Epilogue Two #2
Taking his fingers out, he brought the tip of his cock to my entrance. Heat pooled in my lower back at the touch, making my cock drip.
“About ripping the clothes off your body and—” He kicked my legs to a wider stance. “—taking you raw. For everyone to see.”
Then, in one forceful move, he pushed all the way in, his cock bottoming out inside me.
Before I could even grasp around it, he placed one hand on my hip, the other on my nape, as he shoved me hard against the window.
I hissed when the cold glass pressed to my skin yet quickly forgot about it as he began moving.
Rocking in and out of me, he fucked my ass like a man on his last mission.
His movements were fast, hungry, each thrust of his cock sending me closer over the edge.
My lips parted in a voiceless cry while I held myself against the window, not caring if anyone saw us. And when I thought it couldn’t get any better, he hooked his hand under my knee and lifted my leg.
“Oui, yes, right there! Mon amour, right there!” I cried when he hit my prostate in a way that made my toes curl.
His hips bucked against my ass as he pounded me from behind at a frantic pace. My legs hurt from keeping in this position, my muscles sore, yet his dick made up for it. Each thrust pushed me closer to my limit as my cock throbbed with the need to come. But then, he slipped right out.
I wanted to protest the lost connection when he turned me around, grabbed my body, and jumped me up into his arms. My back hit the window as his cock slid inside my hole effortlessly.
Full again, I sighed with relief right before he took over my mouth, our tongues mixing together as he began rocking his hips, fucking into me with full force.
I wrapped my arms around him, keeping him close while he continued to thrust in and out, his hands holding on to my body and keeping me up.
In this position, my weight pushed down on his cock, making each thrust so much deeper. My skin covered with sweat, his too, while the sounds of our sex echoed around us. The empty walls only made our grunts and moans louder, locking us in a world of our own as we gave in to each other’s lust.
Daniel’s head pressed against my neck, his lips grazing my skin. But wanting to face him, I grabbed his nape and slowly shifted his head so our foreheads pressed together.
“I’m close,” I whispered.
Not a man of many words, Daniel nodded, the look in his loving eyes saying it all.
I love this man.
He took my cock in his fist, beginning to pump me in a rhythm that followed his thrusts.
One, two, three strokes, and that was it for me.
My dick jerked in his tight grip a second before my climax hit me like a blunt force to the face.
My whole body shuddered, waves of pleasure crashing through me as my cock shot hot jolts of cum that landed everywhere, creating a pure mess.
Just then, Daniel’s hips lost their rhythm, and he let out a deep groan, his muscles tensing while his cock throbbed inside me.
I could feel the warmth of his release filling my ass as he came hard, thrusting throughout his climax.
The whole time, his fist was pumping me until the friction turned painful, but even that I welcomed.
Left worn-out yet satisfied, we were both panting, trying to sort out our breath while our sweaty bodies were mashed up together.
Still holding on to me, Daniel leaned forward, his forehead pressed to mine.
Our heavy breaths echoed in the empty space that at that moment felt so full that there was no room for anything, not even a single pin.
I felt protected, loved, and desired, but mostly, I was peaceful in this man’s arms, who had long become my home.
Having the sudden urge to squeeze him like a teddy bear, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close, basically suffocating him in my chest. The sudden move made him lose balance, and he nearly dropped me to the floor. Luckily, he caught me in time.
“You need to be more careful.” He laughed, his hand caressing my back.
“Why?” I shrugged, hugging him even harder. “You’re always here to catch me, anyway.”
He jumped me higher, his arms wrapped around my body. “Should we take a shower?”
I twisted my lips. “I think the movers took all the towels, too.”
He sighed. “Whose decision was it to move everything out on the same day?”
“Yours,” I said, chuckling. “You thought it would save time.”
“So how about we book a suite in the Ritz?”
I pulled back to frown at him. “It’s past midnight, and we have a flight to LA first thing in the morning—”
He shut me up with a kiss.
“You worry too much, Elliot Dufort,” he said when he pulled back, a cocky smirk on his lips.
Shaking my head, I cupped his jaw. “Oh là là… I see that the maples are changed.”
“What?” Daniel’s brows creased close, amusement in his eyes.
“The maples are changed,” I repeated myself when he still looked at me funny.
“Maples?”
“Oui. You know, when things change, you say maples are turned?”
“Oh!” he gasped. “You mean the tables have turned?”
Pouting, I got down to my feet and pushed him. “It’s the same thing—”
He pulled me back into a hug.
“It’s not, but I love it when you mix words up.” He kissed my cheek. “It’s getting me hard.”
Surprised, I looked down at the weapon poking my ass, then up at him.
“So soon?”
His smile said it all, and since we had time to waste until our flight—
“Well, if only we had a table, we could have fucked on it.”
Already having me in his arms, Daniel ducked his head down, his lips on mine.
“Don’t you mean maples?”
I shut him up with a kiss that led to, well… much more.