Epilogue
DANE
“What do you get the guy that has everything?” Ethan says as he hands me a small gift wrapped box with a tiny ribbon that decorates the top.
“Did Hannah wrap this?” I ask because it looks way too pristine and matchy.
“I did, asshole.” He tosses the box in my lap and takes the seat next to me. “I’m actually really good at wrapping,” he adds, offended.
“I’m impressed. If it doesn’t work out with the Smashers, you could definitely work full time as a professional gift wrapper.”
But we all know it’s going to work out just fine for him because in the short few weeks he’s proven to be a huge asset with everything he knows and even assists the batting coach some days.
He’s been the happiest I’ve ever seen. It’s a stark contrast compared to when he was working for his father, trapped in that prison of an office.
I can relate. I couldn’t work a regular nine to five either and never plan to, nor can I stay in one place too long. Which is why I’ll be figuring out what sounds exciting to dive into next after my teaching stint is over.
Ethan rolls his gorgeous dark eyes at me, a typical response no matter how deep we get into our relationship because, apparently, I just bring that out in him. But I love every bit of that eye roll. Hannah sits down beside me and gestures to me to open the box.
Okay, they’re both anxious for me to open it.
Picking up the box, I hold it to my ear and shake it as I side-eye a look at Hannah.
“Hmmmm, what could it be?” I shake it some more and their impatience is showing as I weigh between my fingers and sniff the box.
“Just open it already.”
“Okay, fine…fine.” I raise my arms up in surrender.
There’s a tiny card tied in between the ribbon, roped through a small hole in the corner. I spread the paper apart and read it.
“Do you remember what you said in Paris?” I whisper out loud.
Okay, I said a lot of things in Paris. I glance between them as I tear open the wrapping blindly then pop open the plain black box.
“A bottle of lube?” I state questioningly.
Then my eyebrows raise in realization. “Oh! A bottle of luuube,” I state with more gusto. Then lower my voice and repeat what I said in Paris.
“He who holds the lube, gets to top.”
“Does this mean what I think it means?” I ask Ethan, as I actually hold the lube.
Avoiding my gaze he shifts in his chair and I sit up closer.
“I told you I wouldn’t until you were good and ready. Begging me for it,” I remind him because I don’t want him to do this because I want it. I want him to do it because he wants it.
“I want it,” he says quickly, with more breath than words and almost inaudible.
“Say what?” I tilt my neck to the side, cupping my hand around my ear.
“Dane,” Hannah signs as a warning, but I just wink at her because I know he’ll never beg. But I’m damn well going to get him flustered enough to demand it.
“I’m ready.” His voice is tight, like that adonis fucking jawline of his that I immediately fell in love with.
“Mmmmm,” I squeak out, “I don’t know, doesn’t really seem like it.”
“I swear to god.” Ethan presses into his heels and without even fully standing, he's hovering over me. He palms my chest, sinking me further into the soft cushions of the couch. He seems massive in this state, but I smile and wave the lube in front of his face, reminding him.
“You better fuck me, I’m tired of you making me wait. Fucking do it already.” His lips are close to mine and I smile, the thin skin brushing over his with the movement.
“That’s more like it,” I reply, slipping around him to stand, as I make a beeline for the bedroom. We need to be in a comfortable space and now I’m anxious to get started.
They both follow quickly behind me and as I turn through the doorway, I kick off my shoes while I strip off my shirt, leaving me barefoot in just my joggers.
My thick bulge is easily noticeable behind the grey fabric and I make no point to hide it.
I know it’s going to take a while to get him ready, so when they walk into the room, I tilt my chin toward the bed and tell them exactly what I want. “Take care of our girl.” My voice is husky and deep. “I want to watch you two before I prep you.”
Her eyes connect with mine and she strips her clothes off slowly, seductively. Like she’s the one in full control. Who am I kidding? She’s always in control when it comes to the two of us.
Ethan shares a look with me that tells me he’s thinking the same exact thing, especially as she bends forward, the fabric of her panties trailing down the sides of her legs, before she crawls onto the edge of the bed.
We both have the perfect view of her gorgeous ass, her arousal shines over her folds and I can’t help moan at the sight.
On all fours, she crawls forward then flips over on her back.
Ethan wastes no time, ripping the buttons off his shirt as he shrugs it off his shoulders, then pushes his pants down. He presses into the mattress, crawling toward her just as seductively and I take a moment to just watch.
They’re so fucking sexy together and I thank my lucky fucking stars they opened up their relationship in a way that makes me feel like it’s a fully shaped triangle and not some lopsided third wheel.
She brings me balance and security.
He allows for my unpredictable side that still needs that high, that chase. He’s the yin to my yang and I think he needs me as much as I need him.
“Spread your legs for me, baby. I want to see everything while I devour this pretty pussy of yours.”
Oh, well isn’t he talkative tonight.
The tone of his words send molten hot lava through my bloodstream and my hand reaches for my cock without another thought.
My jaw is slacked and my breath is labored as I stroke myself, base to tip, circling over the crown as he licks and laps at her center.
He stops to suck on her clit, using his tongue behind his pursed lips, just to stop again and repeat the process until she’s writhing underneath him.
She’s gripping on to sheets so fucking hard, the whites of her knuckles are glowing against her skin.
I flip open the cap, sure to make as much noise as possible. Ethan looks at me through the corner of his eye, still not stopping that perfect tempo and sequence he’s performing. The desire blazing behind his eyes sets me in motion.
He wants this.
He may not beg me with words but his eyes tell me everything.
I line myself up behind him, coating my fingers with the cool liquid and rub between his cheeks.
He hums, his back rounding as he tucks his pelvis.
Leaning forward, my chest lines up against his back, as the underside of my cock rests in the crevice between his cheeks.
“Don’t run away from me. It might be a little uncomfortable but I promise you it won’t hurt.” I lean closer, lowering my voice, “I want to make you feel good,” repeating the same statement I whispered through the glory hole wall because I know he trusts me.
Wordlessly, he relaxes, arches his back and the friction of his skin on mine is fucking divine.
I groan, rolling my hips into him before pulling back and pressing my finger to his puckered hole.
He doesn’t repel away, instead he pushes back, giving me more, giving me all of him. It makes me feel powerful and trusted, and when he looks back at me with a fire licking behind his pupils I know he’s ready.
I press in past my knuckle. His eyes blow wide as his jaw drops. “Oh, fuck, that’s good,” he groans, turning back to devouring Hannah as if he needs the distraction.
My cock grows impatient and deliciously hard watching her squirm under him as he writhes under me.
I press two fingers in, using the same pace moving in and out before adding a third, using my middle finger to press down toward his belly to find his prostate. Finding the polished tissue, I flick my fingertips deeper and—
“Oh my god, Fuck!” Ethan shouts as he grumbles and he pants heavily into Hannah’s thigh, his eyes squeezed tight.
I lean over, looking underneath him and see a strip of cum that decorates the bedsheets.
“Did you just come? I barely touched you,” I add, but I know the exact feeling he’s experiencing.
“I don’t know what happened, it just fucking shot out.” I can still hear the surprised tone behind his labored breath.
The first time Celeste touched my prostate it was like a fucking firework exploded inside me and the only exit was through the tip of my cock. She was stroking me at the time though.
I see a hands free orgasm in my man’s future and I’m feral at the thought.
He wraps his lips back around Hannah, she grips tightly on his head rolling her hips as she chases her orgasm and, fuck, I want them falling apart at the same time.
I pull out, add even more lube, then press back in finding the same magical spot.
He moans, this time controlling any release but I push in a little deeper and massage the tender spot as I spread my fingers, feeding him so much pleasure the discomfort isn’t even a second thought.
“Mmm,” he hums, as Hannah tosses her head back, her orgasm slamming into her and the moment she starts to come down, I change my angle.
“Fuuuuuucccckkkkkk.” His cocks spurts underneath him, spraying the white liquid over the dark, satin sheets. He grips his cock, squeezing the shaft hard in an attempt to stop his orgasm. “Fucking Christ. Fuck, Dane. Stop that.”
My cock throbs; it always does whenever he calls out my name.
“I need you, need you now,” I confess, pulling my fingers out of him as I push him on his side, away from the mess he made and he turns on his back.
His eyes are wide but needy. I can hardly see the rich brown color of his irises, only the pupils blown wide and curious.
I press my knee into the mattress, placing myself between his legs.
“You ready?”
Ethan
Dane’s current energy resonates as more of a lion than a man.
His hair—that’s grown out quite a bit since the beginning of the year—is wild, mirroring the feral look behind his eyes.