Epilogue Andy

Christmas Eve

The hotel was decked out in every type of light, garland, and bauble imaginable. In fact it easily explained why Sam had to rent out a storage unit on the other side of town. He had spent the better part of a month preparing for his annual Christmas party and everyone he'd ever helped was invited. The man was a glutton for punishment.

Of course, he hired Josh and I to do all the baking for the party. That meant shutting down the cafe for an extra two days just so we had time to decorate the cakes. Sam had a grand vision and I sure as hell wasn't gonna let my cakes be out done by Sam. He hired Vincent to cater it as well, so of course we needed up with a strange conglomeration of Italian food and elaborate bakes. And weirdly, it seemed to work out.

"I don't think I've ever seen a Christmas pizza before," I said as I passed by Vincent laying out one of the tables. "That's a new one for me."

"You'd be surprised what you can do with a pizza," he replied. "They're pretty versatile." He gave me a small wink "Just like me."

"Uh-huh. Yeah, I heard you got yourself a new squeeze. Surfer dude, right?"

"Yeah…" He looked a bit embarrassed, his cheeks tinging pink. "Almost didn't get him but I'm glad I did in the end. Not sure what my life would look like without him."

"I hear you there," I replied, patting him on the shoulder. "Josh was a huge pain in the ass too, but it was worth it."

Just as Vincent opened his mouth to reply, Sam was suddenly standing next to us. "I love you two to death, and I really appreciate everything you're doing. But, could we please get everything set up before we start socializing?"

It was obvious to see from the look on his face that Sam was more stressed than he let on. Apparently throwing a giant party was a bit more work than he anticipated. His full moon parties were easy because all he had to do was rent out the pavilion at the park and bring the food there. But throwing a party here at the hotel was a lot more involved. Not to mention the guests would be arriving any minute and at least three of the tables were still empty with food getting cold in the kitchen.

"Alright, alright," I laughed. "Don't worry we'll get it all taken care of. We still got a half hour until everything starts."

"Sorry," he sighed. "Maybe I'm just a bit wound up…"

"Tell you what, why don't you go get a drink and relax. Vincent and I will make sure everything gets laid out."

"What about the cake? It's supposed to be the centerpiece of the party."

"Josh has got it all under control and he'll be here soon. I just had to send him back to the cafe to get the last pieces of it and then we'll assemble it here so there are no accidents. Okay?"

Sam nodded. "Okay."

"Good boy," I said, patting him on the shoulder. "Now go away so we can get our work done."

Sam grumbled as he walked back to the front desk. It had been transformed into a bar for the evening and was currently decked out in several dozen bottles holding various liquids. I watched him for a moment as he grabbed himself a glass and started to pour.

I was just about to turn back to my work when Josh came waltzing through the front door with a pair of cakes in his hands. Dropping what I was doing, I rushed over to help him, making sure nothing accidentally ended up on the floor.

"I've got it," he grumbled, letting me take one of the cakes begrudgingly. "I can carry a cake."

"I know you can, babe," I replied, giving him a quick kiss. "But Sam is on his last nerve and if he sees you're carrying his centerpiece with one hand, he might melt down and kill us all."

"Oh." Josh glanced over at Sam who was already halfway through his first drink and chugging the rest. "Well, hopefully he'll be drunk before then."

"At the rate he's going, he'll be passed out before the party starts."

"Want to help me grab the rest?"

"Sure." I turned back to Vincent. "You got the food covered?"

"Yep." He waved us both on. "I'll take care of it."

For the next twenty minutes, Josh and I brought in the sections of the cake and began to set them up. Using dowel rods and several plexiglass supports, we built a five tier cake that stood at least four feet tall. It would've put any wedding cake I'd ever seen to shame. After it was assembled, it was time to pipe the final details and begin covering it in a veritable smorgasbord of Christmas decorations.

By the time the first guests began to arrive, the cake was decorated, covered in baubles, and even lit with a few small battery powered light strips. It was easily one of the best centerpieces I'd ever built and I didn't particularly ever want to do it again. In the meantime, Vincent had finished setting out all the food and Sam was at least two drinks deep into the party already. He greeted the guests with ample enthusiasm and a small slur to his words.

I grabbed Josh by the sleeve and drug him toward the elevator. "Come on," I said, answering his quizzical looks. "I just need a breather for a minute before I start being social again."

As soon as the elevator doors closed, Josh stepped up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, placing a few kisses on the back of my neck. In the meantime, his hands steadily inched their way lower until he grabbed a handful of my cock through my jeans.

"Feeling a bit frisky tonight?" I asked, glancing over my shoulder at him.

"Being this close to you always makes me frisky." His kissed my neck again, nibbling at the skin. "That's why I like you so much."

"Oh… I thought it was because I was your mate," I scoffed. "Not just a hole for you to fill every night."

"Don't pretend you don't love it. And I'm pretty sure it's every night and every morning, you slut."

"How dare you."

"How dare I what? Tell the truth?"

"Do you want this sweet ass or not?!"

"Alright, alright," Josh chuckled, kissing me again. "I'll be quiet."

"That's right," I smiled, pulling him out of the elevator as the doors opened. "Be a good top and shut the fuck up."

Our lips were locked together before we even reached the door. Josh had to tear himself away from my to unlock it and let us both inside. As soon as we were in, I kicked it shut behind us and began to tear his clothes off. His shirt went first, my hands already touching every inch of skin I could get a hold of. Next I fiddled with his belt while he stripped me down. But before I could get very far, I felt myself lifted off my feet and tossed onto the bed on my belly.

I hadn't even gotten a chance to unbutton my jeans before I felt his hands grab the waistband and yank them down. Cold air prickled against my bare ass cheeks, my hole fully exposed. Without a word, Josh dove in face first, his tongue gliding over my tight pink entrance.

"Oh fuck!" I cried, gripping the sheets as my cock went rock hard in my jeans. "Warn a guy next time!"

"No," was the only word I got in response before he went back to eating my ass.

All I could do was hold on as he went to town on my hole. Not that I was complaining. Being pinned to the bed and having my ass eaten was probably the best thing I could imagine. I mean, who would turn that down? Not me. No sir.

It wasn't long before my hole had been thoroughly worked over and I was practically dripping in saliva. Josh had worked my cock through the backside of my jeans. Every few seconds he'd dip down and run his tongue along the sensitive underside of my cock, making me squeal with pleasure. However, there came a point where he was getting me too close and I wanted something else before we went back down to the party.

Pushing myself away from him, I flipped over and kicked off my jeans. My underwear went next and in one fluid motion I grabbed the backs of my knees and pulled my legs up high, exposing my needy hole to my Alpha.

"You know what to do," I commanded.

Josh let out a satisfying growl, the golden color of his eyes deepening. He stripped the rest of the way, his fat cock making me whine in anticipation as it flopped out of his jeans. Grabbing my hips, he hauled me to the edge of the bed, aiming his cock for my hole. Saliva flew from his mouth as he leaned down and spit on my hole, giving it just the right amount of lube to get things started. Maybe it was the submissive side of me, but something about that gesture always turned me on. I was starting to think I was a big slut than I'd previously expected.

However, those thoughts were driven from my mind as Josh pressed his thick cockhead against my hole and began to lean forward. I willed myself to relax, but it didn't take much for his dick to slip inside. He'd done such a good job getting me warmed up. But that didn't mean I didn't let out the world's most pathetic moan as he buried himself to the base inside me. Something about the way his cock filled me to the brim and then some just turned me into such a bitch. The moment he was in, my needs crystalized. I had to be filled with his cum. That was the only acceptable outcome to this situation.

And as he looked down at me with that sly grin of his, I knew he understood that too.

Josh didn't waste any time getting started. The party had already begun, and we didn't want to miss out on all that food Vincent had brought. If there was one thing the pair of us liked just as much as sex, it was eating. The sex just kept us in shape.

"Oh fuck," I groaned as Josh buried himself deep inside me over and over again. I reached down, stroking my rock hard cock. "Breed me, babe," I begged, staring him directly in the eyes.

"Don't you worry," he replied. "I'm gonna give you every last drop."

I nodded and leaned back, letting him rock my body as his pace quickened. I wasn't looking for some long drawn-out affair and the way his cock was pounding my prostate, it wasn't gonna take much effort to get me over the edge. I closed my eyes, stroking myself as the pleasure crashed through my body. My hand was already covered in pre-cum making my fingers nice and slick against my cock head. Warmth filled my torso and a familiar tingle ran down my spine.

Meanwhile, I could feel Josh's fat cock getting thicker and harder with every stroke. Each time he buried himself to the hilt, I felt a small pop as he pushed past my second ring. He was so deep inside me, hitting spots I didn't think were possible until I met him. All I could do was moan and pant as he used my body to his delight.

"Fuck baby," he growled, digging his fingers into my hips. "I'm gonna breed you."

"I'm all yours," I replied breathlessly. "I need your load inside me!"

I stroked myself in time with Josh's thrusts, both of us raving to the edge of the cliff. My body tensed as my orgasm built, my tunnel hugging his thick cock. I arched my back and cried out, knowing we were both about to blow.

Josh slammed his fat dick to the hilt, pulsing and throbbing inside me. Heat filled my belly as his cum flooded my insides. At the same time my own cock pulsed in my hand, coating my entire chest in thick stripes of hot sticky cum.

Having from the exertion, Josh leaned forward, his hands on either side of me to support himself. He leaned down, kissing me roughly. No sooner had he finished than he dipped down and licked me clean, sending a shiver of delight through my system. However, before he was done, he reached out and pulled the side table open. He withdrew a black silicone butt plug, one just under the thickness of his cock. I moaned in surprise as he slipped out of me and plugged my hole, trapping his seed inside.

"Gotta keep you bred, right?" he grinned. "And, if you're good tonight, I'll fuck another load into you later."

"Oh my god…" I reached up and pulled him down for another long rough kiss. "That's so fucking hot…"

He laughed. "Good. Because you're not allowed to take it out."

"Yes, sir."

Josh crawled in bed next to me, pulling me up onto his chest. He kissed the top of my head. "I love you so much Andy."

"I love you too, babe," I replied with a smile.

He pointed across the room to a glass container near the window where several dark purple flowers were in bloom. I'd been too involved with the sex to notice the scent until I saw them.

"They bloomed!"

He nodded. "Just like our love."

"You're such a cheese ball," I chuckled.

"But I'm your cheese ball."

I nodded, giving him a big smile. Then, remembering something id planned for him, I leaned down and grabbed my jeans, pulling them toward me.

"Anxious to get back?"

"No," I replied. "I have something for you." I pulled a small flat box out of my pocket and handed it to him. "Merry Christmas."

"Is it a watch?" Josh asked, shaking the box.

"Just open it."

Untying the thin red ribbon, he flipped the lid open to reveal a silver key on a small black cushion.

"Is this…"

"A key to my house? Yeah. It is." I reached up, cupping his cheek. "When you're ready, I'd love to have you come live with me. But only when you feel comfortable."

"So… tonight?" he smiled, his voice hitching as a tear came to his eye. "I'd love to be with you every moment I can. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

I felt my own tears forming and I gave him a shove. "Stoppit. You're gonna make me cry."

"I'm ready," he nodded. "And I love you more than anything Andy."

I pulled him into my arms, sniffling the whole way. "I love you too you big idiot."

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