Chapter 15 #2
Sitting up for a moment, I undid my own jeans to give my dick room.
As much as I loved being naked, the idea of doing this fully clothed was turning me the fuck on, too.
Lowering back down, I ran my tongue along the cotton-covered steel rod, teasing along the head that pushed against the elastic of his boxer briefs.
I glanced up to find Gio watching me, beet red, his eyes blazing with fire. Keeping eye contact with him, I closed my mouth around his head, sucking over the fabric.
Gio’s eyes closed and he let out a loud moan. “Holy shit! Jasper. Please.”
Releasing him, I grinned and said, “Yes, Daddy.”
Not wanting to remove any clothing, I reached into the flap of his boxers and pulled him out through the hole, getting my first up-close-and-personal look at his beautiful, engorged cock.
I flicked my tongue over his head, and moaned with my first taste of him.
Teasing my tongue along the top, I glanced up at Gio who watched me like an early human discovering fire, with awe and fascination, and so much heat I could practically feel it.
“Do you want me to keep going?” I asked with a husky voice.
Instead of the plea I was hoping to get, Gio managed to school his expression, as if bracing himself. “Only if you want to.”
I smiled at that. Always so considerate, even when he was on the edge of losing control. Oh, but I was ready to push him right over that edge. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”
Licking my lips, I dove down, taking him deep and closing my lips around his cock before he could do anything else considerate. Gio drew in a sharp breath and his hips bucked beneath me.
I played with my tongue along his shaft before pulling back, nearly letting his head pop out of my mouth before I drew in a deep breath and slid back down. Down so far he hit the back of my throat and his curly hair tickled my nose.
“Oh my God! Oh, shit!” Gio mumbled. His hand found my hair, gathering it away from my face, and I smiled around his cock at the thought of him holding my hair back.
I began bobbing up and down, sucking him deep, and never pulling off.
Gio’s grip in my hair tightened, making me moan loudly, which he echoed.
I breathed carefully through my nose but never let up.
It was almost too much, but I needed as much of him inside me as I could take.
When I hollowed my cheeks and sucked deeply, Gio’s hips bucked so hard, he practically lifted off the ground, thrusting deep into my throat.
I coughed around him, and he tried to pull back, but I grabbed his thighs, holding him in place.
Another long bob along his shaft with increased suction, and Gio let out a yell.
“Oh, fuck! Fuck, Jasper, I’m going to…” He didn’t get to finish warning me when he came, shooting into my throat.
I was too deep, I had to back off a little, but I swallowed around him, devouring every drop he pumped into me.
Gio was panting loudly, his body shuddering beneath me.
I pulled up to his head, sucking on his sensitive tip, loving the gasp that came out of him.
I sank down one more time, eliciting another blast of cum as Gio released a string of expletives in a mindless word vomit that made me smile, pleased with the blubbering mess I’d turned him into.
The sensation and taste of him along with the sounds he was making, pushed me over the edge, too.
I grunted around him with pleasure and stayed in place long enough to ride out my release.
I pulled back at last, wiping the corners of my mouth, as I tucked him back into his boxer briefs. Gio’s grip on my hair released, his hand sliding down to cup my cheek, lifting my gaze to meet his. Amid the euphoric look on his face was a hint of worry.
“I’m sorry. It’s been… a while, and I got carried away. Did I hurt you?”
I gave him a soft smile and rose from my knees to straddle his lap. “Not at all. That was hot as fuck. Everything that happened, I wanted. Believe me, I know how to say no if I’m not comfortable.”
“Good.” Gio nodded.
With his taste still on my tongue, I hummed happily, and ground my ass on his lap. “How do you feel?”
Gio’s hands went to my hips to still me. “Spent,” he let out an awkward laugh. “Fuck, Jasper, you were incredible. I don’t remember it ever feeling like that. You had me so deep, I was afraid you weren’t able to breathe.”
I leaned forward and caught his mouth in a kiss, pushing my tongue in and letting him taste himself on me.
A groan rumbled through him that had me all hot and bothered all over again.
When I ended the kiss, I was smirking. “That’s the benefit of being married to a glassblower, it’s all about breath control. ”
“Holy hell!” He looked at me with wonder, and I felt very proud of myself for putting those skills to use.
I wasted so many opportunities in the past to test it out, but it wouldn’t have been the same.
I’d never pushed through like that before, but fuck, I couldn’t get enough of him in me.
I still wanted more. Now that I’d let him into my heart and I knew I was allowed to have him, I wanted to be filled with him in every way I could.
“What about you? Can I return the favor?” Gio asked cautiously, his cheeks that lovely shade of pink.
“It’ll keep,” I said with a wink before climbing off his lap. “I really enjoyed that, Daddy.”
His eyes lowered to see the wet spot on the front of my briefs and a flash of lust burned in his eyes. “Oh. I’m sorry I missed it.”
I fell back on the bed beside him with a wide smile on my face.
Euphoria, bliss, lust, joy. I felt like I would burst with all the goodness flowing through me.
Gio laid down beside me and turned on his side to face me.
We were both still fully clothed with our pants undone, and somehow that made it sexier and sweeter to lay here together like this.
Gio reached out and played with the ends of my hair. “Hey.”
“Hmm?”
Speaking softly, he said, “We have our marriage certificate.”
“Oh. Right.” I’d been anxiously anticipating it as the one thing that everything else hinged on.
And it was, at least for my studio. My studio had been so important to me that I married a man I hardly knew.
Only now I knew him, or was starting to, and I felt my priorities shift.
Gio, the kids: they were worth far more than any amount in the bank.
And my studio? Contrary to what I thought a few weeks ago when I was merely a naive, young bachelor, I wouldn’t actually die if it didn’t get done soon.
Now, I was older, wiser, married with kids, and it gave me a different perspective.
“We don’t have to go through with it.”
Gio sat up and looked at me with confusion written on his face. “With what, exactly?”
“Getting the trust fund. I’ll be fine without it. I’m happy as it is.” I sat up and took his hand. “I’m rich enough already.”
Gio’s expression softened. “While that’s a very sweet sentiment, and I will support whatever you decide, may I lovingly call bullshit.”
My head snapped back in surprise. “What? Of course, I mean it. I don’t need the money.”
His thumb circled the back of my hand. “It’s not about the money.
Well, part of it is, because you need to finish your studio.
Yahir and others like him need you as a mentor where you can share the passion I so admire in you.
It’s not just that, though. It’s about having control over your own life.
It’s about freeing yourself from the hold your parents have on you.
They know they will eventually win and cast you to a life that will only lead to misery as long as they have the purse.
You don’t need the money. You’re not a greedy person, but I’m starting to know your heart, and I see that you want so much more than what they have planned for you.
I want more for you, and you have the means to get it. So get it, Jasper.”
Freedom. Freedom to live the life I wanted. Freedom to live this life, here on the farm with Gio and the kids. I needed it, and I was terrified of screwing it all up. “What if it changes me? I’ve seen what wealth can do to people. It’s not the blessing everyone thinks it is.”
“It can be, in the right hands. And Daddy won’t let it change you.
” The way he declared it with such certainty had me believing him.
If anyone could keep me grounded, it would be him.
Of course, I would do pretty much anything if it meant I got to hear him call himself Daddy.
I loved how much he seemed to have taken to the name.
Knowing I had someone I trusted who would hold me accountable and not let me turn into a douche helped ease some of my concerns.
“Okay.” I responded, the simple word carrying a lot of weight.
Gio reached over, tucking an arm under me and pulling me closer until I was on top of him, my chest to his, our clothes between us.
I sighed, melting into him, and tucking my head under his chin.
Being in his arms filled me with contented peace.
In his arms, where I felt safe and supported, and knew I wouldn’t have to face anything alone. Maybe never again.