“I’m giving you a proper thank you—frosting not included.”
“Bummer.” Olly chuckles. “You never need to thank me, but I’ll enjoy whatever you’re about to give me.”
Then, I do what I do best. I sink to my knees, staring up at the man who has changed my life. A man who’s worth stopping running for. He allowed me to face the emotions that I’ve kept bottled up. All the anger I felt when Matthew passed, all the anger I still feel. I love Marcus and Jacob. They’re my family, yet the absence of Matthew leaves a gaping hole, a nagging ache for the missing link.
With open-mouthed kisses on his denim-covered cock, I look up and our eyes meet, filled with want and desire. I found my missing link. It’s Olly. Finally, all the pieces feel like they’re falling into place.
Instead of feeling sadness for Matthew, I just want to celebrate him. It breaks me that a good man could be taken so soon.
“Thank you,” I say, from myknees.
“I would do anything for you.” Olly cups my cheek. “Anything except for burying a body. I mean, I may help you dig the hole, but carrying the body, you kinda got to do yourself.”
I bark out a laugh, unbuttoning his jeans and lowering his zipper. “Don’t distract me, Mr. Pierson. I’m trying to give you a proper thank you.”
“Please, don’t let me interrupt,” he says, punching his hips forward. He lets out a gasp when I yank his pants and underwear down to mid-thigh. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”
Olly’s cock springs free, hitting his stomach, leaving behind a smear of precum that I greedily lick clean. His hands find their way back into my hair, which is becoming his new favorite place.
I mouth at his cock, desperate to devour him. His finger finds my chin, stilling me as he tilts my head up. In a silent command, he grabs the base of his cock, rubbing the pre-cum that has pooled at the tip over my lips.
“Open for me, Jasper.”
My eyes roll back as he feeds his cock down my throat. Oh, fuck… it’s so hot, I moan around the stretch of my lips.
“If this is how you want to thank me in the future, I will have no complaints.”
I slowly move my mouth up and down his shaft with powerful pulls of suction.
“Jasper, that mouth of yours is going to make me shoot down your throat in five seconds, but I need that ass, baby. It’s my turn.”
Before I even register what is happening, Olly is hauling me up, spinning me around, and bending me over the counter.
His hand sneaks around, giving my cock a squeeze through the material before he undoes my leather pants and slides them down. A move he’s become quite efficient at.
He moves in such a flurry that I’m not prepared when he spreads my cheeks apart and licks a stripe from ass to taint, causing my cock to twitch.
My cock is aching, throbbing between my legs. Olly pulls back from devouring my ass. “More,” I beg.
“Don’t worry baby, I’m nowhere near done with this ass. But these,” he says, trailing a finger over my balls, making them draw up tight. “So full and beautiful.”
I gasp at his words. “Jesus, Olly,”
He laps and sucks each one into his mouth. An explosion of heat zings through my veins, landing with each pass of his tongue.
There’s a heightened sense of excitement as Olly eats out my ass in the middle of his bakery. The storefront windows are covered, but I don’t think the front door is locked, and anyone could walk in.New kink unlocked.
He adds a finger with his ruthless tongue. My hole is so ready for him that it slides right in.
“Fuck, baby, your hole is greedy.”
“More,” I grunt, trying to hold it together.
He stands, his finger never leaving my ass as he adds another, and his body blankets mine.
“Do you need me to fuck you, Jasper?”
“Shit! Yes, but it’s supposed to be me thanking you.”
