Epilogue #2
There was a new stack of comics on the floor, a few magazines about plants, and a couple other things Haz thought Rett would like, like a ceramic mug with a fish on it perched on a small table.
“You got me a bean bag?” he asked, standing beside the brand new, overstuffed chair. It wasn’t at all like the lice-infested sack in his old place. This one was what he deserved.
“I made sure no one died on it.”
He laughed and stretched his fingers, running them along the light-colored plush fabric. Tears filled his eyes again, and he looked up. “This is too much.”
“It will never be enough.”
“It’s beautiful. Everything I ever dreamed of.”
“So you like it?” I wanted to confirm.
“I love it,” he said, coming toward me. “Almost as much as I love you.”
He leaped, and I caught him, our lips and tongues meeting in a flurry of heat.
His hands glided through my hair, and mine tightened against his ass as the desire he inspired inside me rose to the surface.
Pulling back, he dragged my lower lip with him, sucking lightly before letting go and kissing down my neck while his fingers slid beneath the neckline of my shirt to fondle the skin he could reach.
My hand skirted up his back, delving beneath his shirt and dipping into the waistband of his jeans.
He let out a needy whine against me as my fingers slid into his crack, and he wiggled back on them like he was desperate.
“Have you ever been fucked in a library, pipgeek?”
He shook his head.
“Do you want to?”
“Oh, please.”
I put him on his feet and pulled off my shirt while he did the same so quick that his glasses got tangled in the fabric.
Chuckling, I bent and fished them out, sliding them back onto his face. “I want you to see every detail.”
He popped the button on his jeans and yanked them down while kicking off his shoes and socks, leaving everything in a heap to stand before me, all lean limbs and pale skin, with a flushed, anxious cock pointing in my direction.
I curled my finger, and he came, tangling his fingers in the buttons on my jeans, pulling them apart, and reaching in to touch me through my boxers.
Cupping my sack, he kissed across my stomach and licked around my nipple.
My head fell back, eyes closed as I threaded my fingers through his hair and pushed him tighter against my skin.
He nipped and sucked just the way I liked before making his way down to his knees.
Before he could pull my pants down, my hand lay over his. “You know how I feel about you being on your knees for me.”
“You like it,” he said, stormy eyes blazing up my chest.
Dear god, I do. “I don’t want you hurting yourself,” I said instead.
“I won’t,” he said, leaning in to bury his face in my cotton-covered crotch, dampening the fabric with his warm, wet mouth.
I shuddered before grabbing his hair to pull his face back.
“Please, Hiro,” he said immediately. “Just for a minute.”
I caved in, a sucker for anything he wanted, and shoved my jeans and boxers down my thighs. He wrapped his hand around my hot shaft even as I shucked my sneakers. His mouth closed over me without hesitation, as if he wanted to make the most of the time. I let him be on his knees.
I exhaled my pleasure into the room as he tightened a hand around the base of my sack and squeezed.
I grunted, the pleasure and jolt of pain an erotic combination as he pulled off my dick and licked at the skin pulled taut around my nuts.
My groan echoed off the bookshelves as he sucked me in, licking and working me like an expert.
When my balls were nearing sensitivity, he gently drew them down and swallowed my tip, pushing all the way until his nose hit my shaved-bare skin.
Both hands wrapped around his head, and my hips strained forward, pushing me until I felt the back of his throat. After swallowing around me, he slowly dragged back before latching on to my swollen tip and sucking.
Jolts of electricity shot through me, making me rock up on my toes. Seconds away from blowing, I yanked back, slipping free from his wicked mouth to look into his glazed-over eyes.
Taking advantage of his pocket size, I hauled him up and tossed him over the beanbag, ass in the air.
He groaned and arched upward like the needy kitten he was.
“Hold on,” I told him as I lowered between his legs. The second he hugged the softness of the beanbag, I pulled apart his ass cheeks and dove in.
He cried out and lurched forward, but I pulled him back and held him in place so I could lick long, languid stripes up and down his crack until his skin glistened. His rim was tight but quivering slightly when I finally flicked my tongue over it, and he nearly came up off the beanbag.
Placing a thumb on each side of his tight little hole, I massaged the knot before pulling it wide and gazing at his pink entrance. “Can I spit on you?”
“God, yes.”
I covered that pink pucker with my DNA and then rubbed it around with my thumbs, slipping one inside him.
He moaned, and I pushed the other in beside it before pulling out and using my tongue.
I speared him again and again until his thighs were shaking, and if I leaked any more, my balls would be empty.
Shoving my hand under the large beanbag, I pulled out the bottle of lube I’d stashed and spread his cheeks to drizzle it against his hole.
He made a wanton sound and pushed back, and I met him with my dick, pushing my swollen head through that ring and watching it stretch around me. He pressed his face into the bean bag and let out a moan as I pushed the rest of the way in until my balls met his skin.
In a sudden burst of movement, I pulled out and slammed back in, forcing another yell out of him as he scrambled for purchase on the large, round chair. Instead of letting him find it, I lifted his hips higher and held him there to set a pace of quick, thorough strokes.
He moaned again, and I pushed deep, swiveling my hips. “That’s it, Pip. Fill this room with the sounds of your pleasure. Let me hear you.”
He moaned again, louder this time, and I rewarded him with a few fast strokes against his prostate.
“Oh god, I’m gonna come,” he said, brazenly reaching around to peel his cheeks wide.
I stared down at my body tunneling inside his, at his reddened, stretched-out rim gripping me tight.
“Put your hand around your cock, baby. Catch it all in your hand.”
But then I changed my mind and pulled him up, his back against my front, and I stepped toward the bookshelf. “Hold on.”
His hands slapped on the wood, fingers turning white with the strength of his grip. Holding his lower half off the ground, I pounded into him, and he fell apart, body jerking and jolting with every fresh wave of ecstasy.
Before he was even finished, I fell over the edge with a shout, filling him up until I could feel it leaking around my balls.
His grip on the shelves slackened, his body a boneless heap. After cupping his spent, sticky dick in my hand, I draped him back over the beanbag and fucked my release back into him with my semihard cock.
“You take me so well, Pip. So well.”
“I really love this library.”
I laughed and collapsed over him, my cheek meeting his shoulder.
“Every single day, I think this is the best day of my life,” he whispered from beneath me. “And every single day, you prove me wrong.”
“This is just the beginning, baby. Wait and see.”
Oh, and PS: Don’t worry. I took care of his parents. They never even saw me coming.