Chapter 9 #2
My fingers dig into his hair, yanking him closer, forcing him to bend toward me, covering my body with his.
So now I feel small and fragile and helpless, because Jasper has taken control of everything, and he’s holding me with the certainty of someone who’s wanted this his entire life, his tongue finds mine with an intensity that borders on desperation, like he needs this to exist, to breathe…
like he’ll never be able to stop kissing me or touching me, and his fingers are sliding up my waist and tearing everything apart on the way.
I let out a breath I didn’t even know I’d been holding, responding to his touch with the same intensity, my hand on his chest, then his neck, then the back of his head… my lips firm against his, my tongue teasing his and begging for more.
Jasper exhales with me, gasping for air, and it feels like all the oxygen suddenly vanished from the atmosphere, leaving nothing but thin, rarefied air around us.
In that brief moment, I pull away.
To breathe.
To think.
I don’t even know what for.
I let him go, and he immediately does the same. I take a step back, trying to decide whether I want to regain control or just go right back to what I was doing.
I really want to go back to what I was doing.
Jasper wipes his lips with the most deliberately provocative drag of his thumb. The fire in his eyes is clear and undeniable now. If I had to bet, I’d say the same fire is burning in mine.
“Well, I bet there are much more interesting things we could be doing that don’t involve cold water, Jules,” he says.
“I bet…” I continue, fully aware that whatever tiny shred of sanity still existed inside me abandoned ship a long time ago. “I bet you wouldn’t fuck a woman you hate on a deserted beach in Mexico, would you, Jasper?”
He steps forward, closing the distance I’d just created.
“I bet you’re wrong, because that’s something I would seriously consider doing.”
I can’t look away.
I can’t deny anything he might consider doing right now.
“I bet you don’t even have a condom.”
His lips curl to the side in this wicked, taunting smile, one that challenges me to find out, and also makes it very clear he’s thinking of something extremely indecent on top of that.
“I don’t need a condom for what I want to do to you right now,” Jasper says, his voice low and rough, no longer betting anything, being the mature one between us by putting an end to our nonsensical debate.
I swallow. Hard. At least something is dry around here.
I’m talking about my throat and only my throat.
He takes another firm step forward, making me retreat.
The next step traps me, leaving me only one direction to move: sideways.
My ass bumps against the stair step. Jasper leans over me, bracing one hand on the wood while the other reaches for my hair, sweeping it back to clear my face.
My bangs lift, then fall right back into place.
His fingers glide down my face, and everywhere his skin touches mine, everything feels like it bursts into flames.
“How drunk are you, really?” he asks, in that typical Jasper tone, emotionless and disinterested, but you know it’s all an act.
You know he's paying attention to everything.
To me.
“Very drunk,” I say without hesitation. “I wouldn’t be doing this if I weren’t.”
He lifts one eyebrow, his large hand still cupped around the back of my head, my hair tangled between his fingers.
“Are you sure? Because I think you always wanted this, but now you’re finally drunk enough to admit it.”
I answer with a laugh.
“Funny, huh?” Jasper asks, and I just nod. He bites his lip. And lets out a wild, angry, hungry growl. “I should make you beg.”
“You should,” I say casually. “But you won’t.”
Then I drag my hand slowly down my own skin, sliding from my collarbone through the open space between my bare chest. My fingertip moves softly, following the curve of my breast, circling around the nipple before stopping right on top of it, painfully hard.
Jasper growls again. The bulge in his underwear seems to have doubled in size from one moment to the next, and for a second, I just wanna laugh. With pleasure, with power… but instead, I tease, “Because you’re dying to have this…”
My finger circles my breast again before sliding down my stomach to press directly over my clit.
“And this.”
He shakes his head as if forcing himself out of a trance, teeth clenched as he inhales sharply, a sound of lust even he can’t hide anymore.
“I am,” Jasper admits, to my surprise. Then he keeps talking, low, his rough voice brushing my ear as his well-trimmed beard grazes my neck… “I’m dying to see the look on your face, dying to hear the sounds you make, dying to find out what kind of crazy shit you like.”
“Then do what you said you wanted to do, Jasper,” I order, mocking him, even though I’m coming apart. “I don’t have all night.”
His mouth brushes mine for a moment. Once, twice. I only realize I’ve been holding my breath when I feel his tongue meet mine and a low moan escapes me, tearing its way out of my throat.
I’m already naked. There’s nothing for him to remove that I haven’t taken off myself, so he has nothing in his way as he goes from my mouth to the rest of my body, his warm tongue touching my skin as his lips find new places to kiss.
Goosebumps rise across my arms with every breath he exhales over me. My mind turns to fog, and I don’t know if it’s the alcohol or his wet kisses moving over my breasts, sliding down my stomach, stopping at my thigh as his hands part my legs effortlessly.
Every inch of his face that brushes my sensitive skin sends electric shocks through my body, tightening every muscle, holding me still with anticipation.
Then it happens: the first kiss, right between my legs, and all the air I was holding rushes out at once in a trembling gasp that drags a shy moan out of me.
And it happens again.
His wet tongue followed by a slow pull of his lips.
They open, close, suck, kissing my skin like he’s kissing my mouth, his tongue sliding everywhere, exploring the area around my clit, tasting all of me, top to bottom, and now inside, a circular motion right at my entrance that tears out a moan that is anything but shy.
My muscles tighten again and I tremble.
What is happening?
And more importantly, how the hell did we get here?
What – I try to ask myself again, but Jasper moves up and now he sucks my clit into his mouth, fully, and I lose track of what I was thinking.
My legs fall even farther open, one foot finding a higher step than before, giving me just enough angle to see a little more of what he’s doing. His dark brows, his eyes closed, his tongue drenched in a mix of saliva and my wetness with absolutely no restraint.
He’s enjoying this.
He’s enjoying going down on me, and he’s obviously loving making me lose control, because seeing it happen only turns me on more. And, when I gasp for air in the middle of a helpless moan, I see his lips curl into a smile.
Then he looks at me.
From down there, Jasper Hassmann looks up at me with a filthy, wicked smile and drags his tongue from top to bottom just to tease me before licking everything again.
Only then he pulls back.
“What are you doing?” I manage to ask, utterly confused.
He looks around the sand, grabs his pants, and pulls his wallet from a pocket.
Takes out a condom.
“What do you think I’m doing?”
Then he stands all the way up in front of me, his black underwear visibly misshapen by the erection still trapped inside.
“Do it fast before I change my mind.”
Jasper pulls his underwear down – his cock fully hard, veins swollen enough to tint the thin skin with almost the same slick gloss as the latex condom he starts rolling on.
“I bet you won’t change your mind. I bet you’re going to like it so much you’ll keep coming back for more,” he taunts, closing the distance between us again and grabbing my hips to adjust my position on the steps.
“I bet I won’t. I bet–” I’m talking, but my voice breaks the moment I feel him thrust into me, deep, all at once, and instead of finishing my sentence, I let out a strangled moan.
“Sorry, didn’t catch what you said,” the bastard replies.
And stubborn as I am, I still try to argue, “I said I bet–”
But Jasper pulls his hips back and slams into me again. His cock fills every space inside me and now I think in addition to losing my voice, I’ve forgotten what the hell I was saying.
“What was that?” he asks, his voice trembling as he tries, and fails, to hold back a laugh.
“Shut up!” I snap, furious, even as my hips tilt forward, like they’re begging for more all on their own.
Like they have a mind of their own and only want more of him.
And now Jasper laughs. Not a restrained, dirty laugh, a real one. A full smile that makes his eyes squint, almost disappearing beneath his dark brows.
Why the hell is he smiling at my pissed-off face?
We’re not here to smile or be happy, are we?
“What?” I complain again. “You’re not gonna tell me to shut up, too?”
“I don’t want you to shut up, Julie. I want to hear you scream with my name in your mouth,” Jasper says, and his words catch me so off guard that a wave of pleasure rolls through me so strong it makes my back arch.
His eyes drift over my breasts, over my entire body, every inch of it, burning with a fire I never imagined Jasper could have.
“I bet you can’t,” I provoke one last time, and he bites his lower lip, fully triggered.
He keeps one hand on my ass, but the other moves to my bare chest, his strong fingers kneading my skin, then he lowers his head to take the other breast into his mouth.
He mixes lips and tongue in a maddening rhythm, and while he sucks my nipple, he starts moving his hips – slow at first, dragging more moans out of me, then faster, steadily, in a methodical attempt to drive me insane.