Epilogue
One Year Later
“Are you sure you’ve got everything packed?” I worried, eyeing the suitcases.
“Yeah, baby.” Jason was as patient as ever. “Do you want me to check again?” He had the packing list that we’d made together lying on the bed, each item crossed off.
We’d be flying to Ohio tomorrow to visit my family for Christmas. Until then, I was working through my other list—tasks I had at the farm. Stuff around the house to prepare it for us being gone for over a week.
Jason had taken over half the tasks—packing included.
He would’ve taken over everything, but I’d told him I could handle it.
I was…starting to think…I’d been wrong.
Over the last year it’d become more and more clear to me that he was an incredible partner. He carried me when I needed to be carried. Told me I needed to breathe when I was getting too worked up. Held me when things got to be too much.
Taught me that relying on someone else wasn’t weak.
Showed me by example, every time he opened his walls, and let me in even deeper.
When I was with Jason, I didn’t feel ashamed, or unsure.
He took my burdens—when I let him—and made my world a better, brighter place.
And in turn, he let me carry him when he needed to be carried.
He was my person.
“No,” I shook my head. “I trust you. I’m just…”
“Anxious, I know.” Jason took my head in his hands, holding me still, eyes on mine. “You know what I think you need?”
“What?”
“A night to relax.”
“I can’t, there’s—” Jason’s brow arched, and I quieted.
“I am going to take care of everything that needs to be done, like I wanted to in the first place. No arguing—” he cut me off. “Patrick knows what he’s doing. Jordan told us he can handle your tasks while we’re away. Mary’s got all of our animals handled. Everything else is my domain, anyway.”
“But what about—”
“I’ve got it,” Jason said. “Deal?”
I sagged, nodding.
“Good boy.” He kissed me softly. “Now…” Jason pulled me into the bathroom.
I blinked, surprised to note the tub was already totally full.
The air was steamy, bubbles piled high. “You’re going to take a bath.
And when you’re done, you’re going to come find me, and I’m going to give you something to do to occupy your mind while I finish checking us in for our flights. ”
I nodded.
It was so easy to melt into this. Into him. To do what he wanted me to, because I trusted he always had my best interests in mind.
Jason helped me undress, touching me more than was necessary. Enough my cock perked up. But he ignored it. Instead, he offered me his arm as I climbed into the bath. The moment my legs were enveloped in the hot liquid, I began to relax.
“There we go.” Jason helped me sit down—not that I needed help—he just enjoyed when I let him take care of me. I sagged, head falling back. “Better?” He hummed, scratching through my hair.
“Yeah.”
“Good.” He kissed my forehead. “Now, stay there. Leave it all to me.”
An hour later, when I came out, flushed from my bath, and back in that fuzzy headspace that felt like home, I found Jason sitting on the couch. He had his laptop out. The light illuminated his face as he perched it on his leg.
“Over here,” he said without looking up.
I followed his command.
Before I’d come out I’d discovered that he’d laid out a pair of sweats and a t-shirt for me on our bed. My plug had been there, too. It’d been a gift on our anniversary—the day we’d met. I squirmed, just looking at it. Knowing what it meant. What he wanted.
It was stiff and unyielding, but just what I needed as I stretched myself with fingers first, then slid the tapered toy snug inside. Once full, I felt better.
More settled.
Jason had taken care of everything, just like he’d promised.
Which meant I was fully dressed and comfortable as my eyes immediately slid to the cushion he had on the floor at his feet. I shifted from foot to foot, shuddering as the plug jostled inside me, pushing right where I needed it. In the spot that made me want to fall to my knees and beg.
I was still…soft-minded as I slid to my knees on the cushion Jason had provided without a second thought, or a moment’s hesitation. Jason’s legs shifted wider to accommodate me, and I sighed, licking my lips as my eyes drifted to his cock.
We’d done this before.
Over a dozen times.
Other stuff, too.
There was a pretty large drawer in the closet dedicated to the toys, bondage, and puppy gear we’d gathered over the last year.
Always experimenting. Always having fun.
I’d enjoyed everything. Especially being tied up, forced to hold still.
Forced to let Jason do whatever he wanted, as long as he wanted.
But this…
This was my favorite.
And Jason knew it.
“Good,” Jason purred. “Such a good boy, baby. You look better. Do you feel better?” In contrast to his sweet words, the actions of his hands were positively filthy.
I nodded.
He shifted the laptop to the arm rest, already reaching for his belt buckle. I knew what we were about to do, this fizzle of pleasure zinging down between my legs. More than that though, I felt myself falling even deeper.
Deeper into that fuzzy-white in my head.
Jason’s cock was only half hard.
Which was fine.
I’d done this before when he was fully soft and enjoyed it just as much.
“Open,” he murmured, aiming his cock at my lips.
I opened, shifting between his legs to take his dick inside my mouth, my throat.
It was thick, hot. Pleasant as always as I gave it a needy suck and my eyes drifted shut.
“Stay there,” Jason commanded, one hand in my hair.
“Keep it nice and warm for me, please, while I finish this.”
I didn’t need to reply.
So I didn’t.
Instead, I let his cock thicken on my tongue, let myself drift, anchored only by his hand in my hair and the dick I held. Jason’s hand carded through my hair as he worked. I could hear the tap, tap of the keys distantly.
It didn’t take long for him to complete what he’d been doing.
When he did, he shifted a little, setting his laptop on the coffee table, one hand on my head to keep me still.
We’d transported the table from his old house to mine when he’d moved in a few months after we’d started dating.
The couch, too. His had been more comfortable than mine.
We’d donated the furniture we didn’t need duplicates of.
It’d been tricky, deciding whose house we were going to keep.
Ultimately, we’d chosen mine. It was smaller than his had been, but closer to the orchard.
And Jason had made it his mission to go on hikes in the woods with me.
The hikes I’d wanted to go on when I moved here, but never managed because I was too busy.
He always got excited when we saw animals.
Not the way I did—because his attention would move to me immediately.
Like he was more excited to see my reaction to them than the creature itself.
He was also a horrible hiker. He hated it.
I could tell. But he still bought us the fanciest hiking gear money could buy, and never complained once.
In fact, he was pretty doggedly enthusiastic about everything I liked.
Because he wanted to see me happy.
Jason didn’t make me stop sucking him, even though he was done.
Instead, he picked up the TV remote and put on a show. Something mind-numbing that neither of us were paying attention to. It was just to fill the silence. So I wouldn’t be embarrassed by the slurping sounds I made.
By the end of the first episode I could tell he was nearing the end of his patience. His dick was throbbing. Every time I swallowed, a fresh spurt of precum spilled on my tongue.
Thus far, all I’d done was hold it.
But I…
Well.
I sucked pointedly, tongue rubbing along the underside. I didn’t open my eyes. Wasn’t sure I was ready to be anything but Jason’s cock sleeve yet. He made a sound, half growl, half whimper. His hips flexed up.
“Joe,” he warned. “You were only supposed to hold it.”
I sucked again, pulling off until the tip was the only thing kept between my lips. I opened my eyes, looking up at him. His cheeks were flushed bright red. The first two buttons on his shirt were undone, gray chest fur showing. Jason’s nostrils flared, his hand in my hair pulling tight.
Tight enough all I could do was moan.
“Okay,” he conceded. “Did you—”
I shifted my legs, pressing my ass back to jostle the plug inside me. I moaned when it moved, nudging where I needed it most.
“Oh fuck. God. Yes.” Jason’s hand pushed me down, forcing his hard dick into my mouth, my throat. For a second he held me there, not budging. And I watched him. Watched the way his head fell back, throat bobbing. His chest shuddered, then his head dropped down, a dopey, goofy look on his face.
Like staring at me choking on his dick was making him emotional.
I swallowed and the look bled into something far darker, more hungry.
More mean.
“Off.” Jason pulled my head off his dick, using my hair as a handle. The moment my mouth was empty, I missed him. He knew, somehow. Two fingers slid inside my mouth, teasing along my palate, giving me something to suck. He hooked them, using them to guide me up off my knees and on top of him.
“Hands on the back of the couch,” Jason instructed, the hand in my hair gone now, sliding around my back to my ass. Through the fabric of my sweatpants he groped the shape of me. The touch pushed the plug against my prostate, and I sobbed. “Jesus, Joe. You’re perfect.”
He yanked my sweats down as I slurped on his fingers. His hands found the plug immediately. After giving it a few taps that made me see stars, Jason was efficient as he pulled it out, slow and easy. My hole fluttered, clenching around nothing—empty.
But not empty for long.
Because Jason notched his bare cock against my hole and used his grip on my hip to push me down. My eyes rolled back as I sank onto him, stuffed full, throbbing. I squirmed the moment his balls tapped mine. The soft skin rubbing.