EPILOGUE
Eric
“Lashes, is there a reason a bunch of my shoes are in the ‘donation’ box?”
Jordan and I are knee-deep unpacking our things into our new home. Even though I thought Jordan might have wanted his space back after the sentencing, I was wrong. He decided then and there that he didn't want to waste any more time. We moved in together that weekend and have been cohabiting in bliss for the last two years. However, it did become apparent that even though my apartment was the bigger of the two, it was still not big enough to store all of our shit.
It took a while, but we finally found a house we both loved with a yard and everything. The guys left a while ago after helping with the heavy stuff, leaving Jordan and I to unpack the one thousand boxes we have accumulated. I choose to start with the kitchen stuff, letting Jordan work though the boxes of our clothes. I did mention that he could choose some of my older suits to donate to the shelter for the teens to have formal clothes for interviews and things. I do not remember donating four pairs of shoes.
“Old man shoes,” he calls from somewhere in the box maze, like that was the obvious answer and I was dumb for not thinking of it. The sad thing is he is probably right. Even if he wasn’t, it wouldn’t be worth the argument to put them back.
“Is there anything else you choose to donate?” I ask, not sure I even want to know the answer.
“Of course there is. Never mind that, though, can you come help me? My makeup is in one of these boxes and I want to make sure that it isn't broken.”
“I can't even see you, Lashes.”
“Just follow the sound of my voice. Want me to sing?”
“No, definitely not. Just keep talking and I'll find you.” I shake my head at the ridiculousness of it all.
“Did you get a call from Blake? He’s thinking of going pre law. How incredible is that?”
I had spoken to Blake late last night and I may have gotten a little choked up when he told me. He wants to go into family law. The change in the kid over the last few years is immeasurable. He sprouted in height and filled out thanks to Mama Bell’s cooking. His smile seems to grow bigger every time I see him. Which is often—he never misses a Facetime call with us. Probably because Jordan stalks the poor kid’s life, but I think he secretly loves it. He went from having nobody to having a full Brady Bunch-sized family.
Moving a box out of my way, I find my boyfriend sitting criss-cross applesauce on the floor hunting through a box of lace panties.
“Did you pack your makeup with your panties?” I ask, smirking down at him. We have added so many new pairs over the years, but that red jock he wore the night we met will always be my favourite. When I see it hanging off his finger as he looks up at me with a salacious smile on his face, I get the feeling that he isn’t bothered about the makeup anymore.
“Who would have guessed that a bathroom hookup would lead to all this?” he says, swinging the jock around one finger before he crooks it, wanting me to join him on the floor.
I don’t need to be asked twice. Lowering myself down beside him, I take the jock in hand and relish the memories that flood my mind. “Stand up for me, Lashes. I want to see this on you again. It’s our first night in our new home, it feels like a full circle moment.” I grin, then pass the underwear to him and lean back with my hands braced behind me.
My eyes roam his body as he stands up and immediately loses his sweatpants and boxers. His hard cock bounces out right in front of my face and it takes every ounce of willpower I have not to sit up and take him into my mouth.
I don’t even try to hide my appreciation for his body. I drag my eyes over all the exposed skin. When did he take off his top? I have no idea, nor do I care. He looks glorious and far too edible. My muscles are straining with the effort to hold myself back as he pulls the satin jock up his legs. The stark difference between his creamy skin and the red material has my mouth watering.
“Fuck, you look so good right now, baby.” I barely recognise my own voice. That's how intensely he affects me.
The tease licks his lips and lowers himself over my body, pressing all of that skin against me as he drops kisses along my jaw. “I love you, Eric Smith. I love our home and I love our life… and I really love your dick,” he whispers, breath sending shivers down my spine.
Once upon a time, Jordan swore he would never fall in love, that he would never say that word because the whole thing was bullshit. I am a lucky bastard to be the one he changed his mind for.
“I love you, Jordan Bell, but I would love you a whole lot more if you would find the lube so I can fuck that pretty little hole.”
“I should be insulted that even now you underestimate me.” Like magic, he produces the very bottle I was asking for.
I waste no time in sitting up, dragging my shirt off, then throwing it behind me as I catch his lips. We kiss every time like it's the first time and we can’t get enough. Tongues exploring and teeth nipping, I feed him a moan.
My cock is straining hard against its confines while Jordan grinds his bare ass against me.
“Get my cock out, Jordan.” I growl against his lips, loving the way he always shudders with anticipation when I boss him around like that.
Taking it up a notch, I wrap my hand around his throat and swallow his whimper while his finger works my jeans open. It delves down far enough so my cock springs out, already drooling precum.
“You are so fucking sexy. Let me see you with my cock in that pretty mouth,” I demand against his jaw, licking a stripe down his neck before letting go so he can pull my jeans all the way off.
Immediately, he wraps his lips around my pulsing dick. My hand moves to his head, sifting through his hair to take a tight grip. I thrust up experimentally, holding his head steady and feeling my cock hit off the back of his throat. The sensation has my head rolling back and a depraved moan coming from Jordan. My Lashes loves it when I get a little rough with him. I could spend hours like this, letting my pretty boyfriend warm my cock. That can be for another day, though. Right now, I want to christen our new home correctly.
“You know what I need now, baby.” Tugging slightly to pull him off my cock with a pop, I grab his waist and flip him around. A hole like his needs to be cherished.
In an instant, he’s sitting over my face and my hands are firmly on his spread thighs. Wiggling his hips, he presses his pucker against my roaming tongue. The sounds coming from him now are so familiar, yet they still have my cock jerking and spilling precum all over my abs. Jordan makes a move to lean down and take my cock back in his mouth, but my grip shifts to his hips and stops him.
I take a playful bite of his left cheek. “Stay still and let me enjoy my treat,” I warn him, before diving back in. I can feel his muscles relaxing against my probing tongue, enough for me to push inside and draw another filthy moan from his lips.
“I need more, Dimples. Please… more,” he begs.
Flicking the lid of the lube bottle up with one hand, I cover my fingers in the slick substance. I don’t make him wait. I don’t think I have it in me right now to make either of us hold out any longer.
Pressing two fingers against his hole, I watch as he sucks me in with a hiss. I know he loves that first bite of pain; he has asked me more than once to fuck him without any prep so that my thick cock can do all of the stretching. I won’t hurt him, though, my compromise is always starting two fingers deep. Letting his body fall forward this time, I scissor my fingers inside him, making sure to tap on his prostate with every pass. I love this view. Watching his hole widen for me and hearing him pant and moan, knowing I did that to him, is the biggest headrush of all.
“I’m ready… fuck, Eric, I’m ready. Hurry up and get in me!”
The sound of a hard slap reverberates in the room as I spank his bratty ass. “You are not in charge, Lashes. If you want my cock inside you, you gotta ask me nicely.”
Of course, my firecracker boyfriend ignores my words and spins himself back around to face me, sinking himself down onto my bare hard cock in one fell swoop.
My back jackknifes off the floor as my eyes roll into my skull. Holy fuck, that was hot. And the way his hole is squeezing around my cock is pure ecstasy.
“I think you will find that I am in fact in charge, ” he tells me, already starting to lift himself up, only to drop heavily back down.
“Yes, sir,” I groan.
I lie back, watching his cock bouncing with every downward thrust. He’s so beautiful; cheeks flushed and a light sheen of sweat building on his skin.
“I could get used to that—you at my mercy.” His words are labored as he rides me, yet as hot as he is like this, I know my man and I know how much he loves to be pinned down and fucked.
Sitting up, I take him by surprise as I flip us around. Keeping my cock buried inside him, I press down on his thighs and start to pound into him. The slap, slap, slap of skin on skin joins the continuous moans coming from Jordan. It’s the perfect soundtrack.
“Don’t lie to me, baby. You love being held down, don’t you? You love it when I fuck you nice and hard.” My words sound gruff even to my ears, but I'm too far gone to care. Taking a grip of his throat with one hand and his cock in the other, I start to jerk him off in time with my thrusts.
“Let me see you come, Lashes. Make a fucking mess for me,” I demand.
His eyes roll back into his head and his body starts to shudder as streaks of cum paint his chest. Watching this man fall apart below me, knowing he trusts me to give him what he needs for the rest of his life, pushes me right over the edge.
If this is what life is going to be like for us… Joric forever!
THE END