Prologue #2
I can’t believe this is happening to me right now. I can’t believe Jasper—perfect fucking Jasper—has me pressed to his door, sliding his tongue into my mouth like he might die if he doesn’t.
I give back as good as I’m getting, tangling my tongue with his, sliding my fingers into his white-gray hair, and tugging hard. Fuck.
“More,” I rasp against his lips.
I never thought this could happen. Never thought he’d want me this way. But now I’m frantic. Desperate. My dick is pulsing with each beat of my heart, my stomach twisting with want.
If all I get is a night, I want to make the most of it.
Pulling me away from the door, Jasper grips my ass in one big hand, then wraps the other around my waist.
He’s walking, carrying me through the living room. His mouth doesn’t leave mine. Not even for a second. My leg glances off a wall, Jasper’s shoulder slams into the other, and even still, he doesn’t slow down or stop kissing me.
I’ve gotta be dreaming. No way this is actually happening.
“Arlo,” he breathes against my mouth. “Arlo, Arlo, Arlo.”
The lust-drunk way he’s saying my name forces a moan from my lips. I guess I’m not dreaming after all. He never sounds that hot in my dreams. That real.
We shift, and then I’m being laid across a soft bed, and Jasper is crawling over me, settling his weight on my body.
“What do you want?” he asks softly. “You can have anything. I’ll give you anything.”
Fuck. Anything? He can’t mean that. “I want to suck you off.”
He rolls onto his back, and the sound of his zipper startles me. “Go right ahead, sweetheart.”
He’s really gonna let me do whatever I want? By the time I sit up and look down at him, he’s shimmying out of his pants. His cock is hard, glistening at the tip with pre-cum.
“Wait.”
He stops, looking up at me with wide eyes. “Yeah? You okay?”
I nod slowly, staring at his cock. “Anything I want?”
“Anything, Arlo.”
“Will you fuck me after?”
He laughs. “I’m old, sweetheart. I only get so much stamina.”
“Okay, then I want to be fucked.”
If this is my only chance, I want it all. I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t get to feel him inside me, stretching me open and making me writhe on him.
Rolling me onto my back, Jasper hovers over me. “Are you sure?”
“Positive. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I know it doesn’t mean anything. I won’t get attached. I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”
Something about that makes him frown. “Arlo…”
“Please,” I say softly. “Please.”
He studies me for a second, indecision flashing in his eyes. I hold my breath, waiting to see what he’s going to say. Finally, fucking finally, he nods. His lips find mine again, but only for a second.
“Let’s get you undressed.”
I nod frantically.
Jasper sits up, then whips his shirt over his head before unfastening my jeans and pulling them down, along with my briefs.
I lift my hips to help him, grinning when he tosses them to the side.
He brushes a huge hand up my thigh, staring at where he’s touching me.
His lips are parted, eyes dark, and pupils dilated.
“You are so fucking stunning. God, I can’t believe this. ”
Well, that makes two of us.
I help him get my shirt off, and then I’m bare in front of him.
My cock is pulsing, my stomach coiled tight with arousal at the way he’s slowly taking me in. I don’t have a lot going for me, but I’ve got this, and I know it.
Jasper slides a hand up my body, cupping my balls and stroking my hard cock, before letting it go and dragging his warm palm over my stomach and up to my chest.
When he tweaks my nipples, I gasp, arching into his touch.
“So responsive,” he murmurs, almost like he’s surprised.
“Please,” I gasp, my eyelids fluttering shut. I don’t want to rush it, but I also can’t wait much longer. I’ve wanted this—him—for so long. Almost since the first time I met him. It’s unbearable sometimes—how much I want him.
He shifts, and my eyes fly open. Reaching into his nightstand, he pulls out a bottle of lube and a packet of condoms. I nearly pout. I don’t want him to use a condom, but I know that’s pretty damn stupid of me.
“What’s that face?” he asks with a slight grin.
“I don’t want to use a condom.”
His eyebrows shoot up, and he pauses, looking at the condom in his hand. “I have my test results from my last physical in my email. I haven’t been with anyone since.”
My stomach flips, my heart jumping into my throat. “Are you serious?”
“Do you have anything like that?”
I nod, then gesture. “My jeans. Phone. My phone. In my jeans.”
Jasper climbs off the bed, grabbing my phone out of my pocket before handing it to me. I sit up, going into my email. “I got tested before I moved here.” It was necessary after I found out my boyfriend was cheating on me. “I haven’t been with anyone since.”
I turn my phone, showing Jasper the email, and he does the same for me.
After we put our phones down, we just stare at each other for a second.
“Wow,” he murmurs. “I can’t believe my night turned out like this.”
“Yeah,” I breathe, shifting on the bed as my dick dribbles pre-cum.
His eyes dart down. “Oh, this is gonna be so fun, sweetheart.”
He pushes me backward, then crawls over me again, dropping his lips to mine. Despite how frantic I feel, his kisses are slow and measured, not frenzied like earlier. When he breaks away with a deep breath, I can feel his smile. “I’m gonna take such good care of you.”
I groan. Fuck, that sounds so good. It’s been so, so long since I’ve been taken care of. Since I’ve allowed myself to admit that I need that. And even though he doesn’t mean it in the same way as me, it still sends shivers down my spine.
Warm lips settle on my collarbone, then shift to my throat. Jasper presses kiss after kiss into my skin, and by the time he’s kneeling between my legs, sucking a bruise into my hipbone, I’m almost delirious with how much I want him.
“Please,” I gasp out, tangling my fingers in his hair.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispers. “Every inch of you. So pretty.” He kisses my hipbone, over the spot he left a hickey. “So soft.” His lips coast down to the crease of my thigh. “So sweet.” He buries his face in my trimmed pubes and inhales deeply. “All mine.”
His words send an electric jolt down my spine.
“At least for tonight,” he adds.
Right. For tonight. For tonight. I need to remember that. Because even if he wanted more. I can’t. I don’t. I have bigger things to worry about. More important things. Salem and Nora flash through my mind before I shove them away. I deserve one night without stressing about them.
“What’s wrong?” Jasper asks.
“Nothing,” I say quickly. “Come on. Please.”
The lube cap opens, and I moan. Yes, that. I want that.
Cool, slick fingers press against my hole. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I groan, shifting my hips restlessly, trying to get him to put them in me.
He does, finally.
He stretches me quickly, which is for the best considering how close I am to coming. “I can’t wait to be inside you,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “You have no idea how much I want you.”
I whimper, rocking on his fingers. He pulls them out quickly, then his weight is pushing me into the mattress, and his cock is notched against my hole.
His breathing is ragged by my ear. “Ready?” he whispers.
“I’m ready.”
His lips settle on mine as he pushes forward, my body sucking him in like it was made for him.
He’s slow and gentle. Much slower and gentler than I expected. When he bottoms out, he pauses. He kisses my bottom lip and then my top one before slotting his lips over mine again as he starts rocking his hips.
I gasp into his mouth. He doesn’t go faster. He just rocks into me gently as he kisses me like we have all the time in the world. It’s unnerving. And unbearable. And fucking everything. Dangerous. It’s dangerous.
“Harder,” I grit out.
“No.” He swipes my bottom lip with his tongue. “I’m gonna take my time with you if this is all I get.”
My stomach sinks even though I know he’s right. I relax into the mattress, closing my eyes as I focus on the way his cock feels inside me. All I have to do is enjoy it. He can do whatever he wants to me. Just this once. I can only do this just this once.
I better make the most of it.