Dawson’s Epilogue
Dawson’s Epilogue
Two Weeks Later
New Orleans came alive at night in a riot of colors and music along Bourbon Street as Theo and I wove our way through the dense crowd.
Theo had the bright idea to take me out tonight to nurse my non-existent wounds following our loss in the College Football Playoffs earlier that day.
It had sucked losing by only six points, but I had no regrets over how my football career had come to an end.
However, when my boyfriend had offered to play designated driver—or rather, designated walker—for me out on the infamous Bourbon Street, I couldn’t refuse. Theo was committed to staying substance-free following his stint at Harbor House.
It had only been a couple of weeks since he’d been discharged, but the change in him was remarkable.
There was a lightness in him that I hadn’t truly seen since we were teenagers before he’d been faced with the reality of his diagnosis.
I didn’t think it was possible, but Theo enjoyed being on his new medication and was diligent in taking it daily.
That wasn’t to say everything would always be as good and peaceful as it was now, but he and I were ready for the bad days when they came.
Along with Maggie, we had come up with a plan for if or when Theo’s symptoms re-emerged.
For now, we were going to enjoy and revel in every good day that we woke up to because we knew how precious they were and we didn’t want to take a single minute for granted.
And right now, I was looking forward to the good night I planned to enjoy with Theo back at our hotel.
He was currently weaving us through the dense crowd with my hand clasped tight in his.
His sleeveless black tank showcased his toned biceps and those sexy as hell tattoos that I wanted to kiss and bite all night.
I stumbled over my own feet as I ogled his ass, and Theo glanced over his shoulder at me.
“I think we’re almost to the bar, and Nate said they’ve got seats saved for us, so you’ll be able to sit down.”
I dug my heels into the ground, tugging on his hand. “I don’t want to go to the bar,” I said, hearing the booze start to leech into my voice.
Theo turned to me and cupped my cheek, furrowing his brows. “Are you okay, babe? You’re not feeling sick or anything, are you?”
I slowly shook my head, gripping his ass with my free hand and stepping into him until his denim-covered cock brushed against mine. I watched his pupils dilate and the breath catch in his throat, so I leaned in for the kill.
I took his earlobe between my teeth, nipping it gently and sucking it into my mouth in a rhythmic pull. Theo’s deep groan vibrated from his chest into mine and my cock pulsed when he thrust his hips forward.
“I need you to take me back to the room, bend me over, and wreck my hole so that I can’t sit down for a week. I want to be so full of your cum that it leaks out of me all day tomorrow,” I rasped in his ear.
Theo gripped my jaw and slammed our mouths together in a brutal assault on my senses.
I didn’t give a fuck that we were outside in a crowd of hundreds of people.
If he wanted to fuck me right now, I’d eagerly drop my pants and scream his name so everyone around us knew who I belonged to.
All too soon, Theo released me and spun on his heel, my hand in a death grip as he hurried us in the direction of our hotel.
The seven minute walk felt like an eternity by the time we strolled through the doors and into the elevator up to our floor.
Theo’s fingers were tapping a rapid rhythm on his thigh while his other hand had an iron grip on mine.
He glanced over to me and the heat in his eyes could have melted me alive.
The air around us became intoxicating, overpowering.
The instant the doors opened, Theo hurried us down the hall and I shamelessly felt him up from behind.
“Christ, Dawson, you’re making this hard,” he grunted as he tried to get the door unlocked.
“That’s the idea,” I said huskily, licking the back of his neck and eliciting a growl from this throat.
We burst into the room and slammed the door behind us, coming together in a crash of mouths and hands. Clothes were torn off and tossed about carelessly as we tumbled to the bed in a frenzied tangle of naked limbs.
Theo rolled me under him and kneeled above me, the tattoos dotting his chest making me salivate. I tried to lean up to trace them with my tongue, but Theo’s hand on my throat held me down. My eyes widened and precum pulsed from my dick as he smirked wickedly.
“Not now, beautiful. There’ll be time for that later. Right now, I need to be deep inside your ass before I blow.”
I moaned and nodded vigorously, incapable of speech.
He leaned over and retrieved the lube from the bedside table before shimmying down between my legs.
He poured a glob of lube on his fingers, bringing one to my rim and circling it teasingly as he grinned up at me.
His finger pushed in just as he licked a wide stripe up the vein of my cock and I let out a savage groan.
I bucked up into the sensation of his finger pumping in and out of me while he licked and kissed at my swollen length.
“Theo…suck me down, please...”
My begging did him in because he then shoved another finger in my quivering hole at the same time he took me to the back of his throat.
I shouted and arched off the bed, unable to muffle my sounds.
I bit down on my fist while he opened me up mercilessly, the filthy sounds of him devouring my cock making me dizzy with lust.
Theo released me with a soft pop and removed his fingers gently to lather himself in the cold gel.
I was mindless with desire, needing to be filled in the most desperate, primal way.
The hard planes of his body came down on mine, his tongue diving into my mouth and swallowing down all the needy sounds I fed him.
I felt his cock prod at my entrance and I beared down, both of us groaning loudly as he slid in inch by inch.
“God, I’ll never get tired of being inside you,” Theo gasped, sliding out slowly and dragging a moan from my lips. “This hole was made to be fucked by me, wasn’t it?”
“Yes…it’s all yours. Now fuck me hard and make me scream.”
Theo’s smile was pure sin. “As you wish.”
He slammed into me hard enough to shove me up the bed, setting a feral rhythm that ripped me in two. My hands flew to the headboard above me as he pounded into me, his grunts and gasps igniting me in flames and burning away everything but carnal need.
The smell of sweat and sex swirled around us, our harsh pants and moans ringing out in the room. Theo raised up on his knees and lifted my legs over his shoulder, bending me almost in half and fucking into me even harder. A guttural cry tore from my throat, my head falling back on the pillow.
“Fucking hell, you’re so deep…oh my god, I’m so close. Theo, I—”
My eyes squeezed shut as fireworks lit up inside me, a pressure building in my balls that threatened to tear me apart.
“Don’t hold back, beautiful. Let go for me because I plan to fuck this pretty hole. All. Night. Long.” He punctuated his words with rough thrusts of his hips, hitting my prostate spot on.
When I felt his finger sneak in beside his cock, the extra stretch almost made me black out. I was so close to detonating, a bomb ticking down to an explosion set to raze me to the ground.
“Fffffuck, you’re squeezing my cock so hard,” Theo ground out. “Get there for me, babe. I want to watch you come while I’m deep in your ass.”
He angled his pelvis up, pegging that soft button just right. Something lit up inside me and I felt heat bloom behind my dick, my balls drawing up tight.
“Oh shit, I’m gonna come…I’m—oh fuck...”
Theo and I looked between us as my orgasm tore through me, cum shooting from my tip in long arcs, covering my chest in a sticky, white mess.
“That’s it, baby. Give me that cum,” Theo panted. “You ready for me, beautiful? You’re milking me so damn good…fuck, I’m about to come…”
I groaned as his dirty words sent shudders down my body.
He thrust into me harder, impaling me on his dick as he chased his own release.
With no warning, he threw his head back on a shout, flooding my insides with hot, pulsing heat.
My ass fluttered around him as aftershocks ripped through me and he choked out a broken groan, pumping his seed deeper into me as he shook above me.
Theo collapsed on my chest, his weight sinking me into the mattress as we gasped for breath. We stayed like that until we came down from the intense high, eventually making our way to the shower to clean up before crawling back in bed and curling around each other.
I rested my head on Theo’s chest as his fingers sifted through my hair gently, both of us lost in the hazy afterglow.
“Does it feel weird to be done with football for good?”
I sighed, measuring exactly how I felt knowing that I’d played my last game and I was moving on to the next part of my life.
“Honestly, I thought it would, but right now I just feel…relief. I’m excited for what comes next. I’m sure it’ll hit me later on and I’ll miss it, but for now, I’m happy.”
Theo hummed in acknowledgement, but didn’t say anything else. I was about to ask him what was on his mind when he spoke again.
“I think I want to become a substance abuse counselor.”
My head snapped up and I gaped at him, not expecting that reveal. “Are you serious?”
Theo chewed on his lip and gave me a wary glance.
“Yeah. I thought about it on and off while I was in rehab, but lately the idea keeps coming to me. I really want to become a therapist ultimately, but I think getting my license for substance abuse and chemical dependency counseling first would be smart.”
“What do you want to do with that specifically?”