Muscle for Hire(61)

Rowan cried out, thrusting her hips upward.

Aslin suckled again, nipped her clit with his teeth, and then, as her hips bucked once more, penetrated her sex with his tongue.

As deep as he possibly could.

Rowan’s orgasm gushed over his tongue, his lips. He drank in her flow, even as his other senses feasted on her release—her raw moans, her musky perfume, her quivering thighs framing his head…

She came and he continued to make love to her with his tongue, addicted to her pleasure. Greedy for it.

And when the pulsing pressure of her inner walls began to fade, he laved his tongue over her clit again and dipped his finger inside until another orgasm claimed her.

And one more.

It wasn’t until his cock screamed at him for its own release that he pulled away from her body.

He straightened to his feet, on fire. In pain. Fuck, so much pain.

“Aslin?”

He sucked in breath after breath, refusing to open his eyes. If he looked at her now…

The rustling sound of material told him Rowan was moving. Reaching for him.

He jerked open his eyes. Took a step back.

“Aslin,” she whispered. “Let me—”

He shook his head. “If I let you touch me, love, my control is fucked. I promised I wouldn’t hurt you, but if you touch me…”

The rest of his statement hung on the air between them, as taunting as the flush in her cheeks, as tormenting as the scent of her release in his breath.

His cock throbbed, pushing against the zipper of his jeans, engorged.

“Then I won’t touch you.” Rowan shifted on the bed, facing him on her knees. “But let me watch. Please? Let me see how much you want to fuck me. Look at me as you fuck your own hand and imagine it’s my—”

Aslin tore open his fly before she could finish.

His cock sprang free, jutting upright, no longer imprisoned by his jeans. He wrapped his hand around its swollen length, grounding out a harsh breath as even that contact sent shards of concentrated pleasure into his core.

“Look at me,” Rowan murmured

He snapped his stare to her face, his hand choking his leaking dick.

“Imagine that’s my cunt engulfing your cock, not your hand.”

Her words pushed him over the edge. He punished his erection, pumping its length with savage force. Up and down, slamming the side of his clenched fist to the root of his shaft every time, staring at Rowan as he did so.

Unable to look away from her.

He ground his teeth, refusing the groan in his chest. Trapping it there as he fucked his hand and stared into Rowan’s eyes.

It was the most raw, truthful connection he’d ever made with a living soul.

I love her. I love her. I love her.

The feverish, heady thought roared through his head. His release erupted from him, detonating in the deepest part of his groin before radiating out to his balls, the base of his spine, his anus. It shot up his spine like a current of white-hot fire. It sank into the pit of his gut. He sucked in breath after breath through clenched teeth, watching Rowan witness his climax, wanting her to see exactly what she did to him.

His seed spurt from him. Arcs of white, ropey fluid that shot up into the air.

“Oh God,” Rowan moaned, “I can’t…”

Before Aslin could move, before he could register what she was doing, she moved off the bed and sank to her knees before him. Her hand covered his come-slicked one on his dick and she slid her lips over the bulbous head of his cock.

His seed flowed into her sucking mouth, over her tongue. She pressed her teeth at his flesh.

Searing pleasure consumed him. He threw back his head and finally allowed his suppressed roar to tear from his throat as his hand still pumped his spurting erection with Rowan’s hand covering his.

And then it was over.

Strength deserted him.

He crumpled to the floor, the sounds of his panted gasps joined by Rowan’s laughing joy as she stretched out between his legs on the floor, resting her cheek on his inner thigh, combing her fingers through the pubic hair on his scrotum.

“You weren’t meant to move, Hemsworth,” he rasped, his gaze jumping blankly around the ceiling as he fought for breath in his lungs.

At his groin, Rowan chuckled. “I may regret it later.” She stroked her fingers over the flat plane of flesh next to his hip. “But I don’t give a fuck right now.”

“Remind me to tan your backside when you’re better.”

She lifted her head and grinned at him down the length of his body. “You can do other things to my backside when I’m better if you like.”

Aslin’s gut tightened at the thought. He groaned, returning his gaze to the ceiling. “Rowan, I’ve already exerted all the control I possess. If you keep talking like that…” He let the promise remain unspoken.