27. Rowdy

27

ROWDY

Woody didn’t like it when I texted and rode, but he, Emery, and Stevie had gone out to the livestock show and rodeo, and I was holding down the fort. Besides, Huck could practically make these rounds by himself.

Kess: pic of Kess holding the envelope to his chest

Kess: I hated waking up alone, but then my sexy boyfriend left me this sweet note.

Me: It was a good thing I got out of there early. Between the pool water and going to sleep with my hair wet, I was a hot mess.

Kess: Even with bed head you’re still sexy.

I knew he was just saying that, but it felt nice. I was close to the summit of the property, and it was a gorgeous day outside, so I took a landscape picture, then a selfie, and sent them to him.

Kess: Gorgeous. And the landscape ain’t half bad, either.

Me: Keep talking to me like that and it’ll go to my head.

Kess: I was aiming a little lower.

Kess:

My cheeks heated with the memory of last night. It wasn’t just the act; it was the way he put all of himself into what he was doing. He’d wanted me to be satisfied. He’d wanted me to come so hard that I nearly blacked out. He’d wanted and participated in everything we’d done, like there was nowhere else in the world he’d wanted to be except right there with me.

I realized, in this moment, that I was comparing Kess to the men who came before. And that was unfair, both because Kess wasn’t those men and because there simply was no comparison.

I hadn’t been lying last night when I’d said that I wanted him to fuck me. If we had done it in the kitchen, I wouldn’t have felt bad at all. But then, when he said that he wanted me in his bed so that he could take his time with me, I definitely wanted that way more than being fucked up against the counter.

I slept like the dead last night and woke with a smile on my face. It sucked having to disentangle myself from his warm arms, but I left his room feeling good. Feeling like what we had done was special, and that he viewed me as special.

I thought I loved him before, but that was barely more than a crush. Stevie once said, quoting some social media influencer, no doubt, that a crush was just a lack of information. After last night, I knew that to be true. In getting to know Kess, and in being truthful enough to finally let him see the real me, my love had only deepened.

I cursed myself for the two years I could’ve been with him, but I’d needed that time to mature, to accept my sexuality as it was, and to get to the right spot in life.

I took one last look at the horizon and understood how Woody could write such beautiful words about it. I had to get on with the rest of my day, but Kess had been right. I would talk to Woody about adding lyrics to the music I was writing.

“I douched,” I said as Kess opened the door. “And I am one hundred percent ready for you to fuck me.”

“And on that note, I’ll be going,” Emery said, smirking as he stacked paperwork on the big kitchen island.

“Oh shit,” I said, burying my face in my hands.

Kess cracked up and dragged me inside. “Don’t worry, Emery was just leaving.” He shot his friend a look. “Right. Now.”

Emery held up his hands. “I know when I’m not wanted.”

“Good,” Kess said, swatting his ass as he left.

I buried my face in Kess’s chest. “I can never show my face to that man ever again.”

“Well, considering that he came up with a really killer business idea, you’re probably going to see even more of him.”

I fake sobbed, but then Kess cut me off with a deep, searching kiss. Why were his kisses so damned good?

“So,” he said, pressing his forehead to mine. “You douched, huh?”

“I’m not pushing!” I was quick to explain. “But I am sorta desperate. So, you know. Do with that what you will.”

He chuckled and nosed my still-damp hair. “I need to shower and was going to have you join me?—”

“I don’t mind getting in the shower again,” I said, probably too quickly.

“Good,” he said, then took my hand and led me to his bathroom.

I whistled under my breath at the expanse of limestone flooring and wall tiles mixed with gray cabinetry and turquoise accents.

“This is as big as my cabin,” I said, hip-checking him. “Very fancy.”

“Close, but that cabin is special to me, so don’t make fun of it.”

I sent him a salute, then let my arms awkwardly fall to my side.

I was more nervous than I wanted to let on, but I hadn’t been lying—I wanted this so badly.

Kess kissed me gently, then whispered, “Get undressed, love.”

I inhaled sharply at the nickname but didn’t hesitate to drag my T-shirt over my head.

“Your chest hair highlights these compact muscles of yours, and it drives me out of my mind,” he said, the hunger in his eyes matching his words one-for-one.

“Yeah?” I asked, hopefully sounded confident as I ran my hand up and down my chest.

“Mm. Add in your beard and this fucking hair,” he said, twirling a tiny braid around his finger, “and I’m a goner.”

He released me, then slowly took off his shirt. The rest of his clothes quickly followed before he stepped back to me. We held each other, skin against skin, as we kissed.

With one hand wrapped around my waist, he turned on the hot water, then went back to kissing me until it steamed up the bathroom. After adjusting the temperature, he gestured for me to join him. I snuggled up against him and we stood under the water, kissing. We took a few minutes to soap up, and he made sure to thoroughly wash my undercarriage.

“Just a little extra because my tongue is about to be there.”

“Oh fuck,” I said breathlessly.

He laughed, then wrapped me up in his arms. “Figured we’d start with something I already know you like.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Face the wall,” he commanded softly.

I looked up at him with wide eyes, then slowly turned to face the wall, palming it.

Pressing his cock against my ass, he wrapped his arms around my torso, then whispered, “I might get a little bossy, but that doesn’t override your needs. You can always say no. It will always be okay to stop.”

I took in a ragged breath and let it out fast. “Thank you. I probably needed to hear that.”

He knelt behind me, and this time he spread my cheeks and murmured, “God, yes” before running his tongue from my balls to the top of my crack.

He then pulled my cock back through my legs and licked from the tip to the top of my crack again.

“ Jesus .”

I cursed a blue streak as he sucked and licked the length of me, over and over again.

Finally, he focused on my hole, aggressively so, until the only sounds coming out of my mouth were ugly, incoherent grunts. It was maddening to be so turned on and yet not able to come on his tongue alone. Something told me he knew that.

Son of a— “ Ah !” I shouted as he breached me with his tongue.

I banged the expensive tiles with the side of my fist as he worked himself farther and farther inside me. I had no concept of how long he spent back there, only that I was in a hellish cycle of ecstasy and joy and no ability to fucking come.

He finally sat back and bit at the shelf of my ass. “Fuck, I love this ass. I could do this forever.”

“If you don’t make me come, I am going to scream.”

He chuckled, then rose behind me, nestling his cock between my cheeks. “That mean you’re ready for me?”

I shivered. “Please.”

He spun me around and kissed me, sharing my taste with me as he snapped off the water.

“You have the most beautiful, soft hole, Rowd.”

He led me out of the shower and helped me dry off. In that short amount of time, I went from horny and desperate with a raging, dripping boner, to horny and nervous as hell with a soft, shriveled cock.

“Rowdy, you’re shaking like a leaf. I know you said that you were ready, but we don’t?—”

“I am nervous,” I admitted, even though I knew he would take such good care of me. “But I can’t wait to do this with you. I want it, badly.”

“Okay,” he said softly. “I can work with nerves. But never ignore your no , deal?”

“Deal.”

We stepped outside of the bathroom and kissed at the side of the bed for a few moments.

“We can do this face-to-face, or with you on all fours, or bent over the bed...”

“Face-to-face,” I blurted. “Can I...Can I ride you?”

I had read somewhere that riding on top can make the first time a little easier, that maybe it would give me more of a sense of control.

“Of course.”

Kess grabbed the lube out of his side drawer. “Are you still comfortable going without a condom…” he asked, holding up a strip of condoms.

I nodded. “Maybe later when we want to avoid a mess, but I want to feel everything.”

He grinned and set the condoms back down, then lay back on the bed, stacking some pillows behind his head.

“We need to prep you a bit more, though,” he whispered. “So straddle me, but don’t try to impale yourself on me just yet.”

“Okay.”

I did as he said, climbing onto the bed, then throwing one leg over his waist, lowering my naked ass to his belly. He smiled up at me and I sprawled across him for a kiss, moaning when he rubbed a lubed finger between my cheeks.

That felt almost as good as his tongue did back there. After working me up, he pressed the finger inside of me. I jumped.

“Too much?” he asked, removing his finger.

“Uh, no?” I said, then was immediately overwhelmed by the thought of the size difference between his finger and his cock.

“I’m in no hurry,” he reassured me. “I’m not gonna rush you.”

“I know,” I said, annoyed at the tremble in my voice.

“Good,” he said, then started kissing me again, this time with his arms around me.

The kissing was wonderful, but my cock was still soft and I’d lost that edge of need I’d had in the shower. I tried not to panic about it, but I was also starting to realize that anal might not be as magical as all the other things we’d done together. There were all sorts of logistics to work out, and I didn’t know what the hell I was doing.

This is where being demisexual kind of fucked with my head. I didn’t know if the loss of desire was just a temporary issue, if it was the asexual side of me asserting itself, or if I was just never meant to enjoy this kind of sex.

One thing we’d always told the kids in the group was that there was nothing wrong with how their bodies reacted to certain things. I’d also been on a number of demisexual forums, and some of those folks had sex with their loved ones because they knew that their loved ones enjoyed it, and they personally weren’t repulsed by it. I’d been hoping for something a little stronger than not repulsed , though.

My biggest takeaway was that stressing out about it only made everything worse and also made it hard to identify what I was really feeling. So, rather than getting myself all spun up about the loss of pleasure, I decided to simply enjoy the closeness.

“Hey,” he whispered. “You still with me?”

His question was a reminder that I had gotten into my head, and that I was missing out on the intimacy of the moment.

“I am. Sorry, just had to settle myself in here,” I said, tapping my temple.

He smiled and brushed my hair back. “Let’s just make out for now and see where that goes.”

I nodded, then lowered my lips to his, kissing him softly. He returned the kiss, just as softly, and the muscles in my neck and shoulders—which I hadn’t realized were so tense—released. He caressed my ass as he pushed his tongue into my mouth, and his confident touches fired up a tightness in my groin.

I pressed my cock into his belly, rolling my hips a little, and discovered I liked that a lot. Even better, when I rocked back, I rocked into his heavy erection. I liked that he was hard for me.

“I want your fingers,” I whispered.

“Yeah?” he asked, searching my eyes.

“I really do.”

He deepened our kiss and opened the lube one-handed, spreading a bit more on his fingers. Pulling aside one of my cheeks, he again rubbed his slick finger up and down my crease. Yes, I liked that, too. He circled my hole until it relaxed enough for him, then pushed a finger inside. This time, it felt wonderful.

We continued making out, kissing as he finger-fucked me. I adjusted, and he brushed over my prostate. This’d felt good in the kitchen, but now it was a little numb.

“Does that not feel good?” he asked.

“I—it’s not bad. It just doesn’t feel like much.”

“Do you think another finger would help?”

I nodded, this time anticipating the additional stretch. There was a little pain with it but not that much, and I quickly adjusted. Once I’d settled into the sensation, he used the two fingers to pet that same bit of nerves as before, and?—

“Oh,” I said, starting to breathe heavily. “Oh shit. There it goes,” I said, and he laughed.

“Glad to hear it,” he said with a grin. “Sometimes it just needs a little warming up.”

He started pressing his fingers against the nerves on purpose now, and— Jesus, yes —that was so fucking good.

“If you like this, we can just keep it here for now.”

“No. I want all of you.”

Kess smiled into our kiss, seeming to like my answer. After a bit more time, he added a third finger.

“Oof. That’s a lot,” I whined. “Don’t stop.”

“God, you have the softest hole,” he whispered encouragingly. “So hot when my fingers are inside of you.”

Which is how I discovered I enjoyed compliments in bed. Hopefully, I’d eventually have the courage to tell him.

“Do you think you might be ready now?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, then moaned when he removed his fingers from my body.

Kess sat up and reached behind me, stroking lube up and down his bare cock, then added more—a lot more—to my hole. He raised his brows, and I pushed him to his back. He lay there for me, knees up, feet on the mattress.

I took a deep breath.

This was the moment that I’d built up in my head for years , wondering what it would be like. Never had I imagined that I’d be able to share this with someone as wonderful as Kess. His infinite patience made me impatient to do this with him.

I raised to my knees and grabbed his cock behind me, directing it to my stretched hole. My dick still wasn’t quite into it yet, what with all the nerves and the newness, but I wanted this. I held my breath when I touched the tip of his dick to my hole, then let it out as I carefully lowered myself.

I got about half of his cock head past the tight ring of muscle when I had to stop and back off.

“ Fuck .”

“Too much?”

I shook my head before he even finished his sentence. “Just super glad I get to do this with you,” I choked out.

I shifted up, then back down again, impaling myself just a little more. Fuck, I was having sex. With Kess.

“I don’t know why big cocks are such a draw,” I complained. “This is impossible.”

Kess laughed, and I felt it inside of me.

Okay, well. That wasn’t so bad.

I worked at it for a bit, so grateful that he was willing to basically sit there and let me de-virginize myself on his cock. I knew this couldn’t be good for him at all.

“Whatever you’re thinking, let it go,” he said, reaching up to rub his thumb between my eyebrows. “Just know that I am so close that I’m barely holding on.”

I stopped, squeezing my body around him as I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, right.”

“I’m not lying. There is something deep and dark and nasty inside of me that loves watching you work your innocent hole on my cock.”

I squeezed him again. “Really?”

Kess nodded, his eyes flashing. “Fuck yes.”

My desire flared. Locking gazes with him, I slowly, carefully slid down the rest of his length, bottoming out. I whimpered, shifting side to side as I tried to get used to feeling so stuffed. He reached up and played with my nipples, another impossibly sexy move.

My sounds quickly grew ridiculous, a combination of grunting through the aching stretch, then sighing whenever his thick cock head rubbed against the spot of nerves inside of me. I could barely put together the juxtaposition in my head, that and knowing I had a part of him inside of me.

I stuck with it, though, and my body adjusted in far less time than I thought it would. Soon, all I felt was pleasure.

Then, because I liked to be a little shit sometimes, I raised my hands, clasping them above my head as I rolled my hips. “Fuck, Kess. I love stretching out my virgin hole with your big cock.”

His mouth dropped open on a gasp, and I continued the undulating move. “So big and perfect. No one’s ever been inside me except for you. My body belongs only to you.”

“Unfair,” he said, stroking my belly. “You know what you’re doing.”

“I’m just your virgin whore, Kess. Here to make you feel good.”

“Dirty boy.”

“But I’m so, so pure.” I squeezed the muscle tight, then rolled my hips. “I barely even knew the touch of a man before you.” I dropped my hands down to play with my nipples. “And here you are, teaching me everything I need to know.”

Grabbing my hips as a counterpoint, he thrust up, and my eyes nearly rolled back into my head.

“ Fuck .”

He chuckled. “There you are. Brat.”

“You’re getting so hard, Kess. Is that because you enjoy having a younger virgin bob up and down on your cock?” I asked, decadently lifting and lowering myself on him.

“Like you wouldn’t fucking believe.”

“Bet you can’t wait to see your cum dripping from this hole,” I said, repeating a hot line from one of my favorite romance novels.

His eyes darkened, and he punched up his hips, intensifying the sensation.

“Harder,” I demanded. “More.”

“Want me to fuck you like a little slut?”

I nodded, and all of a sudden I was pulled off him and thrown onto the bed.

“Hands and knees,” he commanded. I scrambled to obey and tilted my hips up at him, shaking my ass. He growled, took my hips, and slid inside. Far too carefully.

“I’m not made of glass, Kess. Fuck me like you want me.”

He didn’t need any further encouragement. Swinging his hips back, then thrusting them forward, he nailed that spot inside of me again and again and again.

“I like it when you act like a slut,” he said, leaning in to whisper in my ear. “But only for my cock.”

“Only you, Kess,” I promised, reveling in the heat at my back.

Just when I thought this couldn’t feel any better, he slid his hand, slick with lube, around to the front and began to jack me off in time with each thrust.

Jesus .

With every thrust, a different part of my body got in on the act. I could feel his rut in my lower belly, my prostate was throbbing, my hole stretching so deliciously that I could die a happy man, and my cock in his hand felt like a drug. Even with the perfect buildup, the orgasm hit me out of the blue, wrecking my mind as my body shook with the sudden release of pleasure.

I was making sounds even I hadn’t heard before, and his grunts grew more desperate. He cursed in my ear as he thrust and held, pulsing hot inside of me.

“I love you so much,” I cried out as the orgasm crested. “Fucking love you, Kess.”

“Mm, baby.” He wrapped me up in his arms. “I love you, too.”

We stayed in that position a few moments, allowing the orgasm to recede and reason to return. It didn’t take long for me to realize what I’d done.

I slowly looked behind me, barely able to meet his eyes. He winked.

“No take backs.”

“Shit.” I let my head hang between my arms. “I really do love you, though, Kess.”

“I know,” he said, his voice so gentle. “And I really love you, Rowdy.”

I was a mess, literally and figuratively, as he pulled away from me.

“Baby, you were right,” he said.

“I was?” I looked back to find him leering at my ass.

“I fucking love watching my cum drip from your hole.”

I moaned, realizing belatedly that there was a towel below us. When had he put that there? I jumped when Kess pressed a warm, wet cloth against my hole.

“Just cleaning you up, my love.”

When he was done, he took my hand and led me to the bathroom. We took turns using the facilities, then fell back into bed together.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” I said, shaking my head. “I was worried it wouldn’t feel as good, but...damn.”

Kess spooned me from behind. “I can believe it. But only because I can’t imagine you with anyone else.” His heavy breaths tickled my ear. “Only you.”

“Only you,” I repeated.

And that was the God’s honest truth. It could only ever be him.