Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Sutton massaged me, pleasured that spot deep in my ass that just might become my new best friend, while all the time teasing my cock with his tongue and his lips, making the most incredible chaos sweep me up and make me hope it never let me go.
My balls were tightening, drawing up, filled with the load begging to be set free. My whole body was shaking. I kept trying to fight it off because I didn’t want this to ever stop. I wanted to be here in this bed with Sutton, his finger in my ass and his mouth on my cock for all eternity.
“I’m gonna come. Fuck. I can’t hold back!”
Sutton pulled off, jerking my dick and rubbing my prostate as I spurted my release on my groin and up my chest, hot cum splashing on my skin.
My body liquefied into the mattress. Sutton pulled his finger out of me, then shot up to his knees, wrapped a hand around his cock, and jerked it. The muscles in his stomach tightened, his head dropped back, his dick hard and leaking, and I thought maybe this picture, him there above me, was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. He cried out as he came, his cum splattering on my stomach, joining mine, before he fell down on top of me, giving me the weight of him, which I learned I loved so much.
It should be weird, knowing his load was on me, but it wasn’t. I liked the thought of it there, wanted him to rub it into my skin so I smelled like him.
Sutton kissed my neck, my throat, thrust against me some, and I wanted… Christ, why did I want…? “Can you slick your finger up and put it in me again? Just for a minute.”
He leaned up, a look in his eyes I couldn’t read, but I knew it was good. “Yeah, Jasp. Anything.”
“I just like havin’ ya that close to me,” I admitted. I wanted to be connected to him that way.
“There ain’t a world in which I wouldn’t do everything in my power to stay inside you.” He lubed his finger, then rolled to his back. I went with him, on my stomach, one leg thrown over him. Sutton slipped his finger in my ass again, teasing, sliding it in and out.
I didn’t understand it, how he did this to me, how anyone could look at us and see anything wrong with it.
“I liked markin’ you up with my load. I can’t claim you in public, but I can claim you that way.” He let his finger drag almost all the way out of me before pushing it in deep again. “I like claimin’ ya this way too.”
I smiled into his chest. “I guess we’ll just have to keep doin’ it, then.”
Sutton chuckled. “I guess we will.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Sutton
We spent the next few weeks lost in each other, every moment we could—work or home, weekends hiking, exploring, making up any reason to be alone. When we were out of Ryland, or locked away in our house, we could be us—the together us, the us where we touched and cuddled and I could tell Jasper I loved him. When we were around others, though, it was a different story. We had to keep our distance, something we did even more now than we had before, afraid any touch would let people know what was going on behind closed doors. I had to admit, it was already harder than I thought it would be. Jasper was my whole damn world, and I wanted everyone to know it.
But whatever I had to go through to have him was worth it for every second we got to spend together: when we watched TV, all hugged up on each other; when we showered together; when we laughed and talked and Jasper said he loved me; when we came together, me rutting against him or with my fingers deep inside him, and the way Jasper always wanted me to keep them there, even after he came. There was nothing like him needing me that close, needing to be connected to me that way.
But today was his birthday, and we were on our way to Asheville, where we were spending the night at a house I’d rented. While it was only about an hour and a half from Ryland, it was like stepping into a different world in some ways. Not all, of course, because there were assholes everywhere, but Asheville was like this accepting bubble surrounded by areas where most people would think me and Jasp were wrong.
Well, at least that’s what I read online. I’d been there a hundred times before but had never looked at it from the perspective of a bisexual man who was in love with another man.