29. Rowdy

29

ROWDY

After dropping off Sadie and Jaxon, I sent a text to Woody, thanking him for setting up things with Kit. He brushed off the gratitude and mentioned that he’d also fed and watered the animals for me, which may have made me a bit teary-eyed.

A few minutes later, we pulled into Kess’s garage and got out of the truck.

“You don’t have to stay with me if you need to decompress in your own space, but...”

“I don’t wanna be anywhere else.”

Kess’s smile, so soft and genuine, made my chest go warm. In all of this madness, we’d exchanged I love you s. I was quickly discovering that, while I could listen to him tell me he loved me for years to come, nothing beat the sensation of seeing proof positive that he did, in fact, love me as much as I loved him.

It was tempting to ask for reassurance because it was easy to assume that someone so handsome and wealthy, and with so much of his life together, wouldn’t be interested in someone like me. And yet, even when I reached for that feeling of insecurity, I couldn’t find it. I saw it in what he did for me, the way he took on this thing with Jaxon, calling his friends to help him figure out how to get Jaxon released.

Sure, he did that for Jaxon and Sadie, but he mostly did it for me.

“You look like you’re thinking a lot of thoughts over there,” Kess murmured, putting his arm around me before hitting the button to close the garage door.

“A lot’s happened in the last twenty-four hours,” I admitted, looking into his caring eyes.

“It has. And as much as I can’t wait to explore things with you, I’m probably going to want to take a nap as soon as we get inside.”

“Me too. Is it wrong that there’s nothing else in the world I’d rather do than sleep in bed with you?”

“Nothing wrong with that at all. It’s one of my favorite things to do, too.”

I flushed, and he paused in the walkway between the house and the garage, cupping my jaw as he pulled me in for a soft kiss.

“I know a lot of this is new to you, but I want you to know that this is new to me, too. I have never, ever felt this way about anyone. You are so amazing and special and beautiful.”

I blinked, wiping away the tears. “Shut up.”

He chuckled. “Never. I’m never going to stop telling you how much I love you. Now that I’ve got you in my arms? Prepare to be sick of me.”

“Did you just quote TikTok?”

“Probably.”

We laughed, and he let us into the house, then took me by the hand and practically dragged me to his bedroom. We got down to our boxers and slipped into bed. There was something so sensual about his size, the warmth of his skin against mine, knowing that he was a little older, a little wiser.

More than anything, I felt protected. Woody, of course, had always watched after me, but I’d never been protected like this by an intimate partner. Based on how Kess stepped up for my friends, he was a man who would jump in front of a bullet for me.

I snuggled into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around me, then settled his leg over mine, cocooning me in his warmth. Seconds later, sleep took me under.

I’d been up for ten minutes already, and I needed to check in with Sadie, but I was still wrapped up in Kess’s body, and I couldn’t pull myself away just yet.

I wanted to laugh because it turned out that my sexy, elegant, sweet boyfriend snored. Currently, he was blowing my hair across my face, and I had to bite my tongue more than once.

“Are you laughing?” he asked, his voice gravelly.

“I was trying not to.”

“What’s so funny?”

I kissed his chest. “You snore like it’s Christmas time and you’ve got the only chainsaw for miles.”

“Oh man,” he said, turning bright red. “I usually sleep on my back with my head elevated so it’s not so bad.”

“Well, if it’s between sleeping on your back with no snoring and snuggling me with snoring, I know exactly which one I would choose.”

“Shut up.”

“That’s my line.”

He squeezed me till I squawked, then pushed me back on the bed and kissed me until my eyes glazed over. I rubbed his chest, my fingers accidentally grazing his nipple. He inhaled sharply, pressing his forehead against mine.

I grazed the nipple again. Another sharp inhale.

“You like that?”

He nodded. “A lot. I love having my nipples played with.”

Feeling a little empowered, I leaned in and swiped my nose against the sensitive bud. “What would you like me to do with your nipples?”

A deep rumble from the center of his chest shook me.

“Tell me.”

“Anything with a hint of pain,” he finally said.

I drew back from him. “Pain?”

“Yes. Not a lot, not torturous or anything. But...” He looked sheepish. “My favorite is...”

“Wait, are you actually embarrassed to tell me what you like?” I said, coming up on my elbows. “You’re the one teaching me everything new.”

“I know. And maybe because you’re new...I don’t wanna overwhelm you. And I’m not sure how you’ll take it, to be honest.”

That gave me pause. Never once with him had I felt genuinely self-conscious. Maybe initially, but he always did something with his eyes and his mouth that let me know that what I wanted was safe.

Surely I could do the same.

“I’ll take it just fine. I wanna know,” I said, giving him my sassiest look.

He lit up. “Oh, so you’re Rowdy the second you wake up. Even pre-coffee.”

“Always.”

“Fine.” Kess considered me and took a deep breath. “It’s almost easier to say what I don’t like, which is anything extreme. But my favorite thing is very simple...I like to have my nipples sucked, and, if your teeth should so happen to graze them or”—he took a deep breath—“nip them? I wouldn’t complain.”

Honestly, that sounded super easy to me. So, I leaned in and took his nipple into my mouth. I sucked lightly, pulling it with my teeth.

“Fuck, baby,” he said, stretching the nipple even more with his deep inhales and slow exhales.

I sucked a little harder, just to see, and he arched underneath me.

Oh, this could be very, very dangerous.

I moved to the other nipple and got the same reaction. His hand came up to the now-free nipple, and I batted it away.

“Mine,” I said, then went back to sucking one nipple while playing with the other.

It didn’t take me long to figure out that he liked to have his nipples stretched and pinched, and that his version of grazing involved more pressure than I would have originally guessed. I hadn’t even touched his cock, but it tented his boxers, the dripping head peeking out of the slit.

I wondered exactly how turned on I could get him without even touching him down there. I sucked harder, accidentally making a slurping sound, like a baby nursing. I laughed at myself, but then when I met his eyes, I could see he really, really liked that too.

Hmm.

I made another yummy nursing sound, and his eyes sharpened, growing darker as his hand came to the back of my head. His look was demanding, even as he gently pressed me tighter against his chest. I blinked at him, sweet and dirty, roughly thumbing the other nipple as I sucked. I was playing, but the low grunting in the back of his throat was no joke.

I lightly bit on the swelling nub, lashing it with my tongue.

“Harder.”

I intensified the suction and bit down, slow and firm, pinching the other nipple with equal pressure. Shifting awkwardly, he pulled his boxers down enough to free his cock. I reached for it, using my thumb to spread the pre-cum over his sensitive head.

“ Baby ,” he said, desperate and writhing. “I need your mouth on me.”

Remembering something Skylar once told me, I slowly, so slowly, pulled away, stretching the nipple with my teeth before letting it go.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.

Kess practically choked on his tongue, and a fat drop of pre-come slid down the back of his cock. I stroked it up and over his cock head.

“ Please .”

I leaned in and took his cock in my mouth, sucking away the pre-cum, sending my fingers to his damp nipple as I made the same nursing sounds on his cock.

“Jesus, that’s so dirty, sweet boy. Keep doing it.”

I loved that I could make him feel like this.

“Teeth,” he choked out. “Lightly,” he added quickly.

I nursed harder, letting my teeth rest carefully on his shaft.

“I’m gonna come.”

I went deeper while pinching his nipple hard, and he thrust up, gagging me as he came. I held on and adjusted, teasing him with the lightest bite before drinking down his cum. He thrust and thrust and thrust, and I let him know with moans and more sucking sounds how much I wanted him to enjoy this.

Finally, he whimpered, and I released him softly. He thrashed about a bit, so I knelt between his spread legs as he lay out before me like a god. He dropped his head back on the pillow.

“Holy fuck,” he said, breathing heavily.

“I did okay?” I asked, running my hands up and down his thighs, enjoying the hair under my palms.

He blinked, then raised his head to look at me. I grinned, enjoying the fucked-out look on his face, and was entirely unprepared when he sat up straight, grabbed me by my shoulders, and pushed me down, my head landing on the foot of the bed.

“Kess—”

He cut me off with a deep, searching kiss, filling my senses with his tongue, the heat of his body, everything.

“You are so fucking sexy. Where did you learn that?”

My eyes widened. “I don’t know, I was just following your lead.”

“I’m not accusing you of anything, baby,” he said, kissing me all over again. “I don’t even like daddy play, and...Fuck. You made me come so hard with that one word.”

I grinned even as he continued kissing me. “I’m good at sex?”

“You’re a fucking magical being at sex. A natural-born nymph.”

“But did it bother you that I said that?”

He shook his head. “We’re never going to have a dynamic like that, but...You fucking nursed my cock with those obscene sounds. And now I’m going to return the favor.”

He took a second to lube up his fingers, then pressed my knees up to my chest. He pushed two fingers inside of me, stretching me as he sucked on my taint. I nearly arched off the end of the bed, but he held me in place with a firm grip on one of my shoulders while his fingers slid deeper, and he sucked in one ball, then moved to the other.

His actions were fast and brutal in the best way. Just as I was about to lose my mind, he finally took my cock in his mouth. I cried out. He added a third finger, working them until he was going after my prostate like it had offended him. My hips were scooping and tilting side to side, and I couldn’t tell if I wanted to get away from the overwhelming sensation or drown in it.

I must’ve decided to drown because I forgot how to breathe. I ended up with my head over the end of the bed, the blood rushing between my skull and my cock. I started babbling nonsense—the only word I was capable of was his name.

“Kess. Oh my God, Kess.”

The orgasm exploded through me, as if he had drawn it from the very core of my being. It gave me a little pleasure to hear him gag and struggle to keep up in the same ways that I had. The orgasm subsided, and he dragged me fully back onto the bed and kissed me again, sharing my cum with me. I’d definitely never experienced that before and loved that it was so filthy.

I didn’t know I could enjoy being filthy.

Then again, Kess was the only person I’d ever felt safe enough with to explore that side of myself.