Page 17 of Taste of Surrender
Grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch, I draped it over me and then offered to share with Jasper. He nodded and moved closer, so I spread the blanket out over us. Our legs pressed together, and the blanket shielded our contact from view. Unable to follow along with the movie, I slowly slid my hand to his leg and trailed my fingers up his thigh. His breath caught, and he swallowed, but didn’t take his stare away from the TV.
Inch by inch, my hand moved up his leg, and when I couldn’t go any higher, I walked my fingers to the bulge in his shorts. He groaned and then cleared his throat before leaning over to grab his can of soda from the side table next to him. He took a sip, returned it, then leaned back. He glanced over at me, and I mouthed, “Relax.”
With his family a few feet from us, I wasn’t going to go any further than keeping my hand on the outside of his cargo pants. Instead, I caressed his dick and felt it stiffen beneath my touch. My own cock was hardening, like it wanted to break through the zipper of my jeans, and I wished the movie would end. I wasn’tsure what would happen when it did, but since I had yet to kiss him all day, I knew I wanted to give him a proper birthday kiss before the night was over.
I looked over at his parents to see that his mom had fallen asleep, and his dad was playing a game on his phone. Jesse was still engrossed in his, probably texting with Olivia. If only everyone would go to sleep, then I could get what I really wanted.
Jasper leaned over and whispered, “You need to stop before we’re caught.”
I nodded and withdrew my hand. Without a word, I stood and went to the bathroom, where I waited a few minutes for my dick to calm down. Just as I was about to leave, a faint knock rapped on the door. I opened it to see Jasper on the other side.
“I told everyone I was going to bed,” he said.
“Oh,” I breathed.
“Jesse wants to go meet up with Olivia.”
“Okay.” I nodded. I got it. Jesse was in love and was just being a good brother. Now that the birthday boy was going to bed, he could leave.
“I’m going to sleep with the window open.”
I blinked at Jasper’s words as I tried to understand why he was telling me, and then it clicked. “Oh. Okay.”
“Have a good night.” He winked and walked to his room. Once I heard the click of the lock, I went back to the living room where Jesse was waiting.
“I’m headed to Liv’s,” he said when he saw me.
“Yeah, sure. I’ll head home,” I lied.
Jesse’s dad turned off the TV and then woke his wife as I headed to the front door. Pretending to go to my house a few doors down, I walked down the sidewalk until Jesse got into his car and drove away. Turning back around, I moved toward theside gate of their house, opened it quietly, and then shut it softly behind me.
Tiptoeing to Jasper’s window, I saw the light shining through the open window and I hurried over. “Psst,” I called out.
He scrambled off his bed, rushed to the window, and whispered, “Did my parents go to bed?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.”
I hoisted myself up and into his bedroom. I’d never stepped foot inside it before—never needed to. It wasn’t much different from Jesse’s or mine. It had a full-size bed, plus a nightstand and dresser that matched. On the desk was a laptop and what looked like homework next to it. What differed from mine and his brother’s room was the cookbooks scattered around instead of magazines likeRolling Stone.
Keeping my voice low, I said, “I like your room.”
“Thanks so … um …”
“You want me to finish what I started?” I grinned, and he nodded. “Then get on your bed.”
He did, and I climbed on beside him. He lay on his back as I once again trailed my hand up his thigh and then over to his bulge.
“You know, this would be easier if you weren’t wearing pants.”
“Okay,” he breathed and then got to work, unbuttoning them and lowering his fly. “What about you?”
“You want my jeans off too?” I smirked.
“Fuck yeah,” he replied.
“All right.”
