Chapter 19 #3
I nearly bust from the insinuation alone. “You’re sure? I’m negative too.”
“I’m sure.” Jasper presses his ass into my groin. “Please. I need you.”
A growl rips from my chest as I stroke myself. Leaning forward, I press my lips to his back, peppering kisses all over as he groans. “We need lube,” I murmur against his skin. “Tell me you got some of that, at least.”
His head drops forward. “Goddamnit.”
“You’re killing me, Smith.”
Then, as if an idea hits him, Jasper opens the cabinet next to us and pulls out the last thing I expected to see right now: Coconut oil. “Use this.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes,” he says impatiently as he twists open the top. “I’ve heard it works great for this.”
I don’t bother questioning him because all I can focus on is getting inside him as quickly as possible.
Taking the container, I dip my finger inside and coat it before sliding it through his crease.
Jasper tenses as the pad of my finger circles his hole, and groans once I push past the tight muscle.
His ass feels incredible squeezing my finger, and I already know it’s going to feel even better wrapped around my cock.
One digit quickly turns into two as I get him ready for me.
I’m dying to be inside him, but I’m not willing to hurt him in the process.
Once I’m sure he’s good, I coat my length with a generous amount of the coconut oil.
With one hand gripping his shoulder and the other spreading his ass, I line myself up and slowly ease my way in.
We share a deep, throaty groan as his channel sucks me deeper, like his body can’t stand the idea of waiting any longer.
My eyes roll back as soon as I’m all the way in.
Jasper feels like heaven wrapped around me.
I give him a second to adjust, but he doesn’t seem to need it as he greedily reaches behind himself and squeezes my hip, silently begging for me to continue.
Nothing about this is soft or gentle or meant to last. My hips rock, my cock sinking into him again, hard enough to make him cry out. Holding on to the edge of the counter, he matches me thrust for thrust.
“Fuck.” His head drops back. “Fuck… Chesney… You feel so good.”
Hearing his out-of-breath words and feeling his hole clench around me impossibly tight nearly does me in. His voice is full of gravel, giving away how far gone he is. But what he doesn’t know is that I’m right there with him.
My hands find purchase on his hips, fingers digging into his flesh. Sweat covers my body as the sound of slick skin slapping together fills my ears. Jasper feels good. Too good. I’m falling apart and I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on.
“Stroke yourself,” I say through gritted teeth as pressure builds through my groin.
His hand disappears between him and the counter, and he lets out a broken moan when he’s suddenly getting it from both ends.
His ass contracts around my cock, and it doesn’t take long before he cries out, his release crashing into him only seconds before mine hits me.
It’s intense, taking over my entire body.
I feel it in my head, all the way down to my toes.
Jasper collapses against the counter, both of us fighting to catch our breath as I pull myself out.
Cum drips out of his hole, and it’s a sight I’ll remember forever.
Reaching down, I use my thumb to push my seed back inside, my cock twitching all over again.
For a moment, neither of us moves. Eventually, we pull apart and get dressed, the air in the room tense, but not in a bad way.
“Now I’m really hungry,” Jasper mutters once he pulls his shirt over his head.
I can’t help but laugh. “That makes two of us.”
Together, we sit at the bar and eat the leftovers he heated up for us.
It’s quiet, but comfortable. But I can’t stay here all night.
It’s not a good idea. Before I know it, my brain will probably revert to overthinking everything, and what we just shared was too good for my brain to ruin while I’m next to him.
“Thanks for this,” I say, holding up my empty plate before setting it in the sink. “It was great.”
Jasper smirks. “Thanks for the dick. It was also really good.”
“Yeah, it was.” I shake my head and breathe out a small laugh. “I’m gonna head home, otherwise I’ll probably sleep through my alarm.”
He snorts. “Yeah, me too. It’s way past our bedtimes.”
For a long beat, we don’t say anything. We don’t need to. It feels like we’re in our own little bubble right now. Like nothing can reach us. I wish I could stay here a little longer, but I shouldn’t.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I say.
Jasper holds my gaze, and I can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking about. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Then I walk out of his house and climb into my truck, despite my body begging me to stay. Luckily, I’m able to fall asleep before my brain gets the better of me, and I sleep better than I have in a hell of a long time. My head is surprisingly quiet, and I know it has everything to do with Jasper.
If only it could stay that way.