Page 28 of Too Good to Be True

Seth

A s I close the door to my apartment, I immediately feel the tension in the air, the anticipation, the built-up desire just waiting to be released.

I walk down the hallway, my legs trembling, anxiety closing my throat; I look into the living room and the sight of Rowan sitting in the middle of the bed almost makes me scream with joy.

He really was waiting for me.

I can’t believe it.

Finishing my shift at the club was a long and exhausting torture. I was hard for the rest of the evening. Which led to me getting more tips than usual, I have to admit.

His words stayed with me, his kisses, his eyes. The electricity of his touch.

I couldn’t think of anything else but him.

I reach the sofa bed and Rowan slowly stands.

I’m aware of his breaths and his beats as if they were my own, and I’m aware of the urge that screams inside him as if it were coming straight from my throat.

And I know that even though this is a risk we shouldn’t be taking, he wants it at least as much as I do.

“Tell me you still have the fucking glitter on you.” His deep voice makes me shudder.

“I didn’t have time to take it off.”

Rowan comes towards me. “Oh no?”

“I-I was in a hurry.”

Another step. His hot body presses against mine. The sexual energy he radiates is so strong and overwhelming, I almost lose my balance.

“In a hurry, huh?”

“I didn’t want to risk you falling asleep.”

He barely laughs.

“Or that you would change your mind.”

He looks at me. His eyes cut through the darkness, swallowing my words, my breath and me whole.

“Come here.” His raspy voice pleads.

“Rowan…” I hold my breath. “The trial…” I try, afraid to take a rash step and ruin everything we’ve achieved for the kids.

His hand slips behind my neck, his seductive fingers running through my hair and I tremble with excited anticipation.

“This… this has nothing to do with the trial.”

“And what are we… what are you…”

“This has everything to do with you and… With me getting hard when you move your ass in front of me.”

Oh shit.

Rowan’s turned on and rough is a big deal, just like the one I feel pressing against my erection.

“A-are you serious?”

“I don’t know how that’s possible, believe me, but it is.”

I push him away, immediately regaining all my senses. “What do you mean?”

“What…”

“Am I, by any chance, just an experiment? Or an adventure that you don’t share with your friends?”

“What are you saying?”

“You find it hard to believe that you could be attracted to a guy like me?”

“No, that wasn’t what I meant…”

I move away from him immediately and head for the kitchen. Rowan follows me. “Seth, please…” He tries to grab my arms, but I push him away.

“What I wanted to say,” Rowan takes my arms again, his grip gentle, not tight or demanding; it’s as if his fingers, sliding slowly over my skin, are just asking me to listen.

“I just don’t know how I can be so involved.

You are my client. I have always maintained a strictly professional relationship with my clients, but with you… With you, I have lost from day one.”

“What are you trying to tell me?”

Rowan smiles before moving closer and brushing his perfect, sensual lips against my mouth.

“That I couldn’t take my eyes off you from the moment you set foot in my office.”

“Oh yeah?” I ask na?vely.

“And when I first saw you at the club… I thought I was losing my mind.”

“What…”

“You don’t know, do you?”

“What are you talking about?”

“About how you are sexy, seductive, and that I can't think of anything but you in my bed since the day you came into my life.” My face feels hot, just like the rest of my body.

“You are everything I didn’t expect. You are a surprise. One you don’t know you want until it turns your life upside down.”

I wipe away a tear with my finger. “If you say things like that, you can hardly expect me to turn to stone.”

“You are someone who gets emotional, I get it, and who feels many things and all of them completely. I respect that and…” He sighs, then smiles. “The truth is, I like you that way. And I want you to feel how much I want you right now.”

I want to tell him that he can do with me what he wants and to the extent he thinks he can, but I don’t want to ruin this moment with one of my stupid outings.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“I thought we could stop talking for a while. What do you say?”

I say that I am excited, that I feel intoxicated, and that I have no control over my emotions, especially over my body. I want it. Absurdly. I want it so badly that I’m afraid it’s too good to be true.

I wipe another tear under Rowan’s concerned eyes.

“What is it?”

I shake my head slowly.

“If you want us to step back…” He starts to walk away, but I grab him by the T-shirt and pull him towards me.

“I don’t want to spoil it.”

“I thought chaos was your way of life.”

“It is, but not when it comes to the children. They are the most important thing to me. They always come first. I don’t want this to hurt them in any way.”

Rowan gives me a beautiful smile of understanding before taking me in his strong arms. He kisses me again, softly, as if he wants to savour every emotion right on my lips.

“The children are my priority too, Seth.”

“Really?”

“I made a commitment and I will keep it. You have my word.”

“Thank you,” I say, still hesitant.

“What else is wrong?”

“Could we… Could we take it easy?”

I can’t believe that crap came out of my mouth.

Take it easy? As if I was capable of that!

“ Absolutely.”

“Are you sure?”

“We’ll do whatever you want.”

I sigh, now calmer.

That’s not true. I’m not calm at all, but I feel reassured by his words and his unexpected gentleness.

Oh God! Is he really one of those men who are ready to break bones with their strength, but only sweet in private and only for you?

“Now please come to bed,” Rowan whispers, his hoarse voice caressing my lips.

I nod, emotion holding my voice back. He takes my hand and leads me to the sofa bed. He grabs the sweatshirt I’m wearing and pulls it off my head. His eyes explore my body in the small light of the room.

I take courage and grab the edge of his T-shirt. My trembling fingers brush over his warm skin as I lift it up. I take a moment to admire him, my fingers tracing the line of his abs. Rowan watches me in silence, my breath filled with fear and desire.

His hands are on my shoulders, sliding off the braces of my uniform, then his fingers slip under the elastic of my tight shorts.

“I’d really like to take them off you, but only if it’s okay with you.”

“More than okay.”

Rowan lifts one corner of his mouth, his fingers pressing on the edging, the fabric sliding down my legs, my erection ready to greet him with irrepressible joy, his breath caught in his chest as his eyes move to my cock.

I nod slowly and take a deep breath, trying to prepare for what comes next. But when his hand wraps around my erection, I lose all hope of surviving this night, him and the way I desire him with all my being.

“Oh God.” I wish I hadn’t fallen like a boiled pear onto the sofa bed behind me, but the warmth of his hand around me feels like certain death with no chance of survival.

I can hardly imagine what the rest might be like, especially since my anxiety and excitement are going to prevent me from finding out.

Rowan smiles, thankfully.

‘Sorry, I’m… A mess, no doubt. But also so… horny. You’re really… so much, perhaps too much for me. I’m not sure I can control an inch of myself if you touch me again.”

“Do you want to feel how excited I am?”

Yes! God, please, yes!

I don’t think I can control anything, even if I’m the one touching him, but can I refuse?

I nod, lips parted to let out a single breath before the sight of his hard, shiny cock takes that away from me too.

His tracksuit bottoms fall to his feet, he kicks them off, then takes a step towards me, his hand moving slowly and seductively down his shaft.

I swallow nothingness mixed with nothingness and raise a hand to touch him. The feel of smooth skin, the heat, the hardness, his soft sigh as I move my fingers along his erection; my heart beats like a drum in every part of me.

I move to the sofa bed and sit on the edge, my hand moving, his eyes burning, my lips opening to him, his cock sliding slowly into my mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” Rowan mutters through his teeth.

“Oh, fuck… Fuck…” He growls again, his hands in my hair, my throat making room for him, my erection throbbing between my legs.

“Don’t… You have to… Fuck… Seth… Fuck…” I massage his erection with my hand, my lips caressing the tip, my eyes on him, on his expression pained and lustful.

“You don’t have to if…” I push his erection back into my mouth before he can finish the sentence.

His hands come to rest on my shoulders. “God, yes… Yes…” He moves his hips towards me, his cock sinking slowly and firmly into my mouth.

My hands on his marble ass, fingers squeezing and moving, his moans trapped in his throat only adding to my desire to feel him come inside me.

“Seth, please… God…”

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask, his erection in my hand, my lips half parted and wet, caressing him seductively.

Rowan pushes me by the shoulders and forces me to lie down, then climbs onto the mattress, his knees beside my head, his erection in his hand.

I lift my head and take him again, Rowan moving quickly, his eyes on me, on what I’m doing to him, the desire to feel him enjoy it coursing through my veins.

I squeeze his ass in my hands, eager to feel him come, but just when I think he’s about to let go, Rowan pulls away from me and moves to the side.

“I did something…” He leans over me and kisses me. His tongue slips into my mouth, just as his cock had moments before. I let myself be carried away by his kiss, that tastes of lust and urgency, helpless on the bed, his hands in mine, his warmth surrounding me.

“I want to taste you too.”

His words went through me like living fire, only to leave me bare and lifeless.

“If that’s okay with you?”

I nod, overwhelmed by the power of his desire and my own senses, all on alert.

Rowan moves across the bed, his hand wrapping around my erection, his thumb stroking me, his dark, lustful eyes on me.

“Ro… Ahh…” I throw my head back as I slide into him. One hand grabs the sheets, the other the pillow so I can smash it across my face before I wake the kids and the whole neighbourhood.

His mouth caresses, the tongue plays, the hand accompanies my cock into his mouth and out again; and the lips fly back and his tongue tortures me again.

He helps me lift one leg, then begins to massage my ass with his free hand.

His fingers moved to my most sensitive part, the barely applied pressure took my breath away, the tremors shook me.

And then again the devouring mouth, and the heat, the feeling of losing all five senses to develop a whole new one of my own, with which I can only feel his touch, his breath and his desire, before the excitement takes over everything else.

I’m about to tell him to stop before it’s too late, when my control goes for a ride into another dimension, leaving me to enjoy him and us until the last moment of madness is granted to me.