“I’ll do my best.”
He had joggers on, his go-to trousers for ease of access these days, and I suspected that was all he had on. I ran my hands up his thighs, the muscles firm under the soft material, and he groaned, shoving a hand under the waistband and palming his cock.
Yeah, definitely going commando.
“Hey,” I murmured, stroking my thumbs along the top of his thighs, waiting from him to look at me. “That’s my job. Hand off.”
Instead he grinned and pushed his joggers down as much as he could with one hand, so I could see what he was doing. Long fingers wrapped around the length of his dick, each lazy stroke making him harder as I watched.
He licked his lips, drawing the bottom one into his mouth, and I was torn between watching the hand on his dick or getting lost in the heat of his gaze. Both set my blood on fire, and I wanted to touch him so badly, to pin him against the sofa and fuck him hard.
But that could wait.
For now, I reached up and helped him out of his joggers, pulling them slowly down his legs and tossing them aside on the carpet.
Thighs were my kryptonite. Especially solid, toned, and hairy ones like Jasper’s, and I took a moment to appreciate how they felt under my palms. The soft hair tickled my skin as I slowly ran my hands up and down, getting higher with each pass.
He was still stroking his cock, slower now, as though waiting for me to take over any second. I looked up at him to find him watching me, eyes dark and full of a heat that made my toes curl and my jeans tight.
Without breaking eye contact, I knelt up and reached for him, wrapping my fingers around his. “Let me.”
With a slow smile, Jasper let go and settled back against the cushions.
I stroked him a few times, enjoying the weight of him in my hand, then leant forward and licked a stripe over the head of his cock. I grinned at his sharp intake of breath, loving the moan that followed as I slowly sucked him deep. Jasper wasn’t afraid of being vocal, and his sounds filled the room as I moved my mouth up and down his shaft. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on getting him close to the edge.
His fingers clutched the ends of the sofa, digging in as I ran my tongue up his length, tracing the vein there, before pulling off.
“Fuck.” Jasper looked down at me, pupils blown. “You bloody tease.” He glared at me, and I laughed before taking pity on him and putting my mouth back on his cock.
“Yeah... like that.”
I glanced up to see his eyes closed, head tilted back.
This time I didn’t stop, sliding up and down his dick as he grunted and moaned.
His fingers found their way into my hair, tugging hard enough to hurt, and the sharp pain went straight to my cock. Holding him steady with one hand, I fumbled at my zip with the other, moaning around him when I got my jeans undone.
“Gonna come,” he muttered. Legs tensing either side of me.
I sucked him deeper, loving the way he stiffened in my mouth.
“Fuck...” His long drawn-out groan filled the room as he came down my throat and I swallowed every drop.
My cock ached with the need to come and I sat back on my knees, wiping my lips as I stared at him. Laying on my sofa, almost melting into the cushions with flushed cheeks and a dazed expression, he’d never looked more appealing.
He eyed me, half-lidded as his gaze dropped to my groin. With a silent invitation, he pulled up the bottom of his T-shirt, putting his flat stomach on show.
Yeah, I didn’t need asking twice.
Shoving out of my too-tight jeans and pulling off my T-shirt, I scrambled onto his lap, careful not to knock his wrist in my haste to straddle him. Gripping my hip with his good hand, he looked up at me and ran his tongue across his bottom lip.
“Come on,” he whispered, giving my hip a squeeze.
I grabbed my cock and began to stroke myself off, slow and lazy at first, wanting to last as long as I could.
“When I have two working hands,” he murmured, massaging the skin over my hip bone, “I’m going to hold you steady while I suck your dick, get my tongue right in the slit as I wrap my mouth around the head.” I closed my eyes, balls drawing up as I tightened my grip. “Then I’m going to slick my fingers with lube, get them nice and slippery, and finger fuck you until you’re writhing on the bed, begging for my co—”
I came with a strangled cry, painting his stomach in sticky stripes as my orgasm raced through me.
