Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83586 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“It’s sex. It’s hot.” When I cocked a brow, he continued, “Fuck, this is weird, Sutt. I’ve been tryin’ to figure out how it can be pleasurable—somethin’ goin’ up your ass. But stimulating your prostate is supposed to feel real good. Like, if you can make someone come that way, the orgasm is supposed to be intense. Thinkin’ about a dick in my ass is scary, I can’t lie, but the guys in porn can’t get enough of it.”
My head was spinning. I didn’t know what to say, what to concentrate on first: Jasper watching gay porn, or that he was interested in butt stuff?
“You’re bein’ quiet. You know I’m freakin’ the fuck out here, right? You just caught me watching some guy finger another, and now you ain’t sayin’ anything.”
“Don’t stress out. I’m just tryin’ to wrap my head around it.”
“Aren’t you curious? From what I read, it’s not somethin’ all gay men do—not that we’re gay, but…you know.” He still wasn’t comfortable with the word. I was settling into bi pretty well. “So, it’s not somethin’ we ever have to do. I didn’t know if that’s too…”
“Gay?” I asked. “We’re in love with each other. We might not identify as gay, but I figure in some ways it don’t get any gayer than that. It don’t bother me at all.” We’d been raised to have certain thoughts and feelings about being queer. It never made sense to me, but now I knew it was downright wrong. I just didn’t get it, and I didn’t want to get it. I wanted people to open their damn eyes. Love should always be celebrated. I leaned in, brushed my lips over his jaw. “And yes, I’m curious.”
“I watched…fuck, I watched this guy suck a cock, and you’d’ve thought it was the best thing he’d ever done. Just all this stuff I never thought of…and I don’t know if… It’s hard to think when you’re lovin’ up on my neck like that.”
I smiled into his throat, peppering kisses along his salty skin and lashing it with my tongue. “Good. And we don’t have to rush. I don’t care about the sex as much as I care about havin’ you. I can start it too, when we’re ready. I can try and blow you, and when we fuck, I can be the one to take it.” I couldn’t pretend that nerves didn’t sizzle at the base of my spine, but I wanted all of Jasper that he was willing to give me.
He must have liked that idea because he trembled.
I kissed his throat again, then licked his collarbone. I didn’t know what it was about that bone, but I loved to taste it. That and his Adam’s apple.
“Do you wanna watch with me?” Jasper asked, making my pulse spike.
“Fuck yes. That’s so hot.” I ripped my shirt over my head, making Jasper laugh.
I didn’t expect us to get here this quickly, but it had been over a month of rutting together and me jacking us off. It made sense that we were ready to try new things. I guess I just thought it would be sucking dick where we landed first and not anal play, and hell, maybe we would. Maybe I was jumping the gun, but I was surprised that Jasper had been reading and looking into the ass. Hell, I hadn’t thought about being fucked or even fucking him, and I’d had more time to get used to this.
But I wasn’t complaining. There wasn’t a damn thing I didn’t want with Jasper.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Jasper
I closed and locked the bedroom door while asking Sutton if he’d done the same with the front. I knew he did, but it was something I obsessed about now. My fear was that we’d be together and Mama would come in and catch us, that she’d freak out and tell Dad and I’d lose Sutton just when I finally got him. Either that, or I’d have to lose them.
He stripped out of his clothes, then grabbed my laptop. “Bigger.” He pumped his brows.
“Your cock is bigger than it was five minutes ago too,” I teased. I hadn’t touched him much yet, at least not there, but as I took him in, how thick he was, the way he curved slightly, the nest of dark hair and his heavy balls, I had to admit I was curious.
Just like I was about…that other stuff. I was still trying to figure out how to tell Sutton I wanted him to try and touch my hole and not the other way around. My insides kept telling me it was something I shouldn’t want, but there was no denying that I did. I hadn’t settled on how to get comfortable with it yet.
Sutton lay on my bed, hard and ready, looking eager and like he didn’t feel any of the nerves that played chase in my gut.