Epilogue | Brad
“Ow!” Noah’s muffled laughs ripple against the sheets.
“Does that really hurt or are you just being a baby again?” I ask, sliding my finger under the knot at his ankle to ease it a fraction. They cannot be that tight. I’ve made sure of it.
A little laugh sounds from his chest and I roll my eyes, even though I want to laugh too.
“Noah.” I smack his ass, watching him clench around the plug’s base.
“Mmmph—” he groans, bucking his hips. I watch his toes curl as he shudders. That must’ve felt nice.
I feel like I’ve been dreaming of this moment for forever. We may be in one of the most gorgeous places I’ve ever been in my life, but seeing him spread out like this for me on the soft linen sheets in this hotel room—I couldn’t ask for a better view.
I run my hand down his back, feeling every crevice and ridge of the muscles in his back. His skin feels so warm from the Hawaii sun. His back, covered with little freckles, looks just like the ones covering the bridge of his nose.
He looks like an angel.
Even when I have him spread out sinfully like this.
“Answer me seriously. Does this hurt?” I give the rope at his left ankle a careful tug, checking where it’s fastened to the bedpost.
Noah shakes his head, relaxing his body. “No,” he answers softly.
“No?”
I smack him again, loving the way his bound hands scrabble desperately for something to hold.
He coughs, his body twinging to the sting. “No, sir.” He gasps, grinding his hips into the bed.
I bite my lip as I smooth out the sting with a soft rub of my palm.
“I didn’t expect you to cave so quickly. I thought you enjoyed being bad.” I grip onto his ass cheek, spreading it as I push the plug in deeper before dragging it out. Little circular motions, making sure I’m easing him open gently.
Groaning, his hips twitch in response. Unable to reach out and touch me is probably driving him mad. I know how much he loves it. But, he loves having no control even more.
I’ll happily continue giving him whatever he wants. For as long as he’ll have me.
“I need you inside of me, sir,” he begs, grinding against the bed harder now.
I stand up from the bed, stroking my cock as I watch his needy gaze follow me. “The way he watches me gives me a thrill I’ll never understand. The power that flows through me is overwhelming.
I reach out, brushing his sweat-slicked hair off his forehead so I can see more of his glossy eyes.
I love this. Teasing him. Working him up slowly. I can tell he’s at the brink but he’s holding on so well. He’s been doing such a great job waiting for me.
Slowly, I crawl onto the bed, making sure my cock is in front of his face. “Open for me,” I say, quietly.
He looks up at me with anticipation in his eyes. Ready for whatever I have to give him. “Yes, sir,” he whispers.
Gliding my slick tip along his glistening lips, I take this moment to soak in how good it feels to have him wrapped up for me.
“There you go,” I say, shifting his hair out of his eyes. “Let me see that pretty tongue of yours,”
Licking his lips, he slides his tongue out of his mouth. I suck in a breath at the visual he’s giving me. I love him like this. Looking at me like I’m his favorite dish. His needy, sparkling eyes, ready for any command. I’m so done for.
I can’t hold back any longer.
I push myself into his mouth and he opens up for me, happily.
His slick, pierced tongue sends a fresh shiver up my spine.
I hold onto the wooden headboard to balance myself even though all I want to do is crumble around him.
Without a way to hold on to me, he struggles to keep me inside his mouth.
I hold my base, helping him swallow me whole as I slide softly into his mouth.
“Jesus, Noah.” My voice comes out shaky and hoarse as I try to hold myself back from going full throttle. “This mouth is mine,” I say, burying my cock further into his mouth. I wrap my hand around his neck so I can feel myself filling his throat.
“Mmmph,” he moans. The vibrations climbing up my cock. The sensation makes my eyes roll back as my body trembles.
It should be illegal to feel this good.
Deep muffled groans from us both fill the room as he continues pumping me with his gorgeous lips. He flicks his tongue over me, which almost does me in.
As soon as I feel myself getting too close, I take myself out and move off the bed.
“No. Where are you going!?” he pants, straining his neck to keep me in his eyesight. “Come back.”
“I’m not leaving you.” I smile. His neediness is something I love the most about him. He wants me just as bad as I want him. I take his hips in my hands as I get into position behind him.
He hums out a happy moan as he sinks into my touch.
“Mmm, okay. Good.” He smiles, peacefully.
Slipping the plug out of his ass, I watch mesmerized as his hole remains open for me, slowly closing, ready for the taking. It’s already slicked with lube, but I add to the mix, pouring a line of my spit along his rim and pushing it in with my fingers.
Noah tenses. “Mmmm,” he whimpers.
“Your ass grips my fingers so tight,” I mutter, intentionally padding my fingers against his soft spot.
He squirms, showing me just how desperate he truly is.
I run my free hand down his back, feeling his warm, soft, skin. “Are you ready for me?”
He nods his head. “Yes. Please. I need you,” he says softly, his hands reaching in and out.
“I need you too,” I murmur, the weight of it swelling in my chest.
As I edge my dick at his rim, I’m reminded of why being with him feels so different to anyone that has ever come before.
Noah and I connect on a level that goes beyond touch or words. He knows me in ways I don’t always know myself. That feeling of being fully seen without showing, and fully understood with explaining, is indescribable. With him, I don’t have to think or pretend.
We just…are.
I squeeze his hips in my hands as I slowly guide myself in. He gasps at the intrusion, burying his face into the pillows. “Shit. F-fffuck yes,” he coughs out. His hands open and close into fists, unable to hold onto anything.
Slowly inching myself in, I take my time making sure his body gets comfortable. I know he can take it, but I’m not just going slow for him. He’s not the only one that’s been edging.
“We’re going for three this time,” I say, bottoming out,
“You’re trying to kill me,” he laughs softly, straining against his ties as I thrust in again.
“You’re going to give me what I want,” I say, squeezing his hips. “Just like you always do, don’t you?”
He groans, clenching around me. “God, yes. I will. I’ll be such a good boy,” he moans, slapping against me.
I pick up the pace until I’m bouncing him against my thighs as I take and take.
His feet scramble on either side of me, trying to find some grip, but the ties make it useless. He’s completely at my free use.
I climb over him, so I bury myself deeper. I feel his whole body tense as he opens to my new position.
A low whimper slips out of him, as I’m sure I’ve hit his favorite spot.
I slow my pace, almost to a full stop as I lower to his ear. “Tell me, baby. Tell me what it is that you want,” I pant.
“I—I need,” he stammers.
“Tell me,” I tease, slowly dipping myself in and out, feeling the pressure rise inside of me.
“Harder. Fuck—I need you to fuck me hard—”
Before he can finish his sentence, I’m ramming into him fully, soaking in his sounds as he cries out in pleasure.
“Shit, I’m gonna—”. As soon as I see his hands close in firm fists, I quickly reach out and undue his ties around his wrists as fast as I can.
“On your knees,” I order, sitting him on my lap as he wraps his arm behind my neck, latching on like an anchor. With his back against my chest, I drape my hand around his waist, fisting his cock and stroking him hard as I keep thrusting into him.
“Holy shit, holy—-” he gasps. Mesmerized, we both watch amazed as long ropes of cum spurt out of his dick like a fountain, painting the sheets in front of us.
“That’s it, baby. I’ve got you.” I soothe. I continue stroking him as he shivers against me, watching himself be jerked through the aftershocks. “That was a big one.” I smirk, gently squeezing and pinching his nipple as I caress his pec.
He nods, taking a moment to come down from that high. My cock is still in his ass, but I don’t make any moves. Not until he feels okay again. He holds onto my arms, letting me hold him as I kiss him gently on the shoulder.
We stay like that for a while as his breath steadies and I can feel his tense muscles melting into my body again.
He sighs happily. “I think I really like being tied.”
I smile, looking back at his ankles that are still bound to the bed posts. The view of them mixed with the feeling of his ass wrapped around my thick cock is almost too much. “I’m glad you do,” I say, gently moving some of his hair behind his ear. “Because we’re not done with them yet.”
He nods, “I was counting on it.” He bites his lower lip, but I can see that devious smile crack on his face.
“You ready for the second one?” I ask, kneading his shoulders.
Noah hums. “Absolutely. How do you want me?”
The question turns me on even more. I lean him forward, pressing his hands to the headboard. “Just like that, baby. You’re perfect.”
I slowly push myself back inside, committed to keeping our goal and taking whatever he’ll give me.
After all, he has everything of mine.
My body. My heart and soul.
***
After our explosive morning between the sheets, we decided to come down to this rather secluded beach Noah wanted to show me, and enjoy the rest of the evening under the sun.
I watch as Noah dunks his head under the crystal clear water, then comes up, threading his fingers through his dark strands.
It’s already been a few days here and I’ve gotten to truly see Noah in his element.
Feels like forever ago when we had made a plan to run away together. To come here and just focus on us. How desperately we just wanted to find out more about each other, secretly knowing we were already falling in love.
Now, with the warm Hawaiian sand between my toes, it finally feels real.
Hawaii.
We were always meant to be here.
I’ve never felt so happy. So myself. So free.
I get up, dust myself off and step into the water.
“You made it,” Noah looks over his shoulder, flashing that beautiful, charming smile at me.
It shakes me to the core every time I see it. I remember when I first saw that broody, angry boy. Everything was so different then. We were so different then. But here, right now—Noah is exactly who he’s always been to me. A breath of fresh air. Sunlight. Real.
I hook my arm around him, pressing his back against my chest.
“Finally,” I murmur, kissing the space between his neck and shoulder.
“Mmm, finally,” he agrees, leaning his head to give me more space to kiss.
We sway in the warm water, soaking in the last rays of the setting sun. Birds chirp overhead. Kids and parents laugh to our left. Everything feels…right.
“I’m so happy you stopped running long enough for me to catch you,” I say, squeezing him tight.
“Best decision I ever made.” He laughs softly. “And I’m planning on staying for a looong time, so be prepared to deal with my shit for the rest of your life.” Turning around, he wraps his arms over my shoulders, looking into my eyes. He looks just as happy as he makes me.
Which is why I know I’m making the right decision when I do this. I’m certain of it.
“You promise?” I open my palm between us, revealing a black ring. So small in size, but the weight is so heavy.
“Woah,” he gasps, taking the ring from my hand, laughing in disbelief as he looks closely at it. His thumb traces the inside as he quickly zones into the finer detail like I knew he would.
It looks like a basic black band at first glance. But, on the inside, it’s sealed wood. Like, a little personal note to just him and I. We started on the trail, we’ll forever be on the trail. Together.
Forever.
His eyes look back at me, and for the first time in a long time, I see the doubt flicker in his eyes. “Brad…marriage is…forever. You okay with that?” he asks softly.
The question nearly knocks the breath from my lungs. I cradle his face in my hands, understanding exactly why he’s asking. It’s not because he has doubts about this, it’s because he’s worried if I do.
Permanence has always terrified me. The idea of forever used to feel like a locked cage with no key. But with Noah…
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life,” I laugh, my voice shaking with excitement. “Noah… I’ll always be sure of you. Always.”
His eyes widen. He takes a beat soaking in my words.
“Holy shit.” He breathes, slipping the ring on his finger. “Yes. Holy fuck, yes!”
A burst of happiness explodes in my chest as I lift him slightly, wrapping my arms around him.
My lips pull into a wide grin as I kiss the side of his temple.
“This idiot wants to spend his life with me!” He yells out.
A few onlookers a fair distance away clap and wave, joining in on our celebration.
I never was one for public displays of affection, but with Noah, there’s no ounce of shame running through me.
I am undeniably, loudly, in love with him and I don’t care who knows it.
He laughs, shouting in joy, and I find myself laughing too.
I’m so excited for a life with him.
Because for me, there’s no other option. No question about it.
It’s always been Noah.
My Noah.
The End