Page 39 of Glass & Groundwork
“Can I touch you?”
Fuuuck!I wanted that so bad. Somewhere in my mind I knew I should say no, but with him staring at me so intently, I couldn’t grasp a reason why. My throat felt too thick and words were out of my reach. “Mmm,” was all I could manage.
Jasper added more lube to his hand and reached across. I wanted to watch and I didn’t all at once. My eyes closed tight and my head fell back against the headboard when his fingers wrapped around my shaft.
“Is this okay?” He asked gently.
Another hummed response came from me.
“You can tell me to stop any time and I will.” Jasper’s hold on me was light as he stroked once, sending ripples of pleasure through my entire body. God, it had been so long. So fucking long since someone else touched me. I didn’t know how badly I needed it, and now that it was happening, I couldn’t let it stop.
I swallowed to free my voice. “Don’t. Don’t stop.”
“Yes,Daddy,” Jasper teased, and fuck if that didn’t go right to my balls. His grip tightened and I felt my hips thrust up, needing to push into his fist. He began stroking earnestly; squeezing, twisting, sliding a thumb around the head. His pace picked up and I was breathing hard trying not to explode right away.
“Feels so good,” I moaned and thrust into his hand again. Another sound joined in and I realized Jasper was working himself, too. Holy hell. The man had us in each of his hands and it was too much to take. Forcing my eyes open, I reached over and covered his hand on his cock with mine. He gave me a nod and let me take his place. Why had I waited so long to have my hands on another man’s dick? There was something about it that felt so much better than my own, especially hearing the sounds that came out of Jasper as I stroked him.
“Fuck, Gio, yes!” Jasper panted.
At the sound of my name on his lips with his hand on my cock and mine on his, it pushed me over the edge. Release ripped through me, pulling from every part of my body, years in the making, waiting for a moment like this.
“Shit! Holy shit! Fuck! Shit!” Words tumbled out of me as spurt after spurt shot out of me. My vision blurred and my toes curled with the force of the orgasm.
“I’m… so close. Faster, Daddy,” Jasper whispered in a tight voice. I gripped him hard and pumped my hand until his cock tensed beneath it. Jasper cursed as streams of cum coated my hand and glistened in the hair around his belly button. Damn! What an incredible sight it was! I loosened my hold on him, though I didn’t want to let go, not ready to lose the feeling of his dick in my hand.
Jasper was breathing hard and I was unable to look away. Beautiful. He was so beautiful. The actors were still going at it with endless stamina and many positions, but none of it mattered. All I saw was him.
Jasper’s hand sat on my thigh next to my now-flacid dick and he gave me a blissed out smile complete with glassy eyes. The contented look and the long sigh that fell from him made my heart flutter. With his free hand he reached over and stopped the video, closing the laptop.
“You doing okay over there?” He asked with lidded eyes.
“Yeah. Yes. That was… damn, I think I really needed that.” If I said anymore I might start confessing things I wasn’t ready to confess. But this platonic, mutual need ordeal meant so much more to me than a simple friend thing could. Perhaps it was because Jasper was the first one to touch me in a lifetime, but it was more than that. The connection I felt, the way I admired him, it made it so much bigger.
Jasper’s eyes opened enough to scan over me and the mess I’d made on my tank top and he smirked sleepily. “I’d say so. I did, too. That was really fun.”
It was a little awkward initially, but it was intense, erotic as hell, and strangely endearing, too. Yes, fun. Jasper was fun, something I didn’t realize I’d been missing.
Jasper was already falling asleep and I allowed myself a moment to admire his beautiful naked form beside me. The smattering of dark hair on his chest, the hair around his belly button that always caught my eye when he was shirtless or wore crop tops, and the trail that led down to the nest of curls above his cock. Every inch of him was stunning. And… here I was ogling him, making me feel like a creep, so I got up to retrieve a wash cloth to help me clear my head while Jasper stayed in bed to rest.
I stripped out of my soiled tank and, glancing back at the bed, decided not to put another one on. The temptation to sleep without my shorts was high, but I needed to maintain some sort of self-control. I didn’t want Jasper to wake up and think I was expecting more to happen. This was a one-off, a release we both needed. That was all.
After using the bathroom, and washing my hands, I returned to the bed. Wiping the warm, damp cloth over Jasper’s hand and stomach, he hummed and smiled in his sleep, before scooting closer to me.
Not wanting to pull away, I threw the cloth on the ground to deal with later and laid down. Within seconds, Jasper was laying on top of me, his head nestled beneath my chin. We were bare chest to bare chest for the first time and it was a wonderful sensation. I lightly ran my hand over his back, loving the way his smooth skin felt beneath my touch. He wriggled, as if he could get any closer than he already was.
I pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head, and whispered, “Goodnight, Jasper.”
Jasper let out a sigh and mumbled, “Goodnight, Daddy.”
I was prepared to be up all night, freaking out over what happened, but I was too sated and relaxed from the orgasm Jasper had wrung from me and from his naked body wrapped around mine. In fact, I’d slept harder than I had in a long time. Hard enough that I didn’t want to get up when my alarm went off. It was Jasper who crawled across me to dismiss the alarm on my phone, before stretching and sitting up, his lean body on display, and the tufts of his armpit hair looking rather inviting as his arms reached over his head.
He looked down, catching me staring at him, and smiled. “How are you feeling this morning?”
“Like I’m not ready to move.” I didn’t have an answer beyond that, not sure I was ready to think about what happened between us, or what it meant. Mostly, I felt really good, and I wanted to simply exist in that feeling for a little while longer.
“You don’t have to. You can stay right there for as long as you want. If anybody asks, you can tell them your husband said so.”
A contented smile stretched my lips. I was really starting to like the way that sounded. Husband. We’d been using it jokingly, but the more time I spent with Jasper and the more he used it, the more I wanted it to be true. Maybe I wasn’t in the clearest headspace to think about it with the handjob session so fresh in my mind making the lines all very murky.
