Title: Morning Wood
Summary: Fantasy meets reality in the best way when Edward and Jasper surprise each other for their anniversary.
Disclaimer: The author does not own any publicly recognizable characters herein. No copyright infringement is intended.
Edward
Warm flesh stroked across my stomach, almost pulling me from sleep.
Waking to Jasper's lips on my body gave me a jolt of pleasure, my cock already hard before I was even truly conscious. I gasped his name and opened my eyes to find Jasper hovering over me, his lips around my nipple.
"Jasper." I could feel my face pull into a smile as I gazed at the man I loved.
It never ceased to amaze me how this gorgeous man was mine. He had a slow sexy smile, crystal blue eyes, and the wiry body of the surfer boy he'd been in his youth.
"Morning, sweetheart," he whispered.
Pulling myself into a sitting position, I leaned back against the headboard. His hands cupped my face as he rubbed his nose along my cheekbone.
"I love you," he murmured against my ear, his warm breath raising goosebumps.
I drew back and smiled at him, linking my arms around his neck. "I love you, too, Jasper. It's okay. I'll only be gone for four days, and when I get back, we can celebrate our wedding anniversary in style. Take a few days away, maybe?"
Jasper climbed off the bed, holding out his hand. "Let's take a shower before you have to leave."
Throwing back the sheet, I gripped his offered hand and followed him to the bathroom. I knew he wasn't happy with the work trips I had to make but, unfortunately, they were unavoidable. So, I indulged his passion this morning and allowed him to drag me into the shower.
I turned on the water, and we brushed our teeth side by side while the water heated, then we stepped into the large enclosure. He spent more time than usual washing my hair and body, paying attention to my nipples and balls, rubbing sensuously over my skin with soap-slicked hands, my body pressed back against his chest.
"Jazz, please," I begged.
He forced the whimper from my throat as his hands slid over my cock until I was hard and desperate to come. A hand in the middle of my back encouraged me to bend over, and I braced my hands on either side of the tiled walls where they met in the corner of the cubicle. Jasper changing the shower setting to needle-spray caused the warm water to rain over the skin on my back, increasing its sensitivity.
Nudging my legs apart, he reached between them, tugging my balls down and away from my body, the slick fingers of his other hand simultaneously ghosting over my ass before penetrating me. My breath caught and I hissed at the pleasurable sensation which, coupled with the tug on my balls, was already pushing me toward coming in just a few short seconds.
His fingers ceased their movement, his other hand sliding over the curve of my ass, rubbing soothingly over my lower back. I squirmed against his fingers, telling him he could continue and that I wanted more.
"Please, Jazz," I practically begged. "Fuck me."
We indulged often, but this morning he was all over me, roughly fucking my ass with his fingers, somehow imparting a feeling of desperation with each thrust and twist. His other hand reached around my body, stroking my cock until I was harder than steel.
"Jasper, please," I repeated.
My voice was reduced to a harsh grunt as his fingers left me and were replaced by his cock. The familiar anticipation of pleasure returned as he pushed the head of his shaft inside the first ring of muscle.
"I need to come," I stated, slightly breathless and strained, already almost there.
"Hush," was all he said as any internal resistance disappeared with the next thrust of his cock, and he was balls deep inside me.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
The expletives left my mouth in a rush as the head of his cock found that spot inside that could make me see stars. Holding still for a second, he hissed when I pushed back against his body.
"Keep still for a minute, Edward," he ground out. "I don't want to come yet."
Acquiescing to his harshly whispered command, I stopped moving, though my cock pulsed in time with my heartbeat, my breath leaving my body in pants. I'd always enjoyed Jasper dominating me, giving control over to him. I started naming the internal organs of the body, which helped to control my need to come right now and, eventually, it receded.
Jasper felt me relax minutely and withdrew, only to thrust back in hard, repeating the action three or four times, each one harder than the last, making me grunt and push back against him.
"Harder, Jazz; more," I groaned loudly.
"Put your hands on your ankles," he ordered.
When I was slow to obey, his hand gripped the back of my neck, forcing me to fold over more and rest my hands on each ankle. He wasn't always as dominating as this, but I knew he got off on it, and to be honest, it turned me on—a lot—so I allowed it.
The position was slightly uncomfortable, but not enough for me to protest. Jasper picked up speed and his cock was forced as deep inside me as he could get.
"Hard"—thrust—"enough"—thrust—"Edward?"—thrust.
With each pass over that spot deep inside my body, I could feel my orgasm building. A flash of heat whipped up my spine and down again, settling in my balls as they tightened.
"More." I breathed the word rather than spoke it aloud.
"Touch yourself, Edward." Jasper's voice was a harsh grunt, echoing around the steam-filled bathroom.
Letting go of my ankles, I straightened a little, lifting my leg onto the tiled shelf along the wall. Bracing one hand on my knee, I brought the other to my aching cock. Jasper's hands slid up over the skin of my back and gripped my shoulders, allowing him to increase the speed of his thrusts, each of them roughly massaging my prostate.
My hand squeezed and stroked my cock, twisting around the head on each upward movement. Before long, the need to come began to overtake me again, my body involuntarily rocking back toward Jasper's cock and then forward into my hand.
"I need to come, Jasper, please," I begged desperately. "I can't hold it."
"Almost there, Edward," Jasper grunted, his movements becoming erratic, his hands gripping my shoulders, probably leaving fingerprint bruises.
I groaned, knowing my orgasm was imminent. Unable to slow my hand, I harshly gripped my cock harder as everything around me dimmed and my ears began to ring.
As if underwater, Jasper's words reached my ears, commanding me to come. There was no way I could have held back any longer, my body jerking with each spurt of cum from my cock hitting the shower wall in front of me.
I felt Jasper's cock swell inside me and pulse as the heat of his cum painted my insides. His body jerked, forcing his cock ever deeper. With each hit on my prostate, my cock pulsed again, prolonging my release until I thought I would pass out.
Slowly, I became aware of the cooling water on my back, and I found myself on my knees, Jasper's body kneeling and hunched over mine, his hands rubbing soothingly over my skin.
"What the fuck was that, Jasper? Not that I'm complaining about coming for longer than ever before, but—" I gasped out as my breathing gradually eased. "Fuck, you could have warned me."
He laughed. "I just wanted you to have something to remember while we're apart."
We'd been together long enough for me to know he was feeling a little clingy, though I never really understood why he would feel that way. I showed him how much I loved him every minute of every day.
Jasper stood and helped me up, reaching around me to turn off the water, and we stepped out of the shower. He pulled me into a hug, our wet bodies sliding together. He was only an inch or two taller than me, and our height well-matched. Our lips met in a kiss, something I missed when he took me from behind, but I wasn't complaining.
Eventually, we pulled back from each other, and I smiled softly. "Sorry, Jazz, I really need to get going. It's a good thing I packed last night, isn't it?"
He nodded, following me into the bedroom, watching me dress. I was grateful I would arrive in New York this afternoon with only the welcome dinner to attend. I didn't like traveling in a suit, so today I dressed for comfort in my favorite worn button-fly jeans.
Jasper, wrapped in a towel, watched me from the other side of the bed as I fastened each button, his tongue brushing along his lower lip, his eyes darkening to midnight blue. They were his favorite jeans, too.
"Jasper," I warned, "stay over there and get dressed. You're such a tease." I grinned at him.
Jasper laughed out loud. "Me?" he said incredulously. "You're standing there half-naked, and I'm the tease."
He turned and dropped his towel, wiggling his ass at me, making me laugh. I made my way around the bed, grabbing a white T from the top drawer of the chest and slipping it on. I pressed my front to Jasper's naked back, moving his damp hair out of the way.
"We don't have time, Jasper," I murmured, my lips against the skin on the back of his neck. I could feel it pebble under my touch, pleased I had the same effect on him as he always did on me. "I have to go soon."
"I know." His voice was low, the atmosphere changing as the time to leave rushed at us.
I pulled him back against my chest, my arm across his shoulders in front of him.
We stayed like that for a few moments until I felt his body relax against mine. He gripped my forearm for a second, then pulled away to grab a pair of jeans.
"Commando, Jazz?" I sniggered.
"Yup, gotta keep you on your toes, don't I?" He laughed, dragging a matching T-shirt over his head.
We faced the mirror, both dragging our fingers through now damp hair. We smirked at each other's images. It never ceased to amaze me how many times we copied the other's actions, or finished each other's sentences—we were truly in tune.
As always, Jasper insisted on driving to the airport when I could have taken an Uber just as easily. My job as a pediatric oncologist was pretty intensive and, unfortunately, conferences and lectures were necessary to ensure I was always at the top of my game. The kids I treated needed me to be the best I could.
Today, we were a little early for my flight, so when he headed for the parking lot, I knew he was feeling more vulnerable than usual. Instead of heading directly toward security, we stopped at one of the many coffee shops, taking a seat at one of the high-top tables.
We waited in comfortable silence until my flight appeared on the monitors. His face fell but he stepped into my hug, holding me tight for a few minutes.
"Gotta go, Jazz. I'll call you when I get to the hotel, okay?"
"Yes, ignore my emo-ass." He smiled at me. "I love you."
"I love you too, Jazz."
I picked up my cabin bag and smiled at him, hating to leave him, especially since I would be away on the day of our fifth anniversary. I was determined to arrange something special to show him how much I appreciated him.
He tucked his hands into his jacket pockets as we walked together to the security gates, turning to wave before he disappeared from sight.
~ oOo ~
The four days I was away seemed to drag, and I vowed the next time I had one of these things to attend, Jasper was coming with me. At least the time when I wasn't at one of the lectures would be better spent with the man I loved.
I was so glad to be home, and practically skipped off the plane at SeaTac after grabbing my bag from the overhead locker.
"Hey, Jazz," I called as I headed out of the arrivals. I raised my hand, seeing his face light up as he caught sight of me.
Jasper waited for me to clear the barrier, then pulled me into his chest, stooping slightly to kiss me before answering.
"Hey, Edward." He pulled back and his mouth curved into a smile. "I'm glad you're home; I missed you."
"Me, too, so much. I love you." I leaned in for another hug, then we headed toward the parking lot. "I've got the next few days off, so let's start celebrating in style and go out to eat?"
"Sounds good," he answered as he pressed the key fob to unlock the car. "Then we can spend some quality time together."
He raised his eyebrows and smirked as he walked around the car and climbed behind the wheel. Quiet classical music filled the car when he turned on the engine.
"Did you want to go out to eat now?" I asked. "Or we could stay home if you prefer?"
"I've got something cooking at home, if that's okay," Jasper answered. "Or if you want to go out, it will keep until tomorrow."
"Home sounds perfect, Jazz. I've missed your cooking, I've missed our bed, and I've missed you."
Home was just under an hour from the airport, and after a long day, my eyes drifted shut as I relaxed and listened to the music. I must have fallen asleep for a short time, and my eyes flew open at the feel of Jasper's hand on my thigh. He stroked from my knee to my groin and back again three or four times, and I felt myself grow hard, anticipation filling my chest.
"Unbutton your pants, Edward." Jasper's voice was commanding, keeping his eyes on the road.
My mouth went dry and goosebumps rose from my hairline and traveled down my body at the dominant tone in his voice. I found myself unable to refuse his command, pulling at the material and popping open the fly.
"Commando, Edward?" Jasper raised his eyebrows as he repeated my words to him the day I left. He gave me no chance to say anything, his next command stealing my breath. "Take your cock out, and stroke it—slowly."
"W—what?" I stuttered.
"Don't keep me waiting, Edward. I said, take your cock out, and stroke it—slowly. There's lube in the glove compartment if you need it."
I reached into my jeans and did as he ordered, my mind whirling with questions but unable to articulate anything. A part of me wondered when he'd put the lube there but, nevertheless, I opened the compartment, found the tube, and squeezed a small amount of the viscous liquid over the head of my now very hard cock. Gripping my length, I sped up my movements, twisting my hand over the tip on each upstroke.
"Slide your pants down farther."
I swallowed hard and did as directed, too turned on to think about how appropriate or inappropriate the situation was.
"Now tug on those balls, Edward." His voice was laced with desire. "Harder," he ordered harshly.
Why the fuck is this turning me on so much?
Unable to answer my own question, I glanced at Jasper. I could feel his gaze return to where my hands stroked and tugged. I could see his hand stroking his cock over his pants, turned on as he watched me.
Fighting to keep my eyes open, the desire to come took over and I could feel my balls tightening already. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and I emitted a strained moan. On each downstroke of my hand, my hips rose and the muscles in my thighs tightened and quivered. My breathing was harsh as I panted open-mouthed.
A minute later, Jasper swung the car between the double gates into our driveway, speeding up toward the house and coming to a halt in front of the door.
He turned toward me in his seat and reached out. Expecting him to take over, or put his mouth on me, I loosened my hand as his covered mine. Instead, he uttered one word.
"Stop."
It took me a few seconds to register his command, and I slowed my hand in shock, stroking a couple more times before my brain was able to pass the message from my ears to my hand.
"Jazz?" I gasped. The blood was still coursing through my veins and ringing in my ears.
"Not yet." He smirked as he got out of the car, then leaned down, catching my confused gaze. "It'll be all the sweeter for the wait, Edward. Dinner?"
Shutting the door, he rounded the car and grabbed my bag from the trunk, then opened my car door. Still a little dazed, I tucked my semi-hard cock back into my pants and re-buttoned my fly, not without difficulty. He held out his hand, and I put mine in his, allowing him to pull me into his chest.
His lips met mine as our bodies collided and I could feel his cock between us, still hard. Our tongues tangled together as we stood in the porchway, the light from inside lighting up his features. He dropped my bag, cupping my jaw in his hands and deepening our kiss until we ran out of breath and had to separate.
"Shall we take this inside?" I said breathlessly, hungry for more than food.
He nodded at my suggestion and I turned to unlock the door, his body crowding into mine, rubbing his cock against my ass, promising pleasure. As I stepped into the warmth of the house, every part of me relaxed, glad to be home. Jasper grabbed my bag from where it had landed and followed me into the living room, through into the kitchen. Slipping off my jacket, I threw it over the back of the sofa on the way past and headed for the oven, glancing through the glass door, breathing in the heavenly smells emanating from it.
"What's for dinner?" I asked, suddenly ravenous.
"Goulash, garlic bread, and salad. It should be ready now."
Jasper had already laid the silverware, plates, and wine glasses on the long counter between the kitchen and living room. While he removed the Goulash from the oven, then slid the garlic bread onto a baking sheet, I fetched a bottle of red from the wine rack, pulling the cork and letting it breathe for a few minutes.
Fetching the prepared salad from the refrigerator, I took a seat at the counter, Jasper taking the one next to me. I told him about the dinners out making contacts, and lectures that went on too long, all accompanied by the sound of wine pouring into glasses and silverware against dishes.
"What did you do while I was away, Jazz? Anything interesting?"
"Oh, this and that," he answered.
I looked at him quizzically. "This and that?" I repeated, raising my eyebrows.
He rose from his seat to clear the dishes away, rinsing them and putting them in the dishwasher. We'd fallen into this division of labor. He cooked because I couldn't boil water, and cleaned up, while I did the laundry, and a maid service came in every week for the general cleaning; although, Henry the Roomba hung around picking up spills and dust.
I watched him as he puttered around the kitchen, seeming nervous. Grabbing our wine glasses, I retired to the sofa, picking up the mail on the coffee table. Most of it was junk mail, which Jasper had opened and left for me to look at if I wanted, interspersed with a few personal letters.
A plain brown envelope caught my eye and, instantly, I knew what it contained, though it had no markings on the outside.
"Jazz," I called. "Leave the rest, please. Come and sit with me." I patted the sofa next to me. As he rounded the counter and slid into the seat next to me, I handed him the envelope. "Happy anniversary, sweetheart."
He slit the top of the envelope and pulled out the papers. Reading through the letter, he then looked up, his eyes shining, a huge smile on his face.
"You bought us a log cabin? In Vail? Wow, Edward, this is absolutely fantastic."
"We could go this weekend if you like? I knew the fifth anniversary gift should be wood, so I thought it fit."
Jasper leaned in to capture my lips with his own, pushing me back onto the cushions. Still a little keyed up after Jasper's show of dominance in the car, heat zipped through me in seconds, my desire rising quickly again. I snaked a hand between us and rubbed his cock over his pants, then popped the button. Pulling his shirt from the waistband of his pants, I dragged my nails over the skin on his lower back, drawing a hiss from him.
He pulled back and knelt between my legs, and I watched him unzip his pants. He pulled his shirt off over his head, baring his chest to me. Gasping as I brushed my thumbs over the barbells in his nipples, his cock lengthened, the head peeking out from his boxers. My mouth watered; I really wanted to taste him, to feel the soft skin wrapped around the steel core on my tongue as I sucked him into my mouth.
I pulled my body upright, reaching for his lips with mine, and slid my hand into his boxers, gripping his shaft, squeezing him the way he liked and pumping my hand up and down. Jasper's hips jerked, pushing his cock farther into my grip.
"Wait, wait, Edward. Let's take this somewhere more comfortable."
"Jasper," I whined. "I want you."
"I want you, too." He stood and held his hand out. Placing mine in his open palm, he led me to our bedroom. "Come on, I have a gift for you."
Stepping around the bed, he opened the drawer in the nightstand and pulled out a neatly wrapped gift.
"This is part of your gift; I'll show you the rest in a minute." When I looked at him questioningly, he nodded. "Go on—open it."
Handing the gift to me, he crossed his arms and waited while I ripped off the wrapping paper. Inside I found a black padded mask and two pieces of shining mahogany hinged together with a link in the center. Joined together, they formed two holes. I looked at him, my face no doubt confused.
"Thank you, Jasper. I know what this is." I held up the mask. "And this looks interesting." I held up the object. "Care to explain?"
"First," he said, "it's made of wood and that's one little gift of choice for a fifth anniversary. It's function is to restrain you."
My stomach muscles clenched in anticipation. "Where?" I said hoarsely. I had to swallow before I could speak again. "Where do you want me?"
I dropped the cuff on the bed as Jasper took my hand again and led me to the closet door in the corner of the bedroom. The closet was a large one, with plenty of room on either side for racks and drawers for clothing. This had also been true of the wall opposite the door. Now, it contained another door, sealed with a combination lock. Jasper entered a code and the door swung open, showing a set of stairs leading down.
"Jasper? What's this?" I asked. Those stairs hadn't been there before I left for my conference.
"It's the other part of your gift, Edward, or it will be. It's for both of us just as your gift to me was for us."
Flicking a switch at the top of the stairs, he led me downward and through another door to the basement. We'd had it re-modeled into a home gym when we'd purchased the house. Now a studded wall divided the space, lit by downlights.
"Wow, this looks good. What are we going to do with the space?"
He handed me a large envelope. Inside were a set of plans.
"What are these for, Jazz?"
"Well, with my bonus from that last client, I thought we could draw up full plans to turn this space into a playroom. It's a blank canvas for us to do what we want with."
"Fuck, Jazz, this is perfect."
He shrugged and grinned at me. I pulled him into a hug. "I love it," I said as I stepped back and walked around, my imagination running overtime.
"Let's go back up, Edward. I think it's the perfect time to give those handcuffs a try, don't you?"
Back in the bedroom, Jazz dropped my hand and moved around in front of me, crossing his arms. His whole demeanor changed, his dominant side coming to the fore.
"Strip, Edward."
My heart beat faster as I toed off my shoes and pulled my socks from my feet, leaving them in a heap. I unbuttoned my jeans, pushing them to the floor, and tugged my T-shirt off over my head.
Goosebumps of anticipation littered my skin, and my cock hardened. Jasper narrowed his eyes and followed the line of my body from my toes to the top of my head, eventually pinning me with his gaze.
I swallowed, my hand sliding down to stroke my hard cock.
"No touching, Edward. Your body, and especially your cock, belong to me."
Startled at the almost harsh tone to Jasper's voice, I dropped my hands to my sides, clenching them into fists, waiting for him to tell me what he wanted me to do. My skin felt too tight and hot.
"Tell me, Edward, do you trust me?"
I nodded. I tried to swallow, my mouth suddenly dry. "Yes, I trust you, Jazz." Excitement buzzed through my veins. "Where do you want me?" I repeated.
"Come here." My feet were obeying him before I registered his command. Jasper picked up the wooden cuff from the bed and turned the key, unlocking them. "Hands in here, please."
Placing my hands into the two grooves, I watched him clip the top back down and turn the key, securely fastening my hands before me.
"Now, get on the bed and lie on your back. Put your hands above your head and spread your legs."
Oh, fuck!
I could feel my skin flush as I turned and followed his instructions. He put one knee on the bed, leaning over me to link the cuffs to the headboard by a short chain. My cock was standing to attention, as hard as a rock and desperate for his touch.
"Comfortable?" he asked, looking down at me.
I nodded, dry mouthed.
"Answer, please, Edward."
I swallowed and cleared my throat. "Yes, Jazz. I'm comfortable."
Getting off the bed, he moved to the end, picking up a strap with a leather cuff attached. He stretched out my left leg a little more and wrapped the cuff around my ankle, buckling it and sliding his fingers inside, testing it for ease. I watched him do the same at the other corner of the bed, and I wriggled, finding myself unable to move much in any direction.
I could feel Jasper's eyes roam over my body, each place they landed tingling, eventually settling on my cock, which twitched under his intense gaze. He walked around the bed until he was beside me and slid the blindfold over my eyes.
The light was completely doused, and I found myself listening for any movement so I could work out where Jasper was and what he might be doing. Light, classical music began to play, and I relaxed.
"Do you trust me, Edward?" Jasper's voice came from the end of the bed as he asked me the question again.
I answered out loud. "Yes, I trust you, Jazz." The silence that followed was filled with anticipation and I felt compelled to add, "Please, Jazz."
"Please what, Edward? What do you want?"
"Oh, God. I want—I want you to touch me. Please!"
"Hmm," he murmured. The sound went straight to my groin and my muscles clenched. "I want you to vocalize, Edward. I want to hear your words and sounds."
"Yesss," I hissed as his fingers trailed across my stomach, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched.
I could hear a rustling noise and assumed Jasper was taking off the rest of his clothes. After another short silence, a light touch on my leg startled me, and I could feel Jasper's hand travel from my ankle and along the skin of my inner thigh, stopping before he reached my shaft. I wriggled and lifted my hips in invitation, but he ignored my wordless request to touch me.
I groaned. "Please!"
His hand left me for a second, then began at my other ankle, tracing the same path. I widened my legs as far as I could, lifting my hips upward. Again, he stopped before reaching my cock.
"Touch my cock, please, Jazz, please."
"My, my, Edward. I do love to hear you beg, just like you did in the shower a few days ago."
The tone of his voice resonated through me, and I groaned again. His heated breath wafted across my chest, his tongue swirling around my nipple before he clamped it between his teeth. I arched my back, gasping at the sensation, which sent a bolt of desire straight to my cock.
Releasing the nub, he blew cold air across the wet skin, repeating his actions on my other nipple. My cock throbbed.
"Fuck, Jazz. More, please."
"All in good time, Edward." I could hear the amusement in his tone. "All in good time," he repeated.
His tongue continued down my torso, swirling through my navel. My stomach muscles clenched in reaction, the lack of sight increasing every sensation a hundredfold. I pushed my spine into the bed and jerked my hips up toward him, waiting for his mouth to touch me.
I didn't have to wait long. He traced the underside of my shaft with his tongue, then with no further warning, he took my cock in his mouth, plunging down on me until I hit the back of his throat. I cried out as he swallowed around me, then sucked on the way up, swirling his tongue around the head of my cock and dipping his tongue in the slit.
Twice, he repeated the action, his teeth grazing along my shaft. The teasing and masturbation in the car quickly brought me close to coming for the second time this evening. A strangled moan forced its way from my throat as Jasper's mouth left my cock.
"Nooo! Don't stop, Jazz," I cried.
Blowing a hot breath over my heated flesh was torture of the best kind, but his hands left my skin for what seemed like hours. My lungs worked overtime, pulling oxygen in until my heart rate calmed somewhat.
A warm palm cupped my balls, massaging them firmly before trailing away.
"Fucking tease."
Jasper's husky laugh swept over me at my words. The bed dipped and hands caressed my sides, then a weight settled on my chest, straddling me. Warm flesh brushed along my bottom lip and my tongue swept across it, tasting the precum he'd painted it with.
"Open up, Edward. Suck my cock." As he said the words, his hands cupped my jaw.
I opened my mouth, taking the head of his cock between my lips and flicking at the slit with my tongue. Jasper jerked as I knew he would, and pushed the length of his cock deep into my mouth. I gagged and swallowed around the intrusion.
"Fuck, fuck," he whispered. "So good."
I sucked hard as Jasper withdrew, and scraped his length with my teeth. I imagined his gaze watching my lips surround his flesh as he increased his speed, fucking my mouth until I could taste the precum in the back of my throat. My cock throbbed at the image in my mind, my balls tightening and tingles racing up my spine. I redoubled my efforts to make him come, swirling my tongue around the head and humming, knowing from experience that he'd feel the sound through his body.
Surrounded by his scent and unable to move, I knew he could do whatever he wanted, but somehow I felt powerful. Then, suddenly, he was gone, his weight disappearing from my chest.
"Fuck," I shouted, my breathing uneven. "Why did you stop, Jazz? I want to make you come."
"I'm not ready to end this yet, and I want to be inside you when I do, Edward."
I wanted to see Jasper's face, but closed my eyes behind the mask and waited for his commands.
Jasper must have felt the same because a few seconds later, he pulled the blindfold away from my eyes. The lights were low, but I blinked to clear my vision and turned toward him. A beaming smile formed on his face, his eyes full of love and lust.
His face disappeared from view and I felt his hands slide down my legs and unbuckle the restraints on each ankle in turn before returning to my side. He unlocked the wrist restraint, held out his hand, and helped me to sit up.
"On your hands and knees, Edward."
At the command in his tone, I hastily turned over, pulling myself up onto my knees. There was no hesitation in me and I was ready, without question, as a surge of lust and excitement flashed over my skin, goosebumps following its path.
I was totally on board with what I thought might come next, my body humming at the thought of him sinking his length inside me.
"How are you feeling, Edward?"
"Fucking fantastic, Jazz." I exhaled, my words husky with desire and lust.
The bed dipped as he climbed onto it, the heat from his body radiating over my skin.
Touch me, touch me, I chanted in my head.
As if he heard me, his hands smoothed over the skin on my back, increasing the pressure as he reached my shoulder blades and pushed downward until my head touched the mattress. His hands traveled back down to my ass, a sharp slap ringing out into the room.
I gasped and moaned, and he repeated the action on each cheek until I could feel the heat on my skin. Cool air came between us as he leaned away for a second, and then he was back. I heard a click, the sound loud in the room.
Jasper's knees pushed my thighs apart, his hand slipping between my ass cheeks, spreading liquid over me before pushing one finger then another inside me, stretching and scissoring until he added a third. He fucked me with them for a few moments until I groaned loud and long, a growled, "Fuck," slipping from my mouth as I pushed back against his fingers.
His fingers disappeared to be replaced by the tip of his cock brushing over me, then pushing deliciously against my perineum, rubbing up and down, adding a little pressure. I arched my back, and a whimpered, "Ugh," fell from my lips.
His cock pressed against me, and I tensed in anticipation.
Jasper's hot breath flowed past my ear as he whispered, "Are you ready for me to fuck you, Edward?"
"God, yes, Jazz. Fuck me, please."
He eased his cock into my body a little at a time until his full length was inside me and his thighs met the back of mine. He leaned forward, resting his forehead in the middle of my back, holding me still for a minute or two.
"Fuck, Jazz, I need you to move," I growled.
My request seemed to light him on fire and he withdrew until just the tip of his cock was inside me, then surged forward again as he thrust back into me—hard. Another rumbled growl echoed through his chest, and he gripped my hips tightly, slamming into me, impaling me on his cock. Every muscle in my body tensed as he circled his hips, the head of his cock hitting my prostate with every pass.
My breath caught in my throat as Jasper withdrew his cock and thrust back inside me, filling me to the hilt. A moan slipped from my mouth and my eyes drifted closed.
"Look at me while I fuck you, Edward."
My eyes flew open again, and I turned my head to the side, looking at our image in the mirror. The sight of his cock disappearing inside me, my skin flushed from the sensations he was drawing from me, hardened my cock further. He eased his length in and out, fucking me deeply with long, slow strokes. Each pass of his cock hit deep inside me and nudged my prostate. Within minutes, a tingle radiated through me, racing up and down my spine.
Jasper leaned over my back, reaching around me, until I could see his hand wrap around my cock, pumping up and down at the same speed as his thrusts, twisting around the head on the upstroke. My balls drew up tighter and I could feel my climax build.
Arching my back and opening myself up to him more, I moaned loudly, his cock hitting as deep inside me as possible. My breath came in gasps and pants as my balls tightened, close to coming. My body jerked forward with each thrust of his cock, and I could feel him swell inside me.
I took my eyes from the image of his hand wrapped around my cock and watched Jasper's face as his eyes rolled back in his head and his mouth dropped open, emitting a long, loud moan and he stilled, his head thrown back. His hand tightened on my cock as I came hard enough to black out for a second, my release painting the bed below me.
"Holy fucking shit!" Jasper gasped, leaning heavily on me.
His hot breath fanned across my lower back for a moment until his softening cock slid out of me and he collapsed beside me, laying out flat. I stretched out my legs, sliding down onto my stomach, and we lay together while our breathing evened out.
Turning on his side, he slung his arm across my back and kissed my shoulder, then my lips when I turned my face toward him.
"You okay, Edward? Not too much?"
I sighed. "God, no, Jazz. I loved every single minute. I don't think I've ever come so hard in my life."
"Me, either," he said, kissing my shoulder. "Come on, let's take a bath; I don't think my legs will hold me up long enough to take a shower." He rolled off the bed and staggered to his feet, holding out his hand. "It's been a long, hard day." He smirked.
"Sounds like a fantastic idea," I said as I allowed him to pull me up onto shaky legs.
Sticky and sweaty, I went into the bathroom to turn on the taps, adding some salts to the water for the muscles I knew would ache come morning. Jasper fetched some warm towels from the linen closet and hung them on the heated rail before he slid into the hot water.
I climbed into the bath, sitting myself between his legs, leaning back against his chest. I closed my eyes, suddenly exhausted. Jasper was right, it had been a long and hard day in more than one way.
"So, Edward," Jasper spoke from behind me, "what do you think of my gift?"
"It's great, Jazz. I'm really looking forward to us putting a design together."
Jasper took the body wash from the shelf and poured some onto the washcloth, lathering it up and brushing it over the skin of my chest before smoothing it down and under the water.
"Lean forward, please." He repeated his actions on my back. "Lift your leg up."
I complied and rested my feet on either side of the bath, while Jasper reached as far as he could, washing down to my ankles. He dipped the cloth under the water and between my legs, and I could feel a stirring in my cock.
"I wouldn't have thought you could get hard again, Edward," he said conversationally.
"Your touch always makes me hard, Jazz, but I'm too tired to do anything about it."
He washed my hair and then his own before we climbed out of the bath, wrapping the warmed towels around ourselves. I rubbed the water from my hair as much as I could, then we stood side by side, brushing our teeth. I grinned at him through a mouthful of foam and he returned it.
After stripping off the coverlet, we climbed into bed, Jasper spooning behind me, and the room became quiet.
"So, how about we take a look at the cabin this weekend? I want to see what we can do with the space." His chuckle was the last thing I heard as I slipped into sleep.
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