“I don’t think I can go slow, baby,” Olly emphasizes by pushing a finger in, sending me higher.
I hiss. “You don’t need to. I crave the burn, the stretch. Use me, Olly. I can’t hold back. You need to fuck me.”
“Oh, I got you, baby,” he says, his finger leaving my hole.
“Where are you going?” I complain. “Oh, never mind,” I say when it comes back slick with lube. He surprisingly doesn’t hold back as he slips a finger in and works me open.
Soon he adds a second and third finger and I’m withering like the desperate slut I am. The sharp burn sends my body soaring. I’m fully aware I look like a hot mess, with my dripping cock trapped between our bodies and begging for release.
Olly and his smooth moves in the bedroom. I will forever be infatuated with bedroom Olly. His fingers slip free and without missing a beat, before I can even protest, his cock slips right in. I cry out, “Fuck yes.”
“Oh,fuuuck. You’re so tight. I could live inside you, baby. I would never leave, just bury myself deep in this perfect ass.” He accentuates it by giving it a slap. You know, the sexy kind that makes it jiggle.
I’m a goner. Toast, dead, finished.
Olly sides in and out, testing the angles. “Right there. Please, right there,” I shout when he finds my prostate.
“Oh, there it is. There’s the magic button. I wonder what happens when you hit it over and over again.”
“Gawh, it’s like a jack-in-the-box: keep cranking the handle and I will eventually pop.”
He chuckles, all low and growly in my ear. My body is like a live wire, my hair standing on end.
“I need to come, please,” I beg, which he answers by wrapping his hand around my cock and giving it a long, painfully slow tug. “Olly,”
“Ride the wave, Jasper,” he says, adding more pressure to my leaking cock and picking up the pace as he fucks into me.
And ride the wave I do… all the way to nirvana.
I explode with vibrant colors when my orgasm hits me, like paint splattered on a white canvas behind my eyes. I have never felt something so beautiful in my life.
“That’s it, baby,” Olly chants as my release coats our stomachs, creating a slickness that sends my orgasm into overdrive.
He picks up the pace, urgency behind each thrust. As soon as his hips start to stutter, I know he’s close to finding his own release. “Oh, fuck, Jasper. The way your ass just tightened around my dick, pure pleasure.” He gives one last groan before his orgasm hits and I feel his cock thicken and fill the condom.
Our chests are heaving as we gasp for breath. “Holy fuck, that was…”
“Amazing, soul-reaching, earth-shattering.”
“Yes, yes, yes. All of the above.” I laugh as he squeezes me tight in his arms. We lay together until his cock softens and slips out. Taking the condom and tying it off, he tosses it in the garbage can next to the bed.
He hauls me back into his arms while we drift off to the steady rhythm of our beating hearts.
Thesunlightpeaksthroughmy bedroom window, landing on a sleeping Jasper. He seriously looks like an angel… who’s passed out from a full night of debauchery.
At one point, in the middle of the night, I woke up to his warm, wet mouth wrapped around my dick. Pretty sure I had a sleepgasm. Don’t question it, it’s a word… move along now.
Strands of Jasper’s black hair are sticking up in a sleepy, rumpled mess, and he puffs out these cute little snores that I know he’ll deny until he’s blue in the face, so I’ll keep them to myself… for now.
His arm is splayed across my chest, so I take a moment to look at all the different bracelets that adorn his wrists. Some are fabric, some are beads, and some are chains with little trinkets on them. There’s one in particular that catches myeye. It’s a silver chain that has the name Matthew engraved on it. I glide my finger over the name before flipping the engraving over, and on the other side it says, ‘For believing in his carnival.’
My heart breaks for how long Jasper has been grieving the loss of Matthew on his own. Thinking that Marcus and Jacob had this bracelet made for him as a keepsake brings me a small amount of comfort. Matthew really affected Jasper’s life, a fact nobody knew. He helped shape Jasper into the amazing, sweet, kind man he is today. The loss had to be devastating.
Bringing his hand to my lips, I kiss his wrists. His eyes flutter open and he smiles that sleepy smile that melts hearts and hardens dicks. My morning wood gives its best effort at battling the odds.
“Good morning,” I say, kissing his nose.
He breathes me in. “Good morning.”
