AN: As requested I am turning this into a mini-story. It will only last about 5-6 chapters.

QueenBeta Cullen818 has super powers.

I don't own twilight or any of its characters.

Chapter 2

EPOV

He brought my hand to his lips, and left a searing imprint of his mouth on the inside of my hand. I smiled over at him, and gripped his hand tighter. It felt so comfortable being in like this with him.

I didn't want to ever let go.

Which is exactly why I had to.

I had to start distancing myself now. If I let these thoughts continue I would be due for some major heartbreak by the end of this weekend.

"Hey, Jas…" I whispered before we reached the others. "I have to go check on Janie. I think I am going to eat breakfast with her and take her horseback riding."

"Oh. Okay." He looked so forlorn. It was so endearing; it made me want to just hold him forever.

He looked hopeful for a moment. "Can I go horseback riding with you?" He asked. Oh, how I would love to see Jazz straddle a horse, bareback, with me riding in front preferably. Jeez, I had to get away. This boy already had my mind spinning with wild tales of happily ever after's, and that shit just wasn't meant for me.

Hopefully, a few hours away from him would give me the much needed time to get my head back in the game. I had plans, and I couldn't let anyone change them, even someone as enticing as Jasper.

"No, but I will meet you right afterward, okay?" I said, lifting my hand automatically to move a stray lock off of his forehead. I didn't remove my hand until after I wisped my fingertips against his cheek.

Goddammit, why couldn't I stop myself? I clutched the back of his neck and drew him in for a deep kiss. Abruptly, I pulled away, and turned stiffly, forcing myself to walk away from him quickly.

While I searched for Jane the guilt was starting to seep into my chest. I had left Jane for a whole night yesterday, and my guilt only compounded when I tried to focus on spending time with her today, because my mind continuously drifted back to Jasper.

Thoughts about last night. Fuckin' A.

Now in the light of day, I couldn't believe I actually had sex last night. Sex with someone that I had just met. I tried to dismiss the recollections, but they kept returning, flooding my mind with passionate kisses, and the expressions on Jasper's face as he hovered over me, driving into my ass…oh, god.

Different topic...NOW.

I remembered seeing him for the very first time yesterday. I had been in the water, splashing around with Jane. He stumbled into a lawn chair on the beach, and combed through his bag, bringing out a book. He tilted his head back, exposing his pale face and neck in direct contact with the blazing sun. From what I could see clearly he was extremely good looking. His hair was made up of blond spirals that tickled his jaw line. I couldn't see very many details in his face due to the distance, but I willed my eyes away, not needing any meaningless flirtations to ruin the bonding time I had planned for this weekend between me and my sister.

"C'mon Janie, let's go see if Esme has located our cabin yet. We can go check it out."

"Yeah…yeah, yeah!" She had said delightedly as she jogged through the water. She looked so cute with her torso bobbing up and down as she had made her way to the shore.

When we reached the beach I grasped Jane's hand, walking back toward the camp. "Would you like to go horseback riding tomorrow, Janie?" I had asked her. She nodded her head in exaggeration, and smiled up at me.

She looked at me like I was a god…her savior.

I'd be damned if I let her down.

I glanced up through my lashes as we made our way toward the boy on the beach. He had put on sunglasses, and he was sitting with a chick. Fuck! Oh, well. I can still look, right?

As Jane and I came up next to him I quickly glanced up, and looked into his face. Holy Hell. Did I say this guy was just good looking? He was fucking smoking HOT! His goddamn body was beautiful. My glimpse was short lived but I got enough of a look to see that he was damn near perfect.

Those fucking lips! They were lush and inviting. I wanted to feel them over various parts of my body. His hair was a mass of blond curls that I wanted to dig my hands in to see if they were as soft as they appeared.

I had to look away quickly, aware that I was in shorts that were currently molded to my nether regions. I had to rapidly divert my thoughts to something that would halt my growing erection. That was easy, I just thought about Aro and Irina, our last set of foster parents.

Instant dick deflation.

Even after I had confessed that I was gay to Irina she continued to put moves on me. I could have put up with that as long as she was taking care of my sister properly, but once she slapped Jane in the mouth for saying she had brushed her teeth when she hadn't I got us the fuck out of there.

That had been our experience for the last two years. We had been transferred to six different homes, and into some shitty situations. The agency couldn't be too choosy since they were trying as hard as they could to keep us together. They had tried to split us up once. It lasted two weeks before both sets of foster parents couldn't take anymore.

Since then, we had been passed from home to home, from drunks to perverts to homophobes. In the beginning, they all had looked perfectly "normal". Each time I allowed myself to believe that we could finally settle in. I could make friends, maybe even find a boyfriend, but it was all fiction. There was nothing but more disappointment.

We'd been with Carlisle and Esme for about three months and it has been a completely different experience. I had come to realize that no one was normal, but they were the closest people I could find to the meaning of the word, and amazingly enough, they really seemed to genuinely like both of us.

Jane had a wonderful relationship with Esme, and Carlisle was trying to help me pick colleges. When I told them I didn't have plans on going to college he had insisted, and planned to foot the bill. He picked up applications from Ivy League and highly accredited universities, for which I was sure with his reputation he could get me in...even with my subpar GPA, but I had to stay somewhere close, to be near Jane. I would be eighteen in six months and I would be able to take legal guardianship of her, and as soon as I could find a decent job we could finally be on our own.

Carlisle was a doctor, he specialized in surgery, but he worked out of the emergency room, performing his craft on trauma patients. Carlisle was passionate about his job, and it flowed to all of us. In the short time I'd known Carlisle I respected and trusted him. The thought of having a career as satisfying as being a doctor was a dream…an unrealistic dream. I would never be able to afford it, and I would never allow Carlisle to pay for such an extravagant term.

Carlisle and Esme both knew I was gay. I had never had a relationship with a man before. My only indication that I was gay was that I was attracted to men. The closest I ever came to a liaison was a couple of stolen kisses and a hand job from another foster boy.

I had never wanted to give myself to someone as I had to Jasper last night. I honestly had no idea what came over me.

Yesterday, I had felt this acute pressure in my chest when I had first saw him. It felt like I was suffocating. I needed to pull him close, and get away from him at the same time. The feeling was foreign and frightening. When Jane and I arrived back at camp, Jane immediately jumped in Esme's lap, going over the details of our swim. I loved seeing her so comfortable - with someone other than me. It made me felt like I had done something right with her in the last two years.

Esme advised us that Jane would be in a cabin with her and Carlisle, and another couple. She told me that I had some great "cousins" that she was going to introduce me to, and if I wanted to I could stay with them.

Lovely.

When we finally got to the cabin I could feel the pressure in my chest building again. What if it was him and the girl? Could I handle watching him kiss some chick…or worse, while I laid in a cot next to them wishing it were me?

When he walked out of the cabin, I felt fate laughing at me again.

Just my fucking luck.

I could feel eyes staring a hole in my head, but I wouldn't look up at him. He would see…he would see how badly I wanted him. He would see what he was doing to me. Then him and his girlfriend could have a good laugh at my expense, but when he said "Hi" in that rough fuck-me voice I looked up at him, and I couldn't believe the naked desire I saw in his eyes. I knew that I was mirroring that image. When his cousin Peter spoke up on his behalf I glanced at him so I could regain some of my composure, but too soon my eyes were drawn back to this gorgeous boy, and his deep blue eyes. I had never been so attracted to someone in my life.

After introducing Bella as just a friend of Jasper's my breathing became shallow. Knowing that Jane would be safe and happy with Esme, for the time being, I decided to be selfish and spend some time with this stunning boy.

All throughout dinner I glimpsed at him. He seemed deep in thought. I hope he wasn't unhappy that I crashed his little party. He had that stray lock of hair on his forehead that I just wanted to touch. My heart expanded every time he looked at me, and gave me a small smile. Even the small intimacies threatened my heart to break loose from my chest. I didn't know what was happening to me.

My urge to wrap my arms around him, to take care of him, to kiss his lips and hold him tight was too strong and overwhelming, so as soon as it was prudent I made my fucking escape.

I could explain it away that I was a natural care-giver and protector, born by watching over Jane, but I never felt this way toward anyone besides her, and the thought scared me to death. I mumbled an excuse that I needed to find Jane and then high tailed it out of there. I spent the rest of the evening with Jane, Esme and Carlisle, thinking of Jasper the entire time.

XXXXX

I found Jane animatedly talking to Carlisle about her new friend, Josie that she met while painting in the children's area. She was giggling, and it brought an instant smile to my face.

Thank god, it appeared that she hadn't been scarred from our past. She seemed as happy and carefree as any other kid her age should.

She was too young to know what happened to our parents and thankfully, she had never asked. I knew one day she would and I would be honest with her. I wasn't going to think about it until then. Jane saw me and ran up to me, throwing her arms around my neck. I picked her up and squeezed her little body tight to my chest. Kissing her on the cheek, I set her down.

"Hey sugar, you ready to do some horseback riding?" Her eyes lit up like Christmas morning.

"Finish your breakfast first." Esme cut in, and then added, "Edward…please eat."

I grabbed some food from the buffet, and winced when I sat down next to Janie. The condom that Jasper had with him last night didn't have nearly enough lube on it, and my ass hurt like hell.

Horseback riding was going to be a blast.

My soreness brought back the memory of the loss of my virginity. I couldn't help but smile as I remembered the event.

I had tried to stay away from him after our brief encounter at the barbeque. I returned to the family, but found that I was on edge, as if I had forgotten something and was struggling to recover whatever it was. When I saw him sitting across from me at the campfire, the pressure returned to my chest tenfold. He sat away from me, but watched me the entire time. I knew I couldn't stay away from him. There was this pull, some type of electricity floating between us.

We had flirted wordlessly over the flames…relaying to each other through actions that we wanted each other. After he gave me an intense look I knew it was time for me to make a decision. He had headed off back to the cabin, I was certain, and I could either follow him, and have an amazing night that I would remember forever, or I could have stayed there as I ought to.

I sat there for several minutes debating both sides in my head; one side telling me that it was just one night, and the other side telling me that I was setting myself for some massive hurt. In the end of my internal battle I realized that I could not deny myself the experience.

What were the chances of me finding someone like him again? I had been openly gay for over three years now. I had never found this draw to anyone else - ever. It was amazing, and it was fucking mutual, so what choice did I ever have?

I had risen up slowly, and made my way to the cabin with shallow breathing, shaking hands and quivering thighs. When I walked into the cabin Jasper was pacing the floor, his hands in those blond strands. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do, so I stood there.

When he said my name on a whisper, full of wonder and promise I melted, and in a frenzy I captured him in a scorching kiss. His lips were soft, as I stroked his pliant tongue with mine. He tasted like bubble gum and cotton candy. The taste was addictive, my tongue lapping at his flavor, never wanting the connection to end. Too soon, we needed to breathe, so not quite being able to pull away, I attacked his lips with a series of open-mouthed kisses.

I sinuously rubbed myself up against him, and I was pretty sure that I could have came like that. I was also pretty sure that it would have been the best orgasm of my life, but somehow I knew that Jasper wanted more, and I wanted to please him.

My body was telling me that it desired more too, but I didn't know what. I went for his shirt thinking that maybe I would get some relief from some skin on skin contact. He copied me, pulling my t-shirt over my head. We stared at each other for a moment before our lips met in another fiery kiss. My hands and fingertips endeavored to leave no space on his torso untouched.

But it did nothing to assuage the flames licking at my belly. These unexplained feelings were strange to me. I wasn't used to wanting a release this bad, and being detained from achieving it. If I were alone I would've already been asleep on the cot, completely satiated. The feeling was tormenting and wonderful.

Jasper had pulled away and started to remove his clothing. I knew then what was going to be expected of me. This wasn't going to be half-assed…he wanted it all. I didn't know how to go about this. Was he expecting me to fuck him or was he planning on doing the fucking? Should I already know? Should I be able to sense it?

Which would I prefer? I decided that I would rather be fucked. The only porn I previously had access to was hetero, which wasn't going to help me here.

Jasper sensed something in me because he had stopped getting undressed, and then asked me if I had sex with a boy before.

I felt like screaming. When the fuck did I have an opportunity? I was busy trying to make sure my baby sister didn't suffer serious trauma from everything that had happened in her short little life. That was a full time job. For Christ sake, I felt like railing at him. I didn't grow up in a fucking mansion, having every convenience at my fucking fingertips. Jasper never had to worry on a daily basis about what kind of home he was going to end up in next or if he would be separated from the only person that had meant anything to him, the only person he had left. Jasper worried about if he was wearing the latest fashions or where he was going to find his next lay.

I seriously wanted to hit him right now for something that was absolutely NOT his fault.

But my anger completely vanished as soon as I saw him starting to pull back up his shorts. He was willing to stop when it was clear from his tented boxers that he was just as aroused as I was. He didn't even look mad. I knew I had surely disappointed him…but he cared. In this short time he cared about me.

That is when I made the decision that nothing was going to stop me from experiencing this with him. I stopped him, and told him that I wanted to do this with him. Of course, he looked skeptical, and I didn't expect anything less. When he told me to prove it, he was looking for complete and utter surrender.

As I lay on the bed, nude, I waited and waited…and fucking waited. He was staring at me, unmoving. I started to feel like I had been put under a microscope. Insecurities and embarrassment started welling up in my chest. Was I not good enough? I couldn't stand the thought that he would change his mind. I begged him to come to me, telling him I needed him.

When Jasper first entered me it felt like he was splitting me in two. I was sure that I had to be bleeding. I wondered if I would need stitches to repair the damage that I was certain was there. Would I need to go to the emergency room? But then as I contemplated my situation the warm feeling returned through the haze of pain. The heat building in my belly had returned as he squirmed minutely.

Pain slowly faded to pleasure. The pain remained the entire experience, but watching Jasper above me…the signs of euphoria on his face, his eyes half closed and looking at me like I have never been looked at before made my stomach twist with desire.

Amazingly enough I was still hard, and then it throbbed as Jasper stroked me closer to a climax. We came together, and it was life altering. I watched him reach his peak because I had to see if he felt the same way that I did. By his expressions, which I knew were similar to my own, led me to believe that he did. He had done this before, and I was a virgin…yet, he gave the impression that this was his first time too. He looked like he was in awe. The passion that filled his eyes was overwhelming me. Thankfully, he got up to throw the condom away so I could quickly wipe away the one tear that had fallen from my eye.

"Are you ready? Edward…" I woke up from my daydream to find Jane waving her hand in front of my face, and Esme looking at with me concern.

"Did you kids stay up all night? Did you get any sleep at all?" Carlisle asked.

"No, we didn't stay up all night." I whispered, and the regret hit instantly. The regret that we did in fact sleep. We should've stayed awake all night. We should have spent the whole night making love. I wanted to have more to remember when I went back to my cold bed.

I still had tonight, if I wanted…if I gave into my yearning, and allowed myself this.

XXXXX

Horseback riding wasn't horrible.

Because I had Jane on my steed, we barely crawled through the trails. Jane spent the entire time hanging onto the reins, full of the belief that she was actually controlling the horse herself. She didn't realize that this old horse had probably been through this trail hundreds of times. We could have pulled the reins any which way, blindfolded it, and us, and we still would have made it back to camp unscathed. It didn't matter what we did to it, this horse would not be deterred from following the ass of the horse in front of us.

While Jane focused wholly on making sure that we did not veer off course my thoughts drifted time and time again to Jasper. I knew the best thing would be to stay away from Jasper today. Start distancing myself now, but my whole body shuddered at the thought of having Jasper so close and not being able to be with him – touch him.

By the end of the trail I had resigned myself that I would have no choice but to spend the rest of the weekend with Jasper. I couldn't pass up the opportunity. I had a feeling this was going to be one of the best and worst weekends of my life, but once the decision had been made I found myself anxious to get back to him.

Where was he? What was he doing right now? Did he miss me too?

When I unloaded Jane on Esme I told her that I would see her for dinner.

"Is that okay?" I had to ask her.

"I have lots to do today." Jane said matter-of-factly. "Me and Carlisle are making kites today and then we are going to go fly them."

Tears formed in my eyes. I wasn't sad that she didn't ask me to come along, and I wasn't jealous, I was just so fucking happy that I didn't have to worry about her. I knew she would be content without my company.

"Then we have to go find more sticks for the marshmallows tonight."

Marshmallows...

I gave Jane a quick kiss on the forehead, and took off in a run to find Jasper.

When I found him he was crouched in a hammock with his hands crossed over his chest. His eyes revealed that he was in a different world. I would've given the last dollar in my wallet to know what he was thinking at that moment.

I stood in front of him before he realized that I was there. His eyes eventually centered on me, and I saw the dark brooding replaced by a flicker of uncertainty.

Did he regret last night? No, I couldn't believe that was true.

I was fucking there.

He scrambled up, and scanned over me briefly before his eyes averted to his feet. "Did you have fun?" He asked quietly.

I nodded slowly, trying to figure out what kind of mood he was in. "What have you been up to since I left?" I asked warily. I am worried that he didn't want me here.

Did I overstay my welcome? Did he get what he wanted? Again, my memories led me back to when I left him this morning. I honestly felt that he had genuinely wanted me to stay with him, or me to take him with me.

"Nothing really." The silence became awkward. Just as I was about to call him out on his attitude, a happy Bella and Peter rounded the corner. Peter literally ran up to me and slapped me on the back. "Man, thank fucking god that you are back. Maybe we can get Jasper, here, to start talking again."

Jasper gave him a warning look, but Peter continued. "We had to leave; we couldn't take anymore of his pouting after you left." My eyes shot to Jasper who was inspecting his fingernails intently.

He missed me.

"Is that right?" I said seductively, looking at Jasper. "Well, I'll make sure I put every effort into putting a smile on his face again." Jasper's eyes snapped to mine, and he looked…hopeful.

"And I know just how I want to start." I grabbed him at the elbows, and pulled him into a hot kiss. His mouth opened instantly under mine, and his hands immediately dove into my hair, pulling tightly at the ends over and over before fisting it. He tilted my head to the side so his tongue could delve in deeper. The kiss was passionate and full of need.

"Enough, guys. Gross." Peter said disgustedly.

Jasper lifted his lips off of mine a fraction and said, "fuck off" before he plundered back in, but too soon, he slowly pulled away, staring into my eyes.

Finally, after a few seconds he looked toward Peter. "Don't you guys have somewhere else to be?" Jasper asked them without any guile.

Peter, not so easily offended, stepped in between Jasper and I, and put an arm around each of our shoulders. "Naw, man, I think I wanna hang out with you guys." He said teasingly. His gaze flickered to Bella, and he winked.

I decided to take part in his antics. "Well, if you insist." I ran my hand up Peter's chest suggestively.

He shivered before he pulled himself away. "Totally uncalled for dude." Peter exclaimed, wiping his hands over his chest. The rest of us just laughed at him.

"We were going canoeing. Did you guys wanna come?" Bella asked.

I really wanted to spend some time with Jasper alone, but before I could show my preference he agreed to go with them. He clasped onto my hand possessively, and we all made our way down to the river. Peter and Jasper managed the pursuit of getting us fully equipped since they had to show some sort of identification to obtain the canoe, paddles and lifejackets.

Jasper and I were in one canoe, and Peter and Bella in another. The landscape was amazing. Thousands of various types of trees lay nestled on miles and miles of terrain. We waded our way down the river until we came to a fork in our path.

"Have fun buddy." Peter said, and then turned to me and winked. "Later luvahs." Then he led Bella and him in the opposite direction.

"You know where we are going Jas?" I asked.

"Yep." Was all he said.

It was about twenty more minutes before Jasper led our canoe into a tiny bay. It was amazing. The alcove was surrounded by plush, green scenery with a waterfall. We made our way to land and tied the boat down.

"Y'wanna go for a swim?" He didn't wait for my assent before he started discarding his clothing. So without answering I began removing my own clothes.

Jasper quickly dove in, and I followed. The water was comfortably warm. We swam around for several minutes before I started floating, letting the sun beat down on my face and chest. I felt so at peace, and at the moment extremely tired. Just as I felt I was drifting to sleep I felt something grab my leg.

I jumped, and tried to pull away from the strong grasp around my ankle. I waited a moment for the sun spots to fade from my vision, or lack thereof, and then I glared at Jasper while I tried to remove myself from his imprisonment.

His smile was as bright as the sun. as he began to run his fingernails lightly over the underside of my foot. I knew, as a child that I was very ticklish. I hadn't been tickled in a long while, and I found that I was just as sensitive, if not more. I laughed as I tried to kick my foot into his chest to make him stop.

He stopped alright.

"Dude, did you just, like, giggle-snort?" He said chuckling.

"No!" I exclaim heatedly, but I ducked my head in embarrassment because I actually had.

"I think you did." He came closer and lifted my chin with his finger. "And it was the fucking sexiest thing I have ever heard." He drew me too him, and our wet lips met in a kiss that started out soft and quickly became demanding. My hands ran over his wet muscles, our naked cocks thrust into one another's. Not slowing down, we went on for minutes, and I was getting close to my release when he pulled away. I groaned in frustration, and he chuckled at me.

"I want to show you something darlin'." He took off swimming, and I followed. He led me to the base of the small waterfall. He waited until I caught up with him and then he grabbed my hand. The water came up to our necks at this point, and he had to yell for me to hear him with the water coming down next to us. "Follow me." Together we made our way blind through the downpour, so that now, we were underneath it. He found a little cove in the cliff. He climbed up onto it, and then helped me.

I looked around in shock. We were completely hidden in a small cave, with water crashing down all round us. It was fucking amazing.

"Jas, how did you find this place?"

"I don't know, just me and Peter goofing off...trying to get away from everyone. It's our secret – no one from the family would ever come out this far, so we could always come out here with some alcohol that we stole or to smoke a joint that one of us had brought along with us."

I had never smoked weed before, and I felt courageous. Today I would allow myself to be my age. I wanted to be seventeen today. "Do…do you have one of those now?"

"Naw, I only light up occasionally at a party or something." His eyes turned light and playful. "Why? You wanna get high darlin'?" He chuckled. "Now that is something I wouldn't mind seeing one of these days."

That wiped the smile off of my face. He was talking about the future, something him and I didn't have together.

All we had was this.

We lay next to each other on the rocks, completely nude and uncaring. How could I become so comfortable with him in such a short time? My hand reached out and stroked his hip, and then watched as his breath hitched and he shut his eyes. When he opened them they were hot. I slowly lifted my head and brushed my lips against his.

I pulled an inch from his face and whispered his name, for what I wasn't sure. I just wanted everything and anything he was willing to give me at this moment. His hand came up to caress my cheek roughly, his thumb sweeping over my bottom lip. The passion was building in him, and I couldn't handle the impact it was having on me and my body. I was so confused; this was so new to me.

Has he ever had these feelings before? I was jealous at the thought instantly. The thought of him feeling the way I felt right now with someone else could drive me to lunacy if I let it. I moved my hand from his hip, and gripped his wet hair tightly. I took his bottom lip in between my teeth and bit down - hard.

He was mine!

My tongue came out to lick his bottom lip, and I could taste the blood there. Jasper didn't seem to mind. He climbed on top of me, straddling me. He took my face in his hands and bent his head to give me another amazing kiss. His tongue traveled the length of my jaw and he gently bit down on my shoulder, but that just wasn't fucking good enough. "Harder…bite harder." I said roughly. I wanted the mark to last. I wanted to look at it every goddamn day. I wanted to run my fingers over it while I remembered this very moment. He bit down a little harder. "Goddammit Jas, harder." That's all it took for him to sink his teeth into me. I let out a yelp as the burning pain took hold.

He pulled up immediately. "I'm so, so sorry." His eyes were full of alarm, his lip was red and swollen, his cheeks were tinted pink. He was so fucking adorable – so I told him.

"You are so adorable." I laughed when his cheeks turned redder, which was a mistake because it brought forth another snort. I immediately ceased my laughing, waiting to get harassed about it.

He let out a bark of laughter. "What? My blushing isn't so fucking funny anymore?" He teased. "Why darlin'? It isn't because of this, is it?" He grabbed my sides and started tickling me. I tried to squirm away as I howled with laughter.

"Stop!" I roared in between snorts. He thought it was hilarious. He eventually rolled away from me when he was struggling too hard with his own laughter. He curled up into a fetal position as he circled his arms over his stomach.

I tried to act irritated but he was just too damn cute. I crawled on top of him, and removed his hands from his stomach, pinning them to both sides of his head. I rolled my hips on his, and his laughter subsided quickly. I bent down to take one of his nipples into my mouth, and then the other one. I looked up through my lashes at him to see him straining his neck to observe me. As I slowly made my way down his stomach I watched him watch me. I had to let go of his wrists so I could go further. I reached his belly button and I stuck out my tongue to lick it.

Jasper's head fell back when I continued down the trail of hair that led a path to where I wanted to be. I stared down at the appendage with anticipation and fear. I have never done this, and I have never had it done to me, but this weekend was all about firsts. I was definitely scared I would do something wrong. I didn't know what to do to make him feel good. His cock was as hard as the surface we were laying on, it throbbed with need as I watched the pearly fluid leak from the tip. I guess I could start by licking that – and so I did.

The moan he emitted vibrated underneath the hand that I had lying along his stomach. I clenched my fist in response, and I became emboldened. I lifted myself over him and ran my tongue up his length, from base to head, and he rewarded me with a heartfelt groan. I became slightly more confident, and made my way down by laving my tongue along the silky surface, stroking and massaging with my tongue and lips. His hips bucked up into my face and I heard him mumble something. I took his head into my mouth, and sucked hard before I stuffed as much of him as I could in my mouth.

"Edward." He whispered on a ragged breath. His fingers tangled themselves in my hair. I looked up at him as I sucked his cock. He was looking at me too, and he took the words right out of my mouth. "So fucking beautiful."

His head fell back and his torso lifted. I couldn't believe that I was doing this to him…that I was making him feel like this. I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft taking as much of him in as I could. His head was getting bigger and bigger, so I clutched the base of his shaft and stroked it up and down as I focused my attention on his head. I wasn't sure if he was going to like that, but his hands tightened in my hair and he moaned loudly, confirming that he was okay with my methods of getting him off.

I could see the tendons straining in his neck. "Please…uh, fuck…darlin'…if you don't move…ung…you're gonna swallow." I held my ground; I was determined to taste him. His body stiffened and he emitted a loud groan, I took him as far back into my mouth as I could just before spurts of cum shot down my throat. I couldn't say that it tasted delicious, but it wasn't bad either.

How could it be bad? It was Jasper.

He pulled me up his body quickly, gazed into my eyes with amazement before his lips crashed into mine. I clutched at his back, and unconsciously pressed my erection into his thigh.

He pulled away and I saw playfulness there in his face. "Don't worry, it's your turn." He chuckled as he pushed me onto my back.

I wanted to be coy, but fuck did I need it. As his lips licked and sucked my nipples I not-so-casually put my hands on the top of his head and pushed his head down, as I pressed my dick into his ribcage. There was no doubt what I was implying, and Jasper knew it too as he snickered while placing feather light kisses down my stomach.

My dick had never been encased in anything but a hand, and I wanted to feel my cock in his wet, hot, sexy mouth – I also wanted to see it.

"You're kinda eager for something, Edward. What would that be?" He didn't wait for me to answer, but instead took my cock in his hand and held it vertical, rubbing it against his cheek, while he gazed at me with lust filled eyes. I couldn't speak because he ran his nose up and down my length.

His velvety tongue made a trail of saliva from the head of my dick to my balls. My back lifted at the exquisite pleasure of his tongue and lips on my sac. He sucked one of my balls into his mouth while he stroked my cock in a hypnotizing rhythm.

"C'mon Jas…please…I am going to cum before you put it in your mouth." I let out a frustrated growl when he moaned with my nut still rolling around on his tongue. He finally released my ball and worked his way up my shaft. He licked around my head before he enveloped my dick in his magnificent mouth. He swirled his tongue as he bobbed his head up and down my cock. He took me deep, I felt the back of his throat and I knew it was just a matter of a few strokes before I came.

Fucking incredible!

I couldn't control my body's movements as I writhed underneath him, my stomach shaking, my thighs quivering. I knew there was nothing I could do; there was no way to detain my impending release. I tried to tell him that it was time, my mouth opened but nothing came out.

Seeing Jasper's blond curls bouncing up and down over my cock left me speechless. Speaking was just not in the realm of possibilities.

I had never felt an orgasm like this one before. Compared to yesterday's, where it was no doubt the best release I ever had, it had still been tinged with pain. This one was ecstasy, no pain – just mind-blowing rapture.

Once I came down from my climax I found Jasper watching me. "You're perfect." He stated simply, as he placed a loving kiss on my stomach before he slid up me, and pulled me into a hug. It felt so good to be held in his arms. We stayed like that for a few moments before I laid my head down on his chest. It took only minutes to feel myself nodding off. I could tell by Jaspers breathing that he was already asleep.

There was no fucking way I wanted to sleep.

That climax about did me in, but I couldn't waste any more time napping. I rolled us over two times before we landed back in the pool of water that was still under the waterfall. Since Jasper was not conscious he didn't have proper footing, so when we fell into the water he fell under. He came up sputtering and coughing, obviously inhaling some water. He looked at me angrily. "What the hell was that for?"

I wrapped my legs and arms around him. "I don't want to sleep." I said into his ear. I didn't want to look at him because I was afraid he would see the sadness in my eyes.

Where do we go from here?

That wasn't the right question.

The only available option I had was to cherish every moment I have with him for today, and then tomorrow I would have to completely start to separate from him.

Upon that thought I grabbed his hair and kissed him harshly. He returned the kiss, but he tried to soften it as he languidly explored my mouth, ghosting his fingertips over my jawbone.

He looked at me, and smiled almost reverently.

No, the real burning fucking question was: What was the price I would pay for this weekend dalliance? And how much was I going to be made to suffer for it?

Tomorrow was going to be hell.

AN: I would really appreciate a review to let me know what you thought of the chapter. Thanks, Deb