“Jesus, Olly, who taught you how to play the long game?” His breath hitches. “They should be rewarded—and shot.”
If he only knew, my experience is not all that it’s cracked up to be.
Jasper’s hands land in my hair, pulling with every sensitive nibble I take against his skin.
“Your cock is perfect. The kind of stuff earth-shattering orgasms are made of,” I say. He must know. How can he not know?
My hands, splayed across his chest, vibrate against his soft chuckle.
My cock is painfully hard, and I realize I have made a miscalculation. The precum leaking from my tip has me shuddering as I practically hump the bed, wishing I would’ve released my aching cock from the confines of my jeans.
I lick a stripe up the underside of his cock along the sexiest vein known to man. I could follow that vein up and down for days.
Jasper’s hands grab for the sheets, trying to gain any amount of control he can get. But I don’t plan on letting him have much.
His cock hits the back of my throat again, and I swallow around it. I cradle his balls in my hand, giving them a slight tug.
“Oh fuck, yes! Olly!” Jasper moans, his eyes looking down at me, hips arching off the bed. “Your mouth, fuck what a talented mouth you have.”
“It has more to do with the mouthwatering cock before me.” That’s not a lie. You can suck cock all you want, but if it doesn’t compel you to find all the ways to make it come…
My hands grab his hips, holding them in place, and my thumbs softly rub the skin across his hip bone.
“Olly, please.”
I never thought I would ever hear Jasper Valintine beg me to let him come. Fuck, it’s hot.
I bob my head up and down, swirling my tongue around the head, before diving back down, over and over again.
“Oh, fuck. I’m gonna…”
“Let go, Jasper. Come for me, baby.”
His cock thickens under my tongue before rope after rope of cum releases down my throat with a moan. The salty taste hits my tongue.
My cock is so close to the edge without even touching it. My balls are full and aching.
When his cock is wrung dry and with the taste still lingering on my lips, I crawl back up his body, capturing his mouth with mine. Jasper wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer as if he can’t get enough.He can have it all.
I arch my hips away, trying not to grind my still jean-clad dick against his sensitive cock.
“No, bring them here,” Jasper says, pulling my hips toward him, unbuttoning my jeans, and wrapping his hand around my cock.
Oh fuck! His fingers are magic.
Our kisses become desperate as I chase the urge for release. Jasper pumps my cock back and forth. One… two… three pumps and I’m done for.
“Jasper,” my open mouth pants against his, our lips wet and swollen. My voice is needy and desperate.
“That’s it, Olly. Come for me. I want to see you shatter.”
The tingle at the base of my spine that I have been riding moves deep into my balls. I let out a low groan that even I don’t recognize before shot after shot of my release coats his porcelain skin.
Not having the strength to hold myself up, I fall to the side, trying not to crush him. Jasper’s chest is heaving, my cum glistening on his chest.
He draws his finger through the warm mess and brings it to his lips.
I practically die. A low growl sits deep in my chest. I can’t take it anymore. Hooking his chin with my thumb, I devour his mouth, tasting my release on his tongue.
