He’s not wrong. Besides, I don’t want him to stop if I move too much.
I blow out a deep breath, forcing myself to go slack.
“Good boy,” Jasper murmurs, and a shiver races down my spine.
His mouth closes over the head of my cock, and he takes me deep, deep enough that his throat tightens with a fought-back gag. My eyes roll back as I try to stay still. Looking up, I catch sight of Jasper’s cock, still barely peeking out from behind the waistband of his jeans.
It’s glistening, the tip red and flushed, pre-cum leaking out as he fucks his throat with my cock.
Heat rushes through me. It’s been so long. Too long, even though it’s only been a couple of weeks, and I find myself closer to the edge far sooner than I’d like. To be fair, Jasper did say this needed to be quick.
“I’m gonna come,” I choke out, wishing I could tangle my fingers in his hair to help ground me.
He hums around me, swirling his tongue as he bobs up and down. It’s unreal. The heat. The wet slide. The suction. It’s everything. My body quakes, the first trembles of my orgasm taking me over as my cock pulses against his tongue.
“I—” I inhale, my ribs twinging a bit under the force. “Almost there,” I gasp out, digging my nails into my palms.
Jasper lifts his hand from my hip and gently grips my balls, rolling them in his hand as I choke on a moan, my body going taut and hot as I explode in his mouth.
He swallows over and over, spit and cum leaking past his lips and down to my balls.
I’m moaning incoherently, babbling words that don’t make sense.
When the last pulses of my orgasm wash through me, Jasper pulls off, standing up quickly and tugging his pants down to fully free his cock.
His big hand grips the base, and he gives himself a slow stroke, his eyes not leaving mine.
I tilt my head back until the head of his cock is dangerously close to my mouth, and I stick my tongue out. The head glances off my tongue with each of his strokes, and I can’t help but moan each time it does.
“You’re gonna look so pretty wearing my cum, baby boy,” Jasper rasps, his hand picking up speed.
I whimper, sticking my tongue out further.
Jasper’s chest heaves, a loud moan ripping from him as he strokes himself hard and fast.
One, two, three strokes, and a burst of cum shoots out, painting my tongue, lips, and chin.
I moan, licking it off as the second ribbon covers my cheek, and my eyes fall shut just in time for cum to land across my eyelid and my upper cheek.
Jasper’s moans fade, and his ragged breathing takes their place.
“You look gorgeous like this, baby boy. I think you should always be covered in my cum.”
I smile. “Feeling possessive?”
I startle when Jasper licks at my lips and chin. For a second, I’m confused, but then his tongue is pushing past my lips, and he’s feeding his cum to me through a sloppy, upside-down kiss.
When he pulls away, he kisses my forehead. “Sit tight. I’m gonna get something to clean you up.”
I think I’d be content to be covered in him all day, but it’s probably not the best idea to be lying around like this. I need to be focusing on healing, and putting this much strain on my neck isn’t gonna get me anywhere.
A few seconds later, Jasper comes back into the bedroom, and I smile when he carefully wipes his cum off my face.
He chuckles. “Got some in your hair, baby boy. You’ll probably want to shower before you go to the diner.”
My smile grows wider. “No problem.”
I’m just thankful I can shower on my own now.
