Next one-shot summary: Jasper Whitlock's always been Bella Swan's best friend, but when slimy Edward Cullen tries to take Jasper's place, will he see that they've always been destined for more? Will he realise something that's been there all along? AH.
Bella
"Shut up, Jasper," I groaned, and he smirked beside me.
"I didn't say anythin'," he murmured, his thick Texan drawl coming out full-force in his mischief.
We were in Biology, watching a video on reproduction – the atmosphere in the class was stifling, it was hot and dark and the windows were closed but that wasn't why I couldn't breathe properly. I pulled at the collar of my t-shirt as the video kept on playing – it was so awkward. Not because it was about sex – that wasn't embarrassing at all, being the hormonal eighteen-year-old girl that I am – but because the guy in the video looked remarkably like Jasper.
The Jasper that sat next to me – the Jasper with brilliant-blue eyes, a wicked smile, loose and dirty-blonde curls, and who was my extremely close and very best friend.
No one seemed to see video-Jasper's resemblance but me…and it was awkward because I still hadn't gotten over my dream from last night…with Jasper…in exactly the same position as the couple on the screen…
The girl arched under video-Jasper's talented touch, and I looked away with a muttered, "Jesus H. Christ…"
Jasper was chuckling silently beside me, smirking at what he thought was my prudishness – I wasn't embarrassed, I was turned on…
"Oh, my God…" I muttered, closing my eyes as video-Jasper's junk came on the screen.
I couldn't block out their moans, or video-Jasper's whisperings…
My hand shot up, "Mr Randall! I need to go to the bathroom!"
He nodded to me from behind his desk at the very front of the class, and he gave me a bathroom pass as I slipped out of my seat and through the classroom door – I didn't look back, knowing I would see Jasper's amused expression.
When I was in the bathroom, I checked to make sure I was alone and then let out the mother of all curses – my voice ricocheted off of the white walls, and rang in my ears.
For three goddamn years I had lusted after my best friend – I had known Jasper since we were seven, and ever since then we were inseparable. We were in all the same classes, we liked the same foods, we liked the same music… We were so damn perfect…
Maybe it's because I'm a girl, but I just…saw it – the way we held hands sometimes, the way we held onto each other when we hugged, the way our knees would sometimes brush under the table and sparks would fly up my leg… It all told me we were meant for more – we were meant to be together…as more than friends.
But Jasper never made a move – he never brushed me anywhere inappropriate by 'accident,' I never caught him staring at my breasts…he just never let me know he was feeling the same things as me.
I was damn sure that I let him know what I was feeling – I liked to brush up against him whenever I could, or squeeze his knee whenever the mood took me, or stare at his perfect chest whenever he took his shirt off…
He had a perfect body – toned, slim…delicious…
I slapped my face. Hard.
"Get over it," I growled to myself in the mirror – I was slowly becoming crazy. "You can do it."
I could do it – I just wouldn't be able to look at Jasper for the entire lesson.
I had seen porn – tons of it – but none of it had anyone in it that looked remotely like Jasper. I would just have to get over seeing video-Jasper Doing It, or get over Jasper – I wasn't too keen on giving up my crush on my God-like best friend…even if it would eventually kill me.
As I made my way back to class, I thought about how it would feel to see Jasper with another girl – he was notorious for hoarding his privacy, never letting anyone in…anyone but me. I had gotten to him just in time it seemed, while he was still friendly to strangers – personally, I think it was the 'Stranger Danger' campaign, scarring him horribly… But he had to choose a girl sometime…
When I walked back into class, my head was full of confusing thoughts – I sat down next to Jasper without a word or a look…
The prettiest girls, or the school whores as I liked to call them, had tried to tempt him many times, but he always took my hand and led me away – and that was the end of that. But then that confused me even more – maybe I was his choice…but maybe I wasn't…
I looked over at him to find him staring back at me with a frown – I smiled sweetly, and gave his knee as soft squeeze.
I decided to put it from my mind, and continue as normal...or as normal as I could be around my beautiful best-friend.
Jasper
I had to adjust myself every five fucking seconds.
"Stupid sex video…" I mumbled under my breath.
It didn't help that my super-hot best-friend was pressed up against me either – sweet, sweet Bella…
The video suddenly finished and it killed my thoughts stone-dead – Bella's your friend… Bella's your friend…
Mr Randall waved us all out of the class, not bothering to say a word – he was a lazy asshole on the best of days, and by look on his face I would have said he had gotten completely trashed last night. The bell rang and everyone hurried out for lunch – I stayed back, as I usually did, so Bella and I could walk out together.
She was always slow getting her stuff together after class, and it was just one of those things that had drawn me to her…
"Ready?" I asked, and Bella nodded, giving me a smile.
"Always, Jasper," she chuckled, slinging her rucksack over her shoulder.
"That's why you're always last out?" I teased, nudging her with my elbow as we walked towards the cafeteria.
Bella smiled victoriously, "No, you are always last out – you're always behind me."
"Touché," I grinned.
Lunch was pretty fun, as it usually was, with just me and Bella – we had acquaintances, but no other really good friends. Most of the other students weren't very…
"Hey, Matt! Look where I can fit these fries!" Some guy yelled behind me, and I started laughing as my point was proven to myself.
Bella laughed too, and then began giving me a list of places where the guy could have put them and asked me to guess – I loved it when it was like this, just us having fun…
"So, where do you think?" Bella grinned, knocking me out of my thoughts.
I put on my thinking face, "Well...he put them…up his nose?"
Bella made a noise and waved her hand at me, "Whatever, anyone can do that – in fact, I remember doing that when we were eight. This place is much more impressive."
I smiled, "Tell me."
"He put them in his eyes," Bella chuckled, and then outright laughed at my expression.
I turned around, desperately looking for the freak, "Where, Bella? Where? I have to see this!"
"Forty degrees to your right…" Bella breathed behind me, her hot breath brushing over my cheek as she physically turned my head in the right direction.
My eyes landed on a tall guy pulling fries out of his eyes, but I was far more concerned with how close Bella was to me – her hands were still on my face, warm and soft, and I could feel her breath washing over my neck and giving me goose bumps…
I was hard as a rock.
I shut my eyes, and turned back, covertly shifting in the plastic chair I was in – if I saw Bella's beautiful smile right then…I didn't know what I'd do…
Bella laughed, "It was pretty grim, wasn't it?"
I nodded, not trusting my voice as I slowly opened my eyes.
"That bad?" Bella asked, smiling challengingly. "We've done worse, Jasper."
I faked a smile, tugging at my jeans under the table and internally thanking Jesus that they were kind of loose, "I know."
We ate lunch, whiling away our time telling terrible jokes and planning for the weekend coming up – until there was a noise. Or should I say…no noise.
At all.
I turned in my seat, as my back was facing everyone as we sat at our usual corner lunch table – my eyes met a lone boy, standing in the middle of the cafeteria with his lunch tray.
"New kid," Bella murmured, and I nodded to show I had heard her – all week we had heard of the new guy coming into town, moving from LA with his wealthy parents.
His clothes were too good for our small town of Forks – I could imagine him buying them at fashionable boutiques and paying extortionate prices. His shoes were shiny – not a good sign – and his pants were too flashy for school. He wore a pristine button-down, and the rest of him looked just as spotless as that.
His eyes brushed over our table, landed on Bella, and then stopped.
He walked towards us.
Hundreds of eyes watched him as he walked, but mine swept away from him and I turned back to Bella – there was something that I didn't like…
"Hello," a voice came from my left, and a tray descended to the table – I was raised properly, and I gave him a polite smile.
Bella smiled too – a little nagging voice in the back of my head didn't like the way it looked more than polite…
"Hi," Bella replied – she was always so kind, so sweet-sounding…
"Can I sit with you?" He asked her, completely ignoring me now.
"Sure," Bella said slowly, looking at me for my input.
I was tempted to tell him to fuck off, but I didn't – I gave Bella a tight smile as he sat down.
The cafeteria slowly became noisy again, and the new guy seemed to relax.
He flashed Bella a dazzling smile that made me want to break his pretty face, "I hate all this attention."
Something about the way he held himself, or the way he smiled, told me different – he loved it.
Bella smiled like the good-natured girl she is, "I'm not a social butterfly, either. I'm Bella, and this is Jasper – you are?"
"Edward," he grinned, "Edward Cullen."
Then he proceeded to pick up Bella's empty hand and fucking kiss it – rage boiled within me, and I was barely able to beat it back.
I clapped him on the shoulder, a little too hard, "So, Edward, tell us about LA."
I had meant for it to be a distraction from Bella, but it didn't turn out so well – in fact, he proceeded to tell us (Bella) about LA in great detail…leaving out nothing.
By the end of lunch I was wishing God would just fucking strike him already.
Bella and I lost him in the lunch crowd as the bell rang for class, and I sighed with relief – he didn't know we had a free period. I playfully raced Bella to our spot on one of the outside lunch tables, feeling a little lighter now Edward wasn't around – Jesus, under one hour and I already couldn't stand the guy.
Bella took out a pen and began to draw on my hand aimlessly as she liked to do – I sighed, closing my eyes and relishing the warmth from her hand and the tickling sensations…
"So, what do you think of Edward?" She suddenly asked, and my good mood decreased slightly.
"Cullen?" I grunted, "Pretentious pretty-boy."
Bella looked up at me with her dark, doe eyes, "Really? I thought he seemed nice."
I smiled, "Bella, you would think a man-eatin' shark was nice – even as it digested you."
Bella grinned, "I know. I'm a bad judge of character – apart from you..."
Her grin faded and her admission was soft – I found butterflies suddenly inhabiting my throat.
Before I could reply, a voice floated through the air, "Guys!"
I turned with a growl rising up in my throat, and my eyes landed on Edward Cullen – his bronze hair was shimmering, even with the crappy Forks weather, and he looked…well, he looked like Bella should like him. You know…one of those guys – the one that every girl fawns over.
Bella smiled at him as he came to sit down with us – he looked at my hand, covered in drawings and smirked at Bella.
"You should do Art," Edward smiled, flashing his pearly-white teeth.
He was preying on Bella's weaknesses, because she loved Art – it made me utterly hate him.
They talked for the rest of the period, while I sat back and scowled – one day and he had already become "our new friend." I loved Bella, but sometimes her heart was just too big – especially if she let assholes like him into our little–
My thoughts were cut off as I replayed that sentence in my mind – I had thought 'loved'. Loved? Loved?
I stared at Bella – the grey light that filtered through the constantly cloudy Forks sky didn't really do much for her…but she still looked like a Goddess. She was all brilliant, brown, tumbling curls, and deep chocolate eyes that could sparkle or smoulder…
I felt my stomach prickle uncomfortably as Edward gave Bella a sparkling smile and nudged her arm playfully – it was jealousy.
I had never had to deal with other guys getting closer to Bella before – everyone knew I could be one crazy motherfucker when the situation called for it, and no one knew how to handle me. So Bella, by being my best friend, was directly and automatically under my protection – that meant if you fucked with her, you fucked with me. The assholes that occupied Forks High respected that, but this slimy bastard hadn't read the constantly forwarded memo – I could see it in his eye that he was up to no good with Bella…and I was going to set him straight about one thing…
The bell suddenly rang and we all got up to go to our next class – I stopped Edward, just as he was walking away.
I turned to Bella, "You go on ahead for a second, Bella – I just want to talk to Edward here for a second…"
I tried not to spit his name, but I did anyway. But Bella didn't seem to notice, or care.
"Okay, Jasper," Bella grinned. "See you two later."
We both watched her go, but I stopped looking before Edward…and I saw exactly where his eyes were glued to.
I growled, "You take your eyes off of her right now."
He turned to me with a smug smirk on his pretty face, "Oh? Is she yours?"
I wished to God I could say 'yes' and 'fuck off,' but I could only say the latter – he laughed in my fucking face.
I grabbed his collar and growled into his face, "Don't fuck around with me – if you touch one hair on her head, you're dead meat."
He rolled his eyes, "Oh, please – you're just mad because I have a chance to tap that after one day and you're still pining away. Some girls know class when they see it…"
I saw fucking red.
I had always been picked on – something Bella never knew about – about coming from Texas. The assholes in Forks couldn't comprehend my drawl when I was younger, or some shit along those lines, and I had been the butt of every joke. My mom had left my dad, and we had moved to Washington for a fresh start – we didn't have much money to begin with and my mom had to work extra shifts for shit pay, and the kids always liked to pick on me for our lack of money.
Except Bella.
She had got to me at just the right time – I was shutting up, closing in on myself, when she walked up to me in class and offered to help me with my sums. I still remember how I looked up from that sheet of paper and was met with the sight of the prettiest girl I had ever seen – Bella was beautiful now, and back then she had been as cute as a button.
She never listened to gossip, ever, so she had no idea what was wrong with me – of course nothing was, but as kids…you don't know better. You hear someone's not cool and you stay away from them – but not Bella.
She walked home with me everyday, never judging how my mom would be out of the house when we got there and I'd have to let myself in. She even used to help me cook dinner, so my mom wouldn't have to do it when she got home – my mom loved Bella from the day she got off work early and found Bella and I making stew in the kitchen.
Bella had turned around, all cute, doe eyes and springy, brown curls, and said, "Excuse me, Mrs Whitlock, but you're early – you'll just have to wait."
My mom had laughed and sat down – she even called Bella's dad to make sure it was okay for her to be there, and to ask if she could stay for dinner. The Chief had been delighted that Bella was with us, and he even came over a few times after that to eat with us.
Then my mom started getting better jobs and more money, and we were able to move into a better house – the day she told me we were moving in next door to Bella and the Chief was the happiest day of my life.
But I never forgot how we were looked down upon in the beginning, and that was the only thought running through my head as I slammed my fist into Edward Cullen's stupid, pretty face – I wasn't going to be treated like trash, and I wouldn't have Bella, my saviour, demeaned and treated like a fucking whore.
My vision blanked sporadically, only flashes of his fear-stricken face and my fist connecting with it making it through to my hazy brain.
But when a voice suddenly began calling to me, I stopped – my head began to clear and I heard the voice of an angel.
"Jasper! Jasper! Can you hear me? You've got to let him up – you're choking him…"
My vision slowly came back to me, and I found Bella knelt beside me as my hand flexed over Edward Cullen's throat. I looked up at her, but instead of the fear I expected to see…I saw concern – for me.
Bella's warm hands cupped my face gently, "Jasper, let him go."
My hand flexed around his throat again and he made a choking noise as I remembered just why he was on the ground and bleeding in the first place…
Bella locked eyes with mine fiercely, "Jasper. I'm asking you, as your friend, to let go."
I did, automatically, at those words.
I would do anything for Bella.
Bella gave me a slow smile – it wasn't forced out of fear, I could see it was genuine and relieved. She didn't take her eyes off of me as Edward Cullen scrambled to his feet, clutching his throat – he wasn't even that badly hurt, asshole.
He glared at me, before saying loudly, "My parents won't stand for this! They've got connections, and I'll make sure your parents never work again!"
I had never seen Bella truly angry before, but I was sure as shit glad that I wasn't on the receiving end of her fury at the moment – I swear her eyes flashed pitch black, before she jumped up and punched him right in his mouth.
Edward went flying back and sprawled across the grass, as Bella towered over him – fury rolled off of her and her hands were clenched into fists so tightly that her knuckles had turned white.
"You asshole," she said dangerously. "If I ever hear you making those kind of threats again, I will fucking kill you."
I had never heard her cuss like that either, and though it definitely wasn't the right situation, I found myself getting hard – Bella was so damn beautiful…and smoking hot with all that violent fury…
"Bella," I managed to say roughly, "Don't."
Without turning back, she said, "Jasper, you were just about to turn him into pâté, and I know you – so what did he do or say to get you so riled up, because I'd like to know…and I'm sure my father, the Chief of Police, would like to know too."
Edward visibly blanched from Bella's not-so-subtle threat, and while I was enjoying her whooping his ass, she was drawing quite a crowd now.
I managed to get to my feet and tug Bella away, "I'll tell you later, Darlin' – I promise. I've never lied to you and I won't start now, but we're not doin' this here…"
Bella looked up at me, and nodded, "Take me home, Jasper."
A few gathered teachers ran to Edward, and students were swarming now – I managed to get Bella and I lost in the crowd, and to her old truck that we shared.
We both climbed in, and as I started up the engine, Bella curled into my side as she liked to do – except now…I felt so much more when she did it…because I had realised something…
I was in love with Bella Swan.
"Fuck," I groaned, as we peeled out of school.
"What?" Bella asked anxiously. "My dad will sort it out – don't worry, Jasper. Or are you hurt? Did he get a couple of swipes in?"
I laughed at the thought despite what had happened and my revelation, "No, Bella – he was all talk and no substance. He didn't even tickle me."
"What is it then?" She asked, her eyes wide and innocent – did she really not know?
I knew I had only realised it myself, but she looked at my behaviour through different eyes, impartial eyes. I thought back over every thing I had done since I had met her, and I found her behind all of it – I orbited around her.
Did she not see that?
"I'm just…" I settled for another truth, "…still rattled by what he said."
Bella squeezed my thigh reassuringly, "Tell me, Jasper – please?"
"You don't need to beg, Darlin'," I murmured, turning off down our street. "Let's get inside and I'll tell you while we make somethin' to eat."
Bella nodded, then climbed out of the truck when it came to a complete stop – we headed into my house, knowing that there would be more to cook with there since my mom loved having Bella over for food…or just anything really.
Once the door was shut, Bella turned to me – she literally jumped into my arms and hugged me to her fiercely. I found myself hugging her back just as tightly and taking in her sweet scent.
"Okay?" She asked, her voice small like a child's.
"I'm okay," I murmured back. "We're okay."
Bella nodded against my chest and then stepped back, "I was so worried when I saw you, Jasper – I waited for you outside Maths and then I came to find you…and you looked…" She let out a soft, broken sob, "I've never seen you look so…"
I led her into the kitchen, "Bella, I wanted to talk to him alone…because I didn't trust him. He was too fake, too friendly…he didn't feel right…"
"What happened?" She asked, as we randomly began making pancakes.
"He looked at you," I muttered, heating up the pan. "He was mentally undressing you, and more besides…"
"Is that all?"
I shook my head, "He wanted to score with you, Bella, and he…mentioned how I never would, because I'm poorer than him."
A part of me hoped that Bella didn't see what I was saying in that sentence, that I wanted to be with her, but another part of me hoped she did…
Bella had.
Her face was blank and she was staring up at me – I casually turned away, pouring the batter into the pan as my heart hammered.
It was too soon – I had only just realised my more-than-affection for her…but I hoped she didn't shoot me down.
"Jasper?" Bella asked quietly, and I sighed, not daring to look her in the eye.
"Yes?"
"You… You want to…score with me?" Bella asked, and she sounded amused rather than upset – I turned to look into her face and saw shock…and slight happiness…
"No," I murmured, and quickly added, "Not just that…"
Bella let out a long breath, "You know, Jasper, I never expected you to say that."
With that, she launched herself at me.
Her lips collided with mine as we fell to the floor in a tangled heap, but I hardly noticed the movement from the sheer heat and sweetness of Bella's lips – I groaned, feeling myself instantly harden simply from her kiss and the way she was sprawled on top of me.
Bella's lips were persistent in their quest of opening my mouth, and when I allowed her access I felt her tongue slip past my lips – Bella moaned, and I echoed her noise.
Her taste was sweet, from her strawberry lip balm, and I found myself rolling Bella over with force and kissing her back passionately on my kitchen floor.
I vaguely heard and smelt the pancakes burning, but I couldn't care less – my tongue invaded Bella's mouth, plundering all she had to offer.
Bella moaned and writhed beneath me, her legs tangling with mine – it forced my hips harder against hers, and I could feel her heat through our clothes. I grew impossibly harder, my hips automatically rolling forwards to find some much needed friction – Bella arched her back as her tongue duelled mine, and the combined attack had my brain in a haze.
My hands were everywhere, touching and teasing, until our mouths had to break apart so we could greedily suck down some much-needed air.
We both froze.
Bella looked so beautiful, her hair splayed out behind her head like a halo and her cheeks flushed from our passion – her eyes were dark chocolate and smouldering, and I hadn't ever seen a more enticing sight.
But I didn't freeze because of that – I froze because everything just…caught up with me, and I assumed that was why Bella stopped too.
I just prayed that she wanted this…
Bella moved her hand up and cupped my face gently, whispering, "Be mine, Jasper."
I smiled, my heart hammering against my ribs in joy, "Only if you can be mine."
"Done," she grinned, and I kissed her smiling mouth.
Before I knew it, she had flipped me over and she was straddling my waist – Bella was dangerously close to my erection, and as she moved forwards to whisper in my ear, she caused the most delicious friction.
I involuntarily moaned, "Fuck…"
My hands grabbed her hips, and I looked up into Bella's eyes – she was grinning like the cat that got the canary.
Her soft, plump lips brushed my ear, making me shiver, "Do you know how long I've wanted you like this, Jasper?"
I shook my head, completely stunned by my desire and her admission – she wanted me. I was just realising how damn long I had wanted her.
Her hands burrowed under my t-shirt as her lips descended on my exposed neck – I was helpless beneath a very aroused Bella, and I loved it.
My skin was on fire, but so was Bella's – I was sure any minute I would see flames flickering from our fingertips.
When Bella's hands drifted down, towards the very noticeable tent in my jeans, I couldn't stop myself from pulling her closer to me and letting my hands slide up her t-shirt.
I heard the sudden click of my belt being undone, and I stiffened – if she didn't stop…then I sure as hell wouldn't.
As if Bella understood my stillness, she moved her lips to mine and whispered, "I want this. Let's get a little naked, Jasper."
With that, my belt was gone and my control snapped.
I tugged at the hem of Bella's t-shirt viciously, whipping it off over her head with a flourish – as soon as her head reappeared, my mouth was on hers and she was on her back.
I moaned as I slid my tongue into her mouth, and Bella began furiously pulling at my t-shirt.
I pulled myself from Bella, sitting up on my knees and ripping my shirt off like the Hulk. Bella grinned up at me, understanding my thoughts, and I grinned back.
"I've always wanted to do that," I murmured, leaning down and kissing Bella's now-bruised lips.
Bella gasped as my hands roved over her exposed skin, "You're much better looking at any rate."
Her hands travelled up my back, her short nails raking my skin and sending delicious sensations through my body. I rolled my hips against hers automatically again, except this time…I wasn't close enough.
I slipped my hands into Bella's jeans, and then pulled them down and off in one swift movement.
Bella was almost bared to me now, and I could feel myself throbbing…
"We're still in the kitchen," I murmured, gathering Bella up in my arms. "Let's take this somewhere else…"
As we passed the cooker, I was vaguely aware of Bella turning it off and moving the smoking pan onto the side…but otherwise I was more focused on getting Bella out of her underwear.
It wasn't typically sexy lingerie – I didn't expect it to be, because my Bella was a practical girl – but the dark material against her pale skin made her look so good…so tasty.
I growled low in my throat as I carried her upstairs – her lips had begun to attack my neck and chest, while her fingers were toying with my pebbled nipples.
When we reached my room, I kicked the door open and made it slam against the wall – neither of us cared, nor flinched. I could see my room was a mess – CDs, clothes, and books were scattered everywhere – but the bed was clear and clean, and that was all I needed.
"Take these off, Jasper," Bella said huskily, tugging at my jeans as I lay her out on the bed.
I smiled, slowly unzipping them and lowering them – I watched Bella lick her lips as I stripped, and I could feel myself twitching in my boxers.
Bella unsnapped her bra and pulled it off without a word, and I was left staring at her perfect, rounded breasts – they were perky, soft-looking, and topped off with pink and puckered nipples.
She looked like a beautiful sacrifice – a virgin spread out on my bed as an offering to the Gods.
Bella crooked her finger at me, "Come here, Jasper."
I crawled onto the bed and over her, almost predatorily – Bella's chest rose and fell quickly, excitement and desire turning her breathing fast and light. I wasn't much better – I was practically panting from the pent-up love and lust inside of me.
I kissed her softly, wordlessly asking how far she wanted to go.
Bella pulled back an inch, "I can never know you any better than I do, Jasper. I want you. Now."
I groaned, my mouth descending on her exposed chest, "This is wrong…so…soon…Bella… But it feels…so right…"
"I know…and I don't care… Don't care… Don't care…" She repeated breathlessly, her fingers delving into my curls.
I bit at her nipples, making Bella arch her back and give me a throaty moan – my fingers automatically sought out the band of her panties at the noise, and within a second they were off.
I looked down at Bella, my eyes raking over every inch of her naked body – she was so, so perfect…unbelievably so.
Bella's fingers ran down my ribs, then my stomach, to my waist – she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and tugged. They slid down easily, and my erection sprang free – Bella stared down at me, her tongue wetting her lips again.
I smirked, nuzzling her throat, "Do you like what you see, Darlin'?"
I pulled back and Bella looked into my eyes – hers were pitch black and flaming with lust.
"Yes," she breathed, suddenly palming my length.
My eyes rolled back into my head and I groaned as my hips involuntarily bucked forwards, looking for more friction from her hand. Bella gave it, and I began growling into her neck as my fingers traced down to her heat. She gasped when I dipped inside.
She was wet and tight, and I could almost feel the blood thrumming there as her excitement rose – she began to press my tip against her nub, slowly moving downwards…
"Bella," I said breathlessly. "Condom?"
She shook her head, her cheeks flushing slightly, "My mom put me on the Pill the last time I went to see her in Arizona… Jasperrr…"
It was too much – her voice, her feel, her touch… I removed my hand, and hers, and settled myself against her – as I began to slowly push inside her, my eyes never strayed from hers.
"Remember… First time, Jasper…" Bella muttered, and I smiled softly.
"I know…" I breathed, before kissing her pink lips.
As Bella moaned around my tongue, relaxed and distracted with my mouth, I thrust inside of her with a muffled groan.
Bella ripped her mouth from mine and cried out – I shushed her softly, trying to ignore how tightly her walls gripped me and offer her the comfort she needed at the same time.
She calmed slowly, relaxing her muscles and breathing steadily – I nuzzled her as she loosened her grip on me from the inside. Her hands came up around my neck and pulled me down for a tender kiss – then she rolled her hips…
I pulled back and groaned, "Bella…"
My hips bucked forwards at the same time as hers, and I found myself fully inside of her – I didn't even take a moment before rocking back out and in.
Bella gasped, wrapping herself more tightly around me and giving me a better angle –I moaned at the sensations that the position gave, and Bella's hoarse little cries told me she felt them too.
Her nails dug into my shoulder blades as I went faster and harder, angling myself so I kept brushing her pulsing button – Bella threw her head back, and screamed.
The sound made me shudder in pleasure, and then suddenly Bella's walls were clamping down on me – I couldn't hold off, I was too tightly strung.
My muscles locked, my back arched, and I felt a tugging sensation below my navel…
I roared, "Bella!"
I spilt my seed so deeply within her – I could feel it mixing with her welcoming warmth and her sweetness, and I collapsed on top of her in a spent heap.
Bella held me to her, whispering soft and sweet things into my ear as I slowly wound down – I shuddered as the last ripples of pleasure left me, and I was able to move my heavy head to look up at Bella.
She was beautiful, and all mine – but that was only because of my realisation…only because of Edward Cullen's poor attempts to get to know her, to score with her…
"Thank fuck for Edward Cullen," Bella muttered, reading my mind.
Author's note:
Next one-shot summary: Jasper Whitlock is the College's hottest professor, and Bella Swan is his best student. She's top of the class for a reason… AH.