His fingers glide subtly down my arms, leaving shivers in their path. I close my eyes and tilt my head to the side when his lips graze gently over the fold of my neck. I could stop him and ruin this moment or I can remain still and see what he intends to do to me. Curiosity has always gotten the best of me.
“You,” his mouth moves to my shoulder, “are,” down my chilled arm, warming it with each breath, “jealous.”
My eyes shoot open, and my body tenses up. “I am not,” I hiss at his ridiculous accusations.
Am I?
Wearing only a pair of gym shorts, I take in his appealing physique. A summer tan that has yet to fade. Rigid abs and biceps that crave to protect me. His sharp jawline ticking with anticipation to devour me. I drag my eyes up to meet his.
“Admit it,” he whispers in my ear.
I make a move to my bag, but his strong hands grip my arm. Not painfully, but enough force to hold me in place. “Why would you call her when I’m in your house?” I hold my gaze on my bag.
“Why do you care?” His voice is stern, loaded with demand.
“I don’t.”
“Damnit, B. Why won’t you just admit that you feel something for me?”
I straighten myself up, suddenly feeling very exposed. A feeling that is new to me. Modesty is not something that I ever acknowledge, but standing here with him—like this, my vulnerability is at an all-time high.
After a grave moment of silence, I say the first thing that comes to my mind, kicking my vulnerability in her ass. “We’re friends, Jasper. We’ve both agreed…”
But he doesn’t let me finish. I eat my words when his mouth crashes into mine. After piercing my lips tightly closed, I lose the resistance, as his tongue slithers in and seduces mine. My body at battle with my armed emotions. Ready to take flight if needed but fully prepared to lose this war. I don’t stop him as he pushes his mouth harder, so much so that I cinch at the pain, the beautiful pain as he devours my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth. “Admit you were jealous.” He draws in a breath and exhales it against my neck.
I shake my head as his hands grasp my ass and lift me up, my legs wrapping around him. The warmth of his stomach between my legs and his nails digging into my bare skin.
“Admit you want me.” He tosses me down on the bed, using his hands to pry open my legs. If I were to look down, I imagine I’d see my heartbeat through my thin skin.
I shake my head again.
“The drip down your legs doesn’t lie like you do.” His eyes slice through mine in search of something satisfying. Any kind of inkling that I want him as bad as he wants me.
I won’t give it to him. Even if it is a lie.
“Don’t flatter yourself, I just got out of the shower.” I lie my head back and close my eyes as his tongue sweeps down my thigh. The sucking sound that he makes on my body, turning me on even more.
He lets out a conceited moan. “Baby, that’s not water.”
His hands move up, cupping my breast as his tongue swirls at my entrance, sending shivers through me. My hips raise on impulse when his nose rubs against my nub. He retreats his hand and uses one finger to trace the outline of my clit, before pushing it inside of me. Electrical impulses course through as I feel myself swelling from the inside. His touch is almost more than I can handle, but I’m so thirsty for more. I lick my lips and allow my hips to rise and fall and he inserts another finger. Both hands now at his side, he pushes himself up and makes a slow attempt to get off the bed.
“What the hell are you doing?” I groan in desperation, catching my missed breaths and allowing my heart to steady.
A smug grin fills his face as he raises a brow. “I was just gonna go.” He points at the bedroom door, all cocky and sarcastic like. He knows what the hell he’s doing. “You said you didn’t want me or this. So…”
I walk quickly to his side. “Shut the hell up.” I push him onto the bed. I straddle him as his hard cock presses through the fabric of his shorts. I glide my body up and down, rocking against him. He props himself up on his elbows and takes my right nipple into his mouth. Sliding his hand into the thin space between us, he rubs my clit in circular motion as I continue to grind myself into his touch. He slides two fingers inside of me as he pulsates them inside me, hitting my g-spot. I begin to cry out when his mouth collides with mine, trying to dull the noise that escapes me. Untamed, uncontrolled, and completely breathtaking. I feel myself flood in the palm of his hands as he digs deeper inside of me and I ride out my orgasm.
“Fuck me, Jasper.” I moan into his ear as my lungs refill.
For a moment, I feel like he is going to shoot me down again. That I’ll be humiliated. To my surprise, he doesn’t. “Do you have a condom?”
I climb off of him and feel myself drip down my leg, ignoring it, I go over to my purse that sits up against my bag and dump the whole thing out as I rummage through the contents, finally finding one. Suddenly grateful that Knox dropped a handful of these in there as a joke “for a special occasion” were his exact words. I hope these things don’t expire.
Still in a state of sexual frustration, even after the best orgasm of my life, I have a dire need to feel him inside of me. I hurry back to the bed, hoping I didn’t kill the moment.
I’m reaffirmed that Jasper wants me just as much as I want him when he pulls me down, flipping me over until my back crashes into the bed. I offer my help as we simultaneously pull his shorts and boxers down, flinging them to the side and suddenly feeling intimidated. I’ve seen his dick before, but it was in my hand or my mouth, never inside of me.
Using his teeth, he tears off the top of the wrapper, spitting it to the side. Like a deficiency in extreme need of attention, him being the pill that fulfills me, I pull him closer. Pressing my lips against his bulging biceps, and feeling the heat of each breath rolling back to me, carrying his scent with it. Slowly bringing me back to life.
Just as I think he’s about to enter me, his movements freeze. “I need to know you want this.” His voice is raspy as he looks back with eyes that beg for the words.
“More than anything.” I pull him down and kiss him. Hard.
Using his free hand, he slowly slides in the tip, and I wince at the sting when he presses further. My breathing restricted and my heart beating like a fricken drum as he plummets himself deeper and harder into me. I let out a gasp.
“You ok?”
“Mmmhmm.” I lick my lips and smile as our eyes hold focus. He drives himself in and out, again and again as I envelope around him. Pulling him in and pushing him out. I slowly raise my hips and join him in the motions, riding him from underneath. My hips buck into him as his pelvic bone strikes mine. The slight pain I felt on his entrance is replaced by pleasure; our eyes still magnetically connected. The only thing I focus on is this—the now.
Jasper takes hold of my leg and brings it up to my chest as he thrusts deeper. “Fuck.” he moans, “Babe, I’m gonna come.”
I pull him closer with my arms wrapped underneath his, my fingertips digging into his shoulder. As he comes undone, I feel as if I’ve been put back together.
He topples to the side with the condom still intact and we both let out a drawn-out breath. His head cocked to the side, looking at me. “Still ok?” he asks.