15. Chapter 15
When I knocked on Jasper’s door, I didn’t know what to expect. Would he even answer the door? Would I have to break the door down? Would I find him drunk and passed out? I had no idea.
I prayed I would find him covered in paint. The sight of him, completely covered in paint, smelling faintly of turpentine, would be my sign that everything was all right. It would mean he was processing things the way Jasper does. The way he needs to. I see that now.
I used to think getting lost in his work was unhealthy because he would become oblivious to his surroundings, much like today. But sometimes the beauty outweighs the cost.
“I miss it.”
“Wait, you miss me arguing with you? I don’t understand,” I say, clearly very confused.
Jasper places his hands on my shoulders before sliding them down my chest and around my waist. The feel of his hands on me settles the uneasiness that’s been building since he didn’t pick up the phone.
“I miss the pull. The back and forth. Watching you get all riled up turns me on. Of course, let’s be real. Your dick covered in frosting also turns me on.”
I let out a chuckle. “You still get me riled up. That will never change.” I place a soft kiss on his lips. “And seeing you on your knees for me also turns me on, even when my dick is covered in frosting.” I cup his jaw, his eyes locking with mine. “And if you want me to argue with you, Jasper, you just have to say so.”
“Billy’s been calling me. He wants me to go cliff jumping,” he says.
Well, now he wants to argue.
I rear my head back, eyes going wide. “Jasper, what the fuck? Do you know how dangerous that is? There have been wind advisories for the last three days. Old Mr. Henderson didn’t tie his boat up tight enough. It broke loose this morning and drifted a mile down the coast before crashing into the cliffs out by mile marker fourteen. This all according to the local gossip committee, which sometimes comes in handy… like right now.”
He smirks.
I roll my eyes.
“You see, Olly,” he says, dragging his finger down my chest. “You can’t tell me what to do. I’m a grown man who can make his own decisions.” I swallow thickly .
This is how he wants to play this. Ok, Olly, don’t let his sexiness distract you . “Oh, I’m well aware you are a very grown man who can make his own decisions. That’s why I’m giving you other options instead of cliff jumping.”
“Oh, and what are my options?”
“Well,” I slowly walk him backward. “You have a couple to choose from. We can sit and have a lovely conversation about how you’re really feeling about your heart.”
He scrunches his nose at me. Thought so.
“Or I can make you come so hard you see stars, needing the breath from my own lungs just to breathe.”
Jasper frantically shakes his head. “Yes, that one! I want that one.” When his knees finally hit the edge of the bed, I give him a little shove. He falls back onto the mattress with a high-pitched squeal and a peal of laughter.
“Okay, I’ll give you option B, but hear me when I say this conversation about your health and your so-called friends isn’t over, Jasper.”
He smirks at me before pulling that sexy bottom lip of his between his teeth. I’m a goner. His chest is covered in paint and his hair is all a mess, his jeans splashed with every color of the rainbow. He looks like every man’s wet dream. He looks like my wet dream.
“Whatever you say, Olly,”
“Jasper…” I groan, and my cock thickens at seeing him look so unhinged.
I kneel on the bed, pulling my shirt up over my head, tossing it behind me before slowly crawling up his body. “I mean it, baby, this conversation isn’t over.”
“Yes, whatever you want. I’ll tell you everything.”
He stills beneath me .
Someday, Jasper Valintine, someday you will show me everything and I can finally prove to you I’ll stay.
I grab his arms, pulling them over his head and kiss him soundly. My fingers lace through his and he groans, the sound choked and desperate, vibrating against my chest. It sends a bolt of pleasure down my spine, taking hold of my cock as it strains against the fabric of my jeans.
I really hate jeans.
I nip at his jawline and suck on the sensitive spot behind his ear.
“Tell me what you want, baby. What do you need?”
“I need you to fuck me, Olly. Take me out of my head.”
“Oh, that I can do.”
Not wasting any time, I slide down his body and unbutton his paint-adorned jeans, pulling them off with much greater ease than his leather pants. His cock springs to life with a whack against his smooth, pale skin.
God, I think I have unlocked a new kink. The slap of his cock against his skin. Who knew?
I quickly discard my jeans as Jasper reaches into the nightstand, pulling out lube and a condom and tossing them on the bed.
I make my way up his body again, this time placing little kisses as I go. The wet, open-mouthed kind, so I can taste him. The rush from seconds earlier, now slow and treacherous.
The everlasting push and pull between us.
I suck on his neck, pulling his hips to the side. His legs tangle with mine, making our cocks line up perfectly.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” I grab our cocks in one hand, giving them a nice, long tug .
Jasper sucks in a breath. “Olly, always the good guy. But I need you to be bad, Olly. I need you to be dirty. I need you to fuck me… Make me come like you promised.”
That’s my cue as I pick up the bottle of lube and coat my fingers. I drape his leg across my hip, opening him up for me. He sucks in a shuddering breath when I reach around and circle his hole with one lubed, slicked finger.
Taking his mouth in a hungry kiss, I suck on his lower lip, nibbling on his piercing. His whole body goes tense as I push a finger past the tight ring of muscles. His jaw goes slack, mouth resting against mine on a silent moan.
“Ahh, fuck Jasper. You’re so tight, baby. I can only imagine what you’ll feel like wrapped around my cock.”
He lets out a gasp. “Yes, Olly, so good. I would make you feel so good.”
I push my finger in and out, stretching him, searching for the hidden bundle of nerves I plan to use to send him to nirvana.
Jasper hisses at the burning stretch when I add a second finger. “Yes, stretch me open, Olly. I need to feel it. Make me feel it.”
That last part comes out on a cry as I find the spot I’m looking for, and my fingers make the ultimate come-hither motion.
Jasper’s straining cock leaks precum between us, slicking up our dicks as his hips begin swaying, rocking against my desperately needy cock.
“That’s it, baby. I found what I was looking for.” I suck his neck, no doubt leaving a mark behind as I milk his prostate over and over.
All the dirty sounds leaving Jasper’s pretty lips are music to my ears. “ Fuuuuck , Olly, if you keep that up, I’m going to come. I want…” He lets out a feral moan. “I need… you insi de me.”
He’s been patient long enough. “Roll over, baby. On your hands and knees. Give me that ass,” I say, giving it a sexy slap, making his cheeks bounce. I’ve never wanted to take a bite out of someone’s ass so badly before.
I slide on the condom and slick up my cock before adding a little extra lube to his stretched hole.
“Ready?” I ask, grabbing a hold of my cock. His head nods like a dashboard bobble head. “Words, Jasper, I need words.”
“Olly, if you don’t shove your dick in me right now, I swear to god I will lay you out and ride your cock until your balls are aching and I find my own release.”
I chuckle, notching my cock against his hole. “Promises, promises, baby.” I slowly push in and we both groan. The sensation is almost too much. “Jesus, Jasper, you’re so tight.”
“It’s been a while,” he murmurs.
Quickly, I rack my brain, trying to think of the last time Jasper talked about being with someone. But that’s abandoned when I move through his tight heat, sinking all the way in.
I’m going to focus on the here and now. Here I am, in Jasper’s bed, naked and ready to give him what he needs.
“Olly. Move, please,”
“Patience is a virtue.”
“No, my patience is wearing thin.”
Giving him what he needs, it’s time to put him out of his misery. I pull my hips back and then slam home, testing out the pressure. I do it again, this time changing the angle and grinding my hips. Our bodies become in sync and he meets me thrust for thrust .
The pace we set is relentless, desperate. Sweat beads on my forehead, a glistening layer covering Jasper’s back. I grab his hips. In and out. In and out.
I wrap my arm around his chest and pull him upright against me. His head falls back, resting on my shoulder. I know I’ve hit the right angle when he lets out a startled cry followed by a breathy, “Yes.”
I slide my other hand from his hip and wrap it around his leaking, thick purple cock, giving it a few tugs as I roll my hips.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck. I’m right there,” I whisper, burying my face in his neck.
“I’m gonna come, Olly. Show me the stars.”
I fuck into him, keeping my angle and speed until I feel his body stiffen and his cock swell. Seconds later, he pulsates in my hand, shooting rope after rope of cum. His ass clenches around my dick once and that’s all it takes before my balls draw up tight and my body shudders, shooting my release into the condom.
My chest heaves as my lungs work to catch my breath. My hips give shallow thrusts as we both come down from our high.
Eventually, my cock softens, and I pull out before falling to the side, bringing Jasper with me.
I look over at him. “So, did you see the stars?”
“Fuck, I saw a whole damn galaxy,” he says with a giant grin on his face.
I bark out a laugh, feeling pretty smug about myself. Let me just dust off that shoulder.
“I wasn’t really going to go cliff diving with Billy,” he says, that giant grin slipping .
“Jasper, these so-called friends of yours, are they really your friends? I mean, none of us have ever met them. We hear you talk about partying with them, but never anything else?”
He sighs, and I pull him into the crook of my neck.
“No, they’re not really my friends. I’ve realized that, which is why, when Billy calls, I haven’t been answering.”
Jasper’s hand comes to rest on my chest, his fingers toying with the small amount of hair there. “When I turned eighteen, I was so angry and tired of staying between the lines. So when I saw a group of guys base jumping off of Mr. Brewer’s windmill, well, I wanted to be reckless for once in my fucking life. I needed to feel something. So I joined them.”
Now the conversation we had the night he broke into my house and kissed me makes more sense.
I trace the line of his arm up and down, feeling his skin pebble beneath my touch. “I don’t know what your childhood was like Jasper. I just know who you are now. You’re sweet, kind, funny, spontaneous, and judging by the paint still drying on your canvas, you feel a hell of a lot.”
The sound of a vibrating phone breaks through the silence. “Maybe it’s Marcus?” I ask, giving him a little nudge.
“I highly doubt it. That man would go to bed right after dinner if his husband would let him.”
Some of his comments, so oddly personal and unprofessional, make me question how long Marcus has been his doctor.
Jasper gets up and I get a lovely view of his perky ass. He’s breathtaking. And he’s having sex with me. I did not see this coming. Well, one can always hope.
“It’s not Marcus,” he says, looking at his screen. “It’s fucking Billy again.”
I bite my tongue. It’s not my place. This is something he needs to work through. I’ll have to find other things to fight with him about. Just not his life. Well, except for when he goes into self-doubt mode about how talented he is.
He makes his way back over, crawling into bed with his phone still in hand. “I’m going to block his number. It’s crossed my mind a few times.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, kissing his forehead.
“It’s okay. I’m not losing a friend. He wasn’t really one to begin with. And you can’t lose something that was never there. In fact, I’m going to block and delete his number.”
“You know, you’ve got a real group of friends already surrounding you. Even if you don’t see it.”
“I think I always knew. Just wasn’t ready to believe it.”
“Okay. What’s the emergency?”
“Here, hold Mazie for me?”
Spencer hands over the smiling bundle of joy that I have oh so missed. “Hey, Mazie girl. What has your daddy all in a panic? Is he going crazy?”
“Hey, we are not daddies yet. Don’t jinx us.”
I roll my eyes. “It’s gonna happen.”
Across the street from Dragonfly, we stand in front of 24hr Photo. Not that they’re ever open twenty four hours.
Spencer pulls out a set of keys. “Ah, where did you get the keys? ”
“I know people,” he says, pulling open the door and ushering me in.
“Well, that’s not sketchy at all, is it Mazie?” She gives a little squawk as I pretend to snack on her cheeks.
“Maybe I should have fed you before we came. When we’re done, lunch is on me. Now, can you please stop eating my baby?”
I hand her back over to Spencer. “Fine. Now, why are we here?”
“Umm, because if you’re going to start supplying DragonFly with fresh baked goods, you’re going to need a location for your bakery.”
“What?” I ask, questions clearly written on my face. “But this isn’t for sale. Trust me, I have been watching the listings. Plus, I have yet to agree to baking for DragonFly.” I try to keep the smile in, but it’s no use. I fail spectacularly.
Spencer just winks, and I’m pretty sure Mazie did, too. Maybe she is a baby spy.
“Well, when the Johnsons retired, their daughter took things over. She’s a photographer and decided she would rather work out of her home so…”
“They’re selling?” I gasp. Oh, my God. I look around. The front lobby is nice, even if it could use a new layer of paint.
I turn and look out the giant front window that looks directly across at… Ink Me.
I don’t… this location… it’s perfect and no, not because it’s across the street from Ink Me, but the view surely helps.
Getting a location on Main Street is difficult. No one sells. If, by some miracle, they do, the location is usually snatched up before it’s even listed.
“Yes, they are. As soon as I heard, I called Abigail down at the realtor’s office and asked for the key.” He smirks, like he’s really proud of himself. I’ll give him credit .
“Come on, let’s check out the back.”
We push through the double doors behind the counter. “There’s still film developing equipment back here, but if you knock down one of these walls, you could have a really good-sized kitchen, which would be ideal for baking.”
He’s right. I look around the space, imagining it like one of Jasper’s blank canvases. One wall could be lined with ovens, as I’ll need a few. Right in the center can be a big workstation. I peek my head through the door in the back of the room to find a small darkroom, which would be a perfect place for a giant walk-in refrigerator.
I start seeing the possibilities.
“Well, Mazie, it looks like your daddy isn’t so crazy after all.”