Chapter 12 – Jasper #2
“Why?” Otis questions, and there is no mistaking the confusion on his face.
“Basically, she told me we needed to have sex.”
“We have sex all the time,” Otis responds.
“But not the sex you have been asking for,” I say.
“I would love that, but Jasper, I think I’m too sore for that. Last night was, well…” Otis responds and I see as the blush appears on his cheeks.
Because yes, last night was special. I had increased the size of the butt plug and included some nipple play. All of which Otis had been amazing with. Otis has become my favourite sub, maybe ever, and that was also fuelling my nerves. This was still so new to Otis, and he could so easily leave.
“Jasper.”
Hearing my name, I look over to Otis and see that his brows are creased with concern, and he reaches over and takes my hand in his.
“Sorry,” I reply, not sure what to say.
“What’s going on?” Otis asks. “You have felt a little distant. Not in our scenes but outside the bedroom. Is what’s happening with me and the press too much? I understand if it is. You didn’t sign up for this.”
“What? No,” I exclaim, and I hate the fact that I made him think that.
“Then what is it?” Otis begs.
“I’m so fucking frightened that you’re going to leave once we have sex,” I blurt out.
Otis stares at me for a moment before bursting out laughing, not the reaction I thought I was going to get and I have to say that I’m a little annoyed.
“Can I ask what’s so funny?” I demand.
“I’m sorry Jasper, but we have been over this. I am not going anywhere. Plus what’s the difference between a butt plug and your dick?”
“Well…” I’m not sure how to answer the question.
“Exactly. I know that it will be different. That it’s more intimate. It’s skin on skin contact. But to put it bluntly, it’s still in my arse, and I haven’t complained so far.”
“Skin on skin.” Those are the words that I hold onto. Does he mean that he doesn’t want to use a condom? That would be something that I have never done before.
“Well, that’s what I was thinking,” Otis starts.
“I’ve always used a condom,” I tell him, but now that Otis has put the thought in my mind, I have to admit the thought of taking him bareback sounds exciting. It would make it a first time for both of us.
“Then we’ll use one,” Otis adds.
“Actually no, I love the thought of going bareback with you. I have never done that with anyone,” I tell him.
“Not even Clive?”
“Remember, Clive started out as a client. I had considered it, but then Clive always insisted I wear one. Looking back, I think that was more to do with the fact that I still had clients.”
“Clive is a dick,” Otis spits out, and I’m surprised to hear the venom behind his words.
“Yes, he was,” I confirm.
“Look, why don’t we shelve that sex for now. It was never my intention to freak you out. I have been loving what we are doing,” Otis starts. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m gutted, but I can understand. When you’re ready I will be waiting for you. Plus, it means we can carry on training.”
“Really? Training?” And now it’s me that’s laughing. Otis still says that he’s training, but he’s so far past that now.
“Yeah.”
“Otis, you don’t need training. You are beautiful when you submit to me,” I say over to him. “What you have been willing to learn. It’s blown me away.”
“And I like blowing you,” Otis replies with a smirk, “I never once thought about liking dick. But well, yours is simply divine. I love feeling the weight of it on my tongue.”
Pushing my chair back, I pull us to our feet.
“What are you doing?” Otis asks, surprised at my movements.
“I’m making the most of an empty house. Bedroom, now,” I demand.
“Sore, remember?” Otis replies.
“Oh, I remember. Your arse is safe, but that Goddamn mouth of yours is going to be put to good use.” Because hearing him talk about blowing me sent all my blood rushing south.
“Oh I like the sound of that,” Otis replies. “I await your instructions, sir.”
Fuck, the way he says sir makes my dick hard instantly. How he so quickly submits to me, but today I don’t think I want a scene.
“No scene,” I say. “I just want to have sex with my boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend?”
“Yes boyfriend. Now don’t freak out. I don’t really want to call Marcus at this moment to discuss you freaking out.”
“It’s just…” Otis adds.
“You have gotten under my skin, somehow. So yeah, you are my boyfriend. Now, shall we head back to bed?”
“Fuck yes,” Otis exclaims, as he starts pulling me towards the bedrooms.
Kimber renovated the third floor into her own private rooms. There is her master bedroom, which is at the front of the house, and then the spare bedrooms towards the back of the house. Both of them are ensuites, so that guests didn’t have to use the bathroom on the second floor.
Otis opens the door, pulling me inside before slamming the door shut behind us. Then he’s pulling me to him and connecting our lips in a kiss, and he pushes his tongue into my mouth as he runs his hand down the front of my clothes.
Most nights we sleep naked together, but we always have some shorts and t-shirts close by for when we go downstairs. I’d quietly dressed in mine before heading downstairs. The material isn’t thick and I’m so grateful for that, when I feel Otis’s hand rubbing over my dick.
“Both of us have way too many clothes on,” Otis says as he breaks the kiss and pulls my t-shirt over my head, dropping it on the floor. Then he’s pushing down my shorts while going to his knees.
Otis takes hold of my dick in a firm grip. Otis had quickly picked up on what I like when he touches me. He begins to slowly move his hand, his movement deliberate, and my head falls back at the sensation and a moan falls from my mouth, as I grab his hair.
Letting my dick go, Otis then runs his tongue on the underside of my dick, before closing his mouth around my head, his tongue lapping up my pre-cum.
At first he just holds my dick in his mouth before he starts moving, slowly at first but then he picks up his pace.
How the fuck he doesn’t gag I have no idea, but he’s able to take all of me.
“Otis!” I scream out, pulling on his hair as my orgasm builds and explodes in his mouth. Otis takes all of my cum, drinking it down like it was a fine wine. Just like he has every time since that first night in my bedroom.
Getting up from his knees, Otis stands in front of me, a smile shining bright on his face.
“You always taste so good,” Otis says. “Here.”
And then he’s kissing me again. His tongue back in my mouth, and I can taste my own bitterness. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him close to me, and I can feel his hard dick, poking into me.
“Think I need to return the favour,” I tell him, as I sink to the floor.
When I’m on my knees, I reach forward and pull down his shorts.
He might’ve complained that we both had too many clothes on, but he didn’t strip his clothes off before going to his knees.
With his dick exposed, I take it straight into my mouth.
I don’t want to hold him or tease. I want to taste him.
Keeping my movement even, I slide up and down his length, running my tongue around his head, and I’m rewarded with a moan from Otis before he breathes out, “Oh God.” That is one of the other things that I adore about Otis – when he’s not forced to stay quiet, he’s so vocal.
In fact it’s gotten to the point that in some scenes, I only tell him to stop moving, needing to hear the sounds he makes.
“Jasper,” Otis breathes out, and I take that as my cue to move faster.
Taking hold of his bare arse to anchor me, I move faster. Sliding up and down his length, and before I know it, I can feel Otis tense under my touch and he’s screaming out my name again before he’s cumming down my throat, and just like that I take him all, until he starts to soften in my mouth.
“Fucking hell, Otis,” I say to him as I get up from my knees.
“I could say the same about you,” Otis replies, as he takes off his t-shirt so that we’re both naked again. “Now let’s have a nap. I want to feel that naked body against mine.”
“That sounds like a nice afternoon,” I tell him, because it really does, and for the first time since we have gotten together I realise that Otis has more than gotten under my skin.
That in fact without even realising it, the reason I’m so scared about losing him, is because I’m falling in love with him.
Something I swore I would never do again.