18. Chapter 18
The decision to take Olly to Marcus and Jacob’s tonight felt like a leap of faith, a scary one, but the laughter and warmth I witnessed made it worthwhile. I knew I could tell Olly about my past and The Matthew House, and he would’ve been perfectly happy with that. He would’ve accepted everything I told him as is, but this was something I needed to show him.
Olly held on tight as my bike roared down the highway, a comforting sensation washing over me. It’s a feeling I didn’t know I was missing in my life. In fact, I never knew just how much I was missing him in my life until now.
Can I live up to what he needs? He deserves someone who doesn’t have so many fucking hangups. But I can try.
Olly tightens his hold on my waist as we turn to navigate the bumpy, winding dirt road. So what if I intentionally hit each bump so I can feel him press harder against me? Sue me.
We come to a stop, and I cut the engine. I can practically hear his brain freaking out. I chuckle because the Olly I know and love is about to rear his head.
No, we are NOT talking about the word I just thought.
“Jasper, what are we doing here? Do you have some kind of breaking-and-entering kink I don’t know about? Oh, God… Now that I think about it, it makes sense.”
“Olly, we are not breaking and entering.” I laugh.
“Umm, last time I checked, this is Mr. Brewer’s property and considering we’re stopped in front of his windmill , I believe you know this. Oh my God, are we going to jail on our first date?”
I slide off the bike. “Olly, we’re not going to jail.”
“Tell me again how this is not breaking and entering,” he says, doing the same.
I grab his hand and pull him with me until we are at the base of the windmill. “Because before we left on our date, I called Mr. Brewer and asked permission.”
His jaw goes slack, and I laugh.
“Come on, up you go,” I say, pointing to the ladder that leads to the top.
He narrows his eyes. “We’re not jumping off, are we?”
“No, Olly, we are not jumping off.” I laugh. “Now get your sweet ass moving. I wanna stare at it.”
He climbs the ladder with a little extra sway in his hips. And I was right. His ass in those slacks gives me all sorts of dirty thoughts. Like how I want to spread those cheeks apart and make him shout my name using only my tongue.
Just as we make it to the top, I cave and bite into his ass cheek.
“Jasper!” Olly yelps.
“I couldn’t help it. Your ass in these slacks: new kink unlocked.”
“Yeah, well, at least it’s not the breaking-and-entering kink, although now that I think about it, I’m not ready to rule that one out.”
We make it to the top. “Nowadays, I’d only do it for you.”
He blushes a shade of red that I’m pretty sure matches his favorite flannel shirt.
“Wow… it’s beautiful.”
It’s darker than shit, but you can see the lights from the ships sitting off the coast waiting to come into the harbor.
I sit down on the ledge, resting my arms on the railing, and Olly joins me.
It’s quiet as I stare out into the darkness, all the noise of life fading away.
“You know, I’ve been thinking about something.”
“Yeah, what’s that?” I ask.
“For the longest time, I thought I irritated the crap out of you; like I was an annoying bug on the bottom of your shoe. But you kept coming around and talking to me, arguing with me.” He chuckles. “I was getting so frustrated because I didn’t understand.”
“You’ve never irritated me, Olly. You intrigued me.”
“I realize that now. Well, when I saw how you were with Marcus and Jacob, but especially Marcus. You two bicker like a couple of school kids.”
“What can I say? It’s fun to get him all riled up. ”
“I’m sure he feels the same.” He laughs. “When you bicker with someone, it means you feel comfortable with them. It’s like your way of showing that you like them.”
I nod my head. He’s right. I only do that with the people I trust.
“You do it with the guys at Ink Me, too.”
“I think I’ve trusted them for a while and just never realized it.”
“Tell me about Matthew?”
Matthew .
I take a deep breath and blow it out, steadying the shake in my voice and hands.
“Matthew was amazing. He always understood what I was feeling. Sometimes even before I did. His heart was so big and kind. He would’ve taken every single kid he crossed paths with if Jacob and Marcus would’ve let him. But, for some reason, he chose me.”
“Smart man,” Olly says with a shoulder bump and crooked smile.
“Young me didn’t think so.” I give him a sad smile. “I met Matthew at the social services office the day my previous family left for Europe. I was refusing to talk to anyone. The only thing I wanted was to crawl into a bed and sleep until I turned eighteen. I only had two more years and then I was free of the system. And that’s the same thought I had when Matthew brought me home for the first time.” I laugh. “That makes it sound like he brought home an infant and not a sixteen-year-old. Anyway, I carried on with my original plan. Put my head down and don’t make any waves. Be invisible.”
“Jasper, you are much too fabulous to be invisible. It’s hard to see the feather boa, metal-wearing, bracelet-jingling man next to me be anything close to invisible. ”
“It’s because back then I was ugly-jeans, t-shirt-pocket-wearing kid,” I confess.
“Huh, I can’t see it.”
“Good, I don’t want you to.” I laugh.
“Hey, fair is fair. You got to see pictures of a buck-toothed, pimple-sporting me.”
I sigh. “It was well worth it.”
He gives me a playful shove. I reach out and grab his hand to steady myself, then he threads his fingers through mine, placing them on his lap. Best feeling in the world.
“You’re worth it, you know.”
Tears fill my eyes. “I’m trying to be.”
Olly grabs my chin between this thumb and forefinger and turns me to look at him. A single tear falls.
“You are so fucking worth it, Jasper.”
His lips crash down on me, and I feel every fucking single emotion barreling through my heart. Hope, fear… and love. There’s that fucking word again. I’m left breathless, my chest heaving, my forehead resting on his.
“I don’t deserve this life I have.”
“Jasper, you deserve every bit of this life.”
“There were kids way worse off in the system. He should have saved them. I had it easy. Nobody ever abused me. If anything, when I got older, I was just their built-in babysitter.”
“I will tell you the same thing I said about Mazie. Every kid deserves to be loved. Everyone from a baby to a sixteen-year-old boy who made himself emotionless because, that way, never feeling love doesn’t hurt so much.”
I see Jacob clued Olly in while they were drooling over kitchen appliances.
“Jasper, now that I know who you are, your daredevil actions make sense. I see it differently. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you jumping out of an airplane makes me proud. You’re allowing yourself to feel when, for so long, you didn’t. Now, if you could pick some activities that don’t involve imminent peril, that would be great.”
“I can think of a few mutually beneficial activities that involve feeling lots of things.” I laugh.
“So can I.” Olly kisses me, hard and deep. “Now, take me home Jasper because I’m about to do wicked things to you and I’m pretty sure Mr. Brewer would not approve.”
As soon as the door closes behind me, I push Olly up against it. I may be smaller than him, but the lust building inside gives me superpowers.
“I need you, Olly.”
His hands slide around my waist and down to my ass cheeks, cupping them with a squeeze before picking me up and spinning us around, his hard body pressing me up against the door. Oh, maybe he has superpowers too.
“You have me Jasper. You’ve always had me. And tonight I want to show every inch of your body how worthy you are.” The sweet things he says to me .
Olly presses his hips into me. The feeling of his hard cock makes my head roll back against the door with a thud and a whimper. He takes advantage, sucking my neck, as I dig my heels into his back, wanting to feel more.
What I do feel is my leg hitting the small table, followed by the sound of something shattering.
“Fuck sorry.” I look down, seeing a ceramic bowl in pieces on the floor.
“Don’t care, worth it. Always worth it.”
“You have to stop saying nice things to me. I’ll develop a complex.”
Olly spins us around, knocking into a shelf on the wall. He lets out a grunt, and then a crack echoes as something else hits the wooden floor.
“You really need to invest in carpet.”
“Noted.”
“And were those the cock-and-balls, salt and pepper shakers?” I ask, seeing it shatter out of the corner of my eye.
“Yes, but at the moment, I’m way more interested in your cock and balls.” We both freeze.
“I mean, it’s not the worst pickup line,” I say, giving him a pat on the shoulder.
“I can do better, I swear,” he says as he continues our clumsy path down the hallway.
“Shit… sorry,” I say when I hear the sounds of a picture being knocked off the wall.
“Worth it. Completely worth it.”
“Only if we make it to the bed.”
“I’m on it,” he says, finally making through the bedroom door and tossing me on the mattress .
I cover my mouth as I let out a giddy squeal, trying to hide the embarrassing sound. It’s a noise I usually save for when I’m by myself or plummeting to earth after jumping out of a perfectly good airplane , as Olly would say.
I push myself up on my elbow, licking my lips as I take in the show.
Olly pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his defined chest and abs. He hides so much under those damn flannel shirts.
He pulls out a condom and a packet of lube, throwing it on the bed. I throw my head back and groan with anticipation of what’s coming.
I bite my lower lip, catching my lip ring between my teeth, bringing a little pain to stave off the tingling in my groin. He looks me straight in the eye, oh so aware of the effect he’s having on me as he unbuttons his slacks.
“Wait, turn around first. I want to see your ass one last time in those slacks.”
He slowly spins in a circle.
“Fuck… then we need to hang them like a championship flag.”
He jiggles his ass like a damn flag in the sky.
“Gawh, you’re killing me, Olly.”
Slowly, ever-so-fucking slowly, Olly slides his slacks down just below his ass cheeks, and my breath gets caught in my throat.
“I spoke too soon. Are you wearing a jock?”
Olly looks over his shoulder and wiggles his brows before sliding the jock down his legs, everything piling at his feet.
I hiss as I squeeze my cock, which is downright painfully hard, confined in these uncomfortable leather pants.
He turns around now, standing completely naked in front of me. I see the heat in his eyes. He’s practically vibrating with need, and it’s all directed at me. The thrill of it shoots down my spine before landing in my groin, my cock throbbing.
He kneels on the bed, crawling up my body, his fingers unbuttoning and slowly unzipping my pants. My cock twitches with anticipation at the sound. In one fluid motion, Olly pulls down my leather pants and my cock springs free, slapping against my stomach.
“Why is that so hot?” he groans.
Precum pools at my tip, and he brings his tongue down to lap it up. “Fuck,” I whimper when he moves away to kiss up my chest, taking the fabric of my shirt with him.
He takes each nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting on the piercings, giving them the perfect amount of attention. “Fuck, if you continue to play with those, I’m gonna come,” I gasp, and Olly chuckles.
He glides my hands over my head, bringing the fabric of my shirt with them.
“So fucking beautiful Jasper.”
Our bodies align, and our cocks press together. My legs go around his back, encouraging his hips to move. He just needs to keep them moving as he slowly rocks. He kisses me again, rising above me, the weight of his body keeping me down, like a security blanket.
He rolls us so we’re on our sides, grabbing my leg and pulling it over his hip. The position leaves me open as his hand roams over my ass and his finger circles my needy hole.
“I don’t think I can go slow, baby,” Olly emphasizes by pushing a finger in, sending me higher.
I hiss. “You don’t need to. I crave the burn, the stretch. Use me, Olly. I can’t hold back. You need to fuck me. ”
“Oh, I got you, baby,” he says, his finger leaving my hole.
“Where are you going?” I complain. “Oh, never mind,” I say when it comes back slick with lube. He surprisingly doesn’t hold back as he slips a finger in and works me open.
Soon he adds a second and third finger and I’m withering like the desperate slut I am. The sharp burn sends my body soaring. I’m fully aware I look like a hot mess, with my dripping cock trapped between our bodies and begging for release.
Olly and his smooth moves in the bedroom. I will forever be infatuated with bedroom Olly. His fingers slip free and without missing a beat, before I can even protest, his cock slips right in. I cry out, “Fuck yes.”
“Oh, fuuuck . You’re so tight. I could live inside you, baby. I would never leave, just bury myself deep in this perfect ass.” He accentuates it by giving it a slap. You know, the sexy kind that makes it jiggle.
I’m a goner. Toast, dead, finished.
Olly sides in and out, testing the angles. “Right there. Please, right there,” I shout when he finds my prostate.
“Oh, there it is. There’s the magic button. I wonder what happens when you hit it over and over again.”
“Gawh, it’s like a jack-in-the-box: keep cranking the handle and I will eventually pop.”
He chuckles, all low and growly in my ear. My body is like a live wire, my hair standing on end.
“I need to come, please,” I beg, which he answers by wrapping his hand around my cock and giving it a long, painfully slow tug. “Olly,”
“Ride the wave, Jasper,” he says, adding more pressure to my leaking cock and picking up the pace as he fucks into me .
And ride the wave I do… all the way to nirvana.
I explode with vibrant colors when my orgasm hits me, like paint splattered on a white canvas behind my eyes. I have never felt something so beautiful in my life.
“That’s it, baby,” Olly chants as my release coats our stomachs, creating a slickness that sends my orgasm into overdrive.
He picks up the pace, urgency behind each thrust. As soon as his hips start to stutter, I know he’s close to finding his own release. “Oh, fuck, Jasper. The way your ass just tightened around my dick, pure pleasure.” He gives one last groan before his orgasm hits and I feel his cock thicken and fill the condom.
Our chests are heaving as we gasp for breath. “Holy fuck, that was…”
“Amazing, soul-reaching, earth-shattering.”
“Yes, yes, yes. All of the above.” I laugh as he squeezes me tight in his arms. We lay together until his cock softens and slips out. Taking the condom and tying it off, he tosses it in the garbage can next to the bed.
He hauls me back into his arms while we drift off to the steady rhythm of our beating hearts.