Chapter 8 – Jasper #2
“You know, considering you have never been with a man before, you are behaving very cool, calm and collected,” I say over to him.
“I’m not sure what to say. I feel comfortable with you. Kissing you is like nothing I have experienced before. I probably should be freaking out. I’m sure a therapist would be having a field day,” Otis replies.
“So you aren’t scared?”
“Oh, I am absolutely terrified, but that is not going to stop me. I want to taste you. Want you to taste me. This just feels right.”
Oh, fuck. He wants to taste me. God that sounds glorious, but there is still a part of me that is wary.
He’s saying that he’s fine, but once my dick is in his mouth, that could all change.
But maybe, I can show him how good it feels.
Let him know how much fun it can be. No one ever complained about my blow jobs.
“That sounds like a plan. Would you let me show you how good it can be?” I ask.
“Now?” Otis asks, and for the first time there is an edge to his voice and I think that it’s a mixture of nerves and excitement.
Before he has the chance to change his mind, I stand up from the couch, taking Otis with me, causing his arms to instantly go around my neck to secure himself.
“Where are you taking me?” Otis asks.
“If you think your first experience with a man is going to be on the couch, you are mistaken. I am taking you to my room. To my bed,” I tell him, as I walk out of the living room and head up the stairs.
“Oh, fuck,” Otis breathes.
“No, not yet,” I chuckle back.
My bedroom is the biggest and is at the front of the house.
There are two windows in front of us, and to the right, is my bed.
I love my bed. It’s a four-poster bed that I had specially designed.
There are hidden hooks that are used in scenes.
Either side of the bed are some bedside cupboards with lamps on them.
Opposite the bed there are two cupboards in alcoves that I converted into wardrobes.
But other than the bed, the other favourite feature in the room is the fireplace.
It’s a completely decorative feature now but still has the original wrought iron fire grate in the centre.
Placing Otis on the bed, I walk over to the window and draw the curtains, plunging the room into darkness, and there is no way that I’m going to miss out on seeing Otis naked, if he lets me strip him.
Turning on the lights, I turn and walk back so that I’m standing in front of Otis, place my hand under his chin, and lift it up so that he’s looking at me. Leaning down, I connect our lips. He opens for me instantly and my tongue slips into his mouth.
Fuck, he can kiss, and from the moan that falls from Otis, he’s enjoying this. Suddenly, I feel his hands running up and down the front of my jeans. I had deliberated for too long on what to wear this evening. I hadn’t wanted to be too casual either, so had opted for jeans and a t-shirt.
Breaking the kiss, I take a step back to witness Otis breathing heavily, but the want is shining bright in his eyes.
“I said I was going to show you a good time. This is me showing you what you do to me,” I tell him as I pull my t-shirt over my head.
“Will you give me instructions?” Otis asks quietly.
“No. This isn’t a scene. This is me showing you a naked man.”
“Hate to burst your bubble, but I have seen naked men,” Otis replies.
“But you have never seen one that you have turned on,” I reply, and my hand goes to the button on my jeans and Otis watches as I pop the button and slowly pull the zipper down. My eyes never leave Otis’s, and I see him as he licks his lips. If he’s nervous, he’s hiding it really well.
Pushing down my jeans, I take my boxers with them. I considered taking the jeans off first and then my underwear, teasing him a little, but I couldn’t. Kicking off my jeans, I stand there for Otis to see. My dick standing to attention.
“Holy fuck,” Otis breathes.
“You okay?” I ask, tentatively taking a step toward him.
“You’re fucking stunning,” Otis tells me.
Okay, so this is going better than I expected, so I take another step closer so that I’m back in front of him. It’s taking everything that I can muster not to issue him an order. To tell him to hold me, lick my head and suck off the pre-cum.
“How are you feeling?” I ask, because even though Otis seems to be handling this well I need to make a hundred percent sure.
“Horny. Confined,” Otis whispers back, as he stands up from the bed, reaches over for my hand, takes hold of it and places it on his crotch, and there is no denying that he’s hard, and he feels impressive too.
“I want to see you,” I tell him. “All of you.”
“Then undress me. I’m all yours,” Otis says almost silently, and if I wasn’t standing so close, I might not have heard him.
Otis must have come straight from HQ, as he’s still wearing the Montague Racing polo and jeans, and I have never been so thankful that there aren’t a lot of clothes to take off. Grabbing hold of his polo, I pull it out of the jeans and over his head, and I get the first look at his body.
“Holy shit,” I mumble.
“Like what you see?” Otis asks.
I don’t answer him, instead, I run my finger down the front of his chest, run it over his defined abs. I knew that he would be in shape, but I wasn’t expecting him to be this defined. He’s leaner than Lars.
“How old are you?” I ask, which seems the completely wrong time to ask this, but I need to know.
“Twenty-four,” Otis tells me.
I knew that he was going to be younger than me, but I’m still shocked that he’s that young. He acts so much older.
“That a problem?” Otis asks, he must have taken my silence as a bad thing.
“Not at all.” Because I really don’t care, all I want is to strip him naked.
I run my finger back down his chest till I reach the button of his jeans, pop it open, pull the zipper down, and slip my hand inside. Needing to get the first feel of him, and God, he feels good. He has a sizable dick, and my need for him takes over.
Slipping my hand out of his jeans, I push them down his legs, taking his boxers with it as I go down to my knees, so I’m on the same level as his dick.
When I reach his ankles, Otis automatically lifts each of his legs in turn so I can pull his jeans completely off, and I throw them to the side. Finally, Otis is naked.
Looking up at him, I see that his breathing has increased, I think I see a hint of nerves finally in his eyes. But he hasn’t told me to stop.
“You okay?” I ask, and all I’m rewarded with is a nod, “Otis I need you to be vocal.” But all I’m given is a nod. “Otis.” But this time, I lace my face with a commanding tone, and I see Otis’s dick twitch, oh he is going to be glorious to train, “I need you to talk to me.”
“I’m good. Please don’t stop,” Otis finally says.
“Thank you.”
Leaning forward, I run my tongue up his length, and hear Otis exclaim, “Oh God,” then I’m taking his tip into my mouth. Running my tongue around his head, I feel Otis’s hand on my shoulder, gripping it. I slowly make my way down his length so that he gets used to the feel of a man around him.
I’m not able to take all of him, I might have been a professional, but even I had my limits, so I took hold of his base with my hand, and started pumping as I travelled up and down his length. Slowly building up speed until the grip on my shoulder gets tighter.
“Jasper,” Otis breathes out, and I know that he’s close, and I know that I want to taste him. Increasing my efforts, I’m rewarded when Otis screams out my name again and fills my mouth with his cum that I swallow down greedily.
Finally letting him go, I get to my feet and stand in front of Otis. His eyes are still closed, but there is no mistaking the blissed-out expression on his face.
“Otis.” I call his name gently, and his eyes snap open and he stares at me before connecting our lips, his tongue invading my mouth, and I know that he’s going to be able to taste himself, and it might be the hottest kiss I have ever experienced.