25. Rowdy

25

ROWDY

I was horrified when I came so fast, but I had, once again, experienced something with Kess that I had never experienced with another human being. He kept doing that to me. If he was trying to make me love him less desperately, he was doing a terrible job of it.

As I ate the fantastic dinner he made for me, all I could think about was how much I wanted to do what we had just done again and again. And not just that; I wanted more .

So much more, in fact, that it was impossible to keep focused on the conversation. He’d made me come so hard that I wanted to worship him with my mouth. Job one: Learn how to give a blow job like that.

I wanted to know what else he could do with his mouth, and it didn’t take much to imagine his tongue everywhere. Even there . I knew it wasn’t just a thing I’d read in a spicy book; according to Sky, people absolutely did that in real life and it felt amazing . I’d also read that it might soften me up, make anal a little easier.

“...but you and your cousin don’t much like asking for help, do you?”

I mean, Kess had a gorgeous dick, but it was also a little scary. I’d need a hell of a lot of preparation and lube and maybe a prayer or something. I hadn’t ever even used a dildo or anything, but the thought of Kess inside of me was suddenly all I could think about.

“Rowdy?”

Pushing inside of me, stretching me. For him to be the only one who’d ever done that to me. The only one who will ever do that to me. Making me his.

Not that I’d be his property, but...

“ Rowdy .”

“Huh?”

Something about the intensity with which he said my name made me think Kess had been trying to get my attention for a while now.

“Where did you go?”

My mind immediately went back to the thought of him tonguing my asshole, and my face practically caught fire.

His laugh was low and deep. “Did I just catch you daydreaming about something naughty? Am I so boring that you can’t?—”

“Shut up,” I said, burying my face in my hands. “You’re not boring. Not even a little.”

“Oh, you must’ve been imagining something lewd and terrible to be this red.”

“Terrible? No. Lewd? Maybe.”

“Well, now you have to tell me,” he said, his eyes sparking with mischief. “What were you thinking of? What did you imagine I was doing to you, Rowdy?”

My chest and neck flushed hot, and my throat clenched up. The thought of telling him what I’d just been thinking—when I could barely believe my mind had gone there—was panic inducing. Did people really just say what they wanted out loud like that?

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said, his voice dropping to a soothing register. “I’m sorry for teasing you—I’m not trying to embarrass you, promise.”

I stared at my empty plate, not quite able to look him in the eyes. I heard what he was saying and didn’t feel like he’d embarrassed me—just that I wasn’t sure if I was ready to talk like that. Even with him.

“But I also want you to know that you can share those thoughts with me because I want to know what you want. Genuinely,” he said.

I swallowed thickly, concentrating on the swirls of sauce on my plate. “It’s?—”

Fuck. The words weren’t wording for me. I chanced a look at his face, though, and saw only patience and sweetness.

“Why was it so much easier to say dirty things to you when I didn’t mean them?” I asked, hating the whine in my voice.

He slid his hand over mine. “Not to sound too obvious, but it was easier because you didn’t mean them. And a lot of that sass was via text, so?—”

Kess stopped mid-sentence and his eyes lit up. “I have an idea.”

With no additional context or warning, he stood and walked off, disappearing into the hallway off the living room. Seconds later, he came back with his phone in his hand.

“Grab your phone, Rowd.”

The tension that’d been ratcheting up in my shoulders and chest bled out. He knew me so well. Also, I enjoyed the command in his voice. Had I ever been turned on by someone telling me what to do?

One thing was for certain: My naughty dreams just got an upgrade.

“Rowdy, your phone.”

“Oh, sorry.”

I hopped up and retrieved my phone from the counter where I’d laid it before the blow job that had scrambled my brains. Kess stepped down into the living room and sat on the massive sectional, facing away from me while I remained at the counter.

My text notification went off.

Kess: Hey, hot stuff. Who’re you doing tonight?

I chuckled. He’d sent that same text to me a few times over the last couple of years, and I’d always figured he got a kick out of using ‘who’re’ because he was basically calling me a whore. Dork .

Smiling to myself, I opened the text field and started typing.

Me: This tall, super sexy lawyer from Austin.

Kess: Do tell.

Me: He’s got a mouth like a fucking airlock, but he’s afraid of spiders. Not sure if I can work with that.

Kess: I’m sure he has a good excuse to be afraid of spiders. You shouldn’t hold it against him.

Too easy.

Me: Then what would you suggest I hold against him?

Kess: Isn’t there a Bellamy Brothers song that answers that question?

Me: Dude.

Me: That song came out before my mom was even born.

Me: Exactly how old are you again?

Kess: Old enough to know what I’m doing.

I huffed out a laugh.

Kess: Tell me—what can this super sexy lawyer man do to make you forget this minor issue of arachnophobia?

My heart was pounding in my chest, but he’d been right. Texting wasn’t quite as daunting as saying it to his face.

Me: Well...I have started imagining certain scenarios with him.

Kess: I’m sure he’d love to hear about those scenarios.

Kess: In great detail.

Me: But what if they turn him off?

He adjusted on his leather couch, and I grimaced at the needy-sounding question. Maybe I should just delete?—

Kess: I promise you, it won’t. Why don’t you tell me what you want?

Kess: I’ll let you know if it’s out of order.

Tricky motherfucker.

Me: Fine. He just gave me a mind-blowing orgasm, and now I’m wondering what else his mouth can do.

Kess: A lot, I’m sure.

I took several calming breaths, then went for it.

Me: Even rimming?

His phone thunked loudly on the concrete floor and I snorted. I snuck a look in his direction and Kess was scrambling to pick it up. His response came in seconds later.

Kess: Fuck yes.

Kess:

Kess: You should definitely ask him to do that to you.

I touched the phone to my forehead, embarrassed.

Kess: Is there something more?

Kess: You can tell me anything, Rowdy.

I could hear the warmth in his written words and knew he was telling me the truth. I let out a long breath and started typing.

Me: I’m a pretty hairy guy.

Kess: I remember.

Oh, right. He’d briefly played back there before jacking me off.

Me: Should I wax first?

“ Abso-fucking-lutely not ,” Kess muttered furiously, then went back to texting.

Kess: Speaking as an expert in the field, men who enjoy worshipping holes generally don’t give a fuck about hair back there.

Kess: Some of us even prefer it.

I gripped the counter with my free hand, rocking forward and back. Jesus. I hadn’t realized that Kess was so filthy . I didn’t even know how to respond to something like that.

Suddenly there was heat at my back and Kess’s hand was high up on my chest. Not quite a hand necklace, but close enough.

I melted back against him, and he flexed his fingers.

“So, this shower of yours?” he asked, his voice rough and dark. “Very thorough, you said, right?”

I hitched, unable for even one second to be anything approaching sassy or cool. “Mmhmm.”

Kess let out a shuddering breath, then buried his nose in my hair and inhaled, almost as if he was trying to steady himself. “Then I want nothing more than to taste you, baby.”

I swear, I left my body for a second there. Astral projected into the universe and came back, only to beg with a broken, “ Please .”

The sound that came from his chest was almost animal. He yanked my shirt over my head, then made quick work of my belt, jeans, and underwear, shoving them down to my knees.

“Grab hold of the counter and widen your legs as much as you can.”

I did as asked and he came up behind me, rubbing my belly. He then gave my cock a light squeeze before moving his hands to my ass. He spread my cheeks and I started to stiffen up.

“Fucking hell.” He nuzzled my ear. “Your hole is so fucking sexy,” he said on a gravelly whisper.

His desire was like hot butter, and whatever hesitation I’d had melted away in an instant. I gripped the counter and pushed my ass out. He made a growly sound as he massaged my cheeks, pulling them even farther apart as he knelt behind me.

He nipped one cheek, and I jumped, then he nipped the other. I nearly choked on my own spit when he ran his hot, wet tongue up my seam.

“ Fuck ,” I spat out, shifting on my feet. “This might be better than the blow job.”

He repeated the move a few more times, his tongue rasping against the hair, a sound that sent shivers up my neck. This was fucking amazing, but I shook my head.

“No, nothing is better than the blow job.”

Kess laughed and continued licking me from my nuts to the top of my crack, massaging my ass. When the tip of his tongue circled my hole, I rose on my tiptoes, pulling away. Too much, too much.

But I also needed it, so I pushed back. Kess’s dark chuckle made me want to beg him to tongue fuck me. Turned out, no begging was required. He concentrated on my taint and hole, playing up the nerves until I was a babbling, incoherent mess. When he worked the stiff tip of his tongue inside me, I almost saw God.

He stayed there, fucking me on his tongue, sending me out of my fucking mind. I’d never considered that I could come hands-free, but the way it was building, I might. My cock was as hard as it’d ever been, and my nuts ached as the orgasm started to take hold. Just as I was about to go over the edge, however, he pulled back.

“Motherfucker,” I cursed.

He laughed as he stood, then wrapped an arm around my chest, giving my cock a stroke with his free hand.

“Can I assume that you’re a fan of rimming now?” he rumbled in my ear.

“Fuck. Yes,” I said, rolling my hips in time with his stroking.

God, I needed to come so badly.

He tightened his grip on my cock, then ran a thumb over my nipple.

“ Kess .”

“Do you know how fucking sexy you are, baby?”

“ Nngh .”

“You’ve got such a tiny little virgin hole, baby. And now it’s so soft and pretty.” He thumbed my slit, smearing the pre-cum over my cock head. “One of these days, when you’re so desperate for me that you’re begging, I’ll eat you out, just like this, and then I’ll slip inside you and fill you up so good, you’ll never want me to leave your body.”

I clenched, imagining that I was squeezing around his thick cock, and wanted it so badly.

Needed it.

Right. Now.

“Fuck me,” I choked out. “Need you.”

He buried his face where my neck and shoulders met, nipping the sensitive skin as he loosened his grip on my cock.

“I want nothing more than to bury myself inside you,” he said with an edge to his voice that let me know he was telling the God’s honest truth. “But your first time is going to be in a bed, with me taking my time. Not up against a counter.”

“But—”

“I know, baby. But this is as much for me as it is for you.”

“I’m so empty, though,” I moaned, thrusting into his loosened hand. “ Please .”

“Let’s fix that, shall we?” he said, pressing two of his fingers into my mouth.

Oh.

Oh .

I slurped and sucked on those fingers like my life depended on it.

“That’s right, baby. Get ’em good and wet.”

I did as he asked, so fucking turned on by his rough handling and smooth words. I complained when he removed the fingers but lost my breath when he spun me to face him.

“Spread your cheeks,” he said, his eyes dark.

I flushed, a little embarrassed but also turned on by the embarrassment. I reached behind myself and put a hand on each cheek, then separated them.

“More.”

I pulled them apart till I felt the air on my hole.

“Good boy,” he said, taking me in a deep, filthy kiss as I continued exposing myself.

With his tongue nearly down my throat, Kess snaked his hand around and swirled his spit-slick fingers over my hole. I jumped, and he held on tight, preventing me from moving.

“That’s right, baby. Open up for me,” he said, dipping a finger inside me.

The slight stretch was everything, and I pushed my hips back, forcing him deeper.

“So needy,” he whispered against my lips before plunging both his tongue and his finger inside me.

Before I could beg, he pressed the second finger inside me and I shouted out in pain and pleasure and God knows what else.

“Keep ’em spread, baby,” he said, hooking his fingers inside me.

Oh. Fuck. Oh .

“Like it when I pet that spot, baby?”

“Mmhmm.”

He was fully dressed, and I was exposed in every way possible. My jeans had slid to my ankles, my underwear was still hung up around my knees, and my cock was pressed up against his erection, nearly overwhelmed by the rough material of his jeans. My hands were basically shackled since I needed both of them to do what he’d asked of me—to spread myself open for him. In the meantime, he was kissing me and finger fucking me and handling me like he knew exactly how to please me.

My cries pitched up, and he kissed me again, deeply, then knelt in front of me, his fingers still inside. He took me in his mouth and thrust his fingers deeper, twisting them as he sucked me down.

My muscles—all of them, everywhere—contracted and the orgasm he’d been teasing for a lifetime hit me like a freight train. I had to let go of my ass to grab for the counter as I spilled down his throat. He pressed his fingers as deeply as he could, then kept them in place as I shuddered through the rest of the peak.

He stood and wrapped his arm around me, steadying me as he removed his fingers from my body and, one-handed, undid and lowered his jeans. He then gave me more deep, brain-erasing kisses as he pulled out his cock and rough-stroked it as my body tried to keep up with the competing sensations.

Muscles that were too relaxed, a cock that was too sensitive, a mind scrambled beyond belief.

He shouted into the kiss, his muscles straining as he came against my belly, hot and wet and shuddering. Like maybe he’d enjoyed it as much as I had.

Was that even possible?

“I don’t know about you,” Kess said, his voice rough, “but my legs are about to give out. Can we cuddle on the couch?”

“Fuck, yes,” I said, leaning against him. “I can barely stand.”