23. Reece

Jasper had quickly followed me back inside the pub. I'd stared him down whilst finishing the game of pool we'd abandoned with Malyk and now we're back in my dorm room lying on my bed.

Jasper's sweats have a huge come stain on the front, and I smirk at him, teasing him, "You're such a dirty boy, coming all over yourself."

He glares up at me, as I yank them down. "It's your fault. You're always touching me."

"You love it, Capullo."

"I don't. I hate it. Hate you," he snarls at me and fuck it's sexy.

"That's it. Bare those teeth and snarl for me, pretty boy." Jasper grits his teeth, obeying me and letting out a dirty snarl that resembles a moan.

"Such a good boy, Capullo," I taunt, gripping his lacy dry come crusted underwear and ripping them.

"Hey!" he screams at me, annoyed.

"They were crusty, Jasp. Just doing you a favour."

He's giving me the most annoyed glare. Angry Jasper is sexy as hell. And honestly I never–well barely ever–give rather than receive oral, but seeing Jasper's hardening cock between the lace is a glorious sight. And that's not even mentioning the way he's looking at me like he's begging for it.

Leaning over him I kiss him, and he moans into my mouth, his dick hardening between us and brushing against my thigh. It excites me that I can get him this hard with just kisses, and can make him come without a touch.

Without giving him any indication of my plans I slide down the bed and pry his thighs open so I can kneel in between them. Leaning down I slowly take his cock into my mouth, laving my tongue over his length.

"Fuck, Reece," he moans, bucking his hips up, causing his dick to push further down my throat. The tip hits the roof of my mouth causing me to gag and pulling out I murmur, "Damn you've got a nice cock, Capullo."

I continue to suck him off until he spills down my throat in a hot spurt. I swallow his load down and rest my head on his stomach for a moment, glancing up at him as he pants for breath.

"Thank you for that," Jasper pants, inhaling a deep breath.

I sit up, crossing my legs and laughing. "You don't have to thank me for sex, weirdo."

Jasper sneers. "You're just always taking from me, Reece."

"I'm sorry," I murmur, not able to meet his gaze as he sits up against the headboard and stares at me with a frown. "I don't mean to be that way. It's just always been that way with the guys I've been with." I'm putting myself out there with that statement. Admitting to him that I know I'm a selfish arsehole. It's fucking ridiculous but it hurts like I'm stabbing myself in the heart with my knife, knowing I'm hurting Jasper with my actions. I shouldn't care less, but for some fucked up reason I do.

He bites down on his lip, mumbling something incoherent before he sighs.

"Well, I haven't been with another guy," he admits, dropping his gaze so he's not looking at me when he adds, "Just you."

"So you've never dated anyone?" I ask, causing him to glance up at me, his eyes covered by his hair flopping in his face.

"No," he admits. "And we're not dating Reece."

"True," I respond, still just staring at him.

He gives me an incredulous look before I lean forward, covering his body with mine and kissing him. He surrenders to the kiss, licking my lips and biting my upper lip as he moans into my mouth. After kissing for a few minutes, he gasps for air and murmurs softly when I pull back. "Kissing you feels amazing Reece," he confesses, his cheeks colouring.

"Am I the only person you've kissed?" I ask him with a smirk.

I'm guessing his answer will be yes, but Jasper shakes his head. "No, I've kissed a few people," he admits, his cheeks darkening. His shyness is coming out, and fuck it's sexy.

I scoot across the bed, so I'm sitting at his side, and I grip his cut jaw to bring his lips back to mine for another kiss. He again gives in, not able to get enough as he moans so loudly I'm sure everyone in the dorms can hear.

"Am I the only guy you've kissed?" I question after breaking the kiss. This time I'm unsure of what his answer will be.

Jasper kisses me, stealing my breath and murmuring against my lips, "Yes."

I fully break the kiss, my forehead against his. I'm about to respond when he interjects shyly, "And you're the best kisser ever."

I groan at his admission, closing the space between us by kissing Jasper harder and deeper. "Mmm, Jasp," I moan against his lips. "I guess I'll need to kiss you more then."

The corner of his mouth quirks up, and he replies, "I wouldn't be opposed to that."

He shifts to move away from me, off the bed, his demeanour taking a complete one-eighty and the opposite of his words. "But I have to go now," he stammers, his legs over the edge of my bed.

"You could stay," I say more as a statement than a question, shocking myself.

"I don't think we're at that point, Reece. I barely know you."

"We don't need to know each other"s whole lives to kiss and make each other come."

Jasper blushes, his gaze only just on me when he admits softly, "You're the only person who's made me come."

"Fuck Jasp," I curse loudly, grabbing his hands and pulling him back onto the bed. "That's hot."

I kiss him again, rolling over so I'm straddling him again. Staring straight into his eyes–taking in his stunned expression–I grip his dick and start slowly stroking it.

A drop of precum pearls in his slit, and he moans, "Reece…feels…good."

I don't say anything, instead, I thrust forward so my dick slides up his, my precum coating his velvety skin. Letting go of his dick a moment, I wrap my hand around both of our cocks, once more stroking his length. And this time I'm fucking my hand, my cock slipping along his, our precum covering us both as lube.

"Reece!" he calls out as he comes hard with his whole body shaking. He's covered my hand and his stomach, and looks up at me as though he's drunk, mumbling, "I…I love it when you make me come, Reece."

His words spur me on, and I come then, spurting out ropes of come across his stomach. I swipe my hand through the come on Jasper"s stomach and put my fingers into his mouth to feed it to him.

"Mmm," Jasper moans, causing me to groan.

"You're so fucking sexy, pretty boy," I tell him before leaning down and licking the rest of the come off his stomach. Once I'm satisfied I've cleaned every last drop off his abs I give Jasper another kiss. I could kiss him night and day, until the end of damn time and that would never be enough. He's insatiable.

"I really should go now. I've got heaps of homework."

I want to tell him to stay, to sleep in my bed with me, but this time he's standing from the bed at lightning speed. He's pulling away, and I feel as though he's using me to explore his sexuality, to get off and nothing else. That shouldn't hurt. I've done the very thing to other guys, but it does hurt.

"Sneak out then," I tell him, laying down on my back and watching Jasper–and his gorgeous toned arse–as he dresses before he leaves without a word.

My mind wanders to him saying that we don't know each other. I want to get to know him, but it feels like Jasper isn't going to let me in to truly get to know him. The used feeling is sending my thoughts spiralling. Jasper Capullo has fucked me up. And it seems as though I might be falling for my enemy.