“I think I like this, you helpless under me. Finally shutting the fuck up,” I say.
Jasper whimpers, and instinctively, I press my body flush against his, stopping him from trying to escape. And then…Oh.
He’s hard.
I stare at him, and he stares back. His eyes are so dilated, they’re almost black.
Now that I’ve stopped taunting him, I can understand why he’s turned on. It feels good to be pressed right up against him, to feel that warmth and skin, the pressure right against my dick. It’s been so long. Over three months. Sure, I’ve jerked off since then, but nothing compares to having another person with you.
Then I remember that the person underneath me is Jasper Harvey.
I need to get out of here. Hastily, I let go of his wrists and push myself up, my erection sliding against his in the process. He inhales sharply, so quietly I would have missed it if I wasn’t right on top of him.
Fucking hell, I have to go. I start to move off clumsily, my body brushing against his in the process, when he grabs my bicep. I go still. His throat bobs.
“Please,” he whispers.
Please what?After a moment of hesitation, I move my dick against his and a shiver of pleasure runs through me. Fuck, that feels nice. From the way Jasper’s mouth opens, he feels the same way. He arches his body up and wraps his hands around my back, pulling me flush against his body again. We grind against each other, silent except for little exhales of pleasure.
“Stop, stop, stop,” I whisper after a minute, pulling myself up. Jasper’s skin is burning hot.
“What — what is it?” His voice is raspy.
“Take your clothes off.”
“What?” He blinks.
Isn’t he meant to be clever? “Need a demonstration?” I ask, pushing myself up so I’m on my knees. I grab the waist pant of my pyjamas and boxers, and push both down. My erection springs out.
Jasper stares at it, open-mouthed. Who would have known the way to get him to drop his jaw was hiding in my pants the whole time?
I throw my pyjamas and boxers off the edge of the bed, then raise an expectant brow at Jasper. He follows suit comically fast.
“Eager,” I comment.
“Shut up,” he growls, flinging his clothes away and grabbing my shoulders. He tries to pull me close, but I resist, taking my time to look at him. In the hot tub, I already noticed how his broad shoulders tapered into a narrow waist, but only now can I look at his dick, standing at attention, the head shiny with pre-come.
I reach down and swipe the head with my thumb, and Jasper muffles a moan. I do it again.
“Kieran,” he breathes.
I stop teasing him and align my body with his, exhaling through my nose at the way it feels so fucking good to have his dick against mine.
“We need lube or something,” Jasper whispers, thrusting against me.
“Well, I don’t have any. Do you?”
“Obviously not. Maybe…” he lets out a wavering sigh of pleasure. “Maybe the room has some…”
“Do you want to get up and search?” I ask.
He shakes his head.
“Me neither,” I answer. “Spit it is.” I raise my hand to my mouth, lick my palm, and then spit, keeping eye contact with Jasper the whole time. Then, I bring my wet hand down between us and take us both in my hand.
“Fuck,” Jasper hisses, pushing his hips off the bed.
I jack both of us, which is like jerking myself off, except I have to fit two dicks in one fist. Jasper wraps his arms around my back and makes tiny little sounds. Sometimes he closes his eyes, but mostly he stares at me, and I stare at him. Every time he thrusts into my fist, his cock glides against mine, giving me waves of electric pleasure.
