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Song: I'm So Sick - Flyleaf

Chapter 3: In His Hands

BPOV

Jasper pulled me inside and I followed him up the stairs to a second door.

Stepping inside, I was momentarily distracted. We were in a large living room, with stripped pine floors and white walls. Glass shelves full of a dizzying array of books surrounded the room, which admittedly surprised me, as I hadn't thought a bartender would be much of a reader.

It was becoming obvious that there was a lot I didn't know about Jasper Whitlock, but that only made him more desirable in my eyes.

An enormous TV was bracketed to the wall in front of a long white sofa, made of some sort of soft white fabric. A few carefully chosen vases and ornaments in chrome and black were littered around, and there was a shiny chrome and glass coffee table in front of the sofa. Some kind of fancy red rug lay on the floor. It was a real bachelor pad, and I felt almost embarrassed at how juvenile my own room looked in comparison. Jasper's home was the sort of apartment I'd normally be afraid to touch anything in, for fear I'd break something.

Jasper saw my mouth fall open as I gazed around and he grinned widely, running a hand through his dark hair. It flopped back over his face in the most incredibly irresistible way.

Oh my God.

My brain was turning to jelly, and I had the sensation that it was becoming disconnected from my body.

His gaze turned to me, and his eyes locked on mine, deep blue pools of desire. His expression suggested he was fighting something, but I didn't know what it was. The next second, his arms were around me and his hands were all over me, my body bowing against his. He kissed me, first softly and then harder, tasting my mouth incessantly.

"Is this okay with you, darlin'?" he asked suddenly, the endearment slipping like liquid metal from his tongue, and I realised Jasper was asking if I still wanted to do this. No way was I backing out now, this man was already making me feel more aroused than I had been in the longest time.

"Mmm, yes," I could only say. In response, his hand travelled down and slipped between my legs, rubbing me through the fabric of my jeans, creating a delicious friction between the denim and my panties.

I brought my lips to his roughly, and moved my fingers to twist in his dark hair. He seemed surprised at first, but eagerly returned the kiss, grinding his hips against mine so I could feel the tautness of his erection. He allowed me to push him back against the wall, but I was then forcefully flipped round so my back was now against the wall, his hands braced against it on either side of me.

"I get to do that part," he drawled, nipping at my ear, my neck and along my collarbone. I moaned softly as his mouth trailed down to the edge of my tube top, while he kept me pinned against the wall with his arms. He was totally in control. And fuck, it was hot. He broke his hold on me for a second to tug my strapless top down to my waist, revealing my breasts to him.

"Fuck, Bella, you've got great tits," he rasped. A blush coated my cheeks and I was glad he couldn't see it in the half-light of the darkened room. Jasper's lips moved down and swept over my breast. His mouth enveloped my nipple and I felt wetness pooling between my legs as he gently bit down.

I didn't think I'd been this wet in so long. There was just something about Jasper that tapped into my most primal needs, it was like he somehow understood me despite the fact we were practically strangers.

With unsurprising strength he lifted me and carried me to the sofa. I couldn't help running my hands over his tight biceps, marvelling at his muscles.

He must work out a lot.

He set me down on the sofa gently. It felt wonderfully soft and comfortable, but my attention was diverted as Jasper's fingers sought the top button of my jeans and slid the zip down. He pulled at the waistband and I lifted my hips to aid him as he tugged them down. Unfortunately, they got stuck on my Converse shoes before he could pull them off. I let out a tense giggle, and Jasper echoed my laughter as he untied the laces of my shoes and pulled them from my feet, one by one.

As the shoes hit the floor with a thud, Edward came to mind again.

Edward, I miss you.

No. In an instant, my jeans were in a heap on the floor and Jasper's fingers were tracing circles around my swollen bud through the fabric of my panties.

Thank God I actually put on a pair of non-faded, cute panties this morning.

Jasper certainly seemed to appreciate the red lace boy shorts, although I could barely form coherent thoughts as I registered what his fingers were doing to me.

"I like these," he said in a low, seductive voice. "Although I think I might prefer them off..." His voice trailed away and his fingers hooked into my panties and slid them down my legs, discarding them on the floor. He moved in to kiss me and I gasped at the warmth of his mouth on me. His tongue pushed into my mouth, tasting me hungrily and a moan escaped me. I drew back from his kiss briefly, feeling self-concious at being the only naked.

"You've still got all your clothes on," I protested, but Jasper placed a finger on my lips to silence me.

"Patience," he said with a wink, and his tongue traced my lips, long enough for me to realise what he wanted to do. I shuddered with anticipation as I felt him press kisses to my neck, my collarbone, and lower, his warm lips skimming over every inch of my skin. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading them apart, and I fought the urge to clamp them shut.

A hint of moonlight hit us just then, and Jasper frowned. I followed his gaze to the angry red marks that were still visible on my thighs.

Fuck, I forgot about that! He probably thinks I'm a nut job.

He exhaled through his teeth, and just for a second, met my eyes. I blushed, although he probably couldn't see it in the half-light. However, he dropped his gaze and resumed his kisses down my body, shifting his hands so they weren't irritating the scars on my thighs. No point in being embarrassed...I was never going to see him again anyway.

He lifted my legs so they rested on his shoulders. One hand held my thigh tightly, while the other ghosted up my inner thigh, coming to rest at my centre. The pad of his thumb pressed down on my clit, and I whimpered. "Fuck!"

"Didn't think a girl like you would be saying words like this," he murmured against my thigh. "Or be bare." His eyes glinted in triumph and I thanked my lucky stars that I'd kept my spa appointment this week. Keeping myself hair-free there was just plain better – the sensation was ten times enhanced than if I hadn't been. It was a habit I'd gotten into when Edward and I were together and I preferred it that way. "It's fucking hot though, Bella."

At the sound of his voice forming those words, I felt myself become slicker. Jasper circled my clit with his thumb before pushing two of his fingers inside me.

Oh, they feel so good, and...

I gasped at the feeling. But he hadn't finished yet. His fingers twisted inside of me, hitting that intensely pleasurable spot an inch in as his thumb rubbed my clit slowly...too slowly.

I whimpered, and Jasper grinned at me. He kissed my inner thigh gently as his fingers continued to work at me, and laid his tongue against my slit for a brief moment. I could feel his hot breath on me, and I ached to feel his mouth where I wanted it the most. I jolted as he drew back, teasing me, but his other hand held me fast, rendering me incapable of movement. I was not just incapable of movement at this point, but of speech, thought, everything. All I craved at this moment was Jasper's mouth on me, in addition to what his talented fingers were currently doing to me.

With a look of pure lust, Jasper bent his head and licked down my slit, once. I cried out, but this time he didn't stop. His tongue flicked my clit, replacing his thumb, as his fingers began to move in and out of me even faster. This was definitely so different to my inexperienced one night stands.

"Oh, God..." I cried out, arching my back against the sofa.

"You like that, mmm?" he muttered against me, and I felt his words vibrate against my flesh. I merely moaned in reply, and he laughed before his tongue slid between my lips again, sweeping over my soft wetness. Fisting my hands in the sofa fabric, I gripped tightly as knots coiled in me, tightening as his skilled tongue and fingers continued to manipulate me. Heat was spreading over my body, concentrating in the middle of the tightly coiled knots. I knew I was close, I could feel it...

"Shit, I'm so..." I panted, and Jasper knew what I needed. His fingers pumped in and out of me as his tongue swirled over me and he drew my clit between his lips, sucking it furiously. The heat was bubbling up inside me, shimmering over my skin as I screamed and moaned. He bit down on my clit gently as his long fingers curled inside me, and with that, I broke.

I cried out the loudest I had yet as I came, my cries seguing into incoherent moans as I bucked my hips against his face, shuddering against his mouth as he held me fast. The heat within me rose and fell, and just when I thought I was done, Jasper sucked my clit back into his mouth as his fingers began to move within me again. Within a minute, I was gasping and shaking all over again, my inner walls squeezing his fingers as I came a second time.

He planted a kiss on my inner thigh, resting his head there a moment as he waited for me to catch my breath. I panted hard, still trembling in the wake of my orgasms, amazed by what had just transpired. Jasper had given me the best orgasms I'd had in over two years. I'd forgotten what it was like to cum so hard. Jasper shifted his body up, and I tried to sit up, but he held me against the sofa

His lips pressed to my stomach and moved up my torso, sucking my nipple as he went. When he reached my face he pressed his mouth to mine insistently, his tongue sliding into my mouth as if he couldn't get enough of me. I tasted myself, sweet and salty on his mouth, and broke the kiss, ashamed.

"Don't be embarrassed," Jasper told me, his brilliant blue eyes locking on mine. Whenever he did that I had the sense that my body had attained the consistency of a jellyfish, and I could say nothing. "You should get to see how you taste – delicious."

I grasped his hair and pulled his face back to mine, and our mouths hungrily melded. I didn't care that I was all over his face, and frankly, it turned me on like hell to know that he liked the way I tasted down there. I wanted more. I fingered the hem of his t shirt, and he stretched up his arms to help me pull it off.

I let out an unabashed gasp as I saw his bare chest for the first time, the taut muscles of it standing out. Jasper was beautiful.

Un-fucking-believably beautiful.

My hand traced the contours of his right bicep, and I spotted a name carved into his skin with ink. It was small, but noticeable – marked in black ink with a border of twisted green vines, and in the corner, a single white lily.

Ava. I couldn't help but wonder what she'd meant to him to earn a place on his body for all eternity.

He saw the direction of my gaze, and frowned. "Girlfriend from a long time ago – you know what they say, never have anyone's name tattooed on your body," he told me with an easy smile. His words seemed practised, almost too practised, but I let it go. "Youthful mistake."

"Oh, I wasn't looking," I muttered, blushing furiously and glad he couldn't see it in the dark. "Doesn't matter to me."

Wasting no time, he stood up. As he unbuckled his belt and unfastened the zip of his jeans, I forgot about my previous speculation over the origins of his tatt. He pulled down his jeans and boxers in one fell swoop, and his hardness sprang out.

"Wow," fell from my lips before I could stop it, my eyes running over his considerable length. Jasper's mouth twisted into the most devastatingly come-hither smile.

Shit, Bella, what the hell are you saying? He probably thinks you're the biggest dork ever right now...

I stood, my legs unsteady from my orgasm, and reached down to stroke him. He was incredibly hard in my hand. Reaching down to cover my hand, he gently pushed it away.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked tentatively, my eyes narrowing. Jasper smiled widely.

"Quite the opposite," He laughed. "I'm not gonna last if you keep that up, gorgeous." I literally melted at his smooth compliment, and desire burned through me like an inferno.

He flipped his wallet open, pulling out the foil-wrapped packet, and I understood. I expected Jasper to lead us towards the bedroom, but apparently he had other ideas.

Taking my hand, he led me over the opposite side of the room, back to the wall. I pulled his face towards me, kissing him savagely as I knotted my fingers in his hair. I sucked his bottom lip between my teeth and bit down gently, pleased at the strangled gasp he let out at this. His erection pressed into my stomach insistently, and I couldn't wait to feel it inside me. His fingers probed my wetness, spreading my lips apart and I moaned again as his fingers delved inside me.

"You're ready for me, mm?" he murmured in my ear, nipping at the lobe with his teeth.

I could only nod, my breaths coming quick and fast as I waited for him. I heard the tearing of foil and the snap of rubber as he slid the condom on. My hands were lifted and splayed out flat against the wall as he picked me up, pressing my back firmly to the wall so I was braced against it. I curled one leg around his waist, and he shifted his hips so he was holding me fast. I added the other leg, and felt his cock pressing against my soaking wet centre.

One movement. That was all it would take...

Jasper's eyes locked on mine. "You're fucking beautiful, Bella Swan."

I blinked helplessly, pinned against the wall with my legs wrapped round his waist, unable to even form a sentence while Jasper's Whitlock's piercing eyes were boring into mine, and his cock was nudging at my entrance.

His hand reached down between our bodies and guided himself to my opening. Shifting slightly, I dropped my body, and suddenly the whole length of him impaled me. His lips were on mine almost immediately, and we gasped into each other's mouths at the intensity of the feeling. This felt unbelievably fucking good. Far better than it had with those other boys who'd barely been able to make me wet, and then shoved themselves inside me with no regard for my own pleasure.

Jasper's lips pressed to the skin of my neck and collarbone as he tipped his hips upwards, thrusting into me. His thrusts were quick and deep, and each time he sunk into me, my hips were at the perfect angle for the base of his cock to graze my swollen clit.

"Oh, shit," I cried out, for I couldn't remember when I'd last felt this good. My body was spread out wide against the wall as I ground my hips into his, our bodies making a wet sound as they met. One of his hands skimmed over my breasts, teasing the nipples to sharp points as his other hand gripped my thigh for leverage, pressing me harder into the wall.

My God. Jasper Whitlock was fucking me like I'd never imagined. It was amazing.

I sighed a guttural moan into his neck as his hips slammed into me repeatedly, allowing me no respite from the intense pleasure that was building up inside me again. My third orgasm of the night was on its way...

My fingernails dug into his back, clawing hard enough to hurt, but Jasper didn't seem to mind. He grunted, and kissed me again as he withdrew almost to the point of sliding out. His tongue slipped between my lips with urgency as he pushed himself back inside me, and I moaned into his warm mouth.

I dug my heels into his ass, insinuating for him to fuck me harder. He responded by slamming into my deeper than ever, and the added friction on my clit felt delicious. The inferno was coiling inside me, a milieu of sensations tugging at me from a million different places in my body. The new, deeper way he fucked me stroked places I'd forgotten even existed, drawing my pleasure out exponentially.

As far as I was concerned, this could go on forever – it just felt that good. A hand snaked round to my hip, steadying itself against my skin. My eyelids fluttered open to see Jasper's lusty gaze locked on me. I pressed a kiss to his neck, and then drew back, suddenly aware of how vulnerable I'd made myself. There was no time to dwell on it, however, as his lips violently crushed against mine in the next second. Our combined heavy breathing into each other's mouths as our hips ground together only increased the sensations.

"Close?" he muttered hoarsely, in a voice low and thick with sex.

"Yeah," I breathed, shifting myself over him so his cock rubbed my clit with each thrust he gave. He drew his other hand down the side of my body, resting it by my hip so both hands were holding my legs up. My feet pressed into his ass cheeks, urging him on as my hands rested on his shoulders. Deeper, harder, faster, more...

My head lurched forward and I bit into the soft flesh of his neck, moaning and whimpering incessantly. He groaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure, pressing his lips to my hair as we moved together. His strong hands tightened around my hips, and I cried out at the feeling of being so utterly manipulated, so needed. I met his eyes for a brief moment, and let myself believe that he needed me too, the fire blazing in his eyes as he moved in and out of me.

I was wound tight as a spring, the cords in my neck standing out as the heat coiled, pulling all the tension to the centre of me, where it was just begging to be released. Our bodies were slick and sweaty as we fucked, our movements become more desperate and needy as the seconds went on.

My legs tightened around him, holding him to me with all my strength, which admittedly was pretty damn pathetic.

"Jasper, oh fuck...ahh!" I screamed as my orgasm hit me. White heat melted my skin, bursting behind my eyes as I bucked and moaned against him, shaking with the force of my climax. My walls squeezed him tightly and he pushed into me harder as I rode out my orgasm. His body went rigid and I felt him pulse inside me, spewing a string of profanities in my ear as he came.

Jasper's hold on my hips slackened and I slid down the wall, shakily finding my feet again. We both collapsed on the soft, thick carpet.

I closed my eyes, still trembling from the intensity of the orgasm I'd just experienced. I heard a familiar clicking sound, and my eyes snapped open to see Jasper lighting a cigarette.

He's a smoker?

As if there weren't already a myriad of attractive qualities about him. As he took the first drag and exhaled, I sighed as the scent of the smoke hung in the air between us.

Fuck, I want a cig.

He noted my expression and held out the cig, offering it to me. "Have the rest, I'll light another. Didn't think you smoked." He smirked.

"There's a lot you don't know about me," I said, finally finding my voice again. I took a deep drag of the cigarette, and exhaled, relaxing as I felt the nicotine work its way into my system. "That was really – by the way, wow," I said, fumbling for the right words.

It felt like I was having an out-of-body experience. Earlier on, I'd been in my room wallowing in self-loathing and guilt, and now, here I was, lying on a carpet sharing a post-coital cigarette with a total Sex God.

"It was more than wow," Jasper said, his gaze intense as he lit a second cig, sliding it between his lips in a way that melted me to the core. I should have been ashamed that I was naked in front of a total stranger, but the way he looked at me was something more than lust. A second later, he blinked and his face had closed up. I couldn't be sure that his look had even been real – perhaps it was merely my over-active imagination.

Something had infinitesimally changed in the atmosphere. I took another pull of my cigarette, my hands shaking as he finished his and stubbed it out in an ashtray on the shelf of a bookcase.

"Do you want to stay on the couch, or I can call you a cab?" he asked suddenly, getting up. I felt suddenly vulnerable and got to my feet, steadying myself on the bookcase as I straightened up. The tone of his voice was friendly enough, but it felt like he was putting the blinders on, shutting down emotionally. I discarded my cigarette and stubbed it out hastily in the same ashtray.

It's a one-night stand, Bella, what do you expect?

It bothered me more than it should, and I didn't know why that was. Or why I was now thinking about what the fuck that tattoo of his was really about. I would have loved nothing more than to get out of here immediately but I didn't really fancy wandering the streets alone and in spite of myself, I yawned, utter exhaustion washing over me. I'd had a crappy sleep last night, as usual, and I was really feeling it now.

"Couch, I think?" he said, his teeth biting down on his lip in an agitated way. "I'll get you a blanket."

While he was out of the room, I took the opportunity to pull my panties and my top back on. He came back and handed me the blanket.

"Okay, well, goodnight," he said awkwardly, shifting from one foot to the other. I took the soft material from him, nearly jumping out of my skin as his warm hand brushed against mine for an instant. The blanket was thick wool, just the thing for a cold night like this. I knew Jasper had felt the sizzle when our hands connected, as he stifled a gasp and he immediately buried his hands in his pockets. Turning on his heel, he headed out a door into the hall, presumably towards his bedroom.

"Night," I called after him, nonplussed. What the hell had just happened? This guy, whoever he was, had some serious issues. That was more than just the standard post-fuck awkwardness that came with a one-night stand. I flopped down on the couch and settled into it, pulling the blanket over me. It was unbelievably comfortable. I could live on this couch. I rested my head on a cushion and as I drifted closer to sleep, disconnected thoughts assaulted my brain.

I couldn't fathom what that primal experience had drawn out of me, but something felt different. Jasper Whitlock was different. Every kiss, touch and lick had awoken desires I barely knew I had. At the same time, it had also dredged my pain from deep below the surface, making it real now. I didn't know what this guy's story was, and wasn't sure I'd ever know. His reaction after wasn't what had really freaked me out. The frozen numbness that usually surrounded my heart was no longer there, and it scared the hell out of me.

I knew I couldn't see him again.

Not so cockblocking any more...