“I’m right there with you, baby.”
My fingers fly into his hair, my grip tight and possessive as I work to keep from thrusting down his throat.
“It’s ok, Olly. Do it. Fuck my face.”
Oh, shit.
That’s all the permission I need for my hips to start pistoning in and out. Every time my cock hits the back of his throat, a shutter rolls through my body.
“Fuck, Jasper. Those pretty lips look so good wrapped around my cock.” I cup his cheek, my thumb circling his lips. So pretty. “Can you take me deeper?” I ask before angling my hips and sliding further down his throat.
He whimpers, and it’s a beautiful sound.
I pick up a punishing pace, no longer having control over my wayward hips.
The sound of Jasper gagging around my cock pushes me over the edge and I come with a cry as I fill his mouth with spurt after spurt of warm cum. He sucks it all down, not missing a drop.
Jasper looks up at me, teary-eyed and gasping for breath while he finds his own release, spilling over his hand and onto my kitchen floor.Fuck, that’s hot.
“Now who’s the mess?” I ask with a breathy laugh.
His lopsided grin sets off a flutter in my chest, feeling a bit like… maybe.
I slide my jeans back up, not caring to button them. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up.”
Jasper looks around the kitchen.
I laugh, grabbing a dish towel and cleaning up the mess on the floor. “We can get the rest later.”
Taking his hand, I pull him to his feet, stealing a quick kiss.
We head down the hall and into the bathroom. After tossing the towel in the hamper, I turn on the hot water.
Jasper’s reflection catches mine in the mirror, and I freeze. He looks… unsure? Lost?
What did I do to make him shift from playfully giving head on the kitchen floor to looking scared to even move?
“Where did you go, Jasper?”
“Huh?”
“Is this ok?” I ask.
Jasper lifts his head, meeting my gaze through the reflection. A cold wave washes over me, and my heart stutters to a halt.
“I don’t know how to do this, Olly.”
The steam from the shower billows around us as a sudden pang of guilt hits me. I might have pushed him too far. Just because we exchanged mutual blow jobs does not mean he wants something as intimate as showering together.
I don’t know how to do this either.
I reach in to turn the water off. “I’m sorry. The last thing I meant to do was push.”
“No, wait!” Jasper pulls my arm back.
His frantic gaze, wide and desperate, is fixated on me.
The charms on his bracelets clink together as he slides his hands up to rest on my chest. The sound thrums through my entire body, settling in my soul.
