31. Rowdy

31

ROWDY

Dawn threw her arms out wide. “Rowdy! I hear you’ve deflowered our Kess.”

Kess choked, and in a move I learned from Sadie, I shot him a glare hot enough to burn off his eyebrows.

“Somebody had to do it, and I was just the man,” I bragged, sharing a much softer, warmer look with Kess this time.

We were in the big house, as we’d started calling Emery and Woody’s place. I loved how the kitchen took up the back of the house; it felt like our own private family space. And yes, I included myself in Emery and Woody’s family.

“Hello? The front door was open,” Sadie said, and I could hear footsteps as she and Jaxon made their way to the back with the rest of us.

They appeared in the doorway, and...I swear that kid had already grown an extra inch.

“Wow, this is nice,” Jaxon said, looking around. “Not quite as fancy as the big kitchen over at the dude ranch, but it’s really?—”

Sadie elbowed him. “We don’t compare what people have.”

Sadie and Jaxon were already such a part of the dude ranch, it was hard to remember they hadn’t always been there. We’d seen it at the retirement party, and it was just as visible now.

“Did you get moved into the bunkhouse?” Kess asked, first giving Sadie a hug and then Jaxon.

While it had been super kind of Kit to give them a private space after everything went down, as soon as Sadie was on officially as the office manager, he’d talked to them about either staying where they were or moving into the bunkhouse. Obviously, it made more financial sense for them to free up the rental space, but Kit hadn’t wanted to push them out if they still needed a little more time.

“Yes, we did,” Sadie said, beaming. “I’ve never lived in a shared space before. I mean, yes, in an apartment building, but this is really nice,” she said, shaking her head. “Kit really knew what he was doing with the people he hired. It feels like Jaxon has all these big brother and uncle figures now.”

“And it doesn’t hurt that Lane is two doors down from us,” Jaxon said, grinning at his mom.

“Jaxon...”

“I know y’all are trying to take it slow, but you’re not fooling anyone.”

“Fine, we are seeing each other. But it’s...We’ve got to be careful because you and I need this place to stay.”

Jaxon pulled her in for a hug. “He’s a good man, Mom. And I know that if it doesn’t work out with y’all, he’ll still be a good man.”

She flushed and patted his arm. “When did you get so smart?”

“I’ve always been smart. You’re just now figuring it out.”

We laughed, and Stevie joined us. “All right, I’ve got the horses put away. And now I’m starving,” she said, taking off her cowboy hat.

She stopped short when she saw Jaxon. “Shit, you’re tall.”

“I’m Jaxon. And before you ask, I’m thirteen, and I’m six foot four.”

“I knew you’d grown an inch,” I accused him.

“Well, I’m thirteen and I’m five foot five,” Stevie said. “I like your bracelet. That’s aro-ace, right?”

“Sure is.” He pointed to her bracelet. “You’re a lesbian?”

“I think so.”

Jaxon held up his palm. “I think this means we’re natural allies.”

Stevie gave him a high five, laughing. “I could use an ally.”

I swallowed thickly and walked over to the refrigerator. As I opened it, I felt a presence against my back. Kess.

“Seeing them talk and become friends is emotional, isn’t it?” he whispered, kissing the edge of my ear.

I sniffled. “Shut up.”

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around my waist as I grabbed the jug of filtered water.

“No. I’m not gonna shut up. I love how you love the people in your life. Those two need support. They’re a little different, and they see the world differently than others do. Putting them together is like creating a bit of magic. And that’s all on you.”

“How do you know that’s what made me emotional?”

“I’ve been paying attention for a while now, Rowd. It’s one of the things I love best about you.”

He grabbed a glass for me and took the water jug, filling it. He returned the jug to the refrigerator and shut the door, then handed me the glass. I accepted the water and took a drink.

“Everything’s ready,” Dawn announced. “We’re doing it buffet style, so belly up to the bar and fix you a plate.”

We got in line, filled our plates, then shoved in around the large table. Several conversations were going on at once: Stevie’s newest crush, Dawn’s latest travel adventure, Sadie’s excitement about having her very own office, and Jaxon’s love of ranch life. Stevie also retold the decapitated horse head birthday cake saga, and Jaxon laughed so hard that a tiny piece of spaghetti flew out of his nose.

Kess wrapped his arm around my shoulders at one point, and I caught Woody’s eye. Em had wrapped his arm around Woody’s shoulders at the same time.

“We’re pretty damn lucky,” I said.

“Yep. The luckiest.”

Kess held my hand as we walked up to the cabin and did one final check on the animals. I knew he wanted to go over and pet every single one of them, just as much as I knew he was aware that would never work. He did figure out, however, that if he hung by the water trough and didn’t move, the animals would come up to him, and some would nudge him with their noses.

A Corsican sheep, who had come to us from a hunting ranch missing a horn, seemed to warm up to Kess more than anyone else and liked to rub the non-horn side of his head up against Kess’s hip.

“You are so proud of yourself for making a friend.”

“What can I say? I know how to handle the horny ones.”

“You did not just make that bad joke in front of me, did you? Have I taught you nothing?”

Kess laughed and walked over to me, planting a kiss on my lips as I topped off the feeder.

The Corsican nudged his ass, nearly pushing us to the ground.

“Hey, eat your dinner,” I said, waggling my finger at the damn sheep. “This one’s mine. Back off.”

“I am yours, aren’t I?” he asked, taking me by the hand.

“Yes. For as long you’ll let me have you.”

Kess walked me to the cabin and followed me inside.

“After we shower, would you mind playing a little guitar for me?” he asked, gesturing to the guitar in the corner.

“Happy to.”

The shower took a little longer than we expected, mostly because the second I’d rinsed the soap from my ass, he was spreading my cheeks and rimming me like it was his job. I, for one, was glad that we were way back here and no one could hear me scream.

Especially when he said I needed to learn patience and that he wasn’t going to let me come for a while. I should’ve never told him I liked the edging as much as I did.

After we toweled off, he strode across the space, completely naked and comfortable. He set up the pillows against the headboard as I grabbed the guitar. I sat cross-legged in between his legs and we adjusted until we were both comfortable, if still turned on.

“Play the song you wrote,” he demanded softly, rubbing his hands up and down my thighs.

I sat with my back against his chest and brought the guitar into position. With the rhythmic thump and strum technique, I sang the lyrics Woody had penned. He’d been surprisingly quick to say yes, and I appreciated his support.

Kess swayed with me as I played the tune, kissing my neck and bare shoulder as I did. I was turned on but so relaxed. I thought about what Stevie had said, that when I moved into Kess’s place, she would take the cabin over.

When she’d said it, neither of us objected. Kess and I were still early days, but we’d known each other for a while. I imagined what that life could look like, letting it color my words as I combined percussion and strumming in a song about the Texas Hill Country.

I let the last notes ring out, and Kess slid his arm across my chest, kissing the side of my face. “That was beautiful. That was so beautiful.”

He took the guitar, setting it on the floor, balancing it against the bedside table. He held me, kissing whatever exposed skin he could find, rubbing my chest, then my belly, before taking me in hand.

“Want me to continue what I was doing in the shower?” he asked, the smile audible in his voice.

“Yes, but I don’t like feeling like you’re away from me. Can we reposition a little? See if we can make it more personal?”

“Did you just ask if we could make rimming more personal?”

“Yes. You got a problem with that?”

He grinned. “Not at all. Maybe we can make it like a sixty-nine? I’ll lay back, and you can start us off by sitting on my face.”

I gulped. “Do you really want me to sit on your face?”

“Have you not seen how much I worship your ass? Of course I want you to sit on my face.”

Kess pushed me off to the side a little and stuck a pillow under his head as he lay face up. He looked so eager that it made me laugh. I carefully settled in above him, my knees on either side of his head.

“Oh fuck, yeah,” he moaned, pulling my ass cheeks apart. “Sit on me.”

I did as he asked, then his hands went to my hips, and he adjusted me into position. He started off with his nose on my hole as he sucked my balls. Then he tilted my hips and pushed his tongue inside me. I squealed and tipped forward.

“Too much?”

I shook my head and then got back into position.

“Just really intense. But I’ll get used to it.”

He pulled me down, smiling against my ass before tongue fucking me again. I was a mess, completely unable to process all the sensations he was giving me. I looked down at his gorgeous cock, a string of pre-cum connecting to his belly.

Then, of course, there were his nipples. Now that I’d seen a few more videos, I recognized that he must’ve worked his nipples over many times for them to be so stretched. I licked my fingers and pinched the fat nubs, pulling up on them. His feet went to the bed and his hips lifted, almost like he was so turned on that he was willing to fuck the air.

I was struggling to focus as his tongue found nerves I didn’t know I had. I’d never realized that you could fuck someone with your tongue like that. I pinched at his nipples again, and his cock jerked. The nails on my strumming hand were slightly longer, so I pressed the sharp edge into the sensitive flesh.

He shouted out against my hole, then whimpered when I did it again.

Pinching hard, I tugged his nipples in opposite directions, then leaned forward to lick the pre-cum off his cock head, using the stretch of my body to pull his nipples.

As much as I loved his tongue in my ass, I needed more. Much, much more.

“I’m going to sit on your cock,” I warned him.

He bit at the sensitive under shelf of my ass, then kissed each cheek. I reached into my bedside table and pulled out the lube, slicking his cock and my hole. I flipped around, then worked myself slowly, slowly down his shaft. I still wasn’t quite used to the size of him, or even the sensation of his cock inside of me, but I couldn’t wait to continue to get better at this.

I gave my hips a little test roll and opened up one eye to find him looking back at me with such intensity that I knew I was doing something right. I leaned forward and softly licked at his reddened nipples, keeping it light because two could play the edging game. His hand went to the back of my head, and I smacked it away.

“Be patient,” I warned him.

He winced again, a little sob escaping his throat.

I sucked him with barely enough pressure, delicately skating my fingertips across his other nipple.

“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he moaned.

I teased him for another moment or two, then switched it up, pulling one of his nipples into my mouth with as much suction as I could manage. He grabbed my hips and started thrusting up, frantic.

I continued sucking as hard as I could, finally pulling off with a pop. The nipple was red, swollen, and slightly stretched. I used my long thumbnail to scratch up one side and down the other as he nearly bucked me off.

“So sensitive,” I said, then leaned in for the other nipple.

The last few nights we had gone to bed with me delicately stroking his chest and nipples, talking through our day. I was shocked to find out that he didn’t have any toys, considering how much he loved having his nipples played with. He said that he didn’t get as much enjoyment with self-play and really liked it when someone else was in control of what was happening to his nipples.

I’d had an idea I was going to bring up with him later, but...maybe now was as good a time as any. Over on my bedside table, I had a range of hair ties, including the tiny elastics for the tiny braids I liked to add to my hair. I grabbed one, gave his abused nipple another delicious suck, then showed him the rubber band.

“May I?”

He swallowed heavily. “Please.”

Grasping the stretched nipple, I pulled it even farther away from his body, then slipped the small black rubber band over it, winding it around and around until it looked like a mini bondage scene with the black rubber stretching tightly over the straining pink flesh.

“Keep this on for a while. It’ll make your nipples bigger. More sensitive.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, his chest rising and falling dramatically.

“Yes?”

“Big yes. All of the yes.”

I laughed and attacked his other nipple, sucking on it and grazing it until it was just as stretched and angry looking as the first. I wrapped another tiny rubber band around this one, and his hips started to shift. I squeezed around the base of his shaft, and he moaned loudly. He resumed his upward thrusts, and I rolled my hips down, figuring out the timing.

I wet his nipples with my mouth, tonguing the baby elastics, and he stilled my hips, shouting as he thrust up one last time. As his orgasm was hitting, I reached down and snapped one of the rubber bands. Just slightly, just enough. He threw me to the side and lay on top of me, entering me again and again and again, stroking my cock as he did. I was dripping with his cum, and he was still going. Everything that had been building finally crested, and like a pressure release valve, I came hard, spilling cum between us.

He continued to root around inside of me as if chasing both of our orgasms. I sucked his nipple into my mouth, working my tongue over the rubber band until it came off in my mouth. I did it to the other nipple and Kess whimpered. His cock finally slipped from my body, and he lowered himself between my legs, kissing my thighs as he ran his thumb over my well-used hole.

“I have never enjoyed sex so much with another person,” he said, licking my cock clean as he pushed his own cum back into my body.

“Me either. And I can’t wait to do this with you again and again.”