Epilogue Marcus #2
Without missing a beat, Xavier reached over and grabbed my cock through my jeans, giving it a squeeze. I looked around quickly, hoping we hadn’t been seen.
“Seems like you’re having some trouble to me.”
“Xavier!”
“What’s wrong, Sheriff?” he said, putting on his best pouty face. “You don’t want my help with this?”
“I… no… I mean, of course I do! But what if someone sees us?”
He just lifted an eyebrow, still slowly stroking me through my jeans. “They won’t see us if we’re in your truck.”
My brain short-circuited somewhere between his hand on my cock and the image of him in my truck.
I managed to nod and somehow got my legs working again, leading us through the parking garage in a daze.
Every step was torture with how hard I was, and Xavier knew it too, the bastard.
He kept brushing against me, his fingers trailing along my arm, my back, anywhere he could reach.
We finally made it to my truck, and I fumbled with the keys like a teenager. Xavier pressed up behind me, his body warm against my back, his breath hot on my neck.
“Need some help, Sheriff?” he murmured, and I could hear the smile in his voice.
“Get in the backseat,” I growled, finally getting the door unlocked. “Now.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He climbed into the back of my extended cab while I tossed his suitcase in the bed of the truck. My hands were shaking as I followed him in, pulling the door shut behind me and immediately reaching for him.
Xavier met me halfway, his mouth crashing into mine with a hunger that matched my own. Three weeks was too damn long. I needed him, needed to feel him, taste him, claim him all over again.
“Fuck, I missed this,” he gasped as I kissed down his neck, my hands already working at the button of his jeans. “Missed you so much.”
“Missed you too, baby,” I breathed against his skin. I pulled back just enough to look at him, taking in those light brown eyes that had been haunting my dreams. “Can’t believe you’re really here.”
“Believe it,” he said, reaching for my belt buckle. “I’m here, I’m yours, and I need you to fuck me right now or I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.”
I groaned, my control snapping completely. I yanked his jeans down his hips, grateful that he’d worn something tight that slid off easily. He wasn’t wearing underwear—of course he wasn’t—and his cock was already hard and leaking.
“You planned this,” I accused, wrapping my hand around him and stroking slowly.
“Maybe,” he admitted with a gasp. “Been thinking about you fucking me since I got on the plane. I couldn’t wear underwear because I was so worked up.”
“Jesus Christ, Xavier.” I kissed him hard, swallowing his moans as I worked him with my hand. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
“Good way to go though,” he panted, his fingers finally getting my belt undone and freeing my cock. The first touch of his hand on my bare skin made me see stars.
I fumbled in the glove compartment, grateful that I’d stashed supplies there weeks ago in a moment of hopeful preparation. Xavier laughed when he saw the lube and condoms.
“Someone was optimistic.”
“Someone knew his boyfriend was a menace,” I shot back, coating my fingers. “Turn around.”
He did, bracing himself against the back of the front seat, presenting his ass to me in the cramped space.
I took a moment to appreciate the view, his smooth and perfect ass a sight I never got tired of.
But what caught my attention most was the sheen of lube around his hole and the black silicone butt plug nestled between his cheeks.
“A butt plug?” I gasped. “You had this on the entire time?”
He nodded. “Since New York,” he grinned. “I wanted to be ready for you.”
I reached out, pressing against the plug. Xavier moaned, pushing back against me. “Fuck, Marcus. I need you to fuck me right now. I can’t take it anymore.”
I didn’t need any more encouragement than that. I pulled the plug out slowly, watching him shudder as it slipped free. He was already open for me, slick and ready, and the sight of it made my cock throb painfully.
“You’re perfect,” I muttered, tearing the condom package open. “So fucking perfect.”
Xavier reached back, grabbing my wrist. “You don’t need that anymore,” he said, looking at the condom. “I’m yours now. Nobody else is going to touch me but you.”
My cock throbbed and something warm bloomed in my chest. “Are… Are you sure?”
“Do you think I would’ve shipped forty-eight boxes to bumfuck Texas if I wasn’t sure?!”
I just shook my head, feeling more than a little dumb about that question. “I… I’ve been tested and I’m negative,” I added, trying to save myself. “Just so you don’t have to worry.”
Xavier just chuckled. “Me too,” he replied. “And I wasn’t worried to begin with.” He leaned back, pressing his slick ass against my cock. “Now stop making me wait.”
I didn’t need to be told again. I lined my cock up with his stretched hole and pushed in slowly, savoring the way he opened up even wider for me.
Even prepped, he was tight, and the heat of him wrapped around my cock was almost overwhelming.
Xavier let out a low moan that echoed through the cab of my truck.
“God, yes,” he breathed. “I missed this. Missed you filling me up with that fat cock.”
I gripped his hips, pulling him back onto me until I was buried to the hilt. We both groaned at the sensation. Three weeks without him had been torture, and now that I had him here, bent over in the backseat of my truck in an airport parking garage, I wasn’t sure how long I was going to last.
“Fuck me,” Xavier demanded, pushing back against me. “Please, Marcus. I need it.”
I started slow, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, but Xavier wasn’t having it.
He pushed back harder, faster, setting a punishing pace that I had no choice but to match.
The truck rocked with our movements, and I was distantly aware that anyone walking by would know exactly what was happening inside.
But I couldn’t bring myself to care. Not with Xavier moaning beneath me, not with the way he was clenching around my cock, and definitely not with three weeks of pent-up need driving me forward.
“Harder,” he gasped. “Come on, Sheriff. Show me how much you missed me.”
I tightened my grip on his hips, slamming into him with enough force to make him cry out. My hat fell off, landing somewhere on the floor, but I didn’t care about that either. All I cared about was the man in front of me, the way he felt, the sounds he was making.
“Touch yourself,” I ordered, one hand sliding up his back to push his crop top higher. “I want you to cum around my cock.”
His hand disappeared between his legs, and I could feel the movement of it as he stroked himself. The angle was awkward in the cramped space, but neither of us cared. This was desperate and messy and perfect.
“I’m close,” Xavier panted. “So close. Don’t stop.”
“Not stopping,” I promised, my rhythm faltering as my own orgasm built at the base of my spine. “You’re mine now.”
“Yes,” he agreed, his voice breaking on a moan. “All yours. Oh fuck, Marcus, I’m—”
He came with a shout, clenching around me so tight that it pushed me over the edge in an instant. I buried myself deep and let go, my orgasm tearing through me with an intensity that left me shaking. Xavier moaned, feeling the heat of my release filling him for the first time.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, my forehead resting against his back. Eventually I pulled out carefully and sat back while Xavier collapsed against the seat.
“Welcome home,” I said, my voice rough.
He laughed, breathless and satisfied. “Best homecoming ever.”
I found some napkins in the glove compartment and helped clean us both up as best I could in the confined space.
His cum would probably stain the seat, but I didn’t care.
Call it a souvenir of this new step in our relationship.
Xavier turned around, his hair mussed and his lips swollen from kissing, looking thoroughly debauched and absolutely gorgeous.
“I love you,” he said simply, cupping my face with both hands.
“I love you too,” I replied, kissing him softly this time. “Even when you wear butt plugs on cross-country flights.”
“Especially when I wear butt plugs on cross-country flights,” he corrected with a grin. “Now come on. Take me home. I want to see how bad this box situation really is.”
I retrieved my hat from the floor, and we climbed out of the backseat, both of us adjusting our clothes and trying to look presentable. Xavier’s crop top was wrinkled, and his jeans were still unbuttoned, but he looked happy. That was all that mattered.
As I pulled out of the parking garage and onto the highway, Xavier reached over and laced his fingers through mine on the center console. The sun was starting to set, painting the Texas sky in shades of orange and pink.
“I really am here,” he said quietly, almost like he was reassuring himself.
“You really are,” I confirmed, squeezing his hand. “And I’m gonna do everything I can to make sure you don’t regret it.”
“I won’t,” he said with certainty. “This is where I’m supposed to be. With you.”
Going home to Sagebrush felt different this time. Lighter. Like I was finally bringing home the missing piece I hadn’t known I needed. Xavier made my life complete in a way I didn’t know was possible.
And I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
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