Free Web NovelChapter 392: I’ll teach you how to ride [18+]
Rowan let out a broken gasp, his spine arching as a violent shudder rippled straight down his legs.
Then, Kaelen parted his lips and slid his mouth over the crown, swallowing him down with a slow, heavy suction.
The immediate, suffocating wetness and the intense, sliding heat of Kaelen’s throat hit Rowan like a physical blow. His head snapped back, his eyes rolling shut into a blinding, ecstatic daze as a low, completely undone moan broke from his lips.
Kaelen used his large hands to firmly clamp around the backs of Rowan’s thighs, keeping him in place as he began to establish a steady, deep rhythm.
He bobbed his head forward, taking more of the hard dick into the warmth of his mouth, using his tongue to stroke the underside while his lips tightly sealed around the shaft.
The wet, rhythmic sounds of his mouth working over his lover filled the quiet space between the velvet curtains, heavy and intoxicating.
"Kaelen... ah... stop, I’m going to..." Rowan choked out, his voice entirely fractured, his mind spiraling into complete chaos.
The embarrassment was still burning hot in his chest, but it was being rapidly obliterated by the sheer, unyielding pleasure of Kaelen’s mouth.
He reached down blindly, his fingers burying into Kaelen’s dark hair, not to push him away, but to desperately hold on as the friction dragged him closer and closer to the absolute brink.
But then Kaelen stopped moving. He didn’t want Rowan to cum yet. He had already passed on the feeling of the blowjob. Next time, he would go the whole way and watch Rowan tremble as he is forced to release his semen inside his lover’s mouth.
Kaelen slowly pulled back, releasing the hard, glistening dick from his mouth with a soft, wet sound.
He stayed on his knees for a beat, his chest heaving as he slowly licked his wet lips, his dark eyes locked onto his lover’s completely undone expression.
Rowan was panting heavily against the mahogany desk, his arms trembling as they supported his weight, his skin flushed a brilliant, burning crimson from the sheer velocity of the pleasure.
His vision was still swimming with dark spots, his mind entirely short-circuited by the foreign, intense sensation.
Kaelen rose to his feet, his towering frame instantly crowding back into Rowan’s parted thighs, blocking out the dim amber light.
A dangerous, incredibly heavy smirk returned to his lips as his large hands slid down to grip Rowan’s hips, lifting them slightly to align them perfectly with his own rigid intent.
"Shall we get on to the main course of the meal?" Kaelen whispered, his voice dropping into a low, guttural purr that vibrated directly against Rowan’s lips.
Rowan couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. He could only let out a breathless, desperate whimper, his fingers clawing back into Kaelen’s shoulders as he pulled him down, entirely ready to be consumed.
But Kaelen did not make things easier for him. Moving with a sudden motion, he unfastened and discarded his own trousers, the fabric hitting the rug with a dull thud.
Before Rowan could fully reorient his scrambled senses, Kaelen’s large hands locked onto his waist and dragged Rowan down from the edge of the desk with him.
Kaelen settled flat onto his back against the thick carpet, his dark hair splaying against the floor, and effortlessly pulled Rowan up onto his lap, straddling him over his hips.
"What... What?" Rowan stammered, his hands planting frantically against Kaelen’s solid chest as he tried to stabilize himself, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps.
This time, Kaelen said, a broad, incredibly wicked grin cutting across his sharp features, "I’m going to teach you how to ride."
Rowan’s eyes began to swirl in absolute spirals. The sheer embarrassment of the command made his throat go completely dry, his mind fracturing under the sudden shift in dynamic. "What? Ride... Ride what?"
"What else?" Kaelen lifted his upper body off the floor, his core tightening as he leaned forward, closing the distance until his lips were brushing against Rowan’s burning ear. He whispered with thick, lustful intent, "My cock."
The blunt, heavy words sent a frantic shiver straight down Rowan’s spine. Before he could even flush any deeper, Kaelen’s large hands guided his hips downward, aligning the slick, pulsing entrance of Rowan’s hole directly with the massive, rigid length waiting beneath him, leaving him with absolutely nowhere to run.
Rowan’s throat clicked as he swallowed hard, his fingers curling into the fabric of Kaelen’s shirt.
The solid length of Kaelen’s cock was pressing directly against his entrance, hot and demanding, a stark contrast to the cool air of the conservatory.
"Now, are you ready for your lessons?" Kaelen murmured, his hands gripping Rowan’s hips with an unyielding firmness that anchored them together.
Rowan couldn’t speak. He could only manage a slight, breathless nod, his eyes wide and dark with a mixture of intense anticipation and lingering shyness.
"Good," Kaelen whispered, his grin softening into something heavy and consuming. "Then sink down. Try to take all of it."
With a shaky breath, Rowan shifted his weight, slowly lowering his hips. The initial, stretching fullness made his breath hitch sharply, his eyes fluttering shut as his internal walls tightly clamped down around the thick, invading heat.
Thankfully, they did it the previous night and he had slept with Kaelen cock still inside him, so he was slightly prepped, but it did not make this any easier to do.
He paused half-way down, his body trembling from the sheer intensity of the sensation, his forehead dropping against Kaelen’s shoulder as a low, fractured whine escaped his lips.
Kaelen gritted his teeth, a guttural groan ripping from his throat as the tightness of Rowan’s insides squeezed him mercilessly. His fingers dug deeper into Rowan’s hips, holding him steady and fighting the urge to take over. "Don’t stop, Rowan. Drop the rest of the way. You can do it."
Driven by the unyielding command, praises, and the burning sensation in his own lower belly, Rowan pressed downward with a final, smooth tilt of his pelvis, bottoming out completely.
He let out a loud, undone moan against Kaelen’s skin, his chest heaving as he took the absolute entirety of his lover’s size, feeling completely filled.
Kaelen didn’t let him rest for long. He tilted his hips upward, nudging a highly sensitive depth within Rowan that made the former aide’s spine arch violently.
"Now," Kaelen panted, his dark eyes locking onto Rowan’s flushed face, guiding him with the steady pressure of his palms. "Lift yourself up... and slide back down. Establish the pace."
Rowan swallowed his embarrassment, his hands shifting to Kaelen’s broad shoulders for leverage as he tentatively began to move, lifting his hips, the sliding out sensation causing him to lose his mind for a second before sliding back down onto the rigid cock.
The soft, wet sounds of their coupling filled the dim space behind the velvet curtains, the rhythm slowly shifting from a hesitant crawl into a deep, desperate, and entirely intoxicating ride that left them both completely submerged in the heat of their own little sanctuary.
