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.”
26
KESS
We putourselves back together and washed up at the kitchen sink, with Rowdy shyly looking over at me.
“What’s this look?” I asked as I dried my hands.
He dipped his head, then took the towel from me. “That was really, really hot.”
“The texting?”
“All of it. Especially when you came up behind me...”
I flushed. “Wasn’t sure if that was too pushy?—”
“It wasn’t,” he assured me, then looked down again. “I kinda like bossy Kess.”
I chuckled and wrapped him up in my arms. “And I kinda like sex fiend Rowdy.”
He pushed at my chest but didn’t leave the circle of my arms. “Shut up.”
Still clinging to one another, we made our way from the kitchen down into the living room. I aimed toward the deep, high-backed sectional, dropping into the corner before pulling Rowdy down with me. He grumbled about being manhandled, but I didn’t believe him for a second. Especially when, after I’d leaned against the cushions and stretched out my legs, he settledagainst me and pulled my arm around him while nudging my leg over his.
“Sorry, I just?—”
“I’m super comfortable and I love holding you, Rowd. No apologies necessary.”
“Okay.”
We stayed like that for a while, comfortable in the silence. This was Rowdy I was holding, though, and I had to give him at least a little shit about what we’d just done together.
“So,” I said, cupping his soft cock and balls over his jeans, “are all demisexuals this feral when they find their person, or is that just a Rowdy thing?”
“Shut up.” He smacked my arm, then gripped it tight as he pushed his junk into my hand. “Though...I like thinking of you as my person.”
“I do, too.” I kissed the top of his head. “And I like thinking of you as feral for me.”
“I don’t mean to be needy?—”
“Eh,” I said, sharply cutting him off. “That was just dirty talk on my part. Wanting something is not the same as being needy, Rowd. And needing something isn’t bad.”
“Okay.”
After a few more beats of silence, I said, “I also liked that you asked for what you wanted. I hope you’re okay with me wanting to wait before going all the way.”
Rowdy took a moment to answer, and I hoped I hadn’t overstepped.Maybe I should’ve fucked him up against the counter?
