Chapter 14 – Jasper #2
Pulling out my phone, I open up my text thread with Otis and go to send him a text to expect me tonight.
That I need to see him. But something stops me.
If he knows that I’m coming then he will try and stop me.
No, the best thing I can do is turn up at his door.
I just need to know when he’s going to be back.
Backing out of the text thread, I pull up my contacts until I find Daniel and hit call.
“Hey Daniel, do you have a training session with Otis today?” I ask.
“Yeah, in about half an hour. I booked the gym,” Daniel replies.
“I couldn’t remember,” I lie. At HQ there would be no problem sharing the gym but at these mobile HQ the gyms aren’t that big. “Better go and find Lars and tell him. Catch you later.”
I’m guessing that Daniel will train for about an hour, and then Otis is going to want to go back to the hotel. That gives me two hours to waste. I need to get back to the hotel and get ready. There is no going back now. I should’ve done this weeks ago.
Two hours didn’t sound that long, but my God it felt like an eternity.
I was filled with this nervous excitement that I had never experienced before.
All I was doing was having sex with my boyfriend.
But that thought right there stops me in my tracks.
Sex with my boyfriend. Not a sub or a client. Someone far more important.
The sound of my phone beeping pulls me out of my thoughts, and I pick up the phone to see a text from Otis
Otis: Jumping in the shower but need to see you. Drinks in the bar?
Oh I need to see you, too, and telling me that you are getting into the shower is perfect. If I can time this right he will already be naked. It would have been nice to watch him get undressed for me, but that can wait.
Twenty minutes later I’m standing outside Otis’s hotel room, thankful that I know he isn’t one for long showers.
The corridor is empty and so I quickly knock on the door.
And nothing. Don’t tell me that today is the day he wants a longer shower.
Knocking on the door again, with a little extra force, I’m rewarded with, “Coming,” from inside the room.
Opening the door, I see Otis standing there, hair still wet from the shower and one of the hotel robes wrapped around him. Without saying a word, I step into the room, gently pushing Otis back, and close the door behind me.
“What…?” Otis asks, but he doesn’t get to finish the question before I’m pulling him forward and sealing my mouth over his, while tugging open the tie on his robe.
Standing up straighter, I run my hand down his chest. It’s still damp from the shower.
“You aren’t allowed to talk, unless permission is granted,” I demand. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” Otis replies instantly.
“Take off the robe,” I ask, and Otis removes the robe and I watch as his dick grows hard, and I haven’t even touched him yet. “Take it back into the bathroom. Get a towel and come back here.”
Otis turns and goes back into the bathroom, coming back with a towel in hand.
“Dry your hair. I don’t need you catching a cold. Once dry, place the towel on the chair. We might need it later.” And again Otis does as I have commanded, but is still silent. So beautiful.
“I want you to undress me. Slowly. You may place kisses on my body wherever you want. But you are not to touch my dick.” And I don’t miss the whine that escapes Otis at these words. “Otis, behave. Another sound and I will leave. You understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Now, you may start to undress me,” I say.
When I got back to the hotel, I had concerns about what I was going to wear. I knew that I wanted Otis to undress me, and so I changed into a white shirt but kept my jeans on. Slipping the bottle of lube into my jeans, hoping that no one would spot it if they saw me.
Otis slowly walks around me, checking me out, not something I asked him to do, and just when I’m about to reprimand him, he places a kiss in the centre of my back. I did tell him he could kiss me, I just thought that he would undress me first.
When he’s standing back in front of me, Otis pulls the shirt out of my jeans and begins to unbutton it, followed by slipping it off my shoulders and dumping it on the floor. Damn I forgot that instruction.
“Otis, pick the shirt up, fold it, and place it on the table behind us. Do this for my jeans, too.”
Otis bends down, picks up the shirt and follows my instructions before turning his attention back to me. Popping the button of my jeans, he pushes them down my legs and places kisses on my leg in intervals.
Lifting my legs one by one, I let him pull my jeans off to one side, then Otis is coming back up my body, placing kisses on my other leg before he places small kisses up my chest. Making goosebumps rise on my skin.
Otis takes a step back, folds the jeans, and places them with the shirt. Then he’s back and slipping off my boxers. My dick springs free and finally we are naked together. There is no going back from here for me.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Yes, sir,” Otis replies.
“I need you to pull back the bedclothes and place the towel in the middle of the bed, and climb on.”
While Otis is following my instructions, I head into the bathroom and get the tie from the robe that Otis was wearing when I arrived. I’m not going to be able to tie him to the bed, which is a shame, but I know he will listen if I tie his hands together and tell him to place them above his head.
When I walk back to the room, Otis must have been thinking the same as me, because he’s laid out on the bed, breathing hard with his arms already stretched out above his head, and he looks fucking glorious. How the fuck did I get so lucky to have this man in my life?
“Someone is eager,” I say, and Otis remains silent, which just makes my dick twitch.
Placing the robe tie on the bed, I go over to my jeans and take out the lube.
I considered getting Otis to take it out but then he would know that I hadn’t brought the butt plug.
I needed what was going to happen to be a surprise for him.
I place the lube on the bed and pick up the tie and walk around the edge of the bed.
Reaching over, I tie his hands together.
“You are to keep your hands above your head at all times,” I tell him.
Silence. Otis is so good.
“Do you understand?” I demand.
“Yes, sir.”
Walking back around to the foot of the bed, I spread his legs wider and climb up onto the bed, covering his body with my own, his hard dick rubbing against my own.
On any other occasion, I would’ve leaned down and taken his dick and teased it with my tongue, but tonight I need to feel his arse wrapped around my dick more.
“I know you’re sore,” I say, making my voice gentle. “If this becomes too much just tell me to stop, okay?”
“Yes, sir.” I don’t think he even registered the type of voice I used. He’s so lost in the scene already.
“You are fucking stunning,” I tell him before connecting my lips with his, they part instantly for me and I slip my tongue inside, all the while I grind my dick into his.
Breaking apart, I shift so that I am kneeling between his legs and take a deep breath.
“Bend your legs for me,” I demand, and Otis bends his knees so that his feet are flat on the bed, and his arse is open for me.
I move so that I’m lying on the bed and lean forward, placing a kiss on his entrance and then trace my tongue around it. Rimming is not something that I have done often, but I am breaking all my rules with Otis. Let’s make this a night for both of us, but I’m going to need to hear him.
“You may speak,” I command. “But you are no longer allowed to move.”
Otis stills underneath me and I start to suck and kiss him. Running my tongue around the skin. Teasing him.
“Oh God!” Otis yells out. Oh, he is always so vocal and it spurs me on. I continue to suck and tease his arse with my tongue, till I feel him tense up on the bed. If I carry on, I think I will make him come, and the only time that Otis is coming tonight is with me deep inside him.