EPILOGUE
JONAH
Groaning softly,I rocked my dick against Alexio’s hole. He was open and ready, and he’d let me take forever fingering him, tracing every part of him on the inside, then the outside. I loved the shapes his body made against my hands. His heavy balls, his throbbing cock, his tight ass. I loved his thighs, and his pecs, and the cut of his jaw, and the way he was always scruffy, even when he shaved.
I loved the way his hair curled around my fingers and how his eyelashes always fluttered when I kissed him.
I loved the shape of his teeth when I traced them with my tongue, and how he went boneless against me every time I played with his small, pert nipples. I loved that his skin was warm and his ass was soft when he wasn’t working it out, and the way he responded to me.
“Inside me,” he gasped. We were in the bathroom, and I was standing behind him at the sink, my hands on the counter, bracketing him with my forearms.
His knees were bent so he could take me more easily, and I could feel him trembling because he wouldn’t be able to hold theposition for long. But I wanted this. After all this time, I wanted to feel him.
I needed to shake off the nerves of the upcoming afternoon, and Alexio knew exactly how to do it.
Rocking my hips forward, the head of my dick slipped inside him. It was bare. We’d gotten tested, and I’d started PrEP, and he said he wanted to feel my mess inside him, so…I was going to give it to him. I was going to be good for him and give him exactly what he was asking for.
“Jesus,” he gasped when I was fully seated inside. My dick didn’t go in far. I couldn’t pound his ass the way he pounded mine. It was more nudging thrusts, but he didn’t seem to mind.
No, in fact, he seemed kind of slutty for it.
“You like that?”
“Fuck,” he gasped, his voice trembling. “Fuck, my love. You feel so good.”
I reached around him, fingers toying with the hair on his chest, then ghosting downward. When I grabbed his cock, his muscles clenched around me, and I nudged up into him harder, deeper.
“Shit, shit.” His head fell back against me, and he all but sat down on my lap, though I was still standing. Luckily, I hadn’t slacked off on arm or leg day, so I could take his weight, pulling him closer, fucking up into him harder as I began to stroke his cock. “I’m not going to last.”
“Good. I want you to fall apart. I want you to come first so you can feel it when I nut deep inside you.”
“Christ, Sparky.” He tried to laugh, but I stroked him faster, and it turned into a heavy groan as he spread his legs a little more, and then he went still. I knew what was coming after that. I knew all of his groans and his twitches, and the way his body swayed and spasmed right before he fell over the edge.
My arm began to ache, but I fucked him faster, and then he shouted and fell forward against the sink as he let go. His come shot out in hot ropes, coating my hand and the sink, and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold out long with the way he was squeezing down around me.
“Come,” he begged. He was almost sobbing. “Please, my love. Come.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I pumped into him once, then again, and a third time, and then my entire body went tight as I shot my load deep inside him. His ass twitched around me like it was trying to take me deeper.
For a split second, I wished I had more dick to give him, but then I realized I could give him something else. Spitting on my fingers, I slipped them in as I pulled out and grazed his prostate a few times. His thighs spasmed, and he almost collapsed, gasping for air.
“Fuck, fuck. I can’t. Baby, I can’t…”
I pulled out, then spun him around and pinned him to the counter with my hips. My hand found his cheek, and then I kissed him, though it was little more than panting into each other’s mouths.
“I think you almost killed me,” he murmured.
I laughed. “Sorry.”
“Don’t you fucking dare be sorry. But next time, we’re doing that in bed. I don’t want a sex-induced concussion. One on the ice is bad enough.”
I frowned and kissed him again. “How about zero concussions anywhere.”
He smiled against my lips. “Zero works.”
He straightened, then led me to the toilet so I could sit while he started the shower, and it didn’t take long before we were both under the spray. Tipping my head back, I let warm waterwash me clean, smiling when his soapy hands began to run down my front.
“Were you watching me in the mirror?” I asked after rinsing bubbles from my hair.
