Devin
“Oh, fuck. Jaspeeeer.” She came screaming on his fingers with a power she hadn’t experienced with her limited scope of sexual partners.
She was still going off when he climbed up the bed and flipped her over. She watched with interest as he rolled a condom on in record time, before pulling her hips up, and slamming into her all the way to the hilt.
She thought it was impossible for her body to come again, but Jasper was dead set on proving her wrong.
“I can’t,” she whimpered, her body overly sensitive.
Jasper fisted her hair and yanked her head back while slamming deep, then stilled. Licking up her back, he made his way to her ear and tongued the shell before biting down on the lobe.
His other hand pinched her nipple so hard it bordered on pain pulling a moan from her very soul. God, she liked the way he fucked.
Releasing his teeth, he rasped in her ear in a voice that barely sounded human.
“Oh, but you can, sweetness, and you will.” He released her nipple reaching to the side of the bed. She couldn’t turn her head to see because of the iron fist he held her hair in, but she loved it.
“Or,” he purred as he dragged something cool and leather but rigid across her breasts. “I’ll paddle that fine ass of yours.”
Gently he swatted one of her breasts, not hard, but enough to let her know exactly what he held in his hand.
A paddle. Not that she’d ever used one before, but she remembered passing one around at a sex toy party.
Involuntarily, she whimpered. A throaty, needy sound.
“Fuck,” Jasper cursed as he pulled back and slammed into her, then stilled… again. “You’ve got a hidden side to you I can’t wait to explore.” He did another slow withdrawal, followed by a slam and still. For some reason that was driving her insane. More so than when he had set a punishing pace.
“Please, Jasper.” She wasn’t even sure what she was begging for, but she needed… something.
“Please what, sweetness? Fuck you into the mattress?”
He snapped his hips back and forth with such force, the hair at the nape of her neck stung when he shoved forward. “Or paddle your perfect peach of an ass.”
Jasper leaned up, keeping her hair in his giant fist. Running the paddle down her spine to her left ass cheek. Instead of swatting her, which she expected, he held it there, using it to jiggle her ass. “Ummm, do you know I could come just from watching this ass, Dev?”
Jasper pulled her hair directing her face to the side. “Maybe I should do both. Would you like that? Me punishing your pussy and your ass at the same time?”
She nodded but it was barely a motion since he held her hair so tight she really couldn’t move.
Leaning back over her again, he flexed his cock inside her, on purpose or by accident, it didn’t matter; it sent ripples of pleasure through her bloodstream.
“I need words, Devin.”
“Yes, please.” She begged.
“You want the paddle?”
“Umhm.”
“Then lick it.” He brought it to her mouth, and she did as he ordered.
“That’s it. Lick the heart the way I lick your sweet cunt.”
Again, she did as he ordered and ran her tongue along the heart cutout.
“Now spit on it.” She tried to turn her head to look at him, but he wouldn’t allow it.
“Spit,” he said with command.
She did and the groan he gifted her was worth it.
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
In record time, he had her head shoved into the pillow and was pistoning in and out of her. Just when he caught a rhythm, the paddle cracked against her ass.
Once.
Twice.
Three times and an orgasm tore through her with the force of a fucking tornado. An animalistic roar ripped through the room, and she felt Jasper follow her over the edge.
They collapsed against the bed in a panting, sweaty heap. “You are fucking perfect,” Jasper breathed.
He peppered tender kisses along her back. After a short respite, he rose from the bed, kissing the spot on her ass that was on fire.
Jasper disappeared into the bathroom while she hovered on the cusp of sleep. A few minutes later, she heard him rifling through his bag before the bed dipped beside her.
“You were amazing, Devin,” he praised as he wiped a warm cloth across her abused ass cheek, before swiping it between her legs. Tossing it aside, he returned his attention to her ass.
“So fucking pretty and red,” he murmured as he rubbed some sort of cooling gel over it almost reverently. “It’s going to look even better blue except for my heart,” he added barely above a whisper, obviously not intended for her.
When he was done, he climbed in next to her, tugged the sheet over them, and pulled her into his arms.
“Thank you, Dev. For trusting me and sharing that with me.”
Devin was uncomfortable with emotions and praise. She’d never felt deserving of it. She was the fat girl. The one that was too ugly to ever land a boy like him back in the day. The girl who didn’t have sex by choice until after high school because her mothe…
No, damn it. She told herself. Don’t ruin this. Jasper just gifted you the freedom you wanted, erased all the bad, don’t pull it back now.
When his breath evened out and she was sure he slept, she finally spoke.
“No. Thank you, Jasper. What you gave me was more precious than you’ll ever understand. Please don’t hate me tomorrow?”
She knew a man like Jasper, hell, any of the Bastards, wouldn’t understand that she needed to do this.
They were all about protecting family, especially women.
But she needed to do this for herself. Ease her own guilt, face Thom herself.
Because she knew if she could do that, she could finally face her mother.
That was going to be the hardest part. Lucas had always felt protective of her. If he knew what her mother had done, he would probably do the unthinkable, and she would not let him carry that with him for the rest of his life.
Devin didn’t even know what she planned to do herself. She just knew that in order to move on and get back to some semblance of her old self, after she confronted Thom and cleared up that situation, she’d have to confront her mother.
Now, she didn’t just have to worry about what Lucas would do, she had to worry about Jasper too. He would take it personally that she didn’t let him slay her demons as he put it.
If she were being honest with herself, he had stolen a piece of her tonight, a piece she didn’t even realize she had to give anymore.
Devin could only hope that there might be a chance for them to see where it could lead after she deceived him and his club.
When she drifted off to sleep, it was without nightmares. Just thoughts of the future and the possibilities it might hold.
Possibilities she was tossing to the wind and hoping they blew back to her when it was all over.
“Mmm, you taste like heaven, pudding cup.”
She woke to Jasper between her legs, lazily licking and sucking. Slowly stoking the fire low in her belly. It was nice. Almost too nice. There was something about being half asleep but the half that was awake was engulfed in a languid pleasure.
Jasper’s murmurs and groans were getting lost to her own.
“Mmm, mmm… claimed you, mmm.”
She had to be hearing things. Sure, he’d mentioned her being his in the heat of the moment, but claiming among the Bastards was different. With property cuts, tattoos and for some, even rings.
What the fuck.
She was fully awake now and levered up on her elbows.
“What was that? Surely I misheard you.” She tried pushing him away, but he barely budged when she shoved at his forehead.
“What?”
“What? What did you just say about claiming me?”
He smirked at her before he leaned forward and bit her fucking clit. Not hard, but hard enough to shoot sparks of lightning through her bloodstream.
Jasper pulled back and winked. “I don’t know what you heard, sweetness, but I was just waxing poetic about this perfect…
” He stuck out his tongue settling the ball of his piercing against her clit, with rapid side-to-side strokes.
“Fucking.” He thrust two fingers deep inside her body and stroked. “Pussy.”
On the last syllable, he dove in like a man on a mission, and she came screaming his name. What she thought she’d heard forgotten.
He climbed up the bed to lie beside her, his fingers still deep inside her but not moving. It was like he was just holding her there like one would hold a hand. It was weird and oddly not at the same time.
“I need a shower and some sleep.”
He stared her right in the eye at her pronouncement and removed his fingers, then plunged them into his mouth and licked them clean.
How that was hot she couldn’t say, but it was incredibly so.
“Race you,” Jasper said as he threw himself off the bed and headed to the bathroom.
He started the shower and stepped in. Devin had other ideas. Mainly cleaning her mouth and her underwear. She had zero intention of wearing them for two days. Yuck.
Her mouth was going to have to be her finger and hotel mouthwash. The underwear, well, hotel soap and drying on the towel rack was better than wearing them dirty.
Jasper stepped out of the shower with no shame. Dick swinging in the wind and hair dripping and hanging in his face, making him look like some feral mountain man or… his namesake.
He did look a little like Bigfoot stalking around the bathroom like that. When he stood behind her, he shook his head like a dog, drenching her in cooling water.
“Ah, damn it, Jasper, that’s kinda cold, you asshole.”
She spun around and threw her wet, but now clean, underwear at him. Hitting him with a splat in the middle of his chest as he tossed his head back. He caught them before they fell to the ground.
“Damn.” That chest. She’d been so preoccupied with amazing sex that she didn’t pet him or curl up on him and just enjoy the comfort of a hairy man.
“I really should’ve petted you more.” Reaching out, she placed her palm flat against him. Instantly he covered her hand with his.
Holding up her underwear, he raised an eyebrow.
“I’m not putting dirty underwear back on.”