- FIFTEEN #2
"You mean do I come too fast?" he asked, face breaking into a huge smile that was all the answer I needed.
Though that wasn't exactly what I meant.
"Don't worry," he said, leaning in close and speaking right by my ear, "if you somehow find yourself unsatisfied, we'll just have to keep going until I get it right.
" His teeth nabbed my earlobe, tugging slightly before his tongue glided over it.
"I think I'm up for the task though," he said, fingers sinking into my ass and dragging my heat against his hard cock.
His head dipped and his lips started moving down my neck, the pressure just a hint, barely there.
But everything in me responded, my body doing a small involuntary shiver at the contact.
My legs folded around his lower back and I started rocking against him shamelessly, my head falling back to give him better access as he moved across my throat to the other side of my neck.
My desire built, wet pooling in my panties as a horrible thought occurred to me.
"Jasper..." I said, the word coming out as a small moan as his lips started to suck slightly. "Jasper," I said more firmly.
He pulled back, eyes hazy, eyelids heavy, and it was possibly the sexiest thing I had ever seen in my life. "What?"
"We can't."
"Why not?"
"After my last... yeah, I went off the Pill. And, I mean, even if I was on it... I don't know you well enough for that and..."
"And luckily for us," he said, one hand releasing my ass and reaching for something on the ground beside us. He brought it back and held up his hand, showing me a godawful neon orange condom wrapper, "I have this."
Two things came to me right then: relief, and amusement. "You were planning on getting lucky in The Green, huh? Didn't pack any food or water, but you had the contraceptive thing handled."
"Let's just say I know someone," he said and I knew exactly who he knew.
"Well then," I said, moving forward to nab his lower lip with my teeth for a second. "That was my only objection," I said against his lips before pressing in and rocking against him again.
"Thank fuck," he said, hands sliding around to my thighs, grabbing the hem of my dress and starting to inch it up.
My own hands went to his shirt, dragging it off a little restlessly, careful not to let it scratch against his back.
He waited until he was free before pulling the material up over my head.
In that moment, I was painfully aware of the fact that I hadn't been able to shave anything in days, that I was a mess of sweat and dirt and blood, and God-knew what else.
His eyes slid down me slowly and I was sure he was also taking in the imperfections.
His hand raised, moving out to rest over my ribs, the light contact sending off sparks across my skin.
I looked down to where his gaze was fixed to see the still purple and blue bruise mixed with the slightest bit of yellow that said it was healing slowly but surely.
I exhaled, reaching out and placing my hand beside the cuts on his chest. "We're a pretty pair, huh?" I said, giving him a wobbly smile.
"Pretty doesn't quite cover it," he said, shaking his head slightly as his fingers slid to the center of my belly and whispered upward, his thumb barely brushing over my desire-hardened nipple, but the contact made my hips jerk, pulling his pelvis against mine.
His cock pressed harder into me, making me moan.
His hand flattened, cupping around my breast as his gaze found me.
"I'm afraid we can't get too inventive this time," he said and I knew he was referring to both of us being hurt in various places. "How does this position work for you?"
I felt the words cross my mind and judging by the way his eyes hooded even more, I knew he knew, so I went ahead and said it. "Any position," I said, leaning in and kissing his neck, finishing the thought against his ear. "I just need you inside me."
There was a low, rumbling growl in his chest as his hands moved back to grab my legs, uncrossing them from his lower back and scooting me back a couple feet.
"Up on your knees for a second, honey," he demanded in that deep, soft tone of his that turned my belly liquid.
I pulled my legs from around him and knelt between his spread legs, sitting back on my ankles, watching him.
His gaze slid down me slowly, starting at my face and moving downward.
His hands moved out and closed over my breasts, squeezing slightly, before his thumbs started stroking over my nipples.
His thumbs and forefingers snagged the hardened points and rolled them, the pressure just shy of painful, causing a pre-orgasm fluttering deep inside.
My mouth opened on a silent moan and his gaze snapped to my face again.
His fingers moved down slightly and around my back, pressing into my shoulder blades until he pushed me forward toward him, his mouth closing around my nipple, making my entire body jolt.
His tongue slipped out and lavished over me as his free hand moved downward, slipping inside my panties and parting my folds, sliding his finger over my clit with just the barest of pressure on his quest downward, sliding inside me in one smooth, delicious stroke, making me cry out as my sex clenched around his finger.
He hummed his approval against my nipple, grazing his teeth over the sensitive flesh for a second before sucking hard as his finger started thrusting.
The pace was slow, languid, completely and overwhelmingly frustrating as it hinted at fulfillment but refused to grant it.
His mouth released one nipple and moved over to the other, giving it the same attention as his thumb finally moved out and started working my clit in small circles as his thrusts continued their slow, steady torment.
The pressure built slowly, excruciatingly, until I felt poised on the peak, until I was ready to fall over. But his mouth ripped from my breast and his fingers pulled completely out of my panties.
I grumbled loudly, slamming my hand on his shoulder. "That power of yours is no fair."
"I wouldn't need powers to feel your pussy grabbing my finger like that," he said, his hands grabbing the waistband of my panties and pulling them down my thighs.
I lifted each leg, releasing the material, leaving me completely exposed before him.
My curious hands moved out, stroking down the sides of his abs where it was safe to touch, watching, mesmerized, as the muscles twitched, as Jasper's breath got faster, more shallow.
My fingers traced the waistband of his pants, slung low on his hips, enjoying the hiss as my wrist brushed against his straining cock before my hand grabbed the material and pulled it down, exposing him to me, hard, promising to fill me perfectly.
My hand closed around his hot skin, holding him tight and stroking him as slowly as his fingers had tormented me.
My thumb moved out, stroking out over the head, wet with pre-cum.
My other hand slipped lower, closing around his balls and rubbing them gently, making Jasper let out that growling sound again that made my sex clench hard.
"Fuck, okay," he said, voice sex-rough as he reached for my wrists, pulling them away.
He touched the backs of my thighs, applying a little pressure.
"Come here," he said and I lowered my ass down, wrapping my legs around him again.
His hand reached for the condom, ripping it open and protecting us.
One of his hands went to his cock, holding it at the base.
The other moved to my lower back, putting firm pressure there until I lifted up and moved forward.
He moved his cock to stroke up my slick cleft, pressing hard into my clit, making me cry out.
Then, the sound still escaping my lips, he slid down fast and pressed inside, grabbing my hip and pushing me down, making me take him fully in one stroke.
The sound that came out of me was something I was sure I never made before, some hybrid between a moan, a gasp, and a choke.
"Fuck," Jasper said, voice deep as he buried to the root, making my walls stretch around him, hold him tight.
He closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath, and I enjoyed watching someone like him, someone so in charge of himself, lose control.
His eyes opened slowly, his jaw tight in his desire.
His hands moved around me, sinking into my ass hard, dragging my body up a couple inches and slamming me back down.
A moan escaped me, loud, echoing out across the woods.
"Ride me, Cece," he demanded, his hands pulling me up again before I could force my body to move.
Then I did. The desire was a living thing inside me, driving me up, making my movements fast and erratic.
Jasper's hands were all over me: sinking into my ass, stroking up my spine, rolling my nipples.
One moved back down, settling on one hip, using it to direct my clumsy thrusts as the other moved up, sinking into the hair at the base of my neck and pulling back hard.
My hips jerked up at the sting, my mouth letting out a shocked whimper.
His hand moved from my hip and slipped between us, pressing into my clit as his hips thrust up hard, making my entire body jolt.
And an unexpected orgasm crashed through me hard, making me cry out his name loudly as my entire body shuddered.
"Fuck yeah," Jasper growled, pulling my hair harder as he thrust upward a few more times before grabbing my hip and pulling me down, making me take him impossibly deep, so deep that it pinched.
His body jerked tight as he cursed out my name, his forehead against my shoulder.