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I give back as good as I’m getting, tangling my tongue with his, sliding my fingers into his white-gray hair, and tugging hard. Fuck.
“More,” I rasp against his lips.
I never thought this could happen. Never thought he’d want me this way. But now I’m frantic. Desperate. My dick is pulsing with each beat of my heart, my stomach twisting with want.
If all I get is a night, I want to make the most of it.
Pulling me away from the door, Jasper grips my ass in one big hand, then wraps the other around my waist.
He’s walking, carrying me through the living room. His mouth doesn’t leave mine. Not even for a second. My leg glances off a wall, Jasper’s shoulder slams into the other, and even still, he doesn’t slow down or stop kissing me.
I’ve gotta be dreaming. No way this is actually happening.
“Arlo,” he breathes against my mouth. “Arlo, Arlo, Arlo.”
The lust-drunk way he’s saying my name forces a moan from my lips. I guess I’m not dreaming after all. He never sounds that hot in my dreams. Thatreal.
We shift, and then I’m being laid across a soft bed, and Jasper is crawling over me, settling his weight on my body.
“What do you want?” he asks softly. “You can have anything. I’ll give you anything.”
Fuck.Anything?He can’t mean that. “I want to suck you off.”
He rolls onto his back, and the sound of his zipper startles me. “Go right ahead, sweetheart.”
He’s really gonna let me do whatever I want? By the time I sit up and look down at him, he’s shimmying out of his pants. His cock is hard, glistening at the tip with pre-cum.
“Wait.”
He stops, looking up at me with wide eyes. “Yeah? You okay?”
I nod slowly, staring at his cock. “Anything I want?”
“Anything, Arlo.”
“Will you fuck me after?”
He laughs. “I’m old, sweetheart. I only get so much stamina.”
“Okay, then I want to be fucked.”
If this is my only chance, I want it all. I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t get to feel him inside me, stretching me open and making me writhe on him.
Rolling me onto my back, Jasper hovers over me. “Are you sure?”
“Positive. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I know it doesn’t mean anything. I won’t get attached. I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”
Something about that makes him frown. “Arlo…”
“Please,” I say softly. “Please.”
He studies me for a second, indecision flashing in his eyes. I hold my breath, waiting to see what he’s going to say. Finally, fucking finally, he nods. His lips find mine again, but only for a second.
“Let’s get you undressed.”
I nod frantically.
Jasper sits up, then whips his shirt over his head before unfastening my jeans and pulling them down, along with my briefs. I lift my hips to help him, grinning when he tosses them to the side. He brushes a huge hand up my thigh, staring at where he’s touching me. His lips are parted, eyes dark, and pupils dilated. “You are so fucking stunning. God, I can’t believe this.”
