Chapter 14 #4
His hand slides even more, slipping the strap of my nightgown over my shoulder, and I know my skin is burning from the sun, but it is honestly the lightest of the sensations he’s making me feel right now.
He continues sliding it across my collarbone, pressing against my chest, around my waist…
and it seems like my body is the only thing he’s focusing on right now.
I’m not even sure he’s listening to himself when he says, “You’re like a disaster magnet.”
I press my lips to contain a smile, hoping he notices. If I’m a disaster magnet… he’s certainly the biggest one.
As expected, Jasper lifts his eyes when he notices, and in response to my judgmental look, he mutters, “Shut up.”
“You shut me up!” I snap back.
It’s his turn to keep talking and keep our ten-year tradition of pointless bickering going.
Well, that’s what we did. Now? Now we’ve found far more interesting things to do. Instead of talking, he presses his hands tighter to my waist and kisses me.
He kisses me the way he always does: forceful, violent, but completely in control.
And it’s strange, so strange, that I already know it. That I recognize his touch, the taste of his mouth, all the sensations that come with it.
It doesn’t even feel like a mistake anymore.
Or a bad decision.
Or the biggest disaster ever.
It just feels… comfortable.
Good.
Really, really good.
I turn my face to the side, stopping mid-kiss, dazed enough to audaciously ask, “What are we doing?”
Because I still can’t believe it. Still can’t believe… this is something that just happens.
Me and Jasper. In a bathroom, clinging to each other as if it’s not absurd at all.
“It’s called sex, Julie,” he says, voice completely uninterested, chest rising and falling hard, hands already inside my clothes.
“I know that,” I reply, idiotic for questioning it while my fingers intertwine with his bicep, the other hand gripping the back of his neck. “But why?”
“When a man likes a woman…” Jasper starts, jokingly.
“But you don’t even like me.”
“I like you a little.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I tolerate you when you’re not talking,” he mutters, slightly impatient. “But you’re always talking, right?”
“That’s what mouths are for, Jasper! To talk.”
“I can show you other things mouths can do,” he growls hoarsely, lips sliding from mine to my neck, down between my breasts, and quickly settling between my legs.
His nose brushes my panties, making my whole body shiver in anticipation.
“Yeah, that’s a good use for mouths for sure,” I murmur, forgetting all my questions and thinking only that if this is a mistake, a disaster, or whatever… screw it, I can live with it.
I can live making mistakes for the rest of my days.
Without warning, the bathroom light goes out. Then comes back on. Jasper lifts his head, eyes alarmed, because the switch is outside. Someone’s coming.
Someone outside is turning on the light, and I have no idea if I locked the door. Based on my current state, I’m almost certain the answer is no. The light flickers again.
Jasper presses me harder against him, hands sliding to my thighs, whispering,
“Hold my neck.”
“What?”
The doorknob turns. The door creaks.
“Hold my neck!” His voice is harsher now. I have no choice but to obey.
The moment my hands grasp his neck, Jasper lifts me by my thighs, forcing me to wrap my legs around his hips.
The door moves slightly, and I catch a glimpse of Andrew stumbling past before Jasper pulls me into his bedroom and slams the bathroom door behind us.
He doesn’t release me immediately. Instead, he carries me to the bed, still with my legs around him.
A sound escapes my throat as my ass hits the mattress. I should be used to this intensity, this feeling that takes over my entire body.
But I never am.
And maybe he isn’t either.
For a brief moment, we lock eyes. A brief moment of sanity. No provocation, no insult, no fight. Just me. And him.
Jasper’s hands hover at my hips, unsure whether to pull me closer or push me away, deciding what to do with me. With us.
I break the silence first, forcing a crooked smile, “Where were we?”
“On you being quiet,” he teases. And because I say nothing (I have no idea what to say), he adds, “You can leave if you want.”
“You can leave if you want,” I retort.
“This is my room.”
“Well, I’m not leaving.”
He presses his lips in a mock grimace. How can a man look so hot making a face like that?
“Then start taking your goddamn clothes off! What are you waiting for?” he says, pretending to be angry but giving a half-smile as he lifts my nightgown.
Not much left to remove. A thin nightgown, slipping over my body as his hands roam my skin. Pajama shorts, that I pull down until I can’t reach, then he finishes the job.
Panties, which he moves aside just to touch me, feel how wet I am, then slides them down my thighs with precise skill.
And now we’re naked. Completely naked. Facing each other.
I’m sitting on the edge of the mattress, one leg against the bedframe, the other supported by Jasper’s hand. He holds my calf, and the more I spread, the harder he pushes, filling me fully, making me shiver with each thrust.
I lower my head to watch him come and go, hard and thick, filling me more and more with pleasure.
Jasper notices me watching and growls, “You like watching, huh?”
I should be embarrassed, but locking eyes with him, I know he loves it. I know he’s completely turned on just by watching me like this, legs open, analyzing every movement as he goes deep inside me.
“Well, I’ll let you watch.”
He pulls out and lifts me up. Then guides me all the way to the huge reading chair by the window. Kicks it to adjust the angle in a way that we’re now facing the mirror and, without saying a word, he sets me backwards on top of him.
Even if I don’t want to, I see it all: my body on his, the dark stubble on my neck, his eyes on mine through the mirror. I watch him grip his hard cock and enter me, slow, savoring every second, hips moving up and down, finding the perfect fit.
“Is this what you like?” he asks. I shiver just from his breath on my skin. “I asked you a question, Julie. Is this what you like?”
I tilt my head to kiss him, opening his lips with my tongue.
“Yes, it is,” I whisper, and Jasper thrusts deeply, making me moan, wanting to kiss him more.
He grabs my head, turns my face to the mirror. Mean, rough, full of lust.
“Then fucking watch it.”
And, because he’s holding my head, I have no other option but to do what he says.
I’m watching as he fucks me with unmatched intensity, and, even when my body arches and coils, he makes sure I keep looking at the mirror.
At us.
I’m going crazy between moans and groans and the only thing I can tell him is, “You’re an evil, evil man.”
“Why?” Jasper asks me with a breathless voice, his words breaking into gasps as he continues, “Because I’m forcing you to watch me fuck this wet pussy of yours? Because I’m forcing you to watch as I make you come with my cock inside you?
“Argh!” I let out a groan, my body starting to feel like it has a life of its own, bouncing on his dick and taking control of all my movements.
“How are you gonna live with yourself, Julie? How are you gonna live knowing Jasper Hassmann made you come?” he keeps going, his voice low and hoarse, my moaning transforming into a long, desperate roar. “That Jasper Hassmann makes you scream like that?”
I squirm on top of him, knowing what's about to happen, fighting the urge to pull away from this position, my body and my mind at war, because while the body is loving every second of it, the mind is desperate.
My legs are fully open, in front of a mirror, and I’m about to come while Jasper watches and he says dirty things in my ear. And, because he is an absolute asshole, he just lets out a breath, mixed with his own laugh.
"What's wrong? Are you afraid of liking it too much?" he asks.
I answer with a moan and grip my fingers as hard as I can around the sofa.
"Are you afraid I'll see more than I should?"
More than this?
"Stay right here, I wanna see everything.
I wanna see the pleasure on your face while you scream like no one has ever made you scream before...
" Jasper says, and I let out a new groan I absolutely have never ever made in my life.
"I want to see that gorgeous pussy squeezing my cock when you start to come on it, Julie. "
I rock with more urgency and he goes even deeper, so I pull back almost all the way just to take him in again.
My muscles clench and Jasper lets out another wicked laugh because he feels me doing exactly what he said.
Squeezing him all the way.
"That's it," he says and sucks on my neck. "Come on my cock." The words make me even hornier and I moan louder, so he keeps going, low and raspy, "Come on my cock, Julie."
I'm lost in what feels like an endless orgasm. It’s like I went to heaven, came back, went again, and still it doesn't stop.
It's my body that slowly runs out of energy, my movements getting weaker and more exhausted with time, until I'm leaning my back against him and it feels like I’m about to forget everything and just take a little nap.
"Why did you stop?" Jasper asks. "I'm not done yet."
"I need a break," I say, in the middle of a silly laugh that doesn't even sound like it's coming from me.
Yeah, I went to heaven and I’m still not back yet.
"A break?" he asks in my ear, and I think I say something like "mm-hm," but I'm in a daze.
Such a daze that I have no control over my body, so, when Jasper pushes me forward and gets to his feet behind me, I don't even protest.
And when he tosses me over the coffee table in front of us, I just brace my elbows on it to hold myself up while he thrusts into me harder and deeper.
"Then take your break like this." He pulls his hips back only to move forward hard as he speaks. I let out an exhausted groan as a new wave of pleasure rolls through me, and I already know this isn't ending anytime soon. "Is this okay for you?"
Son of a bitch.
"It is. It really does feel like a break," I taunt.