Chapter 9
Arlo
“So…” I start, watching as Jasper finishes up in what will be Salem’s bedroom. I’m so fucking relieved that he’s here. That he forgave me. That he’s willing to stay with me. “What are we?”
Jasper raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
“Like—” I wave a hand through the air. “Are we boyfriends?”
“I like to think we’re soulmates, but yeah, boyfriends works for me. Why do you ask?”
I grin at him. “Just wondering if I’m allowed to say that I’m turned on right now, watching my boyfriend be all competent and shit.”
Laughing, Jasper shakes his head. “What about this is turning you on, baby boy?”
Is he serious? “You’ve got Competent Daddy going on right now.”
His eyebrows nearly shoot to his hairline as he laughs harder. “Is that right?”
I shrug. “Pretty much.”
I can’t believe the way things have changed in the last three days. After our talk, I stayed the night with Jasper. It was the best sleep of my life. Obviously, I’d slept with him before, but something about it felt different.
He was truly mine. With nothing between us.
None of my lies or my secrets. Just us. My stomach flutters just thinking about it.
As much as I hate to admit it, Theo was right.
Not only did Jasper not balk or run, he just…
jumped right in. He helped me finish setting up the house, and now he’s doing a quick check of everything to make sure there’s nothing safety-wise that Maryanne might flag.
It’s probably a little overkill, but I appreciate it nonetheless. And well… Like I said, it is hot. Really hot, actually.
I stick my lower lip out in a pout. “I can’t help it that you’re hot.”
Jasper pulls his tester out of the outlet, then shoots me another smile. He’s so… free now. He just seems so fucking happy. I am too. Even though I’m a little afraid to be.
Standing up, he makes his way across the room to me. “I’m glad you appreciate what you see.”
Tilting my head back, I purse my lips for a kiss. Jasper doesn’t make me wait. He closes the distance between us and kisses me.
His tongue sweeps past my lips, then he wraps an arm around my waist and lifts me. I hook my legs around his hips, gasping against his lips. “Even the way you lift me is hot.”
“You’re easily impressed,” Jasper says, lips curling into a grin against mine.
“You’re so happy,” I blurt out, pulling back so I can look at him.
He searches my face. “Of course I am. Not being allowed to love you was… devastating, Arlo. Now I get to. Openly. Fully.”
My heart flutters. “And I get to love you.”
“And you get to love me,” he echoes, his voice almost disbelieving.
“I’m sorry I made you wait so long.”
He shakes his head. “Don’t apologize, Arlo. Everything had to happen for a reason. But… have you talked to anyone yet? About us? About the kids?”
I nod slowly. “Theo. I told him about the kids… and you. He’s the reason I had the courage to talk to you.”
Letting his eyes fall shut, he breathes in deeply. “I owe Theo a beer. Or dinner. Or a million bucks. Something.”
That makes me laugh. “When can we tell everyone else?”
Jasper brushes his nose against mine. “Well, as for the kids… Whenever you’re comfortable, but probably soon since I know you’re gonna kick ass at your home visit tomorrow. As for us? Anytime. Yesterday. Right now. Let’s call them.”
“How about for right now, you fuck me on my…” I glance around, then laugh. “My pullout couch.”
Jasper carries me out of the bedroom and into the living room. “You joke, baby boy, but I’ll fuck you anywhere, anytime.”
He sits down on the couch, and I adjust, straddling him fully and pressing my hard cock against his stomach. Trailing his hand from my chest down, he reaches between us, cupping me in his palm.
“Ready as always.”
I roll my eyes. “I told you I was turned on.”
Jasper hums, leaning forward to drag his nose along my throat and inhaling deeply. “You did indeed, baby boy. What am I gonna do with you, huh?”
Grinding against him, I gasp. “I guess anything you want.”
His warm lips brush along my pulse point, then he presses open-mouthed kisses along my throat. “Anything I want?”
I let my head fall to the side, giving him better access. “Anything.”
Jasper wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me flush against his body. “And if I want to fuck you like this? With you in my lap? Will you ride my cock, baby boy?”
A whimper echoes in my throat. “I said anything.”
Sliding his hands under me, he kneads my ass. “Go get lube, baby boy. Come back to me naked.”
I scramble out of his lap. I haven’t unpacked everything yet, but the lube is under the bathroom sink.
I’m not sure it’s the best place for it.
In all honesty, I probably shouldn’t have it in there.
Who knows if the kids will find it? That would be awful.
Never mind the fact that I likely won’t be having much sex when they’re here.
Maybe I’ll be able to sneak off to Jasper’s house during the school day.
I’ll have a couple of hours between them leaving and work starting.
I strip out of my clothes in the middle of the bathroom, giving my cock a long, slow stroke before leaning down and grabbing the lube.
By the time I make it back into the living room, Jasper is naked. I stop in the doorway, eyes glued to him. His legs are spread, cock hard and curving toward his stomach, his eyes already locked on me like he was staring at the doorway, just waiting for me to appear.
“You’re staring,” I say, watching him from the doorway.
He strokes his cock, his eyes burning into mine, and my own throbs between my legs. “You’d be staring too if you had my view.”
I mean, I have my own view, and to be fair, I am staring. Jasper strokes his cock again, and without thought, my feet carry me to him.
He moves his hand away from his cock, then pats his thigh. “Up, baby boy.”
Handing him the lube, I crawl into his lap. The rough hair of his legs tickles the backs of my thighs, and my cock brushes his. I nearly groan, my eyes fluttering.
Jasper smirks. He knows exactly what he does to me. But I also know I get to him too, so I lean forward, trapping our cocks together between us, and press my lips to his.
As soon as our mouths connect, he groans, gripping my ass cheek as he slips his tongue past my lips. We haven’t done nearly enough kissing, I’m finding. I mean, in all reality, we’ve done plenty. But it never seems to be enough. It never seems to fill my need for him.
I should have known this would never stay a friends-with-benefits thing. My need for him is too big, my desire to be his too overwhelming. It’s even bigger than my belief that I don’t deserve him. I don’t think I could survive without Jasper Tate.
My hips move, my cock dragging over Jasper’s. It’s dry and just this side of painful, and Jasper must have the same thought because he pushes me back gently, then pops the cap on the lube, squeezing it over our cocks.
I gasp at the shock of cold as Jasper pulls me back to him, sealing our lips together again.
This time when I grind against him, the lube eases the movement, and the way our cocks are sliding over each other has me nearly mindless.
Jasper uses his grip on my ass to help me along, moaning when I rock my hips and our heads catch against each other.
“That’s it, baby boy,” he murmurs.
His fingers creep closer to my hole, and I shudder in anticipation. A dry fingertip brushes over my hole, and I jerk forward, rubbing myself against him harder.
“Lube,” I gasp. “I want you inside me.”
Jasper groans, fumbling for the lube. His hand disappears from my ass, then the lube is being snapped open. Seconds later, a cool, wet finger is being pressed to my hole.
“You’re gonna ride my fingers, baby boy. Then you’re gonna ride my cock, and we’re not stopping until you’re covering me in your cum and that sweet little hole has milked me dry, yes?”
I groan, shuddering hard. “Yeah, yes. Please?”
Jasper doesn’t move, and I’m starting to get impatient when he huffs a laugh. “I told you, baby boy. You’re gonna ride my fingers. Go ahead.”
His meaning hits me, and I choke out a moan, my already overheated body breaking out in a sheen of sweat. “Fuck,” I gasp, pressing backward and down on his finger.
It’s not enough, and after a couple of seconds, I’m begging for more. “Give me two or even three. I can take it. I can take you. Please, Jasper. Please.”
A second finger joins the first. “You don’t have to beg, baby boy. I’ll give you what you need.”
I roll my hips, trying to get his fingertips to hit my prostate. And when I get it right, I jolt in his arms, my body tingling. “Ungh. That’s… fuck.”
My head falls forward, my forehead pressing against his shoulder. My cock drags over his as I rock on his fingers. The stretch intensifies, and I realize he’s added a third finger.
A loud moan tears from my throat, and I’m pretty sure I’m leaking against his cock and his stomach with each thrust.
I need his cock. I need him deep inside of me. Like I’ve never needed anything before.
I raise up enough that his fingers slip out of me. My hole pulses, contracting around nothing as I grind into him. “Fuck. Your cock,” I rasp.
Jasper grips my ass, lifting me just enough that he can line his cock up with my hole. I sink down on him quickly, greedy for it. Dying for it, really. We let out simultaneous moans when my ass hits his thighs and he’s buried deep.
I shift a little, adjusting to his size. His fingers were great, and I’m plenty stretched, but it’s always a bit of a shock when I first take him all the way in.
Bracing my hands on his shoulders, I lift myself up, then drop back down again. Jasper’s breath catches, and I moan, then do it again.
I wrap my arms around his neck and lean forward, making it easier on myself. I can’t take him as deep this way, but I can grind against his stomach. And I can kiss him. And with his cock buried deep inside me, that’s exactly what I do.
His lips part under mine, and I sweep my tongue past them. It seems he’s content to let me control it all. I move my lips over his slowly, rolling my hips in the same slow way.
This is the first time we’ve had sex since we told each other we loved one another, and for some reason it’s so much better. It feels so real. And perfect.
We’re at my house. He knows my secrets. We love each other.
I break the kiss with a gasp, resting my forehead against his. “I love you.”
Jasper’s hands come up to grip my hips. He doesn’t control my movements, just holds me. “I love you too, baby boy.”
With each rock of my hips, more and more sensation explodes through me. My cock leaks a path across Jasper’s stomach with each movement and shift. It’s unreal.
I want to come. I’m dying for it.
Picking up my pace, I slam my mouth back onto Jasper’s, tangling my fingers in his hair.
He groans into our kiss, his hips shifting restlessly under mine.
It’s hot. He wanted me to be in control.
He wanted me to be the one to make us come, but he’s so into it—into me—that he can’t seem to help himself.
I don’t want him to. There’s nothing hotter than an undone Jasper, and I want to spend the rest of my life undoing him just like this.
Breaking our kiss, I barely resist the urge to smirk. I gasp against his lips, then shift so I can whisper in his ear. “Are you gonna come for me, baby?”
His hips stutter, his breath leaving him in a quick rush.
“Do I feel good? Do you like being buried inside your baby boy?”
His fingers flex against my skin, his head falling backward against the back of the couch. “Fuck. You know I do.”
My stomach clenches, my cock jerking hard, spilling pre-cum on his stomach. I thrust faster, shifting until Jasper’s cock is hitting my prostate with every roll of my hips.
I groan almost helplessly, my hips losing their rhythm and my legs going weak and noodly as I get closer and closer. I’m not sure I can keep going on my own. “Jasper,” I breathe, and even I can hear the whiny tone of my voice.
He knows what I want without me even having to ask, and he uses his grip to help me, moving my body up and down on his cock like I’m a fucktoy. I drop my chest against his, my body going slack.
I let out a breathless groan each time he bottoms out inside of me. My cock rubbing against his stomach and the way he’s brushing my prostate has my body tensing, tightening and arching as I climb higher and higher.
“Please,” I gasp, my fingers flexing in his hair. “Oh, please—I… I need—please.”
“Fuck,” he chokes out, the word ending on a low moan as he slams his hips up, driving his cock deep into me.
Heat explodes at the base of my spine, my hole contracting around him as my cock jerks, ropes of cum soaking the space between us. I shimmy and rock against him, trying to drag out the pleasure as he loses control and slams into me over and over.
His cum leaks out of me, and the sounds it makes are obscene as he fucks me roughly through his orgasm.
Jasper stills, his mostly still-hard cock buried deep inside of me, and runs a hand up my back to cup my nape.
He slides his fingers into my hair, using his grip to pull me to his mouth. I kiss him slowly, parting my lips so he can take what he wants.
“Fuck, baby boy. That was so good. You’re so perfect.”
I rest my head against his shoulder, soaking in his warmth as he plays with my hair. Sighing, I melt into it. “I want you to meet the kids early on.”
Jasper pauses for a moment. “Really?”
I nod. “Yeah, I think it makes the most sense. Once I get them settled, will you come over?”
“Of course.” Jasper presses a kiss to my sweaty temple. “As long as you’re sure.”
“You’re mine,” I say simply. “I want you to meet them. As long as you’re sure. I know you handled it all well, but I really am kind of springing two kids on you.”
With another kiss to my temple, Jasper sighs. “I want to meet them as soon as you’re ready. So you just say the word, baby boy. I’ll be here with bells on. I can’t wait to meet them.”
My stomach flips. “Okay,” I whisper.
I close my eyes, relaxing deeper into Jasper’s embrace, and it’s not long before I’m dozing in his arms while he plays with my hair.
The second Maryanne pulls out of the driveway, I call Salem.
He answers on the third ring. “Hey, Arlo.”
“I’m coming to get you and Nora in two days,” I blurt out.
There’s silence for a second, and then, “Really?”
I nod frantically, even though he can’t see me. “Yes, really. I just got the all-clear from Maryanne.”
“What time?” Salem asks, excitement rising in his voice.
“I’ll be driving in tomorrow night and getting a hotel. Maryanne is going to pick Nora up and then you, and I’m meeting you all at her office at noon.”
“Arlo,” Salem says, his voice cracking a little.
“It’s okay, kid,” I whisper, my throat aching. “We’ll all be together again soon, okay?”
It took me far longer than I wanted it to. It was harder than I thought it would be. But it’s worth it. I get the kids and Jasper. I get to have everything.
How fucking lucky am I?