Chapter 19 #2
“Nessie, if you don’t behave, you’re not gonna get a treat.” Jasper’s words were spoken sternly, but he also stroked her head, so I wasn’t exactly sure how effective the admonishment would be.
“What is she doing?” I asked.
“She’s knocking over my fences for the sheep that are coming to keep my goats company.”
“What sheep are those?”
“They live in Houston, Daddy. I gotta find ’em ’cause they got solded.”
“How will you do that?”
“I don’t know,” Jasper said forlornly. “They gonna be sad.” As he spoke, Jasper stopped to yawn between each word.
“Well, maybe we can figure it out next week,” I suggested. “But, for now, my sweet, sleepy boy, it’s time for bed.”
Jasper started to protest that he wasn’t tired enough yet.
“Nope, I don’t want to hear it. You can barely keep your eyes open. It’s bedtime.”
“Daddy, I wanna keep you company,”
“Sugar, I’m going to bed too.”
“Oh.”
My response took all the fight out of Jasper.
He allowed me to lead him to the bathroom, where he made a halfhearted attempt to brush his teeth.
I brushed aside his hand and took the task over.
He didn’t bother to argue. There was no fuss when I directed him to use the bathroom, held him while he finished his business, washed his hands, and brushed his teeth.
Each time, he lay his back against my chest and simply let himself exist in the moment.
The swoops and swirls I’d felt earlier were back with a vengeance.
Who the hell would have thought a sweet city boy like Jasper would’ve been the one to wake me up? Not me, that’s for damn sure.
Fuck, I love lucid dreams.
What had started off as a dream about going fishing had quickly turned dirty as hell.
Somehow, my dream had shifted from fishing rods to Jasper’s mouth on me.
I felt his tongue circle around the head of my cock before dipping to take me into his mouth.
His tongue swirled along the edge of the underside, then slipped me out so he could drag a long lick down to my balls.
He tugged them gently into his mouth, creating suction and heat and wetness that made me want to jump out of my goddamn skin.
I could have sworn I felt his fingertips kneading my thighs.
My legs felt like Play-Doh, and since it was a dream, there was no reason to stay quiet—no one could hear me anyway.
Each moan was followed by a string of curse words because his mouth felt so fucking sinful on my dick.
My hips bucked into his mouth, desperate for more friction, more heat, more everything.
After a particularly strong tug on my cock, my eyes shot open, and I realized it wasn’t a dream at all.
My sweet boy Jasper was kneeling between my legs while I lay splayed on my back, just like I’d been in my dreams. He was crouched low, the covers shoved off both of us.
At some point, he’d gotten naked, his sweet body on full display for me to enjoy.
I threaded my fingers through his hair and tugged gently until he looked up at me.
“Sugar, what are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m saying good morning, Daddy.” Jasper gave me a quick grin before returning his attention to my hard cock.
Between the precum leaking down it and his spit, it glistened in the pale-pink light of morning.
It stood ramrod straight, flushed dark red with veins running prominently along the sides.
Jasper leaned forward and licked me like a lollipop.
“Fuck, baby, that feels so goddamn good.” Sticky precum smeared across his mouth, and I used my thumb to catch it. He grabbed my hand and delicately licked it off.
“Baby, I’m gonna need to taste you,” I growled in my rasping morning voice.
Without waiting for an answer, I reached down and gently moved Jasper off my cock and up my body.
As he shifted forward, my dick bounced against my stomach, leaving a sticky trail.
He wriggled out of my grasp and stopped to clean me up with kitten licks, but I wasn’t going to miss this opportunity. I wanted to taste my boy.
“Baby, it’s my turn.” I flipped Jasper over and pulled his sweet ass directly to my mouth without waiting.
Without any hesitation, I fitted my lips over his rosebud and started to loosen the tight muscle ring that protected his channel.
After a few pushes with my tongue, it finally gave way, and I had free access to the deliciousness that was Jasper.
He tasted like his cinnamon soap and the undeniable musky flavor that was all him.
I nibbled and sucked and licked until Jasper’s sighs turned to groans and those turned into mewls.
When his thighs started to quiver, I moved my hands down to support his legs.
My fingers kneaded his muscles in the same rhythm as my tongue probed him.
Jasper ground his ass into my mouth, and it momentarily took away my breathe.
What a perfect fucking way to die. But his next shiver returned my oxygen.
With one hand still supporting him, I snaked the other between us so I could grasp his cock.
It was steel hard and leaking precum across my chest. With a firm tug that matched the strokes of my tongue, I jacked Jasper until his noises were a mixture of babbling and keening.
It was fucking music. Each stroke brought him closer to the edge of an explosion.
When his cum spilled over my fist, Jasper surged down and slid my rock-hard cock back into his mouth.
Two sucks later, I spilled down his throat with a shout of my own.
Jasper made a valiant attempt to swallow, but most of it dribbled out of his mouth and back onto me.
Jasper collapsed on top of me while we both panted in unison.
It was a while until either of us could speak.
“Good morning, Daddy.”
“Damn, sugar, that’s one hell of a way to wake me up.”
“All good?”
“Naw, it’s fucking fantastic.” Jasper traced a design I couldn’t place on my thigh. “Best wakeup I’ve ever had.”
“Aw, I bet you say that to all the boys.”
I snorted at the foolishness of that, and Jasper huffed a laugh. He knew it was nonsense too. At least I thought he knew. Shit, I hoped he knew. The thought that he truly believed that suddenly tore at my gut.
“You know that’s not true, right?” I said in a low and urgent tone. Once the question hung in the air, the answer mattered more than anything in the world.
“Yes, Daddy, I know,” Jasper scoffed. I didn’t need to see his eyeroll to hear it in his voice. Relief swamped me. He knew.