Page 64 of Crossroads
“Make me yours,” I breathe.
He looks down at me, resting between my parted legs and drags his hand over my cheek. “Oh, Jasper, don’t you know?” My eyes flick up to his in question. “You’re already mine.”
I turn my head and kiss his palm. “Show me.”
With a determined nod, he positions his cock at my hole and pushes into me slowly. It burns at first, but it doesn’t take long before it just feels nearly unbearably good. His careful strokes into me are as elegant as a choreographed dance, hitting exactly where I need him, over and over.
But I do everything I can to keep from coming. “Hurry. Please. Feels too good,” I say, unsure if I’m going to be able to make it. The way he’s hitting my prostate, his beautiful form above me. The look of ecstasy on his face as he moves inside me. It’s all too much.
But then I watch as all his muscles pull tight, and he comes deep inside me, sending a shudder through my entire body. I nearly lose it when I feel his warm cum filling me up, but I manage to hold off.
He pulls out of me and then climbs off, turning away from me and rolling onto his stomach before pushing up on all fours.
I can see his glistening hole waiting for me as I shakily get to my knees and into position behind him.
“Fuck me, Jasper. Hard.”
I grasp both of his hips and push inside him. It’s like coming home. He surrounds me in his tight heat and pushes back against me each time I thrust into him.
My balls are already tight and high, close to my body. Begging for my release. But I just hold onto his hips and lean forward, kissing along his spine, pushing into him and pulling back, not wanting to leave his body.
All too soon, I’m coming deep inside him, just like he promised. I stroke into him over and over, not wanting to leave long after my cock starts to soften, but he pulls me to him, both of us on our sides and in each other’s arms.
Neither of us say a word.
He kisses me softly, and it feels like goodbye.
We lie like that for a while until I almost drift off to sleep, ready to ignore the reality of what’s coming. But then I hear his soft voice. “You should come with me.”
My eyes snap open, and I’m fully awake now. Maybe I didn’t hear him right. There’s no way he’s asking me to go with him. Though... I think I would if he was. I’m quiet as I go over it in my head.
“I mean, just to drop me off. I’m driving there in my car, and I could pay for your flight back.”
Oh.
Back.
As in back here to Kensley without him.
“Uh...” I start, but he puts his finger over my lips, hushing me.
“Don’t answer yet. We have a little time. Just think about it, okay? We could stay in shitty motels on the way and bang each other’s brains out. You can look at the campus and make fun of my city-boy ass being stuck there for the next four years.”
My chest aches, and I wordlessly rub over my heart with a nod.
Not saying yes but not saying no either. Emerson looks satisfied with that and closes his eyes.
But I’m left restless.
I want to go with him, even if it is just to say goodbye and squeeze out a little more time with him.
But I wonder if it’ll just make it all that much harder to let him go.
TWENTY-SEVEN
“What are you doing out here when we’re having a party inside?” Kelly asks me, standing out on the porch right next to me.
I look out at the fields and the barn, this place that has become home to me. The party she’s talking about is the one to send Emerson on his way first thing tomorrow morning. And it’s just Millie, John, and Emerson in there now, cutting the homemade chocolate cake with party hats on their heads.
