Disclaimer: S. Myer owns all, but what I wouldn't give for a Jasper of my very own-sigh.
A/N-While this is S&S J/E, they are only possible moments from the story, and do not in any way affect the storyline, or outcome, of Safe and Sound. This outtake takes place immediately following chapter 8 of Safe and Sound
Huge thanks to C Me Smile-for a quick turn-around, and for always knowing what to say to make me feel better.
Thanks to Dannie for the encouragement (and threats) to continue.
To those that have read, thank you! I appreciate it very much.
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Company at Night
Location: Seattle, WA (Acquiescent)
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Let me run my fingers through your hair
I'll keep you company at night
And baby, I'm here to make this right-The Cab
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We entered the house quietly, so as not to wake up Edward. Bella whispered goodnight to me at the top of the stairs, and went to her room. Stumbling into my room, I felt my way to the nightstand to turn on a light. Stripping out of my clothes, I threw on a pair of pajama bottoms and went into the bathroom to wash up and brush my teeth, rinsing away the stale beer taste clinging heavily in my mouth. I may have not been able to taste the alcohol anymore, but I could still its effects on my body.
I lay on top of the blankets on my bed attempting to fall asleep, but the echo of my erection from earlier was still present, starting as a whisper, gradually building until it demanded my attention. Without a thought, my hand slid down my naked chest, pausing briefly to pinch a nipple before continuing down my stomach, my muscles tensing in anticipation of my own touch.
As if they didn't know what was coming.
My fingers slid under the elastic of my pants, grazing over the head of my cock, already damp from the fluid gathered there. With a moan, I slicked my hand and gripped myself tightly in one smooth stroke down.
It felt so good.
My mind wandered as I hardened even more in my hand's embrace, the images from the night - Bella's hands in my hair, her lips on mine, tiny legs wrapped around me - spurred me on.
That's when I heard the light snores coming from Edward's bedroom through our open door.
With each raspy breath he took, the images before me morphed into short messy hair, a stubble-covered jaw rubbing down my neck, my hands groping his ass as I pressed him against the wall, his strong legs around my trim waist.
Suddenly, it wasn't enough.
I wanted more.
Realizing, my hand wasn't going to satisfy me, I let go of myself, the elastic snapping back as I removed my hand from under my pants. Before I could reconsider what I was doing, I had climbed out of bed, walked through the adjoining door before closing it, and stood a few feet from the end of Edward's bed watching him sleep.
He was on his stomach, his sheet laying low across his hips. My cock twitched at the thought of him naked under the thin layer of black cotton.
Edward slept in the nude.
Edward slept in the nude.
Holy fuck.
I palmed myself through my pants, debating on stripping off my clothing as well, the alcohol coursing through my system certainly fogging my thoughts with lust.
Lust stirring in my head with all the things I wanted to do to Edward…with Edward. I watched his back rise and fall with each sleeping breath. The moonlight through his large window fell across him, shadowing each curve of his muscles. With his head turned to the side, I could easily see the whiskers gracing his jaw, his full lips parted in a pout while his eyes fluttered back and forth under his lids, his hair sticking up in every direction from having slept in the same position.
Even at complete rest, he was fucking beautiful.
My head lolled back as my hand once again slipped under the elastic, my fingers closing around my cock loosely. Gliding my other hand up my stomach, over my chest and to my mouth, I licked my fingers before placing them on a nipple, quickly teasing it to a pebbled state.
The things I wanted to do to this man flooded my brain. Images of entwined limbs, cocks rubbing, nails scratching down backs as names were let loose from gasping mouths, skin slapping together as our hips pounded into each other repeatedly. There was no room in my mind for the emotions these acts would bring and leave behind, I was strictly running on pure physical desire and need for his body.
Every fucking inch of his body.
"Suck me, Jasper. Take me deep, let my cum flow down your throat, hot and thick."
My pace quickened with each word he spoke as his cock filled my mouth completely, thrusting in and out of my mouth with his hand in my hair, guiding me. Looking up at him through my lashes, I would see his features stressed in concentration, his tongue constantly darting out to lick his lips and taking an occasional deep breath to regulate his breathing. Green eyes would stare down at me with incredible hunger, pleasure and yes, love.
"Fuck, Jasper, you're fucking beautiful on your knees before me. If your mouth is this good, I can only imagine how incredible your ass is going to be."
With those words of what was to come, I hallowed my cheeks, sucking him harder, deeper. As my head bobbed up and down his length, my tongue worked his cock with great effort. I wanted to see Edward cum, his face never more beautiful then when he is in the height of his orgasm. When his hands began to fist my hair tighter, he began to drive into me harder.
"Ugh…that's it, love. Mmmmm… yes, fuck, Jasper, I'm gon-"
A deep sigh startled me, my head snapping back up, my hand quickly leaving my pants in fear Edward had woken up and caught me. I squinted in the dark room to make out his form, still soundly sleeping.
Then it was my turn to sigh in relief. Shaking my head, I realized I needed to leave the room, get far away from the temptation his body obviously had over mine.
Yes. Leave the room.
The bed shifted under my weight as I crawled up it until I was kneeling between Edward's spread legs. My fingers hovered just above the sheet over his thighs, itching to pull it down.
That wouldn't be right.
Brushing the cotton sheet, I pinched it between my fingers, ever so tantalizingly slowly pulling it down over the curve of his ass. As each delicious inch of his pale skin was exposed, my heart raced, having never seen Edward in this state before.
Completely vulnerable in his sleep.
Completely naked.
I was harder than I had ever been in my entire life, my cock aching to be buried deep in the sight before me. His ass was even more perfect than I had imagined, unmarred creamy skin covered two firm cheeks, begging to be groped, bit, and spread.
Groaning at the thought of Edward's ass spread for me, I reached down to my pants and lowered them to my hips, exposing half my erection. Pinching the head of my cock between my index finger and thumb, I let my eyes travel from this hair, to his shoulders and down his spine…I couldn't resist anymore.
I leaned forward, my hands on either side of his waist, and lowering myself, I placed a kiss on his shoulder. Then my lips began to work my way across his back to his other shoulder, occasionally stopping to lick the salty skin, sampling his earthy taste.
When a quiet, unconscious moaned escaped him, my hips reflexively bucked into him, my cock brushing his ass. A rush of fucking pure wanton desire flooded every cell of my body, literally leaving me breathless. Never had I experienced something so charged, so strong as the pull I felt for Edward at that very moment.
With this rush, my kisses were gentle no more; instead my lips pulled Edward's flesh between them, sucking feverishly as my pelvis hovered just above him, my cock barely skimming his ass.
"Edward," I murmured against his wet warm skin. "Do you have any idea what you do to me? Any fucking clue about the things I want to do to you? How badly I want to feel you, be buried deep inside this fucking perfect ass of yours, hot and tight, as I pound you until you scream my name. God, I want to fuck you so badly right now...want to cum so badly…inside you…."
Thrusting rhythmically, each roll of my hips nestled my cock between his inviting cheeks, my slit dripping opalescent fluid onto him, smearing it as I continued to press into him. The natural lube allowed me to slide along his skin with ease. Pausing, I balanced on one hand, and reached down to my pants with my other, roughly yanking them down over my own ass, my cock bouncing as it was completely freed from the material. Immediately, I resumed my thrusts, my cock throbbing with each movement, the veins pulsing, engorging me to the point of pain.
Gasping, I laid my forehead between Edward's shoulder blades, my breath washing over his back. At this angle, I could see the tip of cock appear and disappear between Edward's cheeks as I pumped into him.
Never had I done anything like this before, taken advantage of someone's unconscious state to seek pleasure for myself. It wasn't right. Guilt began to seep into my thoughts and instinctively, my hips slowed, almost to a stop.
What kind of sick fuck was I?
"God, Edward…what am I doing. I'm so sorry…." I sighed, lifting my head to get off the bed.
"Don't you fucking stop, Jasper." Below me, he stirred, his words those of an awake man.
Oh shit.
"Edward?" I whispered incredulously.
He didn't reply verbally, but I felt his ass rise up to meet my cock, granting my hips permission to continue at will. My eyes closed and I practically collapsed on top of him, catching myself on my elbows before dropping my complete weight onto him. Panting, I steadily pumped my hips into him as his ass would rise again and again to meet my thrusts, my forehead back on his shoulders. He reached around with one hand, he grasped desperately at my hips, my ass.
"Feels so fucking good…so fucking good…." I repeated over and over, a manta of sorts. Sweat beaded up on his skin, and I would lick it away, his hair beginning to matt at the nape of his neck where I push it aside to inhale his scent in deep breaths.
I felt the tightening in my abdomen, the spreading of warmth and then his movements stilled.
Then he moaned, deep and feral.
Putting his hands by his shoulders, he rose, pushing me off him. A bit shocked, I leaned back on my knees, not even bothering to pull my pants up.
"Take them off," he demanded as he turned over beneath me, still remaining between my legs. Reaching up, he grabbed the material of pants gathered at my thighs and tugged them down forcefully. My eyes widened in surprise and fucking excitement as I practically stumbled off the bed in my rush to remove them. Standing, unsteady in my intoxicated state, I pulled my pants down, stepping out of them before I looked back up at Edward.
Naked, vulnerable and open, he lay before me on his bed, his skin glimmering in the moon's glow, his chest heaving as much as my own, his tongue tracing his lips as his eyes skimmed over my body, pausing at my cock.
"You're more than beautiful, Jasper," he held out his hand to me, inviting me back into his bed, onto him. With a shy grin and flushed cheeks from his compliment, I climbed back onto his bed, resting once again on my elbows over him, only this time he was awake and I could see his eyes, and kiss his lips.
Fuck, I wanted his lips.
So I took them, open mouth, tongues already meeting his before our lips even touched. Warm breaths exchanged as we ground our hips together, our cocks sliding against each other between us, the friction so fucking incredible, I was certain I was going to cum right then. Each thrust of mine was met by a sensual circle of his, one of his hands in my hair holding my lips to his, his other on my ass, his nails digging into my supple flesh.
Moaning at the sensation, I pulled away from his mouth, rubbing my cheek along his stubble, the rough abrasive feel glorious against my own. My tongue lapped along this jaw until I reached his ear, he tilted his head to allow me access.
"Did you hear me earlier, Edward? When I said the things I want to do you?" I traced his ear with my tongue. Shaking his head, he only groaned in reply. "Hmm...well, then let me repeat myself. I want to feel you, I want to be deep inside you, fucking you so hard with my cock…cumming in you, hearing you scream my name…Jesus…fuck… Edward…the things… I want…to do…to you…." I began to lose my train of thought as hands forced my hips to his, keeping them there firmly while he ground himself up into me, our cocks straining against each other. Wet and slippery with our mixed pearly fluids, they slid back and forth, creating the most wonderful sensation.
His lips were now at my ear, as my chin rested on his shoulder, my lips pressed against the tender skin of his neck, sucking it, claiming it, marking him once more.
"Mmmm, I never knew it could feel this good. If being with you like this is this incredible…just wait until we do more.…" he said quietly into my ear, his breathing just as fast as my own as our hips continued to meet in wild abandon.
Nodding, I reached down with my mouth and took his nipple into my mouth, biting the darkened skin, lovingly circling my tongue around it. Edward arched up off the bed, offering himself to me, offering his body for my tasting and rapture, his soul for my trust and love.
"God, I want to fuck you," he murmured under his breath, and with those words, my balls tightened, singling my impending climax. The burning had already begun to spread throughout my abdomen, my entire body tensing with impatience. I wanted to cum, but I wanted Edward with me, to join me in the gratification we both sought so desperately.
"Please….Edward," I begged. "Cum with me."
Nodding, he looked at me, his gaze holding me, tethering me to his soul. "Look at me, Jasper, watch me cum for you…only you…."
When I felt his fingers caressing the skin between the cheeks of my ass, I lost it.
"Ugh…I'm cumming," I growled through clenched teeth and put my forehead on his, my hands fisting his hair so tightly, I'm sure it must have hurt him. "Edward," I cried as my orgasm ripped through my body, my cock shooting short bursts of cum between us as my hips erratically bucked into him while I rode out the waves of pure bliss as they rolled throughout me. I tried to focus on Edward, keep my eyes on his, but as the force of my orgasm hit me, my eyes closed and my jaw tightened with effort, in an attempt to maintain the ecstasy in every single fiber of my body for as long as possible.
"Look at me," he grunted, and I opened my eyes just in time to see his fill with his climax. His cock erupted, shooting streams of his cum onto our stomachs as his entire body convulsed in wake of his orgasm. Groans of sheer delight flowed from deep in his body, his head thrown back, eyes hooded as he tried to hold our gaze.
To have my naked body flush on top of Edward's as he came underneath me, his body writhing from our union, his eyes becoming unfocused and dazed as his climax hit him completely was the most intimate experience of my life.
When both of us were completely spent, I realized I was resting all my weight on Edward and must be crushing him. Releasing my death grip on his hair, I started to rise, releasing him from the pressure of my body, but his arms stopped me, wrapped tightly around my waist, he bound me to him.
"Don't go," he whispered, kissing me benevolently. I nodded, gradually feeling the effects of the alcohol wearing off, my orgasm apparently having sobered me up a bit.
Then it hit me.
I was in bed with Edward.
Naked.
Completely and utterly naked.
I had woken him up from a sound sleep by rubbing my cock on his ass, and telling him the things I wanted to do his body. Breaking our kiss, I cupped his face in my hands, and cleared my thoughts, still hazy from beer and Edward.
Now the effects of my intoxication were purely as a result of being with Edward, and not alcohol related.
"Edward, I'm so sorry. I had been drinking at the party…I didn't mean to do that to you...." I trailed off, not sure how to apologize for taking advantage of someone.
"Sshh…Jasper, stop. It's fine, really. If I had wanted you to stop, I would have said something."
"But…." I sighed. "How long were you awake?"
He chucked, eyes starting to clear of his post-coital haze. "Umm, pretty much from when you got on my bed."
So much for my stealthy abilities.
"Still, Edward, I shouldn't have done that…I'm so sorry," I laid my head on his chest, his heart still racing beneath me, and I remember being surprised it hadn't slowed down yet.
Of course, my own was pounding just as quickly.
With a kiss to my forehead, he released my waist. "Let me get us something to clean up with," he bucked his hips up into me, reminding me we still had two orgasms worth of cum between us, lightly adhering our stomachs together. Embarrassed, my cheeks flushed as I rolled off him, my body immediately missing his warmth, and craving his return. Edward climbed off the bed, gingerly walking into the bathroom off his room, where I could briefly hear the water running before he padded back into the bedroom.
"Here," he said, handing me a damp warm towel. As I lay on my back, wiping the remains of our mutual satisfaction off my stomach, Edward climbed back into bed, lying on his side facing me. I tossed the towel onto the floor and turned to get out of bed.
His hand on my wrist stopped me, "Where are you going?" his voice betraying a slightly nervous tone.
"Back to my room," I motioned toward the closed door between our rooms.
Letting go of my wrist, he grabbed my hand and pulled me back to him. "Please don't go. Stay with me tonight," he requested.
Biting my lip, I considered my options. Sleeping with Edward all night might lead to other activities, which I was not exactly opposed to, and perhaps more ready for than I cared to admit, but it also meant a new level of our relationship, one we had yet to explore.
But fuck, I wanted to explore it.
Desperately.
I needed to stay with him as much as he wanted me to stay.
I nodded, and reached down to the floor at the bottom of the bed for my pajama bottoms.
"Leave them off."
Well, he was full of all kinds of requests. "Are you sure?"
His eyes grew wide, excited that I would even consider sleeping in the nude with him. "Absolutely."
Worked for me.
I climbed back into the bed, lying on my side facing him, I scooted closer so we were touching. With each breath we took, our chests expanded and met in the middle. Reaching down, he grabbed his sheet, and pulled it up to our waists. Tossing a leg over my hip, he pulled me even tighter to this body.
My cock twitched as it reunited with his in our closeness, and I groaned. With his hand resting on my side, he leaned over and kissed me, briefly brushing his lips back and forth against mine. There was nothing for me to do but relish his tender touches, each kiss filled with a gratitude for staying, and a promise of what was to come. I rested my hands on his chest, feeling his heart thumping deep inside him, the heart that owned me, possessing my soul to the point of aching when they were not in close vicinity to each other.
I could never feel this way, this special, about anyone else.
"Edward," I whispered. I wanted to tell him, I wanted to explain how much he affected me, how much I missed him, desired his hands on my body constantly.
Was it love?
"Yes?" he prompted me when I didn't continue, and for a second I thought he was answering my internal question. Pulling my eyes from his stare, I glanced down at my hands on his chest, his warm skin heating my palms, our pulses beating in time with each other.
I shook my head, at a total loss as to what to say, I needed to tell him something, I just wasn't sure what. "I just…" I sighed. "I just… have these strong feelings, and I wonder if you have them too?"
I kept my eyes on my hands on his chest, drawing lazy circles around each of his nipples. Smiling, he reached up and grabbed my hands.
"First, stop doing that," he smirked. "Unless you want a repeat performance of earlier."
The heat rushed my cheeks again, but I smiled regardless at the irony. Earlier I had told him all the hedonistic things I wanted to do his body, and now I was blushing at the memory of what we had already done.
The beer was definitely out of my system.
"I wouldn't exactly object to repeating those activities," I murmured. He reached up and brushed my curls that had fallen in my face, covering my eyes.
"Jasper, listen to me. Of course I have the same feelings you do, probably even stronger. I know I don't want to be without you. I know my body craves yours every time you are near. You've got me on my knees, everything you do, or say, fills a void in me. And I know I feel…very possessive of you."
"Possessive?"
"Yes. And I need to tell you something."
I became nervous with those few words, it was almost as bad as hearing 'we need to talk'. His fingers were under my chin, lifting it, forcing me to look at him.
"I know you don't realize it, but you hurt me the other day." He sounded sad, his voice small and quiet.
Confused, I raised an eyebrow. "Hurt? How?"
With a deep breath, he confessed. "At the library, when you walked in with Emmett." Still I waited for his explanation. "His arm was around you."
Oh.
"Edward, that was just Emmett being Emmett, he's a big teddy bear, you know that. It didn't mean anything…nothing at all." It was my turn to comfort him. Cupping his face, I placed a brief kiss on his lips.
"I know, and I realize that now, but when I saw it, I wanted to rip his arm from his shoulder and feed it to him. I know it's irrational, and I'm sorry that I feel that way, but…every time I see you, especially with someone else, I just want to scream 'MINE' to them. "
"You know better than that," I grinned. Glancing down, I gathered some confidence to expand on my feelings for him. "Edward, no one will ever, ever know me, have me, like you do. I am yours. Only yours. Always. Never doubt that."
His lips met mine with the same intense passion from earlier. My formally sated cock began to swell, twitching at the silky touch of his length once again rubbing against mine. Long fingers were in my hair, twisting around my curls, his body pressed to mine so completely that nothing would fit between us. As we broke apart, both of us breathing a bit heavier, his licked my lips with his tongue.
I fucking moaned at his teasing.
"Let's get some sleep," he said softly, placing one last kiss on my forehead.
That was how we fell asleep, face to face, hands in each others' hair, legs completely entwined, breaths shared and mingled in the air between us.
The knocking, more like fucking banging, scared the shit out of me, and I jumped, confused at first as to where I was.
When I felt the moist breath the back of my neck, the erection pressing against my back, and the strong leg caught between my own, I remembered.
Edward.
Naked in his bed.
Me naked in his bed.
I closed my eyes again, the banging had ceased, and I assumed it was a direct result to the amount of alcohol I had had.
Just when I had settled back into Edward's warm embrace, his arms holding me to him firmly, the banging started again…only this time it was accompanied by a voice.
Bella's voice.
"Edward? Wake up! Do you know where Jasper is? He went to bed when we got home last night and he's not there now," she exclaimed, a bit of worry, and annoyance, evident in her tone.
My wide eyes darted to the door that connected my room with Edward's, and saw it closed. Thank God I had had the forethought to close the damn thing the night before.
"Edward," I said as quietly as possible, shaking his arm around me. "Wake up." He moaned and snuggled into my back more, his cock seeping pre-cum onto my skin, my dick responding in kind. "Edward, wake up," I said a bit more forcefully.
"Mmm, too comfortable," he sighed in my hair.
God, there was nothing more I wanted to do at that moment than roll over and kiss him senseless before continuing on to other delights. With each warm breath, each twitch of his cock, he made it more difficult to care about getting caught.
"Edward…."I whispered.
"EDWARD!" Bella yelled. Her hand slammed on the door.
Shocked, Edward yelped, bolting upright, his eyes sleepy and confused, but wide with fear. "What?" he replied rather angrily.
"Have you seen Jasper? He's not in his room, and he went in there last night after we got home." Edward turned to me, lying naked in his bed with a look of complete horror on my face, and he smiled.
Fucking smiled.
He held his index finger up to his lips before leaning down and kissing me.
Hard.
With tongue.
Instinctively, my hands found their way to this ass, groping the object of my desire last night, allowing his cock to press against my thigh.
Pulling back, he moved to my ear, his words husky with sleep, "Good morning, love."
"G'mornin, baby,'" I drawled, having completely forgotten about Bella.
He sat back up, and while holding my hands, and looking into my eyes, he answered Bella. "No, I haven't seen him, he's probably just out jogging or something," he reasoned with her.
I swear I could see her eyes roll at Edward's excuses, but she believed him anyway and said she would be down in the kitchen starting breakfast.
Unwillingly, I sat up, keeping the sheet wrapped around my waist. "What am I going to tell her?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. Tell her you were in your room, you just didn't hear her knocking…hangover and all."
"Okay. I should um...go shower." I couldn't believe how embarrassed I was suddenly to be in Edward's bed, as he sat nude before me, his erection begging for the attention I wanted to give it.
"Yea," he smiled shyly, rising to his knees and reaching a hand out to me."Come on."
Oh, I liked his way of thinking.
There was something I wanted, no, needed, to do first. Leaning forward, I licked my lips and bent down, placing a gentle kiss on the head of Edward's cock, pleased when it twitched at my light touch.
One kiss really didn't satisfy me, so holding him with one hand; I licked up one side of his cock and down the other, before swirling my tongue around the head, never actually taking him into my mouth.
I felt his hand in my hair, tangling the messy bed-headed waves as groans escaped from him. "Jesus fucking Christ, Jasper, warn me before you do that shit, will ya?"
Still bowing before him, his cock only an inch from my mouth, I peeked up at him through my lashes, just like in my fantasy the night before, his half-closed eyes were dark with lust, his tongue sticking out between his parted lips. Rising, I kissed him, still holding his erection in my hand, slowly pumping him, before leaning to his ear, and suggestively murmured.
"I don't know about you, but I think I really need that shower now.…" I released him and climbed off the bed, letting his sheet fall, exposing my entire body to him. Just as I reached the bathroom door, I looked over my shoulder at him, still kneeling on the bed, his erection aching for my touch again, his expression one of shock and pure fucking joy.
"Are you coming?" I winked, and I had never seen Edward move so fast in my life.
"Always, Jasper," he answer, practically running up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.
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