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Okay, so remember the boys were going to take a little break? Well, they did. But, apparently, I am unable to write a chapter that doesn't contain a lemon. It's like OCLD or something – Obsessive Compulsive Lemon Disease.

EPOV

We woke in a tangle of limbs the next morning. I was sore all over but in a good way. Like I'd had a really good workout and hadn't stretched enough after. Which is exactly what had occurred, when you think about it.

I looked at Jasper. His blond head was resting on my shoulder, his arm thrown across me. I could feel his morning wood pressing against my leg. Jesus, that cock of his. I wanted to build a shrine to it. The way he'd fucked me last night would've brought me to my knees, if I hadn't already been on them. And when he'd groaned out my name over and over during his climax, it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever heard in my entire fucking life, except for him admitting that he loved me.

I yawned and closed my eyes. It was Saturday and I had no-where to be. I still felt completely sated and relaxed. Three consecutive mind-blowing orgasms will do that to a man. And even though I absolutely loved being sexual with Jasper, today I wanted to just hang out with him. Maybe go for a run or go grocery shopping or something. Nothing fancy. I hoped he'd be of the same mind.

After about twenty minutes I felt him stir. I opened my eyes to immediately become lost in Jasper's light blue gaze.

"Morning, beautiful," he said softly.

"Morning, Master," I replied, grinning.

"Hmmm. I could get used to that. How's your ass? You're on your back, so it can't be that bad."

I wiggled my ass against the sheets. "Feels like I got a real good hiding from someone who knew what they were doing."

"Mm hm," he puckered his lips for a kiss and I obliged. I'd never get over how soft his lips were. But his stubble scratched against my own.

"We need to shave," I said.

"No kidding. But I like it." He reached out and touched my stubbly cheek.

"You like it rough, huh?"

"You know it, baby." He pushed his cock against me.

"Jasper. I need, like, at least twelve hours before I do anymore boy loving."

His forehead wrinkled in the cutest way as he regarded me with concern. "Aw, sweetie, did I wear you out?"

"Fuck, Jasper. Having sex with you is like running a marathon. I need to be in training."

He grinned and sat up, shaking the blond hair out of his face. "Oh, baby. You are in training. And I can't wait for the next session."

I groaned. "Babe, I'm serious. I need some recovery time or my goddamn dick is gonna fall off."

He pushed the sheet back so he could look at it. We both did. The stupid thing was standing tall, of course.

"Now, that would be a shame." He leaned down and kissed the tip very gently. Then he covered it with the sheet again. "So, what do you want to do then? I've got nowhere to be today."

"Me neither. Wanna go for a run?"

He nodded. "Sure. Can you lend me some sweatpants and a t-shirt?"

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We ran about 4 k that morning, laughing and joking and ogling each other like teenagers. Jasper looked ridiculously sexy in my grey jogging pants and black t-shirt. I loved the way he looked in my clothes.

We had no trouble matching our pace and choosing a route. We were good running partners. And I almost killed myself laughing when Jasper collided with a newspaper bin cause he was ogling me. Of course, all that earned me was a slap on the ass. When we got back to my place we showered and shaved. Separately. I was holding firm on my no sex for twelve hours rule even though watching Jasper run had turned me on.

Once we were clean and dressed I convinced him to accompany me to the Safeway. I desperately needed to stock my kitchen and I really wanted to cook for him.

It surprised me how much fun it was doing ordinary domestic shit with Jasper. It sure beat doing it alone. It turned out we were both compulsive label readers, decrying the state of government regulation on false advertising in the food industry. And Jasper seemed to get a weird kind of enjoyment from feeling fruits and vegetables to test their ripeness. When I made fun of him he told me he was extremely tactile and visual, and that's part of what made him a good Dom. I rolled my eyes but I kind of believed that shit; it sort of made sense.

He insisted on paying for half of the bill, which was a sweet gesture. I mean, we weren't fucking living together; at least, not yet. Maybe never. Part of me was attracted to the idea. The other part of me was scared to death of Jasper having access to me 24/7. I mean, Christ. I'd never get anything done and I'd have to invent some sort of chair that didn't required ass contact.

Okay, maybe I was being melodramatic. It's not like I wasn't equally to blame for our crazy sexcapades. And I was really enjoying the easy camaraderie that we seemed to have outside of the bedroom. Maybe living with Jasper wasn't entirely out of the question. But it was a bit early to consider it.

When we got back to my place he helped me put the groceries away and kept his hands to himself. Although, now that I'd had a bit of a break, I was starting to feel a bit horny again. I mean, how the fuck could I help it? Here was this hot blond sex god in my kitchen, reaching up to put things away in the cupboard. His t-shirt rode up when he did, revealing a bit of his snake tattoo and his fine abs and the top of his happy trail …

"Edward."

"What?" I realized I was staring at his belly, a jar of spaghetti sauce in my hand.

"You said twelve hours," he smirked, closing the cupboard and approaching me slowly. "It hasn't even been six."

I shrugged. "I think I overestimated."

He nodded and took my face in his hands, kissing me tenderly, sweetly and taking his damn time. My pulse quickened and I opened myself to him, like I always did. I put down the jar of sauce. My hands slid under his shirt and smoothed over the slight hair on his taught belly, then moved up to those wonderful barbells. He moaned into my mouth when my fingers found them, and kissed me harder. He pressed his erection against me, pinning me against the counter. His mouth sucked the breath out of me and then slid down over my chin and down my throat. He kissed and licked at my Adam's apple as my eyes closed in pleasure.

"Jasper …"

He continued to kiss my throat and neck and lips as I caressed and teased him. My dick was so hard now. Then I felt him smile and shake his head slowly as he backed away.

"What …"

"Edward. I think we should wait. At least until after supper."

"Jasper, I'm fine, I'm good …"

"Oh baby, I know. But this will be another great lesson in restraint."

I gripped the counter ledge and glared at him. "You fucking control freak."

He raised his eyebrows. "Insults will get you nowhere, baby. They'll only make me firmer in my resolve."

"Firmer, eh?"

He laughed, adjusting his erection. "Cute. Come on. Let's finish this and go see a matinee or something."

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We went to the movies. And I was a good boy.

We came back to my place and made a stir-fry and salad. When he finished his meal, Jasper pushed his chair away from the table. The look he gave me caused me to put my fork down even though I wasn't finished.

"You're dessert."

"What?"

"I have plans for you that involve chocolate body paint," he said with a lovely little smile.

My eyes widened and my cock twitched. "That sounds … remarkably tame for you."

He grinned and put his hands behind his head. "It's nice to just have some fun once in a while."

Oh boy. Fun times with Jasper. I am so into that. What he said next left me no doubt that I still needed to remember my place.

"Get my boots."

I grinned and brought his beautiful boots from the entry. He still sat stretched out with his hands behind his head.

"Put them on me and tie them up."

He grinned at my subservient posture as I did as directed. Once both boots were on his feel and tied, I bent and licked each one while looking into his blue eyes.

"Good boy. Now strip and lie down on the bed, on your back."

"Yes, Jasper."

I went to my room and removed my clothes. Then got into position. When Jasper showed up a few moments later, he had his shirt off. He went to the drawer and opened it, taking out the jar of body paint and the silver vibrator. The vibrator had a thin wire attached to a tiny controller, which made it good for anal use. If the whole thing went in, there was a way to get it back out.

My hand automatically went to my cock at the sight of the two items, but Jasper said, "Hands off. That's mine, baby."

I moaned and put my hand back on the bed beside me. "You are such a control freak, Jasper."

"That's no secret. And you wouldn't have it any other way."

I grinned and watched as he lubed up the vibrator and kneeled on the bed between my spread legs. "Knees up, baby."

I bent my knees and watched closely as he pushed the small vibrator slowly into me. It felt amazing and it wasn't even on yet. I met Jasper's gaze.

"Aren't you gonna turn it on?"

"No."

"Fucker."

"Patience, baby. I'll turn it on when I'm ready."

He got off the bed and went into the ensuite. I heard the water running and guessed that he was rinsing the lube off his hands. He sauntered back in and picked up the jar of body paint, stepping up onto my bed and moving to stand over me, one booted foot on each side of my hips.

I stared up at him, my hands automatically finding the hard leather of his boots and rubbing. I moaned, my eyes locked with his. From this angle the bulge in his jeans was obvious and intimidating.

He stood there for a moment, obviously enjoying his position of power over me. Then, in one fluid movement, he sat down between my legs, leaving his booted feet where they were, his knees bent over my thighs.

"Oh fuck …" My hands kept stroking his boots as he opened the jar and regarded my cock. It stood proudly between us. He lifted the brush and painted a line of choclatey goo from the base of my cock to the tip.

"Oh …"

With his other hand he picked up the little controller and switched the vibrator onto a low speed.

I moaned. He continued to paint my cock with chocolate as I touched his boots and enjoyed the pleasant buzzing sensation in my ass.

"I always wanted to paint a masterpiece," Jasper murmured as he painted.

I grinned. "Thank you."

"Feel good?"

"Yes."

"You deserve this, Edward. You were a very good boy today." He spent a few more moments painting me. Then he replaced the brush and set down the jar. "Hands off the boots for a second."

I reluctantly pulled my hands away and watched as he pushed himself to his feet. He stood over me again and with a playful grin placed his left boot very gently on my chest. My hands moved toward it but he said, "No touching."

I whimpered in frustration, my eyes locked on his boot, my breaths quickening. I clenched my hands into fists. My cock felt weird, my ass felt amazing and the slight weight of his booted foot on my chest and the look of it … fuck!

"Jasper," I begged.

He laughed and took his foot off my chest. He turned around and dropped down on all fours. Now his boots were just below my shoulders and I was staring at his beautiful denim-covered ass. My arms wrapped around his legs as I felt his tongue on my cock.

"Fuck!"

He chuckled and I felt the vibrator slide out and then back into me with a delicious slowness.

"Oh … god …"

He spent the next twenty minutes licking my cock and balls clean of the body paint and fucking me gently with the silver vibrator. It was absolute Heaven. I hugged his boots to my sides and closed my eyes, giving myself over to him.

After a while I felt myself getting close, my cock reacting to Jasper's mouth and tongue as my ass throbbed and tingled from the delicate teasing movements of the vibrator. Suddenly, he began to move it with a quicker and stronger motion, at the same time increasing the speed of vibration. I groaned and gasped and moved my head from side to side as my dick was engulfed in his warm throat.

"Oh … fuck … Jasper … fuck!"

I held onto his calves and boots for dear life as I erupted in his mouth, my ass convulsing, my voice raised in a primal cry of pleasure. I'm pretty sure my orgasm lasted for at least forty seconds as Jasper milked me with his mouth and continued to move the vibrator inside me.

Finally, I felt my body relax to the state of Jello as Jasper released me and got rid of the toy.

"Oh my fucking god …" I breathed.

He kissed my softening cock and nuzzled my balls as I came back to earth. "You like that, huh? It seems my little slut responds to a gentle hand as much as a firm one."

"Oh Jasper … oh fuck, Jasper," I could only repeat his name over and over again while I tried to see past the stars in my eyes.

Jasper kneeled up and tried to get off me but I was still holding onto his legs. "Let go, baby. You're okay now."

I let go, knowing I was so much more than okay.

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Wow, longest chapter yet. Thanks for reading .

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