Chapter Fifteen
Save a Horse, Ride a Muffin
“Say that again? Not sure I heard you right.”
His grin turned playful. “I want to ride your cock, Evan. Is that clearer for you?”
Shocked was an understatement. I hadn’t expected it at all. I stared up at him as the gears in my brain came to a screeching halt.
That grin fell. “Unless you don’t want me to?”
“No, I do!” I squeaked, then cleared my throat, trying to stay cool. Not that I wasevercool and collected, but still. “I haven’t, uh,givenmuch, though, and it’s been a long time. Like two or so years ago. Hopefully it’s like riding a bike? Muscle memory and all of that.”
“I don’t know what a bike is,” Rowan said with a teasing grind of his hips. “But leave the riding to me.”
If this were an anime, his seductive grin would’ve triggered one of those gushing nosebleeds, followed by my eyes rolling back and a little ghostly Evan leaving my body.
As I was stunned stupid—not for the first time—he bent down and kissed me. There wasn’t an ounce of softness. The kiss was rough, going between hard presses of his mouth and the graze of his teeth as he pulled my bottom lip between them.
Sex with Rowan wouldn’t be gentle and sweet. It’d be fueled by carnal desire and lacking the vulnerability that came from true intimacy. He had opened up to me some, but he still had a wall up. A fortress encased in shadows. Our time together had thinned areas of that surrounding darkness, giving me a glimpseof the man hiding within it, but there were parts of him I couldn’t reach. Not yet.
What gave me a spark of hope? Me being his first kiss. He’d already given me a part of himself he’d never given to anyone else.
The fire radiated heat, but so did Rowan. His flames licked across my skin and sent that heat through my veins. The rough kiss grew sloppy as he reached between our bodies and unfastened my pants. When he took my cock into his hand, I groaned.
“Perfect,” he said, giving me a slow tug. “Not too big or too small.”
“Glad you approve.” The relief in my voice made it shake a bit. Dick size always caused some insecurity. Not all of us could be blessed like Maddox.
I felt him smile before he dove in for another kiss. For someone inexperienced with kissing, he sure liked doing it, even if the kisses were more abrasive than I was used to. Maybe he’d feel comfortable enough, eventually, to soften those kisses. To revel in them like I did.
“I take it you’ll be keeping this on?” he asked, touching my necklace.
“Yeah.”
“Because you don’t trust me?”
“What? No. I know you won’t hurt me. I just…” I lifted a hand to the softly glowing protection stone. “I feel closer to them when I wear it. Even when they’re miles and miles away.”
“Fine. You can wear it.” His mouth hitched up. “But everything else comes off.”
He tugged my pants farther down my thighs before rising up and unfastening his. The peek of his hip bones had my blood racing hotter, like valleys I wanted to explore with my tongue. Lean muscle covered his slim frame, and as he worked histrousers off, the flickering flames reflected on the tanned skin of his hips and thighs. He pulled off his tunic and tossed it to the side.
My gaze trailed to his cock. It jutted forward, not fully erect but getting there.
“Like what you see?” Rowan flashed that snaggletooth that drove me crazy.
I nodded. My blood had shot south, taking away my ability to form any sort of coherent sentence. Unless he didn’t mind me communicating in caveman style. My already dwindling speech deteriorated even further when he grabbed my hand, lifted it to his lips, and took my index finger into his mouth.
The silky heat of his mouth sent vibrations down my spine and right into my cock. It swelled to an almost painful degree as he then took my hand and positioned it behind him, placing my finger at his opening. Blood pounded in my ears, and tingles zapped through my veins.
“That’s it.” Rowan tipped his head back as the tip of my finger pushed into him. “I want you deep inside me.”
Okay, yeah. Even cavemen would be able to form better sentences than me right then. What even were words? Maybe Ban was onto something. Grunting your way through life was easier.
“Am I hurting you?” I asked, sliding knuckle-deep. Spit wasn’t exactly the best lubricant.
Rowan came down harder on my hand, forcing my finger deeper. “Stop being so nice, and let your instinct take over.”
