Please, I need you. I need you so fucking bad. I don't even know who I am without your hands on me right now.
No more Jasper. No more beach. No more eyes. Just mine.Onlymine.
I shove him back against the wall. No need to pretend I'm calm anymore. I grab the hem of his shirt and rip it over his head in one motion. Throw it on the floor like trash. My hands are on his chest before he can even take a breath. I press my palm flat between his pecs. Feel his heartbeat thumping, trying to match mine but it can't. Because mine's fucking exploding.
I trail my hand down. To his ribs. Then his waist. God, that fucking waist. That slim, sinful, unfair waist.
I grab it with both hands and yank him toward me. Let him feel the boner. "You feel that?" I whisper. "That's all you. Every fucking inch of it."
He groans, head falling back slightly, and then he grabs my hair. Hard. Yanks me forward by the scalp, dragging my mouth to his neck, his jaw, whatever he can reach. He's smirking.
What a great day to be a boyfriend.
He called me boyfriend. He said it proud. He said it in front of that useless stupid motherfucker who thought he had a shot.
We get to the room. I don't wait. I just grab him and push. His back hits the mattress and I'm on him in seconds, straddling his waist. I lean down and start kissing his neck. Over and over again.
I kiss like I want to leave bruises he won't be able to hide tomorrow. His hands are grabbing my hips.
"You like that?" I whisper against his skin.
He nods, breathless. I grab the waistband of his swim shorts and pull them down fast and rough, mad they even exist.
Fuck me sideways, he's already leaking.
My fingers now shine in the low light as I coat them with lube. I'm breathing hard. I line myself up behind him while my hand is gripping his thigh, the other between his legs.
"Please?" I ask, quietly.
His eyes meet mine. "Please go faster."
"That's my boy." I slide my fingers into him fast. His mouth falls open, and he lets out a soft, broken moan. Jesus Christ. That sound. That face. I'm gonna fucking kill myself.
His brows draw together. His lips part. My fingers are buried in him deep, and I'm not being gentle. I curl them. I move them. And I watch his face.
There. Right there.
His eyes flutter, and his whole body tenses. Found it. I press again. Harder. Right against that spot inside him that makes him fucking melt. And he moans.
A whimper trying to escape his throat. God, he's beautiful like this. I keep my fingers moving, hitting that same spot again and again, until his mouth is open and his head falls back like he's overwhelmed. I grin. Then I lean down.
Take his dick in my mouth. Not all the way, just the head. Let my tongue swirl over the slit.
He gasps, and his hips jerk up instinctively. But when he tries to close his legs from the pressure, I shove my free hand between his thigh and the bed. Hold him open. Wide.
"Don't even think about it," I whisper against his skin. My mouth still warm around his dick, my fingers still pumping inside him. He whines.
"You gonna cum already?" I murmur, tongue flicking his tip. "Just from this? From my fingers and a little tongue?" He tries to answer, but his voice cracks. I thrust my fingers deep, slam into that spot again. His back arches. And I love it. The way he shakes. The way his body begs without speaking. The way I have to hold him down to stop him from squirming away.
Because that's what I like most. Watching him try to escape the pleasure I'm giving him. Knowing he can't.
Knowing he doesn't really want to. My eyes drag down his body. Fuck every Jasper in the world. Every smug little piece of shit who ever thought he deserved this.
This view. This body. These sounds. They don't get it. They don't get him like this. They don't get to see his thighs shaking. They don't get to feel him twitch around their fingers. They don't get to hear that wrecked fucking moan when you hit the spot.
I do. I earned this. And now it's my turn. I move between his legs, eyes always locked on him. "I'm gonna show you," I breathe, lining myself up. "What I wanted to do all fucking day."
To shutyouup when you were teasing.
