“Thank you for putting up with Gage.” Jasper’s voice was muffled because he hadn’t moved his face from the crook of my neck.
“I guess he’s notthatbad.”
“Daddy, my guy, you and I both know he’s obnoxious.”
“He is, definitely. But he loves you, and that makes him tolerable.”
I hadn’t intended it, but that sent Jasper into a fit of giggles. I tickled his side a little, and then he squealed with laughter. His laughter faded when he realized how close our bodies were. Our naked skin was pressed tight against each other, and suddenly, all the laughter was gone.
He became intensely interested in tracing the muscles of my chest. He started with my clavicle and made his way down my pecs, pausing to explore my nipples. My breath hitched, but I didn’t tell him to stop. There was nothing in the world I wanted more than for him to continue his exploration. His fingers traced to the other side, and I felt his fingernail lightly scratch against my rock-hard nipple. My lungs ceased to function, and it was a struggle to move air in and out of them.
He traced down the center of my torso and then along each of my ribs. When he reached the dip in my waist, whatever air had been in my lungs came out in one final whoosh, but he didn’t stop there. He continued down along my pelvis until he found my already rock-hard dick tenting the sheet that covered us. He slowly traced from the bottom of my shaft to the glistening head. He delicately swirled the gathered beads of precum around the mushroom head and along the underside. When he found that special hidden bundle of nerves underneath the rim, a whole-body shudder ran through me.
I lost the ability to speak. All I could do was force choppy breaths into my lungs and hope that I survived his ministrations. I flexed my fingers and then fisted them, trying to keep my hands off him so he wouldn’t stop. When I made a move toward him because it was becoming intolerable not to touch him, he gave me a sexy smile and shook his head.
“Daddy, I just want to touch you.”
I forced my hands back down onto the bed next to me and said, “Do anything you want. I belong to you, sugar.”
Jasper continued to concentrate on touching every bit of my body. He moved on from my shaft to cup my heavy balls. I opened my legs to give him better access. With a few fingers cupping them, he used another to trace along my taint. I might have been able to keep my hands to myself, but I couldn’t control the groan that forced its way out of my throat.
The way he explored me felt innocent yet deliciously wicked. I wanted to grab him, but I didn’t want him to stop his exploration. He made me feel like a treasure map, and he was finding all of the soft spots along the way. Even though it was still dark, light was creeping in, and the heaviness felt lighter. It felt like it was taking a little bit of myself away, and the thought popped into my head that I wanted this every single morning and night. I didn’t want to have to make arrangements anymore. This was where I wanted home to be and where I would lay my head every night.
Before I could finish that thought, Jasper fisted my shaft and tugged firmly. My brain went offline, and I ceased to think at all. All I wanted was for him to keep doing exactly what he was doing because if he didn’t, then surely I wouldn’t make it until dawn. Truthfully, if he kept it up, I likely wouldn’t make it either, but I’d go happily, so it was fine.
“Fuuuuuuuuuck. Keep doing that.”
Jasper giggled but followed my plea. I was firmly in his grasp, but every once in a while, he licked the head of my cock and sent tremors of shock through me. By the time he was done, I was shaking like a newborn calf and desperate for more. He teased me until I was the one begging for relief, and then did it all over again.
I’d never felt joy during sex. Sex was about getting the wave of relaxation that came from relief. But sex with Jasper was different. It was happiness, contentment, safety, and goddamn mind-blowing ecstasy.
It was love.
And then Jasper fully sucked me into his mouth, and my cock felt his tongue swirl around me. I half-curled up from where I lay on the bed. The head of my cock hit the back of his throat when he swallowed me down in a single motion, and it was all over. There was no time to warn him before my release overtook me. He gobbled my cum like it was the best damn dish I’d ever offered him. Vaguely, I heard a gasp and groan, but I was too far gone to register the meaning of it or speak.
I fell back on the pillows, and Jasper crawled back into my arms. His own breathing was harsh, and I realized I was a bad Daddy for not taking care of my boy. When I reached across myself to grasp his cock, I found sticky wetness and a soft shaft.
“Sugar, did you manage to come on your own?”
Jasper huffed a small sigh. “Yeah, it felt like high school again.”
“Well damn.”
“Ha. Yeah, something like that.”
Jasper snuggled close, and we both savored the quiet. We’d have to get up soon because sticky cum on skin wasn’t sexy at all, but neither of us was ready to break the spell.
“Daddy, I was thinking…”
“About what?”
“It seems silly that you keep having to go back to your house when you spend every night in mine.”
“Yeah, it does.”
“It’s not very efficient either.”
“Nope.”
