Chapter 9 – Otis
During the entire time Jasper was undressing me I was waiting for my nerves to kick in or for my brain to say ‘what the fuck are you doing, this is a man’?
But that never happened. What did happen was one of the hottest experiences of my life.
Yes, I have had blow jobs before, but fuck, not like that.
No wonder Jasper was able to pay off his mortgage, he was a genius with his mouth.
When he had been standing in front of me, I had needed to kiss him. Needed to taste myself on him and, when I did, well there were no words to describe the emotions that were currently flowing through my body, and for a second that emotion takes over and I can feel myself sway.
“Fuck, Otis. I got you,” Jasper says, as I feel his arms going around me. “Let’s get you on the bed.”
Jasper gently helps me over to the bed, helping me to sit on the edge. Looking up at his face, it’s a mask of worry.
“Jasper,” I managed to get out.
“Are you okay? Do you need to get dressed? Do you need to leave?” Jasper asks.
Why the hell is he asking me those questions? I just stare at him in the hope that looking at his face will give me the answers I need, but his face is blank, and that’s when it hits me. He thinks my sway was out of repulsion, that I didn’t like what happened and he’s trying to give me a way out.
“Jesus, now I fully understand how you could afford this place. That was the best,” I start. “Actually, best is the wrong word. That was fucking phenomenal.” And I get to my feet so that I’m able to kiss him. I need him to know that I have zero regrets.
When I break the kiss, Jasper has a huge smile on his face, “Good. I wanted to make it memorable for you.”
“Oh, that was pretty unforgettable,” I confirm.
“So, what do you want to do now? Get that take out and watch a movie?” Jasper asks.
“Actually, no. I want to do something I have never done before,” I tell him, and then before Jasper has a chance to ask what, I sink to my knees.
“Otis,” Jasper states when he realises what I’m going to do. “You don’t…”
I know that I don’t have to, but if this is going to be a night of firsts, why can’t I have my own personal first? I have wanted to taste him since he stripped in front of me and I saw his body for the first time, plus this might be the only time I will be able to control the situation.
“I want to, please let me?” I ask him, looking up at him through my eyelashes.
For the first time since I got here, nerves hit me.
Jasper has so much more experience than me.
I know what I like, but I want to make sure that Jasper likes what I do.
What if I’m awful? What if he hates everything that I do?
Will he then decide that I’m not worth taking the risk for?
But there’s no way that I’m going to stop now.
I will look even more foolish if I get up from my knees, telling him that I’ve changed my mind.
So instead I take a deep breath and reach out to touch him.
Jasper’s dick is firm in my hand. The skin silky soft against my own.
I know that I like a firm grip around my own dick, so I tighten my grip on his and begin to move my hand.
Pumping him slowly, I spot the pearl of pre-cum on the tip of his head.
Leaning forward, I lap up the pearl, getting my first taste.
The salty bitterness bursts over my tongue.
“Oh fuck,” Jasper breathes out, and that’s all the encouragement that I need.
Taking his head into my mouth, I try to mirror what I felt Jasper do, and run my tongue around his head, before taking him further into my mouth, not stopping until I can feel him hit the back of my throat.
If someone would have told me that one day, I would be on my knees with a man’s dick in my mouth, I would’ve laughed at them, and yet here I am, and all I want is to give this man the pleasure that he gave me.
There isn’t a shadow of doubt in my mind, that I should be doing this and doing it with Jasper.
I begin to move, sliding up and down his length.
Slow at first before I begin to speed up, and the noises coming out of Jasper are delicious, and knowing that it’s me making him make those noises spurs me on.
I increase my speed again and then I feel Jasper’s hand going into my hair, his fingers tightening, pulling slightly. Fuck, that’s hot.
“Otis,” Jasper gasps out, and tries to pull out of my mouth, which is not happening.
Taking hold of his arse, I increase my speed.
Jasper has nowhere to go and then he’s finally coming.
My mouth fills up and I greedily swallow everything that he gave me.
When he finally stops, I lick him clean before I get to my feet and stand in front of him.
Jasper just stares at me, his eyes wide, and I’m hoping that it’s with surprise, but I have no idea how to ask him if that was okay? That if it was bad that he can direct me on how to make it better for him.
“Jasper,” I say, when the silence has become too much.
Jasper doesn’t say anything, but takes a step towards me, places a hand on each cheek, and leans in and kisses me.
“Otis,” Jasper says as he steps back “that was…”
“Sorry, you can train me on how to do it better,” I say quickly.
“Are you fucking kidding me? That was amazing.”
“Really?” Not believing him, I’m sure that he’s just being nice.
“I wouldn’t lie to you. You’ve never been with a man?” Jasper questions.
“Jasper, you are the only man that I have ever wanted to be with,” I say honestly. Hell, I would say that he’s going to be the only man that I will ever be attracted to.
“You carry on giving me blow jobs like that, I will be the only man that you do that to.”
“I will be fine with that,” I tell him.
“I know that we’ve both eaten, but I think that we need some actual food,” Jasper states, and I can’t help but feel disappointed that we’re going to be leaving the bedroom.
“You’re probably right,” I say, but I can’t hide the disappointment in my voice.
“But…” Jasper starts, but stops, licking his lips, and I think that he is nervous.
“What?” I say, as I run my hand down his chest.
“Well, I don’t think that I’m ready to see you fully dressed, I have a spare dressing gown and…”
“You want us to eat in just the dressing gowns?”
“Yeah, and then maybe we can come back here to watch the movies, naked,” Jasper adds.
“That sounds like a fun evening,” I tell him.
“Would you maybe like to add another first?” Jasper adds.
“Sex?” And there is no mistaking the eagerness in my voice. I want to feel what sex would be like with a man. Want to know what it will be like as Jasper stretches me open.
“No,” Jasper says lovingly. “You really are a surprise.”
“Why?” I have to ask, as I don’t think that I’m being that surprising. I’m just being honest with him.
“You just blew a man for the first time and now you’re already talking about sex. Why the fuck aren’t you freaking out?” Jasper replies.
“I have no idea. But I’m not. I want you. I want to feel what it’s like having my arse stretched by your dick.”
“Sweet fucking Jesus,” Jasper mutters before turning away from me and walking over to the wardrobe in the corner, and retrieves two robes from inside, “Here put this on before I forget that most of the time I’m a gentleman.”
“Gentleman? You? Aren’t you a Dom?” I reply as I slip my arms into the robe and pull it around me, tying it closed.
“You are such a cheeky shit. I think I’m going to enjoy making you keep that delicious mouth closed.”
Sweet lord, that is hot. Who knew that I was going to enjoy being submissive, but I think I will. Jasper is bringing a side out of me that I never knew existed, and I have to say that I am so excited.
“Are we going to start training soon? I would like a few sessions under my belt before we head off to Australia.”
“Let’s get some food and discuss what you think you will be comfortable with, but for your first time with a man, I don’t want it to be a scene,” Jasper replies.
“You don’t want to dominate me?”
“Oh, far from it. It has been killing me not being able to tell you what to do. But sex doesn’t always have to be a scene,” Jasper starts as he reaches out a hand for me to take, “When we have sex for the first time, I want it to be more than me being dominant. I want to make it special for you.”
“I’m sure that it will be special. It will be with you, and I know that you’ll look after me,” I reply.
“Let’s just get to know each other and go from there. We might decide that we don’t want this,” Jasper says.
Don’t want this? What the hell is he going on about? Then it dawns on me. This is the voice that Marcus warned me about. Jasper is still thinking that I’m going to walk away. My hatred for Clive is growing by the second. I will never be able to understand how he could hurt Jasper.
“I want this,” I confirm again. “So far what I have experienced has been monumental. I might even say life changing.”
“Life changing?” Jasper questions.
“So without making me sound like a complete slut. I have had a few blow jobs in my time, perks of being this handsome,” I add, which makes Jasper chuckle “and the one you just gave me, has to be the best.”
“I was known to give good head,” Jasper replies, giving me a smile.
“I’m just thankful I don’t have to pay. I would be bankrupt,” I add, hoping to shock him, and when I see his eyebrows rise, I know that I have succeeded. “Now, you mentioned food.” And I head towards the bedroom door.
Jasper doesn’t say anything as we head downstairs, and make our way into the living room. I still think there is a part of him that doesn’t understand how I can be so accepting of his past. Yet to me it was a job. One I’m sure that he was exceptionally good at.
“Do you have a favourite take out?” I ask, as we sit back down on the couch. “I could get dressed and pop to the shops and cook.”
“You aren’t going anywhere,” Jasper states. “I think I’m in the mood for Chinese or Indian.”