14. Reece

Every damn night for the past week I'd been hanging out in the cemetery from dusk until late evening, just waiting and hoping to find Jasper visiting his grandfather's grave. I'd staked out the entire Capullo Vemore cemetery and delved into the historical records to ensure I was near the right grave. I'd followed him tonight, snuck in with the shadows and waited whilst smoking a joint, until he was set to leave.

Stepping out from behind the tree I stalk towards him, right into his space and so close I can touch him when I taunt, "Fancy seeing you here, Jasper…"

He doesn't get a word in as I step closer, causing him to stumble back until his arse collides with the headstone. He still doesn't get to respond with words as I crash my lips to his, stealing his breath. He groans into the kiss, his hands coming up to cup my jaw and pull me closer.

I chuckle against his lips, breaking the kiss. "Eager to see me huh, Capullo?"

"Never. You cornered me."

"Did I now?"

"Yes, you shouldn't be here Reece."

"Yeah, probably," I respond laughing. "What are you going to do about it? Call the cops on me?"

He shakes his head. "I didn't bring my phone. Such earthly possessions should not be brought into a sacred place."

I scoff. "Pftt, Jasp, you sound like a damn lunatic sometimes."

"I'm not anything of the sort! The only lunatic here right now is you."

I grip his neck, squeezing it hard enough to cause him to gasp. "Such horrid words, Capullo. Here I was thinking you were a sweet, shy bible boy."

"I…I…don't…"

"What are you trying to say, Jasp?"

"Nothing," he pants, and I rip my hand away, sliding it down his torso to cup his dick in my palm. "I don't want you here."

I squeeze his dick a little, and a hiss escapes his lips before he bites down on his lower lip to the point of it bleeding.

"You say that as though you want me to care about what you want," I taunt him, before kissing him again, harder and with enough force to bruise his plump lips. He groans, thrusting his hips forward so his growing erection fills my hand. I rub it slowly, kissing him harder and licking across his lips to taste the blood leaking from the mark he'd made.

His hands again seek my body out, this time he threads them around my waist and yanks my body closer so my dick brushes against my hand stroking him. He breaks the kiss with a loud moan.

"More. Reece…more…please…" he begs, his voice cracking.

"More? You want more?"

"Yes…" he rasps. "Please touch me, make me come."

"You ask for too much, my pretty boy."

"Don't call me that!" he roars at me.

"I'll call you whatever I wish, Capullo," I taunt him, reaching around to grip his arse and slap it. "And you'll do what I ask like the good boy you are."

"I'm not a good boy," he snaps, his eyes darkening as his pupils go wide.

"Yeah, you think you're a bad boy huh?"

He nods, stammering, "Yes. I'm a sinner. A bad boy."

"Mmm, my bad boy, my pretty boy," I taunt, kissing him. He moans against my mouth, grinding against me, causing my dick to harden in my jeans.

Only just parting our lips, I utter softly, "Turn around and hold onto the headstone, pretty boy."

He glares at me, a question on the tip of his tongue that he doesn't verbalise as he turns his body around, grabbing the top of the headstone in clenched hands.

He turns his head back to stare at me, waiting for my next taunt.

I step up behind him, gripping the waistband of his sweats and tugging them down. He's wearing the ugliest underwear on the planet, tight plain cotton black undies, covered in stains. I thought the fucker was rich, but these undies scream poverty.

"What's with the jocks?"

"They're my favourite. So comfy," he moans.

"Well, they're ugly as fuck, Jasp," I tell him. "So I'm sure you won't mind if I rip them."

He gasps but doesn't make a move to stop me as I grip the leg elastic of the jocks, yanking each side apart until they rip straight down the middle exposing his arse cheeks.

"Reece!" he yells at me, giving me an angry glare.

"Whoops," I snicker, sliding a finger in between the ripped cotton to seek out his pucker.

I find it easily, and tease it, rubbing my finger over his flesh. He bucks his hips back.

"Mmm, please…" he begs, not tearing his gaze away from mine.

"Please? That all you can say, Capullo?"

He doesn't respond so I taunt him more, "Tell me what you want, Jasper. Tell me what you want me to do to you."

I push the tip of my finger against his pucker and he moans, "That. Touch me there. That spot."

"It'll hurt if I do that, Capullo," I tell him, pushing my finger in a little more.

"I know," he responds. "But as a sinner, I deserve the hurt."

His words cause my heart to quicken. I honestly don't want to hurt him. I'm not a sadist when it comes to sex.

"Fuck, Jasper," I groan, yanking the jocks down to his ankles, and gripping the top of his Converse high tops to spread his legs wider.

Crouching down I grip his arse cheeks, spreading him wider so I can see his puckered hole.

"Damn, Capullo," I groan, kissing his pucker.

"Fuck!" he roars, bucking back against my face as I place another kiss against his pulsing ring of muscle.

"More, Reece, more…do that again."

I laugh, slipping my tongue inside his hole, darting it in and out. His tight hole pulses under my tongue and he arches his back to push my tongue deeper inside him.

Reaching up, I slide a finger inside him, curling it upwards to caress his prostate whilst still laving my tongue over his pucker.

"Fuck! Reece! Please don't stop," he calls out, his hips starting to shake as his release builds.

I withdraw my finger and stop licking to stand. Jasper groans, giving me a death glare. "Can't have you coming yet, Capullo."

"You're an arsehole, Montserrat."

I want to say something snide in response, about just having my finger and tongue in his arsehole but I refrain, instead I stare at his perky arse still jutted out towards me as I unbutton my jeans and shove them and my boxers down to my ankles.

I tug on his hair, yanking him back against my chest. "Open your legs, pretty boy."

He grunts, "Can't."

"Just fucking do it, Capullo, or I'll rip your sweats in two as well."

He stretches his legs apart more, the sound of the fabric of his sweats tearing apart makes a whimper escape his lips.

I take his cut jaw in my grip and tip his head back for a kiss. "Sorry, not sorry pretty boy."

"Arsehole," he spits at me.

"Haha, you love me, Jasp," I tease.

"No, I hate you."

"Yeah, mutual pretty boy, but you love being dirty for me," I taunt him, bumping my pelvis against his back, my dick slipping between his thighs. The tip of my dick only just pokes out under his, and I slowly start thrusting, each back and forth grazing along his balls and taint.

"Oh god, fuck, Reece," he calls out, biting down on his lips to hold in his moans. I kiss him, still thrusting and increasing the pace as I fuck his mouth with my tongue, biting down on his lips to draw blood.

Against his puffy, red, kiss swollen lips, I taunt, "Don't you ever hide your moans, pretty boy."

I reach down and grab his dick in my fist, stroking him in time with fucking his thighs.

"More, Reece, please make me come," he begs. I tease his slit with my fingertip, using his precum as lube, stroking him harder.

"You wanna come, pretty boy?"

"Yes, yes, Reece!" he responds huskily, pushing back so my dick slides down his and I'm able to grab both of our dicks in my hand and stroke us together.

"Am I the only one who can make you come, Capullo?"

"Yes! Reece!," he bellows, letting go and spilling ropes of come all over the headstone. He's trembling, riding out his release as I follow, my dick jerking up and covering his with my come. Stepping back I shove him away.

And he turns around, stumbling on the pile of clothes at his feet. He's whimpering, tears stinging his eyes. My heart thumps in my chest. That felt so fucking good, and I know he enjoyed it as much as I did, so why the fucker is crying is beyond me. I watch him pull up his ripped undies and sweats, laughing as I do the same.

I'm fucked.