Epilogue
RYDER
I didn’t recognize the man buzzing around the penthouse like he’d eaten a bowl of coffee grounds for breakfast. Sure, he looked like my Alex, the man I’d been living with for four months, but that’s where the resemblance ended.
The man I knew and loved did not vibrate with nervous energy.
He didn’t fidget and stress clean like a maniac.
He couldn’t care less if his reflection shone from the marble kitchen countertops or if the bathroom smelled like a fucking lemon tree, but this stranger in Alex’s body did.
This body snatcher had been up since five in the morning, despite having worked until two, and had no place to be until noon.
This had to stop, or my poor Alex would work himself into a damn breakdown.
Time for an intervention.
I strode into the master bathroom where he stood in front of the open linen closet, refolding towels that were already perfectly folded.
“Alexander Morgan,” I announced as I crossed my arms in front of my chest and propped my shoulder on the doorframe. “What the fuck are you doing?”
He jolted and whirled my way with a guilty expression. “Hey. I didn’t realize you were done.” His bruises had faded, and he no longer experienced pain from the assault. He’d been back to work for about six weeks, though I’d tried to keep him home longer, but my man was stubborn.
“I am.” I’d had a video conference with my study group for my Foundations of Education class, and I’d finished only a few moments ago.
“Okay, well, I just have to finish this, then I want to mop the floors in the kitchen.”
I chuckled as I pushed off the wall and began a leisurely stroll toward him. “You know we have a cleaning service that keeps this place sparkling, and they were here two days ago, right?”
He twisted the towel in his hands. “Yeah, I know. I just—”
“And you know Kenny isn’t going to give two shits if our floor is spotless and shiny or our towels are folded to perfection, right?”
“Yeah, no. Of course. I’m—”
“Nervous about seeing your brother for the first time after four months of rehab?”
Alex huffed and then scowled at me with the frown I loved so much. “I’m not nervous.”
I pointed to the towel in his hands, which he’d twisted until it nearly frayed. “Babe, you’re a damn mess,” I said, smirking, which only made him glower harder.
“It’s just… he sounds so good on the phone. The staff at the facility claimed that he’s made remarkable progress and is looking and feeling fantastic. I want this to go well. I want this to be a new beginning for us.”
I wrapped my arms around him and drew him against me, where I always wanted him. “It will be, even if the towels aren’t folded with military precision.”
That drew a small chuckle out of him. “Okay, maybe I’m a little on edge.”
“Just a little.” I reached down and cupped his soft cock through his sweatpants. His harsh intake of breath enflamed my blood. I loved feeling him harden in my hand, knowing I was one hundred percent responsible for his desire.
“Ryder…”
“Hmm?” I mouthed his neck as I massaged his cock.
“I need to, um…” He rocked his growing erection into my busy hand as he tilted his head, giving me more access to his neck.
Don’t mind if I do.
“Yes?” I scraped my teeth across the bulging tendons in his neck, eliciting a shudder from him.
“I need…”
I squeezed his now erect cock
“Oh fuck, I need you to suck me off.”
“You do?” I slipped my hand into his sweats. Well, well, well, what do we have here? No underwear. You do want me on your dick. Wrapping my hand around his stiff length, I flicked his earlobe with my tongue. “You want me on my knees, Alex?”
Already, I was as hard as he was and ready to take this to the next level.
“Yes. God, please, Ryder. You look so good like that. So sexy.”
“You love watching me when my mouth is full of your cock?”
He groaned, thrusting his hips. “You know I do.”
I sure did. Every time I sucked him, he made sure he could watch me. Lights came on, his head lifted off the bed, or he stared down at me with those dark eyes constantly deepening with intense pleasure.
“Then let me give you something you love.”
I freed my hands from his sweats then gripped the waistband, lowering it as I slowly sank toward the floor.
Alex groaned at the sight even before my mouth was anywhere near his dick, which bounced heavily as I released it.
Precum clung to the tip, forming a line from the waistband of his sweats in a messy demonstration of his need.
I licked my lips as my knees hit the tile floor.
The red, flared tip of his cock bobbed at eye level, making my mouth water. “Fuck, I love this cock,” I muttered as Alex kicked his sweats off his feet.
He widened his legs and rested his elbows back on the bathroom counter as though bracing for impact.
I wasted no time, dragging my tongue up his thick, hairy thigh. He jolted and cursed as I bypassed his cock and trailed down the other thigh.
“Fucking tease.”
I smirked as I ran my nose up the side of his cock, inhaling his unique scent.
It went straight to my bloodstream like a triple shot.
His dick jerked, and he cursed under his breath again.
“Fuck, you smell good.” Some might call me crazy, but I loved the scent of his dick. So erotic, so masculine, so primal.
“Suck me, Ryder. For fuck’s sake, put your mouth on me.”
Fuck, I love that needy growl.
I teased him for a few more minutes, playing everywhere but the one place he wanted, despite his increasing pleas.
“Ryder…”
He wasn’t the only one rapidly approaching desperation. Time to put him out of his misery. I opened my mouth, engulfing his cock in one swallow.
His hips punched forward as he shouted into the quiet penthouse. That’s right. I knew exactly how my man liked it. I sucked him without mercy. No more teasing or being coy. He wanted to get off, and I wanted that for him.
As I worked him to the back of my throat, I held two fingers up toward his face. He knew exactly what to do. His mouth closed over the digits, tongue swirling as he mimicked the way I sucked his cock.
My dick jerked, making a mess inside my pants since I also didn’t bother with underwear. Who needed it when this was often how we ended up? It only served as an additional barrier to getting to my man’s cock.
I slid my soaked fingers from his mouth and wound my arm around him, aiming straight for his ass.
When they contacted his hole, he groaned, immediately bearing down on them.
This was a dance we’d done countless times, and it never got old.
I worked my two fingers into his tight pucker as I sucked him.
He jerked and spasmed in my hold, thrusting his dick down my throat before pulling back to take my fingers deeper.
Within seconds, we found a steady rhythm, sucking and finger fucking his delectable ass.
With each passing second, tension fled his body, leaving him loose, pliant, and unencumbered by anything but the way I made him feel. Worrying wasn’t possible when he wanted to come so badly.
“Ryder…” he whined in the neediest tone I’d ever heard from him. I fucking love it. Loved that he had no problem letting go and showing me how much he desired me. “Gonna come…”
Fuck yes. I hummed my encouragement as his hands slid into my hair, and he began to fuck my throat with more purpose.
I’d never dreamed how much I would love a simple, domestic life.
We didn’t frequent ambassadors’ homes as I did growing up.
No one invited us to the top corporate events or luxury fashion shows in Paris as I’d become accustomed to during my teen years.
I could still have parts of that lifestyle if I genuinely wanted to, but I found this way of living to be far superior.
This life Alex and I created, where we laughed, loved, and celebrated each other, ate ice cream in bed, spent nights watching movies, and I visited him at Top Shelf.
We worked our asses off to achieve our goals, and no one was helping us reach them.
No one bulldozed the way for us. Our accomplishments would be all our own.
But most of all, I cherished moments like this, where I recognized what he needed and gave it to him. No one else got to see Alex like this. No one else saw him vulnerable, no one else touched him, no one else got to love him the way I did.
I wouldn’t trade that for all the wealth and prestige in the world.
ALEX
The heat, pressure, and suction from Ryder’s mouth took me to another world.
One where only Ryder and I existed, and nothing but extreme pleasure mattered.
It was heaven, and if I could have lived the rest of my life in that suspended state of ecstasy and desire, I would have, but eventually the urge to come always became irresistible.
My balls were heavy as hell and nearly burning with the need to unload down Ryder’s throat. I fought to hold off as long as possible, but when the bastard pegged my prostate for the umpteenth time, I lost the fight, and a powerful orgasm barreled through me.
“Ryder!” I shouted as bright flashes danced in my vision and every nerve ending in my body lit up like a fireworks show.
“Goddamn.” I trembled as spurt after spurt of warm cum erupted from my cock into Ryder’s hungry mouth.
He swallowed it down greedily like always, moaning as though he was the one having his brain sucked out through his cock.
“Fuck,” I shouted. The orgasm went on and on, tightening all my muscles and leaving me exhausted. “I love you. Fuck, I love you, Ryder.”
He stopped torturing my prostate as I began to come, but didn’t remove his fingers, leaving my ass full throughout the climax.
My grip on his hair had to sting, but my fingers weren’t in my control any longer.
They remained wrapped around his silky strands, clinging for dear life.
His cheeks were hollowed out, his eyes were watering, and his lips were bright red.
What a gorgeous sight. I refused to miss a second of it and forced my eyes to remain open despite their impulse to slam shut.
When I sagged against the counter, my half-hard cock slipped from Ryder’s lips, a mess of saliva and cum. His hand shook as he brought it up to wipe his lips. “Christ, Ryder, that was intense.”
He smirked. “Feel better?”
“I don’t feel anything. My brain shorted out.”
“Well, I’ll call that a mission accomplished.” He rose to his feet, wearing a smug grin he fully earned. “Now let’s order some food so we don’t poison Kenny with our cooking and relax until he gets here.”
“What if there’s something else I’d rather do first?” I tugged at the tie on his linen pants, loosening the knot. Immediately, the fabric dipped below his hip points, revealing the sexy V I’d licked countless times over the last year.
Ryder raised an eyebrow. “This was for you. I was being a selfless, supportive boyfriend.”
I couldn’t help but smirk as I slipped my hand into his drooping pants and wrapped it around his stiff shaft. “Really? Because you do much better being selfish.”
“Hey… oh… fuck…”
I chuckled as I began to stroke him.
“You want me to stop so you can continue being all selfless?”
His eyes rolled backward, drawing another smile from me. God, I loved bringing him pleasure like this and watching how he gave himself over with abandon.
“Well, shit, how are you so good at this? It’s always like a hand job on steroids. I mean, if it’ll make you happy to rub my cock until it bursts, who am I to stop you?”
“Mmm, that’s what I thought.” I picked up the pace, rotating my wrist and giving the little squeeze at the tip that always drove him wild.
It didn’t take long. He’d gotten himself worked up blowing me, and within a few minutes of wrist action, he was jerking against me and filling my palm with his release.
“Damn,” he said as he wilted against me.
Our mouths met as though drawn by an invisible, irresistible force. We kissed for long minutes, slow and intoxicating as we were both swimming in feel-good chemicals.
“Can I tell you a secret?” Ryder asked when we finally separated.
Well, mostly separated. We still stood plastered against one another with our lips less than an inch away. Not to mention, I still had a handful of his cum.
“What’s your secret?” I smiled at him. It was impossible not to.
The man made me insanely happy in a way I’d never imagined.
We’d been officially together nearly a year now, and I still felt a fluttery feeling in my stomach when he looked at me.
I still rushed home after a shift at Top Shelf or the end of a long day of classes because all I wanted was to be near him.
He’d taken one look at me this morning and knew I was losing my mind with nerves. And he knew precisely how to settle me.
“I’m so happy,” Ryder said as though he’d plucked the words right from my mind.
“I love you, and I love the life we’ve started building together.
” He shrugged and chuckled, his cheeks turning pink in a way they never had before, and he chuckled again.
“Think you made me come so hard I turned into a sap.”
I huffed a light laugh as I shook my head. “Well, you must have done the same to me because I was just thinking the same thing.”
He tilted his head. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, Ryder. I never expected you or anything like what we have, but now that I have you, I’ll never let you go.”
“Works for me,” he said, then kissed me quickly once more. After, he drew back a bit and tilted his head to study me. “You ready?”
Ready to greet Kenny?
Ready to get on with the day?
Ready to start the rest of our lives?
There was only one answer for any question thrown at me.
“As long as you’re with me, I’m ready for anything.”
His answering grin nearly blinded me.
“I’m always with you, Alex.”
And that was all I needed to have the very best life.
Thank you for reading Heavy Pour. You’ll hear more about Alex and Ryder in Kenny’s story coming soon!! Read on for an excerpt from The Duality of Swans a contemporary MM romance by Lilly Atlas.