And yet he pushes me further than anyone else, which I love. At school he put more pressure on me. Also with ballet.
“So fucking good.” This hot little mouth, Sloane. Sucking cock like you were born for it. You have no idea how good you feel wrapped around my cock. It’s fucking addictive.
He pushes hard and I make a soft gagging noise, tears blurring my vision as I pinch my nipples.
“Is it too much, darling?”
I shake my head vigorously and hum along his length, squeezing my legs together and feeling the wetness slip between them. It is too far, from a logical point of view.
But I like it. Really, really.
He laughs, hand on my waist.
“So fucking hungry.” His fingers lightly tap the top of my thigh. Open up for me.
His hand presses the inside of my thigh, guiding it towards the bed so that I am completely exposed to him as he fucks my mouth non-stop. Far, but not so far that I gag again.
“Whose pussy is this, Sloane?”
He slaps me and I hear how wet I am over my moans. I say a muffled ‘yours’ around his cock, because he doesn’t pull back to give me a break.
-That’s how it is. -His voice is so low that I almost don’t hear him.
There is too much. I feel too much. He is too much.
His expert fingers run through me and my hips buck toward him, rising from the bed.
I’m ready to cum, ready to let him pull me apart piece by piece and see how it happens.
If I’ve learned anything in the last few days, it’s that Jasper enjoys telling me what to do and seeing how I do it.
That alone can make her hard. That alone can make me wet. So I guess it works for us. Just like this position does.
His cock is in my mouth and he follows that rhythm between my legs with a single finger. Is not sufficient. I want more. I want that fullness when I explode. And I’m so close.
My body must give me away, the excitement dripping down my legs combines perfectly with the saliva on my cheek.
“Do you like me filling you, Sloane?” It looks like it is. He leans forward, pressing his wicked mouth to the top of my naked pussy. Although it seems like you’ve been spoiled.
His sloppiness gets on my nerves when he sprays my lower abdomen with his mouth and makes me squirm under him.
A spoiled little princess who needs to learn to be patient.
With one last kiss on my navel, he leaves my body. From the bed, from my space, from my mouth.
It leaves me empty, throbbing and so fucking needy.
“Jasper!” “I moan his name.” Are you kidding me right now?
I hear clothes rustle behind me before he says, “Come on, Sunny.” We have to get going.
-I just need…
Sloane. The cold tone of his voice prevents my hand from continuing to slide down my body. I know I don’t need to tell you that you’re only allowed to touch my pussy when I say so.
I can’t help it. I laugh and run my hands over my face, exasperated.
God help me, Gervais. I wish I could go back and tell my teenage self what awaits him ten years from now. He would have collapsed on the spot.
I hear his deep laugh, which penetrates me to the bones. The one that reminds me of her teenage and shy version. Which remains a facet of the complicated man he is today.
“If you come back, be sure to tell him that his face is covered in drool and that it’s time for him to get his fine ass out of bed.”
“I hate you,” I reply, laughing.
But I always laugh at the wrong time.
And right now I’m laughing because I don’t hate Jasper at all.
I love him. I love him like that girl from ten years ago would never have imagined.
-Do you miss dancing?
Our conversation started off choppy on the long ride home because all I could think about was holding Jasper down and riding his cock until I got rid of the annoying orgasm that was consuming me. Finally, his erection subsided and his jeans became less taut. Unfortunately for me, I think my underwear might not be salvageable.
But then we started talking about hockey and I became interested in more than just the pain between my legs. He told me his plans for when he returns to Calgary. The training. Sports therapy. He eats specific types of foods, which sound like a lot of turkey and salmon.
His enthusiasm is contagious. It’s so easy to get caught up in him when he’s upbeat and carefree like he is now.
The sun is shining and the roads are perfect. I cherish these moments with him.
“Not like I thought.” Or well, I should say yes, but I think I was only missing it because I would have rather been running repeatedly through the same pointless choreography while being yelled at in Russian than planning a wedding with someone I didn’t want to marry.
Phew. I really know how to kill a relaxing moment, right? Jasper momentarily squeezes the steering wheel and there is a thick silence. I try not to laugh at how I arrived and dropped an A bomb on our happy journey without even trying.
But he still lets out an amused chuckle.
“My God, Sunny. Jasper’s lips twist and his head shakes.
I laugh into my hands for a minute before regaining my composure.
“Anyway, for a couple of weeks now, I don’t miss him the same way. I’ve been sad but not stressed, if that makes any sense. I wanted to dance to get all the anxiety out of my body, to get tired enough to not think too much. But dancing in Summer’s gym was… relaxing somehow. Nobody looked at me. He played the music he wanted. I did the choreography I wanted . I just had to be myself, and that was therapeutic, I think. Nobody told me what I could or couldn’t do.
“Until I rolled over there,” Jasper grumbles darkly.
I laugh a little and walk over to the console, hoping to pass off the accidental brush of his cock as a reassuring pat on the leg.
My hand rests on his muscular quadriceps, sliding inward.
-Yes, but the difference is that I like it when you do it. I want you to do it. I told you to do it.
His cheeks twitch with the effort of hiding a smile. My fingers move between his legs and my pinky moves to travel along his impressive length.
Sunny.
I glance at him out of the corner of my eye, putting an expression of false innocence on my face.
“Yes, Jas?”
-What do you think you’re doing?
“Patting your leg?” I curl my lips, keeping my eyes as open as possible.
“This innocent look on your face is adorable when just a few hours ago I hung your head off that four-poster bed and watched you choke on my cock.
I immediately get hot spots on my face. I put a hand on my chest and move away from him.