Page 47 of Glass & Groundwork
“Good.” Gio nodded.
With his taste still on my tongue, I hummed happily, and ground my ass on his lap. “How do you feel?”
Gio’s hands went to my hips to still me. “Spent,” he let out an awkward laugh. “Fuck, Jasper, you were incredible. I don’t remember it ever feeling like that. You had me so deep, I was afraid you weren’t able to breathe.”
I leaned forward and caught his mouth in a kiss, pushing my tongue in and letting him taste himself on me. A groan rumbled through him that had me all hot and bothered all over again. When I ended the kiss, I was smirking. “That’s the benefit of being married to a glassblower, it’s all about breath control.”
“Holy hell!” He looked at me with wonder, and I felt very proud of myself for putting those skills to use. I wasted so many opportunities in the past to test it out, but it wouldn’t have been the same. I’d never pushed through like that before, but fuck, I couldn’t get enough of him in me. I still wanted more. Now that I’d let him into my heart and I knew I was allowed to have him, I wanted to be filled with him in every way I could.
“What about you? Can I return the favor?” Gio asked cautiously, his cheeks that lovely shade of pink.
“It’ll keep,” I said with a wink before climbing off his lap. “Ireallyenjoyed that, Daddy.”
His eyes lowered to see the wet spot on the front of my briefs and a flash of lust burned in his eyes. “Oh. I’m sorry I missed it.”
I fell back on the bed beside him with a wide smile on my face. Euphoria, bliss, lust, joy. I felt like I would burst with allthe goodness flowing through me. Gio laid down beside me and turned on his side to face me. We were both still fully clothed with our pants undone, and somehow that made it sexier and sweeter to lay here together like this.
Gio reached out and played with the ends of my hair. “Hey.”
“Hmm?”
Speaking softly, he said, “We have our marriage certificate.”
“Oh. Right.” I’d been anxiously anticipating it as the one thing that everything else hinged on. And it was, at least for my studio. My studio had been so important to me that I married a man I hardly knew. Only now I knew him, or was starting to, and I felt my priorities shift. Gio, the kids: they were worth far more than any amount in the bank. And my studio? Contrary to what I thought a few weeks ago when I was merely a naive, young bachelor, I wouldn’t actually die if it didn’t get done soon. Now, I was older, wiser, married with kids, and it gave me a different perspective.
“We don’t have to go through with it.”
Gio sat up and looked at me with confusion written on his face. “With what, exactly?”
“Getting the trust fund. I’ll be fine without it. I’m happy as it is.” I sat up and took his hand. “I’m rich enough already.”
Gio’s expression softened. “While that’s a very sweet sentiment, and I will support whatever you decide, may I lovingly call bullshit.”
My head snapped back in surprise. “What? Of course, I mean it. I don’t need the money.”
His thumb circled the back of my hand. “It’s not about the money. Well, part of it is, because you need to finish your studio. Yahir and others like him need you as a mentor where you can share the passion I so admire in you. It’s not just that, though. It’s about having control over your own life. It’s about freeing yourself from the hold your parents have on you. They knowthey will eventually win and cast you to a life that will only lead to misery as long as they have the purse. You don’t need the money. You’re not a greedy person, but I’m starting to know your heart, and I see that you want so much more than what they have planned for you.Iwant more for you, and you have the means to get it. So get it, Jasper.”
Freedom. Freedom to live the life I wanted. Freedom to livethislife, here on the farm with Gio and the kids. I needed it, and I was terrified of screwing it all up. “What if it changes me? I’ve seen what wealth can do to people. It’s not the blessing everyone thinks it is.”
“It can be, in the right hands. And Daddy won’t let it change you.” The way he declared it with such certainty had me believing him. If anyone could keep me grounded, it would be him. Of course, I would do pretty much anything if it meant I got to hear him call himself Daddy. I loved how much he seemed to have taken to the name. Knowing I had someone I trusted who would hold me accountable and not let me turn into a douche helped ease some of my concerns.
“Okay.” I responded, the simple word carrying a lot of weight.
Gio reached over, tucking an arm under me and pulling me closer until I was on top of him, my chest to his, our clothes between us. I sighed, melting into him, and tucking my head under his chin. Being in his arms filled me with contented peace. In his arms, where I felt safe and supported, and knew I wouldn’t have to face anything alone. Maybe never again.
Gio
We stayed entwined in bed until both of our phones sounded. Jasper let out a groan and rolled off me to dig his phone out of his pocket. I wasn’t ready to move yet. My entire body felt like it was floating, still blissed out an hour later after the most intense blowjob of my life. Though, I would have felt the same if it had been terrible, too.Anyblowjob was better than the nothing I’d had for two decades. But, holy fucking hell, that had been incredible.
My heart was all floaty in my chest, too, knowing this wasn’t one-sided and we could allow ourselves to explore and pursue what this relationship was. Damn, did it start with a bang. A sigh of contentment released from me as I lay there, pants still unzipped. I found my glasses on the bed and put them on so I could see Jasper clearly.
“It was Frankie, giving us a heads up that dinner would be ready in ten minutes,” Jasper said as he rolled his neck from side to side, his hair an adorable mess.
He’d been soaked with sweat when he attacked me and the scent of his musk mixed with his typical citrus aroma drove my senses wild. I’d had my hand in his hair, loving the feeling of it, and using it to keep myself tethered to the moment while Jasper used his talented mouth. Now, after resting and drying, his loose curls stood up everywhere. I watched him with a smirk, finding the disheveled look so very sexy.
Jasper noticed me staring, and put a hand to his hair, his fingers unable to glide through it, and grimaced. “I think I’ll take a quick shower. Don’t let everyone wait for me, though. I’ll be out soon.”
“Okay,” I replied simply. I might have had more to say except Jasper began undressing. Folding my arms under my head, I allowed myself to watch him, now that I knew I had permission to. Jasper must have felt my stare. Glancing over his shoulder with a mischievous look, he hooked his fingers into his waistband, and slid his jeans down, along with his briefs. His bare ass rounded with the action as he bent over, sliding the jeans to the floor, giving me a view that had me tempted to skip dinner.
