Chapter 28 #3
I say it, and my own words seem to find an unexpected path through my body, because speaking them only turns me on more.
I'm losing all sense as I say them. I'm losing my senses in a way that makes it very likely I'm saying things I shouldn't be saying, but fuck it.
I've been out of control for a long time now.
"You can come inside me forever," I continue, panting between the words.
His breath hits my face, hot, uneven, loud.
"It’s not gonna end here because I'm already yours."
He thrusts harder, a rough groan escaping his throat.
Fuck!
I'm gonna come.
"I can be yours every day," I say, and my entire voice is one long moan.
I'm coming.
I'm coming, and I can feel his body trembling, reaching a point of no return.
I can feel his heart hammering against his chest, his back rigid, his shoulder blades separated by nothing but muscle, skin, sweat, and the place where my nails have buried themselves without the slightest awareness of what they're doing.
"If you want," I continue, right in the middle of my climax, "I can be yours forever. I can be only yours, Jasper."
Only then he lets go.
He comes in the middle of my desperate words, with a long, trembling groan, with one deep, powerful movement that sends me straight to heaven and gives me no instructions on how to come back.
My hands slide down to his hips, pulling him closer, holding him there, deep inside me as he comes.
Breathing with me, groaning with me, trembling with me, covering my mouth in a messy, breathless kiss, still moving slowly, still hard, his heart still beating against my chest, his back still shaking from the effort, his dark eyes still locked on mine.
Still gorgeous.
Still perfect.
Still making me wonder whether any of this is real or if it's all just some elaborate hallucination inside my head.
Jasper reaches a hand between us, holding the base of the condom as he carefully pulls away, but he stays right where he is, his body stretched over mine, his head resting against my chest, his body heavy and his mind somewhere far away.
I’m trying to enjoy the moment, trying not to imagine what he might be thinking. If he’s thinking about the things I said. If he’s judging me, if he’s shocked… but Jasper doesn’t say a word. I don’t know what I’ll do if he does.
Those were things said in the heat of the moment.
But I can’t guarantee they weren’t true.
To be honest, if someone asked me right now, I’d say everything all over again.
That’s the only reason I know I’m so, so screwed. I’m enjoying the moment, but I’m screwed. My fingers are lightly running through his hair, almost drifting off, but make no mistake, I’m completely screwed.
Then someone knocks on the door, and “screwed” doesn’t even begin to describe what I am right now.
“Jasper, what the fuck?!” The groom shouts from the other side of the door.
Jasper just lifts his head, his arms still under me in a tight, perfectly fitting hug.
“Answer your phone, goddamnit!” Robbie keeps shouting. Then he knocks three more times. Hard enough to shake the walls. “I’ve called you three hundred times! Everyone’s waiting downstairs!”
He pulls his arm away, officially ending our moment, to glance at his watch.
A big watch. Chromed. Manly.
“Fuck” he moans and immediately jumps off the bed.
Naked, sweaty, with a bite mark on his shoulder and his back covered in scratches.
“Jasper!” Robbie screams. He sounds furious. Not something you see often, Robbie furious. And that says a lot. “Open the fucking door!”
He rushes to where his clothes are, hurriedly slipping into his underwear and pants. Robbie starts pounding on the wood.
Shit!
I look for a place to hide, but there’s barely any time.
My clothes are on the bed, my shoes… shit!
My shoes are still on my feet! I can’t get off the bed and hide anywhere else without making noise with my heels, so I go with the only plausible option: I yank the comforter from under me and cover myself with it.
I’m small. It’s a thick, expensive comforter. I can’t guarantee it will work, but at least I’ll try.
Jasper picks up the crumpled shirt from the floor. My God, how are we supposed to leave here with these wrinkled clothes?
I’m fine. Nobody expects anything from me. But Jasper with wrinkled clothes? People will think he’s dying.
“I know you’re in there!” Robbie persists. “Just open the door already.”
Jasper hurries to open it. Still pulling up the zipper, still fastening his pants. I bury myself under the comforter and now I can see nothing at all.
Doesn’t matter. From what I heard, Robbie is about to destroy him.
“Fucking hell!” Jasper mutters, and I hear the clinking of belt buckles hitting each other.
“It’s seven-thirty!” That’s the first thing I hear after the door creaks open. “Seven-thirty, and you should be running through the welcome speech with the other groomsmen. Remember that, asshole?”
Crap! I’d completely forgotten! The groomsmen were supposed to rehearse the welcome speech, the bridesmaids were supposed to hand out the schedule. I wouldn’t need to go down until about eight, but Jasper should already be there, organizing everything while the guests arrived.
Meanwhile, he’s got his suit on the floor.