Chapter 30
Jasper
Arlo took the kids to school by himself this morning. We had a great weekend. Or at least, it seemed like it. Salem was a little snarky, but being at the farm really did seem to help him. He wants to go back, and Hunter even talked to us about offering him a summer job since he’ll be sixteen.
I think it’ll be good for him.
It’s hard to watch him struggle. It’s hard to watch Arlo struggle. They love each other fiercely, but I’m not sure either of them knows how to handle their new dynamic.
I push away from the counter, dumping the last bit of my coffee down the drain before rinsing my cup and putting it in the dishwasher.
A knock at the door surprises me. Who in the hell is coming by this early? I know damn well Austin isn’t out and about on a day off.
I peek outside, and a smile spreads across my face when I see that the only other vehicle out there is Arlo’s. Instantly, I know what he’s doing.
Opening the door, I come face to face with the love of my life. “Arlo.”
His lips twitch in the start of a smile, but he manages to hold it back. “Can I come in?”
I step back, gesturing to him.
He’s careful to avoid touching me as he steps into the house. He takes a look around like he doesn’t live here, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.
He walks toward our bedroom, and I watch him as he grips the hem of his shirt, then pulls it over his head, leaving it on the floor where it falls. His jeans are next, slipping down and exposing his ass as he clears the bedroom door.
Shaking my head with a laugh, I follow him into the bedroom. He’s standing naked in the middle of the room, waiting for me.
“You didn’t say hello to me.”
He grins. “I wanted to keep the same vibes as before.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhmm.” He groans. “Turns out, both times I’ve been stressed about Salem, so it’s funny how it’s basically the same but still different.”
“It is different now, huh?” I say, stepping closer to him. His chest rises and falls rapidly, his eyes falling to my swelling cock.
He’s so fucking gorgeous I just can’t help it. Hell, I don’t even want to.
“It is,” he whispers, his tongue coming out to swipe his lower lip as his pupils dilate.
When I’m close enough to touch him, I wrap my hand gently around his throat, pulling him toward me.
His sharp inhale makes heat flood my stomach. No one has ever made me feel the way he does. I don’t think that’ll ever change.
I dip my head, pressing my lips to his. Tightening my grip a little, I deepen the kiss, my cock jerking when he lets out a breathy moan.
When I break the kiss, he tries to follow me, chasing my mouth like he can’t live without it.
“What do you need, baby boy?” I ask, dragging my lips over his jaw.
“You,” he rasps. “I just need you.”
I steal another quick kiss, unable to resist. “On the bed.”
Arlo blinks up at me with soft eyes. “How do you want me?”
My sweet baby boy. “On your back. I want to look into those gorgeous eyes of yours while you’re coming on my cock.”
He groans, the sound echoing through the room.
I drag my thumb along the side of his throat, then let go of him. As soon as I do, he turns and climbs onto our bed, settling in the center. He’s spread out looking like an angel, his cock lying swollen against his lower stomach, and his eyes glued to me. “Are you gonna get undressed?”
Without a word, I lift my shirt over my head and toss it to the side. Arlo scans my body, his eyes greedily taking me in. “You like what you see, baby boy?”
His eyes snap to mine, then he rolls them. “Don’t ask dumb questions. You know I do.” He laughs. “Sometimes it feels like a dream. What do you mean that man I had a huge crush on ended up liking me too.”
I hook my fingers into the waistband of my sweats, then push them down my legs before stepping out of them. “It’s a little more than like. I’m actually pretty fucking in love with you.”
After climbing into the bed beside him, I place my hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart.
His throat bobs heavily. “Yeah, I’m pretty fucking in love with you too.”
Leaning in, I brush my nose over his. “My sweet, sweet Arlo.”
His heart thumps hard against my palm, a whiny noise echoing in his throat. “Yeah,” he breathes. “Yours.”
“Damn right you’re mine.”
I catch his lips in a soft kiss, licking at the seam of them until he opens for me. The last time Arlo came in like this, stripping his clothes off, he was on his stomach, his hands above his head.
I was drowning in the need I had for him.
Gasping for air with how badly I needed him and suffering from how little I got to have of him.
I don’t want that this time. I want to see him.
I want to watch his eyes. I want to take him slowly, make him writhe on my cock.
I want to drown in his eyes and not in my agony.
I want his hands on me. I want to touch him and be touched.
Arlo whimpers into my mouth, his back arching. “Please,” he whispers against my lips. “Please, Jasper.”
Doesn’t he know by now that I’ll give him literally anything he wants?
I kiss my way from his lips to his jaw, brushing them over his smooth skin.
Tilting his head back, I drag my lips down the column of his throat before sucking lightly on his Adam’s apple. He gasps, his hand coming up to tangle in my hair.
I’m surprised when he pushes on my chest, and I raise myself up, staring down at him.
“On your back,” he whispers, his lips turned up in a little grin.
I roll onto my back, and he straddles my waist. Gripping his hips, I blink at him. “What are you doing, baby boy?”
“I want to touch you.”
His eyes are half-lidded, and when he swipes his lower lip with his tongue, my stomach heats. “I’m all yours.”
He nods, then shimmies down my body a little before leaning down and kissing my chest, right over my heart. The gesture makes it beat faster, slamming against my rib cage.
Warm lips coast over my chest, and his tongue swipes my nipple before he draws it into his mouth. A groan explodes from me.
Releasing my nipple with a wet pop, Arlo drags his lips over my sternum, dropping open-mouthed kisses along my skin as he makes his way down.
My muscles contract under his touch, my cock jerking and leaking pre-cum onto my stomach.
He moves down further until he’s hovering over my cock, his bottom lip wet and swollen and his eyes trained on me. “Can I?”
I squeeze my eyes closed, the visual almost too much for me to handle. “Anything you want. I’m yours just as much as you are mine.”
He seems to like that because he thrusts his hips forward, grinding his cock against my leg.
In one motion, Arlo swallows me to the back of his throat. My hips jerk up of their own accord, a ragged gasp tearing from my throat. Arlo gags but recovers quickly, and I force my hips to still.
Locking his eyes with mine, Arlo bobs his head, dragging his tongue along the length of my cock and taking me deep, swallowing around the head of my cock when he does.
It’s intense. The way he’s sucking me off, sure, but also the eye contact. There’s nowhere to run. Nowhere to escape to. No hiding the way I feel about him.
Not that I want to.
He stares at me, and I stare at him, lost in a loop of pleasure as he takes me apart with his mouth. Spit is dripping down the sides of my cock, pooling at the base, and his lips are stretched obscenely around me.
Coming almost all the way off, he suckles the head of my cock, dipping his tongue into the slit, his eyes rolling backward.
“Fuck, baby boy.” I tangle my fingers in his hair, trying and mostly failing to keep my hips still. They’re taking on a mind of their own, jerking and pulsing upward as I fuck into his warm mouth. “If you keep that up, I’m gonna come down your throat.”
He moans around me, doubling down as he goes back to taking me deep.
“Baby boy,” I gasp, and he pauses, my cock pulsing against his tongue. “I don’t want to come down your throat.”
His eyebrows furrow, and he pulls off me. “What do you want, then?” His voice is wrecked, low and raspy.
My cock jerks, the head brushing his chin and bottom lip. He grins at me, his eyes lighting up. “I want to bury myself inside you.”
Sassy little shit that he is, his lips quirk up. “You are inside me.”
I shake my head, unable to fight a smile. “I want to come with you, baby boy. I want to feel you contracting around me while you paint me with your cum.”
Arlo scrambles up my body, all his sass falling away at once.
“I want you on top,” he breathes against my lips before slamming his mouth down on mine.
Flipping him onto his back, I settle all my weight on him, pressing him into the mattress.
“Kiss me, baby boy,” I whisper into the space between us, and Arlo lifts his head, sealing his lips over mine again. I slide a hand under his head to support it and deepen the kiss, pushing my tongue past his full lips and tangling it with his.
He’s whimpering, shifting his hips and trying to rut against me. With my weight holding him down, he’s having a hard time, so I rock my hips into him, reveling in the moan that spills from his lips.
Turning his head, he breaks our kiss with a gasp. “I need you,” he rasps. “Please.”
Reaching into the nightstand, I grab the lube and pop the cap before raising off his body and pushing his leg back toward his chest.
Between the way he looks—all wide-eyed and flushed—and the ache in my balls from his blowjob, I need to move this along.
I’m burning for him from the inside out, and I know that he feels the same way.
“I’m gonna prep you fast, baby boy.”
I’m too keyed up for anything else. I need him like oxygen.
He nods, whimpers echoing in his throat.
I cover my fingers in lube, then press two to his hole. It pulses against my fingers, and when I start working them inside him, his body swallows them.
I’d swear he’s made for me, and this is further proof.
Arlo jerks and moans and shifts his hips restlessly, and when I press a third finger in alongside the other two, a loud keening cry tears from his throat.
“I’m ready,” he pants. “Please don’t make me wait anymore.”