His eyelids are heavy, matching his labored breath and the look behind the lust in his eyes ignites my entire body on fire. “Fuck,” he hisses, as he places his hand over the front of his pants and his hips push forward in slow motion, like he can’t help but move because he needs the friction.
But he won’t dare step toward me, I can see the worry in his expression that I’ll stop.
Because I should fucking stop this.
What the hell am I doing?
I slow my pace and start to release my grip. But, he steps back, urgently slamming his hand over the top of the light switch and the room goes pitch black.
“Don’t fucking stop.” His tone is demanding this time. There’s no desperation in his voice like before, no question.
I hear his footsteps draw closer, then flinch when I feel his hand wrap around my wrist. His grip is soft but tight enough that he doesn’t allow me to pull away.
Turning my hand over, he spits in my palm. “Keep going. I want to hear you come all over yourself.”
Jesus Christ.
I can’t see him. I wouldn’t know he was here if it weren’t for the heat of his hand around my wrist, that woodsy sage scent that follows him everywhere and his desperate, heavy breath that matches mine.
My hand doesn’t move, until he guides it over my lap and my fingers naturally wrap around my cock. I grip it with a needy moan, but I remain frozen, unsure of what to do, until he begins to guide my hand up and down with his.
I grunt at the foreign sensation of someone else's pace—a man’s masculine grip—while my fingers continue to squeeze the full length of my shaft. His saliva coats the tight skin around my cock, and the excess moisture creates slurping that sounds a hell of lot like someone sucking my cock. I close my eyes and return to the vision of Jasper in front of me, mouth wide open as his lips wrap around my cock. The sight rips the orgasm straight out of me as if I had no preparation for it and I lose all control.
“Fuck. Fuck…Fuck.” I beg, whimper, plead. I have no idea what other words spill out of my mouth.
My entire body is riding a high I can’t describe and even though I’m sitting down the room spins. I lean back onto the bed, my hands falling to my sides as I catch my breath.
A minute goes by, a few seconds. I can’t tell. It’s still dark and I can finally hear again after feeling like I was in a room with an exploding pipe bomb.
I sit up in the darkness but the scent that’s so distinctly him is gone and the sensation that someone is here is missing, too. Istand up, pulling my pants up enough so I’m not shuffling to the door and switch on the light.
He left.
He fucking left.
CHAPTER 8
JERKING OFF YOUR STRAIGHT FRIEND IS WELL WORTH THE CONSEQUENCES. I THINK
JASPER
Ileft.
I just fucking left.
But I had to. I had to before I made him do something he would’ve been way too uncomfortable doing.
I round the corner of the hallway and my entire body melts into the wall as I lean against it.
Fuck.
I peer back around the corner to see if he’s opened the door but it doesn’t even look like the light is on yet.
Another thing I couldn’t manage to do…turn the light back on. Because I know the moment I turned on that light, reality would hit him as to what just happened and he would hate me, and even worse, hate himself.
I could tell by the way he was talking to himself when I walked in there. Scolding himself really.
But then he toldusto take him.
