Misplaced Mail - Part 3
Aelin Galathynius x Rowan Whitethorn
Aelin and Rowan continue their excitement from the night before, go on their date, and enjoy the package Aelin bought that brought them together in the first place.
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Warnings: Language, Very NSFW
4181 words
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Aelin woke up feeling comfortable and warm. Blinking her eyes open, the first thing she saw was the relaxed, sleeping face of Rowan Whitethorn.
The events of the previous night came flashing back. The package mix-up. The vibrator. Rowan. Rowan.
Aelin couldn’t help the giddy laugh that escaped her lips. She liked this—waking up in Rowan’s arms. Especially knowing that it was more than just sex. Not she would complain about just sex with the gorgeous man next to her, because, gods, was it damn good sex. But it was more.
They were going on a date today. And hopefully that meant she’d be able to wake up like this regularly.
“I can feel you staring.” He mumbled; his accent more pronounced in his sleepy state. But he tightened his hold on her and pulled her closer to him.
“I wasn’t staring,” she lied, and he cracked an eye open and raised a brow.
His nose nuzzled in her hair. “It’s okay. I know I’m hard to resist.”
Aelin snorted, carding her fingers through his hair and playing with the strands at the base of his neck. “You’re right. I was wondering how your neck held up your overinflated head.”
His chuckle was low and throaty. She hummed into his skin and pulled his face back from her neck. When he raised a brow at her she simply leaned forward and kissed him.
Aelin could feel the curve of his lips as he smiled into it, her own surely doing the same. It was slow—lazy—as they took their time and savored the quiet morning.
Their languid kisses and explorative touches eventually turned more heated and purposeful. Rowan hitched one of her legs over his hip and she could feel the hard press of him between her thighs as she moved her body against his.
He rolled, pushing her down on her back as he hovered over her and settled into the cradle of her hips. She ran her fingers down his back, savoring the way the hard muscles moved as he continued to kiss her.
He pulled away, and if Aelin hadn’t already been breathless, the dark heat in Rowan’s eyes would’ve taken the last of her breath away.
Rowan’s mouth trailed down her neck, her collar bones, down the valley of her breasts. He sucked a small bruise to the sensitive skin on the underside of one of her breasts that left her whimpering before capturing her peaked nipple between his lips.
Her hands clutched at his back and dove into his hair as he gave her other breast the same treatment.
When she was panting and grinding her hips on him, he finally continued his trail down her stomach, then lower. He’s shuffled to the edge of the bed, climbing down so he could kneel on the floor.
“I didn’t get to do this yesterday,” he explained, gripping her ankles and pulling her towards him with a gasp. “That brief taste of you I got nearly drove me insane.” He spread her legs as she moaned at the memory of him sucking on the fingers he had had inside of her.
The sight of Rowan kneeling between her legs as his hands coasted up her thighs, pulling them apart to give him an unrestricted view of her throbbing core, sent another rush of arousal surging through her.
His eyes didn’t stray from her wet, needy center as he leaned forward, getting so close she could feel his breath against her heat. When she whined at the sensation, Rowan’s eyes flicked up and locked on hers. He held her gaze as his hands firmly gripped her legs and his tongue came out to lick at her clit.
“Oh,” She gasped, her hips instinctively jerking, but Rowan held her down. It was like that first taste unleashed him and then his mouth was attached to her soaking core. His tongue licked tight circles then flat, broad strokes, alternating so she felt something new at every minuscule shift.
When he took her clit between his lips and sucked, her hand flew to his hair and gripped the silver strands hard. “Yes, yes, yes. Right there, fuck, right there.”
Rowan took one of her legs and tossed it over his shoulder. His eyes lifted to hers and he had the audacity to wink before one of his fingers was pressing into her. Aelin tossed her head back, her spine arching off the bed as he added a second finger while continuing his perfect ministrations on her clit.
His fingers picked up speed as they thrust into her and her gasps were accented by high-pitched whines. “You taste so fucking good, baby.”
The hand in his hair tightened so hard she was sure it was painful, but she couldn’t care as Rowan groaned against her and the vibrations of his mouth sent her tumbling over the edge.
Her back bowed, her free hand gripping her sheets as he slowed his movements, dragging her through every last dreg of pleasure she could muster.
Her chest heaving, Aelin pushed herself up and pulled Rowan down on top of her. She could taste herself on his lips and she hungrily wrapped both arms around his neck. She gasped as his hard length brushed against her sensitive clit.
Moving one arm, she reached down towards him, having every intention of flipping their positions around so she could show him the same pleasure he’d made her feel.
But then, almost in unison, their stomachs grumbled. Loudly.
Breaking apart, she and Rowan looked at each other wide-eyed for a moment before they burst out laughing. He rolled over to lie next to her, another surge of laughter bursting out as they caught the other’s eye.
Rowan propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at Aelin sprawled on the bed. “What do you say we go for that coffee now? And turn it into a breakfast?”
She lifted a brow and looked pointedly down at his straining hard-on. “You sure about that?”
He opened his mouth and Aelin half wanted him to say no and that they could stay in bed. But his stomach rumbled again, and she was reminded of the incessant hunger in her, too.
He sighed, looking down at himself but nodded.
Aelin beamed up at him and shifted so she could lean up and capture his lips in a sift kiss. Much tamer than the one they’d shared a minute ago.
“Then I’d say that’s a fantastic idea.” She sat up and stretched her arms overhead.
Rowan had to blink a few times, dragging his eyes away from the way her stretch lifted her breasts. Clearing his throat once he caught her amused quirked brow, he stood. “I’m going to hop in a quick shower, but let’s say fifteen minutes?”
Aelin nodded, humming in agreement as he picked up his clothes from yesterday, slipped his pants on, and walked out of her room. She threw on a robe and followed him out. When they got to her door, he opened it but paused on the threshold.
He looked unsure of himself so Aelin leaned forward and kissed him, immediately opening for him as one of his hands wove into her hair. They broke apart a few sounds later, eyes alight.
“Fifteen minutes,” she confirmed, stepping into her living room.
Rowan grinned, nodded, and walked back towards his door. She waited until he’d opened it and smiled as he glanced back at her. With one last flirtatious wave, she turned around and took the fastest shower of her life.
Exactly fifteen minutes later, Rowan knocked on her door and offered her fresh flowers—where he got them or how he had the time to do so, she had no idea.
***
The door of Aelin’s apartment swung open and hit the wall behind it with a thud. She and Rowan stumbled through, their hands moving over every inch of the other’s body they could touch.
She gasped in a breath, breaking their heated kiss so she could close and lock the door. Not one for missing an opportunity, Rowan’s mouth moved down her neck, sucking marks onto her skin as his hands found her ass and squeezed.
They somehow got from the front of her apartment to her bedroom without crashing into anything.
Their breakfast date had been great. The coffee and food were delicious, but both of them wanted to get to the desert that had been promised for afterward.
With a feral grin, Aelin put both hands on his chest and pushed him backwards onto the bed so she was standing over him. Her body lit up as Rowan’s hungry gaze swept up and down.
He sat up on the edge and Aelin leaned forward to leave a lingering kiss on the underside of his jaw as her hands trailed down his chest while his gripped her hips. He tried to pull her forwards to straddle him, but she broke away with a smirk. Not looking away, she sank to her knees in front of him, one of his long legs on either side of her body.
Her hands continued their descent down his torso until she reached his belt. Rowan’s eyes were dark and he groaned as she brushed against him through his pants.
“You were so good to me this morning,” she said, sinking lower and glancing up at him through her lashes as she pulled his belt free and unbuttoned his pants. “I want to return the favor.”
One of his hands carefully pulled her hair away from her face, holding it behind her head. “You can get on your knees for me any fucking time you want.” He told her adamantly, his other rubbed at his jaw as he watched her reach into his underwear and pull out his cock.
Aelin’s smirk turned feline to match her purr, “Likewise.”
Her mouth watered at the sight of his arousal, not having had the chance to see it this up-close before. Flicking her eyes back to his, she spit into her palm and wrapped her hand around him.
At the first contact, he groaned again and the hand in her hair flexed. She smirked as she slowly pumped up and down, watching the little changes in his expression as she tested different pressures.
When she got him to tighten his fingers again, Aelin leaned forward and licked a trail from his base to his tip.
“Gods. Fuck, Aelin.” She met his eyes, enjoying the way his breathing was ragged, and licked that same path again but then swirled her tongue around the sensitive tip, tasting the bitter precum leaking from him. “Shit.” He hissed, jerking his hips forward.
Aelin wrapped her lips around him and sucked. She hollowed out her cheeks and kept one hand on his base to work the length of him she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Reaching back with her other hand, she urged his fingers into a stronger grip on her hair. He responded immediately with a sharp tug on her strands, and she moaned around his shaft.
His other hand moved to her jaw and his thumb lightly caressed her cheek in surprisingly tender movements considering she had his dick down her throat.
Pushing her head forward, she took as much of him as she could until she gagged, swallowing around him.
“Aelin.” He dragged her name out in a low moan. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
She didn’t stop bobbing her head up and down, only moved her free hand to his balls as she locked eyes with him through lowered lashes.
“I—Fuuuuuck” His fingers tightened in her hair again as his release filled her mouth and down her throat. Aelin’s hands came to rest on his thighs to brace herself as she took everything he gave her.
Finally, his hand released her hair and gently pulled her off of him. She leaned back on her heels and wiped the side of her mouth, winking as her thumb caught a drop she hadn’t swallowed and sucked it clean.
“Gods, you’re perfect,” Rowan muttered, his eyes a bit foggy in a post-orgasm haze. “Come here.”
She stood, discarding her dress as she did. Rowan loosed another grunt when he realized she hadn’t had anything on under the dress the whole morning. He practically ripped off his own shirt and shoved his pants down.
When the last scrap of clothing was on the floor, Rowan hauled her up his body and she settled on his lap without hesitation, crushing her lips to his in a feverish kiss. He groaned, low in his throat, tasting himself on her tongue, and hissed at his oversensitivity as Aelin rolled her hips over his. She smirked against his mouth and did it again as he bit down on her lower lip, pulling a similarly low groan from her and an extra tug on his hair.
“Stop that,” he hissed, his eyes darkening as she pulled back.
Aelin’s grin turned feline as she trailed her fingers over his skin, tracing lines on his muscular arms. “You weren’t saying that a minute ago,” she hummed, repeating the movement and savoring Rowan’s choked moan.
He gripped her hips with a bruising intensity, forcing her to stop. “Is that how you want to play?” he practically growled, moving one of his hands towards her core and sliding one finger along her slit. “Fuck, baby, you’re soaked.”
Aelin pressed her lips together to hold in her moan as he slipped one, then two of his long fingers into her. He moved them slowly enough that pleasure built in her core, but not enough to send her over the edge. Her fingers wound their way into his hair, pulling on the strands as she kissed him, her tongue moving with his.
When his thumb started to slowly circle her clit, Aelin ground her hips down on his hand, hoping to create more friction than what he was giving her.
“Not so fast,” he teased, sounding far too satisfied with himself.
Then he twisted and dropped Aelin on the bed beside him before getting up and walking out of the room, leaving her to gape at his retreating backside.
“Rowan?” she called out towards her open door incredulously. “I swear to gods, Whitethorn, come back and finish what you started!” She flopped back onto the soft blanket and huffed.
His low chuckle made her lean up on her elbows as he walked back towards her, one hand behind his back.
“So impatient.” He tutted, stalking towards her as his eyes roamed over every inch of exposed skin. She was no better. Aelin licked her lips as she looked her fill upon Rowan’s impressive physique, her eyes zeroing in on the appendage growing stiff between his legs.
But the look in his eyes, dark with desire, made her slowly inch back on the bed. His smirk widened. When he reached the end of the bed, he showed her what he’d been hiding behind his back. “Don’t think I forgot about this.”
Aelin’s brows shot up as she looked at the vibrator in Rowan’s hand. The one he’d accidentally opened, and she’d subsequently thrown across her apartment.
Glancing back up at him, she cocked her head to the side. “I thought the point of you was so I wouldn’t need that?”
His smirk only widened as he rounded the bed and cupped her jaw in his hand. “Maybe. But you wouldn’t want it to go to waste, would you?”
His thumb brushed over the lip she hadn’t realized she’d been biting, pulling it free of her teeth. She sucked it into her mouth. Aelin could feel another surge of heat and wetness pool at her core at the thought of what Rowan could do to her with that toy. She lowered her lashes and said back, “Definitely not. I want my money’s worth.”
His expression turned downright feral as his hand gripped the nape of her neck and kissed her ferociously. She wanted to pull him down on top of her but before she could, Rowan’s mouth left hers and he propped himself up against the headboard. At her questioning glance, he reached forward and hauled her in front of him so that her back was flush with his chest.
She pressed into him as one of his hands slid from her knee towards her upper thigh. His other hand snaked across her chest ghosting over the soft swells of her breasts, his thumb slowly rubbing over her sensitive peaks. The hand on her leg dipped towards her center, and she stifled a gasp as one of his fingers lightly brushed along her damp slit before dragging back down her leg.
Aelin reached an arm behind her to hook around his neck, her fingers gripping his hair as the hand on her chest vanished and both of his large palms moved from her knees up to her inner thighs and back down. Rowan gripped the underside of both of her knees, and in one swift motion, lifted her legs and hooked them on the outside of his.
With her ankles secured behind his calves, she couldn’t—wouldn’t—stop him as he spread his legs further, forcing hers to open wide.
Rowan reached one arm towards the vibrator he’d dropped on the bed.
“You sucked my cock so beautifully—I need a few minutes to recharge so that I can fuck you properly. ” Shivers coursed down her spine at the low, gravelly sound of Rowan’s voice. Then he taunted, “You tried to tease me into oversensitivity?” his lips brushed her ear. “Let’s see how you like it.”
Aelin hissed in a sharp breath even as she felt another rush of arousal dampen her already-dripping core.
He swiped his finger down her center and dragged it up her stomach, leaving a glistening trail of her wetness. He huffed a laugh, and she felt his chest rumble behind her. “So responsive.”
The arm at her waist snaked up to turn her head to the side so he could hungrily kiss her. She moaned when she heard the buzz of the vibrator turning on. Breaking away, Aelin was pleased to see that he was panting as hard as she was.
“Do your worst,” she breathed, her voice full of challenge.
“Fuck,” he breathed, kissing her once more before she felt the soft vibrations hit her clit.
Aelin’s hips jerked at the first touch. The setting was low she could tell, but she was so worked up already that she knew it wouldn’t take much more to send her over the edge.
“That’s it, baby,” Rowan murmured, tightening the arm holding her to his chest. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Her breathing was heavier, and she whined as he turned the vibrations up. “Rowan, fuck,”
Rowan twisted and rubbed at her nipples to coax a myriad of gasps and whimpers out of her as he kept the toy firmly atop her clit.
“How many times do you think I can get you to come like this?” He asked, nipping at the sensitive skin behind her ear. “I’m aiming for three, if you can handle that then I’ll give you a break.”
“Yes! Please.” She groaned, already feeling her orgasm growing.
He kissed her temple. “You sound so pretty when you beg.”
“Fuck,” she hissed, “Oh, gods. Fuck me, Rowan.”
He moved his legs outwards another inch, opening her up wider, and turned the setting up a notch. “Later.”
Aelin’s orgasm peaked, and she shook as waves of pleasure crested through her. Rowan’s grip tightened on her and she could feel the hard press of his cock beneath her.
When her breathing calmed down, she turned her head to kiss him. Neither broke the kiss as Rowan trailed the device down from her clit and coated it in her arousal. She moaned into his mouth as he slowly pushed the still-buzzing tip into her.
“Oh, my gods,” she groaned, dropping her head so he could kiss down her neck. Her chuckle was breathy as she said, “thank fuck for faulty deliveries.”
Rowan’s head jerked up with a satisfied grin. Their gazes met, and beneath the layers of desire, she could see amusement twinkling in his pine-green eyes. “I’ll thank the FedEx guy next time I see him.” He teased, his voice still heavy with lust. Then her laugh cut off into a high-pitched moan as he moved the vibrator back to her clit.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” She cried, squeezing her eyes shut as her nails dug into the skin on his arm as he pinched one nipple between his fingers.
“Wasn’t planning to,” he groaned. Rowan kept the device steady as the tension in her built and built. When he stretched one finger from the hand holding the vibe down towards her hole and pushed in, she shattered.
“Rowan!” Aelin moaned loudly, one of her arms moving back towards his hair. The hand at her breast moved to her waist and rubbed calming circles on her skin.
When the waves of her second orgasm finally slowed, she expected Rowan to do something else, maybe give her his cock, but he kept the vibrator pushed against her too-sensitive clit.
And then he turned it up.
Aelin couldn’t close her legs as they shook violently. Her fingers tightened in Rowan’s hair and her other hand clutched at the arm banded around her midsection, holding on for dear life as he kept the vibrations pulsing against her throbbing clit.
His thumb from the hand around her body resumed rubbing soothing circles on the soft flesh under her breast, but it did nothing to lessen the almost burning sensation at her core.
She couldn’t form any coherent words, and she’d stopped listening to whatever Rowan was murmuring in her ear. It was too much. But all she wanted was more, just a little more.
Rowan started to move the vibrator in small, tight circles over her bud, making her cry out at the change in sensation. She felt his lips leave a trail of hot kisses down her neck, behind her ear, until she could feel his breath fanning over the shell. Rowan nipped at her earlobe and she cried out again, the sharp jerk of her hips causing the device to lose its place and she almost sobbed at its loss before Rowan fixed it.
Her breathing came in heavy ragged intakes, and the knot of pleasure tightened and tightened. Her hips jerked again but this time, Rowan kept the vibe on her clit as she moved. Her hips sped up, chasing that peak she knew would be pure ecstasy.
“Just like that,” His low voice rasped in her ear as he turned the speed up to its highest setting. “Take what you need, baby.”
The sound that escaped her was broken and desperate.
“Now cum.” He demanded.
And gods, she did.
She screamed as her orgasm finally hit her. Her head flew back onto Rowan’s shoulders and her hips would’ve arched off his body if he hadn’t dropped his arm to hold her firmly against him. The tension broke, setting every nerve in her body alight.
Rowan alternated between pressing soft kisses to her skin and muttering quiet praises in her ear as he slowly lowered the vibrations, coaxing her through her high. Her legs shook and her hips jerked as aftershocks rocketed through her
At some point, he’d set the vibrator down and gently unhooked her legs from his. Some foggy part of her brain knew she’d be sore later, but she couldn’t bring herself to care as her panting slowly evened out. Her eyes had shut, and she blinked them open when Rowan twisted her so she was leaning sideways into his chest with her legs over one of his and his arms wrapped around her.
She felt boneless.
“How are you feeling?” He asked softly as she nuzzled her face into his neck, breathing him in.
She smiled against his skin and he tightened his hold on her. “I feel like you gave me four fucking amazing orgasms today and wrung me out.”
He chuckled, jostling her, and she huffed a laugh.
Rowan shuffled down the bed so they were laying down. Then he reached for the discarded blanket and pulled it over them.
“Sleep.” He told her gently when she dazedly dragged her hand down his stomach towards his cock. “When you wake up, I’ll fuck you like I promised.”
Aelin hummed contentedly. She nuzzled into his chest, her words slightly muffled as she murmured. “You could always fuck me awake. But give me at least an hour to rest.”
Rowan leaned down to press a kiss to her temple, brushing aside some damp strands of hair. She could feel him grinning against her skin, so she snuggled further into him as he tightened his arms around her.
“Sleep.” He insisted again.
Aelin did. Thoroughly spent and happy that she could look forward to this, and to Rowan, every day.
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