Page 43 of Crossroads
I’m so close, my legs are shaking, and it takes a lot of effort not to shove my dick into his throat, but I let him keep the control. He starts to stroke me along with each suck and lick, hollowing out his cheeks and hoovering me until I can’t take it anymore.
I try to warn him, but it’s just a garbled cry before I start to come. He holds onto me though, sucking and swallowing around my shaft, taking it all in, though some does escape and leaks from his mouth.
The sight is too beautiful to comprehend, and when I finish coming my brains out, I quickly switch places with him and swallow him down as far as I can before I gag. But I keep going, relaxing my throat and doing my best to make him lose his shit.
It doesn’t take long before he’s also spilling down my throat, and I catch every last drop, enjoying every bit of him.
We collapse onto his bed, my head on his chest and his arm around me. “Why is this so good?”
“I wish I knew the answer to that,” he says, his voice sounding wrecked from my dick. I smile to myself, enjoying that fact a little too much.
“Hey.” A thought hits me, and I turn my head to look up at him. “We probably should have had the whole safe-sex talk, huh?”
“Did we have sex?” he asks and looks genuinely confused. It’s adorable. I’m not going to lie.
“Well, bodily fluids were exchanged. So I would say yes.”
He seems to ponder that, and I briefly wonder if his school even went over safe-sex education, but then he says, “I’ve only ever been with Lucy, and we always used condoms.”
“Even for blowjobs?” I ask as a hot sort of rage that I don’t really have the right to feel rushes through me.
“No.” His nose crinkles. “Are you supposed to?”
“I mean, yeah. If you don’t know and trust the person.”
“Lucy was a virgin before me. And I was too.” I notice how his cheeks pink up a little, talking about it. Like maybe I’ll judge him.
“That’s sweet.”
His eyes cut to me with a glare. “Shut up.”
I laugh. “No, I’m serious. You’re probably fine then. But maybe we should get tested.” He looks thoughtful but doesn’t argue with me. “I was tested about a month before I came here and was negative, but then I did sleep with Jackie the day my mom kicked me out.”
“Who is Jackie?” I don’t miss the jealousy in his tone, and I don’t feel the least bit of shame at how happy that makes me.
“A friend.” His eyes say he doesn’t believe me. “Really. We were just friends who hooked up occasionally. She had a pretty serious on-and-off boyfriend, actually.” God, that feels like a lifetime ago.Was it really only a month ago?
“We’ll get tested,” he agrees and then presses a kiss to my mouth.
“I uh...” I shift awkwardly against his side. “I guess I should go then. Back to the house.”
He just rolls to his side, snuggling into me and wrapping his arm over my middle. “In a little bit. Stay.”
That one word sends a shockwave through me that I can’t deny.
No one has ever asked me to stay. No one has ever really wanted me around.
If he wants me to stay, I’ll stay.
But I didn’t meanto fall asleep.
“Jasper!”
“Oh fuck,” Jasper whispers beside me at the sound of a small child’s voice. I barely have a second to open my eyes and realize what’s happening before I’m shoved off the bed and onto the floor.
Ow.
What a time for him to get an actual bed. I groan but then roll under the actual bed just as I hear a door push open and then the little voice again. “Jasper! Are you sick? Kelly sent me to check on you!”
