Chapter 13
CHAPTER 13
JASPER
Holy hell, this is so much more than a summer fling.
I think I knew that a few minutes ago when I threw that term out there, but with the way Marsh is looking at me? I want it to be. It’s going to be hard when this ends at the end of summer, but it’s a pain I can get over when this fucking amazing chance is over.
Marshall is bare to me. We never got this far on our hookup. It was a hot blow job by me and then his hand jerked me off on him.
His cock is beautiful. Long, hard, cut…but that matters less to me than the expression on his face while looking at me.
Me.
Blood rushes to my own hard cock, leaving nothing but a roar of static in my ears.
Marsh’s long fingers reach for the band of my briefs, and I hope he doesn’t see how my cock jumps at the anticipation of his touch.
The smirk on his face says he definitely notices.
I’m still sprawled out where he left me, up on my elbows, and he peels the tiny scrap of fabric down my body.
“Are you always wearing something this sexy under your clothes?”
I smile. “Probably.”
He groans. “I’m going to be thinking about that.” Marsh looks like he wants to say more, but he stops, gaze riveted on my dick.
“Look at that,” he growls, a finger running the vibrating length of my shaft, collecting all the precum I’m leaking. I watch, my brain damn near its own orgasm as he takes a slow lick of his finger. “Fucking hot as hell, Jasper.”
He kisses me, and it’s a rush to taste myself on his tongue. Like I’ve just been blown by him except I’m not spent. Nope. Absolutely not.
“Didn’t plan ahead enough for lube,” he says with a frown before another flash of his smirk as he pushes off the ottoman to walk backward to the kitchen and swipe something from the island and makes his way back.
“Marsh, what?—”
“Don’t you dare move, beautiful.”
A metal cap rattles across a glass bottle and the distinctive scent of high-end olive oil wafts. His large hand wraps around my dick, and I can’t hold in the audible gasp at how slick and wonderful it feels.
“Can’t wait to make you come,” Marsh rasps, and my eyes fly open at his dirty talk. I love it so much it makes me squirm.
He bats my hand away from helping.
“Lay there, fucking taking my breath away, Jasper. Lay there and let me bring you pleasure. I want to see you come apart. I want to be the one who does it.”
Dead. He’s going to kill me dead right here and now.
He strokes slow, watching me squirm, but not giving me enough to take me over the edge. No, he just builds up the mountain I’m going to fly from higher and higher.
A slick finger rubs my entrance and my eyes roll back. The dual sensations are too much, especially when all I can do is clutch the ottoman.
“Let me touch you, suck you, Marsh. Something,” I pant.
“No,” he growls, giving me a fierce kiss. “Take the pleasure, Jasper. All of it.”
I whine as he circles my hole, fingers strong but light. The slow strokes to my dick continue, and soon he’s crooking two fingers inside me, lighting me up like never before.
“Marshall!”
“That’s right,” he grins a feral smile, “call my name, Jasper.”
I think my brain short circuits, because I am right on the edge of a major orgasm, but instead, he slips his fingers from me, causing my hips to buck in frustration.
My hips lift as he moves over me, driving my dick against his as he lowers down to catch both of us in his hand.
He strokes with purpose now.
“Gonna come,” I manage, my back bowing off the ottoman.
“Yesss,” he hisses, a wild look on his face that I can no longer see when the whole world goes very bright, only to flood with black spots a moment later as the tsunami of pleasure he’s been building crashes over me.
“Fuck!”
I come hard, my whole body getting in on the action as I spasm against the onslaught of what has to be pure fucking bliss. He’s right behind me, head thrown back, Adam’s apple bobbing as he inhales and groans loud, dick throbbing against mine.
Our sticky combined release between us, his mouth crashes into mine and he winds his arms around me, somehow taking me from the ottoman to the couch as we pulse against each other with aftershocks and kisses.
I’m on top of him as we lie across the couch, coming down from the orgasms. The kisses slow but Marsh’s arms hold me tight, like I might fly away if he were to let go.