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L'Enchanteresse Vocale

Chapter 3:

"Music is an outburst of the soul."
― Frederick Delius

So here I am, lying in bed jerking off, AGAIN.

And to no other than Isabella Marie fucking Swan's video.

Bells is not the prettiest girl I've ever met. She's not drop-dead gorgeous, nor is she the most feminine creature to ever grace the earth. She has a fresh-looking face, a decent, above-average body always covered in tees and jackets and pullovers, long, brown and wavy hair, porcelain-like skin, hot, cock-teasing lips with a sassy attitude and the most sultry, sexy voice.

I sound like I'm fucking in love, don't I.

Fucking pussy.

The first time I met Bella was three weeks before I finally asked her to sing for me.

I was practicing my guitar at one of the benches near Drumheller fountain. I don't usually practice there, but Rose had wanted to meet me that afternoon to "catch-up" and have lunch.

Rose, or Rosalie Lillian Hale, is my sister, six years older than I am, which makes her 28. Fucking old hag and her loud-mouth fiancé Emmett McCarty are getting married next month, and I have no choice but to be her motherfucking best man. Suits and I just don't match. Fuck. Anyway, she's a gynecologist at UW Medical Centre, and she's snobby as shit. She must be a really good fuck for McCarty to want to marry her.

I adore my sister though, no matter. Being a younger brother always has its benefits – take my guitar (which I named Baby), for example. It's a gift from Rose after I graduated high school, and it's a fucking vintage. An original 1939 Martin 000-42 acoustic - the very one owned by Eric Clapton. I did a research after that and found out that it was auctioned off to the highest bidder at almost 800k. I owe my sister my fucking life.

So anyway, while I was waiting for Rose, I heard a soft voice singing, and looked in her direction. Truth is, I wasn't mesmerized at first (I wouldn't have guessed she was female if not for her voice and a few tendrils of brown hair which didn't get covered by her hoodie.), but when she got to the bridge and started belting out loud, a habit which I'm sure she wasn't aware of, I swear it was the sexiest, most unpretentious voice I've ever heard. I started strumming, pretending that she was singing along to my guitar accompaniment.

I never had stalker tendencies before. In fact, I was always the one being stalked. Okay maybe just once.

It was two years back when I was still a sophomore. It all started at UWMC's emergency department. I had tripped earlier that day and sprained my ankle, so I went there to get it checked.

To cut the long story short, this tiny girl who I think was barely 16 bumped into me and instead of apologizing, clung onto my and kept calling me her "Prince Charming". Freak. Teenage girls are so fucking annoying and giggly and shit. I managed to pry her off that time, but lo and behold, SHE FUCKING FOUND ME IN SCHOOL.

She would just hide behind pillars and stalk on me. Seriously freaky. It went on for months until it just suddenly stopped one day. I don't know why or how but you bet I'm fucking glad. I was so freaked out I even checked my apartment for pinhole cameras and shit. Fucking trauma of my life.

But hey, guess what? I started stalking this brown-haired singing goddess that day onwards. The minute I whipped out my cell and started recording, I felt like a freak. I don't even feel like a freak jerking off to porn, but now here I am, breaking out in cold sweat and feeling nauseous just recording this girl.

The vocals weren't clear, since she was quite a distance away, but I still managed to jerk off to the video every night for the rest of the week.

The next time I saw her was a week later. Same day, same spot. I'd camped there on purpose, of course, and seeing her there… My dick just sprang to life. That day she sang The Script's The Man Who Can't Be Moved. You bet.

So for the next few weeks, I just waited and stalked and recorded and jerked off to her videos like the freak I am.

On the third week, though, I couldn't stand it any longer. SHE WAS SINGING ONE OF MY FAVORITE SONGS GODDAMMIT. I sucked in my breath as she belted out the chorus of Train's Drops of Jupiter, goosebumps breaking out all over my body, dick standing at attention. Bracing myself, I draped my guitar behind me, whipped out my cell and as I walked towards the goddess, I filmed, no longer fearing that she may find out. She was so engrossed, however, that she didn't notice me coming, which was a relief, of course. I didn't want to have to explain myself. I stopped recording after the bridge, and hesitantly tapped her on her shoulder. Trust me, I was fucking shaking like a pansy.

She looked up, pissed, but her eyes quickly glazed over and then the anger was gone. Huh. I knew that look. She thinks I'm hot. And that got me nervous. I was seldom, if not never, nervous. What this woman did to me. And so I stuttered and stammered like a twit. When she replied, "SURE. Your place or mine?", my cock fucking twitched. But as much as I wanted to fuck her senseless there and then, I needed to hear her sing. For me.

Marie Whitlock was born that day – a combination of both our middle names – since she "didn't want to make a name for herself".

That night, I jerked off with the most mind-blowing orgasm a hand could give. One that made my knees weak.

Isabella Marie Swan has become my Achilles' heel. Quickly but surely, I was falling for her.

The first time we had sex was after a MGMT's Electric Feel cover. Bell's fuck-hot voice made my dick grow harder and harder every time she sang "shock me like an electric feel", and by the time we were done with the recording both of us were all flushed and hot and bothered.

Mind you, it was still recording.

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"Fuck it." Jasper cursed and in crashed his lips onto Bella's soft, inviting lips. She only took a second to recover from her initial shock, and returned the kiss with equal fervor. Bella's hands raked and tugged at Jasper's hair, sending waves and waves of pleasure to his dick.

This was really fucking happening, he had thought as his hands explored her curves.

With the force of his hips, Jasper pushed Bella down onto her bed and just as she opened her mouth to let out a surprised shriek, Jasper dove his tongue into her mouth. Bella moaned in response and their hot, wet tongues explored each other in frenzy. He was so hard it was getting uncomfortable. He ground himself into her jeans-clad core and Bella whimpered as she thrust back, giving him permission to proceed.

They were sharing breaths now, and Jasper couldn't help but relish in the intimacy of breathing in the air B had just breathed deep into his lungs. Breaking the kiss, he licked Bella at the base of her throat.

"God, Jazz." Bella gasped as he sucked on the tender skin between her clavicles. The sounds she made were so fucking hot that he groaned. This was the woman whose image he jerked off to every night, and he couldn't believe his luck that this was really happening.

Jasper's thoughts were interrupted when Bella suddenly grasped his shaft through his pants. Groaning, he thrust into her hand while his own found its way to the button on her jeans and flipped it open.

The tension was building, and he didn't want to cum, not in his pant. So with much regret he pried Bella's hand off his shaft and started undoing his own pants and tugged it off, leaving him in only a pair of boxers. Just as quickly, he yanked his shirt off, revealing a firm and somewhat tanned body of tight, defined muscles.

Bella licked her lower lip, and he reveled in the fact that Bella had liked what she saw. With trembling hands, Bella reached out and, very gently, traced his body – from his chest down to his abs, and then to the V leading to his shaft. Jasper's heart soared when she let out a wistful sigh.

Jasper grabbed her roaming hands halting her ministration and slowly caressed up her wrist, her arms, her shoulders, down to the sides of her breasts, her waist, the base of her tee… and stopped, suddenly unsure.

Is this ok? Is this… really ok? Are we overstepping the boundaries? Will this… Ruin everything? He had thought.

Just as he was about to tell Bella that maybe this was a bad idea, she spoke up. "Jazz. Don't be a pussy. Do it. Take it off. Or I will rape you."

Jasper smirked. Throwing his doubts aside, with a swift tug he yanked Bella's top off, and drew a sharp breath. No fucking bra.

"Fuck, Bella." He gawked at her perfect, perky tits. So fucking beautiful.

"Fuck." Before he could spit any more profanities, Bella grabbed his hands and brought them to her tits. Soft. So fucking Soft. He fondled them, and bending down, took a taut nipple in his mouth, eliciting a moan from his goddess, all the while pinching and tugging the other nipple with his finger.

"Unghh… Jazz… Please…" Bella's moans shot all the way down to his dick, and, needing friction, he ground himself against her thigh. "Take it off. Unghh.. Take. It. Off."

Unsure of whether she was referring to her own jeans or his boxers, he released his mouth from her nipple and proceeded to take her jeans off first.

Lo and behold, he was rewarded by the sight of Bella's glistening core. "Bells! Fuck! You were going commando?! Fuck!"

Without waiting for her response, he bent down and flicked his tongue over her clit.

"AHHH! JAZZ! Oh God!" Bella exclaimed and arched her back, digging into and grabbing her sheets. "Oh God, oh god." Bella he whimpered as Jasper lapped at her folds, sucking and biting on her clit as she thrashed around under his ministrations.

"Oh yes. Oh. Oh. Jazz. Oh god, Oh god… I'm… Ahhhhh!..." Bella's body convulsed as orgasm ripped through her body.

Without giving her time to recover, Jasper pulled his boxers off and situated his leaking head at her entrance. "Bells, please tell me you're on the pill."

Bella nodded, and without that much of a second thought, J plunged deep into her.

"CHRIST! FUCK! URNGH! SO TIGHT, SO TIGHT." He gasped as Bella moaned and whimpered. "D-did I hurt you, Bells?" he asked, sweeping her hair from her face and planting a kiss on her forehead.

With eyes closed, Bella shook her head. "Move, Jazz. P-Please."

She didn't have to ask twice. Slowly, gently, Jasper started sliding in and out of her tight, hot pussy, rolling his eyes back at the overwhelming sensation coursing through his body. He wouldn't be able to last long. This was so good. So fucking good. Bella was perfect. Even better than he'd imagined.

"F-Faster, please. Fuck me, Jazz. Fuck me hard."

And that was all it took. With a feral of an animal, Jasper withdrew and started pounded into her, driving both of them into oblivion. The sound of the slapping of their skin was so erotic. Over and over he thrust his hard member into Bella as she whined and gasped and moaned. He was on the edge. He couldn't take it any longer. Sneaking his hand in between their joined bodies, Jasper rubbed her clit while the other pinched her nipple.

"Oh, oh, oh! YES! GOD, AH! SO GOOD! SO GOOD! FUCK! YES! YES! AHH! JAAAZZZ!" Bella's walls clamped around him as she convulsed and rode out her release. With one last thrust Jasper cried out as he spilled his release into his goddess.

Taking her nipple into his mouth, he gave it one last tug and lick and withdrew his semi-hard cock from her pulsating pussy. Jasper's lips found hers as they shared a chaste kiss and he gathered her in his arms, nibbling on her ear.

"Sleep now. We'll talk later." He murmured as they both fell into a deep slumber.

We didn't get to talk the next day, though. Bells was late for her class and I had to help her clean up the room while she prepared herself. Nor did we have the chance to talk afterwards when we met again that night, for once I appeared at her dorm Bells had pounced on me and started another round of mind-blowing sex.

I knew we were not exclusive. Bells still talks about finding her fucking "Mr. Darcy" once in a while.

But for now, she's mine. And I will do anything and everything to prove to her that if she allowed, I will be her Mr. Darcy as she my Elizabeth.

Because I'm Jasper Whitlock Hale, fuckers.

Lyla: Omg I hope that was ok. I've never written sex-scenes before. REVIEW PLEASE… Thank you :D