Chapter 31 XXXI.
ALESSANDRO'S POV.
One minute, we were kissing at the club, and the next, we found ourselves in the elevator of our hotel, passionately making out. I had Rowan pinned to the elevator wall as I devoured his lips like the world was about to come to an end.
Kissing Rowan Brooks was far more amazing than I imagined. His lips were soft and tantalizing. It set my skin on fire.
My fingers danced along his clothed waist, trying desperately to feel the warm skin underneath my fingertips, but his clothes prevented me. I ached to touch him. By now, I was rock hard, and I knew it would be too late if I didn't stop now.
I pulled away from the kiss, and Rowan's drunken eyes stared at me in confusion.
"Rowan, we need to stop."
"I don't want to!"
He grabbed my cheeks and pulled me in for another heated kiss.
Our lips moved together in rhythm, and our tongues danced to the sound of our heartbeats as we struggled for dominance.
My body flared up with desire. I lifted Rowan up and wrapped his legs around my waist as we continued to kiss. By now, my dick was so hard and uncomfortable in my pants.
My lips left Rowan's to trail down his jawline to his neck. He moaned wantonly as he tilted his head to the side to give me more access.
"Sandro!" he moaned, and that sound alone was enough to get my dick aching and pushing against Rowan's stomach. I love it when he calls me Sandro.
"Fuck, Rowan," I groaned against his neck. "You drive me insane."
His hand grabbed the back of my hair from behind and tilted my head roughly, forcing our eyes to meet.
"You can't imagine what you do to me as well, Sandro."
He connected our lips again, and we were back to kissing like we were the only two souls in the world—like we were not in a public elevator where anyone could easily walk in on us.
The elevator dinged, signaling that we were at our floor, but Rowan and I barely noticed.
Our lips remained locked together as we walked out of the elevator, still holding onto Rowan. He was as light as a feather anyway.
I had no idea which room we entered. It must have been mine, or it could have been Rowan's, but I didn't care.
I just kept kissing Rowan.
We reached the couch, and I threw Rowan onto it roughly, causing him to yelp.
His lips were swollen and his hair messy. His clothes were wrinkled, and he stared at me with those seductive eyes that made me want to keep him hidden as mine forever.
But I took a deep breath and allowed the logical part of my brain to slip in.
Rowan is drunk right now, and it's not right for me to take advantage of him in this state. No matter how much I wanted him, I can't do that to him.
"Why did you stop?" Rowan asked drunkenly.
I sighed and resisted the urge to look at him. If I keep looking at him, I might lose control and just take him right there on the couch.
"Rowan, you need to sleep this off. You're drunk and—"
Rowan suddenly staggered to his feet and leaned heavily into me to maintain his balance, and his closeness to me stopped my speech.
He wrapped his arms around my neck with a smirk on his lips.
I've never seen Rowan like this, and God, he turns me on so damn bad.
"Don't pretend to be a saint, Alessandro," he whispered, leaning forward. "I know how bad you are."
He kissed my jaw lightly, and that alone sent a shockwave through my body.
"Stop the good boy act and show me how bad you can be."
I want to.
God, I really want to show him the damage I could do to his little body, but I held onto that tiny part of my mind that kept saying it was wrong.
"Rowan, you're drunk. Let's not—"
In a flash, Rowan switched us around and pushed me to sit on the couch.
I stared up at his drunken, smirking face. My heart pounded in my ears. I have never been put in such a situation before where my partner tries to seduce me, but I've never been this nervous and turned on.
Rowan straddled my lap, keeping his eyes firmly on mine. I groaned when I felt his backside pressing into my hard dick.
He's really making it hard to resist him.
He trailed the back of his finger down the side of my face and then ran his thumb across my lower lip.
"You... have such delicious lips, Sandro," he whispered.
In a second, he smashed his lips to mine again, and I immediately responded and kissed him back.
My arms grabbed his waist, pulling him as close as two people could get, and his hands remained on either side of my face as we kissed passionately.
I know it's selfish for me to say this, but I've already gotten a taste of heaven with Rowan.
I don't think I can stop myself anymore.
Rowan's hands found the hem of my shirt, and his fingers worked to untuck it.
"Take this off," he whispered against my lips.
He didn't need to tell me twice. With his help, I pulled the shirt over my head to reveal my broad chest scattered with tattoos.
Rowan stared at my upper body in awe and admiration.
He trailed his hand down the right side of my broad chest, leaving a cold trail in his wake.
"You... you are magnificent, Sandro," he complimented.
Not that I care much about compliments, but compliments from Rowan always make me blush and feel good about myself.
"I love your tattoos," he whispered, still running his fingers along the dark ink.
"I love your packs, too."
His fingers went lower to my stomach, where there was an obvious six-pack.
Every touch awakened a burning desire within me—one so strong it was hard to contain.
Completely forgetting that I might be doing this with a drunk Rowan, I grabbed his face and connected our lips again.
We kissed like two lost souls who had just reunited.
Soon, Rowan's shirt was gone as well, and I made sure to shower every part of his body with kisses and love bites, enjoying the way he moaned in pleasure.
I wanted to make sure he wouldn't forget this night.
"Alessandro, I need you," Rowan moaned.
I stopped kissing his body to look at his face, and true to his words, his eyes were filled with lust.
It was all the permission I needed.
With Rowan still on my lap, I stood up and carried him that way to the bedroom.
It was my room, after all.
We both fell onto the bed with me hovering over him.
We kissed some more, and I began to unbuckle his belt to drag his pants off.
I raised a brow, a little impressed when I saw his dick. It was quite small, but bigger than I thought.
"Why are you looking at it like that?" Rowan asked shyly, with a small blush staining his cheeks. He's so cute.
"You're smaller than I thought," I blurted, and he glared at me.
"Well, why don't you take off your pants and let's see how big you are?" he growled.
It amused me to see my shy, professional Rowan acting like a tiger.
"If you want to see so bad, who am I to stop you."
Then I knelt up and pulled down my pants.
I watched as Rowan's eyes widened in shock, and I tried not to laugh.
"What the fuck! You're so big."
He bit his lip, staring at my dick warily.
"Are you sure that's going to fit inside me?"
I leaned down and kissed his lips gently.
"We'll make it work."
He still seemed unsure, scared even.
"It looks like it will hurt."
"It will," I admitted. "But I promise it's just for a bit. I'll be very careful and gentle."
I caressed his cheek with my thumb.
"But if you're not ready, we can stop."
"No. I want to. I want you, Sandro."
That admission made me smile.
We kissed again, this time slow and passionate. My heart literally felt like it could burst, but I stayed calm.
I feel like staying here with Rowan forever.
When I pulled away, I smirked at him.
"Now it's time for the real deal."