Epilogue Two
ELLIOT
Six months later
My heart was beating fast, my temperature rising at knowing that in a few moments, I’d walk the runway for the first time in almost a year.
The last time I opened a show, I fell on my face in front of the whole room.
It was a breaking point, one of many. But knowing that since then, I’d overcome much worse, I didn’t allow passing fears to interrupt me.
Closing my eyes, I transformed the shouting and yelling of the backstage into nothing but white noise until the show’s producer called my name.
In a heartbeat, I blinked them open to see her holding five fingers ahead of her.
My cue.
Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Vito giving me the thumbs-up. I sent him a short wink that made him smile, then turned back around and ran up the stage. I shook my body, relaxing those last nerves when it was a go, and I walked out there, feeling like a million bucks.
After too much champagne, and narrowly avoiding indecent exposure, we managed to leave the after-party before things got scandalous. Taking over my lips, Daniel slammed the condo door behind us after we barely stumbled inside.
Fighting for dominance, I grabbed his jaw and angled his head back before pushing my tongue into his mouth, letting him suck on it.
He groaned into the kiss, his hands grabbing my ass and squeezing it tight as I explored his mouth with mine.
His newly grown stubble rubbed against my jaw as we kissed, scratching my skin in the best possible way that made me hot all over.
He felt rough, strong, but at the same time, tender, and his lips were like silky velvet, caressing me with nothing but love.
Eager for more, I grabbed his loose tie in both hands and pulled him closer, until there was no room between us, and my thigh shoved against his hard-on.
“F-fuck,” he groaned in his sexy English, tearing his lips away from mine.
I noticed that whenever he got drunk, he slipped into English. Wasn’t it cute?
I began kissing along his neck, going up until I reached the spot behind his ear. His skin was hot, painted in beautiful red that reflected our burning love.
“Maybe we should have kept the bed,” he panted, voice rough.
Taking my lips off him, I glanced back at our empty condo. One would think we’d been robbed, as apart from a few boxes tossed around and some old newspapers, there was nothing in here but white walls.
Not that I care.
Grabbing Daniel’s jaw, I forced his attention back on me.
“Beds are such a boring place to have sex, don’t you think?
” With my other hand, I unbuckled his belt and pulled it out, tossing it away before opening his fly.
“Allez, monsieur. Move that sexy ass there,” I said with a wink, knowing he liked it when I got cocky.
Daniel fumbled on his feet, moving over to where our couch once was.
“Now, let me see that cock.”
He eagerly obliged.
Pushing his pants and underwear down his strong legs, he was left in his tailored shoes, socks, and wouldn’t you know it? His sock garters. He was one sexy man, but what I cared about more was his hard dick, which bounced free.
Satisfied, I licked my lips at the sight of his magnificent cock, standing tall just for me. Vito would probably curse me for what I was about to do to his clothes, but oh well, he’d understand my need to get down and dirty with a man like Daniel.
“Oh, God, Elliot,” he gasped as I wrapped my fingers around his cock.
“Did we not agree not to call the Lord’s name in vain?” I smirked, then moved to kneel before him. “Or do you want to play church? Uh, let me see if I remember how it go in English…” I said while moving my hand along his stiff length. “Oui, bien s?r. Bless me, Father, for I have sin—”
“Elliot!” Daniel gasped, cutting me off mid-confession.
Looking up at him, I fluttered my eyelashes and pouted my lips. “What is it? Did I not say it right?”
Covering his mouth with his hand, he looked away, his face red all the way down to his neck. If I didn’t know better, I’d blame it on the champagne, but I guess he liked a little role-play.
“S-stop playing games,” he hissed.
“Games?” I brought my hand to the tip of his cock and squeezed it. “I was about to confess my sins, Heavenly Father. Or is it just Father?”
Now, even his ears turned crimson. But I knew speaking English would get that reaction. Loving this side of him, I began moving my hand in long, languid strokes.
“F-fuck.”
“That’s more like it.” I went back to French, while he stuck to English.
“Stop teasing,” he gasped, his fingers already in my hair.
“Teasing? That wasn’t teasing.” I blew hot air over his shaft, and he shuddered. “You see? That’s teasing.”
“Please.”
“Please, what?” I asked, glancing up to see him looking at me, lust lurking in his beautiful eyes.
Whenever he looked at me like this—like I was his whole world—it was hard not to give him everything, almost as hard as my cock was at the moment, pressing painfully against my fly.
Knowing what he needed, I parted my lips before wrapping them around his immense cock. He let out a strangled moan that only turned me on further, and I used my free hand to cup myself over my trousers.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” he moaned, fisting my hair in his hands as I worked my lips around him.
Bobbing my head up and down, I sucked on his cock, taking him as deep as I could until my nose was pressed against his pubes.
He slid freely down my throat, and I relaxed my jaw, breathing through my nose as I did.
His pubes rubbed my cheeks as his masculine musk surrounded me, while the bitter taste of precum filled my mouth.
His groans and moans accompanied the sounds of my sucking, creating a sinful melody.
With his dick weighing on my tongue, I opened my trousers and slipped my hand inside, taking my cock in my fist.
Stroking myself to the pace I sucked his dick, I glanced up to steal a peek, only to see his eyes were closed, cheeks flushed and jaw tensed.
He seemed euphoric, high on me, and I adored it.
He was close; I could tell from the way his muscles tensed, but wishing to tease him a bit more before I let go, I cupped his heavy sac and massaged it in my palm.
“Oh, Elliot, I’m about to come,” he cried out loud, voice deep, as he fisted my hair at its roots.
Down, boy.
I pulled back at once, my eyes immediately locked on the flushed head of his cock, painted in bright red and glistening with my spit and his precum.
My throat was still sore when Daniel grabbed my arm and pulled me up to my feet. With his grip possessive, he took my lips, eating my mouth like a fevered beast before he moved on to kiss my cheek, neck, collarbone—
I tilted my head back, eyes closed, and allowed the pleasure of his touch to simmer inside me. When I opened my eyes again, the world seemed upside down, but then an idea came to my mind, and I straightened up.
“That’s a nice window, don’t you think?” I said with a grin as I tilted my head.
Daniel’s eyes followed my action before they locked in on me.
“Remind me to let you drink more often,” he said.
I laughed, crossing my arms around his neck.
“Oh, mon amour, it has nothing to do with alcohol.” I kissed him, and he accepted me with an open mouth before he grabbed my body and took me with him over to the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room.
I wasn’t a fan of being carried, but sometimes I allowed it—now being one of those times.
Without a second to spare, he flipped me around so I faced the glass as he began to strip me out of my clothes. Not being gentle, he practically ripped them off my body, leaving me naked so any of our soon-to-be ex-neighbors could see.
Glancing at him over my shoulder, I arched my back, pushing my ass against him. He huffed, smoothing his hand over my skin before he spit on it and brought his slick fingers to my hole.
Teasing me, he circled my rim in slow strokes before he pressed his thumb to my hole.
I bit my lip, eager to feel the familiar burn once he pushed in.
He didn’t fail me, quickly shoving his fingers inside my ass, using his spit to ease the friction.
My breath became heavier, and I prepared myself to be taken raw when suddenly—
“Where are you going?” I frowned, watching him walk away. He then bent down and picked something out of one of the boxes, making me huff a laugh. “They took our bed, but you made sure to keep lube?”
Coming back to me, he shrugged. “I only kept the necessities,” he said, flicking open the cap.
“We could have used spit, you know?” I turned my head back to face my reflection when he planted a kiss on my neck that gave me goose bumps.
“And risk getting this hurt?” he asked, clicking his tongue and pressed his fingers to my needy hole. “Never.”
I tensed as the cold lube touched my skin, then moaned when he warmed it up using his talented fingers.
“Daniel—”
“Not so cocky anymore, are you?” he whispered in my ear right before he pushed two slick fingers into my hole, making my skin grow hot with pleasure.
Pouring more lube, he then began stretching me open, first with two fingers, then with three, and by the time I was ready, he had four fingers knuckle-deep inside me as I fucked back against him.
I widened my stance, my hands pressed hard against the cold window as I pushed my ass back, trying to get more.
Blood rushed to my cock, which hung full between my thighs, the tip already glistening with a drop of cum.
I grew more impatient by the minute, and I worried he’d edge me all night as he sometimes did.
I loved it, but today? Today, I needed him to pound me hard and fast.
“Do you know what I think about every time I see you on the runway?” he asked, his voice pulling me out of the daze.
Swallowing hard, I shook my head. “N-no.”