Epilogue

Twenty Months Later

I stepped onto the deck of my summer home with a champagne bottle in a bucket of ice. My Hawaiian shirt was brighter than anything I had ever worn before because Carter had looked at it and decided he had to see me in it. Something about me in a Hawaiian shirt amused him so much that it never failed to put him in a good mood. The light cream shorts I wore were hanging low around my waist.

I placed the bucket on the small table between the deck loungers, and Carter stirred, opening his beautiful chestnut eyes to look at me. "Is that all for me?"

"Easy there, soldier," I teased. "You might be twenty-one, but that doesn't mean you have to make up for all the sober years."

He pouted, sitting up on the recliner. "I love it when you talk dad to me."

I stepped around the table and stood straight in front of him, my hand cupping his chin and lifting his head so he would look at me. His gaze, however, lingered on my crotch for a moment longer. Considering I was about to turn forty in August and the love of my life had turned twenty-one this year, I couldn't help it if I sounded like a smart-ass now and then.

The daring look in Carter's eyes made my heart warm and my stomach fiery. The heat spilled through me as I pinched his chin between my thumb and index finger. He had been sunbathing on the deck with the view of the pool, his skin slick with sunscreen, his body almost naked except for a pair of yellow briefs. "Be snarky, and you might get spanked, Carter."

He squared his shoulders. "If you want me to be snarky, this is the way to do it." His gaze dropped to my shorts again. As he observed my crotch, I felt the tingling in my groin turn into something hotter. The sensation was quick to soar into my chest.

I swept my hand from his chin to the back of his head, cupping it gently, but he didn't hesitate. His hands touched my hips and quickly dragged up under the vibrant fabric he had made me wear.

As Carter's hands felt my tensing abs, I leaned in a little, my crotch pressing against his face. A shudder passed through me as every move my love made turned me on harder. I throbbed inside my underwear, my shorts tenting on my right side.

Simply seeing Carter's sexy body laid on the sun lounger had been enough to plant the seed of desire deep in me. Every word that left his lips since, every sigh and every time he batted his eyelashes, was just fuel to an already bright wildfire.

Carter rubbed his face carelessly against my hardening dick while his hands slipped out from under my shirt, fingers busily searching for buttons to undo, revealing my flesh a few inches at a time And when he reached the top button, I shrugged the shirt off, allowing him to kiss the happy trail under my belly button and to rise all along my torso until his lips were pressing searing kisses on mine.

Standing against him, I embraced his hips, rubbing our bodies against each other, turning us on when his torso pressed tightly against mine.

When he slipped a hand inside my boxer briefs, I practically moaned into his open mouth, yanking him closer still. He stroked me in the confines of my tight underwear without showing me any mercy. And when the pressure was too much to take, I let go of his hips so I could take my shorts off. They fell around my ankles, soon followed by my boxer briefs. Now, he could stroke me freely, and I could relax and let my hands explore his body.

Dragging my fingers from the top of his spine, I felt all of his back and cupped his peachy butt. My tongue ventured into his mouth, and Carter welcomed it excitedly, licking it with the tip of his own and smiling wildly, his fist tightening around my cock.

He was greedy for my kisses, but he also whimpered when I squeezed his firm ass, moving the seams of his briefs between the cheeks and letting my hands slap his bare flesh gently, then a little more firmly.

Carter grabbed one of my hands from his ass, his other hand working my cock, and navigated it up and under the fabric of his briefs until my fingers felt the flat bottom of a plug, making me smirk. I pulled my head slightly back and spoke over his lips. "Do you wear this all the time?"

Carter pulled his lower lip between his teeth. "Only when I plan for you to fuck my brains out."

"Dirty boy," I purred.

He squeezed the base of my cock, making my voice crack. Looking into my eyes fiercely, he pulled his head further back. "Are you gonna give it to me?"

I put my free hand around his face and held his head still. "What do you want, baby?"

"You know what I want." The sweet, seductive tone made my heart burn like the fires of hell.

"Only if you ask nicely," I said.

His eyes widened as if I had dared him to a challenge he couldn't resist. "Make me."

I grabbed his hips sooner than he could follow, slipped his briefs over his ass and down until they fell to his ankles, and pressed my hand against the plug to make him whimper. It was the sweetest sound I could make him produce.

And when we were both on our knees, Carter crawled on all fours to wrap his sexy lips around me, taking me down his throat until he drove me blind with lust. He swallowed me as deep as he could before gagging while I leaned in and pressed my hand against the plug between his cheeks. He bobbed his head back and forth, his voice cutting off and his breaths quick and shallow, his moans coming in bits whenever I pressed the plug a little harder.

He would have driven me to the edge of my orgasm if I weren't careful. I knew that about him. Few things made him happier than making me lose control. He would wear a smug smirk for the rest of the day if I let that happen, so I had to push his head away.

He knew what he had been trying to do. And he knew I had stopped it. He shot me a fiery look as he sat back on the bare polished wood of the deck. As I bent down to kiss him, picking up my own scent on his lips, he leaned so far that he lay on his back.

My hand was between his cheeks in no time, massaging him around the plug until I felt like going further. Fingers catching the bottom disk of the plug, I tugged it gently, making my love wince and hiss.

"Pull me out," he moaned and held his breath.

The toy was bigger than it looked, its bottom part making a thick curve before slimming down to a fine, soft tip. Pulling it made Carter pant for a few moments, but the plug dropped out of him, and the slickness of lube he had used warmed my fingers as they entered him.

Soothing the pain, I penetrated him with two fingers, all while I kissed the soul out of his mouth. I was never less than ravenous for his body, and Carter offered himself to me whenever he could. Nearly two years of him, and I never felt like I was close to having enough of it.

He worshipped my body the same way I worshipped his. And when I lowered my lips from his mouth to his nipples, they tightened and grew small between my teeth. Teasing him with gentle bites, I worked my fingers in and out of his slick hole until I felt his fingers digging into my bare shoulders. "More, baby, please," he whimpered.

I liked it when he begged so politely.

My fingers slipped out of him, and I decided to make his dreams come true. Sliding into him and having his legs coil around my waist, my right hand went for his crotch. My thumb slipped under his smooth balls, and the rest of my hand was under his beautiful small cock. As I slowly closed my fist, sliding deeper into him with every thrust of my hips, Carter shuddered and moaned without restraints. My thumb and index finger closed around his cock and balls like a rubbed ring, tugging gently so as not to hurt but still enough to keep him on the edge of his seat.

His glowing face grew slick with sweat as I teased his little cock and rammed my big dick deep into him, filling him balls-deep and savoring each instance when his hole clenched around me. Since we'd left the protection behind, Carter's particular kink was something that always left me flustered and heated, never failing to turn me on.

I released his crotch and wrapped my hand around his slender throat, ramming deep into him and grunting with each thrust. He cried out with joy every other time, catching his breath whenever he could. And when tingling shot from my feet through my entire body, focusing on my hammering heart, I warned him I was close. In reply, Carter's hole tightened around my dick, hugging me deep into him until my cock throbbed and spilled my hot cum inside of him.

His body writhed under me as sweat dripped from my brow onto his smooth, taut skin. His muscles tensed, the definition so sexy and pronounced in every inch of him. "Fuck," he whimpered. "Yes, yes, just like that."

I moved in slower motions now, creaming him like he wanted.

"Please," he dragged through his teeth. "Now."

I let my still-throbbing dick slip out, tingles crashing through it and through my abdomen, and quickly lifted the plug from the deck.

Carter spread his legs as I leaned low and let spit land on the big plug while pressing its tip against my boy's tight hole. His small dick throbbed twice while the plug was sinking into him, trapping my cum inside his body until I decided to pull it out again.

As the toy settled inside of him, his hole closed tightly, pulling the flat disk close against itself, and my mouth embraced Carter's dick. When he was completely inside my mouth, his tip reached my throat. Barely. My lips sealed around the base, and I sucked him firmly and slowly until he shook on the wooden deck and grabbed fistfuls of my hair, thrusting his hips madly off the floor to spill himself as deep into my throat as he could.

The sweet flavor of his cum coated my mouth as I drank all of him in. Every drop he offered, I swallowed and then sucked him for a few long moments until he squealed and pushed me away. As soon as my mouth freed his cock, Carter reached for me and pulled me into his arms.

I lay next to him, eyes closed, while we both heaved air into our burning lungs. Lazily, we basked in the sunshine, naked and deeply in love. Carter ran his fingers through my hair continuously and I looked at him through narrowed eyes. "Are you counting my grays, baby?" I teased because I had once realized he had been doing precisely that.

"I love your grays," he said softly. There were a few more gray hairs in all the browns since we had first fallen in love. "My wise man."

I snorted. Wise. Between the two of us, Carter was the wise one. He was a sweet, kind soul who proved to me I still had a life to live. Not only that, but he showed me that a far greater life existed after the things I had once thought were all I could have. That was why there was a small black box on the mantlepiece in the living room. Inside that box was a gold ring. I would make him mine tonight.

I would offer him all my years and all my time. I would offer him my heart on a string, and I knew, deep down, that he would take it. He had already taken it on the night I had come for him. And he had given me his heart for safekeeping just the same.

In the two years that we were together, I discovered more joy and more life than in the twenty years that preceded him. When I coached the Titans, he cheered me on. When I decided to leave that job with an entire generation of players who were going out to make their dreams come true, he held my hand. And when he performed for the ever-growing crowds, I was in the front row. When gossip columns speculated about us, we came out to the public and were met with nothing but love. Times had changed, but my love for Carter never lost its edge or its immense power.

Yes. I knew we were meant to be.

Offering him the ring was only a reminder of a promise I repeated every day of our lives. "You are my love. You are everything I could possibly want. You are the person I live and breathe for."

And every day, he blinked slowly and pressed a kiss to my lips, sealing the promise anew.

The End.