Chapter 32 XXXII.
ALESSANDRO'S POV.
I was very careful as I spread Rowan's legs and began applying lubrication on his asshole and on my dick so the entry would be less painful.
To spread the lubricant, I fingered his asshole a bit, and Rowan moaned and hissed, lifting his hips closer to reach my fingers. I leaned down and bit his earlobe a bit.
"Are you ready?" I asked gently.
He nodded.
Without waiting for any more permission, I lined my dick with his asshole and gently pushed in the tip. Rowan hissed in pain as both his hands gripped my shoulder. I stopped immediately.
"You okay?" I asked in concern. The last thing I wanted was to hurt Rowan.
"Y-Yeah… just pause a bit," he breathed out, and I did as told, remaining where I was. He took a deep breath and said, "Okay, you're free to move now."
Acknowledging his words, I thrust in slowly again until the tip was completely in.
"Wait, wait!" Rowan cried out, and I quickly stopped.
I looked at his face to find that it was scrunched up with tears of pain. "You okay, Rowan? Should we stop?"
"No, no. I just need a second."
I waited as he took in deep breaths.
"Go on."
I thrust in again until the whole length was in. Rowan groaned in pain, but I felt his whole body shivering.
Rowan stayed still, and I laid kisses all over his neck and face, trying to distract him from the pain.
Being so deep inside him already felt like heaven, and it took all my self-control not to begin a mad thrusting session and drive us both to the brink of pleasure.
But I had to be considerate. This was Rowan's first time, and I wanted it to be as painless as possible so he would remember this day for the rest of his life.
When I felt he had adjusted enough, I pulled out slowly and thrust back in. This time, there was a less painful groan from him.
Thank God the lubricant made the penetration easier.
I pulled out and thrust in for the third time, and this time, Rowan moaned in pleasure.
I didn't waste any time in finding my rhythm, thrusting in and out of him, groaning in pleasure as he moaned.
I pushed his legs up, spread apart, to give me better access. I pounded into him, enjoying the beautiful moans that escaped his lips.
To enhance the pleasure, my hand found his dick and I began to stroke it.
"Fuck!" Rowan exclaimed. His eyes were closed, and his body reacted along with my thrusts.
He looked so fucking hot like this—sweat dripping all over his beautiful skin, lips swollen, and eyes hazy.
He looked so fucking hot!
I thrust harder, and Rowan gripped onto my shoulder to hold onto something.
"Fuck me harder, Sandro!" he pleaded in a moan, and I complied and kept fucking him faster and harder.
His body shook and his moans increased. His dick was getting harder, and I could tell he was close to his release.
I went faster, pushing him to the edge. I could feel my own release sitting at the tip.
"San… Sandro, I'm cumming!"
He cried out, and that was all the warning I got before his release burst out of him and splashed all over my stomach. I felt mine coming as well, and I pulled out of him and released on his stomach.
Rowan let out a sigh of exhaustion. I rolled onto his side and pulled him into my arms, enjoying the heat of his warm skin.
Laying there and catching our breaths, I allowed the disturbing thoughts to settle in my mind.
What does this mean for us now?
Does this prove that Rowan has feelings for me? Will he leave my sister and be with me instead?
After making love—making love to Rowan—I realized that he means much more to me than I initially thought. I have never been in a romantic relationship in all my life, but I find myself ready to be with Rowan in that way.
I don't care if he's engaged to Alessandra. If he admits to having feelings for me, I'll do everything within my power to fight for our love.
But what if he insists on not having feelings for me and only did this because he was drunk?
I pushed the thought out of my mind. I shouldn't think too much about it. Tomorrow we will have all the time in the world to talk about us. I just hope and pray that this conversation goes well in my favor.
Rowan's soft snores filled my ears, and I looked down at him to find that he was already fast asleep in my arms.
I chuckled at his cute sleeping face. I must have really worn him out.
But I have to admit that sex with Rowan was nothing less than amazing. It was just as I imagined it would be. I doubt I'll ever enjoy sex with anyone the way I enjoyed it with Rowan. It was, hands down, the best sex of my life.
I only hope Rowan feels the same way.
His phone dinged from the nightstand, and I reached over to pick it up. The message on it made my heart burn.
'I miss you so much, Rowan. I can't wait for you to come back home tomorrow.' A heart emoji followed.
The smile on my face vanished, replaced with irritation.
It was a message from my sister.
I will admit that I love my sister, and I hate to hurt her, but I have always been selfish. I love Rowan just as much as she does, and I plan to fight for him even though this might end up pulling us apart.
If I am right and Rowan happens to be in love with me as well, then nothing was going to stop me from fighting for him and making him mine completely— not Grandpa, and definitely not my sister Alessandra.