Jasper didn’t hesitate. He wrapped his arms around my waist, tipped up on his toes, and kissed me, firm and sure.
“What’s that for?” I asked, though my hand had already found his back.
“I don’t want anyone else getting ideas about you winning them stuffies,” he said so emphatically that I couldn’t help chuckling.
“Sure. Like there’s a whole line of men waiting to steal me away.”
“That’s because they don’t know about your superior gaming skills. Or your excellent taste in stuffies.” Jasper sniffed, chin tipped up like he was royalty.
“Maybe we ought to head back to the hotel so you can remind me exactly where I belong before the auction.”
“That’s a real good idea, Daddy. You’re a clever bunny.”
I didn’t even wait long enough to roll my eyes or pretend to be annoyed at his silly pet name. Instead, I grabbed his hand and hauled him through the crowd. Jasper kept the Highland cow tucked under his arm like it was the crown jewel of Texas. My boy was going to put me in my place, and I couldn’t have been happier about it.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Jasper
“Fuck, Jasper, you’re gonna kill me,” Daddy groaned.
After the carnival, we headed back to the hotel. We stripped down to the skin and collapsed on the bed. I wasn’t wasting time getting my hands on Daddy because I wanted—needed—to prove that he was mine. No one was going to steal him away. I was going to show him who he belonged to. Me.
I slipped my mouth over the head of his cock again and sucked lightly while he combed his fingers through my curls and played with the skin on the back of my neck. When I’d pushed him onto the bed, he ended up half-lounging against the pillows like a king waiting to be fawned over, and I was more than happy to give it my best shot. His groans and ground-out words of praise fed my soul. This man made me feel so damn good about myself.
When Daddy moved on to babbling, I slid his shaft farther into my mouth until I felt him at the back of my throat. I didn’t have a lot of talents worth mentioning, but my lack of a gag reflex was a bright spot. I bobbed on him until his fingers went from threading through my hair to clenching into fists.
“Sugar, get yourself up here. I ain’t the only one having some fun. I need your dick in my mouth too.” Daddy sat up in bed, grabbed my waist, and flipped me around so my cock was in reach of his mouth. He didn’t waste any time slipping his lips over me before lying back down. In this position, we could both get what we wanted, what we needed—each other’s cocks sliding down our throats. His tongue swirled around my shaft, and I forced myself to concentrate on bringing him right to the edge. A few times, I faltered and heard him chuckle because his tongue was entirely too distracting.
My balls tightened almost painful against my body while he worked me over. When I felt his tongue flatten and then swallow around me, I was fairly certain I saw actual stars and maybe even heard angels singing. My brain went hazy. I played with Daddy’s heavy balls and felt them contracting, close to release. His hips thrust against my mouth, and I wanted him to come there more than I wanted air. I doubled my efforts to bring him close, but the more I sucked him, the more his mouth distracted me. After a while, I wasn’t even sure what noises I was making. The only thought looping in my head wasno teeth, no teeth, no teeth.
My whole body shook in anticipation of what I knew was coming. My muscles stiffened, and I had no time to warn Daddy before my orgasm ripped through me. Cum shot down his throat in wave after wave, like an earthquake tearing through me. At the same time, he shouted and gave one last jerk before I felt his cum fill my mouth. I sealed my lips around him and swallowed every drop as it spilled out of him.
I finally collapsed after gulping down all the goodness, not caring what I looked like. My body had lost every ability to move. Daddy was still lying beneath me while I rested my head on his solid thigh. My cock was spent, but he traced lazy designs on my ass and kissed the leg that rested near his head. I tried to move away, but Daddy growled.
“Don’t you dare move, sugar. I got the best goddamn view in the world.”
Daddy gripped my hips and kept me firmly on top of him. It wasn’t a fight I wanted to win, so I relaxed again and simply waited. But the silence felt heavy. I wanted to tell him I’d never felt like this with anyone before. It had never occurred to me that I’d stumble upon someone who, like me, wasn’t interested in penetration. Most of the time, I ended up apologizing for not being into it, but with Daddy, it wasn’t even a factor. It was just…nice. Nice not to feel like I was defective for not wanting what everyone else seemed to expect.
“Sugar, you’ve got too many thoughts going on in your head.”
“I was just thinking how cool it is that we’re both sides, so nobody has to feel like they’re letting anyone down.”
“There’s no goddamn way your mouth on my dick is anything but heaven. And fuck anyone who makes you feel like you need to apologize.”
I’d never heard that level of ferocity in Daddy’s voice. He was ready to rage against anyone who dared make me feel less than. This was new. Daddy might have been the one without relationship experience, but my own relationships had been mostly shit. Maybe it was better he hadn’t had any, so no baggage leaked into what we had.
In a perfect world, we could have stayed here until morning, finding new ways to explore each other, but I knew the auction was this evening. If we were going to buy anything, it had to be tonight.
“What time is the auction, Daddy?”
“It starts at seven. Why?”
“Because I’m not ready to get off you. I just want to soak in this bed with you.”
“My mama used to talk about soaking when I was a kid, but I don’t think this is what she had in mind.” Daddy chuckled softly. “Never mind that. Go on, find your place.”
At my request, Daddy loosened his grip on my hips, and I maneuvered myself until I was lying across his chest with my leg slung over him. Daddy’s big arms wrapped around me, cocooning me close. He kissed the top of my head, and something inside me broke into a million pieces. I let go of a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. No man in my life had ever kissed me on the head—after sex or any other time. In that moment, I knew the truth with every part of my heart.
