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I press my lips to the top of his spine, dragging them down slowly, and when I reach the small of his back, I pause.
Arlo’s still, his body taut and ready.
Moving between his legs, I lie on my stomach, then grip his hips and jerk him down the bed until his ass is right in my face.
Chapter 27
Arlo
Jasperistryingtokill me. He’s trying to break me. That has to be it. Joke’s on him. I want to be broken. As long as he’s the one doing it. As long as he’s the one who puts me all back together again.
A moan punches from me as he buries his face between the globes of my ass. He doesn’t waste time. There’s no buildup. There’s no teasing. There’s just Jasper and his insistent mouth, licking and kissing and rubbing against my hole.
I inhale sharply, trying like hell to stay quiet. It’s a losing battle. I bury my face in the pillow instead, doing what I can to muffle the sounds.
His fingers tighten, and his tongue slips inside me. I nearly jolt off the bed, the pleasure so intense that my vision whites out.
It’s great. Fucking insane and intense, and it has my toes curling, but it’s been so long. Too long. I need him inside me. His cock. I need his cock.
I open my mouth to say exactly that when he slides a finger in alongside his tongue. My body jolts, my cock throbbing. “Ungh, fuck,” I gasp.
Jasper works his finger over my prostate, circling his tongue around my hole, and it nearly sends me over the edge.
“I need you inside me,” I rasp out, my stomach tensing.
This is too much. Too much and not enough.
A second finger joins the first, his tongue not slowing as he starts pumping them in and out of me.
“Baby.” I nearly choke on the word. It’s been so long, and I’m on a hair trigger. If he keeps going, I’m gonna lose it. “Jasper,” I whine.
He presses against my prostate again, ruthless and relentless, and I gasp, tingles racing up and down my spine. “Too close,” I breathe.
It’s rare that I come this way, but if he doesn’t stop, I’m going to. I can feel it building, my balls drawing up tight to my body.
Jasper moans against my hole, and the vibration sends a shockwave through me.
He pulls his fingers out. Thank fuck. Thank fucking fuck. When he sits back, I think he’s going to stretch me fully and fuck me. At this point, I don’t even care if he stretches me more. I want the burn. I want to feel him. I want to be reminded that I’m his. That we’re in this together.
I’m starting to believe I’m more than sex. It would be impossible not to, given the path of our relationship, but Ineedit. Need him. Need, need, need.
“Fuck me,” I breathe. “Please, please.”
“Not yet, baby boy.” A shiver races down my spine at his tone. “Roll onto your back.”
I roll over without thinking, staring up at him. God, he’s so fucking beautiful. His hair is wild, his lips swollen and glistening with spit.
Making eye contact with him, I hook an arm under my thigh and pull my leg back, exposing myself.
Jasper holds eye contact for a second, then he drops his gaze.
“Please,” I whisper.
His eyes snap to mine, his throat bobbing heavily. “Let me finish prepping you.”
I shake my head. “I’m okay. Just go slow.”
I’m sure he’s going to tell me no, but he doesn’t. He reaches into the nightstand and pulls out a bottle of lube, pouring some into his palm with a shaking hand before stroking himself until his cock is wet with it.
