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)
It was Jasper who kept his head about him, who pulled off and shoved to his feet. “I need ya to fuck me. I want your cum and your fingers inside me all night.”
“Yes, fuck yes.”
I pulled him down to the bed. Jasper immediately rolled onto his stomach, legs spread. I settled between his thighs, my cock jutting out hard and throbbing. When I massaged his firm ass cheeks, he groaned, opened up for me more, his body going lax. “Tell me how much you love it. Tell me how much you love it when I play with your ass.”
I didn’t know why, but it was one of the things that surprised me the most about this—about him. Maybe it was my own preconceived ideas on sex, pleasure, and masculinity. I hadn’t thought Jasper would ever let me near his ass, much less crave this the way he did.
“Love it. Want it. Need it. There ain’t nothin’ like it.” He pushed his hips up toward me, making his cheeks spread.
I leaned down, kissed one globe, then the other, before I let my tongue sneak out and tentatively lick his rim.
“Fuck!” Jasper cried out. “Do it again.”
So I did, over and over and over again, now with more pressure, softening him, eating him out like he was my favorite meal. I was ravenous for him.
I sucked on my finger, then probed him with it, watching his ring swallow it up, pull it in while I worked him, then licked him, trying to squeeze my tongue inside.
“Jesus, that’s good. You don’t even know. You’re gonna make me shoot all over the bed.”
My dick was leaking. I wanted inside him so bad. “You like that? You like my tongue in your hole?”
“Yes. Fuck yes.”
“Me too,” I replied, then dived in again, alternating between finger and tongue, fucking him until he was writhing.
“Give me your cock, Sutt. I need to feel owned by you.”
How could I deny him that? I grabbed the lube while Jasper pushed up onto his hands and knees.
“Is this okay?” he asked. “Want you to take me from behind.”
“I’ll take you any way I can have you.” And I would. Once we were both slicked up, I pressed my cockhead against him and eased in. “Christ, baby. You’re gonna kill me. Your ass was made for my dick.”
He pushed back against me, and I forced myself to stay still. Jasper pulled back some, then pushed his hole farther down my cock, working himself with it, fucking himself, taking what he needed from my body, this thing I gave him that no one else ever would.
He was stretched out around me, swallowing me and easing off, faster, then slower, my body nearly about to explode from the pent-up energy bouncing around inside me.
“You like that, don’t you? Fucking yourself on me.”
“Yes, so much.”
I reached around him, fisting his prick and jerking him off while Jasper continued fucking himself on my dick. Both of us were breathing heavily, my heart banging at my chest like it was expecting a door to open and be let out. His ass was so hot, so puffy and tight around me, that my damn brains felt scrambled.
When his ass spasmed around me, his hole constricting while hot spurts of cum pulsed from his cock to slide between my fingers, gooey and slick, I let myself tumble over the cliff too, free-falling into my orgasm, his name ripping from my lungs. I thrust into him, filling him, emptying my balls in the hole that was made just for me, until we were both wrung dry.
Jasper collapsed onto his stomach, me on my side. Immediately, I pushed two fingers into his hole, though I knew it had to be tender. It throbbed around me, and damned if that wasn’t the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced.
“Best sex I ever had,” Jasper said breathlessly.
I kissed his shoulder. “Me too.”
We didn’t talk for a long while, the sound of our breathing and my fingers sliding in and out of his cummy hole lulling us both. Every now and again, I’d kiss his shoulder, lick the sweat from his skin.
Jasper said, “Next Friday, I wanna take you to Iris’s for dinner. Then afterward, we should head to the bar. Play some billiards, or I’ll kick your ass at darts or somethin’.”
I smiled into his neck. “Yeah?” It would be the first time we’d be doing something like that since this began. I knew we wouldn’t be going out as a couple, that no one would know, but right then, that wasn’t what mattered.
“Yep. And your fingers ain’t movin’.”
I laughed, pumping them in and out again. “You’re so bossy.”
“And you love it.”
“At least when it comes to being in your ass I do.”
He turned to face me, his head resting on his arms. “One time, when we were fifteen, we went to the beach with my folks, do you remember that?”