A/N: Hugs and kisses to my beta, BbEyedGirl. I don't know what I'd do without you, sweetie.
Disclaimers: All Twilight characters are owned by Stephenie Meyer, "Subterranean Homesick Blues" written by Bob Dylan, "Your Song" written by Bernie Taupin.
Chapter 2
After that sweet kiss on the porch, I had to work extra hard to concentrate during the rest of practice. My mind and eyes kept drifting to Edward. His eyes seemed glued to me as well, and we exchanged several surreptitious smiles for the next hour.
Since Alice had brought Edward over in her car, I offered to drive him back to his coffee shop in my pickup. He hesitated at first, asking me to wait until he'd spoken to Alice. After a whispered conversation between them, he walked over to me and told me that Alice was planning to stay longer to help Garrett clean up. I narrowed my eyes and looked at Garrett curiously. His expression was unreadable. Edward thanked me for my offer, and I noticed Alice sporting a satisfied smirk as we walked out.
The weather had changed since the morning and, though it wasn't raining yet, the wind had picked up and the clouds were darkening the sky enough to make me use my headlights.
With the exception of Edward's directions to his place, the first several minutes of the ride were unusually quiet. Even in the darkness of the cab, I could see him glancing at me often out of the corner of his eye. His hands were in constant motion, twisting and pulling on the hem of his shirt. I wasn't sure what was causing him to be so nervous. To break up the silence, I turned on the CD player.
The voice of Bob Dylan came on singing "Subterranean Homesick Blues". Smiling, I began to sing along.
Johnny's in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I'm on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he's got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Edward's mouth broke into a crooked grin and he joined me for the next part of the verse.
Look out kid
It's somethin' you did
God knows when
But you're doin' it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin' for a new friend
The man in the coon-skip cap
In the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten.
We both started laughing.
"You like Dylan?" I asked.
"It's old school. I know, but the man's fucking brilliant and the song's a classic." Edward said simply, "What's not to like?"
"You know, you have a great voice," he added.
"Thanks," I said. "You're not too bad yourself. Do you play?"
He hesitated for a few seconds before answering. "Piano, mostly…a little guitar. It's been a while since I've played though."
I reached across to turn down the music at the same time that he reached to do the same. Our hands brushed against each other briefly and I felt the familiar surge of electricity travel up my arm. We both pulled back at the same time and locked eyes.
He feels it too.
I turned back to the road and stared out, watching it rush under my wheels.
"So…why is that?" I asked him.
Edward was still staring at me. "Hmm? Oh! You mean why I haven't been playing lately?"
I nodded.
"It's complicated." He stated, frowning and turning back to face the road.
I glanced at him briefly. He closed his eyes and swallowed. I felt my cock twitch when he licked his plump red lips.
I want to taste those lips.
"I think I can keep up." I assured him.
He looked at me again. His eyes were filled with worry and he bit down on his lower lip. He was struggling, trying to decide if he could trust me enough to tell me. Finally, he let out a sigh and began.
"A little over a year and a half ago my boyfriend was murdered." My eyes shot over to him in horror. "We were out late one night at a club and when we walked back to our car, a couple of guys jumped us. I thought they wanted to rob us, but I was wrong. They were screaming at us, calling us fags and queers." Edward paused and took a couple of deep breaths before continuing. "One of them had a crowbar. He used it to beat Riley." His voice broke on Riley's name and he paused again to gain control of his emotions. "The other one just kept kicking me with his boots. After they left us, I dragged myself over to Riley to check on him. He wasn't breathing. I had several broken bones including some in my right hand. Before, I blacked out I managed to pull out my cell and call 911 using my left hand. By the time they got there he was dead. I had a concussion and was in a coma for a couple of days. I spent a week in the hospital and several months in rehab. I had to drop out of school, and I haven't been back."
He lowered his head and a tear rolled down his cheek. I reached over and wiped it off with my fingertips.
Damn. And I thought I had problems.
"Jesus, Edward, I'm so sorry," I said regretfully, turning my eyes back on the road. "I didn't mean to upset you."
"It's okay," he said as he scrubbed his face with his hands and tried unsuccessfully to muster a smile. "I've been told that it's good for me to talk about it occasionally. It helps in letting go."
He took another deep breath and shook his head. "Anyway, I could never get myself to go back to school. Maybe someday…I don't know."
I wanted so badly to pull over, wrap my arms around him and comfort him, but I could see that we were getting close to our destination. With a few more directions, Edward soon had us pulling into a parking lot next to a narrow two-story building. The front of the building had a small blue and white striped awning over a door with the name "Cullen Coffee Company" painted on it. In the window a bright pink neon sign announced "OPEN".
We stepped out of my truck and Edward led us to the front door.
"Nice place." I complimented, peering into the window. Noticing that there were no patrons inside, I added, "It doesn't look too busy right now."
"Most of my business is breakfast and lunch…and usually takeout." Edward explained, shrugging and opening the door for us. He ushered me in by placing his warm hand on my lower back. I could feel the heat radiating through my thin shirt. I shivered imperceptibly as I stepped into the shop.
The inside was clean, warm and inviting with the smell of fresh coffee and baked goods. The walls were a dark oak and the fixtures were brass. Newspapers and magazines were stacked neatly on narrow tables that lined the walls, and four small oak tables were scattered near the front. A glass display case held various pastries and cakes. A bell tinkled as we entered, and a beautiful and petite older woman with long, wavy caramel colored hair quickly stepped out from the back room to greet us.
"Edward, thank goodness you're back! I left you some lasagna in the refrigerator." She said as she yanked off her apron and pulled out her purse from behind the polished counter. She adjusted her wire-rimmed glasses before turning to look at Edward. "I really need to get back home before your father gets there. I have to start dinner soon."
"He won't starve, Mom." Edward admonished, jokingly. "Make him take you out to eat. Oh, Mom, this is—," he began, motioning to me.
"Oh hello, dear. I'm Edward's mother, Esme Cullen," she interrupted with a broad grin, noticing me for the first time. Her eyes sparkled in the same shade of green as Edward's. She held out her hand to shake mine.
"Hello, ma'am. Jasper Whitlock. Pleasure to meet you," I responded, taking her hand and lifting it to my lips for a light kiss.
My mama didn't raise a barbarian.
She seemed amused by my manners. Giggling she gushed, "It's a pleasure to meet you too, Jasper."
Edward rolled his eyes at me and shook his head. "Okay…I'll see you later, Mom. Thanks for helping me out today," he said as he escorted her to the front door.
"You're both welcome to join us for dinner," she offered, turning to look at me pleading with her eyes. "I'm making pot roast."
"Umm…yeah. Maybe another time," Edward replied, opening the door and gently guiding her out. "Thanks for helping me today, Mom. Drive safely and say hi to Dad."
Before he could close the door, she grabbed him around the neck and pulled him down to her. She pecked his cheek and then, in a typical motherly fashion, wiped away the lipstick with her thumb.
"Very well, then. Have it your way, sweetheart," she pouted. "You both have a nice evening." She stepped away and Edward shut the door quickly.
We stood together at the window and waved to her. After smiling at us warmly and returning our wave, she turned and walked to her car. Edward sighed loudly, locked the door and turned off the neon sign.
Spinning around to face me, he asked, "So…what are you in the mood for?"
Sex.
I raised an eyebrow and grinned, but he either didn't notice or ignored my innuendo.
"I have cappuccino, latte and espresso. Oh, and I also have regular coffee," he continued.
Motioning for me to follow him to the back room, he added, "And would you like to have something with it?"
"What do you suggest?" I asked him back as I followed a couple of steps behind him, checking out his ass.
"Well, does anything look good to you?" he queried, turning back to look at me. My eyes snapped up to his and I noticed that he was smirking. "You do realize, of course, that I'm referring to the pastries."
"Pastries…yeah sure, that sounds great." I blurted, glancing back at the display case. "And a latte."
Edward chuckled. "Coming right up. Have a seat." He pointed to a tiny table with two chairs in a corner of the room and then busied himself with preparing our coffee and desserts.
I guess being back in his own environment boosted his confidence. He doesn't seem as shy now.
As I sat down, my phone chirped with a message from Garrett.
J DONT 4GET: WE NEED UR TRUCK 2 GET THE EQUIP 2 LL.
I sent back a short message.
B BACK N PLENTY OF TIME.
Of course, Edward might make me forget about getting back on time.
Smirking as a few fantasies flashed through my mind, I pocketed my phone and took a look around. A tidy oak desk and an old desk chair were next to my table. A laptop computer sat on top of the desk. On both sides of the room were counters and shelves filled with supplies. In the opposite corner, I noticed a wrought iron spiral staircase.
"What's upstairs?" I asked. Turning my head I was startled to find Edward standing right in front of me holding a tray with two steaming cups of coffee and a plate of biscotti. The scent of strawberries and honey overwhelmed me, even over the aroma of the coffee.
What is it? His body wash? Cologne? Shampoo?
As he set the tray down, his hand brushed against mine again. The hairs on my arm stood up.
"My apartment," he answered. "I live upstairs. Would you like to see it?"
Hell, yes.
"Umm…sure. Maybe after we have our coffee." I tried to keep my voice cool, but my mind was racing with possibilities.
Edward sat down across from me and took a cookie from the plate. I watched his mouth and fingers as he nibbled on it for a moment.
"So, are you nervous about tonight?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" I returned.
"About the gig. About that guy, Jager, being there," he clarified.
"Nah," I said nonchalantly, taking a sip of my coffee. "Nothing's gonna come of it even if Jager comes in early and hears us play."
"Edward, this coffee is delicious," I complimented.
"Thanks. What do you mean nothing's gonna come of it? You guys are really good." Edward seemed a bit perturbed by my flippant attitude. He scowled at me.
"Dude, you've got to be better than just good. We're okay. Truth is, I'm thinking about quitting."
Shit.
I don't know what made me tell him that. I realized too late that it probably was not a very good idea to tell him before Garrett and the others. I chewed on my cookie and looked at him nervously. He was quiet for a moment. His brow was furrowed as he thought about his reply.
"Why?" he asked. "The way you play and sing make me think that you really love music."
"I do, but I can't make a living doing it. I don't think I'm that good. I have a degree in history. If I go back to school for my Master's maybe I can teach or something." He frowned, tilting his head to the side and narrowing his eyes. He wasn't buying my excuse.
Shaking his head, he stated, "I think it's more important to do the things that make you happy. Life is short. Trust me. I know." He picked up his cup and sipped his coffee slowly, never taking his eyes off of me. I looked into those green pools, sadly regretting my lack of discretion.
He can't possibly understand. I do love music and I love Garrett and the guys, but I have to be able to make it on my own.
The next thirty minutes were spent arguing back and forth about my decision to leave the band. I couldn't tell him that I needed my family to respect me and treat me like an adult. I didn't want him to know that they currently didn't. I argued that there was too much competition in the music world. It was more practical to aim lower by simply working a profession I knew I could earn a living in. In the end, we decided that we would simply agree to disagree for now. I made him promise to not breathe a word of this to anyone, especially Alice.
When the cookies were gone, the coffee drained and the conversation at a lull, I asked, "So, do I get a tour of the upstairs?"
Edward bit down on his lower lip and smiled, "Sure. Just leave the dishes. I'll get them later." He stood and walked toward the staircase. I followed close behind.
As we climbed the winding stairs, I used the opportunity to watch his ass swivel in those skinny jeans. It took every bit of self-control to keep from reaching up and grabbing it with both hands. I licked my lips and sighed quietly.
Jeez, what a luscious ass.
Edward opened the door at the top of the stairs and held it for me to walk through first. He flipped a light switch as he entered and my mouth fell open. Looking around me, I felt as though I'd stepped into another century. The large open space was filled with antiques; even the knick knacks on the shelves looked old. The drapes on the windows were heavy dark brocade. To the left was a small kitchenette. The cherry cabinets had leaded glass on the doors and the countertops were a mosaic tile. The only modern items seemed to be the appliances which gleamed under the lights.
Against the far wall was a large brass bed with a nightstand that held a brass lamp. Like a moth to a flame, I walked over to it and sat down on the edge. Edward watched curiously from the doorway. I smiled at him and patted the spot next to me. He pushed the door closed with his foot and then walked over never taking his eyes off of me.
"Interesting choice in furniture," I said, as he sat down next to me. Closing my eyes, I breathed in his fragrance. I reached for his hand and threaded my fingers through his. It was soft and warm. Smiling at him, I squeezed it gently. I saw him shiver.
I love how he responds to my touch.
"It was my grandmother's. She lived here for a while after my grandfather passed away," he explained, staring down at our clasped hands. I stared at his mouth as he spoke. He reached up with his other hand and ran it through his hair.
"And you loved the furniture so much you decided to keep it when you moved in?" I prompted, raising an eyebrow in amusement. I picked up our hands and experimentally started placing light kisses on each of his fingers. I watched him carefully for a reaction.
Let's see what you do, darlin'.
He gasped at the sensation. His eyes shot up to meet mine and his cheeks blossomed to a warm pink.
Ah, how I love that blush!
"N-no. I-I didn't mean to live here this long. It was suppose to be temporary," he stammered, still staring at me and gently trying to pull his hand away.
Oh no you don't.
I wasn't letting go. Instead I reached up with my other hand and wrapped it around the back of his neck pulling his face close to me. We were only inches apart when I whispered, "Is this okay?"
He seemed a little frightened, but he nodded slowly. I pulled him closer and brushed my lips against his. They were soft and smooth. Sighing as though relieved, he closed his eyes and relaxed a little. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
I'm not gonna bite. I just wanna nibble on you a bit.
I moved from his lips to the corners of his mouth, kissing each side lightly, then to his eyes, then up his jaw line nibbling slowly along its sharp edge, enjoying the feel of the soft scruff on my lips. The sensation was as wonderful as I had imagined. When I reached his earlobe, I sucked it into my mouth and let my tongue play with it, relishing its softness.
His breath hitched and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. When I pulled away slightly to look at him, he crashed his lips against mine and squeezed me tightly. I groaned and opened my mouth allowing him to deepen this kiss. He wasted no time in plunging his tongue in, tangling with my own, tasting and humming with delight.
I was swept away by the faint taste of coffee and his scent. I wanted to devour him. I needed more. I pulled my hand away from his and pressed it against his abdomen slowly moving it up and down, exploring his well-defined muscles through his thin tee shirt. The fingertips of my other hand twisted the ends of the silky strands of hair on the nape of his neck. He reacted by moving one of his hands slowly down my lower back, massaging it around and around in light circles. Our kissing became sloppy and more demanding as we became more and more aroused with need.
More. I want more. Does he?
After a several minutes, we had to break apart to get some air. I pressed my forehead against his and closed my eyes.
"Edward," I uttered, breathlessly, "I need to touch your skin. May I touch you please?"
I pulled up on his shirt and he raised his arms up to let me yank it off. Sitting back, I let my eyes feast on him. His skin was glorious with only a thin patch of light brown hair in the center of his chest. His neck glistened with perspiration, and his rosy pink nipples were peaked and hard little nubs. I reached over and palmed them roughly with my hands. He threw his head back and swallowed convulsively. Leaning over, I sucked on his Adam's apple and bit down lightly.
I've been dying to do that all day.
He moaned and shuddered. Bringing his head back up, his eyes bored into me lustily. He reached for my shirt hem and pulled up on it. I raised my arms to let him tug it off and we immediately pressed our chests together, igniting flames of passion. A shiver ran down my spine, and the hairs on my arm stood up.
Fuck, he feels amazing.
"Jasper," Edward breathed, digging his fingers into my back.
Our hands began frantically exploring and memorizing every part of our skin, taking in every sensation. Eventually, I pressed him back until he was lying on the mattress. He complied, turning and pushing himself up backwards until his head was resting on the pillows. I kicked off my flip flops, crawled up and laid myself on top of him. I could feel his prominent erection pressing against my thigh. My own was throbbing and I couldn't stop myself from thrusting against his hip for some relief.
We spent the next several minutes dry humping and making out. He was panting heavily, meeting each of my thrusts with vigor. I could feel the muscles in my lower abdomen tightening. I knew this was not what I wanted for our first time. My fingertips slowly drifted down his stomach. When they reached the waistband of his jeans, I let my forefinger slip underneath. Edward suddenly stopped moving and pushed my hand away.
"Jasper," he gasped, "I-I don't know… I haven't…in a long time."
He turned his face away from me, biting his lip. He looked embarrassed. I took a deep breath and pulled my hand up to his face. With my forefinger and thumb, I pulled his chin back toward me so I could look him in the eyes. My cock throbbed in protest.
Damn it!
"It's okay, darlin'," I lied, smiling and trying to reassure him. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do."
Edward sighed in exasperation, "But I do. I want to. Believe me. I really want to. It's just…it's just been a long time for me. I'm not sure I can last very long. It…it won't be good for you."
That's what he's worried about? He's thinks it won't be good for me?
"Baby, anything we do will be good for me," I assured him. "I want you so much." I kissed the tip of his nose and reached down again to press my hand against his erection.
"Oh shit," he groaned, closing his eyes and arching his back. "That feels so good."
"I know, but I can make it feel even better if you'll let me," I promised. Before he could answer, I moved my hand to the button on his jeans, pausing as I looked into his darkened eyes.
"Y-yes," he replied weakly to my unspoken question.
I made quick work of the button and zipper, folding back the flaps of the opening. Slipping my hand under his boxer briefs, I grasped his swollen cock and squeezed it gently. The skin on the shaft was hot and smooth. I stroked it slowly, moving the foreskin back and forth, spreading the moisture that was leaking from the slit. He tried to thrust up into my hand, but the weight of my body kept him from moving too much.
"J-Jasper," he begged. "Please…let me touch you too."
Fuck yeah!
Sitting back on my heels, I quickly unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, freeing my cock. Long and thick with need, it bounced out impatiently pointing straight to Edward. I pulled off my shorts and tossed them on the floor. I was glad that I hadn't bothered with underwear today. Next, I reached for his jeans and briefs and tugged them down. He lifted his hips to allow me to pull them off. I tossed them along with his chucks into a pile on the floor.
If I thought Edward looked like a Greek deity with his clothes on, I was completely stunned seeing him bare. Nothing in my experience could compare with this. His cheeks were flushed and he was panting, staring at me with lust-filled eyes. His cock was not as thick as mine, but it was long, straight and beautiful lying on a bed of trimmed light brown curls. His sac was shaved clean and the pink tip of his penis peeked out seductively from its foreskin, glistening with copious amounts of precum. I stretched out my forefinger and touched it lightly, picking up a few drops of his nectar and bringing it to my lips.
Just as I thought. Delicious.
He watched me suck my finger into my mouth and his eyes rolled back before they closed. I dropped my body back down on him, bringing my mouth to one of his pebbled nipples, swirling my tongue around it and sucking. With my thumb and forefinger, I squeezed and twisted the other nipple gently. Edward was gasping and writhing beneath me. I felt him opening his legs further as he ran his fingers through my hair.
I moved back up and began kissing him again. I could never get enough of his flavor. My hands went to his biceps, squeezing them. His hands were on my ass, holding me tightly against him. He pulled his knees up and placed his feet on the mattress on either side of me. This allowed me to bear down more on his groin and I heard him moan appreciatively. Our cocks, slick with precum, were trapped between our stomachs as we began thrusting, allowing them to slide against each other. The sensation was sublime.
After a few minutes, I began to move further down his body. I needed to taste this boy again. I kissed and licked my way down his jaw and neck. I paused when I reached his nipples, giving them each more attention with languid licks and soft bites. Edward continued to writhe and moan, tangling his fingers and pulling on my hair. I slowly ran my tongue along the depression down the center of his abdomen, dipping it into his navel and swirling it around.
"Ugh, Jasper!" he cried out. I looked up and saw him staring at me through heavy-lidded eyes silently begging me to continue.
Smiling, I continued licking my way along the soft hair leading to the place we both wanted me to be. I breathed in deeply, delighting in the scent of his musky arousal. His cock was stiff and swollen, the head almost purple. I could see the thick vein pulsing on the underside. I ran my nose down his shaft and along the center of his heavy sac, eliciting a stuttered whimper.
Those noises are making me crazy.
After kissing my way to the crease between his left thigh and groin, I bit down gently. Edward tried to thrust upward, but I held his hips down with my hands. I continued to kiss my way up his firm thigh to the sensitive underside of his bent knee. When I reached the knee, I paused and pulled back to look at my lover. He mouth was slightly open and he was panting. His darkened green eyes were fixed on me and his cheeks were flushed deliciously.
I moved to the other knee and began slowly kissing my way down from its underside to the crease between his thigh and groin. As I neared his cock, I could see his stomach muscles contracting and his thighs quiver.
"Jasper, please," he begged, pulling on my hair.
Nearly there, babe.
My neglected cock was throbbing. so I began grinding against the mattress for relief. I opened my mouth and sucked in one of his balls, pulling lightly on the wrinkled sac, relishing the sensation in my mouth. Letting it go, I lavished attention on the other testicle, sucking and swirling my tongue around it. I let it drop out of my mouth and then gave his sac a reverent kiss.
I looked up at Edward. His eyes were shut tightly and he had taken one hand off of my head and was running it up and down his torso.
So fucking hot.
I licked my way up his length and then sucked just the head into my mouth, running my tongue around and under the foreskin pushing it back. Edward cried out and tried wriggling under my firm grip. I dipped my tongue into the slit savoring the taste.
"Jasper, Jasper, Jasper," he chanted.
I opened my mouth wide engulfing his cock down to its base. Edward moved his hands to either side of my head and pressed. I sucked hard as I pulled up on his shaft, pausing to swirl my tongue over the head before I dropped back down to the base again and swallowed. He gasped in ecstasy as I repeated my actions, moving up and down faster and faster.
He was right. It didn't take long before he reached his climax. A few minutes more bobbing up and down his length and he was crying out, releasing his salty essence into my mouth. I sucked hard swallowing it greedily, not wasting a drop. When I felt him softening, I released him and crawled back up pushing my tongue into his mouth. He hummed his appreciation when he tasted himself.
His eyes were closed and his face was flushed with beads of perspiration decorating his forehead and upper lip. His hairline was soaked, lying in clumps, and he was panting heavily with his mouth partly open. I had never seen anything more beautiful than post-coital Edward.
I lay down next to him with my head on his shoulder, wrapping my arm over his chest and my leg over his thighs. I could feel his heart pounding, echoing my own. When we had both calmed down a bit, I pulled up on my elbow and ran my eyes up and down his body, admiring every curve and line. I moved a stray lock of wet hair out of his eyes.
"You're so beautiful," I said, kissing his swollen lips gently.
He smiled, "Thank you. That was…I-I don't even have words to describe it." He wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me down for another kiss. I opened my mouth to allow him to push his tongue in and explore. My fingertips glided down his abs to his thigh which I firmly gripped in my hand. I pressed my erection hard against his hip to relieve some of the pressure I was feeling.
He got the hint and reached down to touch me.
Oh hell, that feels good.
"Your turn," he said, as he wrapped his hand around my cock and started stroking me.
My heart began to beat faster.
"Jesus, yesssss…," I hissed.
We continued to kiss. I pulled him up so that we were lying on our sides facing each other. I ran my hand down his smooth back to the lovely mounds of his ass. As he squeezed and stroked me, my fingers slipped into his crack and slid down until I felt that sweet puckered spot. I began teasing it by pressing against it and running the tip of my forefinger around it.
"Oh Jas…" he breathed.
"Does that feel good, baby?" I whispered.
He didn't answer but threw his head back and moaned. He was pumping me faster and I was beginning to feel a tightness in the lower part of my belly.
Fuck.
"Edward," I groaned. "I'm going to come."
He yanked his hand away from me. "N-no," he panted. "Not this way."
I whimpered in confusion. "Wh-wh-what?" I wheezed.
"Not this way," he repeated, breathing heavily. "I need you. I need you inside me."
"Are you sure?" I asked. I didn't want him to regret anything we did.
Edward bit his lower lip and then ran his tongue seductively along the bottom. He nodded and then rolled on to his stomach opening his legs and giving me complete access.
I sat up on my heels, too stunned to say anything at first. He turned his head to look up at me.
"Please Jasper," he said softly.
"Tell me you have condoms and lube," I said, realizing suddenly that I had none with me.
"In the drawer," he motioned at the nightstand.
Thank fuck.
I reached over and opened the drawer, blindly digging around until I found what I was looking for. I dropped the foil packet next to us on the bed. Wrapping my arms under his waist, I guided him up until he was on all fours. He turned his head to look at me.
So beautiful.
Not one to waste time, I grabbed the lube and poured a generous amount on my hand and dribbled some down his crack. I rubbed my hands together to warm up the lube before I took his semi-hard cock into one, stroking it up and down while I used the forefinger of my other hand to gently press against the sensitive tissue of his entrance.
"Fuuuuuck…" He gasped, as I breached his tight ring of muscles. I felt him clench around my finger.
Oh we will, darlin'. We will.
I slowly began pumping my finger in and out using the same rhythm to stroke his cock. As his muscles relaxed, I pumped faster and faster. Minutes later I added a second finger.
He winced and clenched, but I successfully distracted him from the pain by stroking his cock faster. A couple of minutes later, he had relaxed enough for me to continue finger-fucking him. When, my fingertips glided over his prostate, he cried out, arching his back and pushing his hips up wantonly.
"One more, baby," I warned as I pushed in a third finger. He gasped and I stilled for a minute until he relaxed. I leaned down and kissed the back of his neck as I started to pump my fingers again. Within a few minutes, he was pushing up again.
"Now, Jasper," he panted. "Please…"
I pulled out my fingers and heard him whimper. Grabbing the condom, I quickly tore off the foil and rolled it down my throbbing length. I trickled some lube on to my cock and gave myself a few firm strokes before settling on my heels behind him. Using my knees, I pushed his legs further apart to give me more access.
Putting one hand on his shoulder for balance, I grasped my cock with my other and placed it at his entrance. Using all of my restraint, I slowly began to push into him. When I had breached his ring of muscle with just the head of my cock, I paused.
"Tell me if I'm going too fast," I uttered. He nodded. His head was hanging down touching the pillow.
So fucking tight!
It had been a while for me too. His hole was so hot and so tight, it took every bit of concentration to not just thrust into him the way I wanted to. Slowly, bit by bit, I pushed my way in. I could feel sweat dripping down the sides of my face and onto my shoulders and his back. At last, I could feel that I was fully seated inside him. Now I waited for him to adjust to me.
It didn't take too long before he turned his head and gave me a small crooked smile. Without saying a word, he pushed back against me to let me know he was ready. I bent over and kissed him on the lips.
"Are you okay?" I asked, unsure.
"Yeah. I'm more than okay," he assured me.
I began to move slowly in and out, taking care not to hurt him. For a while all that could be heard was our mutual gasps and groans. The air was thick with the heady fragrance of sex. Edward's cock, which had fallen limp during my initial penetration, was now hard again. It was forming a small pool of precum on the bedspread below.
"More," he gasped, "Faster…harder."
I sat back on my heels, pulling him up with me until he was sitting on my lap with his back pressed against my chest. I lifted his hips and began thrusting hard and fast until I was literally pounding into him. Edward took his cock into his hand and began pumping it in time to my thrusts.
"That's right. Touch yourself. Oh baby, that is so fucking hot!" I exclaimed. "I'm so close now. How are you doing?"
"C-c-close," he stammered, breathlessly.
"Then come for me, darlin'," I pleaded.
He grunted and then screamed out a string of expletives. Streams of white cum spurted from his cock and painted the bedspread. His muscles clenched down on me hard, sending me into my own form of oblivion.
"Oh, fuck!" I screamed biting down on his shoulder while my cock pulsed and emptied into the condom deep inside him. We both collapsed on to the messy bedspread and laid there reveling in utter bliss.
After several minutes, I felt my cock softening. Holding on to the condom, I gently pulled out. Edward sighed. I took the condom off and tied the end.
"That was amazing." Edward chuckled softly, turning his body around to face me.
"You're amazing," I whispered, smiling at him. I looked at the bite mark I made on his shoulder. The impressions of my teeth were clearly visible. Though the skin was not broken, he was definitely going to have a bruise. "I'm sorry I bit you."
"You did?" he asked, surprised. He turned his head to see the mark and then grinned. "I didn't even feel it."
Damn, he's adorable.
"Where's your bathroom?" I asked, looking around.
"Over there," he said pointing to a closed door several feet away.
I kissed his forehead. "I'll be back," I promised and rolled out of the bed carrying the used condom so I could dispose of it.
I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when I entered the bathroom. Everything looked very old. The counter was a mosaic tile similar to the kitchen; the toilet was very utilitarian with no lid and a tank that was several feet above the bowl; but it was the bathtub that piqued my interest. It was a claw footed tub that looked large enough for two. I could just imagine what kinds of fun Edward and I could have in there.
I dropped the used condom in the trash can and opened the wall cabinet. Several fluffy white towels were folded and stacked neatly inside. I took down a washcloth and wet it with hot water from the sink. After I wrung it out, I took it back into the room to get my boy cleaned up.
I gently and thoroughly wiped the cum and extra lube off his body and the bedspread, threw the washcloth on the floor and pulled the covers back for us.
"Thank you," he murmured, kissing me. We climbed in and spooned our bodies with him on the inside and me on the outside. I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my face into the back of his neck breathing in deeply. It had started raining outside and I could hear the pitter-patter of the raindrops hitting the roof. Everything felt so right for once. We both yawned simultaneously and within a few minutes fell into a blissful slumber.
I was a little confused when I opened my eyes again. I didn't know where I was at first. Then it all came back to me.
Edward.
The sheets next to me were cold. Edward was no longer in the bed and I sat up to look around. The light in the kitchen was on and I could see him moving around. There was a savory aroma of garlic in the air and my stomach began to growl unhappily. Looking at my watch, I noticed it was 6:30.
"Edward?" I called.
"In here," he answered. "Are you hungry? My mom brought over some lasagna and I'm heating it up."
"Sounds great," I said, getting out of bed. I picked up my clothes and flip flops and put them on before wandering over to the kitchen. Edward was busy chopping vegetables for a salad, wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. My cock twitched appreciatively.
Fuck! What that boy does to me.
I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. I noticed the bite mark on his shoulder as I rested my head next to it.
I didn't mean to mark him, but it looks really hot.
"Need any help?" I murmured.
He turned his head and I gave him a quick peck on the lips. He smiled at me sweetly.
"You can set the table," he suggested. "Dishes are in the cabinet and flatware is in the drawer," he added, pointing them out.
He brought the bowl to the table and said, "I'll be right back. I'm gonna put some clothes on."
"Don't do that on my account," I commented.
He chortled and turned to walk back to the bed, wiggling his ass the entire way.
Half an hour later, we had devoured half a pan of lasagna, a large bowl of salad and two beers each. I sat back in my chair and sighed in contentment.
"Your mother's a great cook," I told him, patting my stomach. "Does she cook for you often?"
"Not nearly enough," he chuckled. "But she's taught me a little. I can get by on my own."
"So what made you get into the coffee shop business?" I asked, conversationally. I wanted to know more about him.
Edward sighed and looked at me sadly. "Like I told you, this place used to belong to my grandmother. When she died, Mom and Aunt Emily, Alice's mom, inherited it. Since Aunt Emily lives so far away, she sold her share to my mom. Anyway, after Riley died, I didn't want to keep living in our apartment. There were too many memories. I didn't want to move home and I didn't want to go back to school either. In fact, I was a bit lost." He paused and looked away. I got the feeling he decided not to elaborate. "Mom and Dad offered this place to me rent free and helped me open up the coffee shop. It was a way to keep me busy and get my mind off of what had happened."
"Did it help?" I asked.
"Yeah, a bit. It was really only supposed to be for a year, but I've really enjoyed doing it and I'm not ready to go back to school." Edward stood up and collected our plates to take to the sink. I followed him carrying in the leftovers and glasses.
"Did they ever catch the guys that attacked you?" I asked him as he started rinsing the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher.
He looked up at me and shook his head. "No. I can't remember what they looked like. I just remember that there were two of them. The police couldn't find any other witnesses."
Fuck! Why'd I have to bring all this up?
"I'm sorry, Edward," I apologized. "That was none of my business. I shouldn't have brought it up."
He shrugged and continued to load the dishwasher. I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. I needed some space.
"I've got to head out now. I'm surprised Garrett hasn't been calling. I'm supposed to load our stuff up into my truck and haul it over to the club by nine. You're coming tonight, right?" I suddenly worried that he might consider this a one-time hookup. I really wanted to see him again.
He closed the dishwasher and wiped his hands on a dish towel. He took a moment to consider his answer and replied, "I wasn't planning on it, but if you want me to be there, I will."
I broke into a wide grin. "I definitely want you to be there."
He smiled and leaned over to peck me on the lips. I wasn't having that, though. I needed more contact. I pulled him to me and hugged him tightly. I deepened the kiss and heard his soft moan.
That's better.
"I'll see you tonight, darlin'," I said, winking at him. We held hands as we walked down the stairs and to the front door. He opened the door and we kissed again and said our good-byes. I saw him watching from the window as I climbed into my truck and started the engine. I waved to him and pulled out my cell to call Garrett.
"Hello," answered an unfamiliar female voice. At first I thought I had dialed the wrong number, but checking my phone, I saw that the number was correct.
"Is…is Garrett around?" I asked warily.
"Hi Jazzy!" She exclaimed. "He's in the shower. Wanna leave a message?"
"Alice?"
What is she still doing there?
"The one and only," she announced proudly.
"Will you tell him that I'm on the way back?" I asked, curiosity burning in my mind.
"Sure thing," she replied.
"Thanks. See ya." As I hung up I suddenly put two and two together.
Garrett, you devil, you.
I drove off with a huge smile plastered on my face.
I flipped on the radio and heard the voice of Elton John singing "Your Song". I couldn't help but laugh out loud as I joined him.
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on
So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I've put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
He's right. Life might just be fucking wonderful.