Rival Morality BxB

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Oliver POV

By the next school day, everything was back to normal. Well, if you exclude Rowan's internal crisis when I asked if he wanted to bottom. He made the exact same face that my childhood dog made when he came back from the vet without his balls.

If anything, Rowan's been more domineering.

... and I've kinda been into it. Okay, I've been really into it. It's just whenever he uses that tone, I start to melt... and think naughty things.

"Oliver."

That voice again: low, sultry, scheming.

His firm hand wrapped around my neck and turned me to look at him.

Mrs. Montenegro had left the class to work quietly and was now entranced in her laptop.

"Oliver," he said again, more aggressively. His gaze pierced through my skin and bones.

"...yeah?" my voice cracked.

He smirked again. "You seem nervous. Are you nervous?"

I swallowed harder than I would've if I had a chip lodged sideways in my throat.

Oh god, I couldn't do this. I was going to spring one up right there and then and I absolutely refused to give him the satisfaction.

I stood abruptly and bolted out the door.

I didn't care anymore. I was going home and as far away from Rowan as possible.

But as I slouched into my room and released a sigh of relief, I saw the most beautifully horrendous thing that I could have seen in that moment.

Rowan. Fucking. Kane.

"What the hell!" I yelled. "Can you not leave me alone for two fucking seconds?"

My back slammed hard into the door, closing it in the process, quickly followed by Rowan's arms, blocking me in.

"Remember what I said the last time we were in your room?"

I wish I didn't.

He gripped my chin firmly, "I know you've been thinking about it every moment since."

I scoffed.

Sparks flew across my skin as his hand trailed down my face before becoming a steel necklace.

"Repeat it," he breathed.

"Wha-"

I couldn't keep myself from groaning when his knee pushed against my already stirring groin.

Rowan leant down to nibble on my ear and I shuddered. "Don't make me say it again Ollie."

"I-" fuck I wanted him so bad, but was I really about to say this? "I'm a slut."

He smiled broadly. "Good boy," he whispered before attacking my lips with his own.

"Oliver? Honey?" my mom called from the front door.

I tried to push Rowan away and respond, but he wasn't having it. If anything he pulled me closer.

I counted the her footsteps on the stairs as I desperately tried to break off the kiss. Finally, I was able to detach his lips from mine. But, that didn't stop him from trailing down to my neck.

"Just a second!" I called, breathlessly.

She tried the handle, finding it locked. "Oliver? You know we have an open door policy."

"Sorry M-ah" While I was distracted, Rowan swiftly pulled out my aching member and licked a stripe up my shaft.

"Oliver," she shook the handle again, "I'm coming in."

"No mom. It's -ah- fine, really." My tip hit the back of his throat.

"Oliver."

"Mom!" Isabel yelled from her room, summoning her away from my door.

"Oh fuck," I groaned silently as he took more and more of me into his mouth. My brain still couldn't process that ur was Rowan fucking Kane making me feel this good.

"Rowan- ah. Please don't stop. I'm gonna-" Just as I was about to reach my release he pulled off me, leaving me desperate for more.

"Please," I whined.

He stood, giving my dick one final tug before nibbling my ear, "I told you there would be consequences for hiding your hickies."

"Please," I begged. "I'm sorry. Please just let me finish."

"You have to earn your orgasm, Oliver."

"Please, please give me a chance to earn it."

He raised an eyebrow.

I dropped to my knees and pulled his cock out. I was going to put everything I had into earning my reward. I swirled my tongue around his tip while bobbing up and down.

His fingers tangled into my hair, pushing me further and further down on his shaft. I was already starting to choke, but I needed to prove myself.

He grabbed both sides of my head, pausing my work. "Look at me, sweetheart."

My watering eyes slowly lifted to meet his.

"Don't you dare look away." Immediately he thrusted in and out of my mouthing, each time going deeper and deeper.

I had no control as he thrusted himself down my throat. His breaths became heavier and I could tell he was about to come.

Finally, he burried his massive cock into my mouth until I was fully deepthroating him. He came with a groan and let go of my head.

I popped my mouth off and cleaned any of his excess cum. Meanwhile my cock was still red and angry from all the neglect.

He smiled and pulled me up into a deep kiss. "You did so good for me."

The relief I felt from knowing my reward would  be coming soon was almost enough to keep from noticing that he was redressing and heading to the door.

"Rowan?" I asked. "You- you said I was good."

"You were great."

Did he forget? "Didn't I earn it?"

"Earn what?" He smirked.

"Please, I need to cum," I pleaded.

He came back over and stroked my dick and gave it a few tight squeezes. "Only good boys get to cum. Don't cover up your hickies tomorrow."

He walked to the door and opened it before turning back. "Don't even think about taking care of it yourself. You can only cum if I say so. Do you understand?"

I frowned, taken aback from his commanding tone. I liked when he got possessive. "Yes."

"Good," he said and walked through the door without looking back.