Page 60 of Twink Heart

?When I made that off-handed comment, the last thing I expected was for him to follow through with it. We’d been spending most of our time in the cabin for the past two months, but had yet to explore that particular piece of furniture. Not that I hadn’t thought about it every single night that I stayed over, but it just never felt like the right time to ask. After all, the sex swing belonged to his friend and that could be a little awkward. However, I had a feeling that Adam’s encouragement to use it had been the permission Rowan finally needed.

?And now I was the one that was gonna be suspended like a baked ham and fucked until I could see straight.

?It sounded goddamn amazing.

?By the time Rowan placed me in the swing, he was already up to the knuckle in my ass. As he pulled his finger out, I moaned pathetically, missing the feel of his thickness inside me already.

?“Don’t worry, baby,” he said, brushing a dark lock off my forehead. “I’m gonna give you all the cock you can take tonight. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be so fucking full of my cum that you won’t be able to think.”

?I could feel myself practically drooling thinking about that.

?“You’re gonna fuck me more than once?”

?He leaned close, his intense stare sending a shiver up my spine. “I’m gonna fuck you until the sun comes up.”

?Another shudder of delight. “P-Promise?”

?He smiled, kissing me softly. “Promise.” He gave me one last kiss. “Take your shirt off while I go grab my supplies.”

?“Supplies?”

?“Shirt off,” he commanded.

?There was that dominant edge to his voice again, and I fucking loved it. Forgetting my questions, I did as I was told, tossing my shirt to the floor. After that I lifted my legs and put them in the stirrups, my fingered hole spread wide for him the moment he returned. Part of me wanted to reach down and continue what he’d started, but he hadn’t given me permission to do that. Plus there was no point in rushing anything. If we were going to fuck all night, then it was probably best to take things slow.

?But secretly, I hoped I wouldn’t be able to walk by dawn.

?I sat there in the swing, listening to Rowan shut the cabin up for the night. Out the open window I could see the stars starting to pop into existence one by one in the night sky. It was such a beautiful night, and we had the place entirely to ourselves. With no nearby neighbors, I fully planned on moaning like a cheap slut the entire night.

?Rowan returned a few minutes later and as I turned to look at him, my jaw hit the floor. He was completely naked, his cock already at attention with a bead of pre-cum gathering at the tip. In his arms was a towel piled with a few essential items, mainly lube. However, that wasn’t what made my jaw drop.

?He was wearing a black leather chest harness I’d never seen before.

?“Where the fuck did you get that?!” I cried, my cock throbbing in excitement.

?“I drove up to Traverse City earlier in the week and got it at a shop.” He turned to the side, showing off how well it hugged his tight physique. “I thought you might like it.”

?Now I really was drooling. “I fucking love it.”

?He gave me a wink. “It’ll give you something to hang on to while I’m fucking your brains out all night.”

?“Yes sir.”

?He did a double take. “Oh. That… I liked that.”

?We were learning so much about each other. “Well, then I guess you better get started, sir,” I said, stressing that last word. “My hole is in desperate need of your care.”

He growled under his breath. “I guess I better get started then.”

Before I could prepare myself, Rowan dropped down to his knees, his face all but disappearing behind my crotch. All I could see was the top of his head and feel his touch as his fingers danced over my thighs.

And then I felt his tongue, hot and wet against my aching, needy hole. I bucked at the sudden flood of sensation, but the stirrups held me in place. My hands twisted around the handles above me, the leather and fabric squeaking under the pressure. A low moan filled the room, echoing from deep in my chest. No matter how many times Rowan ate my ass, it was always a mind blowing experience. In fact, he'd only managed to get better at it, constantly one upping himself.

Spread wide with nowhere to go, I just leaned back, letting him work his magic. He started with slow up and down strokes before swapping them out with a series of quick flicks. Then, when he had me practically writhing in ecstasy, he leaned into it, using his chin to increase the pressure as he pushed his tongue deeper inside me. I couldn't help crying out, my sounds growing pathetic and desperate. The longer he ate my ass, the more I needed his cock inside me. My hole aches for his cum and I never felt quite complete without it dripping down my ass.

“Please,” I begged, doing everything I could to get his attention. “I need you to fuck me. Please!”

?“You need it that bad, huh?”

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