I brush a thumb over one of his nipples. With each pass, I leave a trail of condensation on his skin. He watches me with a heavy gaze, and when I blow over the area, his nostrils flare.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“Playing.” I circle the nipple again, making it stand up from his chest. The skin around is cold.
“Jesus, it’s like an ice cube.”
I drag my tongue over the chilled nipple, then cover it with my mouth.
Jasper groans. “God. Your mouth. So hot.”
We play like that for a while. Hot and cold. Energy back and forth. He’s so responsive, and the sounds he makes are amazing. We have nothing but time. No gangsters coming for us. No one at work waiting for me. No one even knows we’re here. Jasper said I had to give up control, but I don’t think I would get tired of toying with him like this. After a lifetime of hiding pieces of myself and being a disappointment in other facets, when I look at Jasper, there’s nothing left hiding between us. No lies, no omissions, no misunderstandings. The vulnerability of it is terrifying, but along with it is a sense of security I don’t think I’ve ever felt before.
Finally, though, he rolls me over onto my back, covering my body with his once more. I spread my legs open so he falls between them, trapping our cocks between us as they lengthen all over again.
“Morgan,” he says.
“Want you,” I say.
“I’ve wanted you for months.” He lifts long enough to grasp our shafts, stroking gently. The velvet hardness of him against me makes my eyes roll back in my head and my hips rock all on their own. Months. He’s known me for months. I’ve knownhim for what? A week? Sort of. And he thinks it’s only been two months when I know it’s longer. But these are thoughts for later. Another day. Another loop. One where we have our clothes on.
He lets go and slides down, and his soft eyes lock on mine as he runs his tongue over his lower lip, then licks the head of my dick. It’s a beautiful sight, and it gets better when he takes me into his mouth. The suction is bliss and he works fast. I lie still, focusing on controlling the power that keeps trying to break free. But when he tugs on my balls, the heat at the base of my spine goes cold as something entirely different tries to burst forth.
“Jasper,” I say. “Fuck me.”
He pops off me like he’s been waiting. The spit on my dick dries in the warm air of the bedroom, and I’m so sensitive all it would take is a couple fast strokes and I’d be done. So close. I was so close. But I didn’t want to. Not yet. We’re only getting started.
Jasper pulls lube and some condoms from his bedside drawer. He holds the condom between two fingers, looking at me with an arched eyebrow.
“I haven’t had an STI test in a while,” he says, “but it was negative the last time I did.”
My laugh is bleak. “Not like it’s an issue anyway. Hard to share STIs if I’m going to die before infection becomes a problem.”
As soon as I say it, I realize I’m doing it again. Killing the mood. Jasper’s smile droops and his fingers tighten on the condom.
“Fuck. Sorry. Forget I said anything. But we can skip the condom.” I rise up, pulling his head down to mine and kissing him hard. He resists for a moment, but when I pull his bottom lip between my teeth, Jasper cups the back of my head in his strong hand, holding me close so he can devour my mouth and I let him, going soft and liquid against him.
Well... mostly soft. My dick aches and leaks in my hand. I might still come if he doesn’t get inside me soon. I let go of myself and take him instead, stroking my thumb over the flared head and pressing against the slit, rubbing the bead of liquid that forms there in slow circles.
“Morgan,” he says. One more circle is all I get before he lets go of me, flipping me over so I’m face down on the mattress. I only have a second to adjust so my dick is flat against my belly before the cold shock of lube on my ass has me jerking. It’s followed immediately by the hot sting of Jasper’s palm on one cheek, and the cry that leaps from my throat is unexpected and raw.
“Hold still,” Jasper says as he soothes what is undoubtedly going to be a bright palm print on my ass. The thought makes me flush, and I’m so caught up in the idea of Jasper marking me as his, even temporarily, that I’m not prepared when the first lube-slick finger presses against my anus, making me yelp.
“Sorry,” he says, his voice hoarse.
“Keep going.” I wiggle my ass, letting him know how much I want him. The tip of my cock drags over his sheets, leaving a smear of wet precome. The nice thing about living the same day over and over is you don’t have to do laundry, so I rut shamelessly against the bed while he works me open. The room fills with the sound of my needy moans.
“You’re good. Doing so good,” Jasper says, and the praise makes me harder.
“Soon. Please. Jasper. I’m ready.” I’m already basically fucking his fingers. Please tell me his dick isn’t far behind.
Finally, he pulls his hand free. He wraps an arm around my chest and lifts me to my knees. The blunt head of his cock is ready at my entrance, and all it takes is a long breath as I lean back and take him in. When my ass collides with his hips, we both groan, and his arm across my torso holds me tight to himso I can’t move. All I can do is feel. The pressure of him as he stretches me open the last fraction of an inch. The wet heat of his breath on my neck. The steady thump of his heart where he’s pressed against my back.
“Jasper.” I reach behind me, threading my fingers in his hair while he mouths against my throat. He bites and sucks and I can’t help the way I imagine the marks he’s leaving. So blatant. So temporary. I don’t want temporary, but unless we escape it’s all we have.
When he finally thrusts up, he bumps against my prostate. It’s a good thing he lives out here in the garage apartment because there’s no way his mom and sisters wouldn’t hear me scream otherwise.
“Jasper.”
