I look up at him as I move my hands up to squeeze his ass, feeling the muscles flex as he rams his dick into the back of my throat. Even through the tears running down my face, I can see that he’s looking at me with nothing but love. Every groan I make is met with a deeper one from him.
He starts to pull back. “Alex, I can’t hold back anymore,” he says, to warn me he’s about to come, but I pull him deeper into my mouth and his release explodes into my throat, forcing me to swallow each spurt as it comes. Swallow after swallow, I take him in, until he’s completely spent. He drops down to his knees in front of me and pulls me into his arms.
Using his thumbs, he wipes the tears away from my face and kisses me deeply, tasting himself on my tongue.
“I am definitely the one with an amazing girlfriend,” he says to me, a look of awe on his face. “I can’t even believe you’re real sometimes, Alex.”
Epilogue
Three Months Later- Alex - Meant To Be
Becca, Ryder, and I have just finished a wonderfully relaxing afternoon at the spa. We booked massages, waxing, and mani/pedis. Ryder took part in everything.
“I can’t believe you actually got waxed, Ryder,” Becca laughs. We’re sitting on the patio of a pub down the street from the spa, enjoying some appetizers and a couple of drinks before we all head our separate ways. “You should have seen that poor girl’s face when she realized Ryder Sullivan, world famous lead guitarist for Sleeping Dogs, was up on her table with his ass in the air, waiting for her to wax his butthole.” Tears are running down her face as she pictures it again.
“Why did we think it was a good idea to have a group appointment? I think I need to have my eyeballs bleached after that.” I laugh too.
“Forget your eyeballs. I had her bleach my asshole. And then I asked her out.”
I spit out my drink. “You did not! You asked her out? What did she say?”
“I’m picking her up at 7:00 tonight.” He smirks. “So I’d better get home if I want to have time to get ready.”
“What do you even need to get ready?” Becca asks. “You’ve just waxed your junk and bleached your asshole. You should be good to go.”
Ryder is like the rest of the guys in the band. They aren’t much for dressing up. I think black shirts make up the majority of all of their wardrobes, fancy or otherwise.
“I’ll have you know that I like to look good for my dates. Plus, I need to shower and make sure all traces of wax and bleach are gone. I don’t want her to encounter any of that when she’s not at her day job.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.
“Such a gentleman.” I joke.
“I always take care of my lady friends,” he says with a bow. “And with that, I will leave. See you guys another day. Thanks for inviting me to join you today. I love a good girls’ day.” He gives Becca and I both hugs and the next we see him, he’s driving by the pub and giving us a wave as he drives away.
Once he’s gone, Becca and I get up and leave the pub as well.
“So what are you up to tonight?” Becca asks. “Big plans with Connor?”
“Nah, we’re just staying in tonight. The guys have been so busy in the studio that we haven’t had a lot of time just for ourselves.” I’m actually surprised that Ryder joined us today. The other guys must’ve been giving him too much shit again, and he needed to get away for a bit. “What about you?”
“Oh, I have a photo shoot tonight. Some band is doing a small show. I was going to see if you wanted to come, but you’ve already got plans.”
“Maybe next time.” I say.
“I’ll hold you to that.” Becca flags down her own cab. “Let me know when you’re free this week and we can hang out.” She gives me a hug before getting into the cab.
I wave at her and flag down my own cab to take me home.
I unlock the door and disarm the alarm, calling out for Connor as I walk through to the kitchen. I don’t get an answer, but on the countertop in the kitchen, I find a note.
Hey babe,
Bill asked if me and the guys wanted to
play at Rough Mix for a bit tonight.
Come join us at 10
Love you.
