Epilogue One
T wo hours later, Grace was drinking her third ‘stiff drink’ while I lounged with my brothers, and we celebrated two fucking old ladies being sworn into the club. My tattoo was in pride of place on my chest, so my woman would always be right over my fucking heart. If anyone thinks that’s sappy, they can remove my fist from their face, right before I fucking flame it.
“It stops burning at some point, right?” Grace asked for the fourth time, while I hugged her against my side.
“I’ll make something else burn in a minute, babe, don’t worry. That’ll take your mind off it.”
“I do love it though. He does beautiful work.”
“Yeah, I fucking do, so maybe those of you who aren’t fucking tied down should consider that when it comes to it. Has isn’t the only fucking tattooist here, yeah?”
Yep, Rocket was drunk as fuck, but that was fine now he’d finished inking her up. Honestly, I completely agreed with her. It was perfect, even the one slightly wonky line from the start when she flinched. It made it perfectly unique to her, because her movement was forever painted on her skin.
“On that note, let’s go get that sexy virgin ass stretched around my fat cock.”
“Torch!” Grace slapped at my arm, and stalked away from me, amid hoots and chuckles, and various comments about ass-fucking, and references to Has being the ‘ass man’ in the club. Of course, that just pissed Stitch off, and made Elise blush, but hell, who cares, I’m following that fucking old lady of mine.
“Babe, wait up!”
She reached the stairs, and turned to glare at me. Fuck me, how is it so hot when she’s pissed at me? I caught up with her, ducked down and grabbed her, throwing her onto my shoulder, as I started up the stairs, despite her initial squeal of panic, and the prolonged bitching and moaning, as I carried her up to our floor.
You’d think she’d never been tossed over a shoulder, and carried to bed for an ass-fucking she’ll never forget. Oh wait… yeah, virgin territory, and I couldn’t fucking wait. She didn’t need to be scared though, because the last thing I’d do is make it anything other than fucking amazing for her.
I released her once we were inside our room, carefully lowering her back onto her feet, and catching the hand that flashed out, trying to slap my cheek.
“Ah baby, I’m already horny, you don’t have to try so hard.”
“You could have dropped me on the stairs, Torch!”
“Babe, are you doubting my manliness? Don’t worry, I’m about to remind you of it, when I lube up that sweet ass, and bury my cock in it.”
“I really think we should talk about that some more, maybe work up to it, I mean, we don’t have to rush into it.”
My woman was losing her nerve, so I took off my cut, laid it on the chair, and pointed at the bed.
“Get naked, bitch. This happens now.” She opened her mouth to argue, and I reached out to grab her throat.
“That wasn’t a request, Grace. Get naked, and get on the fucking bed. Be careful of your tattoo, but be prepared to get fucked good and hard. I might even let you suck me first, if you’re a really good girl.”
As soon as I released her throat, she turned and made her way to the bed, sashaying her hips as she walked, and fuck me, I didn’t think my boner could get any harder, but there you have it. It’s like fucking granite at this point.
“Faster,” I barked, tossing my t-shirt at the chair as I passed it, and undoing my jeans, before kicking off my boots.
Grace reached the bed, and started to strip, taking care not to scrape her yoga pants over the new tattoo, and letting out a pained hiss as she lifted that leg up to step out of them. We’d have to go easy on it.
I was thinking doggy style would be the best option for her, because my preferred position of her flat on her stomach, and me riding her ass, wasn’t going to work tonight. Next time for sure.
I went straight to my drawer, and dug out the bottle of lube I’d ordered for this very occasion. There was no way I was going to try doing this, without the right stuff to make it easier on her.
She eyed the bottle warily, as she lay back on the bed, so I lay it beside her, and climbed up on top of her, straddling her, but with one knee between her legs, so I wouldn’t rub against her newly tattooed skin.
“Babe, just relax. I’m gonna go back to being a prick in a minute, but just remember that I love you, and there’s no way I’ll let anything hurt you, okay? I’ll be gentle, I’ll prep you properly, I have the right kinda lube for this, and I know I can make it feel good. You trust me, right?” She nodded, biting her lip nervously.
“Good, so trust that I’m all about making this amazing for you. I want to do this plenty of times over the many decades we’ll be together, so I don’t want to put you off this first time, do I?”
Grace
E verything he was saying was logical, and sounded like the right words, but I couldn’t help feeling like something might go wrong, and I’d end up at the hospital I worked at, having to explain how my injuries were because of anal sex gone wrong. I’d be a laughing stock. I’d be in pain, and never be able to go back to my workplace.
“Babe, trust me.” Torch kissed me gently, teasing at my nipples, and moving his lips to my neck, pressing soft kisses against my skin. His gentle touches turned to rougher pinches of my nipples, and as always, that had me writhing beneath him, pushing my hips up to try and get some attention for my clit, or even better, him inside me.
Why couldn’t he just… oh god… his fingers delved deep inside me, finding enough wetness to make it easier for him than I’d imagined. How could I be so wet, when I was terrified of what he wanted to do to me?
Torch kissed his way down my body, pressing my legs wide, to swipe his tongue right up my centre, circling it around my clit as my hips tried to push up into his touch, even as he held them down, and my hands flailed in the air.
“You can hold my head, babe, but I’m afraid there’s no hair to grip onto, so you’re just gonna have to trust me to know where you like my tongue.”
He teased me over and over, until I was shuddering under the onslaught of his tongue, but he backed off every time I thought ‘this is the time, and I’ll get to orgasm’, and I had to fight the urge to slap his smug face, when he grinned at me each time he let my release slide away from me.
“Please, Torch.”
“When I fucking say you can, whore,” he murmured, slapping a hand right over my poor throbbing clit, and sending a shockwave of sensation through my empty aching pussy.
He sat up then, twirling a finger at me, and I shrugged, because what the hell did it even mean?
“Roll over and get on your hands and knees, babe. Don’t hurt that tattoo, but fucking hurry up if you wanna get off.”
He backed up from the bed, so I could carefully turn over, and assume the position, everything trembling in the aftermath of those denied orgasms that I so desperately wanted.
The position doused my arousal a little though, because he wanted my ass, and clearly he was about to get down to business. His hands settled on my butt cheeks and he pressed them apart, which was an oddly vulnerable feeling, and then something warm and wet rubbed at my anus. His tongue? I didn’t want to enjoy the sensation, but it was making me wriggle, and I think even the wrongness of it was half of the allure.
“Torch, no!”
He chuckled, slapping my ass with one hand, while the other gripped the other cheek.
“Yes, babe. You know the one word that’ll stop me, but please, give it a try. Have I ever let you down in bed?” Damn him when he uses logic!
“No,” I said grudgingly, wincing when I caught the sound of the lube bottle being popped open. A moment later, cool liquid dribbled down between my ass cheeks, and a finger followed, gliding easily between them, and back up again.
“Relax, anyone would think I’m about to kill you. I’m just gonna fuck your ass, and make you scream your orgasm loud enough for the guys in the bar to be able to hear.”
His finger circled my anus, teasing the opening, before it pressed gently, just a little, like he was lubing the entrance, before he’d continue. More cool liquid followed, and again the teasing finger, which delved a little deeper this time.
Truthfully, it wasn’t a struggle for him to push it inside me, and even though I refused to admit it out loud, it wasn’t feeling bad at all. Strange, but not bad. It actually made me feel like his control was being asserted, so strongly, that I just wanted to melt, and let him do anything. Should I just stop arguing, and let him do it?
“Babe, I’m gonna try a second finger, since you’re taking this one like a fucking slut already.”
“Get your fingers away from my ass, Mr North,” I barked, instead of agreeing with him, which I suddenly really wanted to do.
He groaned, suddenly sinking his teeth into one of my ass cheeks.
“Fucking hell, babe. You’re trying to make me blow my load, before I even get in there, but that’s not going to stop me. It won’t save you from your ass getting thoroughly dicked down, got it? I will sink my cock fully into this tight ass, and I will fuck it, because my whore bends over and fucking takes it, when I want sex, don’t you?”
God, yes. Screw arguing any longer, I’m all in, because he’s right. He’d make it feel amazing, and I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. I wriggled my ass at him.
“Maybe you won’t last long enough to fuck this sweet little ass, Mr North. Perhaps you’ll have to wait for another time. There’s no shame if you can’t go the distance.”
Torch chuckled again. “It’s like you want me to go straight for slamming my cock in this tight hole, slut. Is that what you want? You want me to stretch you out with my cock, instead of my fingers? I wouldn’t want to fail to ‘go the distance’ for you.”
Something wider stretched my ass, and I yelped, trying to pull away. Again, it didn’t hurt, but I wasn’t expecting it, despite his words.
“Relax, babe, it’s just two fingers. I might talk the talk, but I’m not taking any risks here.” Two fingers? He’s bigger than that, and he thinks he’ll fit in my ass? Dear god, how can I want this, and want to run from it, at the same damn time?
“Whoa, you’re sucking these in, like they’re your favourite fucking toy. I think you’re ready for my cock, babe. Lemme just lube him the fuck up.”
Too soon, his cock was pressing against my asshole, and I knew he was about to breach it, finding myself fighting the urge to clench, and keep him out, even though any fool knows the key to anal sex is trying to relax.
“Babe, breathe for me, or you’re gonna pass out, and I’ll have to keep going.”
“What?”
He laughed, slapping my ass cheek, before he went back to pressing them apart, and guiding his cock into my tight hole.
“You’re so easy to mess with, babe. Of course I’d stop, if you passed out. Where’s the fun in fucking someone who doesn’t respond? There we go, see how your ass just sucked my cock head in?”
Sucked it in? Like hell it did, that was all pressure from him, but it didn’t hurt. It felt strange, but I found myself starting to sink into that mindset again, letting him take what he wants, because I’m his to fuck, and own.
“That’s it, babe, that’s perfect, you’re relaxing into it,” Torch said, just as his body pressed against mine, and I realised his entire cock was buried deep inside my ass. It twitched, and I squeaked at the sensation, making him chuckle softly.
“How’s it feel, baby?”
“Like there’s a thick thing stuffed deep in my ass.” It twitched again, and I shuddered. Suddenly I wanted him moving, I wanted to feel his dick gliding back and forth, and stimulating those sensations I’d felt when he fingered me.
“Please,” I gasped out, and Torch pressed his lips against my shoulder, his fingers drifting from my hip across my stomach, and down to my clit. At the first brush of his fingers, a ripple of sensation caused me to flex, and my back arched, pushing my ass tighter against him, and he groaned.
“Yeah, time to fuck. I’ll start slow, but when I speed up, if it starts to hurt too much, just say and I’ll stop. No safeword needed, babe.” There was comfort in his words, and I nodded, dropping my head down to hang from my shoulders, as he pulled back and pressed deep again. Oh god . That shouldn’t feel so good. I was pushing back against him by the second thrust, and he chuckled again, leaning forward to sink his teeth into my shoulder.
“Knew you’d love my cock in your ass, babe, just like I knew you could handle my name on your skin. You’re all fucking mine now, every inch of you, every fucking part of you. I own your holes, just like I own your fucking soul.”
Slow glides became rapid, deep thrusts, then hard pounding, and I found myself pushing back each time, to take him as deep as possible. This shouldn’t feel so fucking good, but I wanted more and more of it.
His fingers on my clit sent an unexpectedly sudden shockwave of pleasure through me, as my orgasm crested and my arms weakened, dropping me down to my shoulders, with my face to the side.
Torch was carried with me, almost tipping over me, and his orgasm wrenched a harsh groan from him, as he held himself deep, and filled my ass with cum. My ass. My god, he was right; every part of me is his now.
THE END
See Epilogue Two for a taste of Micro’s story…