53. Jasper
53
JASPER
Coraline Carter is drunk.
Okay, so she’s not fall down drunk. But she’s definitely tipsy. She’s giggly and so fucking handsy. Hawke’s drunken commentary from my backseat only egged her on too.
Not that I’m complaining. I don’t think I’ll ever complain about my girl running her hands all over me. It’s just real fucking unfortunate that I can’t return the sentiment when I’m driving us home.
I pull my truck into the garage, the headlights illuminating the dark interior. Coraline giggles as I put it in park, her hand sliding up my thigh. I catch her wandering fingers, bringing them to my lips for a kiss.
“C’mon you two, quit making out and let’s get inside,” Hawke says as he gets out of the car. “I’m starving.”
“Pfft. I’ll show you making out,” she grumbles.
I hop out of my truck, round the front, and lift my girl out. “You tell him, baby.”
Her pout splits into a grin then, and she pushes onto her toes. She kisses the corner of my mouth and throws her arms around my shoulders. I palm the back of her thighs and lift her up. Legs wrapped around my waist, I carry her into the house.
Pudding meows the second I kick the back door closed with my boot.
“Pudding,” she exclaims, twisting to look at him twirl between my legs. “We’re back, you fluffy little meatball. Did you miss us?”
Pudding meows like he’s responding.
“Of course we missed you,” she assures the cat.
Laughter slips out as I walk into the kitchen. It kills me when she talks to him like he has any idea what she’s saying. And then when he meows back. I can’t tell you how many times I walked in on them having a whole ass conversation over the last few weeks.
I set my girl on the counter, the same spot that I ate that pretty pussy of hers for breakfast a couple mornings ago. She drums her fingers on the countertop, a smirk twisting those perfect lips of hers to the side. Yeah, she knows exactly what I was thinking.
Hawke’s bent over, rummaging in the fridge. “Damn, bro. You’ve got like an epic dessert selection.” He pokes his head out from the side. “Perks of dating a baker, yeah?”
“Don’t even think about eating those strawberry shortcakes, asshole.” He ate half the plate when Coraline brought them to the clubhouse last month. I didn’t even get to taste a bite of them.
“Alright, everyone grab a dessert and a drink and meet me in the living room,” Coraline says, hopping off the counter. “Let’s play a game.”
My brows lift as I follow my girl into the living room, the strawberry shortcake container already in my hand. “A game, hm? What did you have in mind, baby?”
She flashes me a mischievous grin over her shoulder. “Truth or dare. Or never have I ever? I don’t know—something fun and silly.”
Hawke trails behind us, his arms laden with an assortment of Coraline’s desserts. “I’m down for whatever as long as I get to eat these,” he says, plopping down on the chaise section of the couch. “Even if we played these games in high school.”
Coraline reaches over and snatches the pie plate of key lime cheesecake from Hawke. “You talk shit, you lose desserts.”
Hawke rears back, his brows sinking low over his eyes and his hand flying up to protect the rest of his haul. “Damn, Carter, okay.”
I grab some flavored alcoholic seltzer waters, regular water bottles, and a few beers from the mini beverage fridge in the corner of the living room. The glass bottles clink together as I carry them over, setting them on the coffee table.
“Okay,” she says with a clap, looking at me. “Since it’s your house, you get to pick the game.”
I collapse back into the couch, throwing my arm across her shoulders and pulling Coraline closer against my side as I consider our options. “Alright, let’s do truth or dare.” Could be interesting. And fuck it, maybe I’ll pull a few truths from her.
Coraline grins, tucking her legs underneath her and leaning into me. “Okay, who wants to start?”
Hawke pops open a beer and takes a swig before holding up his free hand. “I’ll go first.”
I open my own beer and ask, “Truth or dare, bro?”
Hawke smirks. “Dare.”
I shake my head. I should’ve fucking known better. He’s gonna pick dare every time, just for the promise of a thrill.
I take a long pull of my beer to buy myself a few seconds. I hadn’t really thought this far ahead yet. “Alright. I got one. I dare you to dance in front of the window.”
Hawke’s eyes light up and his grin grows wider. “What kind of dancing?”
“Whatever you want, man. But you gotta do it for thirty seconds, in front of that window where anyone could look in and see.”
“Hate to break it to you, bro, but everyone can already see inside your house. Your entire wall is a window,” Hawke drawls as he crosses the room.
“Ooh, I’ll play music,” Coraline says, pulling out her phone and scrolling. A second later, Taylor Swift plays.
Hawke steps in front of my window wall, the moonlight streaming in and illuminating his face. He looks at us and flashes a devilish grin before launching into an enthusiastic but utterly graceless attempt at ballet. Pointed toes and everything.
The absurdity of it catches me off guard, and I double over with a hand pressed to my abs like I can contain the mirth.
“Oh my god,” Coraline mumbles around a forkful of cheesecake.
His thirty seconds are up and he plops back on the couch, Coraline and I clapping for his performance.
We spend the next few hours eating and laughing and daring each other to do ridiculous, stupid things. And it’s some of the most fun I’ve had in years.
CORALINE
Jasper’s fingers trail lazily up and down my arm as we lay tangled together in his bed, the muted moonlight filtering through the gauzy curtains and casting everything in a dreamlike glow. Hawke’s soft snores drift in from the living room, the only sound in the otherwise still night.
Despite the late hour and all the fun I had tonight, sleep eludes me. Every brush of Jasper’s skin against mine sends tingles skating across my flesh, desire simmering low in my belly. I shift restlessly, trying to get comfortable, but it’s no use.
“Jasper?”
“Yeah, baby?”
I turn in his arms, draping my leg over his hip and pressing closer. “I can’t sleep,” I murmur, nuzzling into his neck.
His hand slides down to my lower back, his fingertips dipping just beneath the waistband of my sleep shorts. “Is that right?”
I rock my hips over his leg slowly. “You know what might help,” I hedge.
His fingers pause their soothing path along my arm. “I think I have an idea, but I want to hear you say it.”
I lift my head and gaze at him through my lashes. “I want you to make me come, Jasper.”
His eyes darken, a wicked smirk curving his lips. “You want my fingers, baby? My mouth? Or maybe you want my cock.”
"Yes," I breathe, my skin already tingling with anticipation. "Please."
In one smooth motion, Jasper flips us so I’m pinned beneath him. His weight settles over me, his lips hovering above mine. “One small problem, baby. You’re loud.”
I nip his lips. “I can be quiet.”
“Baby,” he chides. “You really can’t.”
“I can,” I challenge.
Jasper's lips brush mine in a teasing kiss before he pulls back slightly. "You really think you can be quiet, baby? With my head between your thighs, my tongue licking your sweet little cunt until you're shaking and coming apart for me?"
I shiver at his words, heat pooling between my legs. "I can try," I whisper, my voice already breathy with need.
He chuckles, the sound dark and sinful. "Alright then. Let's see how quiet you can be."
His hands skim down my sides, his calloused fingertips leaving trails of heat in their wake as he slowly peels my tank top up and over my head. I lift my hips as he hooks his fingers in my shorts and panties, dragging them down my legs until I'm bared before him.
Jasper settles between my thighs, his broad shoulders nudging them further apart. He presses open-mouthed kisses along my inner thigh, his breath fanning over me.
“Remember, baby. You have to be quiet,” he murmurs before swiping his tongue through my slick folds.
I bite my lip hard to stifle the moan that threatens to spill out. My back arches off the bed as Jasper’s skilled tongue strokes me higher and higher toward that blissful cliff. He licks and sucks at my sensitive flesh, stoking the fire building low in my belly.
“Fuck, baby. You taste so good,” he practically moans, his voice low. He grips my thighs, his thumbs holding me open for him to ruin me.
I tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging him closer and rocking my hips into him. A silent plea for more.
“That’s it, baby,” he rasps, groaning against my pussy and slipping two fingers inside of me. “Show me how much this cunt loves my tongue.”
He seems determined to wrench every ounce of bliss from my body, to make me forget my promise to stay quiet.
I slam my eyes shut, desperately trying to hold back the sounds building in my throat. But it’s a losing battle. Jasper is relentless, working me higher with each deliberate swirl of his tongue. His name falls from my lips in breathy gasps.
“Are you trying to wake Hawke up, baby?”
My breath stutters inside my chest, the idea turning me on. I hadn’t thought about it before, but now I am.
“You like that idea, yeah? Imagine him waking up to the sounds of your pleasure,” he murmurs, thrusting his fingers inside of me in easy, measured strokes. “He comes upstairs to investigate. And when he sees you, he can’t stop looking.”
“Yes,” I moan, louder now.
Jasper chuckles darkly against my core. “Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you baby? Hawke watching me make you fall apart.” He sucks my clit between his lips, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud.
Pleasure lances through me, white hot and blinding. I arch off the bed, my fingers digging into his thick hair. “Jasper, please.” I gasp, the words loud in the quiet room.
He releases my clit with a wet pop. “Please what, baby? Use your words.” His fingers continue their steady rhythm.
A noise from the doorway steals my words. Like we conjured him with our fantasy, Hawke stands just outside the bedroom, shoulder leaning against the doorframe.
“Jasper,” I squeak, my hands pushing on his shoulders.
“Nah, don’t stop on my account. Not before you get to finish, Carter,” Hawke drawls, his voice smoky and low.
Jasper tenses, sitting up and twisting to face the doorway. He blocks me from Hawke’s view. “Sorry, man. No disrespect, yeah?”
I peek around him and see Hawke’s gaze slide back to me. He looks uncharacteristically serious.
“You know,” Hawke murmurs. “Sound carries in your place, bro.”
“So you heard us?” My cheeks warm, but I’m not sure if it’s embarrassment or lust. Or both.
Hawke dips his head, his gaze holding mine before it flicks to Jasper. “If you want to make that fantasy a reality,” he pauses. “I’m game.”
I squeeze Jasper’s shoulders, excitement popping under my skin. He looks at me over his shoulder, his gaze roaming over my face.
“Up to you, baby,” he murmurs.
“Up to you,” I counter, arching a brow.
He smirks and holds my gaze as he says to Hawke, “Alright. But you’re an observer. You don’t fucking touch her, yeah?”
Hawke nods, his eyes darkening as he steps into the room. “I fucking love watching.”
My pulse quickens as Hawke settles into the armchair in the corner, his gaze heavy on my skin.
Jasper turns back to me, his dark eyes intense as they sweep over my face with possession.
“Eyes on me, baby,” he commands softly, hooking my legs over his shoulders. “Forget he’s even here.”
I nod, biting my lip as Jasper lowers his head between my thighs again. He presses a kiss to my inner thigh before dragging his tongue through my folds once more. I gasp, my fingers curling into the sheets as he laps at my sensitive flesh. His tongue swirls around my clit over and over again. I gasp, my hips bucking up to meet him. He holds me down with a firm grip on my thighs, keeping me spread open for his ministrations.
"That's it, baby," Jasper murmurs against me. "Let me hear you."
A moan slips past my lips as he sucks my clit into his mouth, pleasure sparking through my veins. I rock my hips into him, chasing the sensations building inside me. But it's not enough. I need more.
Despite his command to forget about Hawke, I can’t help but be hyper aware of his presence. Of his dark eyes watching Jasper eating me out. It sends an illicit thrill through me, ratcheting my arousal even more.
“Please,” I beg Jasper, my gaze sliding to Hawke in the corner.
He’s sprawled back in the armchair, one hand fisting his cock, stroking himself slowly.
“Oh god,” I moan, widening my hips and rocking against Jasper’s face.
My boyfriend’s eating my pussy like it’s his favorite meal and his friend is sitting in the armchair watching while jerking off.
Jasper pulls his mouth from me abruptly. “What did I say, baby? Eyes on me.”
My gaze snaps to him, and my breath hitches at the expression on his face.
“Good girl,” he praises. He thrusts two fingers inside of me, stroking that sensitive spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.
I cry out, my back arching off the bed. He pumps them in and out, keeping his tongue swirling around my clit. The dual sensations are exquisite, pushing me rapidly toward the edge.
He gives me his tongue again, working in tandem with his fingers. My moans grow louder, more uncontrolled, as I lose myself to the bliss he’s wrenching from my body.
“Fuck, Jasper, don’t stop,” I pant. I’m so close now, I’m almost there.
I tangle my fingers in Jasper's hair and tug, needing him closer, deeper. He groans against my pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. His fingers speed up, thrusting into me hard and fast while his tongue flicks over my clit mercilessly.
"That's it, baby. Come for me. Let me feel this sweet little cunt squeeze my fingers," Jasper rasps before sealing his lips around my clit and sucking hard.
That’s all it takes to send me flying. I shatter with his name on my lips, my inner walls clamping down on his fingers as wave after wave of ecstasy drowns me in the abyss.
I vaguely hear Hawke get up and leave the room, and I idly wonder if he came when I did.
As the last tremors of my orgasm fade, I collapse back against the pillows, my chest heaving and skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. Jasper presses soft kisses along my inner thighs, his stubble deliciously abrasive.
I reach for him and mumble, “I want you to come too.”
He chuckles, dragging his lips across my lower stomach as he climbs off the bed. “Yeah, about that. I already did.”
It takes me a second to realize what he means, and when I do, I can’t stop the smug smirk from curling up the corners of my lips. “Jasper?”
“Yeah, baby?” he murmurs, pausing in the bathroom.
“Did you just come in your pants?”
He shrugs with a grin, unapologetic as walks into the bathroom.