I stared at my chest, covered in chocolate and whipped cream, before I noticed that the opening of a container of fresh strawberries had caused the snapping noise. My breath left me in an excited wet moan. "Fuck, Jasper, what are you trying to do to me?" I gasped, trying to calm my breathing as I fought for air.
He chuckled. "You have no idea just what I would love to do to you."
Chapter 4
I shuddered violently, a fresh wave of arousal coating my upper thighs.
He smirked in what I could only assume was approval before picking a strawberry from the container and twirling it for a moment in between his thumb and his forefinger. My eyes were wide with anticipation as I watched his every move. Slowly, almost too slowly, he began to lean over me. His chest pressing the settling liquid between us so that he slid easily across my body. My breathing began to grow increasingly unsteady as he bit into the strawberry, before using the rest to scoop some of the whipped cream off one of my breasts. He held it to my mouth, and I bit off what was left, revelling in the sweet taste.
It continued like this for a while, until slowly most of the chocolate and whipped cream was gone. I could still feel it on my skin, and it made me feel sticky and gross. I wished I could go take a shower…
Or something.
My thighs shook when I considered that or something.
Jasper looked at me curiously and I flushed a bright red colour, biting down on my lip as if to keep myself from blurting it out. It was almost ridiculous how my "sexual filter" seemed to return whenever I was around him, turning me into a fumbling, blushing mess. It really wasn't fair at all. With any other person I would have confidently revealed what was on my mind, but with Jasper, it was different. He was smirking at me now, even though the curiosity was still plain on his face. "I can only imagine what you're thinking, my little whore," he cooed. My arousal pulsed in me, and I moaned under my breath.
I liked that.
His little whore.
Oh god…
Without me asking for it, he began to run his tongue around my sensitive nipples and around my breasts, licking off the remains of the chocolate and whipped cream. My head fell back against the counter and my hips rose up to meet his as I gasped over and over again. Like the fucking tease he was, he slowly made his way across and down my body, licking away everything he could and everywhere he could reach. I was panting loudly and out of control when his tongue reached my navel and he had to get down on his knees, his face barely inches from the wetness of my sex. Jasper hummed as he pulled my legs up so they rested over his shoulders, and ran a finger through my soaking entrance. "Holy Fuck," I gasped, bucking into his hand as he did another sweep before using both hands to hold me open. The moan that ripped through me was staggering as I felt his tongue press hard against my clit. My world began to spin as he teased me with his tongue, pushing me closer and closer to my edge. I whimpered when he pushed two fingers into me, playing over my clit with his tongue as he finger fucked me. I moaned loudly between pants as he increased his movement to a blind blowing pace. Jasper groaned against my hot sex, and with one final thrust of his fingers, I came hard against him. My orgasm seemed to last forever before I finally seemed to melt back onto the counter.
Jasper stood again, and I followed him with my eyes as he went to the sink to get a washcloth. He wet it, before bringing it back over to me. I let my eyes close as he washed my chest with the warm cloth, concentrating on his slow, carefully sweeps. It felt nice. When he'd made sure all traces of stickiness were gone, he raised it to his own chest and began to wash off what had gotten on him during the act.
I started to object. "Let me get that."
He shook his head, smiling deviously. "This night isn't about me."
Reluctant, but not willing to fight him on it, I watched as he cleaned himself off, making a mental note of this.
I would return the favour.
Once he was satisfied, he threw the cloth back towards the sink, not bothering to take the time to walk all the way back over. "I think it's about time we put these in the oven," he murmured, picking up the tray of cookie dough that had been swiped off to the side earlier. I again followed him around the room, watching him while he opened up the oven that we had turned on almost half an hour ago to pre-heat, and slipped the tray easily into the centre of the main rack. Jasper closed the door again, adjusted one of the settings, and turned back around to smile at me. "As much as I love your current attire, I don't think it's appropriate for move watching." He chuckled.
"Oh, erh, yeah, right," I stuttered, hopping awkwardly off the counter and pulling my pyjama bottoms back on. It took me a minute to find my bra, and then Jasper had to help me find my shirt. I was happy when he went to his bedroom with his thin hoodie, and came back with his beautiful chest still bare. Momentarily, I wished I could be a boy, only so that I could walk around with a top off.
We hung around the kitchen for a while, chatting casually about topics barely had enough energy to pay attention enough so that every now and then I could make a small comment to keep him talking. My mind was more or less distracted by… other things while I stared at his body, thinking about what I would want to do to him, and what he had just done to me.
It was almost enough to make me wet again.
"Cookies are ready." Jasper announced.
I sighed inwardly, and pushed my fantasies to the back of my mind.
Another night.
Despite my disbeliefs, after the smell of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies had wafted through the kitchen and slowly into the rest of the living room, it was easy to forget about my other thoughts. We put on the other movie I'd picked out, Sleeping Beauty, which I had been surprised to find among a small selection of other animated classics, while we waited for the cookies to cool down. And also much to my surprise, the night continued on much the same; as if Jasper licking my body clean, and going down on me had never happened. It was strange and slightly upsetting. I was still feeling the affects from it, and it was almost like he had already forgot about it. That bugged me.
Slowly the night faded away, as I stretched across his ridiculously soft and warm carpet, watching cartoons on his even more ridiculously huge TV. I'd turned them on once I realized he had passed out on the couch. My eyes were drooping heavily, and my head felt like it weighed ten times more than normal as I rested one side of my face in my arms. My thoughts far away from what was happening on the screen.
I fell asleep to the image of Jasper going down on me…
"Bella?" I looked around, confused and disoriented as I tried to make sense of the scene around me. Why was I in school? Was I at school? My eyes wandered around the familiar classroom, down at the familiar table I sat at everyday in my first period class, and up at the familiar blackboard. Only my teacher wasn't there. In fact, the only person in the room was Jasper, and he was staring at me with a fire burning in his eyes. I was still confused as he called my name again.
"What, Jasper? What are we doing here? Where is everyone?"
The questions tumbled out of me like word vomit.
He smirked, getting up from his chair at the table opposite mine, to stand over me. I stood up, and still had to look up into his face. It really was ridiculous how short I was, and how tall he was compared to me. I didn't like it. But I didn't have time to think about it right now, for Jasper had wrapped one arm around my waist, placing the other on my cheek as he bent down to kiss me. When our lips broke apart again, he grinned, his eyes flaring. "I fucking want you, Bella. Right here. Right now." I moaned shakily, my body all too ready as I felt my arousal wet in my panties.
"Fuck me, Jasper."
And without any other instruction, he threw me back against the table and I did my best to pull him with me. Within seconds we had undressed each other, our clothes tossed needlessly away, our kisses hardly breaking as the passion consumed us. I felt his tongue against my own as I ran my fingers through his hair, down his back, between our bodies, and down his hips. Anywhere I could reach, for I longed for every part of him. The sweat began to pool between us, and our mingled body heat only seemed to feed the fire we were creating together. I begged him between uneven breaths to penetrate me.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard, Bella," he breathed next to my ear.
"You won't be able to walk tomorrow morning."
His hands found my thighs, and I wrapped my legs around him as I felt him drive into me, filling me with his thick length. I cried out, tightening my fingers in his soft hair. Jasper rested his head in my shoulder. I could feel his hot breath on my skin while he panted. After I'd had my moment to recover, he pulled back out and in again with a powerful thrust. I lifted my hips off the table to meet him as he drove into me, or hips smacking together with audible force. My whole body was shaking with the sheer pleasure of it, and I couldn't help but moan his name over and over again, begging for him to go harder, faster.
I wanted him.
I needed him.
The faster he went, the louder our moans became, until they echoed back at us against the classroom walls. I wondered if anyone could hear us, and the idea of getting caught only added to the intensity. My climax was dangling mockingly over me, and I could feel my legs begin to shake as I worked to reach it. His hard cock was jerking inside of me after each thrust, so I knew he was close. We were going to explode together. I pulled his face to my lips, kissing him long and hard, before biting down on his lip. Jasper cried out into my mouth, and I moaned back at him as he came deep inside of me. As his moans and yells filled the room, it drove me over the edge and I climaxed violently. My orgasm only prolonged as he kissed me softly while we gasped for breath.
I sighed, panting heavily as he pulled his softening cock from me.
Jasper lent in close to me, smiling.
"I love you" he whispered.
My eyes flew open, my heart pounding so fast, I swear someone could have heard it during an elephant stampede. What was that? My hand flew to my head as it spun in confusion. I let myself sit like that for a few minutes before I registered the soft carpet I could feel against my arms, and warming my body. I could feel the wetness in my panties. I could remember where I was… Oh my god. The horror that washed through me was immediate as I realized I had just had a wet dream on Jaspers living room floor.
Oh god, oh god, oh god.
Did he hear me? Almost as if I was turning to face my death, I let my hand drop from my face, and turned slowly to look up at the couch. Jasper was sitting there, arms across his chest, staring at me with an indefinable expression on his face. I could only imagine what the look on my own face would be.
"Have fun?" he asked casually.
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