I take a bite of my food, wanting to pat myself on the back because of how good it tastes. “There’s a local art gallery a couple of towns over. I thought about contacting them to see about showing some of my paintings, but I’m not sure I should do it.” My art has always been a hard thing to explain. It’s personal. It’s always been something just for me. I don’t know if I want the world to see it… yet.
Well, fuck maybe I do.
“You should do it. I mean, it won’t hurt to try one gallery. There are millions out there, and someday, somewhere, one of them will see what you’re worth. And in the meantime, we all get the privilege of having your ink on our skin. Well, except for me,” he chuckles.
I grab his hand, skating my fingers up his arm. “Have you ever wanted a tattoo?”
“Yes and no,” he says, turning toward me. Not ready to let go, I allow my fingers to continue their delicate dance over the blank canvas of his skin.
“I do, but I’m afraid it will hurt,” he says sheepishly. “Plus, there’s that whole thing about picking something permanent to tattoo on my body.”
“Maybe a cupcake.”
He laughs. “Yeah, maybe a cupcake.” I let go of his hand as he goes back to scarfing down his food. “This French toast is amazing. You will now be forced to make me breakfast every morning.” He freezes and for a moment, so do I. “I mean, not that I think you’ll be here every morning. You have a life outside of work and me,” he fumbles. “You know what? Forget I just said anything. Anyway, this was delicious,” he says, getting up and putting his plate in the sink.
I follow.
When he turns around, I wrap my arms around his neck. “Are you asking me to move in, Olly?”
His cheeks turn a beautiful shade of pink. “What? God no. I mean, no, that would be silly.”
I know that’s not what he’s asking, and it would be silly, but still. “I wouldn’t mind waking up to you every morning or falling asleep next to you every night.”
Olly inhales sharply. I have to admit those words surprise even me. There’s a lot of that going on tonight. And I don’t feel like running for the hills.
“How about we start with a couple drawers, and in the meantime, you can take your sweet-ass time fucking me again tonight?”
“Jesus, Jasper.”
I push my hips forward so he can see the effect he’s had on me all night, which in return makes him grab my ass and encourage my rutting. “Take me to bed, Olly.”
He wastes no time grabbing my hand and dragging me down the hallway. Everything turns fast and frantic in the blink of an eye. Once we’re in the bedroom, it’s a flurry of grabby hands and flying clothes. Naked, we fall into bed.
Olly slides back, resting up against the backboard. As I crawl up his body, kissing and sucking as I go. He fists my hair and I savor the delicious pull.
Once I reach his lips, I let out a whispered, “Hi.”
“Hi,” Olly replies.
I rise on my knees above him and take him in a blistering kiss. His hands roam my body before he reaches around, grabbing my ass, squeezing andpulling. He moves his hips beneath me so I can feel his hard cock, telling me he’s ready to go.
Our shafts slide up against each other, our precum mixing, making our cocks slick.
“Are you gonna ride me, Jasper? Are you gonna slide down my cock and ride me?”
“Oh, god, yes, that. I want, I want to,” I say, feeling desperate, wanting to ride his hard cock. His fingers circle the tender skin around my hole.
“Is this where you want me? Here?” Holy shit, again with bedroom Olly for the win.I’m fucking here for it.
“Yes, stop teasing and get to work,” I complain.
Olly reaches over and pulls out a bottle of lube and a condom from the nightstand.
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “I wanna feel you bare.”
“Are you sure? I get tested regularly.”
“So do I. Marcus would flip if I didn’t.”
