Page 14 of Malicious Desires

“Mmm, Reece,” he murmurs. “That…feels…so…good.”

Groaning, I continue stroking his cock, kissing him again and demanding entrance to fuck his mouth by biting down on his lower lip. The bite draws blood, and he licks it away, lacing his tongue with mine so I can taste the blood too. And fuck. Fuck. That turns me on. My dick instantly hardens, tenting my sweats. I kiss Jasper harder, pistoning my hips forward so my dick is brushing against his. The contact–the friction–causes him to groan and he breaks the kiss with a loud moan and a breathy, “Fuck.”

I gasp and grip his waist to push him down onto the bed. “You turn me on, so damn much, Capullo.”

Again he groans and grips my neck to pull me down for a kiss. I fucking love this feisty side of him. Jasper is shy–most of the time–outside the bedroom but he lets loose when he’s in my arms and takes everything my dominant side requests of him. We kiss for a while, all moans and groans, tongues battling and teeth clashing. I could kiss Jasper Capullo twenty-four fucking seven for eternity and it would never be enough. Damn him.

I break the kiss however because I need more. More kisses. More touching, skin on skin.

“Jasp,” I murmur, gulping before continuing with a more authoritative tone, “Get naked.”

He shakes his head at me. “No,” he snaps, licking his lips.

“I said get naked, Capullo.”

He stares at me, his eyebrows furrowing. “Not happening, Reece.”

“You like playing games, Jasper?”

“No. I just don’t get naked in front of people I don’t know.”

I scoff. “I’ve had my tongue down your throat and touched your damn dick in your pj pants, Jasp.”

“So, that means nothing.”

“Right, so you go around letting every guy you meet kiss and touch you?”

He blushes then, shifting a little under me so he’s sitting up against the headboard.

He again shakes his head. “No, you’re the only guy I’ve kissed. And no one, not even a girl has touched me that way.” His cheeks are a deep crimson.

“Fuck, Capullo. You’re killing me.”

He licks his lips again, mumbling, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t give me that shit. Seriously, just get naked.”

He nods, grabbing the hem of his t-shirt and pulling it over his head. He throws it on the floor, and I admire his body for a moment. He’s ripped, a long deep ridge defining his abs. “Fuck Jasper. You’re ripped.”

“Ah, thanks,” he mumbles, his shyness showing again with his blush.

“Take your pants off,” I demand, staring at him. He shakes his head, and fuck if his defiance doesn’t turn me on.

“Only if you strip first.”

“Doesn’t work that way with me, Jasp,” I taunt him, gripping the waistband of his pj pants, and yanking them down to free his hard dick. I gasp, eyeing his hard length already glistening with precum.

He wiggles out of the pants as I pull them down further, shuffling back down on the bed so I can pull them off him completely.

“Your body and cock are a work of art, Jasper,” I remark, leaning back over him to kiss him hard.

He moans against my lips on his, writhing his hips beneath me. “More…more…Reece..please…” he rasps, his breath fanning my face as he breaks the kiss.

“More? You want more?”

“Yes, please,” he pants, gripping the front of my t-shirt. Brushing his hand away I pull my t-shirt off and stand a moment to discard my sweats and boxers. My dick is so hard it’s pointing straight at Jasper when I climb back onto the bed.

“Oh, wow. You’re huge,” he comments, his gaze lingering on my dick which causes it to jerk in response.

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