Epilogue
Ky
One Month Later
“I talked to Ingram today,” I said as Chris climbed into the bed and snuggled up next to me.
Chris had gone back to running the bar. It didn’t surprise me in the least. Everything seemed to have gone back to normal, in a way. Mornings he spent out on the water. Then we’d eat breakfast together and I’d clean up while he showered. Sometimes I’d get done in time to slip into the shower just as he was finishing up and take him up against the wall.
“How’s she doing?” he asked as his arm wrapped around me.
“She sounded good. Happier and lighter.” A smile tugged at my lips.
She hadn’t been gone that long but it was clear being there was working its magic for her. I knew she still had a long road ahead, but talking to her a few times a week really helped to set my mind at ease.
“I want to go see her but I figured I’d give it a little more time,” he said like he’d read my mind.
We lay there, intertwined with each other talking about the little things. I loved ending the day like this, tangled up with Chris and filling in one another with the simple stuff about the day. Nothing big or life-altering, but important nonetheless.
“Chris,” I said after we’d gone quiet for a while.
“Yeah?” he asked and his head tilted up to look at me.
I wasn’t sure how to bring this up. Like at all. But I had been curious and I didn’t want our relationship to be one-sided, though I didn’t think that was the way Chris saw it. However, I wanted to give him things, like what he gave me. Then again, maybe he didn’t even want that. Why was this so hard?
I’d been thinking about it to the point of almost obsessing since that night in the backseat of the GTO. He didn’t know it yet, but we were keeping that damn car. He opened me up that night and I couldn’t stop thinking about…more.
“I, um…”
He rolled over and straddled my body. This was his version of pinning me down. As his eyes looked into mine, I knew he was not only giving me his full attention, but letting me know that this was a safe place. He wouldn’t judge me, laugh at me, or make me feel weird about anything. Just one of the many things I loved about him.
“I want to try,” I said leaving it at that and hoping he would get my drift.
“Try what, babe?”
Obviously, he didn’t.
“I want to feel you inside of me,” I said and I knew my stupid cheeks and ears were giving away my embarrassment and insecurity.
“Oh,” he said his mouth remaining open as his brows shot to his hairline.
“I mean, if you’re into that,” I rushed to say. I honestly didn’t know either way because we hadn’t really talked about it.
He grabbed my hand and guided it to the huge bulge that was attempting to play peek-a-boo through the front slit of his boxers.
“I don’t know…you tell me if it feels like I’m into it,” he said and moaned as I gave him one slow tug. “Don’t move.”
He rolled over, tore off his boxers, then grabbed the bottle of lube out of the side table.
For way too long, he tortured me with his mouth on my cock and his slick fingers toying with my ass.
“Chris,” I panted out. “If you keep it up, I’m going to come right now. I want to come with you.”
He released me with a loud pop. Then he sat back on his heels and I watched with hooded eyes, as he coated his bobbing cock with lube.
I started to shift, but he halted me with a hand on my chest and a quick shake of his head.
Okay, I was still new at all of this, and while I imagined there was more than one way to do it, I hadn’t brought it up with Chris. So, yes, we’d just been doing it in that one position all this time. I couldn’t say that I didn’t like it for the most part because I liked being in control. I just hated that I couldn’t see his eyes when I came.
But here I was, opening myself up to him and trusting him to guide me through this.
His arms hooked under my knees, pushing my legs up as his chest pressed down on me. He kissed me as his hand moved between us. I tried not to tense up but this was all new and a bit scary. I mean, his dick was a lot bigger than his fingers, that was for sure.
“Look at me,” he said and I hadn’t realized that my eyes were screwed shut tight. “I’ll go slow. If it’s too much, tell me and we’ll stop.
Then he was pushing into me. I took slow, deep breaths in and released them until all the air was pushed out of my lungs.
“Shit,” he said as his hips worked back a little then continued forward again.
He stretched me with such slowness that I thought I was going to go crazy. It hurt and felt strange at first, but the moment he bottomed out, all I wanted was for him to pull back and do it again.
“You good?” he asked, his hips still pressing into the backs of my thighs.
“Move Chris. I need you to move.”
Then he was, fucking me with a slow kind of rhythm that was also forceful. My hips tilted up as my legs moved to hook around his back.
This…this was much better. He was close to me and I could see his face as he worked me. I could see how I made him feel. I wanted to touch my weeping dick but I didn’t want to take my hands off of him.
“Ky,” Chris whispered and I could feel him start to throb and swell inside of me.
He shifted slightly and started working me harder. My body jerked alert at the new sensation and before I knew it, I was calling out his name feeling my own release hanging right on the edge.
“Come now, Chris,” I demanded because I was about to.
“Ky, shit. I love you,” he said deep and raw as he slammed hard into my ass and stilled.
His body pressed down onto mine, trapping my cock between us as he kissed me. That was all it took, my dick exploded and I swore I’d never come so fucking hard in my life.
“Shit. Shit. Fuck, Chris,” I grunted out.
I had no words. I wondered why the hell I had been so afraid of this. It was not only amazing but beautiful and mind-blowing too.
“You good?” he asked kissing my neck.
“I just came without touching my dick. I…had no fucking idea that could happen.”
He laughed, his warm breath tickling my neck.
“I love you, Chris.”
“I love you, too, babe.”
“I can’t move but I really need a shower. So much cum…so, so much cum.”
His hand slapped down on my chest as he sat up.
“Yeah, I can feel it.” He smiled down at me, his face beautifully open, his eyes twinkling light with a hint of honey on the inner rim.
“So that wasn’t a one time thing, right?” I asked almost a little too excitedly.
“No, most definitely not. But you’ll probably need a few days before we do it again,” he said shaking his head with amusement.
I captured his hand as he moved to get out of the bed. His head turned, his eyes curious as they looked into mine.
“I’m glad I stayed,” I whispered past my dry throat.
It was an odd statement, but as simple as it was, it meant so much to both of us.
All those times I needed to run but wanted to stay. All those times he presented it as a nonchalant option. All the times that he made it a pleading demand.
I loved him and I was fucking thankful that he came crashing into my life. Sure he shook things up for a while, but now everything felt perfect and complete.