Epilogue
EZRA
I lick the tip of my finger and turn the page with a smirk. My sweats are getting too fucking tight as I start to pop a stiffy. But how can I not while reading Sully’s diary? He told me not to do it again. Still, if he really doesn’t want me to, he shouldn’t leave it under our mattress.
I don’t dream much these days—since my boyfriend doesn’t let me sleep—not complaining…
at all. I love to fall asleep with his cock in my well-used ass and wake up with the fat tip still tucked inside.
His stamina and sexual appetite are the real dream.
Actually, I think that’s why I have dreamless nights, I don’t need them anymore.
Not when I have Ezra ready to give me whatever I wish for and need.
He is my dream and I can do whatever I want with and for him.
I do miss seeing the sexy man in the mask though…
He misses him? I shut the diary with a pop and slide it inside my hoodie pocket as I brush a finger on the smooth edge of the white mask I’m wearing.
A sound from the left makes me focus on my task again.
The douchebag is finally here. I huddle up against the wall of the alley and peer out to see Randy—the cute waiter from Tomorrow’s Brew—leaving his bicycle behind his place.
I check up and down the street. It’s pretty quiet at this late hour in the night on a weekday.
Nobody is walking around, no CCTV. It makes this quick and simple.
Just as he approaches the alley opening, I grab him by the collar and drag him in. I haul him against the brick wall, shoving his face on it, hands held behind his back. He screams.
“If you don’t want to lose your tongue, shut it!” He immediately complies. Not bad for a dickwad.
“My wallet and phone are in my bag, please take them and go.” His voice cracks.
“Is that what you think I want?” I chuckle in his ear. A waiter’s salary is pathetic compared to an assassin’s. “No. What I want is for you to stay away from Sully.”
“S-Sully…Carver?” he asks, astonished.
“Is there another Sully Carver?” I grind his cheek on the bricks. This fucker hit on my little chick again last night—Lori told me with a teasing smile. If Sully hadn’t rejected him, he would be dead already.
I want my little chick to talk to me when something happens especially if it annoys him. Need him to tell me so that I can fix it. Hurt it. Mutilate it. Kill it.
I turn him around, back against the wall, and he widens his eyes and then starts shaking when he takes a first look at me. I wonder what he’d do if I took out my knife. Let’s find out. This punk needs to sweat.
I move my hand to my back and unsheathe my big blade, taking a couple of steps back.
“No.” His hands come up, palms facing me in a surrendering gesture. “I-I swear I won’t talk to him again. Won’t even l-look his way. Please.” The sobbing starts, and it irritates me.
I throw the knife at him, and it ends stuck in the wall between his thighs. He screams again and then I see a wet stain forming on the front of his pants. Fucking hell. Why did I think this was a rival? He’s a pathetic, frightened wimp—and I’m being generous.
“Keep your word, otherwise I’ll come back, and next time the knife will find flesh,” I hiss. He jerks back and cries out with terror as I retrieve my knife. So fucking weak.
I turn and slowly start to walk away while saying over my shoulder, “Put a lock on your bike if you don’t want it to get stolen.”
Now, who’s next? Oh, the guy from the pet shelter who keeps flirting with what’s mine. I whistle all the way to my motorbike.
When I get back home a couple of hours later, Sully is still sleeping in our bed.
He’s wearing one of my shirts, hugging the pillow against his body.
His leg is up, showing the curve of his sweet ass.
I can almost see his pink pucker still wet with cum.
He almost passed out after we fucked, too tired to keep his eyes open. Juggling me and his studies is tough.
I wash my hands, and on the way back to the room, I hear Noodle snoring in his little ferret hammock in the living room.
I bought him a whole climbing house with every little gadget possible.
He protected Sully when I couldn’t, so the little rodent earned it—plus Sully was so grateful he milked my dick dry with his throat.
I’ll buy the ferret a fucking castle next.
I silently walk back to the bedroom and start taking off my clothes, placing first the knife on the bed.
Two weeks have passed since we took care of Nine.
I received a text from Linda with a link to an article about the Mage Hotel’s sudden fire and subsequent collapse.
She is still on my shit list, though. Another message from Uriel let me know about tomorrow’s lunch with the…
family. I didn’t reply. Of course my little chick wants to go, even alone, he told me. Like I’d ever let him go by himself.
I toss the bandana on the floor and almost take my mask off, but change my mind at the last minute. He misses him, he wrote. So I’ll give it to him. The smirk intensifies under the mask as I take the diary out of the hoodie pocket and slide it under the bed again.
Then I sit near him, naked with my back to the headboard.
His lips are slightly parted, hair tousled, hickeys covering his legs and neck—there are more all over his body.
He jerks lightly, and my shirt slides down his shoulder, displaying the old scar my teeth left.
And as always, at the sight of it, my dick turns rock hard.
I open the half-empty bottle of lube, after grabbing it from the nightstand, and pour a generous amount on my length. I wrap my palm around it gently, feeling the thickness and hardness against my fingers.
My eyes fall on Sully again, and my hand moves down to my balls, pressing, making me grit my teeth, and then slides up until it reaches the round, red head. It keeps drooling at the sight of my little chick.
His leg curls more firmly around the pillow, and I have a better view of his ass cheek. Red fingerprints cover the skin, reminding me how deeply Sully enjoyed being spanked over the kitchen table. All that pale flesh bouncing under the force of my slaps as he moaned, humping the wooden surface.
A fine sheen of sweat has formed on my skin as my mind starts providing me with image after image of Sully’s long, lithe body against mine.
My hands tracing the contours of his exquisite, tempting figure as I shove my cock into his sleeping body and enjoy his surprised, confused face while he wakes up rocking on my bare dick.
I am that much of a creep, and my kinky little chick fucking digs it—so filthy and perfect.
My legs spread as I continue beating my shaft off, the sloppy noise arouses me even more.
I’m surrounded by his peach scent, and it makes me want to get a taste of it directly from the source.
I can’t stop hearing the sounds of Sully moaning over and over as I stare at his puffy mouth.
He would cry out as I fuck into his warm, pliant body.
He’s always so damn sensitive. Gets overwhelmed so easily.
I grunt, squeeze my dick painfully, and pull at my balls. A little moan, and he’s blinking until he finds me. A teasing grin forms on his lips, making my dick throb and my hand slow down. He likes the mask; I can clearly see it in his hungry gaze.
“Were you having fun without me?” He bites his lower lip, and that incisor sinks into the flesh, making me growl.
“You should have woken up.”
He chuckles. “Were you thinking about me? About your big cock filling me.” His pupils are already dilating, hips moving forward against the pillow.
“I was fucking that tight virgin hole in your sleep,” I tell him my fantasy.
His body shakes with desire. Knew it.
“Not a virgin anymore.” He rolls on his back and props himself on one arm, pushing his torso up.
His legs part, making the shirt slide up teasingly slowly.
I see his wet entrance first, then his hard dick, the tip remains under the shirt.
He starts brushing his fingers over his balls and shaft.
Tongue peeking out between his teeth. He’s a sultry siren, bewitching me with that slutty body and raunchy-as-fuck pose.
“My cock took care of it.” I hiss, remembering the first time I broke his ass. It urges my hand to hurry up, and I’m jerking off at full speed again. “I’ll give you all your firsts and lasts. Nobody else will know how much you crave cock.”
“What if I say no to you?” He has the guts to taunt me. His fingers move to his hole, making smaller and smaller circles.
“There is no such possibility.” He’s too fucking mine.
He spreads his legs more, bending the knees on each side. The shirt rises a little more, freeing his entire dick. It has leaked a pool of precum on his belly. He uses it to slick his fingers before I witness how easily he shoves three of them inside his already cum-filled hole.
He moans loudly, pushing the digits in as much as he can.
“I’ve imagined this, you watching me fucking myself.
My excited moans mixed with the squelching noise of my ass would have made you kick the door of my dorm bedroom open and…
oh…fuck…” His breathless cuss shoots straight to my cock.
All my blood rushes south when he starts thrusting his fingers.
His chest is heaving, his heart slamming against his ribcage—I can almost see it kicking against his lean pec. That diamond-hard nipple is making my teeth grind with desire to nip, bite, and mark.
“I did see you,” I pant, remembering how he said my name when the orgasm hit him.
His eyes widen, and then a lustful Yes! falls from his lips. A fourth finger goes in, inciting a growl out of my throat. Because I know how wet, warm, and tight that stretched hole feels. Fuuuck! Sully’s turned into a seductive vixen in a little more than a month. He just needed a little push.