Chapter 15 – Otis
When I opened the door to my room this evening, Jasper was the last person I was expecting to see standing there.
I have no idea why he came to my room, why he broke our rule, but at the moment I don’t care.
What he’s doing with his tongue and my arse should be illegal.
The sensations are driving me insane, but I’m not allowed to move and I’m not going to disobey tonight.
“Oh God!” I scream out, and I think hearing me call out increases what he’s doing. I never thought someone could come from play, but Jasper is proving me wrong again.
Jasper must feel me tense and stops his ministrations, and I feel the loss straight away. I wanted him to continue, hell, I needed him to continue. I wanted to come so badly.
“I promise I will be gentle,” Jasper says, as I feel him shift on the bed and lean over to grab something off the bed and then I hear the tell-tale sound of a bottle popping open. Lube. It must be the lube.
I steel myself, knowing what is coming, and then it’s there.
The cold being rubbed around my entrance, before he’s pushing a digit inside.
There is a slight sting, but nothing more than normal.
I just lie there, enjoying the feel of Jasper’s finger.
He pauses, allowing me to adjust to him, before he pushes further inside.
Only when his finger is fully seated does he begin to slide it in and out of me, before adding a second.
I feel my skin stretch around him and it feels sublime.
No one has made me feel like this when having sex.
So cared for and looked after. I wonder what I’ve been missing over the years, but I also know that only Jasper could make me feel like this.
Soon I’m going to feel the cold of the butt plug as he pushes it inside me, and I can’t wait. I was beginning to regret that I said we had to keep our distance here. I think my arse was missing him. Jasper’s fingers are moving freely, but the plug never arrives.
“Otis, look at me,” Jasper commands, and I lift my head up to look at him.
He’s kneeling between my legs, bottle of lube in his hand. There is no butt plug in sight, but he prepped me, and then I watch as he opens the bottle of lube, squirts some into his hand and wipes it all over his dick.
Holy fuck.
“Are you still sure?” Jasper asks, and this is Jasper asking, not my Dom, but I still reply.
“Yes, sir.”
I keep watching as Jasper slowly pushes inside, and my God.
I thought the butt plug felt good, but it was nothing compared to Jasper’s dick.
Lying my head back down, I relish the stretch.
Just like with his fingers, he allows my body to adjust to him.
Inch by glorious inch till he is finally fully seated.
Jasper grasps hold of my knees before he begins to move in and out of me. Slowly at first, and I’m sure that he’s doing it to make sure that I’m okay, but I am more than okay. I think I’m in heaven.
A moan falls from my lips, then another, and God I wish I could move. Wish I could reach out and touch him. But I’m not allowed, and like hell am I going to do anything that may result in this stopping.
Jasper pushes my knees back, lifting my feet and arse up off the bed, which changes the angle, and Jasper increases his pace.
“Fuck, you feel good, Otis,” Jasper gasps, his voice full of awe, and that’s when I remember this is his first time bareback, and he chose me.
On the next thrust in, Jasper hits my prostate, and how I manage not to jump off the bed, I have no idea. The part of my brain that likes to submit takes over, and all I’m able to do is scream out to a deity that pushes Jasper forward.
Fast, slow, Jasper’s rhythm is never ending, and I can feel my orgasm starting to build.
“Jasper,” I pant.
“Can I come inside you?” Jasper asks, and I can’t find the words, so I nod my head. Jasper may not know it, but he just claimed me as his.
Jasper increases his speed but this time he doesn’t slow down, and with every thrust inside my body, he hits my prostate and I can no longer stay still.
My orgasm crashes over me in a huge wave, and I am cumming all over my chest. My body reacts and I clench around Jasper, and suddenly on the next thrust in, Jasper screams out my name and stills.
Neither of us move or say anything. We both know what happened was more than a scene. More than just sex. This was something next level.
Eventually Jasper pulls out of me, but then doesn’t move from between my legs.
“That is a sight,” Jasper says over to me.
“What is?” Lifting my head up off the bed.
“Seeing my cum drip out of your arse.”
“Jasper.” And I can’t help but chuckle.
Suddenly, Jasper is covering my body with his, and he’s reaching up and untying my wrists, and rubbing my hands. Then he’s kissing me. His tongue swirling with mine. Before he’s breaking it off, and when I look at him there is a huge smile on his face.
“I need to clean us up. Don’t go anywhere,” Jasper says as he shifts off me.
“You expect me to move after that? Yeah not happening,” I call after him as he walks into the bathroom, and I hear the taps running.
A few minutes later he is wiping down my chest, and around my arse, before removing the towel from underneath me.
Jasper retreats back into the bathroom – I’m guessing to deposit the towels – before coming back into the bedroom and climbing back onto the bed, lying on his back, spreading out his arm and beckoning me over to him.
“Jasper,” I start, but what do I say, thank you for that? I’m sure it would make me sound like one of his clients, and what we did was nothing someone would pay for.
“Was that okay?” Jasper asks.
“Jesus, Jasper. Okay is not the word I would use to describe that,” I tell him.
“Good.”
“But what about you? Was that okay for you?” I ask, that small voice of doubt telling me that he’d probably had better, with more experienced guys.
“Otis, that was...” And Jasper actually sighs. “That was like nothing I have ever experienced before. The way you felt around my dick.”
“You felt so good. Different from the plug,” I say.
“That better not be you saying you prefer the plug,” Jasper states, but I know that he’s teasing.
“God, no.” Then because my brain’s filter is broken, “Is sex with men always like that?”
“Otis,” Jasper chuckles. “No. This was something else. You are something else. Think it’s why I love you.”
Wait! What? Did Jasper just say that he loves me? No, I must have misheard him. But Jasper has tensed in my arms, and when I shift so that I’m sitting upright, I look over to him and his eyes are wide. Shit, he did say it.
“I need to go,” Jasper says, suddenly getting out of bed and racing over to his clothes. Fuck. But he’s panicking, and he drops his clothes on the floor. “Sorry. I didn’t mean.”
Shit. He is freaking out. He just told me he loves me, and I didn’t say it back. I think I fell in love with Jasper the moment he kissed me in the gym, and yet I am still just watching Jasper freak out.
“Jasper,” I call him, but he doesn’t look at me. Where the fuck has my confident strong Jasper gone?
Jasper has managed to get his jeans on, grab his shirt and make a beeline for the door.
Otis, fucking move! I tell myself, and I’m jumping off the bed, racing towards Jasper, and I grab hold of his arm, just before he is able to get his hand on the door handle.
With all the might I have, I pull him away from the door and turn him to face me.
“Jasper,” I say, but he looks anywhere but me, “I love you, too.”
Jasper’s face snaps in my direction, his eyes conveying his fear, then surprise.
“I love you,” I tell him again, and lean over to kiss him.
“Otis,” Jasper states, and I hate that there is a tremble in his voice.
“Come on. Let’s get back to bed. Naked, please. And I folded those clothes neatly. Please do the same,” I tell him, and give him a wink. The ball is in his court now. He can strip and come back to bed or he can leave.
Jasper strips off his jeans and folds them neatly with his shirt before getting back on the bed.
But he doesn’t spread out his arms like before, so I do it for him.
Lifting his arm, I cuddle into his side, resting my head on his pec, and throwing my arm over his chest. Finally, he wraps his arm over my back and pulls me to him.
“Sorry,” Jasper whispers into the room.
“For what?” I ask.
“Running,” Jasper replies. “Spoiling our first time.”
“You’re fucking kidding, right? You just gave me the best sex of my life and then told me you love me. You have just given me two of my three goals in life.”
“Two?” Jasper questions. “What do I need to do to give you the third?”
“Be there when I’m crowned world champion,” I tell him.
“Otis.” And we are still chuckling as we drift off to sleep.
“Morning,” Jasper whispers gently in my ear.
“Morning.” And I stretch out in his arms. “What time is it?”
“It’s coming up to eleven.”
“Shit.” Sitting up in bed quickly results in tweaking my arse, and a slight frisson of pain travels up my body. A moan falls from my lips.
“Arse?” Jasper says, and I can hear the chuckle in his voice.
“Yes. And you shouldn’t enjoy your boyfriend’s discomfort so much,” I say, looking over my shoulder to him.
“Knowing that it was me that caused it, hell I’m already getting hard.”
“Jasper. Don’t. I’m already late,” I say to him, and try to shuffle away from him, but he grabs hold of me, pulls me back and rolls over so that his body is covering mine. Then grinds his dick into mine.
“You’re not late,” Jasper says as he places soft kisses on my jawline.
“Yeah, I am. Like two hours and we missed breakfast.”
Jasper rolls off of me, pulling me with him so that we’re both on our sides looking at each other.
“David is covering for us,” Jasper states.
“What?” How the hell, or maybe the question I should be asking is why the hell is David covering for us?