TWENTY-SIX ROWAN

TWENTY-SIX

Rowan

I DON’T THINK I’ve ever heard that sultry voice come from Arabella before. The sound thick with pleasure and full of confidence. Her fingers are on the button fly of my jeans and she tugs them undone, every single one of them popping open with ease before she dives her hand inside, her nimble fingers curling around my dick and giving it a firm squeeze.

Swallowing hard, I inhale deeply, trying to gain some semblance of control, but damn that felt good. If she doesn’t watch it, I might come in my goddamn boxer briefs, and that’s the last thing I want.

This has been the fucking best night of my life and I’m still shocked it’s happening with her. I had no idea Arabella would be like this, though I should’ve known. God, the moment she got close to coming she started screaming, and I was so freaked out my parents might hear us I went on instinct and placed my hand over her mouth, shutting her up. It was hot, seeing her like that. Desperate and straining, moaning against one hand while humping the other before she came all over it.

“Help me,” she murmurs, and the next thing I know, I’m lifting my hips and she’s pulling my jeans down along with my briefs. She’s careful when she tugs them off my ankle and I appreciate her taking extra care with it because I forgot all about the fact that it’s broken and still healing.

Huh. Maybe I’m the fragile one in this scenario.

“Lean back,” she instructs me, and I do as she says, my head propped on the pillows so I can watch as she runs her hands over my chest, her fingers tripping over my rippling abs. “God, your body is unreal.”

I’ve worked really hard to make this body unreal and I thought it all went to shit after my injury. But looks like I’ve still got it.

“And your dick is huge.” Her eyes go wide when she takes it in. I try not to laugh but this is almost comical. In a sexy way but still comical. The girl doesn’t hold back. “Like seriously, Row. How am I supposed to fit that in my mouth?”

“I’m sure you can figure it out.” I tug on her hand and she falls into me, her mouth finding mine, our tongues tangling as she runs her fingers up and down my chest, making me shiver. I cup the back of her head, keeping her with me as I devour her mouth and damn, it would be so easy to just slip inside her. We’re both naked and our bodies seem to fit like we’re meant to be together but …

We don’t have condoms. And there’s that other little fact, the one I haven’t admitted to her yet.

She hums when she finally pulls away from my still-seeking lips, her smile devilish as she shifts down the length of me, our gazes staying locked. She kisses my chest. Licks one nipple, then the other, making me groan. She kisses and licks her way across my abs and lower. Lower …

Until she’s lying in between my spread legs, her fingers wrapping around the base of my shaft and giving it an experimental tug. I part my lips, trying to offer encouragement but no words come out. She’s left me fucking speechless.

I’ve had a couple of blowjobs before, and every single one of them happened quickly. Lots of awkward fumbling around in the dark and me coming too fast because, shit, I was younger and horny and had no self-control. A gentle breeze could’ve coasted across my dick and I would’ve come everywhere.

It’s not much better now, my self-control. Especially because the lights are on and I’m eating up a naked Arabella with my gaze. She’s lying on her stomach and she’s got her legs bent, her feet waving in the air as she plays around with my cock and I stare at her perfect heart-shaped ass. She’s even more beautiful naked than she is clothed and swear to God, my heart expands at the realization.

That I’m the lucky bastard who gets to see her like this. Who made her come, who made her fucking scream.

“Your dick is perfect,” she says, her sweet voice and odd compliment breaking through my thoughts. I glance down to find her watching me, a faint smile curling her swollen lips. “Seriously, Row. Is there anything about you that’s not perfect?”

“My ankle,” I choke out when she gives my dick a firm squeeze.

She actually giggles. “Come on. There has to be something else.”

“My past inability to be nice to you,” I admit.

Arabella goes still, her fingers still around my dick, her expression turning solemn. “You were never mean.”

“Be real, Bells.”

“I was a pest.”

“That doesn’t give me the excuse to be awful toward you.”

“You were never awful …”

“Sort of,” I interrupt.

“Well.” She’s smiling again, tugging on my cock, pulling it toward her mouth. Fuck. “You’ve made up for it. You’re quite kind toward me now.”

“I have to be. My dick is in your hands.”

That lightens the mood completely and makes her laugh. The laugh dies the moment she touches her lips to the tip of my dick in the gentlest of kisses. She delivers one. Two. Three … and then dabs her tongue into the slit, swiping up the precum that had gathered there.

“Shit,” I choke out, closing my eyes for only a second because I don’t want to miss a thing. And Arabella doesn’t disappoint.

She licks my dick like it’s a popsicle she’s savoring with long drags of her tongue, never fully taking me in her mouth and driving me out of my mind. Every muscle in my body strains, my stomach clenching, my balls drawing up. It doesn’t matter that I jerked off in the shower earlier. I’m ready to blow all over her face right now and she hasn’t even given me a proper BJ yet.

“Mmm,” she murmurs just as she pulls me fully into her mouth, and all I can do is fall back against the pillows, closing my eyes.

One hundred percent focused on the gentle suction of her mouth. How her tongue glides around my cock. The firm grip of her fingers around my shaft as she squeezes and strokes. She’s fucking good at this.

Excellent at it, really.

The slurping noises she makes when she releases me from her mouth are nearly my undoing. I reach for her, lifting my head and opening my eyes so I can watch as I push her hair away from her face. Her mouth is full of my dick, and when those big brown eyes meet mine, that’s it.

“I’m gonna come,” I warn her and Jesus, she deep-throats me, the head of my cock bumping the back of her throat before she pulls me all the way out.

Just in time for me to lose all control. With a groan, I’m coming, semen shooting everywhere. All over her chest. Her chin. Her neck. I’m like a fucking geyser, my entire body shuddering with the force of my orgasm, and when it’s finally over, I collapse onto the mattress, my heart racing like I just ran across three football fields.

Goddamn.

I crane my neck when I feel the mattress shift, catching her bending toward the floor. She grabs the towel she discarded a while ago and wipes at her chest and neck, then her chin. I watch her, fascinated by every little thing she does, and when she drops the towel to crawl her way up so she’s lying beside me, I curl my arm around her shoulders and haul her in closer. She nestles her head in that spot between my shoulder and neck, her hair tickling my skin, and I drop a kiss on her forehead like I can’t help myself.

She drapes a slender arm across my chest, lodging her foot in between mine, always careful not to bump into my healing ankle. We are skin on skin, completely naked and spent.

“Did I do all right?” she finally asks after a few moments of silence. “The blowjob—was it good?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.” Is she for real right now? “Couldn’t you tell by the fact that I came in like, two minutes?”

She giggles again and I savor the sound. “You did come pretty fast. I’m guessing it’s been a while.”

“Been a while since what?”

“Since you’ve come.” She lifts up on one arm, staring at me. I stare right back. “How long has it been?”

“A couple of hours ago,” I admit. When her eyes go wide, I explain myself. “I jerked off in the shower.”

“Is that a common occurrence, Rowan?”

“We’re back to Rowan, huh?” I brush the wild strands of hair away from her face, taking in her beauty. Without the glasses on, I can take note of her every little feature, and Arabella Hartley Thomas is fucking stunning. Or maybe that’s my post-orgasmic haze talking. I’m not sure yet.

But yeah. She’s gorgeous.

“Yes.” She nods, serious. “Do you jerk off a lot?”

“Do you ever finger yourself in the shower?” I throw back at her.

“I prefer fingering myself in bed, if you must know.” She lies back down, her head on my shoulder, her breath wafting across my skin making my dick stir. Though that might be happening because she just admitted to fingering herself. “And I can’t remember the last time I did it.”

“Really?”

A sigh escapes her. “Fine. I fingered myself last night after you left my bed. Happy now?”

“Arabella.” I touch her face, slipping my fingers under her chin so she’ll lift her head and meet my gaze. “I have never known someone like you. Ever.”

She’s smiling, looking so damn pleased with herself I realize I’ll never forget this moment. This night. “I’ve been told before that I’m a unique individual.”

“It’s true.” I lean in and kiss her. “If you need to hear praise, that was the best blowjob I’ve ever had in my life.”

Bells tips her head to the side, kissing me, her tongue swiping at mine before she pulls away. “I went on total instinct. Truly, I had no idea what I was doing.”

Is it wrong that I’m relieved she’s not some blowjob pro? Because I am. “Your instincts were spot on.”

“I also paid attention to you, Row. You have tells.” Her hand wanders, brushing against my chest, my stomach, until she curls her fingers around my semi-hard dick. “Like what you did just now.”

“What did I do?” Oh Jesus, she’s stroking me. Bringing me back to life. I’m hard again. Already aching.

“You suck in a little breath when something feels good.” She nips at my lower lip with her sharp teeth, making it sting at the same time she gives my cock a firm squeeze. “Maybe I should jerk you off this time and you can tell me how you like it.”

“Only if you let me finger you while you tell me how you like it,” I offer.

She grins.

“Deal.”