me close. I blushed at the contact then remembered my entire family knew he was my boyfriend and we didn’t need to hide anything.
Fake. Fake boyfriend, I reminded myself.
“Yeah,” I murmured, trying to keep my voice down. “Have you seen Tiff?”
Alec used his superior height to survey the crowd like a giraffe. “I think she’s near the front, but I can’t see much else.”
I grimaced. I wondered if Alec knew my hidden question even without me having to ask it. Apparently he did, because a second later he came down to whisper in my ear. “Mark’s with her.”
I held back a shiver at the brush of his breath against my sensitive ear. A tour bus ride was not the time or place for a boner.
“Good,” I mumbled back to him. At least he had the decency to be here for this. The conservatory and aquarium were easy to get lost in, but you couldn’t lose a man on a bus.
We boarded and I felt like a kid on a school trip again, except instead of a bunch of screaming children kicking seats and running up the aisles, it was a bunch of my cousins and aunts and uncles all whooping in excitement for the promised pub crawl later tonight.
Alec snorted. “Your family’s a fun bunch, aren’t they?”
“Fun is a nice way to say batshit.”
He laughed. “Come on, be nice.”
“That is me being nice.”
“You seem to be the only one not excited for the booze,” he remarked with a raised brow. “Not a big drinker, Mr. Rum-and-Coke?”
I shrugged. “I’ll drink a glass or two, but I don’t like the way it messes with my brain. I like keeping my inhibitions, thank you very much.”
Alec let out a low, rumbling chuckle that—combined with his next words—shot straight down to my balls. “Is that a challenge?”
I swatted him away, blushing furiously. “Bus time, Alec. Bus equals not sexy.”
“Is that a challenge, too?”
I pointedly ignored my twitching cock. “Keep it up and I’m gonna dump you before this trip is over.”
Alec suddenly gasped, and I thought he was playing along and doing a bit, but then his face fell. “I just realized something horrible.”
“What?”
He pouted. “I forgot to open your gift last night.”
I groaned. “That’s what you’re so worked up about? Just do it when we get back.”
Alec slumped in his seat like a sad toddler. “And I was so excited, too…”
“There, there.” I patted his shoulder.
The bus engine roared to life and we were off. I took the window seat and Alec leaned against me trying to sneak a peek of the view. The warm pressure of his body was nice, even though it distracted me by reminding me of last night. I swallowed thickly at the memory of his cock in my mouth.
Not here, not now.
I stared at some unsexy, grey stretch of freeway to clear my mind of obscene thoughts. After twenty minutes of travel, Alec shifted close to murmur in my ear.
“Say,” Alec began. “Remember that person at the aquarium?”
I knew he meant the figure hidden behind the tank column. “Yeah?”
“Do you think they’d be here, on this bus?”
My brows raised. He was right. If this person had something to do with Mark, they might be following him—and if so, being stuck on a bus was a good way to be cornered.
“Maybe,” I admitted. “You should go check.”
“Me? I don’t know what I’m looking for. Besides, I barely know your family. You should do it.”
Crap, he was right. Only I would be able to recognize anyone who was out of place. I let out a small groan.
“Fine,” I said. “Move your giant legs so I can crawl over you.”
Alec got a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. “I was going to get out of the seat, but that works too.”
I grunted as I hauled myself over his body, blushing at the awkward and suggestive position we held for a second with my ass hovering over his groin.
Mom noticed me get up. “Bathroom break already? Didn’t I teach you to go b
efore we left?”
“Oh, lay off the boy, Kaitlyn,” Aunt Rose chimed in. “As if you don’t piss thirty times a day.”
“Shut up, Rose, it’s only twenty-eight.”
While Mom and her sister started arguing about their bladders, I snuck off without responding. Alec and I sat near the back of the bus, and I assumed Tiffany was near the front. I hoped this mystery person was somewhere between us and her, because I wasn’t quite ready for that confrontation.
“Excuse me, sorry, just stretching my legs,” I mumbled as I shuffled down the aisle. Thankfully, most people ignored me. They were too busy listening to music or watching stuff on their phones to bother with me doing a subtle headcount. I briefly glanced at everyone, but I didn’t see anyone out of the ordinary—just my relatives.
I glanced back at Alec, who gave me a supportive thumbs up.
Thanks. Really helpful.
Whoever the person was, I didn’t see them anywhere. Even though it should’ve been a relief, it only annoyed me more. Maybe if I could corner them and demand the truth, I would have a real piece of evidence to prove that Mark was up to no good.
Finally, the only seats left were the ones in the front. I saw the backs of Tiffany and Mark’s heads. To my surprise, they were actually talking to each other, not staring out the window or entertaining themselves.
Tiffany must have noticed my gaze on the back of her head, because she paused then turned around and glared at me.
My heart sank. She clearly wasn’t over our conversation last night. I hated seeing her so upset, but especially because she was mad at me. Even worse was the fact that I knew this rift between us wouldn’t mend unless I apologized to her.
Apologize for what? I didn’t do anything wrong.
I bristled, feeling defensive as Tiffany’s glare kept piercing me. A second later, Mark turned, too, to see what his fiancé was staring at. Annoyed and a little embarrassed, I turned around and marched back to my seat.
Alec frowned. “Nothing?”
“No,” I mumbled. “It’s just my family. Whoever you saw yesterday, they’re not here.”
“Hm.” He lowered his voice again. “What if they’re already at the destination, waiting for Mark?”
