59. Jasper

Jasper

T he meeting at the Blood Lodge went better than I expected. After the initial shock of finding out the truth about Ansel, those present asked many questions, most of which were answered by Ansel, the Elders, or Olivia.

Olivia.

No wonder she’s the strongest hellstar ever to be born. She knows how to speak to people, and how to express herself. Many would be nervous to address a crowd, but not Olivia. She was calm, and her ideas were clear. It was like she has done this before. Maybe she has. From what she told me, she wanted a career in politics, and she was in a debate club at school.

I’m happy she is no longer interested in politics and is now working with me and Tyson, sharing our dreams. I can’t wait to see her name next to Tyson’s on the cover of their first book written together, just as I can’t wait to see her working with animals.

After the initial meeting, I had to stay for another meeting with the Elders and other Lords that lasted several hours. Tyson and the others took Olivia home because she was worried about Spencer despite Jon and Khloe being with him.

It’s been about a half an hour since I returned home. After checking on Spencer, wanting to be sure he’s in his bed, and a quick snack, I jump in the shower. Warm water falls down my back, washing away the tension in my body and relaxing my muscles.

I turn off the water at the same time the bathroom door opens. My back is to it, so I don’t see who enters. Not that it matters since Tyson asks, “Why didn’t you send me a text letting me know you were back?”

I shrug before turning to face Tyson. “I didn’t think you cared.”

Tyson gives me a confused look. “Why would you think that?”

“Because,” I shrug again.

Tyson takes a few steps forward until he stands in front of me. Cupping my face, he says, “If you don’t say what’s on your mind, I won’t know how to fix whatever is wrong.”

While I want to put on a smile and pretend everything is fine, I open up because I’m tired of pretending that I’m truly happy. “I love you, Tyson. I’ve been in love with you for a long time, but I bottled up all these feelings I have for you because I was scared of losing you. Now that you know what’s in my heart and I’m finally able to touch you as I want, I feel like I’m miles away from you.”

Tyson’s gaze softens. “That’s not true, Jasper. But with everything happening, I didn’t have time to show you how I feel for you.”

“And what do you feel for me, Tyson? Because each time I tell you how much I love you, you never say it back.” When Tyson doesn’t reply, I add, “If you don’t feel the same as I do, it would be best to return to how things were before and forget about this. About what was between us.”

Tyson’s eyes flash red, and he kisses me, pushing me inside the shower until my back is pressed against the wall. “I love you, Jasper. That’s what you wanted to hear? I was never into men, but I was into you . Why do you think I bought toys for myself or wrote male romance stories?”

I’m so happy, I feel my heart will explode. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“I was scared of opening my heart and being hurt again. So, I buried myself in work. Besides, I was depressed for a long time, and…you helped me. Love was the last thing on my mind. But your presence made my life brighter. That’s why I have always enjoyed being in your company. It is only now that I understand why. I love you, Jasper. I really do. If I ask to take things slow, it’s because loving you and Olivia at the same time is…overwhelming. Scary even. But losing any of you is even scarier. So this, Jasper, what is between us is love.”

“Tyson,” I murmur.

Our lips meet again, our kiss gentle, our hands exploring. I run my fingers across his back, enjoying the feeling of his warm skin under my palms. He only has a pair of boxers on, but I want to tear them apart and remove any barrier between us. I want to sink to my knees and take him in my mouth and suck him until he finishes on my tongue before I fuck him for the first time.

Tyson has no idea of the intensity of my feelings or how many times I’ve envisioned our first time together. Being able to touch and kiss him, knowing that he feels the same, is better than any fantasy I’ve ever had.

His fingers wrap around my hard cock, making me groan. “I haven’t done this before, so let me know if you don’t like what I’m doing,” Tyson says before going down on me.

He takes me into his mouth, sucking me hard. Maybe a bit more than I’m used to, but it feels so fucking good. His hand moves at the same time as his mouth, sending shivers all over my body.

It might be his first time giving a blowjob, but fuck, he’s making me lose any rational thought.

My fingers lace through his hair.

“Look at me,” I say.

Our gazes meet. His eyes are full of hunger, the same hunger I feel for him.

“This is the first time that a man has sucked me,” I let him know.

It’s not only a first for him but for me as well.

A question appears in his eyes.

I feel my dick slipping out of his mouth, and I push his head down until I hit the back of his throat, making him gag. The sounds he makes. God! He makes me even harder for him.

“Don’t stop,” I groan. “I’ll tell you everything, but don’t stop.”

Tyson doesn’t stop. He keeps sucking me while his gaze keeps mine captive.

“Soon after I turned eighteen, I had my first and only boyfriend. He was abusive, but I was too in love to realize it. He never went down on me but expected me to suck him at least twice a day.”

I never told anyone about Dylan. It’s been years since I thought of him.

Tyson lets go of me and gets to his feet. There’s a rage in his eyes I only see when Olivia mentions her abuse. “Did he hurt you?” he growls.

“He made me swear I’d never let anyone know about us because no one likes faggots.”

I wince at the memory. It took me a long time to realize how Dylan enjoyed hurting me with his words and actions.

“He shared videos of us online, of me tied to the bed and him spanking me hard, of me on my knees in front of him, gagging on his dick, of me begging him to fuck me, which he never did, thank fuck. Eventually, word got back to my family, and my father disowned me. Not because I like men, but because I exposed myself on the internet like that.”

“Son of a bitch!” Tyson swears.

“This is why I kept quiet for so long, I was scared of being in another abusive relationship. My dating experience is…bad overall. Before Dylan was Janet. She ghosted me two months after we started dating. So I know how it is to have your heart broken. The more time I spend with you, the more convinced I am that you are not like Dylan or Janet.”

Tyson cups my cheek.

“I’m nothing like them,” Tyson tells me what I already know. His mouth covers mine, his kiss reassuring, making me forget everything except him. “You know I’ll kill Dylan for hurting you.”

“I won’t stop you.”

His hand slides to the back of my neck. “You are mine, Jasper.”

My knees turn to butter. I now belong to both Olivia and Tyson. My life is finally perfect.

“Take off your boxers before I do it for you.”

A dare flashes in Tyson’s eyes. “Do it.”

I rip the damn boxers, leaving Tyson fully naked before me. His cock is so beautiful. So thick and long, pointing forward.

My fingers wrap around both our cocks, and I jerk us off while I kiss Tyson. He groans against my lips. The feeling of having his cock against mine is amazing.

I kneel and inhale deeply, filling my lungs with his musky scent. Fuck! He smells so good. It makes my mouth water.

I kiss his navel, groaning at the thought of finally knowing what he tastes like. I cup his balls as I kiss my way to his cock. My other hand explores his body. I love how hard his muscles are, how they flex under my touch.

“You don’t have to do this,” Tyson says.

“I need to do this,” I say before I run the tip of my tongue along his cock.

I avoid the tip of his dick, wanting him to beg me to suck him, to use my mouth to make him finish.

“Jasper,” he grunts.

A smile appears on my lips. I want him to lose control, to scream my name, to lose himself in the pleasure I make him feel while I take him down my throat.

My free hand wraps around his cock. My tongue plays with his piercing while I massage his balls.

“Shit! You’re driving me crazy.”

Those are the words I want to hear, to know how much my touch is affecting him. Just like he affects me each time he looks in my direction.

I lift his dick and remove my hand from his balls so I can lick them.

“Good God,” Tyson snarls. “The things you’re doing to me.”

This is only the beginning. I plan to fulfill every fantasy I’ve ever had with Tyson. Those with Olivia as well.

I take his balls into my mouth, gently sucking them.

“You make me want to fuck your throat.”

He’s threatening me with a good time.

I keep sucking his balls until he shivers in pleasure.

“Jasper...Jasper.” His tone is almost desperate.

A pop bounces along the walls when I let go of his balls. “What do you need?”

Tyson bends, capturing my lips with his. “You. I need you.” His back straightens, and he grabs his throbbing dick, his eyes black with lust. “I want to fuck your mouth,” he says, running the tip of his dick along my lips. “I want to paint your face with my cum, then fuck you until your ass is so sore you can barely sit.”

“I want to do the same to you,” I say before my mouth engulfs him.

“Holy shit!” he swears when I take him down my throat.

His dick is much bigger than Dylan’s, filling my throat to the point of pain, blocking the air from reaching my lungs. I love the feeling of being choked by his cock.

Cum oozes from my dick.

His hips rock back and forth, slowly fucking my mouth.

I grab his ass, my fingers reaching for his hole, wanting to get him ready for the moment when I’ll be inside him. I’ll need lube. Good thing we have some in here since we like fucking Olivia while we shower.

One of my fingers enters Tyson. My tongue moves around his dick, and his hips move faster, making me gag.

A moan escapes his lips. I’d never heard this sound coming from him until now.

I push another digit inside him while I keep worshiping his cock. My fingers fuck his ass, pulling more moans from him.

Our grunts of pleasure fill the bathroom.

“I’m so close,” he groans several minutes later.

I suck him harder.

Moments later, his essence floods my mouth. I greedily drink everything he gives me—shudders run across his body, my name on his lips like a prayer. I made him lose control. Next time, I’ll make him beg for my mouth and dick. Right now, I want to have my fill of his body and finally quench my thirst and hunger for him.

Tyson pulls me to my feet and shoves me into the wall. “I love you, Jasper,” he says before devouring my mouth.

I’ve been starving for years to hear someone say those three words to me, but now I have Olivia and Tyson, who love me just as much as I love them.

His tongue enters my mouth, then our tongues curl around each other.

“I want to fuck you,” I plead against his lips.

“Let me grab the lube.”

Tyson gets out of the shower and goes to look under the sink. I follow him.

When the lube is in his hand, I grab it and say into his ear, “Bend over the sink.”

I open the tube and put lube on my fingers. Tyson looks into the mirror, watching what I’m doing.

When three of my fingers enter him, I ask, “What were you thinking about when you were fingering yourself?”

Tyson groans. “Sometimes you, other times Olivia.”

I hum at his response. “And what was I doing to you? Or Olivia?”

I finger fuck him, making him groan as he says, “How safe you made me feel. How I hated Olivia for breaking my heart. It was…a mix of emotions.”

It’s not the answer I’m looking for, so I change the direction of the conversation.

“Have you ever thought of me fucking you from behind while Olivia is under you, her pussy stretched by your big dick?”

Tyson trembles. “God, I love your filthy mouth.” I lean forward and kiss his spine. “Oh, shit!” he groans as my lips touch his skin.

Is his back an erogenous zone? To test my newfound discovery, I kiss him across his spine.

“Jasper, please.”

“Tell me what you need,” I say against his skin, my breath tickling him.

“Fuck me,” he groans.

I remove my fingers and put lube on my dick before positioning myself at his entrance.

I grab his hip with one hand, and with the other, I control my movements, not wanting to hurt him. Our gazes meet in the mirror.

When the tip of my dick is inside him, beads of sweat cover his skin.

“Does it hurt?” I ask.

Tyson grimaces before saying, “I can take you.”

I don’t know why he’s so stubborn and won’t admit it hurts. Even Olivia lets me know when I’m too rough.

“Just go…slow,” he adds moments later.

Slow.

It’s the opposite of what I want to do to him. But not now. Later on, when I already know what he likes and dislikes after I’ve been inside him so many times, I lose count.

He’s tighter than I expected, but the lube makes it easy to slide inside him, inch by inch. “Relax,” I try to coax him before my lips return to his back.

“Jasper,” he inhales sharply.

“We are finally one,” I murmur. I can’t wait for Olivia to be with us, our bodies joined together, the love for each other tying us together forever.

When I’m deep inside him and his body is relaxed enough for me to move without causing him pain, I gently rock my hips back and forth. It doesn’t take long for me to move faster. Groans of pain and pleasure rip from his lips. My groans join his.

It’s the first time I’m with a man like this. Tyson gives himself to me freely, making me love him more than ever.

“Fuck! You feel so fucking good,” Tyson moans.

“You are so tight around me.”

The sounds he makes make me fuck him harder.

I wrap an arm around his neck and pull him close to me. “Do you like it when you make me lose control like this?” I snarl in his ear.

His hands grip the edge of the sink. “Yes.”

I kiss his temple. “Olivia is not the only slut around here, is she?”

Tyson doesn’t reply so I slam into him hard making him cry out a “No,” for me.

I wrap my other hand around his semi-erect dick while I fuck him hard. Shivers run down my spine, making my balls tighten.

“You like being my little slut, Ty?”

“Yes,” he pants.

His cock grows rock hard beneath my fingers. I jerk him off while I fuck him, driving him as crazy as he makes me feel.

I never thought talking so dirty to Tyson would make me so fucking hard and feral for him. I slam into him even harder. “Take it, you little slut,” I growl.

My arm around his neck prevents him from breathing. I fuck him hard, with all the love and passion I’ve kept inside until now.

“Jasper,” he hisses.

“I can’t stop…” I say, hoping he will understand.

Tyson takes everything I give him, rewarding me with his grunts and moans of pleasure and pain. I watch him in the mirror, loving the expression on his face.

When I feel like I’m about to burst and fill his ass with my seed, I order him, “Cum at the same time as me!”

“Yes,” he says.

I hold back until his cock shoots the first rope of cum and I thrust deep inside him, painting his insides with my essence.

“Was I too rough?” I ask.

“If Olivia can take you, so can I.”

I slip out of him and make him face me. “It’s different with her.”

I don’t have to be as careful as in the beginning with her.

Tyson nods, letting me know he understands what I mean.

“Are you sore?” I ask.

“You did promise to fuck me until I could no longer sit. I think you managed to do it,” he chuckles.

“It’s your fault for seducing me,” I say before taking him to the shower, where we kiss for a long time before washing each other.

When we go to the bedroom, it’s almost morning. Despite being tired and knowing that a long day awaits me, I’m happy. My dreams are finally coming true.

Olivia sleeps between Rueben and Ansel while Mose is on the sofa.

We have yet to decide what to do about Mose. Even if Ansel is a Nephilim or whatever the fuck he is now, Mose had no right to inform anyone about it. I will probably put a tracker on all his devices and take away his weapons until I feel he’s trustworthy again.

I’m not the only one who wants to kick Mose’s ass, as Tyson says, “I don’t trust him to be around us, but we can’t let him go either.”

“I know.”

Once I talk to him and Olivia, I’ll decide his punishment.

Tyson’s phone lights up with an incoming message. He grabs it from the nightstand and glances at the screen.

A grin erupts across his face. “Cirro finally found where Malaky lives. Before I end him, I’ll make sure he begs for forgiveness for what he did to Olivia.”