13. Chapter 13
Jasper runs his tongue along the seam of my lips. I part, letting him slip inside. Sparks dance up my spine. His soft, full lips are hungry for me in a way I’ve never experienced before.
My breath comes out in ragged pants when Jasper ever so fucking slowly lowers himself, kneeling at my feet on the hard kitchen floor. His eyes never leave mine. Holy Fuck!
“May I?”
“Fuck yes.”
The sound of my zipper lowering has all the blood rushing to my cock, making it thicken and twitch against the rough fabric.
Jasper lowers my jeans and underwear to mid-thigh. My cock slaps against my stomach, standing at attention and leaving a smear of pre-cum in its wake. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. And let me be clear… I don’t want to.
“Your cock is a thing of beauty, Olly. I didn’t get to appreciate it before, but now… mmm, I think I’m in the mood for something sweet.” Jasper reaches up, sticking his finger into the mixing bowl.
I gasp. Oh, fuck. Is he? Yes, yes, he is.
Jasper spreads the frosting along my cock before taking his finger into his mouth and sucking it clean.
“Fuck, Jasper!” I hiss, gripping the counter as my legs quake, working to keep myself upright. Look, I don’t think this is very sanitary, but I don’t have it in me to care right now.
The sex appeal that radiates off Jasper makes my cock leak with salty pre-cum, mixing with the sugary frosting. Sweet and salty.
I let out a deep moan.
“Shhh, Olly, it’s time for my dessert.”
I can’t help but chuckle at his playfulness before throwing my head back on a moan when he wraps his lips around my shaft, the ball of his tongue piercing sliding down my cock. Hollowing out his cheeks, he sucks me from root to tip.
My balls draw up tight, feeling heavy and full.
He licks the underside of my cock, not leaving a spot unturned before swirling his tongue around the head. He slurps and laps, devouring me like I’m his last meal.
“Jasper,” I say in a hoarse breath. “You’re going to make me come embarrassingly fast. ”
The sound of a zipper cuts through the roar of blood rushing to my head. I look down just in time to see Jasper pull out his cock, spit on it and take himself in hand. Fuck, why is that so hot?
“I’m right there with you, baby.”
My fingers fly into his hair, my grip tight and possessive as I work to keep from thrusting down his throat.
“It’s ok, Olly. Do it. Fuck my face.”
Oh, shit.
That’s all the permission I need for my hips to start pistoning in and out. Every time my cock hits the back of his throat, a shutter rolls through my body.
“Fuck, Jasper. Those pretty lips look so good wrapped around my cock.” I cup his cheek, my thumb circling his lips. So pretty. “Can you take me deeper?” I ask before angling my hips and sliding further down his throat.
He whimpers, and it’s a beautiful sound.
I pick up a punishing pace, no longer having control over my wayward hips.
The sound of Jasper gagging around my cock pushes me over the edge and I come with a cry as I fill his mouth with spurt after spurt of warm cum. He sucks it all down, not missing a drop.
Jasper looks up at me, teary-eyed and gasping for breath while he finds his own release, spilling over his hand and onto my kitchen floor. Fuck, that’s hot .
“Now who’s the mess?” I ask with a breathy laugh.
His lopsided grin sets off a flutter in my chest, feeling a bit like… maybe.
I slide my jeans back up, not caring to button them. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up. ”
Jasper looks around the kitchen.
I laugh, grabbing a dish towel and cleaning up the mess on the floor. “We can get the rest later.”
Taking his hand, I pull him to his feet, stealing a quick kiss.
We head down the hall and into the bathroom. After tossing the towel in the hamper, I turn on the hot water.
Jasper’s reflection catches mine in the mirror, and I freeze. He looks… unsure? Lost?
What did I do to make him shift from playfully giving head on the kitchen floor to looking scared to even move?
“Where did you go, Jasper?”
“Huh?”
“Is this ok?” I ask.
Jasper lifts his head, meeting my gaze through the reflection. A cold wave washes over me, and my heart stutters to a halt.
“I don’t know how to do this, Olly.”
The steam from the shower billows around us as a sudden pang of guilt hits me. I might have pushed him too far. Just because we exchanged mutual blow jobs does not mean he wants something as intimate as showering together.
I don’t know how to do this either.
I reach in to turn the water off. “I’m sorry. The last thing I meant to do was push.”
“No, wait!” Jasper pulls my arm back.
His frantic gaze, wide and desperate, is fixated on me .
The charms on his bracelets clink together as he slides his hands up to rest on my chest. The sound thrums through my entire body, settling in my soul.
“I said I didn’t know how , not that I didn’t want to.” His eyes are pleading. “Please be patient with me. I want to try this Olly, I really do. But what if I can’t give you what you deserve?”
“You’re not the only one who doesn’t know what they’re doing. I’ve never really been good at this either. What if I focus on giving myself what I deserve? And you, I think…” I lean forward, kissing his forehead. “It’s time to let yourself have something you deserve.”
I lean down, softly brushing my lips over his until he opens.
I know I need to take my own advice and let myself believe I can have him. However foolish it may be.
My hand cups his jaw, deepening the kiss, savoring every inch of his delectable mouth.
“I want you,” he murmurs against my lips.
“You already have me.”
I squeeze his waist before sliding my hand up his body, taking the fabric with me. Jasper raises his arms above his head, and we separate long enough for his shirt to hit the floor.
Jasper’s hands become frantic as he pulls and tugs at my shirt before getting it over my head in haste. His breath quickens when I suck and kiss my way down his neck, my fingers working the buttons of his pants until they shimmy to the floor. My own soon to follow.
We move under the spray of the hot shower, all lips, tongues, and grabby hands .
“You are so sexy. I have been dreaming about you for weeks,” I confess in between kisses.
“I have been borderline obsessed with you for months.”
“Borderline?” I joke. “You broke into my house and went through my family photo album.”
Needing skin, my hands paw at every inch of him.
Jasper’s fingers tangle in my hair, and his body trembles when my thumb brushes over his pierced nipple, making my cock try to rally.
“You’re a hard one to crack, Olly,” he says breathlessly. “But I’m figuring you out.”
“Oh really,” I say, giving his ass a squeeze and dragging my finger along the crease, finding his puckered hole. His breath hitches. “And what have you figured out?”
Jasper’s mouth ghosts along my jawline. “Underneath all that flannel and Gilmore Girl vibes is someone who would take in Baby Spy and give her love and a chance at a good life, even if it was only for the weekend. I understand the magnitude of what you did.”
I pull back, looking at him. “Every child deserves a loving and supportive home environment, no matter what form it takes… and so did you, Jasper.”
“I know, and I eventually got there. There were just a few bumps along the road. But I got there.”
I kiss him softly, gently. There’s no urgency behind it like there was a few moments ago. But my pulse is racing, nonetheless. The air around us shifts into something deeper, something more.
Water cascades all around us, our lips red and kiss-swollen. I reach for the body wash, knowing we’re running out of time. Next on the upgrade list: water heater.
We wash each other, our hands sliding all over, but never pushing for anything more before the water finally runs cold.
We’re both quiet as we step out from under the now-frigid spray. The air crackles with unspoken feelings as we dry and our gazes lock, a spark running between us as our fingers brush. Mine seem to have a mind of their own. Any chance they get, they itch to slide across Jasper’s silky, smooth skin.
With towels wrapped around our waists, I take his hand and lead him down the hall and into the bedroom.
Jasper’s hand clenches tightly in mine, telling me he’s nervous. Am I pushing too far again?
Holding my breath, I lie down on the bed with the blanket open; the silence magnifying his next move.
Jasper cocks his head, eyes darting around, taking in the scene before surprising me and sliding under the covers.
I pull his body to mine, cradling him with his back to my chest. At first, he tenses up like a startled animal, but then he relaxes into my embrace.
“I don’t think I’ve ever done this before. This, umm.” He clears his throat. “This cuddling thing.”
I chuckle into the crook of his neck. “And your thoughts so far?”
He squirms in my arms like he’s checking out the comfort level. “It’s nice, even if a little bony.”
I pinch his side, and I get to hear the elusive Jasper laugh. It’s a sound that resonates deep within me. A sound I wouldn’t mind hearing at least once a day for… Don’t get too ahead of yourself, Olly; you just got him to cuddle.