This was going to be entered as part of the TLS Lyrics and lemons contest, but we refused to give our names. We did consider telling them all seven of our names, but it wouldn't be fair for them to know and not you. It was also discovered an entry had gone over their word count and was allowed to stay. Here there is no favoritism, so instead you reap the rewards.
Song: Usher's More
Rating: M
Word Count: 3789
Pairing: Jasper / Edward
Summary: Can you handle all of me? That's the question, isn't it? On any given day, I answer to Jay, Jas, or Whit. Would I be nice, or sweet, or brash? How would you know who you're talking to? We won't tell. Slash
Disclaimer: There is no way we could own Twilight! We're too wild and twisted for that.
J. Whitlock or Whit for short is my name, pushing limits is my game. People herd through life without enjoying all the pleasures available to them. Not me! I've always refused to sit back and let life lead me. I did the leading, not my counterparts. Sure, Jas and Jay had their wants and needs, but I always procured what we needed. My predatory instincts were beyond question; when I wanted something or someone, I made it happen, plain and simple. Early in our existence, I learned that manipulation was the answer to getting what we desired. Jas being too shy and Jay too nice, the dirty work fell to me...and I reveled in it.
The others never knew who they'd wake up to, I liked to surprise them. Just the thought of bringing someone new home sent shivers up my spine. Looking across the Volturi Lounge, I spotted tall, pale, and handsome. Yum. The thought of ruffling my hands through the bronze mess he called hair had me hardening. Oh yeah, he's mine!
Nodding at Marcus, I nudged my head toward the stunning man sitting alone at the back of the club. In the two years I've been running the place, I'd taken home enough to know when someone was ripe for the picking. This one stood out like a beacon drawing me to him. Tussled from raking his hands through it, his hair shined like an old penny in the sunshine, screaming for me to reach in and tug it. Knowing what I'd say, Marcus rushed off to make him a drink for me to deliver personally.
The desire to have my own special someone started six months ago. When Jas and Jay both found Miss Right, I knew the time had come. Unlike Jay who only liked the ladies, Jas seemed more like me, but he didn't flaunt his bi-sexual tendencies that I embraced. Fuck anyone who didn't like it.
Bella Swan mesmerized Jas from the moment he saw her. With a little help from me and Jay, we won her over for him. She didn't stand a chance with the three of us working against her. He'd seen her at the coffee shop he frequented every day, ordering his morning coffee from the pretty little barista. He'd been too nervous to approach her, always afraid of rejection, so we went to work. Jay took over first, winning her with his charms, while I finished up by seducing her into his bed.
Alice Brandon kept us on our toes when she whirled into Jay's life. That firecracker dazzled Jay from day one, literally. It wasn't uncommon for us to do each other's jobs, so when Jay covered one of my absences, the tiny Tinkerbell happened to stumble into the Lounge. Luck smiled on us when her date didn't show, giving him the perfect opportunity to lay on his charms. With one dance, he swept her heart away.
I knew everything that happened in the house; we'd wired every room with cameras. We all liked to watch what happened in our absences, especially in the bedroom. If I didn't find anyone to my likings at the club, I tossed in a tape of one of us with Bella or Alice. It's not like the girls could tell the difference, we all had the same face, my face. Jas and Jay did the same when they were around, too. My conquests alone made up one hell of a porn collection.
The others accepted me for who I am, loving me for all I did and the life I'd enabled us to create. In our little world, I kept us safe from attacks, protecting our secret, eliminating threats from anyone who could destroy what we had. No one would ever hurt us, not with me around.
Marcus slid a Frozen Mudslide down the bar, landing it right in my hand. We'd done this trick for years. Even though his brothers owned the place, I ran it. Grabbing the drink, I chuckled, moving out from behind the bar. The noise blaring from the speakers covered the conversations around me while I stalked toward him. His eyes snapped up, hesitantly watching my approach. I soaked in his appearance; he oozed sexual submissive. Good, I liked topping!
Throwing my head back, I cackled. He had no idea what I had in store for him. He gripped the table, his knuckles turning white, anchoring himself in the seat. That wouldn't save him from me. He'd learn that soon enough.
I stopped in front of the table, slipping the drink to him. His eyes darted back and forth between me and the drink. When his rosy lips opened and closed with unsaid words, my jeans tightened even more. The thought of him wrapping their pink perfection around me ran through my mind like a wildfire.
"Another night here alone, Edward?"
"How do you know my name?" he gasped.
Locking my eyes on his, I slid into the booth next to him. He tried to scoot away, but my hand on his thigh froze him in place. "Not so fast, lover. I know why you've been here every Friday and Saturday night for a month." I winked at him.
Shaking his head, he attempted to deny it. "I don't know what you mean."
"Sure you do. It's always the same: same booth, same drink, same stares." A whimper slipped out when I wiggled my eyebrows. "Dance with me." Without waiting for a reply, I grabbed his hand and towed him out of the booth.
"I'm not a good dancer." His lower lip jutted out in an adorable pout.
Pulling him flush against me, I tapped the pretty lip into submission. That lip would be mine. My attention was once again called to the dance floor when Usher's More started blaring. I started bouncing and singing it to him with my arms pulling him with me.
"Watch me as I dance under the spotlight-
Listen to the people screaming out more and more,
'Coz I create the feeling that keep 'em coming back,
Yeah, I create the feeling that keep 'em coming back,
So captivating when I get it on the floor."
He melted in my embrace, jumping with me, throwing his hands over his head. The feeling of his rock hard shaft caressing mine through our pants had his eyes fluttering shut. His breathing flowed across my face in pants as my lust-filled voice singing in his ear.
"Know y'all been patiently waiting, I know you need me, I can feel it.
I'm a beast, I'm an animal, I'm that monster in the mirror.
The headliner, finisher, I'm the closer, winner.
Best when under pressure with seconds left I show up,"
Reaching up, I grabbed his arm, showing him, I wanted him to touch me. Like a good boy, he wrapped his hands around my neck. The long fingers I'd seen playing with his straw twisted into my blond waves.
"If you really want more, scream it out louder,
Get it on the floor, bring out the fire,
And light it up, take it up higher.
Gonna push it to the limit, give it more."
Edward stopped fighting and let himself go, swaying against me looking for the "more" only I could provide. We had a strict no harass policy in the bar, so no one paid attention to the two of us grinding against each other. Slipping my hands into his back pockets, I gyrated my hips driving him crazy. I knew exactly what I was doing to him. The words that mumbled from his lips never reached my ears, but I didn't need them to know he was ready to cum. That only spurred me on more.
"Get up both your hands, I'm in the zone, tight!
Put 'em in the air, if you want more (and) more,
Cos I can't wait to feel it. I go hard, can't stop,
But if I stop then just know that imma bring it back,
Never quittin' on believin' that."
Squeezing his ass hard with my hands, I pumped against him until he shuddered and slumped against me. The dreamy look on his face had me wanting to join him, but what I wanted I couldn't get out here on the floor. My office though, would be perfect. A chuckle ripped from my chest when his legs turned to jelly.
He mumbled with reddened cheeks, "John…" I stroked his cheek.
"You can use the bathroom in my office." He sighed and nodded into my neck. "Don't be embarrassed, lover. I wanted to see you cum for me in public."
I held him tighter when his shoulders shook. His tears dripped onto my neck. "Why?" he whimpered.
Grabbing his hair, I pulled his head back and crushed my lips to his. My tongue searched out his, savoring the taste uniquely his. His hands that once gripped my neck slid down my chest, wrapping around my waist. A new hunger grew in my chest. I never let anyone kiss me. Kissing led to emotions I didn't want them to have toward me. Edward was different; I wanted him to feel the emotions I avoided from others. I wanted to feel them with him, too. Each time I swirled my tongue around his, the pull grew stronger. As much as I needed to be in control, I knew he now owned me, too.
"Because I can, and because I won't hide how much I want you, ever," I growled in his ear so he'd hear me over the song still playing.
Know y'all been patiently waiting, I know you need me, I can feel it,
I'm a beast, I'm an animal, I'm that monster in the mirror,
The headliner, finisher, I'm the closer, winner.
Best when under pressure with seconds left I show up.
"C'mon, lover, let's take this to my office." Smiling, I grabbed his hand, dragging him through the crowd still bouncing to the beat.
If you really want more, scream it out louder,
Get it on the floor, bring out the fire,
And light it up, take it up higher,
Gonna push it to the limit, give it more.
Whoa oh oh oh whoa oh
Push it to the limit, give it more!
Marcus nodded toward some drinks at the end of the bar when we walked by. Grabbing them up, I passed one to Edward. "Thank you," he choked.
"My pleasure, darlin'." I winked just to see his checks turn rosy again.
If you really want more, scream it out louder,
Get it on the floor, bring out the fire,
And light it up, take it up higher,
Gonna push it to the limit, give it more.
Whoa oh oh oh whoa oh
Gonna push it to the limit, give it more.
The lyrics died away just as I pushed open my office door. I didn't have a fancy workplace, but I'd made it nice enough. His attention darted around the room, taking everything in, before settling on the queen sized bed last.
His stare dropped to the floor, disappointment washing over him. "You have a bed in your office?"
"Yeah, until tonight I used it when I wanted a quickie at work or if I got too drunk to drive my bike home." Pushing him back, I pinned him to the wall. "I don't want a quickie from you; I want so much more." To prove it, I thrust my still hard as steel rod into his hip. "After tonight, you'll be mine."
Edward attempted to distract me, pointing to the monitor from the Men's room. "Is he…."
He ducked under my arm and moved closer to inspect the feed. "Is he blowing him? Is that your question? Yes, he is, and James is real good, lover. Peter isn't gay, though, he's needy. He'll take it anywhere he can get it." Moving behind him, I grabbed his hips. "Does seeing him going down on Peter like that make you hard? It makes me hard…" He gasped when I rubbed my clothed, throbbing length against his ass. "You like that, don't you?"
Biting his lip, he said nothing, his head dropped, but his ass lifted up to greet me. I rewarded him by running my hands over his tightly packed abs and up to his pecs. Pinching the pebbled nipples that wanted my attention, I teased him. His guttural moan reverberated under my palms. Seemed my bitch was in heat.
"You can watch all you want, but know this," I grabbed his growing cock through his jeans, "this belongs to me now. I'll be the only one pleasing and being pleased by you, got it?"
"Whit," he groaned, lolling his head.
Spinning him around, I leaned him against the desk that housed all the monitors feeding from the club cameras. "Tell me why you cried?" I leaned in, nipping the sensitive flesh under his ear.
He shook his head fighting it. "It's too embarrassing."
"What's too embarrassing? Tell me, lover." I stroked him through his pants harder.
"You're the first," he moaned.
He had no idea how much that thought thrilled me. Having a virgin would be a first for me, too. "I'll make sure you're happy and satisfied, always."
The thought of waiting another second fled my mind, and my hands started pulling his fitted gray t-shirt up his body. He licked his lips looking for another taste of me. I granted that wish, smothering him until he gasped for air.
"Why me? No one has ever wanted me," he mumbled against my lips before pulling away to let me tear if off him.
"I don't know, and I don't care. I want you…all of you," I groaned, kissing him deeper than before.
Edward stopped trying to figure out my logic and started fisting my black, leather, sleeveless vest in his clutches. Stretching my shoulders, I shrugged off the biker's vest I wore. It fell to the floor and landed on Edward's shirt.
Throwing his head back, he panted when my hands started working on his jeans. I slipped my hands in, shoving them past his hips. Grabbing his cheeks, they molded to my strong grip. In return, he undid mine.
I'd never wanted someone so much in my life than I did Edward. I'd never waited a month for anyone, but it would be worth it once I buried myself in him. Just the thought had me throbbing harder.
"On the bed and lose the rest of your clothes, lover," I laughed, slapping him hard on his ass as he waddled to the bed to sit down and take off his shoes.
Scooting back on the bed, he kept his green-eyed gaze trained on me when I stalked toward him. "How did you know I came to watch you?"
"Cuz, I watched you, too." I paused to kick off my boots and socks before dropping my jeans to the floor.
An adorable hiss slipped from his lips when my briefs hit the floor next. I smirked, grabbing girth in my hand and stroking it. Size was never our problem. Everything's bigger in Texas. Edward's eyes widened, trained on my long, hefty length.
"This is all for you, lover." I pumped it a few more times until Edward reached out to take it in his hot hand. "Oh, baby, that feels so good," I moaned, crawling onto the bed.
No doubt his years of jacking off perfected his strokes. The constant fluctuating between grip and speed had me aching for his tightness. The time had come for me to evaluate his equipment and he didn't disappoint me. Wrapping my fingers around him had his hips thrusting to meet me. I loved his eagerness to please.
Leaning in, I licked his pebbled nipple. I latched on, suckling the bud in my mouth. He tasted divine. Popping it back out, I groaned. "Roll over, lover."
I reached over and opened the draw in the end table to grab the lube and condom I needed. When I turned back, Edward was on all fours, ready for me. Kneading his firm cheek, I cooed to him. "I know, I'm anxious, too."
Maybe in my case anxious wasn't the right word, excited fit better. Waiting a month for his conquest had stirred feelings I didn't think I was capable of having.
Edward shivered when he heard the cap popping off the lube bottle. Drizzling on a generous amount, I readied to rock his world. The only sound in the room was the hiss that stretched on when I slid my slick finger into his puckered entrance. His tightness enveloped it.
"Relax, lover. I want you to enjoy this." He released a huff, but did what I wanted.
Once his body relaxed, I dragged my finger out and pushed it back in. "Ah!" He arched his back, dropping his head forward.
I leaned in, sucking his earlobe into my mouth. With each push in, I bit down on the lobe. The distraction worked, and soon, he became a heaving mess of sweaty flesh. He never even noticed when I upped the ante and slipped a second finger in. Shaking his head, he fought the urge to blow his load when I added a third finger to the mix. That wouldn't do.
"Don't hold back, lover. Cum if you need to," I mumbled without letting go of his ear.
"No! I want you inside when I do!" Such a good boy!
"And you're ready? Right now?"
"God yes! Please!" His pleas weren't lost on me.
He whimpered when I snatched away my fingers, pausing to tear the package open, and rolled on the condom. After a heavy dose of lube, I was ready to give him what he begged for. My hand slapped his ass as I lined myself up. Gripping his hips, I slowly inched in. Damn, tight didn't cover it!
I paused, buried in him to the hilt. His hands found purchase, clinging onto the headboard. He felt so good, too good. Pulling out a little, I stretched him further with a rocking motion. By the time he accommodated my size, I couldn't hold back my carnal instincts; I had to move.
"Lover, you feel so good. It was well worth the wait," I growled, slamming into him hard.
"More!" he screeched.
His demands melted all my patience and control away. My hips jerked against him again and again, searching out the spot that would please him most. The sight of his taut back muscles flexing with my movements quickened my pace.
Edward, so lost in his haze, didn't hear the door open. I glared at Jessica Stanley, standing there dumbfounded, her hand covering her mouth.
"Get the FUCK out!" I snarled, never faltering in my punishing pace.
"Sorry, Whit!" she stammered, slamming the door behind her.
I looked down to see Edward's green eyes staring back me. "Not you, lover. I've got you."
I knew he was close. Reaching around, I grabbed his throbbing shaft in my hand and pumped him fast and furious. His pants turned to howls when he came in my hand. "Whit!"
Feeling his cum in my hand combined with the tightening from each spasm rushed me to my own finish. "Edward!"
We both crumpled to the bed, heaving and spent. Rolling off him, I disposed of the condom in the barrel and pulled his lithe form to me. Snuggling in, he rested his cheek to my chest. My fingers drifted through his hair, soothing him.
"I didn't hurt you, did I, lover?"
"No, it felt really good. Why do you call me that?"
"Lover? Because you are. Until now, I'd only had play mates. I don't want that with you. I told you, I want more. When Jessica walked in, I didn't kick her out because she saw me fucking you. I kicked her out because I didn't want her ogling your body. That's a sight reserved for just me now." I left out the part where there was no way Jas and Jay wouldn't see us since I had a feed that pumped the video from my office to the house. Everything that happened in my office was recorded there.
"You're not going to send me away, are you?"
"No, Edward, you're here to stay." I felt him smile against my chest.
I held him while he drifted off to sleep in my arms. For the first time, I didn't want to hop out of bed and get dressed. Normally, when I finished, I shuttled the flavor of the day right out the door. No, I'd meant it when I said he'd be staying. After covering Edward with a sheet, I slid out from under him, grabbing the robe off the back of the door before making my way to my desk. Shit around here needed to change. I called out front, instructing Marcus to have Angela report to my office.
Angela knocked before entering, knowing better than to just walk in. "Yeah, boss?" She smiled at seeing Edward in my bed.
"Jessica just barged in here, it won't happen again." I inclined my head toward the bed where Edward slept, "Also, whenever he's here, he gets the VIP treatment, free drinks and a private table. Tell Ben and Emmett the minute he arrives, he doesn't wait in line and I want a call. Understood?"
"Of course, I'll make sure he's always in my section. That way I can keep an eye on him for you. This one's different, isn't he?"
Raising my eyebrows, I grinned that panty-melting smirk the ladies loved. "That he is," I chuckled, grabbing a smoke out of my pack. "Take care of it." Lighting my cigarette, I waved her off.
Sitting back, I watched him sleeping. "That's right, lover, rest up, we'll have more fun tomorrow," I murmured, already contemplating the possibilities.
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