“I’m saying good morning, Daddy.” Jasper gave me a quick grin before returning his attention to my hard cock. Between the precum leaking down it and his spit, it glistened in the pale-pink light of morning. It stood ramrod straight, flushed dark red with veins running prominently along the sides. Jasper leaned forward and licked me like a lollipop.
“Fuck, baby, that feels so goddamn good.” Sticky precum smeared across his mouth, and I used my thumb to catch it. He grabbed my hand and delicately licked it off.
“Baby, I’m gonna need to taste you,” I growled in my rasping morning voice.
Without waiting for an answer, I reached down and gently moved Jasper off my cock and up my body. As he shifted forward, my dick bounced against my stomach, leaving a sticky trail. He wriggled out of my grasp and stopped to clean me up with kitten licks, but I wasn’t going to miss this opportunity. I wanted to taste my boy.
“Baby, it’s my turn.” I flipped Jasper over and pulled his sweet ass directly to my mouth without waiting. Without any hesitation, I fitted my lips over his rosebud and started to loosen the tight muscle ring that protected his channel. After a few pushes with my tongue, it finally gave way, and I had free access to the deliciousness that was Jasper. He tasted like his cinnamon soap and the undeniable musky flavor that was all him. I nibbled and sucked and licked until Jasper’s sighs turned to groans and those turned into mewls. When his thighs started to quiver, I moved my hands down to support his legs. My fingers kneaded his muscles in the same rhythm as my tongue probed him.
Jasper ground his ass into my mouth, and it momentarily took away my breathe. What a perfect fucking way to die. But his next shiver returned my oxygen. With one hand still supporting him, I snaked the other between us so I could grasp his cock. It was steel hard and leaking precum across my chest. With a firm tug that matched the strokes of my tongue, I jacked Jasper until his noises were a mixture of babbling and keening. It was fucking music. Each stroke brought him closer to the edge of an explosion.
When his cum spilled over my fist, Jasper surged down and slid my rock-hard cock back into his mouth. Two sucks later, I spilled down his throat with a shout of my own. Jasper made a valiant attempt to swallow, but most of it dribbled out of his mouth and back onto me. Jasper collapsed on top of me while we both panted in unison. It was a while until either of us could speak.
“Good morning, Daddy.”
“Damn, sugar, that’s one hell of a way to wake me up.”
“All good?”
“Naw, it’s fucking fantastic.” Jasper traced a design I couldn’t place on my thigh. “Best wakeup I’ve ever had.”
“Aw, I bet you say that to all the boys.”
I snorted at the foolishness of that, and Jasper huffed a laugh. He knew it was nonsense too. At least I thought he knew. Shit, I hoped he knew. The thought that he truly believed that suddenly tore at my gut.
“You know that’s not true, right?” I said in a low and urgent tone. Once the question hung in the air, the answer mattered more than anything in the world.
“Yes, Daddy, I know,” Jasper scoffed. I didn’t need to see his eyeroll to hear it in his voice. Relief swamped me. He knew.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Jasper
“Dad, it’s not like that. I promise. It’s nothing like my other jobs or my other relationships, for that matter.”
After Daddy and I wore each other out in the best kind of naughty ways, we showered and fell back asleep. I knew my dad was an early riser, though, so I left Daddy sleeping in my bed and returned to the main house to start breakfast. If I were going to have guests at my new bed and breakfast, I was going to provide them a proper breakfast—even if it was just family. I told Dad and Gage, who was likely just dragging in, to wait in the main area, but they didn’t bother to listen and instead dragged some stools into the kitchen, propping themselves up at the table while I worked. At the end of the day, they were the only ones here, so it probably didn’t matter. But in the future, I would make sure my domain was my domain. No guests allowed.
“You always say that, Jasper, and I know you mean it. But that doesn’t mean that’s the way it’s going to work.”
“You don’t know that it’s not going to work.” I felt like my argument was strong on that one.
“It’s never worked in the past, and as far as I can tell, you’re the common denominator.”
Well, damn. That one stung a little. I was really hoping that getting this bed and breakfast open would prove to my dad that I wasn’t the monumental screwup baby of the family they always thought I was. Clearly, I still had more work to do because what he had seen so far wasn’t doing much to impress him.
“Baby brother looks like he’s on the verge of saying a bad word aloud,” Gage piped up from where he sat on the stool next to my dad. Dad shot him a quelling look, but I couldn’t imagine it would have any effect. It never had in the past.
“Gage, don’t you have someone’s marriage to be breaking up?”
“Oh my god, it was one time, and I didn’t know he was married.”
“Boys, that is absolutely enough. Jasper, you know your brother wouldn’t mess around with a married person on purpose.”
Oh no. It was the tone. I had heard that tone my whole life. The one that said,I’m not mad, Jasper. I’m just more disappointed in you than usual.Next to Dad, Gage looked smug as he gave me the finger. Naturally, I stuck my tongue out at him.
“Jasper, you are not in preschool anymore.”
“Dad, you’re right. I’m not in preschool, which is why I’m telling you that I am more than capable of running this bed and breakfast.”
