Page 42 of Malicious Desires

I fully break the kiss, my forehead against his. I’m about to respond when he interjects shyly, “And you’re the best kisser ever.”

I groan at his admission, closing the space between us by kissing Jasper harder and deeper. “Mmm, Jasp,” I moan against his lips. “I guess I’ll need to kiss you more then.”

The corner of his mouth quirks up, and he replies, “I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”

He shifts to move away from me, off the bed, his demeanour taking a complete one-eighty and the opposite of his words. “But I have to go now,” he stammers, his legs over the edge of my bed.

“You could stay,” I say more as a statement than a question, shocking myself.

“I don’t think we’re at that point, Reece. I barely know you.”

“We don’t need to know each other's whole lives to kiss and make each other come.”

Jasper blushes, his gaze only just on me when he admits softly, “You’re the only person who’s made me come.”

“Fuck Jasp,” I curse loudly, grabbing his hands and pulling him back onto the bed. “That’s hot.”

I kiss him again, rolling over so I’m straddling him again. Staring straight into his eyes–taking in his stunned expression–I grip his dick and start slowly stroking it.

A drop of precum pearls in his slit, and he moans, “Reece…feels…good.”

I don’t say anything, instead, I thrust forward so my dick slides up his, my precum coating his velvety skin. Letting go of his dick a moment, I wrap my hand around both of our cocks, once more stroking his length. And this time I’m fucking my hand, my cock slipping along his, our precum covering us both as lube.

“Reece!” he calls out as he comes hard with his whole body shaking. He’s covered my hand and his stomach, and looks up at me as though he’s drunk, mumbling, “I…I love it when you make me come, Reece.”

His words spur me on, and I come then, spurting out ropes of come across his stomach. I swipe my hand through the come on Jasper's stomach and put my fingers into his mouth to feed it to him.

“Mmm,” Jasper moans, causing me to groan.

“You’re so fucking sexy, pretty boy,” I tell him before leaning down and licking the rest of the come off his stomach. Once I’m satisfied I’ve cleaned every last drop off his abs I give Jasper another kiss. I could kiss him night and day, until the end of damn time and that would never be enough. He’s insatiable.

“I really should go now. I’ve got heaps of homework.”

I want to tell him to stay, to sleep in my bed with me, but this time he’s standing from the bed at lightning speed. He’s pulling away, and I feel as though he’s using me to explore his sexuality, to get off and nothing else. That shouldn’t hurt. I’ve done the very thing to other guys, but it does hurt.

“Sneak out then,” I tell him, laying down on my back and watching Jasper–and his gorgeous toned arse–as he dresses before he leaves without a word.

My mind wanders to him saying that we don’t know each other. I want to get to know him, but it feels like Jasper isn’t going to let me in to truly get to know him. The used feeling is sending my thoughts spiralling. Jasper Capullo has fucked me up. And it seems as though I might be falling for my enemy.

Chapter 24

Jasper

I have textbooks, notebooks and the entire contents of my pencil case sprawled out on my bed, in the thick of studying the Renaissance. The stupid essay I have to do analysing and comparing two artists' work from that period is doing my head in. I love art history, exploring different artwork from history and putting my spin on it, but I’m more practical–hands on–and I hate theory. Words on a page aren’t my strong suit by any means. Give me a paintbrush and a blank canvas any day.

Hearing a knock on my door is a welcome distraction. Jumping up from the bed I leap across the floor–nearly falling flat on my face–as I rush to open it. My heart is pounding, hoping it’s Reece. I shouldn’t want to see him, but I do.

Opening the door, it’s not Reece however, it’s Nancy.

She stares at me with a cheeky smirk as she barges into my room and I shut the door behind her. Rushing back over to my bed, I gather up my books and shove them aside.

Nancy sits on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs.

“What’s with the late night visit, Nanc?” I question her, raising my eyebrow.

“I got us something, Jasp,” she squeaks excitedly, still with the cheeky smirk.

“What Nanc?” I ask eagerly, due to her excited demeanour.

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