Veils of Rivalry Chapter 91: Epilogue 5

Blaise's POV

“For once,” I whisper against his pulse point, feeling it thrash beneath my lips, “I’m ahead of you.” In one quick move, I bite down hard and simultaneously ram my dick inside him.

Cole grunts at the sudden intrusion, his neck breaking out in a cold sweat, his body stiff.

“Fuck,” I breathe through clenched teeth, my forehead pressed to the sensitive area where his neck meets his shoulder. “Fucking fuck! You feel so good.”

He shudders, and I reach around to stroke his massive cock. I brush my lips up against his ear again and whisper, “Did you swallow the key?”

Shaking his head, he moves his hips, chasing an orgasm I won’t let him reach just yet. Not until I’ve fucked him so damn good, he feels me every time he sits down for the next week.

I want his ass sore next time he attends a team meeting.

“Mine,” I growl, sliding out to the tip and thrusting back in with such force, he would topple over if it weren’t for the belt around his neck—a belt I have rolled around my palm.

I pull him back, so his spine is glued to my chest, and then I pound his tight hole. My thighs quiver and burn, but even that feels good. Everything feels like heaven when Cole groans like my big dick in his ass is the best thing to happen to him.

His own length throbs in my hand, angry and impossibly swollen. I stroke him slowly, teasing him until he’s right on the edge. The moment I feel him tremble, I release his cock and force my thick fingers into his mouth. Saliva trickles from his lips, and I press down on the key on his tongue while ramming into his ass so hard, I’m surprised we’re still upright.

Cole gags, and more saliva pools in his mouth. I bite down hard on his earlobe, then soothe the sting with my tongue. “I have the best fucking husband in the world. You take my dick so well, don’t you, Cole? I’m so fucking lucky. Feel that? Feel my cock taking what belongs to it? What has always belonged to it even when you were a stubborn brat who used to push me away? I’m the only one who has fucked this ass and the only one who will ever stick my dick in you.”

Raging possessiveness courses through me the more I talk. I apply more pressure to his throbbing cock, then smirk when he groans and chokes around my fingers.

He’s close.

One more filthy, degrading word, and he’ll ejaculate all over the tree in front of us.

Now I’m jealous of nature.

I slide my fingers from his mouth and slam my hand over his mouth and nose. Cole’s eyes blow wide open.

He stands no chance with his oxygen gone, my cock tearing through his ass—pounding and fucking pounding—and his dick pulsing in my hand. Two more strokes, three, and cum squirts from his cock. A guttural groan vibrates his chest. I let go of all control, becoming more animal than man as I fuck him into next Sunday.

The moment the orgasm hits, we collapse forward and pant like we’ve raced a marathon. Cole trembles beneath me as my heart hammers against his back, and I burrow my nose in his neck to breathe in his masculine, citrusy scent.

“I missed you.” My voice cracks at the end. The things I feel for Cole—the sheer magnitude of my feelings—scare me at times like these. My dick is still buried inside him, but I don’t want to roll off him yet. I want to stay here, breathing him in, whispering how much I love him until the morning sun streams through the canopy of leaves overhead.

The key appears from his lips, and he spits it out amongst the leaves. “I missed you too.”

“Don’t leave me again.”

“We can’t be attached to the hip twenty-four-seven.”

“Says who? I’ll kill them for putting such nonsense ideas in your head.”

Chuckling, he shifts onto his back, and I reluctantly let him. My cock misses his heat already.

Squirming, he tries to free his cuffed hands trapped behind his back. “Space is good sometimes. Would you have fucked me this fiercely if I hadn’t been gone?”

I scoff. “What kind of a question is that? Of course I would have.”

Instead of replying, he blinds me with his smile. It’s effortless for Cole. His smiles were always rare until recently, but they never lost their potency. “I love you so fucking much.” He lifts his head off the ground and kisses my nose. “Guess what?”

I peck his lips, whispering, “Tell me?”

More squirming. Cole nips my bottom lip. “We got our happy ending.”

My heart clenches with a surge of happiness, which used to be a foreign emotion but now makes an appearance every time Cole whispers sweet nothings that don’t include you’re insane. Those kind of phrases are reserved for the bedroom with all his other colorful word choices.

“You say that like our story is over.”

“You defeated the villain.”

“There are plenty more villains hiding in the shadows. My job as your husband is never done.”

“What other villains?” His voice drips with contagious humor.

“Your team’s physiotherapist, for one. He’s on my kill list.”

“Isn’t our dentist on that list?”

“Of course. He’s had his fingers in your mouth more times than I can count.”

“Uh-huh… What about our doctor?”

“Mr. Greenwell? Have you not noticed? He magically disappeared after he suggested future prostate exams.”

Cole’s eyes glitter. Overhead, the sky is slowly lightening. “Mr. Greenwell was in the produce section last week, remember?”

“Weird. He must have a twin brother.”

Cole laughs, the sound doing wicked, dangerous things to my heart. It’s like being blinded by a thousand suns.

“Are you gonna remove these cuffs now?”

“Ask nicely, and I’ll think about it.”

Cole sinks his teeth into his lip to stop from laughing. “Please, my beautiful, amazing, considerate husband, will you free me from these handcuffs so I can show you properly how much I missed you while I was away.”

“Amazing, huh? Beautiful.” I wink, reaching for the key, my fingers sliding through leaves and pines.

I pause and frown. Noticing, Cole asks, “What’s wrong?”

“The key…”

“The key? What about it?” He shifts to the side, and I move out of the way. We stare at the ground, exchanging a brief glance, and then I spring forward, tearing at the leaves and wet moss.

“Where did it go?”

“Fuck if I know. It’s got to be here somewhere.”

“This was all your idea.”

“Don’t pretend you weren’t into it. Fuck…” I grumble, rolling over and brushing pine off my wet dick.

Cole kicks a pinecone in my direction, making us both laugh. “They’re cheap, right? We can break them.”

I pull a face, remembering how I tested them out beforehand. “Are you sure you didn’t swallow the key?”

“You saw me spit it out,” he replies, laughing disbelievingly.

Climbing to my feet, I pull him up by the arm. We slide our pants up—well, I have to help him since his hands are secured behind his back.

Cole scans the ground, but the key is nowhere to be found. Note to self: next time, get a spare key cut.

“Where are you going?” Cole asks when I walk back toward the house.

“Maybe we have an axe or something. It worked for Jack and Rose, remember?”

Cole catches up, playfully shoving my shoulder with his. “If you chop my wrist off and I die from blood loss, I will haunt you for all of eternity.”

“That’s fine,” I grumble, running a hand down my face. “Just stay away from other ghosts’ dicks.”

The End.