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Aelin was confident in her own skin. That was one of her best traits. She was never afraid of wearing something scandalous or something silly— for Halloween she had dressed up as every cliche character or idea that had trended and was not ashamed of it. She did look good in a sexy nurse uniform after all.
But there was something different about dressing up with the masses and getting drunk at a party, compared to slipping into the same costumes at home for one person. At least with parties you were not alone in your silliness— you weren’t the only one who was waltzing around in an entirely inappropriate costume. Whereas in the comfort of your own home there was an element of embarrassment to it that Aelin had never felt before. Especially since the person she was doing this for had only been in her life for a few months and had yet to see this side of her.
Rowan was a sensible, hardworking lawyer. He was kind and considerate, and whilst they were never bored in the bedroom department, it was always a little too vanilla. Aelin had been with her fair share of boring lovers— ones who only liked to have her on her back and would last minutes. Rowan had shown more promise than that. But she wanted more. She wanted to be scandalous and positively sinful.
Which is why she was stood in her kitchen wearing nothing but an apron, a tray of cookie dough ready to go in the oven. She was not a baker, but she had thrown some flour over the counters and herself, then proceeded to ensure that the cookie dough (from the packet) had been smeared around as well in an attempt to look like she tried. And now she waited for Rowan to come home.
She had a bottle of tequila beside her, already pouring herself another shot to relieve the nerves. She wasn’t nervous at the prospect of doing absolutely unholy things with him. The nerves stemmed from the prospect that Rowan might walk in, take one look at her and turn right around.
Aelin knocked back the shot in one and wiped her mouth. Keys in the door had her standing up straighter and smoothing out her apron which now she thought about it, was covered in little gingerbread men and candy canes— not exactly the sexy, ‘come over here and fuck me hard’ look she had been going for.
She waited patiently for him to round the corner into the kitchen and when he did, he stopped short. Aelin’s heart was beating fast in her chest and she was smiling nervously at him as he inspected the scene before him.
“What is this?” He laughed. Placing his brief case on the floor and loosening his tie.
Aelin brandished a sultry smile and gestured to the cookies that were uncooked on the tray. “What does it look like? I’m making cookies.”
Rowan rose a brow and stopped just the other side of the kitchen island. “What’s the occasion? You don’t bake.”
Aelin just grinned at him and with the help of the alcohol, picked up the tray and with utter confidence turned around, bending down slowly, to put them in the oven. The apron was completely open in the back and she heard the intake of breath from Rowan as she ever so slowly rose again and then went to the sink to her left and pretended to wash her hands.
His footsteps were the only sound as he strode towards her. Rowan’s hands went to her waist, the tips of his fingers slipping under the front of the apron as he gripped her tight. Aelin was still as his lips left a whisper of a kiss on her neck and then up to her ear where he paused.
“Baking in nothing but an apron,” he tutted, “not very hygienic.” His whispered tickling her skin.
Aelin turned her head slightly and leaned further into his embrace. “I’m very clean, you know.”
Rowan chuckled and brought his fingers up to brush her hair from her shoulder. “The flour that is coating your arms would suggest that you’re very, very dirty.”
She shivered.
“What ever will we do with you?” He growled quietly.
Aelin was on fire. Her body was covered in goosebumps as Rowan trailed his fingers up and down her arm. He pushed against her and she could feel his pork sword against her back, her core aching at the feel of it.
“I can think of a few things.” She breathed out.
Then he was pulling away from her. Aelin felt the emptiness immediately and turned around to watch him walk back to the other side of the island. Rowan’s eyes never left hers, even as he popped open the top button of his white shirt that sat so tight across his body. She was hot and aching for him, but she stayed in her spot, watching him intently.
“Maybe we should wait for the cookies to be done. I have something that would go very well with them.”
She swallowed. Gods he was turning her on. The way he started to unbutton more of his shirt, the heated gaze as he did. Aelin wanted to crawl across the counter and rip his clothes off, letting him take her anywhere.
“What’s your favourite accompaniment to cookies, Aelin?”
“Milk.” She said with no hesitation, her voice raspy. She could feel the ache between her legs deepening as Rowan grinned. She was suddenly feeling ridiculous for feeling nervous. He was playing along with whatever game she had invented.
He hooked his finger in the air and gestured for her to come forward. Like there was an invisible string pulling her towards him, she stepped the few spaces around the counter and stopped a centimetre from his chest.
“We don’t have any milk though.” She whispered.
Rowan cocked his head to the side. His eyes glistening with want as his hands went to the back of her apron and pulled the bow with one yank and then repeated it again with the one tie around her neck. She didn’t stop the apron as it fell to the floor, piling at her feet.
Aelin stood before him bare. Her breasts felt heavy, her nipples soft peaks— hardening with every moment Rowan’s gaze was on her.
“How do you expect me to have cookies without milk?” He asked, his tone harsh but with amusement laced through it. He grazed his finger up the side of her stomach then higher up across her nipple and to her neck before gliding it back down. “What do you suggest we do?”
Aelin swallowed. “We could make some.”
Even as she suggested it she could feel the blush making its way up her cheeks. She didn’t know where these words were coming from.
“We should get started if we want it to be done before the cookies come out of the oven.” He said huskily. She almost groaned out in pleasure as Rowan slipped his finger between her folds and too slowly dragged it up her, feeling her wetness that was building.
“Rowan,” she murmured.
“How should I take you, Aelin?” He stroked her again and her eyes fluttered closed. “Bent over the counter? Against the wall?”
She nodded, unable to get words out as Rowan continued his sensual caress of her. His finger was joined by another for a moment and she groaned in utter bliss. He finally took one of them and slipped it into her, hooking his finger to hit her wall to find the perfect spot that had her starting to writhe.
“Do you deserve more?” Rowan growled, even as he pushed another into her and increased his pace so that his fingers were slipping easily in and out, her pussy clenching around him. She couldn’t find her voice so she merely spread her legs further, inviting him in.
Rowan kept his assault up even as he bent down onto his knees and looked up at her, blinking once. Then a mischievous smile lit up his face and Aelin cried out as he released his fingers and then replaced them with his tongue. It was agony and ecstasy as he licked and sucked her clit, his tongue slipping into her hole and then out, his fingers coming back to pump as he pleasured her thoroughly with them both. Aelin was squirming above him, her hands gripping onto his shoulders, her knuckles going white. She was sighing, little sounds of delight escaping her lips. She was so close, her legs began to quake. She felt the pleasure rising and rising, it starting to pool in her stomach and then it exploded as Rowan flicked her clit with his tongue all whilst his three fingers worked inside her. Aelin was moaning and shaking and she was squeezing her eyes shut, riding the orgasm.
When he looked up at her, he looked positively feral. He wiped his mouth with his hand and then stood. “You’re being a very naughty little girl today.”
“Please.” She begged. Aelin needed him inside her again. She needed his cock pounding in her, his rowillymilk spilling into her as they came together.
She was naked and ready for him. When he stepped away to peel off his own clothes she took the opportunity to bring her own hand to her centre. She started to rub circles on her clit, her head falling back as she let the next wave of pleasure wash over her. When she heard the grunt of annoyance she looked up and could only swallow as she took in the sight of Rowan.
His hard stomach, the muscles rippling on his arms and thighs. The significant length that had sprung to attention between his legs.
She licked her lips.
“Like what you see?”
“I think I want to skip the cookies and just have the milk.”
She stepped away from the counter and towards the man in front of her. He was absolutely breathtaking and she would never get tired of him, of his body. It was why she fell to her knees and wasted no time in taking him in her mouth. Her lips kissed over his tip, picking up the saltiness of his cum. She licked it off and then wrapped her mouth around him. Her hand went to his base and gripped as she took him into her, her tongue sliding against the hardness, then coming back up and releasing him with a little pop. He tasted divine and she was ravenous as her mouth sucked him.
Rowan’s hands had gone to her hair and he was pulling her head down, his cock hitting the back of her throat. They both groaned and then he was pushing her away.
“Turn around. Now.”
She did as she was told and she felt him come behind her. She was too far away from the counter to lean forward so Rowan guided her there so that she was leaning against the cold marble. Her breasts pressed down, her nipples hardening with the cold. Rowan held her down as he positioned himself at her centre.
“You come when I say you come.”
His tip nudged her opening, her wetness making it easy for him to enter her in one swift movement. The two of them sighed in unison and Rowan wasted absolutely no time in picking up his pace. His cock pumped in and out of her at an invigorating speed, his balls slapping against her skin. He fisted her hair and pulled her head back, her throat exposed. She felt every movement of him inside of her and she was screaming his name.
“Not yet.”
The pressure of her second orgasm was building within and she was trying to ignore it. But Rowan’s hand had gone down to her clit and he was playing with her as he fucked her. Every nerve in her body was alight and she relished the sounds of Rowan’s own pleasure— his grunts and moans as he started to feel his own orgasm build.
There was a second where he left her empty and then he hastily pulled her around so she was facing him once again. There were no words as he picked her up and she wrapped herself around his waist as he easily slipped back into her and continued to pound her. Rowan’s lips found hers and he kissed her with such ferocity. Their tongues finding each other, Aelin sucking on his and then pulling back to stop her orgasm that was simmering in her.
“Fuck yes.” She shouted as Rowan put one hand around her throat.
“You feel so fucking good.” Rowan moaned.
His pace was getting faster. His other hand went to her breast and squeezed it hard— he kept it there as his own eyes fluttered closed and he muttered more curses under his breath.
“Come for me, Aelin.”
So she did.
Then Rowan was pulling out of her and pushing her back down to her knees. She barely had the time to find stability before he was spilling his rowillymilk all over her face and breasts. The warm liquid dribbling down her nose, her mouth, her breasts. And she was lapping it up, her tongue licking up that salty cum and swallowing it gladly as Rowan watched her.
“All of it.”
Aelin brought her fingers to her face and mopped up the population paste, sucking her fingers, getting every last drop.
“Fucking hell. You’re so goddamn sexy.”
She grinned and finally stood.
“I’ve had my milk. Can I have a cookie now?”