Page 117 of Play With Me
I know when we wake up, we’ll move forward through all of this together.
That’s a promise.
Epilogue
Eight months later….
“Hey. Has Paulie been acting weird?” I ask Colton as I slide into our queen-size bed and shuffle right over to him. We graduated two months ago, and I moved out of the apartment I shared with Paulie and into the small loft Colton bought with his inheritance. As soon as he signed on to a professional men’s soccer team, he started looking at places near his club. And within a few weeks, he found the perfect one.
I feel like a bit of a freeloader, living here rent-free, but he assures me he doesn’t mind. All he wants is me. And I provide him with a lot of things—including my ass. I do work, and I pay for everything I possibly can, but at the moment, I make nothing compared to what he’s bringing in. But he never makes me feel bad about it.
I think he likes providing for me.
Colton peers over at me, his hand reaching out to link with mine.
“I haven’t noticed anything. Maybe he’s just upset that you moved out?”
“No, he’s happy for us. He said so. He just seems…sneaky.”
“Well, we are seeing him and your family this weekend, so maybe you can ask him face-to-face what’s going on then?”
“Yeah,” I say, worrying my bottom lip. Colton turns over onto his side and drags me close to him. Our bodies are flush together, my leg hooked over his, my hand moving into his hair. He sighs happily, and after a few minutes of just staring at each other, our lips meet in a sweet kiss that turns sultry in seconds. Despite being together for almost a year, nothing much has changed on this front. I’m still as eager for his mouth, cock, and body as before. For a time, I worried it would wear off, would become dull, but it hasn’t.
I love Colton.
He’s mine and will be for as long as I can have him.
Which he assures me is forever.
And it seems he’s in this as well. We’ve talked about future plans, vacations to different countries, and even the idea of marriage. Every time he mentions that word, my heart thumps happily in my chest, and I feel warm all over.
To be officially his. Legally.
Fuck yes.
I’d do that in a heartbeat, especially because we don’t feel the need to hide who we are anymore. We’re together. People accept us as we are. Even his new teammates don’t seem to mind the fact that he’s in a serious romantic relationship with a man. He’s justthatgood on the field. He’s earned a lot of people’s respect.
He moans against me, and my mind slips back to the present, to Colton who is pushing me onto my back and straddling me, his hips grinding up against mine and making my dick thicken.
“How does this never get old?” he asks as he kisses his way down my neck. He bites and sucks as he goes, making me arch my hips up for more friction.
“I’m just that amazing,” I say, and Colton chuckles.
“You are. I love everything about you. But this body. My god.”
“Good thing I still play rugby and work out.”
“I’d love you even without all these muscles. But damn, you’re a work of art.”
He nips at my pec, and it flexes under his mouth. He moves to the other side and does the same, making me groan at the feel of him being rough with me, marking me.
“I’m gonna suck your dick,” he says as he peels my pajama pants down my legs.
“Only if I can suck yours,” I reply. “Feed it to me.”
He chucks my pants across the room and then kicks his shorts off, his cock hard and ready. Mine is visibly leaking.
“Always eager for it, ready for me to play with you. Such a tease,” he murmurs and then pulls my cock into the back of his throat. He’s gotten so good at giving head over the past eight months. He took his training very seriously. Now he can deep-throat without any issue. Sometimes I worry he isn’t breathing when he does it, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He just goes harder.
