“I want you to fuck me, right here, standing under the stars.”
I lowered my hand to his cock, and he was already rock hard and leaking. I slid my hand up and down, up and down, in a rhythm that was slow and steady and designed to drive him out of his mind.
“More,” he whispered urgently. “Faster.”
I bit down gently on his neck, then dropped soft kisses and teasing bites as I found his sensitive spots, noting the way his body moved and his moans became louder.
“I’m in charge now. I’ll guide your body to our ultimate pleasure, but I want you to surrender yourself to my care. Can you do that?” I murmured, my voice deepening as I fell further under his spell. Rowan nodded in response.
“I need to hear the words, Ro. Say it.”
“Yes, Drew. I want you to fuck me, own me.” He moaned loudly as I continued to torment his aching cock with rapid strokes then slower ones, edging him until he whimpered.
“Keep your hands on the railing and don’t let go,” I ordered.
“I need you.”
My body trembled at his words because I was right there with him. I needed him too. More than I’d ever thought possible. I removed my hand and reached for my zipper, hastily shoving off my jeans and my shirt and tossing them aside, my body burning up. Then I sheathed my cock with the condom and slathered my dick and a few fingers with lube. Rowan had his head bent forward, his back muscles flexing, and I watched as I slid one, then two fingers in his ass. He was tight, so I added more lube and scissored my fingers, stretching him. I wanted to make sure he was good and ready to take my cock and the long, hard fuck we both needed. I crooked my fingers, and his answering jolt and the low moan that echoed in the night air was all the encouragement I needed.
“Yes, Drew. There. So good,” he mumbled and pushed back against my fingers. “Fuck, more. Give me more,” he demanded, but I slowly withdrew.
“No!” Rowan started to move his right hand, and I playfully slapped his ass.
“What did I say? Hands on the railing,” I growled and leaned forward to nip his earlobe. I knew how sensitive he was there, and sure enough, he groaned and gripped the railing tighter, his knuckles white and the veins in his forearms pulsing.
“Stop torturing me then. Fuck me. I’m ready.”
“Well, maybe I’m not. Maybe I want to edge you for as long as possible. Don’t rush me,” I whispered in his ear as I slid my fingers back inside his tight little hole. His decadent moan was so satisfying. “So, here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to take my time sliding my hard cock inside your delectable ass and then I’m going to pound it nice and slow. But you’re not going to come. Not until I say so. Not until your whole being is so consumed by desire that you can do nothing but surrender to me. To us.”
“Drew, I… I… you…” Rowan shook his head. This was exactly what I needed. Rowan was so completely lost to our coupling that he could barely form words. And having this amazing man submit to me was the sexiest thing ever.
I used my other hand to grab hold of his chin and turned his face toward mine, and the look of raw desire in his eyes threatened to undo me. I claimed his mouth, I owned it, sliding my tongue in as deep as I could get at this angle. His taste, his moans, his pleasure, they were all mine. I savored second. I heard my own answering groan, and I couldn’t wait anymore.
I gave him one last lick and leaned back. Rubbing my hands over his spine and down his ass, I memorized the texture of his skin, taking a deep inhale and savoring the smell of our combined sweat and arousal. I spread his cheeks and slowly entered him, feeling the tight muscle give way as I pushed my cock inside him, little by little.
“That’s it, you’re mine now,” I whispered as his whimpers and moans grew louder in the cool air. Sweat trickled down my chest and my back. I finally slid all the way home, and my aching balls slapped his ass.
“You’re so tight, baby,” I murmured and waited for a moment, giving him time to adjust.
Then I grabbed hold of both of his hips, and I felt his body tremble as I began to thrust with languid strokes. Pumping in and out, I got lost in a smooth, steady rhythm. Then I reached down with one hand to tug on his swollen cock. He chased my hand and then my cock, swiveling his hips back and forth, trying to get me to move faster. His arms strained with the effort of holding on when all he really wanted to do was let go.
‘Drew… Fill me up. I’m so empty without you,” Rowan whispered.
I didn’t hold back. At that moment, I was as lost to Rowan as he was to me.
“I’m here, baby. I’ve got you. I’m the one who’s got you,” I moaned as I picked up the pace, our bodies slapping together, the filthy sounds echoing around us. My rhythm faltered as my pleasure grew higher, stronger, sharper. I was almost there. It was goddamn bliss, so good that shivers racked my body and didn’t stop. I needed Rowan to come. I needed to claim him.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” I moaned, and Rowan’s ass clamped down on my dick. His cock twitched in my hand and then his hot cum drenched my fingers.
“Drew!” Rowan moaned. “Love.”
The sudden endearment sent me right over the fucking edge, and my orgasm erupted. I let the rush of ecstasy sweep me overboard, and the only thing that existed was the two of us, joined as one perfect whole. As I emptied into the condom, I wished like hell that we didn’t have any latex barrier between us. I wanted to fill him up with my cum. I wanted to watch it drip out of his ass and see the proof that he was really mine.
Tiny shockwaves of pleasure continued to light up my body as my hips gradually slowed. Once I’d calmed down enough to get my breathing under control, I slowly withdrew and rolled off the condom. I carefully dumped the cum into my hand, mixing it with Rowan’s and rubbing it all over his supple ass, marking him, claiming him. Mine.
I’d never had such a visceral reaction to seeing and smelling my cum, and when mixed with his, it made something primal inside me roar to life. Rowan finally let go of the railing and turned around, his chest moving in and out as he struggled to catch his breath. His cheeks were flushed, his lips swollen, sweat dampening his brow, his blue eyes glowing. And to my surprise, tiny tracks of tears escaped the corners of his eyes.
Fireworks erupted around us, but I didn’t hear the roaring pops and I saw no shimmering colors. I was caught in the all-consuming force that was Rowan Carter, and there was nothing I could do to stop him from barreling toward my unprotected heart.