Chapter 9 #3
He leans into me to give me a messy kiss, but the angle gradually becomes uncomfortable, so without a word, he pulls back and flips me around. Now I can brace myself on the stairs, and his thrusts come harder, immediately ripping desperate sounds from my throat with each motion.
Jasper kisses my shoulder, and I bite the back of his hand – the one gripping mine – as my hips move against him, doubling the wave of pleasure surging through me with growing intensity.
I brace myself on the steps as he presses against me, and it’s amid his ragged breathing and my frantic moans that we both hear a loud crack that seems to shake the structure beneath us.
“What the hell was that?” he asks, breathless, slowing his thrusts against my back and pressing his pelvis against my ass instead.
It could’ve been the old wood of the stairs, that’s what I want to tell him.
But there’s a sharp pain under my ribcage I’ve been ignoring for a while, so it could easily be more than one thing.
“I think it was my rib,” I answer.
“Holy shit,” Jasper mutters low against my ear.
He pulls out, and I immediately feel his hands on my waist. The lips that were on my neck are now on my shoulders, then my back, leaving a trail of wet kisses down to my ass. He’s lowering himself to the ground.
“Turn around.”
Jasper commands, and I obey.
“You okay?”
He checks for any bruise near my ribs, any sign of pain in my eyes, confirming nothing is wrong before continuing.
“I’m fine,” I reply without even thinking. There’s a stabbing pain on the right side of my ribs, but I couldn’t care less right now.
“You sure?”
The words irritate me.
Because he shouldn’t be worried.
He should be doing anything except worrying.
Jasper has not cared about me one second in his life.
“I’m sure, Jasper, I’m fine!” I finish pushing him down to the ground, on his knees, and climb over his folded legs.
I wrap an arm around his strong, broad shoulders to steady myself while I take his rigid length in my other hand and sink onto him in one sharp, deliberate motion, asking, “Does this feel like I’m not fine?”
He only answers with a broken growl as his hands grip my hips, steadying me so I can find my rhythm. Slowly, I adjust until I’m moving on my own, up and down, forward and back, taking him deep with every motion.
The hands that were on my back slide down to my ass, and suddenly he’s the one controlling me, his arms flexing, biceps rigid as he lifts me over his hard cock, the pace increasing as his chest heaves and his breath shatters into rough growls. He’s about to come.
But the constant friction is grinding against my clit from the outside while this angle hits directly on my G-spot, and judging by the tension rising from my pelvis to the tips of my toes, I’m going to come first.
Jasper must sense it, because he pulls me tight against him, holding me before I lose control of the movement, which only intensifies the pleasure, making me cry out.
Again.
And again.
Suddenly I’m trembling, gasping, overwhelmed by something that feels either like pure ecstasy or a medical event, because my consciousness flickers in and out and I have moments when I can’t even tell what I’m doing. Insanity, that’s the answer every time.
I’m doing something wildly, utterly insane.
He shudders beneath me and comes while still kissing me. It’s a glorious insanity that feels endless, but it’s one you desperately don’t want to end.
I don’t want it to end.
But his lips start slowing, growing calmer by the second, trailing kisses along my jaw, my neck, until they stop between my breasts.
His head rests against my chest and I watch the muscles of his back rising and falling intensely, then gradually slowing as his breathing returns to normal.
Then he pulls back slightly, slipping out of me slowly, tracking the movement with intention before looking up, but I immediately turn my head, suddenly fascinated by counting the stars just so I don’t have to look back at him.
I don’t know if I can.
“Julie?” Jasper calls my name softly, and my stomach flips.
Instead of answering, I go straight to the most important point of conversation.
“Why are you calling me Julie?”
He frowns, eyes searching for mine again.
Shit, I looked back.
And now I’m trapped. Trapped in eyes as dark as the ocean reflecting the moon in the middle of the night.
“Isn’t that your name?”
“Exactly. Julie. You’ve been calling me Julia for the last ten years.”
“That’s not true,” Jasper argues. Then stops. Thinks. “Okay, it’s kind of true. But you always call me Assman… and giggle every time because you think you’re so smart for coming up with it.”
“I am smart, Assman,” I grumble, completely flustered. His hands are still on my ass, holding me slightly off the ground even though we’re not doing anything anymore. “You can let go now, you know?”
“I’m trying to keep you off the ground,” he explains instantly. “There’s sand all the way up to my prostate right now, it’s not fun.”
My eyes stay on his for a second. One single second until the information sinks in. Then I look away again.
I’m not ready for any of this.
Jasper Hassmann is a monster.
He would never… he would never care if my ass hit the sand. Or if my ribs got bruised after he fucked me against a half-rotted staircase on a Mexican beach. Jasper Hassmann is such a monster that I would never imagine him capable of this kind of thing.
Of deliberately holding me up so I wouldn’t get dirty.
Not even during sex.
Have I ever wondered how Jasper Hassmann would be like in bed?
I can’t lie and say no.
But in my head, he was a robot – selfish, silent, mechanical, with one single objective: get to the end. Nothing else.
So why did his body fit so perfectly against mine?
Why did his kisses feel so intense?
Why did his arms hold me with so much hunger and, at the same time, so much care?
I place my hands on the step behind me and start standing, fully aware that my naked body will come back into his view the moment I move.
“Turn away, I’m getting up.”
But he just rolls his eyes and mutters impatiently as he lets go of me, “For God’s sake, Julie.”
And now that he’s released me, he rises all at once without giving me time to look at him.
He’s completely naked. Completely shameless about what I’m seeing.
The silhouette of his tall, strong body, the round shape of his ass, the shockingly huge cock still calming down as he removes the condom.
“What the hell am I supposed to do with this?”
“Not my problem,” I tell him.
Well, it will be my problem if he throws it in the sand and pollutes the environment, but Jasper looks for the torn wrapper, slides it inside, and then puts it in one of his pants pockets.
And now, as we wrap up this whole situation, I make sure to clarify one more thing, “Don’t start calling me Julie. Because I will definitely keep calling you Assman.”
Jasper shrugs – broad shoulders, bare shoulders, completely perfect shoulders with muscles fully defined now, after working overtime holding me above him.
“Fine,” he says, showing zero concern about it.
“Nothing’s changed. I still hate you. I’m just drunk,” I continue to justify as I start picking up my clothes from the sand. “And also wanted to say thanks for getting me out of jail.”
Jasper frowns, eyebrows knit tight, and for the first time since I’ve known him, he looks genuinely surprised by my comment.
“Say thanks for getting me out of jail?” he repeats. “You do realize that’s basically the definition of prostitution, right?”
My eyes widen.
Fuck! He’s right, isn’t he?
He’s completely right, and I obviously don’t know what I’m talking about anymore.
I’m talking about offering my naked body to a lawyer just because he picked me up from a police station at two in the morning.
But obviously, I can’t say I offered my naked body out of my own free will, can I? Just because I’m drunk and he looked disgustingly sexy today.
Well, I can correct myself and say I’m drunk and he was the only guy available for miles, but before I can say anything, Jasper just says, shaking his pants in the air to get rid of the sand, “Don’t worry, my assistant will send you the bill tomorrow.”
My jaw drops.
“I’m kidding,” he says, eyes sparkling, lips finally letting a smile escape without the slightest shame. “I know you’re broke. I’ll put you on my pro bono list.”
My jaw drops even further, if that’s even possible.
“You’re an idiot.”
To my surprise, Jasper just shrugs, agreeing with me effortlessly.
Then he starts getting dressed, letting the wind blow the sand off his body, erasing every trace of what just happened.