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“You good?” Rowan’s palm slaps my spine, coaxing me to straighten up. He grabs my shoulders from behind and kneads his fingers and thumbs into my flesh, hard enough to make me moan and my dick to throb. “You’re so fucking wet,” he murmurs behind myear.

I breathe another chuckle, letting my eyes slip shut. I know he’s referring to my shirtless, sweat-drenched torso, but I think I finally get why Lese loved it when I told her how wet she was. Rowan could murmur just about anything in my ear, though, and I’d swoon.

Hands on my shoulders, Rowan turns me around, then his palm is flat against the middle of my chest. “You feel that?” he asks. “That’s what it feels like when your heart is working for you and not against you.”

My tongue swipes at my lips, tasting my sweat when I want to taste Rowan’s.

When my heart quits beating a mile a minute, I grab Rowan’s wrist and pull him off the path and under the shadow of our marker tree. I hook my fingers in the waistband of his shorts and tug his hips against mine. The pressure of his crotch against my growing bulge makes us both moan.

“You feel that?” I huff.

With a devilish smirk, Rowan says, “How can I not, big boy?” His palms skate across my body, fingertips grazing my nipples.

My clothed cock twitches against his as I hold his hips in place. “It’s for you.”

“Yeah?” He leans in and drags his tongue up the side of my neck, ending behind my earlobe. “Don’t give me something unless you want me to keep it.”

“Fuck,” I moan low, rubbing my cheek against his as I grind myself against him. “Want you so bad, Row.”

He glances left then right, checking our surroundings before putting his mouth on mine. Lips soft but not loose, he kisses me with more passion than I’ve ever experienced with a girl’s mouth. Between Freshman year of high school and now, I’ve made out with four girls, including Lese, and while therewas always an initial excitement over the novelty of behaving slightly naughty, I never really enjoyed kissing until Rowan kissed me like he meant it. Powerful and vulnerable all at once, with that subtle tickle of his stubble that never lets me forget it’s a man I’m kissing. Doesn’t get naughtier than that, and now that the shame has worn off, it’s all excitement filling me up.

The way his tongue plays with mine weakens my knees more than that run could. It makes me wonder how many men he’s kissed. How many women? Did he kiss Lese before she attempted to suck him off? I hope he didn’t.

“We need to cool you down,” Rowan says against my mouth.

“Cool me down in your car.”

He chuckles from his chest.

“Or we could go to your place.” There’s a small niggle in my gut at this being the first time I’ve suggested getting an actual room with a bed in it. It would open up a lot of possibilities—possibilities I’m not sure I’m ready for, but maybe if we were lying down and comfy between four walls, I’d feel more open to them.

But he gets a look on his face like that’s the worst idea ever. “Nah.”

Trying not to take it personally, I ask, “You have roommates?”

“Sorta,” he says. “What about your place?”

“I share a bedroom with a six-year-old.”

Rowan laughs so suddenly the back of his head taps the tree trunk. “Jesus, baby boy. No wonder you’re so pent up. Can’t even jerk off in your own bed.”

My face gets hotter. “I usually do it in the bathroom while the shower warms up.”

Shaking his head, Rowan pats my chest and tells me to “C’mon.”

I’m limping a little on our way to the parking lot, but all in all, my body feels better than it has in a long time. Like I’m capable of just about anything. I feel lighter, more agile, and happier, because when I’m training, I’m not thinking about anything besides my body and what I can do with it. When I’m alone in the Legacy with Rowan, it’s the same, except I’m also thinking about his body and what I can do with it.

So far, all I’ve done is jerk him off. If he asks me to go down on him, I probably will, but I’m still too chicken to go for it on my own. Me and oral never really melded right, but that was when I was going down on girls. I just don’t want to make a fool out of myself, especially when Rowan is so good at giving head.

I shove my shorts and underwear down to my ankles, then I push the passenger seat a few notches back while Rowan pumps his fist around my shaft.

He picks a knee up onto his seat with an elbow on the center console, and he takes me into his mouth like he’s been craving me all day. He’s shirtless, and I run my palm along his spine, from the nape of his neck to the top of his ass where his waistband rides low. My other hand finger combs his sweaty scalp below bristly hair he keeps buzzed short.

He takes me deep enough to gag. Deep enough that I swear I can feel the back of his throat. He bobs and sucks, and he swishes his soft tongue under the ridge of my cockhead in a way that makes my thighs vibrate.

“So good.” I try to relax into the pleasure while Rowan does everything to tighten my abs and curl my toes. “Getting close.”

He eases off, like he wants to make me last. He holds my cock in a loose grip and lowers his mouth to my balls. The softlicks and kisses he leaves there make me shiver. He flattens his tongue and drags it from my scrotum to the tip of my cock, then laps at my pre-cum.