Page 50 of Malicious Desires

Jasper scoffs in disgust. “Eww, Reece. That's creepy as hell.”

“You looked so peaceful and so damn sexy, it turned me on so much,” I admit, shifting so I’m sitting next to his feet.

“I was asleep, Reece,” Jasper comments, his voice laced with disgust.

“I know. I didn't want to wake you, but I needed to come,” I confess, my hand gripping his calf. I don’t know why I need to touch him. Maybe for some reassurance that I haven’t overstepped an invisible line.

“I wouldn't have minded if you woke me,” Jasper comments, his voice hesitant and nervous.

“I know that now,” I respond laughing, adding with hesitation, unable to look at him, “But also I…”

“You what?” Jasper interrupts.

I sigh, and then admit, “I get off on watching people sleep. It turns me on.”

“Um ok…that's weird,” Jasper comments, his tone snide and mocking. I don’t like his tone, but I swallow down my annoyance with a gulp and tell him, “It's called somnophilia.”

Jasper eyes me, as though he’s thinking hard. I can practically hear the cogs turning in his head. “Have you done this before with someone else?”

I blush a little, hating that I’m about to admit a secret to Jasper. “Yeah with Malyk.”

“But he's your best friend?” Jasper comments, his voice raspy with shock.

“Yeah, but we'd often sleep in the same bed and I'd watch him sleep when I was up with the thoughts in my head,” I tell him, adding with a slight chuckle, “He honestly sleeps like the dead.”

Jasper doesn’t say anything. He’s just staring at me. I continue my confession, “I'd pull his pants down and touch him without him waking. And I'd come all over him and when he did wake up he'd always think he'd come himself.”

“Oh, like a wet dream?” Jasper asks, his innocence showing.

“Yeah. I've never told him the truth. And you're not going to breathe a word of it either. The fucker would take it the wrong way.”

“I won't. Not for me to tell,” Jasper points out, reaching up to run a finger over his lips as though he’s zipping them closed.

“Have you ever had a wet dream, Capullo?” I ask, smirking at him. I’m intrigued to hear his response.

Jasper blushes. “Uh…yeah. I've um…kinda…I…” he starts to admit but I stop him from saying more by climbing onto his lap. I start licking the come off his abs, running my tongue over every ridge, not leaving a drop of come on his skin.

Once he is free of come on his body, I lean over him and kiss him, hard and zealously.

I murmur against his mouth, my voice raspy, “Tell me all your dirty confessions, Jasper.”

“I…I can't. I haven't even told Nancy how depraved I am,” he stammers, his cheeks turning crimson. He turns his gaze from mine, dipping his head to hide.

I tip his head back up with a finger under his chin.

“You can tell me all your secrets, Jasper.”

“I doubt that, Reece,” he mocks snidely.

I lean in to kiss him again and he accepts the kiss with a languid moan. I whisper against his lips, “I promise I won't tell a soul of your depravity.”

Jasper exhales into my mouth which is odd, but I love sharing his breath. It’s as though he’s giving me his soul and that’s weirdly satisfying.

“I just want you so fucking bad,” I remark breaking the kiss with a raspy breath.

Jasper blushes and confesses, “I wanna do things with you that I haven't done with anyone before.”

Oh, the possibilities.

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