27. Jasper

It's barely been fifteen minutes since I messaged Reece, and he's knocking–rather loudly–on my dorm room door.

Opening it to him, he barges in and I glance down the hallway to see if anyone is around. The coast appears clear, but I can't shake the on edge feeling and Reece senses it, asking with a teasing lilt, "Why are you so worried, Jasp?"

"Did anyone see you?" I ask, closing the door behind me.

"No, seriously, relax," Reece responds, reaching out to touch my abs through my t-shirt, causing me to wince as his fingers graze my cut.

"You ok? Is that blood on your t-shirt?" Reece questions, his eyes caught on the streak of red I've only just noticed on my white t-shirt.

"Yes, no," I reply, shrinking back from him.

He glares at me, his eyes darkening with rage. "What happened Jasper? Did someone hurt you?" His tone softens with the second question, a protectiveness in his tone that causes my heart to race as I sit on the edge of my bed. Reece follows, sitting on the edge and glaring at me, awaiting my response.

I feel like an idiot, admitting, "I went swimming last night, whilst I was high and cut my side on some jagged rocks."

Reece gasps. "Shit, sounds like that would"ve hurt."

I bite down on my lip. "Ah, yeah. It did."

"Show me," Reece requests suddenly, gripping the hem of my t-shirt and yanking it up. His eyes take in the cut, studying every tear in my lightly tanned skin. It's still throbbing a little, but I'm trying not to think of that, and the sting of pain.

"Damn, Capullo, you certainly did a number on yourself."

"Yeah, I um…I…"

"What?"

"I nearly messaged you to come over and kiss me better, but I was still coming down from my high and I fell asleep," I tell him, feeling my cheeks heating more and more with each word.

Reece chuckles. "You should have," he says, adding with a snigger, "And I can"t imagine you high."

"It was only weed. Nancy bought it over for a bit of fun because I"ve been so uptight lately."

"Well, that"s not something I expected from you, at all. Thought you were a proper good boy," Reece teases, smirking at me.

"I am," I counter. "But a good boy can have a bit of fun too."

"Yeah, dirty fun," Reece sniggers.

He leans forward and kisses me, edging my t-shirt up a little, and brushing his fingers over the bottom of the wound.

"Take it off, Jasp," he requests, nodding towards my t-shirt in his grip.

I pull my t-shirt off, throwing it on the floor. Reece kisses me hard and fast before trailing kisses down my abs.

"I fucking love your body, Jasper," he comments, licking each nipple, causing me to writhe and moan. "You"re so fucking sexy."

He kisses each ridge of my abs, pinching my nipples at the same time.

"Fuck, Reece, stop," I groan, bucking my hips up. "God it feels so good."

"Mmm…you don"t want me to stop?" Reece taunts, running his tongue along the wound.

"No. More, Reece. More," I beg.

Reece is still pinching my nipples and he runs his tongue along the wound more, licking the cut flesh whilst moaning. "Mmm, Capullo, your blood tastes so sweet."

"Reece, fuck. What are you doing to me?"

Reece laughs. "Edging you, pretty boy," he taunts.

"That"s so cruel, Reece."

"It will be worth it, Jasper," he promises me as he starts licking down over my cut lines. I buck my hips up to meet his lips, moaning, "Reeeece."

He yanks my boxers off, tugging them off at my ankles before he licks my inner thighs, spreading my legs wider. "Mmm…feels good. Please, Reece."

"Please what, pretty boy?"

"Suck me," I request, my voice a muted rasp.

"You demanding something of me, Capullo?"

Reece looks up, his glare angry. I shake my head. "No. I would never. I just want to come."

"And you will, but only if you"re a good boy."

He licks my pucker then, just one wave of his tongue before he pulls back.

"Reece, please, I need to come."

He stretches up to kiss my lips, reaching down and teasing my hole with his fingers whilst kissing me.

The pleasure is coursing through my whole body, causing my hips to buck up. Reece slides another finger in, and I let out a squeal.

"Fuck. Reece. Please make me come."

He keeps fingering me and kissing me. My release hits, covering Reece"s clothes in my come.

"You came all over me, dirty fucker."

"I hate you," I respond, laughing.

"I hate you too," Reece reciprocates, standing and yanking off his clothes before he climbs into bed with me. He kisses me again before we lie back and I sigh.

"What"s that sigh for?"

"I hate having to sneak around with you. Only able to be with you behind closed doors," I admit, huffing loudly.

"You know we can"t be out, Jasp. The feud with our families makes us enemies."

"I know, but our parents' feud is not ours. I don"t even know what they"re fighting for." I don't say anything about his comment about us being enemies. He doesn't feel like my enemy anymore. He never did.

"Me either," Reece replies.

I yawn then, tiredness hitting me hard.

"Go to sleep, pretty boy," Reece coaxes as I roll over and Reece pulls me close, kissing the side of my head. It's a comforting gesture–not at all like his usual manner–and I murmur, loving the feeling of being cradled in Reece's embrace.

He's an enigma, hard and rough when it comes to sex–even with his words –but there's a sweetness underneath the outward persona. A sweetness that I'm wondering if he only shows me.

As I drift to sleep I contemplate my feelings for Reece. And I'm pretty damn sure I'm falling for him. Frankly, I'm probably in love with him, but I'm scared to admit that to myself, let alone voice it to him.