Malicious Desires: A Romeo & Juliet mm reimagining

34. Jasper

Reece is tonguing my arse, gripping my thighs to hold me still. My dick is throbbing, leaking precum and I’m desperate to come, for more. Moaning against the hand Reece has over my mouth, I lick his palm and he removes his hand, pulling back to look up at me.

His smirk is beguiling. “You want me to stop, Jasp?” he questions me, winking.

“No, I want you to fuck me.”

He laughs at my request, and I pout. “Don’t you want to?”

“Don’t be dense, Capullo. Of course I want to, but you’re not ready.”

I scoff, letting out an exasperated huff of annoyance. “I am ready.” I know I sound like a petulant child. I want him. I want everything with him.

Again Reece laughs. “Relax, Jasp. I don’t mean it that way, I just need to prep you, until you’re begging me to fuck you.”

I don’t get to respond as he leans over to kiss me, one hand cupping my jaw, the other sliding down between my spread legs to brush a digit against my pucker. Still kissing me, he slips one finger in, slowly fucking me with it. It causes me to moan against his mouth and break the kiss.

“More, Reece, more,” I beg, and he chuckles as he slides another finger inside my hole, curling it up to tease my prostate. His touch against that spot is amazing. But I need more than his fingers inside me, and he did say he wants me begging him to fuck me.

“Reece!” I practically scream out, lifting my head off the pillow to glare at him. He stills his fingers inside me. “Fuck me now!”

He shakes his head, his signature wicked smirk on his face. “Not until you suck my cock, Jasper,” he taunts.

I pout at him, lifting my head and folding my arms across my chest. “I just want you to fuck me,” I plead.

“Suck my cock, Jasper,” he demands, his voice a cheeky lilt. He shifts then, yanking my arms apart and sliding up over my torso until his semi hard dick is in my face, the tip touching my lips. Involuntarily, I swipe my tongue across my lips, teasing the tip of his dick which causes him to moan loudly and grip the bedhead as he shifts forward to push his dick between my lips.

I swirl my tongue over his length as he fucks my mouth, panting, “God, Jasper, fuck!”

I grip his hips, and he slips out of my mouth, giving me a confused look. “Please, Reece, I need you inside me.” He reaches behind him to grab my hard dick, stroking it a few times before asking, “Do you have lube? Condoms?”

“Um, I have lube, but not condoms,” I respond, blushing and shaking my head.

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, moving off me and standing by the end of the bed to pull off the rest of his clothes.

I take his hand and he looks straight at me worriedly. “Is that a problem?”

He sighs, and with a gentle tug, he sits on the edge of the bed at my feet.

“Well, yeah, maybe,” he admits. “I haven’t been with anyone else since I’ve been with you, but last time I was tested it wasn’t a negative result.”

“Oh, so you got treated though?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t go for my follow-up test.”

Again, I take his hand, sitting up and kissing him softly. “I trust you, Reece,” I tell him. “If anything happens as a result we’ll deal with it together.”

He kisses me, harder and deeper, his tongue dancing with mine and he gently bites my lip, drawing a hint of blood which he licks away with his tongue. “Thanks, Jasper. I don’t deserve you.”

I laugh, replying, “Yeah you do, arsehole.” He gives me another kiss, before pulling back and asking, “Where’s the lube?”

“Top drawer,” I reply, nodding towards my bedside drawers. He stands and scoots to the other side of the bed to grab it. He crawls across the bed towards me, flicking open the top of the tube and squeezing some of the lube onto his finger.

“Spread your legs, pretty boy.”

I obey quickly, opening my legs wide. He looks straight into my eyes, as he rubs the lube over my pucker, his finger slipping inside to again fuck me with it.

“You ready, Jasper?” he asks, his voice soft. My heart is pounding in my chest. I can’t believe this is happening, but I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.

“Yes,” I rasp. “I’m ready Reece. Fuck me.”

He shifts on the bed, so he’s between my legs and lines himself up with the tip of his dick against my pucker. I gasp, inhaling a breath I don’t exhale.

“Jasp, relax, baby,” he coaxes, pressing against my body and leaning down to sweep the hair out of my eyes before giving me a soft kiss.

“You called me baby,” I mumble.

“Yeah, you going to relax for me?”

I sigh, exhaling the breath as he again kisses me, pushing further inside me, his tip breaching the ring of muscle. I gasp against his lips. “Fuck, Reece.”

He releases my lips, cupping my cheeks. “You ok? Want more?”

“Yes, more, please,” I beg, my heart racing. It hurts, like really hurts. I bite down on my lip as he shoves deeper inside me, stilling his body when his pelvis hits mine.

Jolts of pain are shooting through every nerve in my body. Is this so much of a sin that I’m cursed for it to hurt?

“Fuck, it hurts,” I hiss.

“I said relax, Capullo.”

I sigh, grabbing his cheeks and kissing him, biting his lips so he feels the pain. He starts to rock in and out, and slowly the pain dissipates, turning into blinding pleasure that has me ripping our lips apart, and screaming, “Fuck!”

Reece stills his thrusts. “Still hurt?”

“No, it feels so good,” I admit. “Fuck me harder, Reece.”

He stretches his body up, and I admire his tattoos, lifting my head a little to watch his dick penetrating my arse as he drives into my hole harder, faster, and more punishing.

“Oh, god, Reece, baby, there, fuck!” I call out, not giving a shit that my voice can probably be heard at the bottom of the hill. It feels too good to care.

“You like me fucking your tight arse, Jasper?”

“Yes, yes, more!” I groan, yanking him down by a fist around his neck to kiss him. I fuck his mouth with my tongue whilst he fucks my arse as though he owns me, and he does. I’m his. My heart, my body, my entire being belongs to my enemy, to Reece Montserrat. I could never have given myself to another.

He pulls all the way out and pulls me into his lap as he sits down. I go willingly, following his lead because I’m putty for him. I’d do anything he asked me right now.

He grabs the lube again, palming his dick to cover it more.

Leaning in he whispers in my ear, “Ride me, pretty boy.”

I wrap my legs around his back, shifting more so I’m in his lap. He pushes his hips up, easily sliding inside me and I groan. This angle makes me feel so full. And so incredible.

“Jasper,” Reece rasps against the shell of my ear. “I said ride my cock.”

I moan, panting as I start to bounce up and down on his dick inside my arse.

“It…it feels…so good,” I rasp, stilling my rocking hips as Reece bites my neck, trailing hickeys down to my collarbone. He grips my jaw, kissing me fiercely as I rock on his dick.

“Take it all, Jasper.”

“Ah…ah..fuck…” I groan. “There, there.”

Reece thrusts up into me as I bare down, and it hits that spot. Nothing could feel better than this. I glance into my lap, noticing my dick bobbing between us and grab it to stroke myself a little.

“Hands off your dick, baby.”

I pout, and he kisses me when I let go of my dick. “Why?” I question.

“Because you’re going to come hands free with my cock buried in your arse, Jasper.”

“Oh god, yes,” I pant as he pushes up into me again.

He thrusts in a few more times, his dick starting to throb inside me, indicating that he’s close.

“Are you coming?” I ask, my cheeks colouring.

Moaning, he pants, “Yes, Jasper, fuck!”

I roll my hips, squeezing his dick with my channel and letting go, spilling come all over his stomach.

“Fuck Jasper!” he moans, his dick pulsing inside my arse, filling me with his come.

He kisses me, and I smile against his lips.

“That was amazing, Reece,” I admit as his softening dick falls from inside me. I lay down on my back.

He lies down next to me and pulls me into his arms, cuddling me close. There are no more words to exchange, nothing that could describe the pleasure we just shared.

I turn my head to face him and kiss him deeply. With the kiss, I’m hoping all the feelings he invokes in me are felt by him. I’m his. I belong to Reece Montserrat, and soon I’m going to tell him and the world that he’s no longer my enemy. He never really was, and it was never–and never will be–sinning with him.