Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
QUINN
The mood is set. The lights are low as I sip on a glass of whiskey.
A vinyl record plays in the corner—something slow and sultry.
I slipped into my sexiest lingerie, something I know will drive Jasper crazy, and covered up with an oversized cardigan.
No need to give it all away the moment he walks in the door.
My hair is down and I put on a light coating of makeup. Nothing over-the-top.
The game ended an hour ago. He should be here any time now.
I can’t remember the last time I’ve been so…excited. I was tempted the other night to break my rule—not sleeping with someone on the first date. The only time I’ve done it was with Eric. That didn’t turn out how I planned, so I made myself go home.
Leaving Jasper there when I wanted to stay? It was an exercise in self-control. My body tingles with need at how much I want him.
A soft knock comes from the front door.
Finally.
Giving my hair one last fluff, I cross the living room and pull the door open. My eyes rake over Jasper. The porch light illuminates him in his suit.
Scruff lining his jaw.
Hair pushed back from his face.
Jacket pulling at his biceps.
Thick thighs straining in his pants.
Brown eyes taking me in.
Before I can say a word, Dolly makes her presence known.
“Hey, sweetheart.” Jasper picks up the cat that brushes between his legs.
“And here I thought you were coming to see me.”
He kisses Dolly before setting her back on the ground.
“Make no mistake, Quinn. You are who I’m here to see.”
“Good. Because, wow.” I wave a hand in front of him at the suit he’s wearing. It’s hard not to drool over this man.
“Wow me? I can say the same about you.”
Jasper pulls me in close, and I collide with the hard planes of muscle on his chest. Reaching up, I sink my fingers into the soft strands of hair at the nape of his neck and pull him down into a kiss.
A searing hot, toe-curling kiss as his tongue strokes along mine.
“Fuck, you taste amazing, Quinn,” he whispers against my mouth.
“Nice goal tonight,” I whisper back.
Jasper scoops me up into his arms with ease and holds me up against the wall.
Something no man has been able to do, and I love it.
What a fucking turn-on.
“Had to impress you, didn’t I?” He drags his nose along my neck.
“If that goal hadn’t impressed me, you holding me like this certainly would.”
His mouth captures mine again in another heated kiss. Wetness gathers in my core. I’m hungry for this man. Desperate to be close to him in every way.
My hands roam over his back, trying to find purchase wherever I can. Jasper’s mouth kisses down my neck as he pulls my sweater to the side.
“What’s this?” He fingers the orange lace of my negligee.
“Maybe if you’d keep going, you’d find out.”
Lust drips from my voice. I want to feel Jasper’s hands on me everywhere. Ripping this material from my body and having his way with me.
He sets me on my feet before I realize he’s pulling away.
“What are you doing?”
It clears the fog of lust surrounding me.
He holds up a brown paper bag I missed before. “This is a date, right?”
“Right…” I’m not quite sure where he’s going with this.
“Dinner first. I want to make sure this qualifies as a date so we can get to the good stuff.”
I groan, watching as he kicks off his shoes and pads to the couch and drops down.
“You realize I was going to give it to you?”
He smiles back at me as he opens the bag. “I still need to eat before I devour you.”
“You’re mean,” I whine. Grabbing my drink from the kitchen counter, I sit across from him, needing to breathe Jasper-free air.
“You don’t want to sit next to me?” he asks, unwrapping a chicken sandwich.
I slide my sweater higher up my leg, exposing the flesh of my thigh. “And have you tease me? I don’t think so.”
He adjust himself as he chews and swallows. “Which means you’re going to tease me?”
I waggle my brows at him. “Yes.”
We’re in a standoff, our eyes locked on one another. Heat and tension swirl around us.
I sip my drink as Jasper finishes eating and stands. Deft fingers undo the buttons on his jacket and he tosses it onto the chair next to me. Taking the time to undo the buttons on his cuffs, he rolls his sleeves up.
“Damn you, Jasper.”
Electricity buzzes through me as the muscles in his forearms ripple.
“What?” he asks, dropping back onto the couch, a leisurely smile in place.
“You know exactly what you’re doing.”
Why are forearms such a turn-on?
“Like you don’t know what you’re doing over there?” he fires back at me.
“And what’s that?”
“Sipping your drink. Showing me those sexy legs of yours.”
“Maybe if you’d kept going earlier, I wouldn’t have to tease you.”
Jasper pats his lap. “Then get that sweet ass of yours over here.”
Taking another sip of my drink, I stand and shrug out of my cardigan. I don’t miss the way his eyes widen or the way he licks his lips. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as I stand just out of reach.
“Do you realize how fucking sexy you are?” He fingers the soft material that flutters around the tops of my thighs. “Fuck, the things I want to do to you, Quinn.”
“Tell me.”
Jasper takes the glass from my hand and gulps down the rest of the amber liquor. “I want to rip this thing off of you.”
He stands, pulling me into him. Based on the tented material of his pants, I’m going to be well taken care of.
Fingering the orange bow that sits on my shoulder, he drags it down my arm. Goose bumps break out in his finger’s wake. He finds the ribbon in the front, holding the two sides together, and unties it.
My breasts spring free as he parts the material.
“These breasts of yours?” Calloused hands squeeze them together. “I want to fuck them.”
“Yes. Please, yes.”
One hand drifts over the soft skin of my stomach as the other tweaks my nipple. It slips into the lacey material of the thong I’m wearing.
“I want to taste you.” One thick finger delves inside me. I grab on to him, sinking my nails into him. “It looks like you’re already ready for me.”
“I am.”
I throw my head back, letting his finger move in and out of me. When he pushes two inside, I squeeze, letting him know just how badly I need him.
“So greedy, Quinn.” He nips at the tender skin on my neck. “I don’t think it’ll be tonight, but I want you to sit on my face. I want to feel these thighs as I make you come.”
“Yes, Jasper. Yes,” I purr.
“And once I’ve made you come, I’m going to bury my cock inside this sweet little cunt of yours and make you scream.”
“Jasper!”
Holy shit. My orgasm slams into me before I can even stop it. I came. Holy shit, I came so hard at this man’s touch. His hands? His words? His fingers? All of it together was the perfect recipe as I soak his fingers.
“That’s it, baby. Come like the greedy good girl you are.”
“Gah.”
It takes everything I have not to collapse in his arms. He holds me up as I come down from the high he brought me. Jasper sucks his fingers into his mouth. I bite down on my bottom lip as I watch him.
“Fucking delicious, Quinn.”
I love the way he says my name. Like he can’t get enough of it.
“I want more,” I whisper, trailing my mouth up the pulsing vein in his neck. I love the feel of his scruff under my lips.
Hoisting me into his arms, he asks, “Which way to the bedroom?”
I point him in the direction as I continue my ministrations on him. I have never wanted someone so badly before in my life.
I don’t know if it’s the connection the two of us have, or the way Jasper makes me feel safe and cared for, but I want to give everything I have to this man. And I know, I know, he’ll give it to me in return.
Laying me in the center of the bed, Jasper stands at the foot in all his glory. The negligee lies open as he undoes his shirt, exposing a six-pack of deliciously carved abs.
Dark hair lines his chest. I want to sink my fingers into it. Kiss every part of him. I squeeze my legs closed, trying to keep it all together. I’m ready to burst at the seams again.
Jasper chucks his shirt to the side and goes to unbuckle his belt. He lets it hang open as he grabs one of my legs.
“I like seeing what I do to you.”
“I’d like it even more if you did more to me,” I beg.
“One orgasm isn’t good enough?”
I shake my head. “I don’t think you’d be happy giving me just the one.”
Dropping to his knees, he trails hot, wet kisses up the inside of my thigh. He dodges my pussy and goes back down the other way.
“No. I want to savor every part of you before I make you come again.”
“Do it.”
Looking down my body at him, I notice a cocky smile on his face. “Did you not hear what I said?”
“Ugh, what?” I throw my head back in frustration.
Jasper sweeps both my legs over his shoulders. “I want to savor you, Quinn. And that means driving you crazy before I make you come on my tongue. Because when I fuck you, I’m going to have your taste on my lips.”
A deep shudder racks my body. I want everything Jasper is giving me. The soft kisses on my thighs. Nipping at my hip bone. The way his fingers push my legs to the side as he swipes a wet path up my soaked thong.
“How attached are you to this?” He fingers the material of my underwear.
“Not all that attached. Why?”
His answer comes in ripping the thin fabric from my body and sealing his mouth over my clit.
“Yes!” I shout, pushing my fingers through the soft locks of his hair. I hold on as I ride his mouth.
His tongue is masterful as it strums on my clit. My heels dig into his back, urging him. I’ve never felt like this before. A need pulsing through me as every cell in my body rearranges itself.
“Are you going to come for me?” Jasper asks.
I squeeze my legs tighter around him, managing only a brief mumbled yes before he lavishes my clit with everything he’s got.
It’s perfect. Each lick and suck sends liquid fire raging through my body. His fingers squeeze and hold me tight as I combust. Stars burst behind my eyes as I come. It feels endless as wave after wave crashes over me.
Rocking back onto his heels, Jasper wipes my wetness from his mouth.
“Fuck, I don’t think I’ll get over how good you taste.”
I give him a dazed smile. “Imagine how good it’ll feel when you’re fucking me while kissing me.”
“Is that what you want?” He leans over my body, tugging a hard nipple between his teeth.
“Yes. Fuck me, Jasper. Fuck. Me.”
Rising from the bed, Jasper shucks off his pants, socks, and boxers and…
“Damn.”
His cock is perfect. On the right side of big, it’s long and thick. He gives it a hard stroke as he steps closer to the bed.
“See what you do to me, baby?” He drops one hand by my head and leans close. I can feel him press into me. “All for you.”
Wrapping my hand around him, I claim his mouth in a kiss as I start working my hand up and down his dick.
I swallow his moans as I wipe the precum from the leaking head and smear it along his length. I cannot wait to feel him inside of me.
“Condom?” he whispers, staring down at me.
I shake my head. “All my tests are negative and I’m on the pill.”
“Mine are too.”
I grab his dick in my hand and line it up. “Then fuck me, Jasper.”
“Flip over.”
I wiggle my ass, letting his dick slide through my cheeks. He gives it a hard thwack.
“Do that again!” I shout.
Because holy shit. Jasper slapping my ass? Everything about tonight has turned me on in ways I never thought possible. But that? Turns out I don’t mind getting my ass slapped by this man.
He slaps my ass before fisting his hand in my hair and pulling me flush against him, thrusting his dick inside me in one go.
“Fuck!” he yells.
“Jasper!” I gasp.
Reaching behind me, I pull him down to kiss him. I need the connection. Need something to ground me as he works his way in and out of me. Slow, measured strokes fill me. Stretch me.
It’s perfect.
“You feel so fucking good.” He thrusts up into me. “So greedy the way you’re sucking my cock into this cunt of yours.”
“I’m already close,” I say.
How can I be on the brink of a third orgasm in one night? I don’t know if I’m ready, but I want it.
“Then hold on.”
Pushing me down into the comforter, Jasper pounds into me. His hands hold on to my hips tight as he keeps thrusting and moving inside me.
The bed swallows each gasp and moan as he fucks me senseless. My fingers tighten in the pillow as my third orgasm of the night rocks me. Jasper’s moves are stilted as he keeps pumping into me. It isn’t long before I feel him spill inside me.
“Oh fuck, baby. Fuck!” he bites out.
My body is limp, thoroughly sated after being fucked by this man. Jasper collapses on top of me, holding me close.
“That was…”
I rest my hands over his as he peppers my neck with soft kisses.
“Yeah, I know.”
Nothing else needs to be said. Because it was perfect.
Pulling out, Jasper heads to the bathroom and comes back with a washcloth in hand. The tenderness with which he takes care of me has tears prickling my eyes.
I don’t know why I waited so long to give this man a chance, but I’m thankful I did.
Kicking the comforter down around my feet, I pull the sheets back and crawl under. Jasper slides in next to me.
“Rest up, Quinn. Because I plan on doing that again.”
How many earth-shattering orgasms can one woman have in a night? I’m about to find out…and I can’t wait.