Chapter 220

"Come on, you need to leave now," Jasper said and gently pushed Jeremiah off his shoulder.

Jeremiah let himself get pushed away, but he didn't shift away from Jasper.

His eyes roamed Jasper's face, stopping right at his lips and slowly licking his own lips.

Jasper saw what Jeremiah was doing and cursed under his breath, "Why are you looking at me that way?" He asked.

Jeremiah simply raised his eyes to Jasper's, "How?" He asked calmly, still not taking his eyes away from him.

Jasper raked his hair, "Like you're doing right now, stop it already." He chuckled nervously.

Jeremiah tilted his head to the side, making sure Jasper was staring at him as he slowly bit his lips and licked them again, "How, Jasper? I won't know unless you say it." His voice turned sultry and provocative.

Jasper massaged his temple, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt to let the air cool his body which was suddenly getting hot.

He focused on Jeremiah and cleared his throat, "Why are you looking at me that way... like you want me to fuck you?" He questioned quietly.

Jeremiah held Jasper's gaze, a faint smile playing across his lips.

Without saying a word, his hand moved to Jasper's knee, slowly moving up inside his thigh and stopping just right in front of his crotch.

Jasper saw Jeremiah's face leaning closer and closer, but he didn't move away, he didn't even blink his eyes away; he should slap Jeremiah's hand away from his thigh, it has passed the friendly zone and was threading close to the danger zone, but he still didn't; he simply watched Jeremiah's face, waiting for his next action.

Jeremiah saw that Jasper wasn't pushing him away this time, it grounded his decision and he moved his head in and covered the space between their lips.

He kissed Jasper's lips in a slow, unsure movement since Jasper remained still. He wasn't sure if he was going to get slapped or fucked, but he couldn't stop now that he's gone this far.

He nibbled on Jasper's lower lip before he pulled away, breathing hard, "Maybe I want you to." He whispered against Jasper's lips and moved his hand along the remaining space on Jasper's thighs, cupping him right at the centre.

Jasper shut his eyes and remained calm, he could lie to Jeremiah that he didn't want any of it, but Jeremiah's hand was right at his core, feeling his instant reaction to his touch.

He sighed and opened his eyes to stare at Jeremiah's darkening ones.

"We're drunk and horny, Jerry. I don't want any regrets in the morning," He gently removed Jeremiah's hand from between his legs and stood, heading inside his room.

Jeremiah followed immediately, catching Jasper before he reached the door.

He held Jasper's hand and turned him around, "Come on, man. We only live once." He pulled Jasper over to his bed and made him sit.

"Fuck disciplines, fuck regrets... we want each other, I don't see what's stopping us," He straddled Jasper, tilting his face upward, "Am I wrong?" He whispered.

Jasper clenched his jaws, "I don't want any regrets " He frowned, balling his fists beside him.

Jeremiah scoffed, "Stop being a pussy." He whispered into Jasper's ear and proceeded to pull his shirt away for him.

"Now that's one fine specimen of a man," He bit his lip as he threw Jasper's shirt to the floor and pushed him down on the bed.

He leaned down and licked his way from Jasper's belly button to his chest, "You've got the firmest chest I've ever laid my eyes on," He whispered over Jasper's sternum, smiling as he felt Jasper's hands coming up to grab his waist.

He kissed Jasper's sternum, licking his way to his left nipple and circling his tongue around it three times.

"Fuck... Jerry," Jasper gasped, his hands tightening around Jeremiah's waist.

Jeremiah moved up to Jasper's neck, placing wet kisses around it before he moved up to his face, his lips hovering over Jasper's.

"Mm? You called?" Jeremiah traced his hand over Jasper's chest and abs, sneaking it inside his pants.

Jasper gulped, his body tensing as Jeremiah's hand massaged his hardness, a soft sigh left his lips from the temporary pleasure.

"You like that, Jas... have I been able to convince you? Do you need more convincing?" Jeremiah whispered, his fingers using Jasper's pre-cum as his lubricant to rub around the head of Jasper's cock.

"Shit..." Jasper swallowed hard, "No more convincing," He slid Jeremiah's hand out and tumbled him over so he lay above him.

"Clothes off," Jasper commanded as he left the bed.

Jeremiah felt his body shiver from Jasper's hot command; without hesitation, he rid himself of every single clothing and lay on his side, watching Jasper undress.

He bit his lip as he watched Jasper return to him in his naked glory; he'd imagined this moment for so long, it was finally happening and the thrill he was feeling was more than he'd imagined.

Jasper reached the bed and climbed over it, tracing his hand from Jasper's heels and up his body, "The way you're looking at me... you've imagined this moment, haven't you?" He asked, his finger gently moving Jeremiah's hair out of the way so he could stare into those deep amber eyes.

Jeremiah smirked, "Not telling." He whispered, his heart pounding in his chest.

"We have to do something about this, it's turning blue," he licked his lips as he stared at Jasper's cock.

Jasper chuckled darkly. He leaned down as if he wanted to kiss Jeremiah but moved his lips to his ear, "On your knees, Jeremiah." He ordered and drew away from him to get something from his drawer.

Jeremiah loved it when Jasper commanded him so roughly, he wasn't used to taking commands, but he was loving it, maybe a little bit too much.

On his knees, Jeremiah watched Jasper pull out three things from his drawer.

A condom, a handcuff, and a lubricant.

"Damn, I never pinned you as kinky, but I'm here for it," He smiled as Japser returned to him.

"You talk too much," Jasper gently slapped Jeremiah's cheek before pulling his hands between them and cuffing them together.

"Fuck..." Jeremiah moaned, leaning in to kiss Jasper but he was blocked by Jasper's wrist.

"You're so wicked. You cuff my hands, which fucking turns me on, by the way, and yet, refuse to kiss me... fuck me already," Jeremiah pleaded breathlessly.

He never knew that having his hands cuffed could evoke such a powerful reaction from a person, he was almost at the edge.

"Turn your back for me, Jeremiah," Jasper ran his hand down Jeremiah's abs, stroking his cock a few times before releasing him.

Jeremiah was a panting, breathless, "I don't like condoms." He said breathlessly.

"Tsk, we'll call it a night -"

"No. Fuck you," Jeremiah frowned as he turned his back for Jasper.

"I thought so," Jasper whispered as he gently pushed Jeremiah's upper body down to the bed, his hand adjusting his waist to accommodate him.

"Damn..." He breathed out as he spanked Jeremiah's ass, clenching his jaws as he watched how Jeremiah's sleek hole twitched in response to his spanking.

Jeremiah moaned low in his throat, arching his back without shame as he felt Jasper's fingers massaging the cool gel against his entrance. His cheeks flushed, lips parted as he felt Jasper's eyes burn into him.

His ass pushed back, firm and deliberate, the curve of it presenting itself like an offering. He wanted to be touched, claimed—taken.

"Fuck…" Jasper muttered, voice ragged, hands dragging down Jeremiah's sides before gripping his hips hard enough to bruise.

"You know exactly what you're doing," Jasper growled, leaning in to bite the back of Jeremiah's neck, tongue trailing after.

Jeremiah shivered, breath shaky. "Then don't keep me waiting."

Jasper didn't.

One hand slid between Jeremiah's thighs, fingers trailing through slick heat, while the other spread him wider. Jeremiah was already throbbing, open, begging—body pulsing in time with his ragged breath.

"Damn... I'm fucking losing it," He muttered as he pushed his hips forward toward Jeremiah's heat, he couldn't wait to bury himself into that tight, neat hole.

Jeremiah panted, shuddering as he felt the tip of Jasper's cock probing him slowly, gently introducing his size inside him.

"Don't do slow, Jas, ram that ass," Jeremiah begged through ragged breath, pushing his hips against Jasper.

Jasper muttered something before he grabbed Jeremiah's hips and pressed in—slow, hard, and deep—Jeremiah cried out, pushing back against Jasper, desperate for more. The stretch burned in the best way, and he welcomed every inch.

"Perfect," Jasper hissed into Jeremiah's ear, hips snapping forward.

Jeremiah's fingers clawed at the sheets since he was unable to touch Jasper, lost in the rhythm, the heat, the way his body was split open and filled, over and over, until there was nothing left but the sound of skin, breath, and want.

He'd never felt so much pleasure in all his years of experience through sex. Jasper handled him in a way no one ever has.

The way Jasper kept slamming his cock into his hole was rough, quite rough, but, damn! He loved every bit of it. He thought he'd feel pain at first, but he experienced nothing of that sort, it's been pleasure after pleasure.

"You're so tight, Jeremiah, fucking tight, I'm going to cum, fuck..." Jasper groaned, his fingers digging into Jeremiah's waist.

Jeremiah bit down on his hand to keep the loud, shameful moan that threatened to escape his lips as his cum shot right at the spot beneath him, if he didn't gag himself, the whole resort would probably be made known of their activity.

"Ahn~" Jeremiah cried softly as he milked Jasper's cock inside him, his breath was short and ragged, his skin sweaty and flushed.

Jasper's jaws were clenched and his eyes were shot as he slowly slid himself out of Jeremiah, gently pulling him along as he fell on the bed.

He pulled off his condom and threw it in the trash beside his drawer. Arms wrapped around Jeremiah, they panted, catching their breaths as their bodies came down from their highs.

"Can you uncuff my hands now, officer?" Jeremiah asked, smirking as he pressed his back against Jasper.

Jasper grunted and spanked Jeremiah's ass, "Stop being naughty," He warned as he caressed the spot he'd just spanked.

Jeremiah was enjoying every minute of his time with Jasper; regrets? Fuck that.

With a soft click, the handcuff fell on the bed and Jasper picked it up, leaning over to place it on top of his drawer.

He turned to see Jeremiah rubbing his wrists, they looked a little red.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked, frowning as he held Jeremiah's wrists, tracing his thumb over the red mark.

"Aww, do you care?" Jeremiah smiled at him.

"Answer me," Jasper asked, not smiling.

Jeremiah was puzzled by Jasper's seriousness over a slight bruise, "Chill, man, it's just a discolouration." He held Jasper's hand this time, placing a hand under his chin to tilt his face up.

"I'm fine, really," Jeremiah whispered.

Jasper stared at him for some time before looking away, "Good then." He said.

"Hey, not so fast," Jeremiah hooked an arm around Jasper's neck and locked him in with his leg, too.

"Turning away from me after fucking me?" He asked.

"I just need to sleep, my head is pounding," Jasper replied.

"Mm, me, too. But before we do that, tell me, I wasn't that bad, was I? You liked every second of it just like I did, right?" He asked, gazing into Jasper's eyes.

Jasper slowly nodded, "Sure." He kissed Jeremiah on the side of his lips and unhooked his arm from his neck.

"Goodnight, Jerry," Jasper turned his back to Jeremiah and closed his eyes.

'I hope I don't regret this,' Jasper repeated in his head as he kept closing his eyes, hoping for sleep to subdue him.

Jeremiah stared at Jasper's back for a while before he, too, turned his back on Jasper and hugged his pillow.

'No regrets,' He thought to himself as he shut his eyes, allowing sleep to numb his racing thoughts.