epilogue to Where There's Heat
Part 3
“So,” I move closer to Brian. I wonder if he can hear my heart beating too.
“So,” he smiles and takes the champagne bottle from me and drinks from it again.
I watch the way his red, wet lips wrap around the opening and every wicked thought
I can possibly construe runs through my mind.
“There’s a lot to talk about,” I raise an eyebrow.
“There is?” He smiles.
I nod.
He nods back, “Okay.”
I take the bottle from him again, “But for now…”
He raises an eyebrow, waits for my next move. There’s a familiar flutter in
my gut that I know is the lust and longing and anticipation I associate with
moments before I touch him, before I taste him.
“For now,” he takes the bottle again and takes a sip. He puts his free hand
on the back of my neck and brings our lips together softly. We just barely kiss,
letting the champagne move between us. And then we swallow and we’re breathing
over one another, our lips brushing intermittently. We keep our eyes open, watch
each other closely.
He pulls away, “So you said yes.” His smile is wider than I ever remembering
seeing it and I feel my heart stop and restart.
I nod, “Yeah, I guess I did.”
His smile turns into a smirk and I laugh. “Did you even doubt it for a moment?”
I roll my eyes at him.
He pulls his lips into his mouth and gets a little pensive, “Actually…”
I put my hands on either side of his face, “Come on, you over-confident bastard.
I know you were sure you’d have me the second I saw this view.”
He nearly blushes, “I hoped.”
I smile, “You hoped?”
He nods, “I hoped.”
I kiss him again, it’s needier this time. Our teeth knock together and out tongues
lap inside each other’s mouths. His arms go around me and I can feel the champagne
bottle sticking into the small of my back.
“No bed yet?” I gasp as I pull away.
“Not yet,” he answers as he pushes me to the floor. The wood is hard under my
knees. We push and pull at our clothing.
My eyes are wild and my smile is wicked and I see his eyes go glassy with lust.
I push him down and spread his legs. I kiss down his body dripping champagne
as I go. I spill a little that rolls down his sides and onto the floor. I lap
up as much as I can, feeling his muscles shift and jump under his skin as my
teeth graze his ribs.
I put my free hand down between his legs, rolls his balls against my palm lightly.
“Justin,” his hips come up off the floor. I see where this is headed and I bite
back a groan.
We’ve only done this once before.
I push at his legs so they steeple around me. I place the bottle to the side
and then lower my face slowly to his crotch. I graze his upper thighs with my
lips. I run my teeth lightly over the soft skin just around his neatly trimmed
hair. I suck his balls harder, elicit a few moans.
“Justin,” his tone is a warning.
I take his cock in my hand; stroke it a few times slowly. I sit up a little
so he can see me lick my palm before I take it more firmly. He hisses. I can
hear his jaw snap shut. Brian’s always so controlled, in time I hope he learns
to really let go with me.
I lean back down and take the tip of his dick between my lips. I push it in
just an inch and suck hard. He starts to writhe under me.
I move my mouth up and down, hollow my cheeks and put on a show for him. He
has both hands in my hair and is tugging and pulling and pushing my face forward
or backwards as we go.
I finally pull off, the pop when his cock leaves my lips sounds loudly in the
empty room. I laugh and he opens his eyes, waiting to see what I’m going to
do.
“Roll over,” my voice is low and demanding.
He waits long enough for me to gently push against his hip. When I do he finally
complies. I smile at the trust that’s been built between us.
I move up his body, kiss the back of his neck. I lick down each shoulder and
then back up. I push my teeth into the top of his spine and whisper, “You’re
beautiful” before I start my descent. I let my mouth play over every vertebrae.
I work my hands into his muscles until the tension subsides.
“Relax,” I say quietly as I get to his waist. I swipe my hands over the expanse
of his ass as I let my tongue play over the dip just above his crack.
“Ah,” he lets out and he raises his hips just a little.
I reach over for the discarded bottle of champagne.
“Justin,” he must have heard the glass drag on the wood floor.
“Trust me,” I say lightly as I take one of the last swigs from the bottle.
I lean down and part his cheeks, my dick jumps when I see his hole contracting…waiting.
I press my lips down near the top of his ass and let the champagne roll out.
I immediately move down and start to lick upwards, gathering it all back in
my mouth. My tongue is flat and heavy against his hole. I swipe over the top
again and again as I swallow the champagne. I feel him tense in anticipation.
I make my tongue rigid and push it roughly inside him.
“Fuck,” he mutters, I hear his open palm smack the floor. I push harder until
my tongue is in deeper. I drive it in and out until he relaxes around it and
allows the intrusion.
I start to vary my position and then I add a finger because I know he won’t
suspect it. His ass clenches at the unexpected addition, I hear him hiss and
cuse at me.
I pull my mouth away, “Come on, you’re gonna have to be a lot looser if I’m
gonna fuck you.”
I laugh as I stick my tongue back in, I hear him bitching above me but the blood
rushing in my head makes it hard to understand anything. Not to mention the
fact I know his obligatory bitching and moaning about me getting near his ass
is only that…obligatory.
I put a second finger in and take out my tongue. I start to curl my fingers
and move them slowly in circles, waiting to get the desired reaction. He finally
lets out a whimper, and Brian Kinney isn’t the whimpering kind.
“Yeah,” I say mostly to myself. I keep moving my fingers swiftly in that same
spot.
He tries to pull away from me, but my hand follows.
“Come one,” I pet his lower back with my other hand, watch his thighs part further.
He starts to roll his forehead against the hard wood and moan incoherently.
He’s mine.
I pick the champagne bottle up again and drain the liquid that’s left. I think
about how much I’ve had to drink for the first time and I giggle a little. Champagne
always gets me drunk and makes me feel silly. Bold too, thank God.
I take the empty bottle and eye the neck. I press the top to Brian’s hole and
wait for a reaction.
“You wouldn’t,” his voice is low and has a dangerous edge, but as he says it
he rises up onto his knees. I nearly bite through my lower lip to suppress any
noise from escaping.
I push at his legs so they’re spread far enough apart. I lean down and lick
over his hole, spit just above it to help the bottle slide in. I push it against
his hole, harder this time. His ass clenches and he rocks on his knees. I push
harder and the top of the bottle disappears.
We both gasp.
I push a little further and watch the neck disappear. The bottle starts to get
wide now and I know it isn’t going much further. I just move it in and out slowly,
watch the way Brian moves back and forth with it.
I keep moving it slowly for a little while, watching in awe as the green glass
appears and disappears again with each passing second. I feel detached from
the scene, like I’m watching someone’s porn and not participating in my own
sex act. I lick my lips and try to remember to breathe.
Suddenly the top half of his body drops down. He leans against his forearms
and the bottle comes out with the movement.
“Justin,” there’s desperation in his voice. I move to grab a condom that I’m
sure is sitting inside his pants pocket.
I know Brian well.
I roll it on, my hands shaking just like they were the first time he let me
do this. I get on my knees behind him. I slide a few fingers inside and scissor
them.
“Fuck,” he pushes his hips back, “I’m fucking ready, you just shoved a champagne
bottle up there.”
I blush. I did it and yet I can hardly believe I did.
I take my fingers out and press my cock in slowly as a replacement. I’m half
way in when he pushes back fast and hard. I’m so close, I hold his hips firm
to try and control the pace. I know he’ll try to top even now, it’s in his blood.
My fingers are leaving marks in the pale skin on his hips, but I keep my grip
on them firm as I start to move in and out at a steady pace.
I keep holding my breath and then gasping for air, remembering that’ll only
make me come faster. I hear his hands sliding over the wood as he tries to find
something to hold on to.
I lean over him, my chest sticking to his back, the sweat sealing us together.
I push my lips to his neck as far up as I can reach.
“Brian,” I whisper his name. “You feel so amazing…so…fuck…” I close my eyes
tight, try not to come before him.
“Come on, come for me,” I start to move inside him faster.
I reach down with my left hand, clumsily stroke his cock, feel his pulse thumping
under the surface.
I bite his shoulder and hold back, I feel his balls rising and his muscles go
rigid. I know he’s so close.
“I love you,” my teeth hit his shoulder blade and his come covers my hand. I’m
half a heartbeat behind him.
I don’t know who moans louder.
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