Page 21 of Rescued
His tongue slips past my lips, grazing mine as he kisses me deeper. He tangles his fingers in my hair, angling my head the way he wants.
I let him. Hell, Iwanthim to. This is the easy part. Letting him take what he wants from me? Letting him in this way? Simple.
Rocking his hips, he grinds his hardening cock against me, and I slide my hands up his back, then drag my blunt nails down his skin. His breath catches, his cock swelling further.
I rock up against him, letting my body take control.
His mouth leaves mine, trailing lower. He presses slow, deliberate kisses along my jaw, down my throat, and then he sucks on my collarbone. I arch and whine and gasp. This. This is what I need. Quiet brain. Just Jasper’s mouth and nothing else.
Surging back up, he slams his mouth onto mine.
Slipping a hand between us, he fumbles with my underwear, pulling them down until the elastic band is tucked beneath my balls, and then he gives my cock a long, slow stroke.
This. This this this. Safety. Affection in the only way I deserve.
Jasper’s tongue tangles with mine as he strokes me. After a few seconds, he pulls his own cock out, pressing them together in his grip.
“Fuck,” I choke out, lifting my hips and grinding up into his hand.
“My beautiful baby boy,” he croons. “How I love having you like this. Does that feel good?”
All I can manage is a breathy whine. My toes curl and my legs tense as he thrusts against my cock, his pre-cum mixing with mine and easing the glide.
Bracing himself above me with one hand, he grips my hip tightly with the other. Dropping more of his weight on top of me, he ruts against me, our cocks trapped together between the heat of our stomachs.
Ugh, this feels so fucking good. “More,” I rasp out, though I’m not really sure what I’m asking for.
Jasper’s tongue slips into my mouth, his lips moving desperately against mine, and he rocks his hips faster. A sheen of sweat breaks out over my skin, further slicking our cocks.
Everything is so warm and wet, and heat is climbing, climbing, climbing up my spine, my entire body on edge and ready to explode.
“So close,” I whine. Jasper doubles down, kissing me deeper as he grinds into me harder. I break our kiss with a gasping breath. “Oh, that’s—that’s…”
“Goddamn,” he groans. “Come for me, baby boy.”
My cock pulses and explodes, soaking the space between us as I claw at his back and moans rip from my chest.
“So. Fucking. Hot.”
Each word he says is punctuated with a thrust that has him shuddering hard against me and adding to the mess between us. He keeps thrusting, rocking his hips and dragging our cocks together until I’m a shaking, whimpering mess.
Finally, he slumps against me, burying his face in my throat. My hands come up on instinct, tangling in his thick hair. Our chests heave together until we finally catch our breath.
I’m just coming back to earth when my phone rings from the nightstand. My stomach drops. “I have to get that.”
Jasper hums, nuzzling my throat. “Ignore it.”
It’s Salem’s ringtone. “I can’t ignore it.”
He chuckles, pressing a kiss to my throat. “It’s just a phone call, baby boy. It can wait.”
I shove at his shoulders. “It can’t fucking wait, Jasper. Get off me.”
Jasper goes still, then pushes himself off me.
I scramble out from under him, grabbing my phone and swiping to answer the call. “Hey, sorry.”
“Arlo.” Salem sounds like he’s crying, and my heart clenches.
