Chapter 13 #2
He groans, head falling back. “Fuck, Sawyer.” His hand fists my hair, guiding me, encouraging me to go slower, dirtier.
“You like the way I taste, baby? Want me all over your tongue?” I nod, lips moving lower, loving the tremor in his muscles, the shiver in his voice.
He tugs my hair a little harder. “Bet you’re ready to suck my cock right here, aren’t you? Filthy girl.”
I bite his collarbone, sucking a bruise there, and he hisses, grinding down against me. I moan, body arching up, desperate for more.
“God, you’re filthy,” he growls, voice hot and breathless, but there’s worship in it too. “Lick me clean. Bite, leave marks. I want everyone to see what you did to me.”
He scoops me up, carrying me to the shower, lips hot against my ear. “You want dirty, baby? Keep going. I want you to taste every inch of me before I get you wet and begging.”
Steam billows, thick and hot, fogging up the glass as we tear at each other’s clothes. His hands are everywhere, rough, urgent—tugging my bra off, dragging my shorts down my thighs. He slaps my ass playfully before tugging down my underwear, leaving me bare.
He grins, voice full of promise. “You know what I’m going to do to you, Sawyer? I’m going to eat you until you cry, and then fuck you until you can’t stand.”
Jasper takes his time removing his clothes like it’s a show before passing me and stepping into the water.
And God, he’s beautiful. Muscles flexing, tattoos dark against wet skin.
Water beats down, running down the lines leading down to where he’s fisting his cock.
He watches me as I watch him fisting his cock, and then he yanks me under the spray.
He fists my hair, drags me down, forces me to my knees right there on the slick tiles. His cock is hard, thick, and already dripping for me. I lick my lips, anticipation making me dizzy. I can feel the steam clinging to my skin; his heat is even hotter in contrast.
“Open your mouth, Little Demon. Show me how much you want it.” His voice is all sin—cruel and hungry. “Take your time, baby. Worship me.” The authority in his tone makes my pulse race, my cheeks flush. I open wide, tongue out, giving myself over.
His fist tangles in my hair, holding me steady as he slides his cock back over my tongue—slow then brutal, using my mouth like it’s nothing but his toy.
“Open wider,” he snarls, and I do, drool spilling down my chin, eyes watering, loving every filthy second of it.
The taste is salty, intoxicating, making my mouth water for more.
He thrusts deep, hitting the back of my throat until I gag, but he doesn’t let up. “How pretty you are,” he says as he lightly slaps my cheek. "On your knees for me, taking every fucking inch. You like being ruined, don’t you? Say it.”
I can barely speak, mouth full, but I try.
“I love it, Jasper. Love being yours. Fuck my throat.” My voice is a garbled mess, but he understands, his hips bucking harder.
My eyes water, tears sliding down my face, but I don’t care.
I want him to ruin me. Being fucked like this is something I’ve only read about in books and wished for in secret.
His grip tightens, hips snapping harder, using me until his cock is slick with spit.Until I’m lightheaded, and desperate for him.
He pulls out, slapping his cock against my tongue, rubbing the head over my lips.
“Messy girl. You’d stay on your knees for me all night if I let you, wouldn’t you?
” I nod, needy, aching, thighs pressed together tight.
His look is pure darkness. “Get up,” he orders, yanking me up by my hair, spinning me to the wall. “Hands on the tile. Don’t move.”
I wait, keeping my eyes on the tile—
SLAP.
His palm cracks across my ass—hard. I gasp, shivering, heat pooling between my legs. He growls, “You like that, don’t you?” He slaps my ass again, just as hard. “Such a fucking slut for me. I bet you’re dripping.”
He drags his fingers against my pussy—rough, greedy, finding me soaked and throbbing.
“God, you’re so fucking wet for me, baby.
” Two fingers slam inside, curling deep, thumb pressing cruelly against my clit.
I sob, hips bucking, but he pins me with his other hand, holding me helpless, right where he wants me.
My body is on fire, nerves fried, every sensation cranked to eleven.
“You want me to fuck you with my fingers? Want to cum all over my hand like a good girl?”
“Yes—Jasper, please, I need it, I—”
He cuts me off with a brutal kiss, biting my lip, then sinks to his knees, spins me around, throws both legs over his shoulders, and buries his face between my thighs.
His tongue is everywhere—licking and sucking.
He fucks me with his tongue, his fingers driving up into me, stretching me wide, merciless and rough.
“God, you taste so fucking sweet. This pussy’s mine, you understand?” His voice is thick and filthy against my skin.
I’m sobbing, shaking, clinging to the tile, tears spilling down my cheeks. “Please, Jasper, please, I need to cum—please—”
He lets out a vicious laugh against my cunt. “Not yet. You cum when I say. Good girls wait for their reward. Bad girls get left wanting. Which are you, Sawyer?”
He sucks hard, fingers pounding inside me, and he doesn’t let up until my orgasm hits like a fucking freight train—body convulsing, screaming his name, ruined for anyone but him.
He keeps going, mouth and hands everywhere, licking up every drop, making me cum again and again until I can’t stand, can’t think, can only beg.
He stands, cock hard and dripping, lifts me up, pins me to the wall, eyes black, smile vicious. “That’s my good girl. Now you’re ready to take every fucking inch of me.”
He rubs the head of his cock against me and then slams inside, his grip bruising on my hips as my back smacks against the tile.
“Take it. Every inch. You’re gonna feel me for days.
” Jasper snarls in my ear. His hips snap up, his cock stretching me, filling me so deep it hurts—hurts so fucking good I can’t breathe, can’t think, can only moan for him. “Fuck, Sawyer—you’re soaked for me.”
“Say it, baby,” he growls, hand coming up to wrap around my throat—controlling. “Say who owns this pussy. Say who makes you fall apart.”
“You do—Jasper, fuck, you—”
He tightens his hold, grinding into me, each thrust sending shockwaves through my body. “Louder. I want the whole damn fucking floor to know who’s making you scream.”
“I’m yours! All yours—” My words dissolve into gasps, body shuddering as he drives me up, pinning me between his chest and the wall, rutting into me like he’ll never get enough.
He bends down, teeth scraping the shell of my ear. “That’s right, Sawyer. All fucking mine. No one’s ever going to touch you like this. No one’s ever going to hear you beg but me.”
I’m writhing, mindless, every nerve ending lit up as he fucks me raw, water beating down over us, steam rising, his breath hot on my skin. His lips find my shoulder, sucking hard.
He pulls out suddenly, turning me around, bending me over, hands splayed across my ass. He slides back in, so deep I scream, his cock hitting that spot that makes me see stars. He pounds into me, each thrust a filthy claim, each word darker than the last.
“You’ll take everything I give you, won’t you, baby? Open up and take it, my good girl. My dirty little sin.”
His fingers find my clit, rubbing hard, fast, matching the relentless pace of his hips. “Cum for me. Now. I want to feel you cum all over my cock.”
I shatter, crying out his name, body clenching around him so tight he snarls, hips stuttering as he lets go, spilling inside me until he’s wrung every tremor from my body.
He collapses against my back, breath hot on my neck, both of us shaking, ruined, marked. He kisses my shoulder, soft now. “Look at you, baby. Fucking perfect.”
He pulls me close, holding me up as my legs threaten to give out, lips pressing to my temple, his hand still wrapped possessively around my waist. “I’ll never let you forget who you belong to.”
And in that moment, I don’t want to.
Jasper’s hands gentled, sliding from my throat to my waist, his mouth ghosting kisses over my shoulder—soft now, almost apologetic for how hard he just took me.
He stays like that for a minute, arms wrapped around me, letting our heartbeats fall back into sync.
When my knees threaten to give, he scoops me up, sets me on the counter, and dries me off.
Then, he once again scoops me up and carries me to bed.
He tucks the comforter up around me, climbing in right behind me, pulling me flush against his chest.
His voice is almost hesitant as he tugs me closer. “You good, Trouble? Wasn’t too much?” His fingers brush the side of my face, searching for any sign I’m not okay.
I nuzzle closer, chasing his warmth. “I’m good. More than good.”
He lets out a breath—relieved, happy, so real it almost hurts. “Yeah? You sure?” He kisses my temple, thumb tracing lazy circles over my hip. “You gotta tell me. Anything you need. Anything you want.”
I turn, pressing my face to his neck, inhaling his scent. “Just you.”
He chuckles, burying his face in my hair. “I’ve got you, baby. Not letting you go.” He rubs my back, soothing away the tremors, kissing every inch of skin he can reach—forehead, cheek, jaw, shoulder. “No one’s ever made me feel like this.”
His hand tangles with mine under the covers, holding tight. For a long time, we lay there, tangled up in each other, the world outside fading away. Just his arms, his heartbeat, the way he tucks me closer like he can shield me from everything.
I look up, finding him already watching me, eyes softer than I’ve ever seen—like I’m the only thing that matters in the world.
He breaks the silence first, his voice careful. “I know we have only known each other for a week. But you wreck me, you know that? Sometimes I think I’m the one with all the control, but…” His smile is crooked, almost sly. “You get me all twisted up, Sawyer.”
I can’t help but grin, tracing the ink on his chest. “What? Have you ever lost control like that before?”
He huffs a laugh, rolling onto his back, pulling me with him so I’m splayed over his chest. “Not like this. Not with anyone. Fuck, you should’ve seen me before you.
I was…cold. Mean, even. I never wanted anything but the music.
” His fingers brush my hair back from my face, tenderness in the way he touches me now.
“Then you showed up and ruined me for everything else.”
I kiss his jaw, lips on soft stubble. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
He tilts his head, nipping my earlobe. “No. Best thing that ever happened to me.” His voice dips softer, like a confession. “I enjoy taking care of you. Like knowing you’re safe—especially after…” He trails off, something haunted flickering in his eyes. “After what you’ve been through.”
He knows nothing other than Blake, so he must be able to see it, but now’s not the time. I wrap my arms around him tighter. “You make me feel safe. Like I can finally breathe. Like…maybe I deserve this, too.”
He shifts, pressing a kiss to my temple. “You deserve everything, baby. I’m gonna give you everything. All you have to do is let me.”
We fall quiet, just listening to the sound of each other’s hearts, sharing the darkness, listening to the city outside. I trace shapes over the ink on his ribs, but my thoughts are still spinning from earlier—Riot’s touch, his dirty mouth, the heat in his eyes.
I want to trust this feeling, this safety. Jasper’s heat, his promise, the way he holds me like he’s afraid to let me go. But part of me still aches for more—wants to be wanted, to be fought over, to be seen.
I breathe his scent—smoke, sweat, something wild and mine—and let myself believe, just for tonight, that I could belong here. That I can be wanted this much and not have to apologize for it.
Tomorrow, I’ll deal with chaos. Tonight, I want to stay wrapped up in him.
I let my eyes close, heart finally slowing, and I fall asleep with Jasper’s heartbeat echoing the promise he made: “All you have to do is let me.”
***
I wake slowly, wrapped in the scent of him and expensive hotel linen.
My body aches in the best way, muscles sore, thighs bruised, lips swollen.
Every inch of me is a memory of last night.
I stretch, and Jasper’s hand tightens on my waist, pulling me back against his chest, like he’s not ready to let me go.
He mumbles something half-asleep, nosing my neck. “Morning, Little Sin.”
“Morning.” I smile, rolling over to face him.
He looks perfect in the morning—messy hair, dark stubble, dangerous even half-awake.
I press my toes into his shin, teasing. “So what’s on the agenda for today, Rockstar?
Are you planning to keep me locked in here and ruin me all over again, or do we actually have to act like adults? ”
He grins, slow and wolfishly. “We could do both. I’d love to take you onto the hotel balcony and fuck you over the railing, but you’ll have to tell me if you can walk first.”
I shove at his chest, laughing, but he catches my wrist, locking our fingers together. I can’t help it—I feel happy. Like maybe, for once, I’m right where I’m supposed to be.
JASPER
If the world never saw her like this, I’d die happy. But I’m a selfish bastard. Part of me enjoys knowing people will notice. Knowing the guys will see the way she moves—worn out and shining, marked as mine.
She’s got marks on her body from my teeth and hands. The memory of last night glows on her skin. I watch her walk ahead of me down the hotel hall, legs a little shaky, wearing that half-cocky, half-ruined look that’s just for me.
We get to the lot, passing band members and crew.
I catch sight of Riot up ahead. I notice the way he immediately finds her and watches us head towards our bus.
I see a brief flicker of heat in his eyes as he clocks the bruises on her throat, the way her legs brush mine as we walk.
For a second, jealousy flares up hot in my chest—mine, mine, mine.
But then she looks back at me, gives me that secret smile, and all I can think about is getting her alone again.
We climb onto the bus, sunlight streaking through the curtains, the guys already talking and joking like it’s any other day. But it’s not any other day.
Last night, I lost my fucking mind over her—let go in a way I don’t allow myself. I made her scream, made her beg, made her mine in a room full of shadows and glass. She let me. Gave herself over to me, and I’ll never get enough.
The others can have their jokes and gossip. I know that she’s ruined for anyone but me.
And tonight, I’ll do it all over again.