Epilogue
Confidence Built from Love and Embers
Nine Months Later
Ender
No one can deny the fact that Gabe is a gorgeous man, but seeing him kneeling in front of me, wrapped in nothing but a thin rope that defines the curves of his muscles in all the right ways—he’s absolutely breathtaking.
The way the black contrasts against his tanned skin and pronounces the swell of his ass and pecs.
His hands rest on his thighs while his hard cock is out for everyone around the stage in the main room of the club to see.
I haven’t even touched him yet, and my balls are already tight.
Each time we come back to the club, my anxiety about being on display fades further. He doesn’t even have to ask me anymore—I’m usually the one suggesting we come here now.
Even though this is the result of him losing another bet against the Bruins—he’s lost a few this past season—this really isn’t a punishment.
My Blue is loving every second of this just as much as I am.
The mere thought of him driving us here with only a black trench coat over his roped body had me almost begging him to pull over and let me fuck him on the side of the road.
“What do you want to do with me, Bean?” His one-sided grin makes me want to ram my cock down his throat, but I have other plans for him.
I tug on the ropes around his shoulders—their aesthetic purpose, rather than binding, doing an incredible job—and pull him to his feet.
“Turn around.” His eyes light up as he obeys, most likely from the unexpected sternness in my tone.
“Hands on the railing,” I order him as my hands caress his body—across his shoulders, over the ropes, rounding his hips, and finally cupping his ass and firmly squeezing those perfect globes.
The goosebumps standing out on his skin along the way fill me with even more desire.
The club removed the typical bed and replaced it with a metal guardrail screwed to the stage, giving me the perfect setting.
Once his hands are in place, I brush my foot against his ankle, signaling for him to spread his legs.
He obliges with no hesitation, arching his back and a quiet hum falling from his lips.
His eagerness is so fucking arousing that I’m using all my willpower to refrain from rushing this.
I slide my fingers into his crease and firmly push on the buttplug I told him to wear all day.
Between the deep moan that comes from Gabe, and the wave of whispers and rustling of clothing falling to the floor around us, my dick is leaking more than ever.
When I drop to my haunches and move my fingers farther down over his taint to his balls, rolling them around before moving to his cock, I can’t help but sink my teeth into his ass cheek.
“Fucckk,” Gabe murmurs as he pushes his ass out even more for me.
I chuckle as I stroke him a couple times, using his precum to easily slide my hand along his shaft. “Attaboy, stick that ass up in the air for me.” I lovingly pat his hip when I stand up and rub my dick between his cheeks.
“Give me that fucking cock.” I’ve never heard my Blue whine before in bed. I didn’t know I’d love it as much as I just did.
“Anything for you,” I whisper in his ear, echoing his promise to me, as I work the buttplug free and drop it to the floor.
I lean down one more time and gather all the spit I can and let it fall slowly into his crease, watching his hole glisten with the wetness—a slight tremor of excitement briefly overtakes my body.
I regain my sense and upright myself again.
With his ass cheeks still spread, I line myself up with him, then grip his hip bones.
Gabe’s guttural groan as the thick steel of my Prince Albert pushes through the first ring of muscle, that only gets deeper with every inch I move, has me releasing a growl straight from my core.
I thrust forward in one fluid movement until my pelvis is flush with his skin and the onlookers’ sounds of pleasure join ours.
Gabe doesn’t waste time, pushing back against me, telling me in his own way he wants more—needs more.
I reach for his shoulders and pull him closer to me, lifting him slightly away from the bar.
Sliding my hands down until they’re able to wrap around his forearms, I grind into him and push forward while pulling his arms off the bar and toward me.
I admire the ropes along his arms and back muscles for a moment before I begin fucking him, hard and fast, just the way he likes it when we’re at the club.
The feral sounds from Gabe get louder with every snap of my hips, making me even more driven to fuck them out of him.
All the background noise in the room has faded away, leaving nothing but the sounds of our lust and desire for one another—Gabe and I together as one unit, just as it should be.
Without warning, Gabe’s muscles contract around my cock while he screams my name.
His ass tightens around me, choking my dick and bringing me to the precipice of pleasure.
I thrust into his body once, twice more before falling passionately over the edge with him, crashing like a wave finding its resting place on the shore.
He’s my shore, my place to rest, my peace, my home.
My Blue.