Fated to Break | ✓

t w e n t y ~ f o u r

**Mature Content Warning**
(18+ Super Super Spicy)
...I mean it this time...don't read if you're a minor or I block you.
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Olivia

I let out an embarrassing noise when Rowan's fingers trace me through the thin lace of my panties. He's wearing braided leather bracelets, the perfect accessory for thick and veiny hands. It's been turning me on since I noticed them at the beginning of the night. It suits him in a edgy way I didn't expect.

"You're really sensitive," he admires, the grain of his voice when he's turned on has been affecting me since before I kissed him.

I push against his fingers with a lift of my hips, "You're still being a tease."

His smirk makes me shiver once more, his fingers moving to the side of the black fabric covering me. He pulls it over my sex, revealing me, the cold air hitting my wetness. I should've had him turn the light off. The streetlights outside are enough. I'm at my most vulnerable, my most bare. I've never been that self conscious of my breasts, never blushed at doctors appointments or being topless around my girl friends, but my vagina is a whole different thing. My face is flaming and my heart feels like it's being twisted but I can't take my eyes away from his face, wanting to see how he reacts to seeing me.

His nostrils flare and his jaw clenches, then his thumbs spread me, a lewd noise meeting my ears.

My heartbeat falters, "Don't—that's not—"

"You're so wet," Rowan's tone is awed, the grain and rasp brushing against me, sending more shivers through me. "Such a pretty color."

I watch his eyes study me, "Rowan, w-what did I say about talking like that?"

His eyes lift to mine, the intensity and dark promises making me still. They slide back down and his thumb presses to my clit, my back arching slightly. "I can see your pussy, the way it reacts every time I say something vulgar" he whispers. He circles his thumb and a small moan slips past my lips. "I know you want me to stop commenting about all the erotic and dirty parts of your body but I won't."

"W-Why not?" I ask, not knowing how to deal with a dirty talking Rowan Vitali. The gap between his careful quiet self and the confident horny version of him is way too much to handle.

"Because it turns you on and watching you shake with pleasure turns me on."

"But it's embarra—"

I moan out when his finger slips inside me suddenly, grazing the spot I love. He pumps it into me again, his thumb rubbing slow circles on my clit to match his fingers pace. The building pleasure pulls soft pants from my lungs as I watch Rowan lick his lips, the sight of the wet plump bottom lip of his makes me want to pull it between my teeth.

I can't see his eyes, his head turned down at an angle so his pitch black curls fell to cover half his face. But since his amber grays aren't holding mine I know where his line of sight is pointing and it makes my heart beat in my throat. "Don't just stare," I beg, knowing his eyes are watching his fingers stimulate me.

His head lifts, eyes flick to mine, "You're dripping from my fingers. I can't help it." His gaze lingers on my mouth for a moment until looking back between my legs. He finds my g-spot quickly, adding another finger to curl into it. My head falls back and my back arches as I breathe harder, moaning louder. I slap a hand over my mouth and I feel the bed shift below me. His fingers leave me and I glance back at Rowan to see him grabbing two pillows, a hand on my hip before asking, "Lift your hips for me?"