Chapter 16 #3
The hand moves from my hair, glides down the side of my face as he watches me, hungry, quiet, letting me keep my rhythm, and it's almost like... almost like he's worshipping every single thing I'm doing right now.
My tongue plays along the skin around the tip while my mouth keeps working, and slowly his expression starts to shift.
Eyes burning through everything as they hold mine, lips parted, one hand squeezing my fingers tight, the other leaving my hair and slamming against the wall with a thud, like he now needs something to hold on to just to stay upright.
I push harder as the signals from his body start to intensify. The muscles in his body pulling taut, his breath coming ragged, a broken moan tearing out of his throat, the first taste of him spreading across my tongue.
He doesn't have to say anything, but he warns me anyway.
"Jules..." He exhales hard through his nose.
I moan just from hearing my name in his mouth that way, and I tighten my lips without breaking the rhythm.
"I'm gonna come..." he says, voice fractured by his own breathing. "Is that okay?"
Is he seriously asking permission right now? What happened to the man who put me on all fours and grabbed my hair in front of a mirror last night?
"Jules..." Jasper says again, the sound coming out even harder this time.
And he's genuinely holding himself back until I say something?
I have a dick in my mouth. How the hell am I supposed to answer?
I give him a slight nod, and Jasper closes his eyes, bites his lower lip, his whole face tightens like he's fighting through something that borders on pain. He leans further into the wall, body arching over mine, pressing deeper into my throat. The moment it happens, I moan again.
And then he comes.
With one long shuddering exhale that moves through his whole body, his fingers pressing hard into mine, the muscles in his leg going rigid under my hand.
I feel his taste mix with my own mouth and I stay there, holding him through it, taking everything he has, drawing out the last moments of his pleasure until everything finally stills.
Slowly, Jasper shifts his hips back, and I let my grip loosen, letting him slip from my mouth carefully. His hand leaves the wall and comes back to my face, slides to my neck. Then it just tightens there, firmly, pulling me up to my feet.
With just one hand. Thumb pressed under my jaw, fingertips practically digging into the muscles at the back of my neck. It's a delicious ache that almost makes me forget he just politely asked permission to come in my mouth.
Like a gentleman.
Because that hand dragging me up off the floor, gripping my throat, forcing me to rise because the base of his thumb is pressing against my windpipe in a way that makes it harder and harder to breathe if I don't rise to meet him... well, that hand is not the hand of a gentleman at all.
I rise slowly, one leg, then the other, following the pull of his hand, and, once I'm fully standing, the same hand guides me – shoves me – until my back meets the wall and there’s nowhere else to go.
I thought he was going to kiss me. I thought he was going to close the distance between us and kiss me, taste me, take me completely…
Honestly, whatever he was going to do, I was ready for it.
But all Jasper does is slide his finger from my jaw to my face, tracing the shape of my lips, the tip of my nose, the line of my brow as he pushes my wet hair away from my face.
Don't get me wrong, he's practically scraping my skin raw while he does it, but yet, none of this feels like anything normal for us.
"What?" I ask, trying to ignore the incredible sensation of his other hand doing the same kind of slow, deliberate exploration somewhere south of my waist.
"You're beautiful," he says.
Again, I expected him to say anything. A million other things.
But not that.
And, because he seems distracted by what he's doing and doesn't appear to care about what just came out of his mouth, I decide to test it.
"Is that one of your lies?"
His eyes travel slowly up and down, taking in my body and my face one more time before finally settling on mine. They're so dark I can barely make out where the iris ends and the pupil begins. All black and gorgeous and warm, and it absolutely drives me insane.
I've completely forgotten what we were talking about.
"Do I look like I'm lying?" Jasper asks, voice low and rough, and God, I really hope not.
"I don't know. You look like someone who just had an orgasm and might not know what he's saying."
"Maybe," he answers. And slowly, he starts to release me, easing the pressure of his body against mine. "But I'm not lying."
Then he turns on the shower.
The water hits like a cold waterfall and I shriek and press myself against the wall trying to escape it. But gradually the temperature adjusts, and I start to feel the warm steam filling the space around us.
He picks up a bottle of body wash – my body wash. Which, I now strongly suspect, the man has been using this whole time – and turns to face me.
"What are you doing?" I ask, with furrowed eyebrows.
He pauses mid-reach and tilts his head at me with a charming smile.
"I’m going to soap you up, just like I said I would."