40. UNTIL THE END
UNTIL THE END
Kenneth was supposed to be here thirty minutes ago, but he just texted saying he was on the way in.
Now I’m counting down the seconds until he makes it inside with my surprise.
The one he’s been talking about for the past ten days, since my first follow-up appointment.
He won’t tell me what it is, or even give me a hint, and it’s driving me insane.
If I hadn’t gotten the good news at today’s appointment, I’d be irritable.
But I don’t think anything can piss me off today.
Not when I can finally tell him that we can have sex again. Nothing can ruin that.
I open the oven door and carefully grab the enchiladas from inside, then set them on the stovetop and cover the dish with foil.
Right as I step back, the front door opens.
I try not to turn and ruin my surprise, but I can’t help it.
I’m anxious enough about it, and I’m also ready to give him my great news.
Not to be dramatic, but the past three and a half weeks have felt like fifty years.
Being celibate is truly not for me, and Kenneth won’t even give me a blow job.
He said it’ll be even better when we can finally do it again.
That the wait will be worth it. I know he’s right in a way, but I can’t help wanting him all the damn time. It’s a fucking problem.
“Honey, I’m home!” Ken yells, not paying attention to the fact that I’m already watching him.
He’s carrying a huge frame in his hands, but it’s turned away from me, so I can’t see what’s in the front.
When he looks up to find me watching him, he breaks out into the biggest grin I’ve ever seen from him.
As if my very existence brings him immeasurable joy.
It makes my heart thump faster in my chest, the way his eyes sparkle when I smile back.
“What’s that?” I ask, pointing at the frame. I can’t tell whether it’s a painting or a picture, but when he stops right in front of the couch and gazes at his portrait above it, I know that’s where he wants to hang it.
Kenneth turns the frame over, showing me what’s on the other side.
A picture from his studio—the first one we took together.
We’re hugging in it, and Ken’s head is turned my way as he gazes lovingly at me.
The sight of it makes me feel faint. There’s so much adoration in his eyes, it makes my knees weak, and I can tell he’s waiting for me to say something.
“We look so… happy,” I breathe, and he grins again.
“We were,” Ken replies with a faraway look in his eyes, and then he focuses back on me once more. “I hope we still are.”
“This is the happiest I’ve ever been, baby,” I tell him earnestly. “Now I get to stay right here with you. Hopefully forever this time.”
His grin fades, “No matter what happens, we’re forever.”
Grabbing the frame, I prop it against the couch and grab his face in my hands.
His warm skin is soft under my fingertips, and I watch the blush creep onto his cheeks.
“We are forever, Kenneth. It doesn’t matter what I have to do, I will always find my way back to you.
I love you. You’re my life, my everything.
There’s no universe in which I exist without you—it’s us always, no matter what. ”
“I’m scared,” he admits, grabbing my wrists and squeezing once. “What if you’re taken away from me again?”
“Then I’ll come back,” I assure him. “I’ve already proved that to you, Ken. And I’ll keep proving it over and over again, no matter how many times it takes.”
Kenneth nods quickly, then pushes forward and slams his lips to mine.
The kiss is hard and unyielding, reeking of frustration and desperation.
I part my lips to invite him in, and the way he shoves his tongue into my mouth makes me moan.
Before I can tell him I’ve been cleared, he rubs the heel of his palm against my erection, and I lose the battle with my self-control.
I bend slightly and grip the back of his thighs, then hoist him up.
It fucking hurts, but I breathe through it.
He wraps his legs around my waist, and I walk us blindly towards the bedroom while we kiss.
I don’t even care that I keep running into things; when we finally make it to the bed, I throw him onto it.
Ken undresses quickly as soon as he bounces on the mattress, and I hook my thumbs into my pants and underwear to lower them, then kick them away.
My shirt is next, and once I’m completely naked, I watch his bare chest heave as he spreads his legs for me.
It feels like I can’t fucking breathe, but that’s par for the course when it comes to Kenneth Dunn. Hopefully Moore one day very soon.
I watch his legs spread wider, getting a glimpse of his hole, and my mouth goes dry.
The sight will never get old. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me if the smirk on his lips is any indication, and he reaches under his pillow and pulls out the bottle of lube he usually keeps under there when he wants me.
I raise an eyebrow at him, and he chuckles.
“Open that pretty little hole for me, baby,” I tell him hoarsely, climbing onto the bed between his legs, far enough away that I have a clear view.
His balls tighten at my words, rising to give me better visibility, and I suck in a sharp breath at the sound of the cap of the bottle opening. “Stretch it for me.”
Kenneth slicks his fingers with the lube, then thrusts two into his entrance at once. My lips part as I watch him take his digits all the way, and he moans softly. He loves it when I watch him, and it makes me fucking crazy.
“Do you like that, baby?” he asks me, and my eyes snap to his. There’s a fire in his irises as I struggle to put words together. “Watching me fuck my ass with my fingers?”
“This ass isn’t yours,” I growl, sucking my fingers into my mouth until they’re dripping wet. “It’s mine.”
I line up a finger against his own, then push gently until mine slips in along with both of his.
There are three in him now, and he groans loudly when I start thrusting.
Instead of reaching deeper, though, I pull almost all the way out and add another finger.
He’s up to four now, and his legs are shaking uncontrollably.
“Oh, f-fuck, Conrad,” Ken whines, and I push my fingers all the way in and crook them. It forces him to crook his own as well, and he almost levitates off the bed when we rub against his prostate. “G-god. Yes. Please.”
“What do you need, Kenny?” I whisper, punctuating my words with another curl of my fingers. He jolts and whines again, and I watch his precum pooling on his abdomen in a steady stream.
“Please fuck me,” he cries out. “I need it.”
I pull my fingers out and force him to do the same, then shove his legs up until his knees are resting against his chest. After pouring lube all over my length, I position my cock against his entrance and grab his thigh, hiking his leg up over my shoulder so I can lean in.
One smooth thrust is all it takes to bottom out, and we both moan loudly from the blinding pleasure.
He’s so fucking hot and wet and snug. My eyes threaten to roll to the back of my head at the feeling of him wrapped tightly around me, but I force myself to watch him.
Leaning my body into his, I rest my forehead against his, then grip his thigh and thrust.
Ken cries out softly, and I pull out and shove in again and again and again.
Until his sounds aren’t soft anymore. Until he’s moaning so loudly, I know the neighbors can hear him.
His hips are tilted at an angle with his leg up on my shoulder, and I know I’m hitting his prostate dead on with every single thrust. It’s making him crazy.
He’s scratching my arms, head thrown back in pleasure, eyes wide, and lips parted.
“Look at me, Ken,” I growl, going faster, harder, deeper. I grind myself against his ass, and he pants loudly, biting his lip until he draws blood. “Let me see those pretty blue eyes while I come.”
“Fill me up,” he whines. “I need your cum.”
“How badly do you need it?” I groan, pulling back and thrusting in again, faster once more.
“So bad, baby.” He sounds like he’s close, and the sob that tears from his chest confirms that.
“Touch your cock, Ken. I need you to come with me. I’m so fucking close, baby, please hurry.”
“Yes, Conrad. Come inside me. Fuck.” Ken’s entire body starts trembling as his sounds get louder and closer together. “Oh, god, I’m c-coming.”
“I’m gonna fill you up now, Kenny,” I moan as his ass clenches around me like a vise. “Mine,” I moan. “You’re fucking mine.”
“Yours!”
My orgasm drags me under like a riptide, stealing the breath from my lungs due to the force of it.
My vision turns black as I thrust and thrust until I’m sensitive, filling him until it’s spilling out around my cock.
And then we both go still, catching our breath, existing in an alternate yet parallel universe where everything feels light and uncomplicated. Together. Always together.
I pull out of him slowly, grabbing him as I fall to my side and hauling him against my body until he’s the little spoon. He grips my arm tightly, like he’ll never let go, and I bury my nose in his hair and inhale deeply, wanting his scent in my lungs for as long as possible.
“It still feels like a dream,” I whisper. “Being here with you.”
“We made it real, baby.”
“Yes, we did.” I smile, then kiss the back of his head.
I know I told him earlier that I was the happiest I had ever been, and at the time, that was the truth. What he doesn’t understand is that every new moment is my favorite. Every smile he gives me, every I love you, every touch, every second by his side, makes me the happiest I’ve ever been.
I don’t think that will ever change.