Epilogue Forever
Levi
Tour flew by faster than I expected, especially with how often I was sober, but Sidney helped me every single minute of it. I wasn’t perfect, yet Sid loved me through it anyway, and now that I’ve got him home with me I never plan on letting him go.
It’s been two weeks since we’ve seen the outdoors, but as my cock sinks inside of him I find I don’t need sunshine. He’s the only light I need. “Fuck, baby boy. I’m addicted to you.”
I pepper kisses along his throat as I pin him to my lap by his hips, only giving him enough leeway to get his knees in a comfortable position on the couch.
“Are you prepared to carry me the rest of the day?” he asks, smiling as he rolls his hips. “Three times before lunch is a lot on my poor little asshole.”
“I’ll make you a deal. I’ll carry you, but we need to double that by dinner.”
I grin against his skin before pulling back to see his expression, and I’m not disappointed. His pupils are blown, cheeks are reddening more by the second, and his beautiful lips are parted. “We don’t have to go anywhere tomorrow, right?”
“Nope. I’m not ready to share you with the outside world again. Bash and Alaina are lucky I’m letting them come over later. Your face is the only one I want to see.”
“Then fine,” he agrees with a sappy smile. “Six before dinner.”
Before I can say anything else, Sid starts bouncing, making my jaw drop in pleasure.
Endorphins cloud my thoughts in the best fucking way, and it’s better than any high I’ve ever had before him.
I don’t need drugs anymore, and although it’s probably not good I lean on Sidney so heavily, I’ve truly never been happier before.
“Just like that. You ride me so fucking good.”
His cock slaps off my stomach as he braces his hands on my knees behind him and slows down just a little, taking every inch before sliding back up. “God, I wanna kiss you so bad. I have to wait, right? You said I have to wait.”
“Such a good boy for me,” I breathe, watching him move like my own personal porno but a million times better. “You’ll get to kiss me soon, baby. Keep moving like that.”
I slap the head of his cock and grunt when he clenches. Every inch of his gorgeous body is taut as he holds his pace perfectly, eyes locked on my lips.
“I love you,” he whispers, whimpering as I thrust up to meet his bounces and dig my nails into his skin.
“I love you. You’re so damn beautiful, doll. I wish you could see what I see.”
“So make me watch next time,” he laughs breathlessly. “Number four in front of the mirror.”
Just the idea has me groaning and my cock pulsing. “Fuck yes. Goddamnit, you feel so fucking good.”
It takes all of my strength not to flip our positions and pound into him, but if I do I will blow much faster than I want to.
Yet watching him like this as he neglects his leaking, desperate cock and pleases only me does something I can’t deny.
I’d suck his dick into my mouth if I could, but I’m not flexible enough so I let myself enjoy what he’s giving me instead, my balls tightening as he moves perfectly. “Look at your cock, baby boy. Do you need relief?”
Judging by the confusion on his face as his pace falters, he forgot all about himself. “Oh fuck,” he gasps. “Squeeze it please. Hard.”
Such a giver. “One squeeze, and don’t come. You haven’t earned it yet, doll.”
When I reach up and squeeze the base, he whimpers my name, but his eyes darken and he nods with a heavy breath. “I won’t come, Lee. I promise.”
His hips move again, faster this time, his desperation showing in every breath he takes, and I swear I fall even harder. I’ve seen beauty in cities across the world, and none of it holds a candle to him. “Say you’re mine. Who does this ass belong to?”
“You,” he moans. “I’m yours.”
“That’s my boy.” I thrust up a little harder as I near the edge. “Mine. Your ass was made to be flooded with my cum, wasn’t it, doll?”
My feral little soulmate makes the most adorably stressed sound as he nods like a bobble head. “Please, Lee. Two wasn’t enough, I need another. Come inside me.”
Fuck. I was trying to drag out his torture a little longer, but those three words kill me every single time. “Sidney,” I growl, pinning his ass to me so he feels every single throb of my cock, and I feel the precum leaking out of his.
“I’m so full,” he whispers. “I don’t know if I can take three more.”
“You can and you will.” I wrap one fist around his cock and the other around his throat. “Keep moving.”
“Yes, sir. Can I kiss you?”
I was going to make him wait, but the desperation in those beautiful sky blue eyes has me needing the kiss as much as he does.
After a quick nod I meet him halfway, and immediately suck his tongue into my mouth as he fucks my fist. I’ll never get over how feral he is when he kisses me, like it’s better than the sex itself, like he’s starving and can’t get enough.
His hips jerk as he humps my hand and breaks the kiss only long enough to bite my bottom lip with an adorable little growl, and it makes my cock pulse.
“Fuck, I love you so much,” I breathe before catching him in another messy kiss.
I’ve never felt as desired or powerful as I do when he melts into it. It’s my cock in his ass holding my cum in, my tongue in his mouth, my name he whispers when I let him breathe for a moment. And the way his hips jerk like he’s in heat... fuck. I don’t know how I stayed away so long.
“Fuck,” he exhales. “Am I allowed to come?”
“Yeah, come for me, baby. Show me how much you love having my cock in your ass.”
His lips find mind again as he ruts into my fist over and over, only pausing when his hips falter and he makes a mess of both of us.
The sound of it has me growling into his mouth as I work him through it. “There he is. Give me every drop, Sidney.”
He finally stills, kissing me one more time. “I think I’ll run out before you do.”
“Here, I’ll give you some back.”
I lift my fingers up to his lips, humming approval as he slowly licks them clean, cherishing every drop.
I mutter sweet praises and give him another load before Bash and Alaina arrive, and then I spend the whole afternoon staring at how beautiful he is. I’ll never get over it, I’ll never get over him, and if I’m lucky maybe he won’t ever get over me either. Sidney Crane is it for me.
Sidney
I don’t know what’s better — having my ass split open or the feeling of Levi’s tattoo gun coloring in the last of my roses. Lucky for me, I’m currently getting both.
When I originally tattooed half my body with roses, I didn’t intentionally leave them blank.
My artist suggested they’d look better on my body as outlines instead of fully shaded tats, and he was right — but it also gave me an opportunity to make it all up to Levi.
He never complained or tried to make me feel bad about the reasoning behind them, but I know it hurt him deeply to see me covered in reminders of how many times he hurt me.
Now, he’s spent the better part of the last two years spoiling the hell out of me and got his own gun so he can erase the pain written across my skin.
Now, we’re down to the last one.
“What color did you pick?” I ask, wiggling my ass just enough to make him hiss. “Green?”
His eyes flick up to meet mine in the mirror. “Of course. I know it’s your favorite color. Now stay still.”
“How can it not be when your eyes look like that?” Grinning, I adjust my leaking cock and try not to focus too much on the delicious pain. “What other colors even exist?”
“Blue,” he says with a smile. “It’s much more beautiful to me.”
“Then if I ever have to tattoo you, I’ll remember that.”
“You can tattoo me any time you want, Sid. Did I ever tell you about the first time I saw your eyes?”
I remember that day well, but that’s because I was instantly star-struck. “Nope. I’m all ears.”
“We were in that smokey ass basement, and when Bash introduced you to me, I couldn’t really see your face, but you moved on to say hi to Jonah and the light hit you just right.
You only looked at me for a second, but I was immediately hooked.
I’ve always loved clear skies, but your eyes made me forget they even existed.
You were the most beautiful person I’d ever seen. You still are.”
It breaks my heart a little bit to think about all the years we wasted.
He thought I was too good for him, I thought he was too cool for me, I was busy with Bash, he was busy doing drugs and fucking everything that moved.
All along, we were hooked from the start.
But in the end, it worked out for the best — we had time to settle into ourselves, sow some wild oats, and get to know the worst parts of each other so that when we were ready, the best parts could reap the benefits.
Our relationship was battle tested before it ever began.
“You didn’t try to fuck me,” I remind him. “Why not?”
“The truth? I thought you’d shoot me down, and being able to dream it was a possibility kept me going every time I scraped rock bottom.
I also knew that if you said yes I’d ruin your life, and then we’d all lose you.
I thought I deserved the pain of believing I was too far below you.
I can probably keep going, because there are a thousand reasons why I don’t deserve your love, but I damn sure can’t live without it now. ”
The thought of me ever turning him down is laughable, but I get it.
I met Levi at probably the lowest point in his life and we almost definitely would’ve crashed and burned if we’d given in back then.
Love isn’t always enough, and there are things, however much I wish there weren’t, that I wouldn’t have put up with even for Levi.
So, as hard as it was to sit back all those years, I’d go through it again knowing where we end up. It was worth it.
“Good thing you don’t have to, hm? You married me.”
The grin that overtakes his face as he turns off the tattoo gun is blinding, and when he places a kiss near the rose, I know he’s done. “Good thing you didn’t read the fine print on that marriage certificate.”
My smile vanishes. “Did you put a fucking escape clause in our marriage certificate? Is that even fucking possible?”
“It is possible, but no. Think the opposite of that. Think... you can’t leave me or we have to sword fight to the death. So unless you’re ready to put a knife through my heart, you’re not going anywhere, Sidney Cross.”
I have no idea if he’s telling the truth or lying, but I don’t think I care either way. I’d sign that contract a hundred times. Pouting, I clench around his cock and wrap my legs around his waist to pin him there. “Seems like you’re the one stabbing me.”
“Different kind of sword fight, but we can practice with those any time, baby.”
He makes it twitch deep inside of me, and suddenly, I don’t care about anything but this moment.
For the first time in my life, things are better than fine. They’re great, I’m great, everything is great.
And if he was telling the truth, it’ll either stay that way or I’ll die — and I think that makes one thing pretty clear.
I win.