His eyes darkened at my words, a heady combination of fear and desire.
“I’m following your lead, Rowd,” I reminded him.
With his chest rising and falling rapidly, his fingers went to the button on his Wranglers. He looked down at what he was doing, then quickly unfastened them, as though he’d lose his nerve otherwise. He pushed his jeans down with his underwear until his angry cock, bouncing and dripping with need, sprung free.
Before I could reassure him we didn’t need to rush things, he spit out, “Fuckin’ do it, then.”
Without another word, I spun him so that his back met my front as I faced him toward a dark corner at the edge of his parking spot. Placing one hand over his heart, I sent the other down over the length of him, stroking his velvety shaft. He bucked against me, nearly silent.
I released his cock and held my palm under his mouth.
“Spit.”
He obeyed.
“Again.”
I then slicked his cock aggressively, theschlick-schlicksound echoing around us.
“Fuckshitfuck,” he slurred, melting against me. “More, Kess. Please.”
I tightened my grip, working him over, twisting my wrist, thumbing the ridge of his cock head as he fell apart in my arms.He wasn’t the only thing falling apart, though. My theories of what it meant to be demisexual were blown away with every wail and moan spilling from his lips.
He was loud and unrestrained, taffy in my hands. I slipped two fingers into his mouth to quiet him, and that seemed to turn him on even more. He suckled them like they were my cock, twisting his tongue over and between them as he punched his hips forward in time with every twisting stroke.
And that’s when the truth of the matter hit me square inside my chest. This wasn’t just a deep connection. This wasn’t simply trust born of a strong friendship. Everything he said today spoke to revulsion at the thought of casual sex. This was the opposite of revulsion.
Despite our often unserious banter, and the fact that he’d straight up lied to me, Rowdy would never be this turned on and tuned in unless?—
Jesus.
Was Rowdy actually in love with me? And how long had he felt that way?
My mind, unbidden, returned to the long-held hopes and dreams of a family.
Fuckingwayahead of yourself there, bud.
I couldn’t help it, though. I cradled him as if he were precious while aggressively pulling every pleasure I could from his body. At the same time, my life was being blown apart and put together again with every sharply drawn inhale.
19
ROWDY
“This feel good, baby?”Kess breathed into my ear as he continued to work me over. “You like it when I fuck you with my hand?”
“Uh-huh,” I whined around his fingers, an entire mess.
I had never once, not ever, been taken apart like this. The most I’d ever gotten from other men were furtive, almost resentful hand jobs after I’d done my best to please them. I couldn’t ever tell if it was because they were selfish or because I was bad at sexy stuff.
I was starting to think it hadn’t been me at all because this was...holy fuck. This was not that. Kess saw that I wanted his hands on me and gave me everything I never knew I always needed. His heat against my back, his hand on my cock with just the right mix of slick and rough.
I had never heard the sounds coming out of my face. There was so much joy in this pleasure. I had zero shame in what he was so freely giving to me, and I couldn’t help but express it.
A part of me wanted to slow down, to make it last a little longer, but it finally occurred to me we were in a parking garage. Austin might be a progressive city, but it wasn’tthatprogressive.
“I need your lips, beautiful,” Kess whispered, slipping his fingers from my spit-slick mouth.
I looked over my shoulder, and he took me in a kiss. Fuck, I was already there.
