9. Reece

Having snuck around the Valley View campus a few times now I've worked out exactly where Jasper's room is, which window is his. It's dark now–past eight–so he'll be back from supper and hopefully in his dorm room.

Picking up a few rocks from the ground I pelt them at the window. It's drawing attention to myself but no one is around.

After having thrown three smaller rocks without a response I edge closer to the window, and bang on it with my palm, speaking in a low voice, "Jasper."

It seems like a lifetime when he finally slides the window open and glares at me annoyed.

"What're you doing here, Reece?" he questions, his tone snarky.

"Coming to see you. What else would I be doing?"

"Did anyone see you?"

"So what if they did," I remark, smirking at him.

"I care, Reece. People can't see us together."

I laugh at his stupidity, gripping his hands on the window sill.

"Well, then let me in, Jasp."

"Why would I let you into my room again?" he observes, raising his eyebrow.

"Because you want me."

"Do not. I hate you."

"So you keep saying, but you haven't exactly pushed me away, Jasp." He scoffs and steps back from the window. I slip–losing my footing a moment–before I hoist myself up on the window ledge to crawl inside his room. His bed is there so I land on it–on my arse–with a thud. He's standing beside the bed, arms folded over his chest.

"I don't want you here, Reece."

I stand, climbing off his bed and shoving him against the wardrobe. "Tell me to go then, Jasper."

He gasps then, a whimper escaping his lips when I grip the front of his t-shirt, tugging him closer.

"I hate you," he hisses at me, licking his lips, his tongue swiping across the deep bow of his lips.

"Mmm, I hate you too, Jasp," I say before crashing my lips to his for a hard kiss. He moans into the kiss, and I pull back. "You can't deny you love kissing me, Jasp."

"I don't. I could be kissing anyone and I'd react the same way," he protests, his cheeks colouring with a blush that contradicts his words. He loves kissing me, and only me. Reaching down between us, I grip his hardening cock. "Maybe so, but I'm the only one who causes your cock to harden."

He shakes his head, moaning as I begin stroking his cock over the front of his pyjama pants.

"Mmm, Reece," he murmurs. "That…feels…so…good."

Groaning, I continue stroking his cock, kissing him again and demanding entrance to fuck his mouth by biting down on his lower lip. The bite draws blood, and he licks it away, lacing his tongue with mine so I can taste the blood too. And fuck. Fuck. That turns me on. My dick instantly hardens, tenting my sweats. I kiss Jasper harder, pistoning my hips forward so my dick is brushing against his. The contact–the friction–causes him to groan and he breaks the kiss with a loud moan and a breathy, "Fuck."

I gasp and grip his waist to push him down onto the bed. "You turn me on, so damn much, Capullo."

Again he groans and grips my neck to pull me down for a kiss. I fucking love this feisty side of him. Jasper is shy–most of the time–outside the bedroom but he lets loose when he's in my arms and takes everything my dominant side requests of him. We kiss for a while, all moans and groans, tongues battling and teeth clashing. I could kiss Jasper Capullo twenty-four fucking seven for eternity and it would never be enough. Damn him.

I break the kiss however because I need more. More kisses. More touching, skin on skin.

"Jasp," I murmur, gulping before continuing with a more authoritative tone, "Get naked."

He shakes his head at me. "No," he snaps, licking his lips.

"I said get naked, Capullo."

He stares at me, his eyebrows furrowing. "Not happening, Reece."

"You like playing games, Jasper?"

"No. I just don't get naked in front of people I don't know."

I scoff. "I've had my tongue down your throat and touched your damn dick in your pj pants, Jasp."

"So, that means nothing."

"Right, so you go around letting every guy you meet kiss and touch you?"

He blushes then, shifting a little under me so he's sitting up against the headboard.

He again shakes his head. "No, you're the only guy I've kissed. And no one, not even a girl has touched me that way." His cheeks are a deep crimson.

"Fuck, Capullo. You're killing me."

He licks his lips again, mumbling, "I'm sorry."

"Don't give me that shit. Seriously, just get naked."

He nods, grabbing the hem of his t-shirt and pulling it over his head. He throws it on the floor, and I admire his body for a moment. He's ripped, a long deep ridge defining his abs. "Fuck Jasper. You're ripped."

"Ah, thanks," he mumbles, his shyness showing again with his blush.

"Take your pants off," I demand, staring at him. He shakes his head, and fuck if his defiance doesn't turn me on.

"Only if you strip first."

"Doesn't work that way with me, Jasp," I taunt him, gripping the waistband of his pj pants, and yanking them down to free his hard dick. I gasp, eyeing his hard length already glistening with precum.

He wiggles out of the pants as I pull them down further, shuffling back down on the bed so I can pull them off him completely.

"Your body and cock are a work of art, Jasper," I remark, leaning back over him to kiss him hard.

He moans against my lips on his, writhing his hips beneath me. "More…more…Reece..please…" he rasps, his breath fanning my face as he breaks the kiss.

"More? You want more?"

"Yes, please," he pants, gripping the front of my t-shirt. Brushing his hand away I pull my t-shirt off and stand a moment to discard my sweats and boxers. My dick is so hard it's pointing straight at Jasper when I climb back onto the bed.

"Oh, wow. You're huge," he comments, his gaze lingering on my dick which causes it to jerk in response.

"Yeah, touch me, Jasper."

"I…I've…never."

"Fucking touch me, Capullo," I demand, clutching his wrist and pulling his hand towards my aching cock. He wraps his long delicate fingers around my length, hesitating.

He bites down on his lip, unsure of what to do next. "Have you never stroked a damn dick before, Capullo?"

He shakes his head. "No."

"Never?"

Again he shakes his head, not replying but his answer is a clear no and I can't help but scoff. Seems like Jasper is a virgin or maybe he's just playing me because no guy as gorgeous as him our age is that pure.

"Fuck, Capullo. I knew you were innocent, but fuck me dead I didn't think you were that pure."

"I guess you don't want me now," he responds, his cheeks colouring again.

I snigger. "I want you even more, Jasper."

"Oh, um…" he mumbles, biting down on his lip and taking his hand back. I want to say something snarky but instead, I clasp his dick in my fist and start to slowly stroke his length, whilst watching his eyes that are caught with mine.

We don't exchange words, just stare at each other as I coat his glorious uncut dick with his precum as lube. He can't help but buck his hips up, moans beginning to escape his lips as the pleasure builds.

"Oh, shit…Reece!" he bellows, his dick jerking and his hips bucking off the bed as he comes all over his stomach and my hand. I smear it over his skin–and lick my hand–still watching him. His face twists in disgust.

"Fuck, you taste divine, Jasp."

"Really?" he questions, his eyebrow quivering.

"Divine, Capullo," I taunt, bending down to lave my tongue over the come on his stomach until his fair skin is clean. I don't stop licking his body though, then trail my tongue into that deep ridge of his abs, all the way up his body until I kiss his lips once more.

Immediately he turns the kiss feral, flitting his tongue over my lips to taste himself on them. I'm about to break the kiss when his hands find my cheeks, and he's yanking me closer, the kiss deepening to the point it feels as though my lips will be bruised. His kiss is punishing and fuck I'm here for it. He lets out a loud groan, breaking the kiss suddenly as he roars, "Oh god, fuck Reece!"

I pull back, realising I've just come all over him without even a touch. And he too has come again.

I could be embarrassed by my pubescent ejaculation but it's the opposite. No one has ever made me come without a touch, with just a kiss. Until now. Until Jasper Capullo. My sworn enemy.

"Damn, Capullo. Your hot as fuck kisses made me come."

"Oh, um. I'm sorry."

"Fuck off with the sorry, dickhead. I didn't say it was a bad thing."

"Oh, ok," he mumbles, again biting down on his plump lip.

I laugh, slipping a finger into the come covering my dick. I put it to his lips.

"Open, Jasp. Taste my come."

He shakes his head, biting his lip harder.

"Come on, Jasper. You're gonna taste my come and fucking love it."

He still doesn't open his mouth, so I scoop up more come, smearing it all over his lips, and his deep philtrum.

He gasps for breath and then, involuntarily licks his lips. His eyes light up and he smiles, licking his lips again, his tongue laving over them multiple times as he groans.

"Taste good, Jasp?"

"Yeah, it does actually," he comments, licking his lips again for any lingering come. I run my fingers through the come on his stomach again and slip the finger into his mouth. His tongue swoops over it, and he sucks on it until it's clean. I withdraw it with a pop, and taunt him, "Next time you're going to do that with your pretty lips wrapped around my cock instead, until I'm coming down your throat and you swallow every last drop."

He gasps, his eyes going wide at my suggestion.

"There won't be a next time, Reece."

I laugh, and stand up from the bed, pulling on my sweats–sans boxers.

"Oh yes there fucking will be, Capullo," I taunt as I tug on my t-shirt.

Leaning over I give him one last kiss–for now–not letting him turn it to a fierce one before I stumble towards the door and leave without a word from either of us.

If tonight was anything to go by, being with Jasper Capullo is going to kill me.

We'd gotten off together, and I'm craving more. Craving his kisses. Craving his touch. And craving–aching to, dying to–fuck his damn brains out.

I knew before being with him that I like to be dominant in the bedroom, but his little bratty moments nearly sent me over the edge and I want to dominate him by fucking him so hard he'll see stars and crave me as much I crave him.

Fuck, I'm fucked up for my enemy.