Epilogue #3
When some sense came to me, I bent down and swallowed his length as deep as my throat allowed it.
We were well-practiced, having moved into one room in the team house a year ago.
We hadn’t allowed our bodies to rest in just as long a time.
Beckett was irresistible to me. All he ever needed to do was smirk and I wanted him.
My lips wrapped over my teeth and sealed around his cock, sucking him as deep as I could.
This position didn’t let me get anywhere near what I could achieve.
There had been times when Beckett would position me so that my head hung off the edge of the bed and then feed me his entire length until I felt tears stream from the corners of my eyes.
There had been times I returned the favor, too.
He had to lift his head to keep rimming me with his sinful tongue, so he did just that.
He wrapped his arms around my waist from below and ate me so hard I felt like he was trying to penetrate me with the tip of his tongue.
And when he couldn’t, he pulled one arm around, freed it, and pressed his index finger against my slick entrance.
It slipped in, making me gasp with his dick in my mouth, and Beckett shuddered.
The familiarity of each other’s bodies made my heart brim with love.
He was exactly where he belonged. And so was I.
Our unity in our passion was what made everything else fit in.
There had never been a thing Beckett asked of me that I hadn’t been craving myself.
And nothing he had ever done to me was a thing he wouldn’t want done to him in return.
As he filled me with his index finger, pressing gently against my prostate, I squeezed my fist around the base of his cock.
He throbbed, but he wasn’t anywhere near the danger levels, so I circled the head of his cock with my tongue, teasing him mercilessly.
The tip of my tongue dragged over his gleaming head, then pressed against the slit, his precum leaving a trace of its sweet and salty flavor where our bodies met.
As if he was eager to show off, Beckett thrust his finger deeper into me, moving his wrist this way and that, all the while reaching for my cock.
I realized what he did and lifted myself off of him just enough to let him do it.
Even if I was perpetually on the verge of coming, Beckett knew exactly how to play my body against itself.
He found my cock and pulled it until tension made me whimper, then let the tip of it slide into his mouth.
We sucked each other off for a long time, moaning and fighting against the basic and desperate need to finish.
When sucking him into my mouth wasn’t enough, I seized his balls in one hand while the other explored the length of his hardened taint and the warmth of his clenching hole.
I massaged it gently, then harder, matching the pressure with which he penetrated mine.
And when the pleasure of his hot mouth on my aching cock was too much, I released all of him and pulled myself free of him.
“Stay like that,” I commanded. In the year we had spent together, he had proved again and again that topping and bottoming had nothing to do with the balance of power.
Beckett loved to kneel before me, look up eagerly, and receive a slap that made his face redden, just as much as I loved his tongue on my rim and fingers around my throat.
And in that, we had the power, but we were evenly matched.
Beckett panted as I crawled lower along his body, then positioned my butt over his crotch. His hands fell on my cheeks with a loud slap that made me moan harder. “Look at that sweet ass,” he purred, grinding my cheeks for a moment.
I leaned forward, reached for the backpack strategically left by one of the armchairs and dragged it closer. In the small compartment I found our lube and poured some over my fingers, all the while Beckett spread my cheeks, then pressed them together, making me hornier by the heartbeat.
I reached behind my back and took his hard cock in my lube-slick hand, then stroked him until he was well covered.
When I held my breath and bit my lip, I moved back a few inches, holding him upright, and used my hips to gently impale myself on his length.
A little at first, feeling him settle inside of me, I whimpered and groaned.
His impatience showed when he held my hips firmer and jerked his body up. His cock stabbed into me, making me yelp and laugh with relief. I was used to his size, although I needed a minute to adjust. But another jerk of his hips assured me I was ready to sink onto him.
My voice rose as he filled me deeper. His cock reached in and rubbed against my prostate, making mine leap with excitement. My legs were folded around his torso and I sat on him until my cheeks touched his crotch. Then, slowly, I leaned back and placed my hands around his shoulders.