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Mason seemed of the same mind, and neither of us made a move to sever the connection between us.
Chapter19
Mason
Eventually, Jasper’s cock softened and slipped from my body. His cum leaked from my sore hole, both of us finding great satisfaction in my feeling it. Him watching it.
“Hottest thing ever,” Jasper declared, trailing fingertips through the stickiness over my swollen pucker. Kneeling between my spread thighs, he stared at my ass. “Look at that.” He pressed a single finger inside me, and I hissed. “Fuck, that’s the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen,” he murmured.
His touch stung, but seeing the lust in his eyes when they’d been sated moments before tempted my dick to rouse. I grabbed hold of his shoulder, needing his mouth on mine.
Jasper laved over my torso, gathering up what remained of my spunk with his tongue. Most had smeared or dried between us, but enough lingered that I tasted myself on him when he licked into my mouth.
He settled his weight atop me, and we rubbed on one another with lazy movements, no intentions other than intimacy. No endgame spurring us onward.
“Let me clean you up so we can rest, okay?”
I followed along like a sheep into the shower and allowed Jasper to wash my body. He kissed and caressed every inch of my skin once he finished. I tried to slip to my knees to show him my appreciation, but he wouldn’t have it.
“Spoiling you pleasures me,” he’d murmured against my lips, so I didn’t argue.
One day, I told myself, Jasper would let me take the lead. Not that I had any desire to top him—we were in total agreement about our roles in the relationship—but I wanted to pamper him too.
Jasper passed out in bed before I did, and even though my window unit AC ran cool, the heat of our bodies entwined from head to toes became too much.
I eased from his hold and lay on my back, working through my emotions since my mind refused to rest.
Jasper’s sweetness, his forgiving nature, seemed like a fairy tale. I wasn’t sure I was worthy of his love. We hadn’t used the L word, but I’d experienced the emotion he felt toward me when he moved inside me. Caressed me. Kissed me. All he did wasgivefrom beginning to completion every time we came together. I’d never met such a selfless man hellbent on showing me my worth.
I’d dreamed of being on the receiving end of a relationship for so long, but…
But.
Allowing him to love on me in the way he wanted was also a form of giving. I’d never thought it could be that way, beautiful and fulfilling—until Jasper.
If things had gone badly from the onset of our conversation, if he’d walked away…
I couldn’t even think about it.
Shaking my head at the panic that attempted to rise inside me, I shifted to my side and retrieved my cell off my bedside table. It was after eleven, and even though Kellen had a client that night, I wanted to let him know that everything had turned out perfectly.
The message looked like a novel, but I poured the bulk of Jasper’s and my exchange in one text and sent it off, not expecting a reply until morning.
My chest felt light. My heart at ease. Even my mind stayed quiet as I clasped my cell atop my chest, remembering how slowly Jasper had brought me to orgasm. Long, drawn-out strokes, pegging my prostate like a goddamned pro, his slick hand jacking me with a firm, sure grasp—
A ding pulled me from the edge of arousal, and I lifted my phone to find Kellen had replied.
Kellen:I’m happy for you. So glad it went well.
Me:Are you off the clock?
Kellen:Yeah, thank fuck. Tonight was one of those clients where shit felt wrong from the start, you know? Uncomfortable. Stilted conversation.
Me:Ugh. Yeah, I hear you.
Kellen:The sex at the end was good at least. We both got off, and I left him satisfied. Job accomplished?
I chuckled, having wondered the same quite a few times myself.Was he a new client?
