Epilogue

epilogue

Eudaemonia: state of being prosperous or extremely happy. An expression for those moments when life seems to align perfectly.

TJ

God my baby’s ass is the answer to all my prayers and the source of all my dirty thoughts.

I slap one cheek hard, loving the redness forming on the pale, freckled skin and the way it jolts and bounces under my hard thrusts.

“Fuck! Do me harder,” Spencer moans, arching his back and bucking his hips faster. Wall sex in one of my frat bro’s rooms is quickly climbing my list of favorite places to fuck my boyfriend.

“You couldn’t wait to reach my room, eh, baby? Your greedy hole needed a pounding.” And I always give Spencer what he needs.

But I think that this hot quickie has something to do with the way a couple of girls were ogling me at the party downstairs. Some of them don’t care I have a boyfriend, even though I don’t even look at them. Or maybe that’s why they keep hitting on me, I am a challenge for them. Still, they keep their distance. Everybody knows that Spencer is very jealous and quite possessive, and that I am obsessed with him.

Hence the hot, dirty kiss we exchanged in front of everybody present in the living room—I even slid my hand in Spencer’s jeans to hold tightly on his ass as I ravaged his mouth. Then he pulled me up the stairs, and we ended up in this room. And I’m in fucking heaven.

Need to send some flowers to those girls. On second thought, better not.

“Keep milking my monstrous cock like that.” He snorts, hearing the monstrous part, and then groans when said appendage hits his prostate.

I’ll never get tired of this sight. My raw cock sliding smoothly in and out of him as he moans all his pleasure, louder than usual—he wants those girls to hear.

I push him against the wall until my bare chest is against his shirt-clad back. He cranes his head back—covered in my lucky cap, it drives me savage to see him wearing it—on my shoulder and curls both arms behind my neck, spreading his legs more and rolling his hips.

“Need to feel you deep,” I growl on his cheek as I grab the eye-tattooed hand and kiss it.

He slightly tilts his head and gives me a wolfish grin before whispering darkly, “Wreck me, jock!”

How did I ever live without him?

SPENCER

My cock lurches as TJ’s dick reaches places nobody ever has before. He’s so big, it fills me completely, and it’s like I’m never going to feel empty again.

“Oh, baby, you feel so fucking good. Love this hole. Love to stretch it. To fill it. To make it all wet.”

He spits on it. I’m already slick with lube, don’t really need it. But he knows how horny I get when he turns neanderthal and all dirty on me.

“Want your cum. Get me wetter.” I should feel embarrassed by how needy I sound, but I want TJ to know how irremediably crazy I am for him.

“Want me to fill you up good?”

I nod, unable to utter a word when he grabs my cock and starts a frantic pace.

His low, possessive growl near my ear does wild things to my increasing desire and my mending heart.

He grips my ass in a bruising grasp, surely leaving more fingerprints on my skin. I feel so owned. Like I finally fucking belong.

“Put your load in me. I want it so bad.” I grab his hair and look at him with my mouth open in a crazy smile. “I love you, TJ.”

“Jesus Christ.” He pounds my ass like a wild animal, and I take it, love it, own it. “You are fucking mine!” he snarls. I’m pretty sure everybody in the house heard his possessive statement.

Then he stiffens behind me. The first shot that spurts from his tip makes us both moan in ecstasy. He slides a hand lower and squeezes my cock and balls in one big hand while still shooting his cum inside me and pushing me over the edge. My entire body jerks as I let out a shocked gasp. My thighs tremble wildly, ass clenching around his massive size, my head spins, heart and breath stopping for a moment, and I feel lightheaded, like falling. But TJ is ready to catch me and holds me up in his strong arms.

He chuckles in my ear. “I fucked you so good you almost blacked out. I’m damn flattered, baby.”

I snort and thread our fingers on my wet stomach.

“I love you, too,” he whispers his growly confession in my ear. It reaches my heart filling it with so much elation I’m afraid it might explode.

The music from outside the room comes back, as does the chatter and laughter in the corridor. We exchange a sweet, languid kiss before TJ pulls out of me.

We are at his fraternity’s house party just before winter break. His bros decided to celebrate yesterday’s Wolves victory, and compelled by my jealousy, I couldn’t resist blowing my boyfriend in one of his friend’s rooms, which escalated to wall fucking. Best idea ever.

TJ and I are quite famous around campus now because of his kneeling love confession. And the whole team—except for a few known assholes—asked me to come to every future game and sit in the same seat and give him a kiss, next time before they start playing. He was almost given a suspension by the referee.

His friends call me Spencharm, since that was the best game they played. I huffed at their superstitious idiocy, but I’ll do anything for TJ. Even getting acquainted with the rules. I have to admit, though, that seeing my man getting all caveman on the field turns me the fuck on. Honestly, I’m not complaining. It won’t be such a hard task to watch his team. Plus, if the last game is an example, he has a lot of adrenaline to release afterward, and my ass is the perfect place to do it.

TJ is going to find an agent in case he gets drafted in the NFL, which is a big possibility. I’m a little preoccupied about having a long-distance relationship, primary because I can’t be without him. But we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. I could always transfer to another university—Lori totally supports me. Living without him is not an option anymore.

I take a moment to admire his large muscles on full display and his hair falling in smooth waves a little above his shoulders. It’s always a feast to look at him and know he’s all mine. This monster of a man belongs to me—his monstrous cock as well.

He told me this morning that he wants to give half of his trust fund away to charities to help abandoned kids. Like I was. How can I not adore him and his big heart?

“Are we still going to spend Christmas Eve with your mother?” I ask him, as I clean my ass as best I can with some tissues I found on the desk.

“Yep.” After the way she helped him, TJ decided to give her a second and last chance.

We’ll come back for Christmas vegetating around my apartment, fucking, eating bad food—TJ’s only exception—and watching Christmas movies: Gremlins, Planes, Trains, Automobiles, Elf, Die Hard, etc…

I adjust his cap on my head. It’s too big but he told me how much he likes to fuck me while I’m wearing it. His phone vibrates, and he smirks as he pushes the speaker button. “Hey, Frodo! Slapped anybody today?”

I frown at that as I pull my jeans on. When did Lori slap someone in front of him?

“Not yet, unfortunately, three more hours before midnight, though, finger crossed.” Lori sounds hopeful.

“Why are you calling my boyfriend?” I ask him in mock annoyance as my hand slides under TJ’s shirt to brush the new tattoo he got from Ash. The date of our slippery shower encounter is inked on his left side. I have the same one on my right.

“Sod off, Spencer. Thor and I had a wager, and I won!” I hear his eager clapping. “Fifty bucks, jock! I always win, don’t I, boys?”

“Who are you talking to?” TJ asks him.

“My fiancés,” Lori answers shamelessly.

“Plural?” TJ mouths, before he gives me a wolfish smile. “Having two Spencers doesn't sound bad to me. Kudos, Frodo.” He lowers his head and nuzzles my neck, letting out a contented sigh.

“Awww,” Lori responds. “You are so in lurve.”

“Like you aren’t. You love double!” I huff.

My gaze lifts up to TJ’s. Those deep brown, sweet puppy eyes sparkle with love as he looks at me. I don’t think I could ever be happier than this. A carefree laugh slips out of my mouth as I tag my boyfriend’s forehead down to mine.

Me. Happy. Such a foreign feeling until a few weeks ago. Until TJ and our meet not cute.

Fuck! Nutso is right. It is a Krampus miracle.

THE END