“No, my patience is wearing thin.”
Giving him what he needs, it’s time to put him out of his misery. I pull my hips back and then slam home, testing out the pressure. I do it again, this time changing the angle and grinding my hips. Our bodies become in sync and he meets me thrust for thrust.
The pace we set is relentless, desperate. Sweat beads on my forehead, a glistening layer covering Jasper’s back. I grab his hips. In and out. In and out.
I wrap my arm around his chest and pull him upright against me. His head falls back, resting on my shoulder. I know I’ve hit the right angle when he lets out a startled cry followed by a breathy, “Yes.”
I slide my other hand from his hip and wrap it around his leaking, thick purple cock, giving it a few tugs as I roll my hips.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck. I’m right there,” I whisper, burying my face in his neck.
“I’m gonna come, Olly. Show me the stars.”
I fuck into him, keeping my angle and speed until I feel his body stiffen and his cock swell. Seconds later, he pulsates in my hand, shooting rope after rope of cum. His ass clenches around my dick once and that’s all it takes before my balls draw up tight and my body shudders, shooting my release into the condom.
My chest heaves as my lungs work to catch my breath. My hips give shallow thrusts as we both come down from our high.
Eventually, my cock softens, and I pull out before falling to the side, bringing Jasper with me.
I look over at him. “So, did you see the stars?”
“Fuck, I saw a whole damn galaxy,” he says with a giant grin on his face.
I bark out a laugh, feeling pretty smug about myself. Let me just dust off that shoulder.
“I wasn’t really going to go cliff diving with Billy,” he says, that giant grin slipping.
“Jasper, these so-called friends of yours, are they really your friends? I mean, none of us have ever met them. We hear you talk about partying with them, but never anything else?”
He sighs, and I pull him into the crook of my neck.
“No, they’re not really my friends. I’ve realized that, which is why, when Billy calls, I haven’t been answering.”
Jasper’s hand comes to rest on my chest, his fingers toying with the small amount of hair there. “When I turned eighteen, I was so angry and tired of staying between the lines. So when I saw a group of guys base jumping off of Mr. Brewer’s windmill, well, I wanted to be reckless for once in my fucking life. I needed to feel something. So I joined them.”
Now the conversation we had the night he broke into my house and kissed me makes more sense.
I trace the line of his arm up and down, feeling his skin pebble beneath my touch. “I don’t know what your childhood was like Jasper. I just know who you are now. You’re sweet, kind, funny, spontaneous, and judging by the paint still drying on your canvas, you feel a hell of a lot.”
The sound of a vibrating phone breaks through the silence. “Maybe it’s Marcus?” I ask, giving him a little nudge.
“I highly doubt it. That man would go to bed right after dinner if his husband would let him.”
Some of his comments, so oddly personal and unprofessional, make me question how long Marcus has been his doctor.
Jasper gets up and I get a lovely view of his perky ass. He’s breathtaking. And he’s having sex with me. I did not see this coming. Well, one can alwayshope.
“It’s not Marcus,” he says, looking at his screen. “It’s fucking Billy again.”
I bite my tongue. It’s not my place. This is somethingheneeds to work through. I’ll have to find other things to fight with him about. Just not his life. Well, except for when he goes into self-doubt mode about how talented he is.
He makes his way back over, crawling into bed with his phone still in hand. “I’m going to block his number. It’s crossed my mind a few times.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, kissing his forehead.
“It’s okay. I’m not losing a friend. He wasn’t really one to begin with. And you can’t lose something that was never there. In fact, I’m going to block and delete his number.”
“You know, you’ve got a real group of friends already surrounding you. Even if you don’t see it.”
