Epilogue One #2
“I’m dead. Or, I guess, Tesio’s dead. That’s what the Don meant. I’m no longer Tesio, the man I was born to become. I… I’m Grease now. Jesus, it’s like the whole Phoenix rising from the ashes thing, but I’m not really into that kinda bullshit symbolism. Or I wasn’t.”
I slapped his chest. “You prick! I thought you were fucking dying or something!”
He blinked a few times, the heavy sombre mood lifting a little as he pouted at me.
“You thought I was dying, and yet you STILL didn’t say you love me. Are you ever gonna? I mean, I said it. I put it all out there, but you? You’re keeping me hanging. Did… Tesio die for nothing?”
Suddenly the cuteness dissipated, and what I saw in front of me was an insecure man, who’d put his heart on the line, and just needed me to do the same in return. Didn’t I owe him that?
“Grease…”
“Oh Jesus…”
I got up from the bed, and both of his hands reached for me, but I didn’t let him deter me. I dropped to my knees in front of him, watching his arms drop, hands onto his thighs, as his brow creased.
“Uh…”
“I love you, Grease. If I didn’t love you, I definitely wouldn’t do this.” I reached for his jeans, and finished unfastening them, reaching in to stroke his cock, as he leaned back to give me room.
“You only give hand jobs to men you love?”
“Shut up.”
I freed him from his pants and leaned forward, sliding my tongue up the length of his cock, smiling as he groaned, deep in his throat, and his hands twitched in my direction, but he hesitated.
I lifted my head up, stroking his cock as I stared at him.
“You can take control, Grease. I’m not saying I won’t want it sometimes, and you’ll let me have it, but for right now… use me. Use the woman you love. The woman who loves you right back.”
“Fuck. You’re gonna kill me, babe, but this time I’m happy to die.”
“Idiot.” I deepthroated him, and he cursed, his hands finding their way into my hair, fisting the short strands with little tugs that sent tremors of excitement down my spine. Hell, maybe I’d grow it longer now, because the feel of his hands tugging on it felt amazing.
“More, little pain. Deeper. You’ve got plenty of throat for me to fuck.”
His hips lifted as I lowered my head, and pretty soon he was cutting off my air and choking me, but surprisingly I didn’t feel degraded or abused, I felt… loved. Safe. Don’t ask me why the fuck it felt that way, but it did. It was Grease. He’d never hurt me. He loved me.
“Whoa… gonna make me come way too fast, baby. You’re so fucking good at this.”
I couldn’t help glaring at him, even while I willingly took him deep over and over, but I’d learned that he enjoyed my anger and sass, so I was more than happy to give him both.
“Aw babe, am I choking you with my dick? You gonna cry about it?”
Instead, I giggled, and he cursed, his whole body rippling as the vibration teased every inch of him.
“Fuck me. You’re like a devil woman or something. It’s fucking awesome. Want me to paint your throat with my cum, little pain? I’m so fucking close.”
And yet, did he shut up? I hummed as I took him deep again, and he lost the last semblance of control over himself, his hips jerking as he pulsed and spurted cum right down my throat, almost choking me with it.
He released my head so I could pull back, and I know I was glaring at him again, but he smiled at me, like I’d just given him the world.
“Can’t believe I fell in love with a fucking sex goddess, little pain. You didn’t tell me you could suck me so good.” Men. Seriously, suck their dick, and they think you’re their queen, right?
“You’re about to make it up to me, Grease. Time to pleasure your woman, don’t you think?”
“Fuck yeah!” He grabbed me and tossed me on the bed as he got up, and then he was pulling my clothes off, and burying his face between my legs. The man could do things with his tongue that I couldn’t have imagined were possible. Especially since he otherwise used it to mostly wind me up.
“Yes… yes yes, fuck yes!” He lifted his head, just as my orgasm was cresting.
“So you’re saying yes?”
I shoved his face back down where it belonged. “Didn’t give you permission to talk, Grease. Make me come, dammit!”
He didn’t disappoint, his tongue flicking firmly at my clit, sending the pleasure rising through me once more, and tipping me over the edge.
Grease climbed up on the bed, and lay on his back beside me.
“You know you’re stuck with me now, right? Like I don’t wanna sound like a caveman, but if you try to ditch me, I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth.”
It should be a red flag, and I know to most women it would have been, but instead I just shrugged.
“You can try.”
Grease rolled on top of me, a low growl leaving his throat, as his palm rested against mine.
“Can’t outrun a man like me, little pain. I’ll always find you.”
He pushed my thighs apart, and eased inside me, drawing a low groan of pleasure from both of us.
“Keep fucking me like this, and why would I ever leave, Grease?”
He chuckled, pinning my hands to the mattress and fucking me harder.
“That’s kinda the idea, gonna keep you so well fucked, you can’t even walk.”
I lifted my head, catching his bottom lip between my teeth and tugging at it.
“Better fuck me harder then, Grease.”
“As you wish, little pain.”
His next thrust took my breath away, and then every thrust after that was almost life affirming. We nearly died for each other, and instead? We’re going to live for each other.
I came seconds before he did, my fingernails digging into the backs of his hands, as his hips rammed against mine, and he filled me with cum. I felt languid with pleasure, exhausted, or I guess, as he’d put it? Well fucked.
“Stay with me, Grease. Forever.” I cupped his face, as soon as he released my hands.
“I guess I could,” he murmured, grunting when I shoved him off me, and landed on top.
“You try to leave me, and I’ll find you. I’m also hard to run from,” I warned him, and hell, maybe I’m a red flag too, but it feels right for us. This is what we’re meant to be to each other. Mirror images of smart mouthed obsessiveness. Forever.
THE END