Eleven | Jasmin
Eleven
Jasmin
I masturbated in his bathroom.
Not even five minutes after watching him make a stupid sandwich and I was ready to hump the arm of the couch just to get some relief.
What the hell was that?
I wasn’t the kind of girl who was so hard up that I pleasured myself to thoughts of a guy fingering a jar of mayonnaise—which, by the way, was pretty fucking hot. Never in my life have I wanted to be something as gross as mayonnaise until now.
I tried to be quiet, but there was so much built-up tension that I couldn’t help but moan and cry out his name as the stars blinded me from such an intense orgasm. I ignored the thoughts of what would happen if he had been the one to touch me instead of just imagining it. Would he have gotten me off just as good? Part of me knew that it wouldn’t be just as good—it would be better. He was the kind of man who, once you experienced what he could do, nothing else would ever satisfy you again. But that wasn’t anything I had to worry about because the likelihood of Brody ever touching me was slim to none.
After the little bathroom incident, I tried to distract myself with work by planting my ass in the chair at the kitchen table and keeping my head down. I ignored the way the energy seemed to crackle between us every time he walked by. It was like there was this raw electricity, and I was bound to get zapped.
“You need to eat,” he said, plopping a sandwich down on a plate beside me. “I didn’t know what you liked, so it’s just plain with meat and cheese. You can find whatever you need in the fridge.”
I nodded, afraid to look him in the eyes after what I had done.
Without any warning, his finger reached below my chin and lifted my head so I had to look at him.
“If you want me to finger some mayo for you, all you have to do is ask. I already told you I don’t mind it being messy.”
I licked my lips instinctively as I thought about the mustard squirting and his comment about loving to eat.
“I don’t like mayo,” I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper.
Humor danced in his eyes as his finger continued to hold my chin.
“Well, if you need anything, you know where to find it.”
He finally released his hold on me and then walked off. I watched as he pulled his jacket and beanie on, then went out the front door, closing it behind him.
The snow had stopped, and according to the news he was watching earlier, the worst of the storm had already moved through. This was technically good news, but since I was stuck out in the middle of nowhere, that didn’t mean I would be able to get out of here anytime soon.
Before I could process everything that had just happened, my phone rang. I looked down to see Andi’s name on the caller ID as I swiped to answer it.
“Hey,” I said, a little too breathlessly.
“Hi. Everything okay?”
“Yeah. I’m fine. Why do you ask?”
“I talked to Sam, and he told me you were stranded at Brody’s place. Then you answer, sounding all out of breath...”
“Oh. Yeah. I’m stuck here. It’s fine, though.”
“Why are you being weird? Did you murder him, and now you’re trying to hide the body, and that’s why you sound out of breath?”
“No! Andi!” I laughed, leaning back in my chair. “Why would you say that?”
“Well, I know how badly you want those reindeer, and Sam said that it sounded like you two were already bickering. I guess I just assumed you were doing whatever had to be done to keep Frosty Fest afloat.”
“While I would technically do anything to keep Frosty Fest afloat, murder isn’t high on the list.”
“Okay, but that still doesn’t explain the breathl—”
I closed my eyes and waited as she finished processing what she was about to say.
“Oh my God! Jasmin! You slept with him? Please tell me that it’s just wild, crazy, stuck together during a blizzard, and you have nothing better to do sex and not that you’re sleeping with him to get the reindeer.”
“Do you really think I would go to that extreme?”
“For the reindeer? Yeah, I kinda do. I mean, I saw him in line at Waldon’s yesterday when I ran in to get some stuff, and he’s not bad to look at. But I don’t want you selling yourself short just to get the reindeer.”
“That’s not at all what is happening,” I muttered, looking outside to make sure he was still there and hadn’t snuck back in. “We haven’t had sex.”
“But you want to.”
I tapped my fingers on the table, knowing she was right but not wanting to admit it.
“Why don’t you just make a move on him?” she suggested, pulling my thoughts back to the conversation and away from the sandwich porn.
“No way. I’m not even interested in him. He did some freaky shit with a sandwich, and it just got me flustered. That’s all.”
“Freaky shit to a sandwich? Like he used his dick to make a sausage sandwich or something?”
“No!” I laughed, shaking my head. “He didn’t have his dick out.”
“Okay, I’m lost.”
“He was making a sandwich for himself, and I was watching. I don’t know why, so don’t bother with asking. Anyway, he just randomly decided to make it the most sensual sandwich-making experience in the world, and it left me a little flustered.”
“What did he do?”
“Well, for starters, instead of using a knife like a normal human being, he stuck his fingers in the jar of mayonnaise and practically fingered it before spreading it on the bread. Then he sucked his fingers clean, and I know he was flicking the tips of them with his tongue just to get to me.”
“Oh my!” Andi was giggling on the other end, which helped lighten my mood.
“Then he kept slapping things down. The meat. The cheese. The bread. Soooo much slapping, Andi. And every time he did it, I couldn’t help but imagine him spanking me as he took me from behind.”
“Shit. That’s hot.”
“It was. And then he put mustard on, and you know how sometimes air bubbles get stuck when you’re trying to get it out?”
“Yeah, it splatters everywhere.”
“Exactly! Well, it did that, and he made a comment about it being a squirter and that he didn’t mind messy. Then he continued to tell me how much he loves to eat .”
“Whew. Now you’re getting me all hot and bothered,” she said quietly. “No, I’m not talking about you. Get back to work.” Her voice was muffled with the last sentence, clearly not talking to me as she sounded like she was trying to cover the mouthpiece.
“So, what are you going to do about this?” she asked. “You guys apparently have some sizzling chemistry, and he wouldn’t be doing this if he wasn’t attracted to you. By the sounds of it, you’re equally attracted to him.”
“I kinda went into his bathroom and took care of things ,” I whispered into the phone, embarrassed to admit it out loud.
“While he was there?”
“Yes! He was literally in the other room, and Andi, I came so hard I saw stars. STARS! No one has ever made me come that hard before, and he didn’t even touch me. I just pictured him making that stupid sandwich, and I was done.”
“So why don’t you tell him you want to be the next sandwich he eats?”
“I can’t do that!”
“Why not?”
“Because what if this is all one-sided? What if he’s not interested in anything like that? I mean, he’s the biggest asshole I’ve ever met, so it wouldn’t surprise me if he were just doing this to mess with me since I got stranded here and forced myself into his space.”
“I doubt that it is. I know he’s grumpy and all, but I can’t imagine he would make those comments unless he were willing to act on them.”
“I don’t know. But one thing is for certain—he better stop because I feel like a ticking time bomb, already ready to explode again.”
“See, tell him about your little problem and ask if he wants to help fix it. You guys can work out a little friends-with-benefits situation while you’re there. Win-win for both of you.”
“We would have to be friends in order for that to work.”
“Okay, an enemies with benefits situation. It doesn’t really matter what you call it as long as he helps alleviate some of that pressure for you.”
“I would rather hump the couch,” I admitted. “Or a pillow with his face on it.”
“Jasmin!” She gasped. “You’re such a little freak.”
She laughed, making me laugh with her.
“But now I know what to get you for Christmas,” she teased. “A nice new pillow with his face on it and maybe some new toys from Dark Vibes.”
“They seriously have the best stuff.”
“Alright, well, I gotta get going. We’ve got a line out the door, and Zach is heading to lunch. I just wanted to make sure you were okay—which clearly, you’re doing just fine. If you need anything, let us know.”
“Thanks. I appreciate it.”
I hung up the phone and set it on the table as I contemplated ordering myself a new Dark Vibes toy.