“What are you smiling at,” he smirks when he feels how wet I am, “this goddamn mess you’re making?” That thick drawl of his could lay me out on its own.
My breaths get heavier, giving way to a moan as he runs his fingers back and forth over my slick skin. I feel drunk, every word hitting me like a double shot as I roll my hips against his hand. I’m losing my damn mind with each passing second, feeling my own cum drip down my thigh as he starts circling my clit.
“Faster…” I whimper as I writhe against him.
I can barely see straight. My nails dig into Bowen’s arm clamped so tight around my torso that I can barely breathe. But the tighter he holds me, the more he becomes the drug I want at all costs. That feeling—the one I’ve been trying to suppress—starts clawing its way out; I want to fight against him, but I hope he never lets me go.
“You like that, baby girl?” he murmurs in my ear as the orgasm starts to build.
I draw in a shaky breath and my body tenses, but then, without warning, he stills his hand and lets it fall away from me. My eyes fly open and I see him smiling back at my bewildered reflection, running his tongue along the back of his teeth with amusement.
After a few moments, he leans down, his lips brushing my ear, “Then ask for it nicely,” he whispers.
I should be outraged, but at that moment, Bowen could’ve asked me to go drain the lake by hand and I’d have run off to find a bucket. Instead, I slide my leg off the dresser and slowly turn around. I give him a gentle push in the chest and step around him, my bare feet moving silently across the thin carpet. I crawl onto the bed and turn around, kneeling at the edge, then motion for him to come closer with a curl of my finger.
As soon as Bowen gets close enough, I reach out and hook my fingers over the waist of his jeans, pulling him to me. Suppressing a smile, I start unbuckling his belt. I’m going to find out what he has tattooed where no one can see…
When I pop the button and the zipper on his jeans free, he reaches up with both hands and runs his fingers up my neck and into my hair. I hesitate, curling at the feel of his fingertips on my scalp as he combs his fingers over the base of my skull. Letting out a breath, my fingers hook over both his jeans and boxer briefs, tugging them down over his hips in one impatient motion.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Below Bowen’s navel is an impressively realistic tattoo of three snarling dog heads that fill the space between the V of his hips. The swirling black and grey ink framing them stretch across his lower abdomen and curl up over his hips. I recognize it immediately as Cerberus, the three-headed dog from Greek mythology who guards the underworld. Shadows of black and grey undulate across his pelvis, detailing each dog’s unique face and coalescing into one set of shoulders and front legs whose claws extend toward each of his thighs.
As if this isn’t enough, Bowen’s tattoo isn’t the only impressive thing drawing my attention to his lower body. My hand slides up his thigh to fist the base of his cock, hard and at attention. I begin stroking him up and down, still marveling at his tattoo. I don’t even care if he sees me gawking at him.
He rolls his head across his shoulders with a low groan, sending a heatwave through my stomach and making my entire groin ache. The things I’d do for him right now are profane. And I think he knows it.
“Bowen?” I slowly stroke his cock at my shoulder, rolling my head with the movement of his hands.
He glances down at me, “Yeah, baby?”
I run my tongue up the underside of his shaft, “Will you make me come now,” I close my mouth over his tip and slide his cock over my tongue to the back of my throat, his hand clenching my hair tighter the further I go. Slowly, I slide him back out and continue stroking him at my shoulder, “Please?”
Bowen tips my head back, continuing to knead my scalp and weave my hair in and out of his fingers, “Lay down and spread your legs for me.”
Finally...
With a sigh, I sink down onto the bed and let my knees fall open to show him the dripping mess he’s created. His mouth opens slightly and his chest heaves as he kneels down onto the mattress in front of me, lodging his knees against my thighs. Sitting back on his heels, he gazes down at me, scanning my entire body until his eyes find their way back to mine.
Then Bowen reaches down and starts to slowly stroke his cock from base to tip, “Touch yourself,” he commands.
“What—” A chill runs down my spine all the way to my tailbone, making my torso tighten with excitement.
“Show me how you want me to make you come,” he rakes his teeth over his bottom lip, “get me ready to fuck the hell out of that pretty little pussy.”
I could melt into the bed right now, a pile of useless limbs dumbstruck by his energy alone. I’ll do anything to satisfy that hungry look in his eyes.
Suddenly, Bowen drops down, planting one hand next to my shoulder and seizing me under the jaw with the other, “And don’t you dare make yourself come.”
I should probably be freaked out, but I’m not. Because he feels…familiar.
His eyes follow my hand as it travels down the inside of my thigh. He gently releases my head, straightening back up as I push one finger into my pussy, coating it before sliding it back up to my clit to rub circles over my glistening skin.
“Is this what you do,” I breathe, watching him fist his cock again, “find strange girls to run around the woods with and then sneak back to their rooms?”
“I do like the woods…” Bowen doesn’t take his eyes off my hand, “but I don’t need to sneak anywhere,” he glances up, flashing me a smile, “that’s why I took you home to show everyone my new fetish.”
The pulse in my core gets stronger the longer he watches me, pushing me closer to the edge. But I feel my muscles tense and stop right before the rush hits me, just like he wants. Bowen mouths expletives I can’t hear, his shoulder muscles pulsing as he slowly works his cock, my movements making him harder and harder.
“How often do you do that—” my skin is so wet I can barely feel the friction anymore, “find a new fetish?”
Bowen gives a shake of his head, “Almost never,” he murmurs as he strokes hard and slow, his breaths deep and steady.
Maybe he’s a liar, but it doesn’t matter right now. I can’t focus on anything else except the tension building. Finally, it’s too much and my hand stills again, letting the rush fade away in frustration.
Bowen caresses the inside of my thigh, “One more time, baby girl,” he whispers salaciously.
“Fuck, Bowen,” I whimper, dragging my arm across my face, “please...”
“You have good manners for such a dirty whore,” he smirks.
With a smile wicked as sin, he watches me bring myself to the edge again. My body contracts and my hips roll in waves as I let my hand fall to the side, letting the rush dissipate. The energy radiates down my legs as I toss my head from side to side, languishing in an excruciating, half-conscious state.
Bowen leans off the bed and grabs his jeans to dig something out of the pocket. He straightens back up and tears a condom wrapper open with his teeth, blowing the shred of plastic out of his mouth. Seconds later, the mattress sinks down and I finally feel his body against mine.
Combing his fingers up the back of my hair again, he tilts my head so he can taste every inch of my throat. I wrap one leg around his waist, pulling him closer, the weight of him sending my heart into palpitations. He feels so damn good, I want to feel every part of him, but I’ll never get close enough.
“I could watch you all night,” Bowen murmurs, his voice thick as honey, “but now that you’re done being my whore, you get to be my queen.” He raises up on his knees again with a curt nod, “Turn over.”
