24. Kess

24

KESS

I opened the door with a broad grin. Rowdy was standing in front of me, holding a bouquet of flowers and his guitar.

“I found these on my porch this evening,” he said with a smirk. “Along with a request for me to bring my guitar over.”

“Imagine that.”

I grabbed his shirt and pulled him inside, kicking the door shut as I brought him in for a kiss. Rowdy’s hands were full, so all he could do was let me.

“Fuck, you are so beautiful,” I said, whispering in his ear as I ran my hands up and down his arms.

“You’re not half bad yourself,” he said, tipping his chin up for another kiss. I couldn’t help but give him what he asked for.

Finally, we pulled away from each other, and he looked as dazed as I felt.

“Let me get you a vase,” I said as I took the flowers and his hand, leading him into the kitchen.

“If you’ve got one.”

I checked under my kitchen sink and brought out a vase to suit his flowers, which were a combination of Gerbera daisies, eucalyptus, and wild roses. He came up behind me as I was arranging them and set his phone on the counter before wrapping his arms around me.

I looked at the screen. “Test results?”

“They’re a couple years old, but I haven’t been with anyone in a really long time.”

I turned back for a quick kiss. “This works for me.”

He flushed, then gestured to the stove. “Whatever you’re cooking smells divine.”

“I made your favorite,” I said, tweaking one of the vine-y roses.

“My favorite is beef stroganoff.”

“I know,” I said, pulling him into my arms again because I couldn’t go thirty seconds without holding him.

He rested his forehead on my chest. “So, this is what it’s like to be wooed by you?”

“Yep,” I said, cupping the back of his head as I placed kisses in his hair.

“Why are you doing this?” His voice was muffled by my chest, so I pulled back and made him look up at me. “You don’t need to do all this, Kess. I already lo-like you.”

Busted.

“Because,” I said, tucking a hank of hair behind his ear, “aside from being the most beautiful, sweet, caring man I’ve ever met in real life, you’re the only one I know who gives as good as you get. You deserve some good old-fashioned wooing.”

“So, what I’m hearing you say is that you like both my ass and my sass.”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

Rowdy wrapped his arm around mine as we walked over to the stove, where he removed the lid from the pan.

“Fucking hell,” he said, taking a deep whiff of what I’d prepared. “This smells so good it turns me on.”

“Does it now?” I asked, directing him away from the stove so that I could press him up against the counter.

“Mmhmm,” he muttered into my kiss.

He opened up to me, letting me delve my tongue inside his perfect mouth. I lost myself in the sensation of it, of his body against mine, of his hands sliding down over my ass. I peppered kisses across his jawline and down his neck, sucking carefully to avoid a bruise.

“Why are you so good at kissing?” he asked on a breathless whine. “How come I’ve never been kissed like this before?”

I grumbled under my breath before answering. “I don’t even want to imagine other people putting their lips on you.”

“Good, because I think I already forgot,” he said with a laugh.

“Damn skippy,” I said as I trailed lingering, sucking kisses along his collarbone, drowning in his needy, wanting moans. I continued to work the sensitive areas of his collar and neck while allowing my hand to drift farther down.

“May I?” I asked, feathering my hand over his bulge.

“Please.”

I grinned and continue to take him apart, there in my kitchen.

“Swear to God, I’m gonna come in my underwear,” he said as I worked him up and down with a broad palm.

“Can’t have that, can we?” I gripped the counter for support as I carefully knelt in front of him.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Tasting you,” I said, reaching for his button. “If that’s okay?”

When he didn’t answer right away, I stilled my hands. As I moved away, he captured my hands and returned them to the fastenings.

“Taste me, Kess. I just took a very thorough shower, so please fucking taste me.”

Grinning, I pushed his T-shirt up, kissing his belly as I undid his jeans and pushed them down to the floor, along with his underwear. I sat back on my knees, just to take him in. He was a really adorable combination of terrified and determined, and he was gripping the counter on either side of him, his knuckles practically white.

“Fuck, you are so beautiful,” I said, running my nose up the length of him, hoping to help him relax.

He choked on his spit, and his cock jerked. “Oh God” was all he could manage. “ Please .”

With our eyes locked, I took his hips in my hands, massaging them, opening them up before lowering my mouth onto him.

He keened as I sucked on his head, enjoying the taste of him. As I took more of him, I recognized the scent from the tiny bottle of cologne on the windowsill in his bathroom. His chest started to rise and fall rapidly, and I closed my eyes, getting into the motion of it, taking him all the way to the root, sucking him, showing him how much I wanted him.

My plan was to take it slow, to tease it out of him. Rowdy’s body had other plans.

“Oh my God, I can’t—I can’t...”

His words drifted off as his hips punched forward, gagging me, then he flooded my mouth with cum. He let out a pained shout, pulsing and thrusting, completely out of his mind.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” He was shaking and seemed barely able to stand. “Sorry, sorry. I didn’t have time to warn you.”

I chuckled, still gently sucking on him, nosing into the patch of hair at the base of his shaft. Slowly, I pulled away, kissing his belly before giving his hips a few more gentle rubs. “Nothing to apologize for, Rowd. I love how you taste.”

He was still holding the counter in a death grip, and he seemed to be in shock, or perhaps just high off the orgasm. I carefully put him back together and stood, massaging his shoulders.

“You okay?”

His eyes were transfixed on my mouth, like maybe it was some kind of magic portal for orgasms. I pulled him in for a hug, and he held me so tight.

“Rowdy?”

“Yes?” he answered, the word breathy in his mouth.

I grabbed his shirt and kissed as gently as I could. “I can’t get over the fact that you look like a guy who just received his first blow job.”

His cheeks turned a fiery red.

I held up my hand. “Aside from the fact that I want to murder every man who’s been with you intimately, there is nothing wrong with this being your first blow job.”

“Sure. I came thirty seconds after you started touching me, but there’s nothing wrong with it.”

“Hey, that’s a compliment. I think you get to get through your first before you decide how to do things better. And I am not complaining. I loved making you feel that way.”

He could barely look at me, peeking up at me through his eyelashes. “Really?”

“Yes, really.”