Epilogue #2
It’s difficult getting inside the condo without combusting.
Handsy, laughing, knowing he’s got something inside him right now as he fumbles with his keys in the door, and also knowing we could get caught by the wrong people—our immediate neighbors are cool but you never know—and then Sam’s yanking me inside.
Pushing me up against the wall of the hallway, kissing me like he’s going to eat me up, and my hands are already going under his shirt and caressing all that hard, well-earned muscle.
“God,” he groans against my mouth. “I could take you right here.”
“What’s stopping you?”
“You’ll make a mess.” His tongue drags along my lower lip. “On the wall.”
“Messes can be cleaned.” I tug the waistband of his sweats away from his skin.
I can already smell him, his arousal a musky, heady thing as it thickens the air.
My other hand presses flat against his stomach, his happy trail scratchy beneath my palm, and his abs clench.
“How’s it feel?” I ask him as he sucks on my throat.
“The plug?” His teeth graze my skin and I shudder. “Good. Surprisingly good. Hope your cock feels as nice.”
“I’ll be gentle,” I tell him, and he laughs breathlessly into my neck. “What? What’s funny?”
“I dunno. Thinking of myself being fucked is weird.”
“Weird-weird or hot-weird?”
“Hot-weird.” He’s shoving up my shirt. “Definitely.”
We don’t stay in the hallway. He picks me up and carries me into the bedroom where, after laying me on the bed, he pulls my clothes off one by one, mouthing and kissing my skin as it’s revealed like he’s never seen it before.
Revels in it, even, as he flips me onto my front, brushing my hair to the side so he can kiss down the back of my neck.
His touch there doesn’t bother me anymore, featherlight against my scars.
I revel in it, too. Sigh, head tipping to the side as he trails his mouth down between my shoulder blades and along my spine.
His fingers glide up my flanks, pausing only to brush that bullet graze that’s long since scarred, before they circle my nipples.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he murmurs to me. He’s hard in his sweats, butting up against the back of my leg. “Ever.”
I can’t get enough of him, either. Hard to believe that once upon a time I could hardly find pleasure in any kind of sex.
Now my nerve endings come alive beneath his touch, his mouth, his tongue. I shiver, all goosebumps as his shirt rides up and his skin rides mine. Can picture his dark nipples perfectly as I feel them ghost along my back. “Sam,” I murmur.
“I’ve got you, butterfly. Don’t worry.”
There’s the rustle of clothing before I feel his bare skin against mine.
His hard cock nestles between my asscheeks as he kisses my shoulder.
He rocks against me slowly, making soft, hoarse sounds in his throat against my ear.
I grind myself down into the mattress where there’s already a sizable wet spot beneath me, and my moans match his.
He lifts up, taking his cock in his hand, and smacks it against my ass a few times. I jump with a sharp inhale. “Want this? Hm?”
“Yeah,” I breathe.
One of his hands grasps my chin as he lifts my face from the pillow, and his lips skim my ear.
“Didn’t catch that.” Again he smacks me with his dick and I whimper, going to pieces beneath him the way I always do.
The way he can just take me apart with a few words, a gesture—I love it.
Have never experienced anything like it except with him. “Talk to me, butterfly.”
“Yes,” I say louder, though it ends in a moan as his hand slips down, gripping my throat. Not so hard that I can’t breathe, but hard enough that I really feel it. Swallowing so that my throat works against his palm is seductive, almost.
I don’t see him get lube, only feel it on his fingers as one slips inside me. By this point I’m practically panting for him, squirming and wriggling down on his fingers and trying to fuck myself on his hand.
“You know what?” His voice is a low, throaty growl as he fingers me, and my own moans are becoming sort of desperate and helpless. “Those tests came back negative last week…I was thinking maybe we could celebrate?”
I do stop breathing for a second; my brain has to catch up, actually think through the fog of pleasure.
At this point it’s been months since the last time I had sex with anyone but Sam, and I’d already tested negative for everything before that, but I wanted to be absolutely sure.
The thought of putting him at any kind of risk was unbearable, even if we were wrapping it up.
And in a show of solidarity, Sam got tested with me. No more doing this stuff alone, he said. We’re in it together.
“It’s safe, right?” He gets a third finger in me and I’m dying, humping helplessly into the bed. “If we don’t use anything?”
“I think so,” I whimper. “Sam…”
“I just wanna feel all of you.” He draws his fingers out slowly and it’s agony, empty without him. “For once.”
I turn my head and his mouth is there, brushing against mine. “Me too,” I whisper. “I want to feel you.”
“And you in me, right?” He’s wearing a crooked smile on his gorgeous mouth, a little puffy from all the kissing.
I feel the head of his cock nudge my hole and then push inside, slow, stretching me out.
I watch his face as he sheathes himself inside me all the way, and no matter how many times we do it, I never quite get used to it.
How thick he is. How good he feels. Especially now, totally bare, it’s just him.
I haven’t fucked anyone without a condom in so long I’d forgotten how different it felt, how intimate.
“Fuck,” he murmurs as he rocks into me, and he rears back. “Oh, fuck. You feel so good like this.”
“Sam.” His name is just a moan, long and low.
He pulls out, all the way—and I whine, turn to protest—before he rolls me onto my side.
He slings my leg over his shoulder before he drives himself into me again, and this time it’s not so gentle.
And fuck, from this angle he feels even bigger.
His tongue rasps against my leg as he fucks me and I’m desperate to find something to hold onto.
Can’t quite reach him from here so I seize the sheets instead, my eyes fluttering shut.
“Like that?” God, I love how he sounds when he’s in it, hoarse and husky, all animal need.
“Like me stretching out that little pink hole of yours?” I nod and one of my hands slides down my hip, reaching for myself.
He quickly corrects me, seizing my wrist and pinning it back to the mattress. “Nope. No touching yourself.”
“Why not?”
“‘Cause I want you to come in me.” He bends down and the leg on his shoulder is now up to my shoulder as he kisses me roughly, bruising. I taste blood as my lip snags on my teeth. “You’ll just have to hold out,” he murmurs.
“What if I come anyway?”
Sam straightens up. His hand runs up along my thigh before he squeezes it. “Then I guess you don’t get to fuck me tonight.”
That’s not what I want. I’ve been wanting inside of him since he asked for it back in Daytona. I squirm and arch and wrap my hands in the sheets again, resisting the urge to grab my cock. It’s practically glistening with pre-cum between us.
He presses his cheek to my knee as he thrusts into me even harder, the headboard snapping off the wall behind me. “You look so good from this angle,” he moans. “Absolutely perfect. Love watching my dick disappear inside you.”
I love watching that too. I try to get a view of it but the combination of the angle and how intense it is just keeps me writhing, throwing my head back, my eyes squeezed shut. I want to hold onto him so bad. Want to dig my nails in.
And as if sensing that, he leans back down again and I grab his face, his hair. I kiss him hard as the sound of our flesh slapping together fills the room, whimpering and whining against his mouth, oh-so-desperate to be touched but he’s not giving it to me.
“Gonna—” He tears his head away. “Gonna come. Fuck.”
I can’t get a word in edgewise before he shoves himself inside me as deep as he can with a grunt and I feel it.
I feel all of him spilling hot inside me and it’s almost enough to send me right over the fucking edge.
I wrench my head sideways and watch him as he bows over me, emptying every last drop in me before he sort of falls to the side with a breathless laugh.
“Holy shit,” he says. “That felt good.”
And I’m thoroughly wrecked, but we aren’t done yet. I roll over and sit up. “We aren’t done yet,” I say. “It’s my turn.”
SAM
There is a part of me that feels a little panicky, I guess, stomach twisting and seizing up as Ash moves over me.
Kissing me with an ardor that’s different, new, more dominant?
I guess? His tongue in my mouth and his hands guiding me where to go, and I feel strange and vulnerable in a way I never have before.
Shuddering still, shockwaves rippling over me from my own orgasm as his hands wander lower and his touch glances off of my cock, which is still hard and leaking over my hip.
I breathe in sharply through my nose and my hips buck of their own accord.
Desire is winning out over reluctance and every other thing telling me I shouldn’t be the one in this position because, well, I do want it.
I’ve been wanting it with him for so long.
He butts his face against my cheek as his hand goes between my legs. I feel the tug acutely as his hand grasps the base of the plug, feel it allll the way up to my belly button. “I’m gonna pull this out now,” he whispers to me. “Relax, okay?”
The sound I make, when he pops it out, is not a sound I’ve ever heard come from me.
In fact there’s a moment where I’m shocked that there’s someone else in the room but, no—I did it.
I made that strange, pornstar moan, all high-pitched and breathy.
It’s me writhing on the bed beneath him, legs spread and waiting to be penetrated.