49. Jasper
49
JASPER
My words hang in the charged air between us. Coraline’s eyes widen, her lips parting in surprise. For a moment, she just stares at me, something vulnerable and raw flickering across her face. Then her expression softens, a small, almost shy smile curving her plush mouth.
“You’re just saying that because I made you strawberry shortcakes,” she teases, but there’s a quaver in her voice that betrays her affected nonchalance.
I shake my head, my thumb stroking her cheekbone again, gentle and reverent. “I’m saying it because it’s true.” I lean forward and slowly capture her lips in a softer kiss, one that conveys all the things I can’t say.
It doesn’t stay soft and sweet, turning filthy quick enough. She rakes her hands through my hair, and I groan into her mouth. My hands flex around her waist, sliding over her hips and squeezing her ass. Her legs wrap around my waist, locking me in place as she rocks against me.
I can feel the heat of her through my jeans, and my cock is already demanding an appearance. Because apparently it only takes a couple of weeks for him to get addicted.
“Jasper,” she breathes against my lips, my name a plea.
“I got you, baby,” I assure her. “Hop down for a second.”
I help her off the counter and kneel down, my hands smoothing over her hips and down her thighs. She shivers under my touch, a breathy sigh escaping her lips. I look up at her through my lashes, holding her gaze as I hook my fingers in the waistband of her ripped jean shorts.
I take my time dragging them down her legs, enjoying the way her breath picks up. She steps out of them, one hand braced on my shoulder for balance. I toss the shorts aside, leaning forward and pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her lower belly, just above the lacy edge of her panties.
Her skin is warm and silky under my lips. I trail kisses along her hip bone, dragging the edge of my teeth. She gasps, her fingers curling into my hair. I grin against her before hooking my thumbs in the sides of her panties and slowly dragging them down. She’s bare and glistening, the scent of her arousal heavy in the air.
“ Goddamn , baby. My mouth is watering already.” I inhale deeply, my head fogging with lust.
I can't resist. I have to taste her. I swipe my tongue along her slit, and she groans.
“Fuck, Jasper.”
“That’s the idea,” I say against her cunt, making sure to trail my tongue over every inch of her.
“What if someone sees?” she pants.
Something about the way her breath catches snags my attention. I tear my focus away from the way her pussy is soaking my face, momentarily replacing my tongue with my fingers. I lift my head to catch her half-lidded gaze.
She jerks her chin toward the windows, her chest flushed with desire. “What if someone is watching right now?”
I keep my touch teasing, feathering my fingertips over her clit. “Then I think we should give them a show, yeah?”
Her lips part on a silent exhale and she stares at me with the same expression she had when we fucked around on the floating platform. Like she’s turned on and down for it, but also afraid I’m going to judge her or that it’s a trick.
“Yeah,” she breathes. Her hand finds the collar of my shirt and she tugs until it’s over my head and on the floor next to her shorts.
I stand up and capture her lips in a searing kiss, my hands skimming up her sides and taking her shirt with me. She lifts her arms, letting me tug it over her head and drop it. I palm her perfect tits, my cock straining at the sight of them spilling over my hands.
She makes this little noise of pleasure in the back of her throat when I drag her nipples between two fingers, rolling and pinching them. So I do it over and over again.
She’s panting against my lips. “God, that feels so good, Jasper.”
She fumbles with my belt buckle in her haste to get my pants off, so I help her out, because I’m a fucking gentleman and all that. When we’re both naked, I pick her up and carry her outside to the balcony.
She tenses when the warm afternoon air surrounds us.
Before I collapse back onto the patio loveseat, I pull back so I can see her face. “You good, baby?”
“Yes,” she moans. She tightens her arms around my neck and pulls my lips to hers in a searing kiss.
I sink down onto the cushioned patio loveseat, Coraline straddling my lap. The afternoon sun bathes her in a golden glow, illuminating every dip and curve of her body. She's a vision, her dark hair tousled and skin flushed with desire.
She rolls her hips, grinding her pussy along my aching cock. I groan into her mouth, my hands gripping her hips to pull her closer.
"Fuck, baby. You're so wet for me already," I rasp against her lips.
She rocks again, a teasing slide that has my cock throbbing. “You seem to have that effect on me.”
“Are you trying to make me come before I’m even inside you?” I groan, leaning my head back against the cushion.
“Maybe,” she teases, reaching between us and wrapping her hand around my cock. “But I want to fuck you, Jasper. And I want to feel this big cock of yours inside of me when I come.”
I grip her waist and lift her long enough to roll on a condom. Then I flip her in one smooth motion, so she’s facing away from me. The curve of her ass like this, nestled over my cock, almost makes me come.
“Fuck me,” I murmur, sliding my hands up her sides.
I trace the dip of her spine before palming her breasts from behind, plucking her nipples in that way I know she likes. She arches into my touch with a breathy moan.
“You want my cock, baby?” I murmur against the shell of her ear. “You want me to fuck that cunt right here where anyone could see us?”
“God, yes,” she pants, planting her hands on my knees and arching her back, tipping that heart-shaped ass of hers up further.
I slide my hand over her thigh, down her hip, and dip my fingers between her folds. She’s dripping wet, her pussy hot and ready for me. I circle her clit with my fingers, teasing her until she’s grinding against my cock.
“Please, Jasper,” she whimpers.
“Since you asked so nicely, baby.” I line myself up with her entrance and slowly push in, savoring the way her tight cunt wraps around my cock. We both groan as I bottom out, and I give her a couple of breaths to adjust.
She lets her head fall forward and starts rocking her hips. “More,” she begs.
I snake a hand between her breasts and palm the front of her throat. “Head up, baby, let ’em see how pretty you look when you come.”
“Oh fuck,” she cries, her cunt squeezing my cock tightly.
“You like that, hm?” I adjust my hand on her neck, careful to avoid her pulse points. “You like the idea of them watching you fuck yourself on my cock.”
She moans and nods frantically, her hips moving faster as she grinds herself on my dick.
“They’re watching your pretty cunt stretch for me. Play with yourself, baby. Show them how good you feel.” I reach around her with my other hand, using my index and middle fingers to spread her open.
Her fingers settle between mine, circling and pinching her clit as her hips pick up speed. The noises she makes are fucking insane, and it takes everything inside of me not to fucking come right now. I refuse to come before she does.
“That’s it, ride me just like that,” I growl, thrusting up to meet her. “Take what you need.”
Her moans grow louder, echoing off the trees as she chases her release. I can feel her body trembling, her pussy clenching around my cock with every stroke.
“Oh god, Jasper, I’m so close,” she gasps, her fingers working over her clit. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
“Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock while they watch.”
It’s the thing that pushes her over the edge. She throws her head back with a low groan, her muscles tightening as she rides out wave after wave of her orgasm. I fuck her through it, slow enough to prolong it.
“Jesus Christ that was intense,” she mumbles, her hands planted on my knees again.
“You good, baby?”
She leans back against my chest, one hand coming up to tangle in my hair as she turns her face towards mine. Our lips meet in a desperate kiss, all tongue and teeth.
Her eyes open slowly and she murmurs, “Fuck me, Jasper. I want to feel you come inside me.” She starts rolling her hips again.
Those are apparently my magic words, because less than a minute later, with her hand tugging on my balls, I come harder than I ever had in my life.