Rival Morality BxB

11

        We laid silently in our sleeping bags for almost and hour, until all we heard was the chirping of cicadas and the distant snores of fellow classmates.

        Suddenly, Rowan rolled over to me and took my face in his hands. Then, he kissed me hard and fast.

        I pulled away. "Rowan. What are you doing?"

        "You," he smirked and moved down my neck. He paid close attention to the now fading hickies from last time.

        "People will hear us," I gasped out between pants.

        He made quick work of my shirt and moved down my chest, teasing my nipples as he went lower and lower. At my v-line he slowly fingered the waistband of my jeans before releasing the button with a satisfying pop. "Then you better be quiet."

        I bit down into my palm taking deep breaths as he slowly pulled out my aching member. He squeezed his way up to my tip and planted a kiss. A line of my pre-cum attaching to his lips. I think that's the hottest thing I've ever seen, besides Rowan himself, of course.
       
        Soon, his warm mouth enveloped me entirely and that almost did me in. His tongue gripped to my glands and his teeth grazed my shaft making me hiss. He continued until I was practically throbbing in his mouth. He pulled off and put me on my hands and knees, the sticks under the sleeping bag poking into my palms.

        "Did you touch yourself?" He asked, lips caressing the shell of my ear.

        "W- what?"

        "When I left yesterday. Did you touch yourself?"

        I bit my lip before finally answering, "No." I'm a terrible liar, but I had to try.

        He threaded his fingers through my hair and wrenched me back to face him. "Oliver?" His brown eyes pierced through me.

        "Y-yeah?" I stuttered, delirious with anticipation.

        "Are you lying to me?" He hovered over my lips. "Because that wouldn't be a very good choice now would it? So I'm going to ask you again. Did you touch yourself last night after I specifically told you not to."

        I swallowed hard. "Yes."

        He gripped tightly around my throat barely allowing me to breathe. He could suffocate me if he wanted to and the thought sent sparks through my body.

        His other hand rubbed smooth circles into my ass, massaging and gripping before swapping to the other cheek. Suddenly, a sharp slap whistled through the air followed by a red hot warmth on my ass. I gasped at the impact. Did he just... spank me? My dick got impossibly harder. Two more slaps occurred in quick succession followed by two more grunts.

        He touched a finger to my tip, seeing the large increase of pre-cum. "Do you like it when I spank you, Oliver?"

        Fuck, my body was betraying me. "No," I whispered out.

        He tsked, "What have I said about lying?" he landed another blow, and another when I didn't answer.

        "Please fuck me," I huffed, changing the subject and desperate to feel his cock deep in my ass again. I swiftly turned and pulled out his cock, slurping it into my mouth to show my neediness.

        He laughed harshly. "Tell me how badly you want it."

        "I've been thinking about it every day since," I continued pumping with my hands. "You make me feel things that no one else ever has before. Please put your cock in me."

        He swiftly swung me around and buried his tongue deep in my hole. I groaned as he probed around before opening me up with his fingers, and, to my surprise, lube. Once he had three fingers in, I couldn't wait any longer. "Rowan," I moaned.

        He received the message and slowly pushed into me and every inch made me gasp. I forgot how deep he filled me. Once I felt him fully against me, he pulled me up by my neck, holding me against him on our knees. He slowly rocked in and out, knowing I wanted more.

        "Rowan," I whined, moving my hips to urge him faster. He stilled them in his firm grip.

        "Beg, princess."

        I shuddered, but didn't give in.

        "If you want my cock," he whispered, "then beg."

         I couldn't stop myself anymore. Words began to pour out of my mouth. I didn't know what half of them meant anymore. "Oh- please Rowan. Fuck me."

        He started to move faster and I couldn't keep myself from crying out as he hit that magical spot. He pounded harder and harder until I didn't know my own name. I was close and he was too. He thrusted deeper than before, massaging me in places I didn't even know I had. Finally, I couldn't hold it in anymore. He hit that bundle of nerves within me and I was seeing stars. He fucked me through my orgasm and through his, not stopping until I was sensitive and shivering around his cock.
     
        He pulled me down into the mass of blankets and held me close to him. His dick slowly returned to normal, but stayed sheathed inside of me. I couldn't stop panting, still coming down from my high.

        "You still alive?" he chuckled.

        I half heartedly punched him. "Shut it."

        He smiled and pulled me closer, hands finding their home on my butt. Perv.

        "Is your ass okay?" he gently smoothed the skin in a circular motion. He sounded way more concerned than necessary.

        "I'm fine," I smiled. "But you won't be if I don't get my beauty sleep," I joked.

       I could hear the smile in his voice, "Goodnight," he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

        I snuggled closer into his chest. "Night."