Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 81248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
I grab his hips and pull him up so he’s on his hands and knees.
He whimpers. “Come on … Please …”
I squeeze his ass harder this time. “Who’s in charge here?”
“You are.”
“I am. Now spread your legs for me.” I give him space as he shuffles his knees to the side, arching his back, and I almost laugh because the sight has me close to coming in my pants. “I’m going to feast on you.”
His whole body trembles. “Hell yes.”
I coat my hand in more massage oil, then lean in and lightly flick my tongue over his hole. His breath hitches, so I do it a few more times, completely in tune with his reactions, reading what he needs.
I don’t give him warning before I close my mouth over him and wrap my hand lightly around his cock. He’s already leaking like crazy, coating my leather couch in precum, and I’m high at being the one to make him feel this good.
My own dick is aching, but this isn’t about me. I want to give this to West, to make him feel better and take him away from the world where all the responsibility is on his shoulders. All he needs to do tonight is lie there and relax. To let me take care of him.
My head gets a fuzzy tinge at how much I love that idea.
His ass is a wet mess as I rub my tongue over his opening, gently working it inside. The raw taste of him is addictive, and my grip on his shaft tightens with every stroke.
West pushes back into me, limbs shaking, one of my cushions tight in the crook of his arm. His ass relaxes enough that I’m able to start fucking him with my tongue as I jerk him off with purpose. I need him to come, because the thought of a do-over has been plaguing me, and I don’t have much longer left in me. I bring my free hand up to cup his tight balls.
“Yes …” West moans. He thrusts into my fist two more times before his cock starts to twitch, and his warm sticky cum hits my hand. His arms give out from under him, and his chest hits the couch.
Releasing his balls, I push my sweats down and pull away, ignoring the spit drying on my face. I don’t say anything, and West doesn’t move as I grab his ass with one hand and start to stroke myself with the other.
He blindly tries to reach behind him. “Let me …”
“You don’t need to. Seeing you boneless, hearing the way you’re trying to catch your breath—fuck.” It sets me off. I aim my cock at his ass as tingles race from my spine to my balls, and I start to unload. I paint his skin with my cum, and when I’m done, I gather my breath, then lean over him and press a kiss to the back of his neck.
“Did I succeed?” I ask.
Small chuckles knock his back against my chest. “Is that professor speak for ‘was I good?’”
“I think your mess on my couch proves I was good, but did I help get you out of your head?”
He hums gently, eyes falling closed. “Yeah, Jasper. That was exactly what I needed.”
17
Westly
I’m so wrung out, all my problems aren’t so mountainous anymore.
“Come to bed,” Jasper murmurs.
“I want to,” I mumble and go to stand. “But I should get home.” Except when I try to find my feet, my head spins.
“Just for a little bit. Then I’ll drive you home so you don’t have to walk.”
My body is fluid, and I’m practically a rag doll. Jasper guides me into his bedroom and helps me to bed, sliding under the covers next to me. He’s ditched his clothes somewhere along the way, and we find each other in the dark.
Skin on skin, I promise myself five minutes. That’s my last thought before the light shade of dawn filters in through Jasper’s window.
Fuck!
He’s dead to the world as I slip out of bed and find my clothes in his living room. I’m still covered in cum, both mine and his, but I wasn’t supposed to spend the night. I just needed to get out for a while.
What if there was a fire? What if—
“Hey, are you okay?” Jasper’s sleepy voice comes from behind me.
I shake my head. “I messed up. I shouldn’t have come here. We shouldn’t have—”
“West, breathe. It’s okay. Let’s get you home.”
We dress quickly and jump in Jasper’s car.
“I’m sorry,” Jasper says as we pull into my street. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
“It’s not your fault. I should’ve known I’d fall asleep after coming so hard.”
The house is undisturbed and still when we pull up. I go to get out when Jasper grabs my hand.
“We’re cool?”
“We are. I just … I need to go.”