Rowdy & Keo

“you brought sunlight back into my life”

Rowdy

I spin Keo around again, making her dress flare, the tiny white flowers catching the silver lighting. She laughs, filling my chest with so much light and hope it aches. I pull her in close again, savoring her spicy perfume and the perfect curves of her body as we dance.

I’m so in love with this woman.

I slide my hands to her hips and she arches a little closer to me, the heat between us like a physical thing. Alive and vibrant. Irresistible.

She rocks with me and wraps one arm around my waist. Her soft lips brush the edge of my jaw, and then her needy sigh brushes past my ear. I press my hand to the small of her back, eliminating that final inch between us. The music might be keeping the beat, but it’s Keo’s body I’m tuned into. Her softness, her strength, her scent.

“They sound amazing tonight,” Keo says, her lips grazing the slope of my neck. The sensation sends a heat prickle shooting down my spine.

“Mmm,” I hum into her hair. I spin her around so her back is to my front, and cradle her hips. From up on the stage, Boxcar Doves has nearly everyone singing along, and everyone’s dancing. It’s been such a joy to watch their music grow with them, and to have our families here to share it.

I kiss the tender place behind Keo’s ear, sucking just a little. She tastes of honey with a hint of salt from the dancing and the warm night. She presses back into me, her perfect ass grinding against the semi I’ve been sporting since she came down the stairs in this dress and a pair of red cowboy boots—the ones that drive me crazy.

She sucks in a breath as I kiss closer to her ear, and it takes everything I have not to let my hands wander. I never used to be the kind of guy who kissed my girl in public, but Keo changed all of that. Now I hold her hand when we walk the streets of Finn River and laugh with her like nobody’s watching. I want everyone to know she’s mine.

Slowly, I kiss down the curve of her neck, past the halter strap to her bare shoulder, pressing my lips to one of my favorite places. She’s so strong here from her long hours painting and tanned from our adventures in the mountains. She reaches back to run her fingers through my hair, her breaths coming faster.

I spin her around and she circles her arms around my neck. Our lips touch in a slow, sweet kiss, both of us lingering while Charlotte and Morgan’s final chord hangs in the air for the sweetest fraction of a second before raucous applause fills the bar. But I’m lost to the sensual press of Keo’s mouth on mine and the need ratcheting up inside me.

I cradle her face and kiss her again, savoring the desire coiling up through me for another moment. Kissing her is the sweetest, most delicious promise, one I never get tired of.

Keo hums into my mouth and slides her hands into the back pocket of my jeans. When she kisses me back, she teases me with a sultry little flick of her tongue. With a groan, I caress down her body.

“Can we get out of here?” Keo says, breaking away a little breathless.

With a soft laugh, I press a kiss her forehead, holding her close for another instant before I slip her hand in mine and lead her for the door.

I open her door for her, but she puts her hands around my neck again and kisses me, her soft, wet tongue tangling with mine. Groaning into her mouth, I comb slowly through her silky curls. We kiss again, our bodies pressed so close I can feel her chest expand with her quickening breaths.

I lift her by the back of her thighs and set her on the edge of the seat, then caress my way up, sliding beneath the hem of her dress. She’s so soft here, so perfect.

“Rowdy,” Keo breathes, arching her body, seeking friction against my jeans.

“You need me now, don’t you, sunshine?” I ask before kissing her again.

She whimpers. Her tongue glides past mine in a deep, desperate kiss.

I glide up the inside of her thigh and brush my thumb up her center, expecting silky fabric, but instead—

“Where the fuck are your panties?” I say, my tone edging toward a growl.

“I didn’t wear them,” she says in a rush.

“Jesus,” I grit out. Part of me wants to make her pay for this little secret, and the other part wants to devour her for it. I decide she gets both.

In one quick motion, I reach up and flick off the dome light, plunging us into darkness.

“Lay back,” I say, and urge her a little further back into the cab.

“What?” she asks with a soft laugh. “What are you…?”

I ruck the hem of her dress, exposing her glistening pussy, and rub her up and down with the pad of my thumb. She’s so wet and plush, it’s making me crazy that she’s been bare all fucking night. “I’m doing exactly what you asked for. Now be a good girl and do as you’re told.”

“What if someone sees?”

I circle her hard little clit. “Do you really care?”

She traps her plush bottom lip between her teeth and shakes her head.

I bend one knee and prop the heel of her boot so she has leverage, and kiss down her inner thigh, sucking on her skin just enough to make it sting. A reward for her bravery and a reminder that she asked for this.

She leans back on her elbows and lets her head drop, arching up to me. “Ohhh,” she sighs.

I savor the way she’s squirming to get more friction, more pressure from my thumb. As long as I live, I will never get tired of touching her and pleasuring her. Being the source of her desire is the greatest, most incredible gift. One I will never take for granted.

I push more fabric up and wrap my lips around her, teasing her clit with a soft flick of my tongue. Fuck, she tastes good. Like ripe lemons and sunshine. Like mine.  

Keo sucks in a gasp and arches her back.

I glide two fingers inside her plush heat and caress her with my tongue. I start slow, pumping in and out of her just the way she likes while caressing with my mouth. I focus more and more on her clit, flicking and circling, adding just enough pressure that she starts to rock with me.

“Rowdyohmygod,” she groans, her fingers flying to my hair.

I drink in the trust she’s putting in me to care for her and keep her safe. That we could share something so intimate and playful fills me with the most intense feeling. It’s that deep, bright love that’s been growing inside me since those first moments we shared. But it’s deeper and richer than that. It’s respect and awe and freedom and joy. So much joy.  

Her fingers tighten in my hair as I suck and circle, my fingers curling inside her until she’s breathing in quick, desperate gasps and so lost to her release that she’s forgotten where we are or who might catch us out in the open.

I graze her clit with the edge of my teeth, and she gives a sharp, desperate cry. I slip my wet fingers past her lips.

“Suck, baby. Show me how hungry you are.”

She wraps her lips around my fingers, her muffled cries vibrating my bones while her hips buck against my mouth. By the time she’s come down I’m so hard that my jeans feel like they’re going to rip at the seams.

She starts laughing, and I can’t help but laugh too. We’re ridiculous, but I don’t give a fuck. I help her get situated in her seat but before I close her door, I take her face in my hands and kiss her. She hums into my mouth, our tongues swirling and teasing in a lusty, slow dance.

Pulling away is difficult, but I leave her with, “Just for that panties prank, you’re going to warm my cock while I drive.”

Her eyes go wide.

Once I’m behind the wheel, she gives me a wicked little smile. She rubs up my thigh, then over my jeans.

I have to grit my teeth. Even over several layers of fabric, her touch is electric. Or maybe I’m just picturing her bent over the nearest surface the minute I can get her inside the house.

She flips open my buckle, the clatter of metal adding to the anticipation.

With one eye on the road ahead, I grip her at the nape of her neck and bring her close for a kiss. And then she pulls away and frees my cock. The second her mouth closes around my crown, I groan, pressing back into the seat.

“That’s it, gorgeous,” I grit out as she takes me deeper, sucking with her plush soft lips.

With my free hand, I comb through her hair and clutch some in my fist. The strands are silky and warm and thick.

She moves slowly up and down, her head bobbing. I urge her on a little, and she whimpers. We’ve been experimenting lately, so I know how much she loves me feral. I also know how hard she’s going to come when I get inside her.

“Keo, baby,” I say on a groan as she moves up and down, her lips tight and hot. She’s also stroking and caressing my root with her fingers, the wetness from her mouth dripping onto my balls. The fact that she’s making a mess and doesn’t care is shredding my control.

“Your mouth is fucking perfect,” I grit out.

She hums again, slurping a little as she moves faster.

I’m not going to last much longer if she keeps this up.

I carefully turn down her long driveway. Thank God we had it graded recently so there’s no bumps. “As much as I’d love nothing more than to fill this pretty mouth of yours, I have plans for you.”

I put the truck in park and she gently eases off me, licking her lips. She gives me a wicked grin. “Lucky me.”

I tuck myself away but I’m too hard to get my jeans fully zipped, so I leave the button and belt undone. “We’ll see how you feel about that tomorrow.”

Her eyes flash with anticipation. “What’s tomorrow?”

“When you won’t be able to walk.” I jump down and stride to her side of the truck, but instead of helping her down, I grab her by the waist and hoist her over my shoulder.

She squeals in delight and though she squirms against me, I know it’s because she’s excited for that promise I just made.

I march up the steps and unlock the door.

“Rowdy!” She giggles. “Where are you taking me?”

I slam the door shut with my heel and lock the deadbolt, then stride to the kitchen table. The soft lamp from the living room casts a warm glow, but thanks to the darkness outside, the big windows act like one giant mirror.

I set her on her feet and spin her around, so she can see us in the reflection. Her eyes go wide.

“Put your hands on the table and bend over for me.”

Her mouth drops open and her eyes go wide. Laughing, she complies.

I flip up the hem of her dress and caress up the side of her thigh and across both bare ass cheeks. She’s so soft here, so perfect. I take my time touching her everywhere but where she needs me.

She arches her back, and with the boots on, it tips her ass and hips just right.

“Rowdy.” It comes out like a plea and a growl all at once, like she’s more desperate than she’s let on.

I tsk at her. “You need to learn some patience.”

She wags her hips, temping me. “I don’t want to have patience. I want to be fucked.”

I give her right cheek a playful, firm crack with my palm. Then immediately caress her wet, soft pussy from behind.

She sucks in a gasp and clenches her thighs together. “Rowdy ohmygod.”

I give her another slap, and this time, she whimpers. “Yes, oh.”

She’s trembling now.

I caress and stroke her from behind. “Is that why you’re bare under this dress? You want me to lose my fucking mind?”

“Is it working?”

I tap the other ass cheek, and she drinks in a needy gasp.

“Yes,” she finally says, panting. “I love it when you get bossy.”

“Good girl,” I praise, and soothe the pink mark blooming on her skin. I thrust two fingers inside her plush heat, and a tremor rattles down both of her thighs.

She folds onto her forearms and drops her head. Her breaths are fast and ragged.

I slip my jeans and briefs down and give my aching cock a slow tug while caressing her ass, soothing away the sting.

“Eyes on me, love,” I command.

Her gaze snaps up, and the tenderness and raw need in her gaze cracks me open.

I notch at her entrance, then arch against her, pressing inside her tight heat. Cradling her waist, I thrust, going slow enough so she has enough time to adjust, but firm enough that she gets what she needs. Her body trembles as she takes me.

“Take a breath,” I coax, caressing up her hip to her lower back.

She complies; our gazes still locked in the reflection.

I rock back then into her again, filling every inch of her. In the glass, her face tenses with desire and her breaths are ragged. She arches her back and whimpers, her fingers curling around nothing on the wood surface.

I rock that final inch, filling her completely, and hold us there for a moment, my cock throbbing so deep inside her.

“You feel so good,” I grit out.

She moans, her body fluttering around me.

I cradle her left hip and stroke her everywhere with my right as I start to thrust slow but firm, paying attention to her sighs and the rhythm of her breaths. Being tuned into her needs fills me with the most pleasant kind of satisfaction. The kind I crave when we’re apart. I love that she’s so independent, so capable, but I love when she lets me care for her, when she lets me lead. It’s a special kind of trust to be loved by a woman who has learned through hardship to only rely on herself. It’s powerful, and lasting.

I move faster, the sound of slapping skin filling the space.

Keo closes her eyes, her mouth open as she gasps her breaths, bracing off the table. “Yes, Rowdy, oh….”

I move faster, harder, caressing around her thigh to touch her where she needs me. I circle her clit with just enough pressure until she’s squeezing me so tight I have to focus on my breathing so I don’t explode.

“Give it to me, sweetheart,” I say. It comes out sharp, but beneath it is a plea because I’m hanging by a thread.

“Rowdy!” she cries, followed by a series of sharp cries that ring in my ears like a song I want on repeat for the rest of my life. Her body flutters around me as I thrust and stroke her. When she folds forward, breaths heaving, I cradle her waist and slow down so I can feel everything.

“That was incredible,” I say, driving firm and deep.

Panting, she glances up at our reflection. “Your cock is incredible.”

I laugh, but inside, I’m pumping my fist in victory. “Oh yeah?” I thrust again, and she groans. “What’s so incredible about my cock, sweetheart?”

“It’s exactly what I need.”

My release is starting to tingle at the base of my spine, and my next thrust is hard enough to make her gasp. “You’re what I need.”

“Oh.” She sucks in another breath. “Yes. Just like that.”

I move a little faster. “You going to come again?”

“I think, I….” She stops to pant. “Harder.”

I comply, rocking her back into me as I thrust, firm, and she tightens around me.

Fuck. “You like being bent over this table for me?”

“Yes.”

“Getting me so turned on all I can think about is being inside you?”

“Yes.”

My fingers dig into her waist as we rock, the snap of skin turning impossibly loud.

Keo tucks her elbows in and her eyes squeeze shut. I can feel her climax rising in the way she’s breathing and how hard she’s bracing off the table.

She comes again, crying out as I pound into her, taking everything I’m giving her and begging for more. I can’t hold back anymore, my release hitting me like the sweetest drug, bright and full. I hold her there as I pulse inside her, my breaths heaving.

I fold over her and press a kiss to her shoulder, savoring the salt on her skin as we both come down. And then I carefully withdraw and lift her sated, limp body into my arms.

“Come here, baby,” I say, and kiss her gently. “I want to hold you.”

She gives me a lazy smile. “Shower first? We’re sticky.”

I laugh. “As you wish.”

She laughs. “For as much as I like you bossy, I like you sweet too.”

“I love you,” I tell her, my eyes locked on her gorgeous face.

She caresses my jaw and her eyes flutter closed as she kisses me softly. “I love you back.”

Before we can get carried away, I tug my jeans and briefs up and carry her up the stairs. She sighs in contentment. “This has been the best day. Think we can top it tomorrow?”

I kiss her forehead. “It’s worth a try.”

She gives a contented sigh. “I like the sound of that.”

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