“I love you.”
“Love you more.”
And then he’s moving, and I want to do all of it at once. Touch, thrust, kiss, but I end up just lying there, my hands scrambling to hold onto him as he rides me like he’s done this his entire life.
And, of course, I come first, emptying myself into his ass. He follows me over shortly, shooting all over my stomach and hitting my chin and mouth with his release.
I lick my lips, and he huffs, wiping me clean with his thumb. He presses that finger into my mouth, so I can taste him.
“You’re a mess,” he says as he does it, watching me suck his release off his skin.
When my entire chest is wiped clean, I arch my back. I’m still inside of him, and he hisses at the feeling.
“That was amazing.”
“I’m glad you liked it.”
I wiggle beneath him again. “Didyoulike it?”
He presses his forehead to mine. “Of course. It was with you.”
“Are you too sore?”
“I think I’m okay,” he says, clenching himself around me.
“Oh god,” I moan. “Just give me like ten more minutes, and I’ll be ready to go again.”
Whit huffs and then shifts off of me.
“Shower first.”
God.
This guy.
EPILOGUE
Five Years Later
We made it. Even when it seemed impossible.
I graduated with my B.S. in Business Administration and took over my uncle's scrapyard near campus. At the same time, Whit went on to take his LSATs and was accepted into a university near my aunt and uncle’s house.
I worked my ass off the next few years to put him through law school, using the money from my mom’s life insurance to afford a small studio apartment near his graduate school so he could focus on classes and not have to work. And it wasn’t easy all the time. We ate in most nights, rarely going out. Sometimes bills didn’t get paid right away. Credit card debt was racked up during emergencies. Our free time was spent with my family or lounging inside our studio apartment, making out, fucking, or cuddling.
Needless to say, it’s been the best five years of my life, even when it was tough.
“You ready for your first day tomorrow?” I ask Whit, who is laying out his recently pressed suit. Tidy as ever.
He glances over at me and nods. “I am.”
“Did I tell you how much I liked your office?" I smirk at him. “You have a very nice desk. Very sturdy.”
Whit narrows his eyes at me but adjusts himself all the same. He's remembering when we moved everything into his brand-new office space two days ago after hours. He ended up fucking me on that sturdy desk. Did unspeakably filthy things to me.
I made such a mess all over.
“You left a stain.”