Chapter 5
5
Jasper
Once Malachi left, I had a difficult time falling asleep. All I could do was think about his mouth wrapped around my dick. My experience was limited to a few hand jobs, so I had never been on the receiving end of a blow job or given one before. And never in my wildest dreams had I expected to share my first experience with the guy I’d crushed on for years.
After I’d come down his throat, I was shocked when he didn’t allow me to reciprocate. I couldn’t wait until we were alone again, so I could do more than jerk him off. Although, I wasn’t going to complain about using my hands on him to make him feel good, like he had done for me.
When my alarm went off the next morning, I was exhausted, but I had to get up for school. As I got ready, I couldn’t stop staring at the moon tattoo on my wrist. I couldn’t believe Malachi had been willing to mark himself permanently to help put me at ease since I’d been nervous. Knowing we had matching tattoos meant something to me, but I knew better than to read too much into things. He’d already told me no one could find out about us.
It didn’t take me long to get dressed and head to school. The moment I stepped onto campus, my buddy AJ rushed over and pulled me aside.
“I need you to help me work on a poster to ask Daisy to winter formal,” he said, sounding out of breath.
Daisy was the girl my friend had wanted to ask out for months, but he hadn’t built up the courage to do it yet. And for some reason, everyone thought they needed to make some huge gesture just to get a date for a dance.
“Isn’t the dance almost two months away? Why are you so worried about it now?” I asked.
“Her friend, Alexandria, said she found the perfect dress but didn’t want to buy it before she had a date. I figured now might be a good time to ask her.”
I nodded. “Okay. I don’t know how much help I’ll be, but we can work on something after school.”
“Thanks, man. I owe you one.” The bell rang, and we began walking to our first class. “You should come with us. Xavier and Dominic were talking about us going as a group and renting a limo.”
“I probably won’t have a date, though.” There was only one person I wanted to take, but that wasn’t a possibility.
“Who cares? It’s senior year, and you shouldn’t miss out on anything.”
I shrugged. “I’ll think about it.”
“Nice tattoo by the way. Did you get that done yesterday?”
“Thanks,” I replied. “And yeah, it was a birthday gift from my brother.”
“What made you pick a moon?”
“I wasn’t sure what to get and thought it looked cool,” I lied because I couldn’t tell him what it really meant to me.
As I headed to my car at the end of the day, I received a text from Malachi:
Hey! Got any plans this afternoon?
I’m supposed to help a friend with a project. Why?
Well, I know Jesse’s at work and no one is going to be at my place. Thought you might want to come over
“What’s that smile for?” AJ asked as he suddenly appeared.
“Nothing. Someone just sent me a funny meme.” I shoved my phone into my pocket. “So, how long do you think it will take this afternoon?”
A part of me hoped it would be quick, but then I felt like a shitty friend for wanting to ditch AJ so I could see Malachi.
“Not long. Dominic gave me a good idea for the wording, so I just need your help with the decorating. Shouldn’t take more than an hour.”
“Okay. Are we hitting up the store first to get the shit you need?”
He nodded. “Yeah. Figured you could follow me and then we can head over to my house.”
“Sounds good.”
I got into my car and fired off a text to Malachi:
I’ll be over in about an hour
See you then
Once I was done helping AJ, I sped home, pulled into my driveway, and hurried to my room to drop off my backpack and freshen up a bit, before walking down the street to Malachi’s house. I barely managed to knock before the door flung open and I was pulled inside.
“Someone seems happy to see me,” I teased as he kicked the door closed behind us.
“Yeah, well, I was getting impatient.” He smiled and led me upstairs. “What were you doing, anyway?”
“My friend wanted help asking a girl to winter formal.”
We stepped inside his room, and he locked the door behind us. “Ah. I remember it being stressful coming up with a creative way to do that.”
I snorted. “Like you needed to do anything special. The ladies were practically tripping over themselves for you to notice them.”
He guided me to sit on his bed. “What can I say? The whole lead singer thing has its advantages.”
“You’re ridiculous.” I shook my head even though he wasn’t wrong. On several occasions, I had witnessed how much attention he got for being the front man of Surrender.
“So, you were helping your friend. Are you going too?” He placed his hand on my leg and began stroking my thigh.
Whenever he touched me, it became difficult to think, but I managed to answer him, anyway. “I’m not sure. My friends want to do a whole group thing.”
“You should go,” he said, leaning over and kissing my neck.
“We’ll see,” I replied breathlessly. “But there’s something else I’d rather be doing right now than talking about some school dance.”
He smirked. “And what’s that?”
I slid off the bed and crawled between his legs. “Last night, you gave me a birthday gift to remember, and now it’s my turn to give you something back.”
The next couple of months continued with Malachi and me sneaking around to meet up whenever we could. Unfortunately, it wasn’t as often as either of us would have liked.
While I was busy with school and my weekend job at the diner, Malachi and the band had completed their virtual audition for The Band Showdown and were playing as many gigs as possible.
Before I knew it, it was time for winter formal. As I finished getting ready, I took a selfie in the bathroom mirror and sent it to Malachi. His response came quickly.
Looking good. Now I’m worried about other guys hitting on you tonight
Thanks. But there’s no reason to be worried. I’ve got my hands full with you
You got that right
A row of smirking emojis followed his text, and I couldn’t help but laugh. The guy was cocky, but honestly, he had every right to be.
I tucked my phone into the pocket of my dress pants and went to the living room, where my parents were waiting to take a few pictures of me.
“Ah, sweetie, you look great.” My mother clasped her hands together and smiled.
“Thanks, Mom.” I hugged her and then moved in front of the fireplace so Dad could snap photos.
Once they were done, I headed out to my car and drove to AJ’s house, where our group was meeting up.
It took an hour to get through another round of parents taking pictures, and then we were on our way to the hotel where the dance was being held.
“Oh my god, this looks so cool,” Daisy squealed when we entered the ballroom.
The space was decorated in blue, silver, and white, making it look as though a snowstorm had blown through. A deejay was set up on the stage, playing some current hits as our classmates filled the dance floor.
“Let’s get something to drink, and then we can dance,” Xavier suggested, and we walked over to the tables with snacks, a hot chocolate station, and sodas on them.
I grabbed a can of Coke and turned to look at the crowd. It seemed like everyone was having a good time, and while I was happy to be hanging out with my friends, I couldn’t help but think I would have more fun if I was with Malachi.
“Drink up.” AJ bumped me with his shoulder. “We’re ready to dance.”
I downed my soda and then followed our group to the dance floor. I stayed out there as long as I could, but eventually, I needed a break and headed back to get another drink and a snack. As I reached for a cookie, I felt my phone vibrate. Slipping it out of my pocket, I looked at the screen and saw a message from Malachi:
Come meet me in room 932 when you’re done
I had to read the text several times before it sank in that he was at the hotel. At my winter formal. Asking me to join him in a room upstairs.
Not wanting to waste a single second, I rushed to the lobby and pressed the button for the elevator. While I waited, I texted AJ:
Not feeling well. I’m going to have a rideshare pick me up
The elevator doors slid open, and I stepped inside. I pressed the button for the ninth floor and leaned against the back wall as I tried to calm my racing heart.
I could only imagine one reason why someone would book a hotel room and ask the person they were messing around with on a regular basis to join them.
We hadn’t had sex yet, but I felt I was ready to take that step if that was what he wanted as well. Still, I was slightly nervous. If the rumors were true, Malachi had a decent amount of experience, and I didn’t want him to be disappointed.
Before I could get lost in my thoughts, my phone buzzed with another notification.
AJ: That sucks. Do you want me to wait with you?
Nah. The car is a few minutes away
I hated lying to my friend, but I couldn’t tell him that the guy I was secretly dating had surprised me by showing up tonight.
When the elevator reached the ninth floor, I walked off and followed the signs down the hallway that led to the room Malachi was waiting in. Lifting my hand, I knocked and waited for Malachi. When the door swung open, his eyes widened in surprise. “Hey. I wasn’t sure if you got my message. You didn’t respond.”
“That’s because I was in too much of a hurry to get up here.”
“I didn’t mean for you to leave the dance early. I just wanted you to know I was here whenever you were done.”
“Trust me, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” I placed my hands on the sides of his face and crushed my lips to his. He opened for me, and our tongues tangled together while I slipped my hands under his T-shirt, gliding over every ridge of his well-defined body.
When we broke apart to catch our breaths, he rested his forehead against mine. “You know, I didn’t invite you up here just to attack you the second you stepped inside.”
I quirked an eyebrow and grinned. “Are you sure about that? I don’t know anyone who would get a hotel room only to hang out.”
He chuckled. “True, but I promise there’s no pressure. I really did just want to spend time with you after your dance. You’re in control of whatever happens tonight.”
While I appreciated him taking into consideration what I was comfortable doing, I was more than ready to take the next step.
“I don’t want to wait any longer.”
He groaned and attacked my mouth again. “You look sexy as fuck, but you have too many clothes on.” He pushed my suit jacket down my arms.
While he worked the buttons on my dress shirt, I ripped his T-shirt over his head. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other as we moved toward the bed. I kicked off my shoes, pulling Malachi on top of me as I laid down. His lips burned a path down my neck, across my chest, and to the waistband of my pants.
Looking up at me, he smirked as he worked my fly and stripped me out of my slacks and boxers. Once I lay naked on the bed, a hint of nervousness washed over me as I anticipated his next move.
“Have you done this before?” he asked, massaging my inner thighs.
I shook my head. “You’re my first. What about you?” He gave me a look as though I had asked the most ridiculous question because he knew that I knew he wasn’t a virgin. “I mean with a guy.”
“Ah.” He moved down further between my spread legs. “No. I’ve never had sex with a guy before.”
“Really?” Based on how he took control when we messed around, I’d assumed he had his fair share of experience with men as well as women.
He nodded. “I haven’t done much with guys until you.”
The idea we were sharing our first experience filled me with happiness, and the nerves I had been feeling a moment ago faded away.
Malachi grasped the base of my dick and licked me from root to tip. My hips bucked, desperate for more.
“If you don’t like anything I do, I need you to let me know.”
I nodded.
“I need to hear your words, Jasper.”
My eyes met his. “Okay. I’ll tell you.”
Seemingly happy with my answer, he wrapped his lips around my crown and pumped my shaft with his fist. My fingers twisted in the sheets as I enjoyed the pleasure his hot mouth was giving me. Just as I felt myself on the edge of coming, he pulled off my cock and opened the duffle bag I hadn’t noticed on the bed. Digging around, he removed a condom, which he tossed next to me, then grabbed a bottle of lube, flipped the cap open, and poured a generous amount onto his fingers. He pushed my legs further apart with his other hand and engulfed my cock once more.
One of his cool, wet digits began tracing my rim, and a low groan escaped my lips.
“Has anyone ever touched you here?” he asked.
“I’ve done it myself a few times when jerking off, but no one else has,” I admitted.
“The thought of you fingering your ass while stroking your dick is fucking hot.” He slowly pressed the tip of his finger inside me while swirling his tongue over my shaft like a popsicle. He added another digit, scissoring them a bit to stretch my hole.
“Give me more, please,” I begged.
He pushed in a third, and the slight burn had me squirming against him.
“Just breathe. I’ll go slow.”
I let out a breath like he instructed. “Okay.”
He took his time pumping in and out of me, and my body melted into his touch.
“God, I want to fuck you so bad.”
“Then do it,” I urged.
He slid off the bed, stepped out of his sweats, then crawled back between my legs. He sat back on his heels, ripped open the foil packet, and rolled the condom down his considerable length. I watched as he coated himself in the slick gel before he hooked his arms under my legs and lined himself up with my needy asshole.
As he eased his dick inside me, my eyes slammed shut. He gave me a moment to adjust to the new sensation, then leaned down and brushed my lips with his. “You’re squeezing the hell out of my dick. It feels so fucking good. Tell me when you’re ready for me to move.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him once more before I said, “Go ahead. I’m ready.”
He rocked into me with long, slow strokes. Once I allowed myself to relax, it didn’t take long for the discomfort to morph into pleasure. My knees fell open, allowing him to go even deeper; all the while his lips never left mine, his tongue plunging into my mouth.
When he pulled back, he wrapped his hand around my dick and pumped it in time with his thrusts. “Watching you take my cock is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Shit, that feels so good,” I moaned. My release continued building, and with a few more jerks, I came all over his fist and my stomach.
He groaned and picked up the pace. “Fuck, I’m going to come too.” He pounded into me two more times, then stilled as he spilled into the condom.
He hovered over me and captured my mouth in another kiss. “That was fucking amazing.”
At that moment, I knew I was falling in love with Malachi Danvers.