Chapter 32 #2
My hands run down his sides and around his waist until dropping lower. With my hands under his tight, round ass, I lift him. Jasper’s arms automatically wrap around my shoulders, a soft moan falling from him as I press his back up against the wall.
His cock is already stiff, but he’s not the only one.
Fire spreads through my veins, heat melting deep in my groin.
Bringing his hand to my cheek, Jasper crashes his mouth against mine again.
The kiss is messier this time, the desire potent on his tongue as it licks into my mouth.
It takes a little work, but eventually, our bodies piece together deliciously. My aching cock lines up with his.
Wedged tightly between me and the wall, Jasper’s not going anywhere.
He reaches between us and wraps his warm, calloused hand around us, and I waste no time thrusting into his grip.
My fingers dig into the meaty flesh on his ass, my heart thrashing as we lose ourselves in each other right here in this barn.
Anybody could walk in and find us, but I don’t give a damn, and based on the low, raspy sounds falling from his lips, I know he doesn’t either.
I glance down, entranced by the way we move together. Jasper’s hand isn’t big enough to wrap fully, but it doesn’t matter. The friction. The way our slick, dripping pre-cum acts as a natural lube. The sight. All of it lights me up.
“Fuck,” Jasper groans, his gaze dropping to where we’re gliding against each other. “Oh, fuck, that feels so good.”
When his eyes lift, meeting mine, they’re nearly black, and he can hardly hold them open. His cheeks are flushed, the beautiful color spreading down to his neck. Sweat beads across his brow, and his lips part with every moan and ragged breath.
It doesn’t take long for pressure to build.
It spreads and strengthens until my legs tremble and mind becomes hazy.
I need this—I need him. My balls throb, hips snapping harder.
My release is so close I can taste it. Jasper’s nails sink into the back of my neck, and the small bite of pain sends me over the edge.
Throwing my head back, a long, low groan rips from my chest as it hits me all at once.
Pleasure soars through every inch of my body.
My balls draw up into my body as my cock throbs once before exploding.
“Oh, fuck. That’s it,” Jasper groans, watching the mess I’m making all over his stomach.
As soon as I’m finished, I immediately put him down and drop to my knees.
My lips close around his thick tip, swirling my tongue around him.
I swear I could come again from only the sounds he’s making.
Jasper’s fingers sink into my hair as I take him to the back of my throat.
His thighs tremble and his muscles flex as my head bobs up and down.
Wrapping my hand around his cock, I stroke him in tandem, high on the moans falling from his lips.
Both hands are in my hair now, tugging on the strands as he falls apart.
Thrusting his hips, Jasper fucks my face roughly.
I’m no longer in control, and I fucking love it.
His cock swells, and I groan around his length, my eyes rolling back as he spills down my throat.
Jasper cries out, his groans guttural as he rides the orgasm.
I swallow every last drop, continuing to suck and lick until he can’t take it anymore and pushes me away.
Standing, I lean in and kiss him. He moans into my mouth as he tastes himself on my tongue.
Once we pull apart, Jasper brushes his thumb across my cheek, the intensity in his gaze enough to make me forget my own name.
Nothing is said for a moment while we allow ourselves to soak in this feeling.
But then reality comes back to us, and I realize we’re still naked as the day we were born in a stall that’s not private at all.
I get dressed quickly, then find a rag to clean up the mess I made.
“That was…amazing,” Jasper murmurs once we’re finally decent again.
“Fuck yeah, it was.” Chuckling, I add, “Thank god nobody walked in.”
He throws his head back and laughs. “Can you imagine? That’d be fun to explain.”
“We would’ve traumatized whoever caught us.”
Jasper smirks, holding my gaze. “Worth it, though.”
My heart squeezes. Somewhere between stress and grief and fixing cabins, and finding comfort and security in the boy who was once my everything, it hits me that I’m no longer simply trying to survive.
I’m no longer biding time, or dreading every interaction.
And Jasper played such a huge role in that.
I love him.
And not just the fifteen-year-old boy I kissed beneath the stars, or the memory I’ve carried all these years.
I love the man standing in front of me. The man who is patient, and steady, and kind.
The one who keeps showing up. The one who never stopped reaching for me, even when I gave him every reason to walk away.
I’m in love with Jasper Smith, and that realization makes my pulse thunder.
My throat tightens as I look at him. Loving him used to terrify me when we were younger.
And to be honest, maybe it still does a little.
But I know with absolute certainty that the words don’t scare me nearly as much as never having the chance to say them someday.