14. Tricky Fox #2
We both slept for an hour or so, waking for another round of sex.
This one in the bath, the wave of heat rising sharply compared to the slower burn of the others.
Jasper rode me again, gazing intently into my eyes, awakening deeper feelings of longing and care than I expected so soon.
The water splashed over the side of the bath, but all I could focus on was the feel of my mate.
I was lost. Completely under whatever spell he’d woven on my soul.
When my knot had gone down and Jasper was limp in my arms, I ran fresh water to rinse us both off.
I stood with a grunt, Jasper tucked safely in my arms. Wrapping a towel around him, I took him to bed, hastily using the blanket to cover the soiled sheet, a mess of slick and cum.
I dried him off and found another blanket before drying myself.
I wound my arms around him in bed, hoping that he would get some more rest before we were woken again.
My bear roused me after a little while, prompting me to get my exhausted omega some water and snacks as his scent sharpened.
I was cutting up fruit for a platter when Jasper found me, his bare feet padding over the tile floors in the extensive kitchen.
He came up behind me, wrapping his arms around me and nuzzling into my back.
He brushed his fingers through my chest hair and then lower, tracing my happy trail down to my hardening cock.
His fingers wrapped around me, stroking slowly, his other hand reaching up to tug on a nipple. “Let me suck you,” he whispered, his voice cracking with need. He pulled away enough for me to turn around, my back to the wood topped counter.
Jasper sank to his knees again. The image was so like my dream of the other day that I had difficulty swallowing.
His eyes were intent on mine as he lowered his mouth to my dick.
He traced the vein from the base up to the head.
His tongue worked around my foreskin and over the glans to the slit.
He moaned at the taste of my precum before taking me deep into his mouth.
Being pretty proportional to my height, I expected that my size and girth would be a challenge, but The Luna had made Jasper perfectly capable of handling me.
He swallowed around me as I hit the back of his throat.
He took deep breaths through his nose and gazed up at me with a triumphant look as his nose touched my abdomen.
Not wanting it to be all over before we began, I grasped his shoulders, pulling him off me and hoisting him onto the counter next to the fruit I’d been cutting.
I handed him some watermelon and then took him into my mouth, angling his hips to get at his hole.
Tracing a finger around his puffy entrance, I reminded myself to be more gentle or find some salve.
Soon, he was writhing and begging again.
His scent was sharper than it had ever been.
This was likely the absolute peak of his heat, the point where it would break.
I didn’t even try to move us to somewhere softer.
I took him there, perched on the counter, pumping my hips and kissing him frantically.
At my bear’s warning, I broke the kiss and tried to shove some water at Jasper.
He laughed and then moaned as he slipped on the surface, changing the angle slightly and making me hit his prostate dead on.
It didn’t last long, both of us too worked up on hormones for more finessed fucking.
Jasper sat confidently on the counter, my knot tying him to me, as he sipped water and ate the fruit I handed to him.
Playfully, he grabbed some pieces of a crisp green apple and hand fed me.
My lips grazed his fingers, and he shivered at the touch.
The movement caused a ripple effect. He tightened around my knot, more cum flooded him and I groaned, resting my head against his.
He touched his fingers to my jaw in a featherlight touch, bringing my lips to his.
I wanted to fully understand the complicated emotion that he poured into the kiss.
It felt very much like longing, passion, and even a touch of love.
I answered with every feeling I had for him.
I tried to pour into it the emotions he gave me every time that I looked his way and knew he wasn’t ready for me.
How much I needed him. The love that was rising in me tried to escape my tight hold.
I plucked him off the counter and into my arms, carrying him with ease up the stairs as I stayed inside him. He grunted as my knot tugged on his rim and I petted around it, kissing him in apology. Laying him on the bed gently; I tried to push all of my hope and feelings into every touch and kiss.
We made love under the early dawn light.
Jasper wrapped around me so tightly that we could have been one person.
Tears leaked from my eyes as he stared at me in wonder.
His kisses were sweet as he trembled and came undone under me.
Knotted and spent, I flipped us so I had him draped over my body.
He ran a fingertip over my chest in random patterns.
When he shivered, I pulled the blanket over him and wrapped my arms around his slim frame tightly. Raising my head, I kissed his forehead as his breaths evened out with sleep. Puffs of air warmed my exposed chest and soon soothed me into a deep sleep.
I woke in the cold, hard light of day to empty arms and an empty bed.
Jasper had gone.