Row bites her lip, excitement flashing in her eyes as I give her a quiet command. Who knew sweet little Rowyn—independent, sharp, the girl who’s always taken on the world alone—would crave a moment where she doesn’t have to lead? Where she can simply trust someone else to take care of her.
She lowers herself before me, her knees pressing into my discarded shirt. The sound of her breath quickening fills the silence.
“Look at me,” I direct, my voice low.
Her head lifts instantly, eyes wide, lips parted, waiting for whatever comes next. There’s a tremor in the air between us, something electric that seems to hum beneath our skin.
I take a slow step closer, close enough to feel the heat coming off her. Her gaze doesn’t waver—it’s steady, curious, full of want—and something in my chest tightens.
I pop the button on my pants, and her eyes remain on mine as the hiss of the zipper cuts through the quiet of the room. A little whimpering sound escapes her throat as I pull my dick out and run my hand along the hard length of it.
“You want to look? Want to see what you do to me?” I ask and I take a step closer, until my crown is inches from her face.
“Yes, please.”
Yes, please.
Those two words unravel me.
“This is what you do to me, Rowyn,” I murmur, every word dragged through the tension that’s been building between us for days. “All day, I couldn’t stop thinking about this. About you.”
She draws in a sharp breath, her throat working as she swallows, the sound small but devastatingly intimate. My control slips, just a fraction, as I brush my thumb along her jaw. Her skin is warm, impossibly soft, and her eyes flutter closed for a heartbeat.
“Rowyn,” I whisper. “Look at me.”
When her eyes open again, there’s no trace of hesitation—only trust and need. The air feels charged, thick with the promise of something neither of us can take back.
I lean in, close enough for her to feel the tremor in my voice. “You’re going to ruin me, you know that?”
Her lips curve into the smallest, most dangerous smile I’ve ever seen. “Maybe that’s fair,” she breathes, and I wait for her to continue but her words fall off. I dip my finger into the cum pearling on my crown. A deep growl rumbles in my throat as I lubricate my dick.
“You like it like that?” She blinks up and her sweet innocence is killing me. “When you can slide your hand around easily?”
Is she fucking with me?
“Yeah, but your mouth is going to make it better. Part your lips, baby, and just put your tongue out a tiny bit.” She does as I tell her and I swear to God, I thicken another inch. “Yeah, just like that.” I cup her face, brush my thumb over her cheek. “Such a fast learner. You always were at the top of the class.”
I step closer and she keeps her eyes on my cock as I tap it on her tongue. Pre-come drips from my slit. “Taste me,” I tell her.
She pulls her tongue back into her mouth, and her lips rub together as she moans around the taste. “Do you like that?” I ask. She nods. “Open your mouth again.”
Her lips part. “Put your hand on my cock like this.” I take her hand and she wraps her fingers around me like I showed her. “Move them like this.” I throw my head back and growl as I guide her hand up and down the long length of me, my cock tapping on her tongue as we stroke together.
“Give me your other hand,” I murmur. Her small fingers fit perfectly against mine, and just the brush of her skin against my cock sends a jolt of heat through me. I clamp my jaw, forcing myself to slow down, to savor this moment before we lose ourselves completely. Tonight isn’t about rushing—it’s about every brush, every touch, every small spark between us.
Her hands are tentative at first, learning my rhythm, and I watch her carefully, reading the way her pulse hitches and her breath catches. My own hands rise to her face, cupping her cheeks, feeling the warmth of her skin. Our eyes meet, and I offer a small nod, a silent reassurance. She responds with a half-smile, half-shiver, and I feel the tension in the room coil tighter, ready to snap.
With her mouth still open, waiting for me, I slowly slide in. Her sweet warmth wraps around me, and I move my hand to her hair, gripping it with my fingers. She takes me deep, deeper than I would have thought but I’m careful not to choke her.
“In and out baby.”
She leans in closer, trusting me, letting me guide her. The intimacy of her presence—so soft, so tentative yet willing—makes my chest tighten. Every glance, every subtle movement, every breath she takes seems amplified, and I’m acutely aware of the electricity crawling along my skin.
“I don’t know why you don’t think you’re good at this. Feel my cock, babe. Feel how hard it is in your hand, how thick it is in your mouth.” She moans around me and the vibrations rattle through my body. “It’s so fucking good, Row.”
My words must fill her with encouragement, as she relaxes a bit more and starts using her tongue on me. Both hands go to my thighs as she works me with the soft blade of her tongue only.
I watch her, pulling her hair back as she rocks back and forth on her knees, and when she runs the blade of her tongue along my seam, drinking in my pre-come, I let out a groan loud enough to shake the foundation of my house—of my no-relationship convictions.