'She come up to me and said, "Why are you so skinny, and pretty for a boy?" I said, "thanks for the insulting compliment, you'll never forget my face no more."'
Kings of Leon - Where Nobody Knows
Chapter 8: Where Nobody Knows
-#-Jasper-#-
Dear Jasper,
Please sign my girly bits with your man piece.
Victoria x
I grinned, shaking my head as I tore the yellow post it note off of my locker door.
Don't worry Victoria; I'll make sure your girly bits are covered in my ink. My signature will be all over your pussy, baby.
A hand landed on my shoulder, and I turned to see Caleb grinning inanely at me, his eyes half closed and bloodshot as usual.
Fucking Stoner.
"Jazz, dude, I'm tellin' ya, James has stumbled upon a goldmine."
I quirked an eyebrow at him. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
He held up a half smoked joint, waving it under my nose.
"Smell that? That's the real shit man! Real fucking skunk not that watered down shit."
I rolled my eyes. Should have known he was talking about weed.
Fucking Stoner.
"You got it from James?" I asked. It did smell pretty potent.
He nodded.
"And where'd he get it from?"
He shrugged. "Fuck knows. You know that guy is shady as fuck. But I'm not complaining." He smirked lazily, his arm now around my shoulder. He was leaning against me heavily, and if I wasn't so strong he'd be dragging me down by his bodyweight.
"Get the fuck off of me man." I said, shoving his arm away.
He laughed, sauntering ahead of me down the hall. "Later!" He called back, saluting the air with a heavy hand. I shook my head.
Though I had to admit, I was sort of envious. I mean, weed hardly affected me, and when it did, I was barely stoned and it only lasted a short while. I wanted to get as zoned out and high as Caleb frequently was. Maybe I'd get some of this 'gold' from James. See how strong it really was.
I reluctantly made my way to my History class. I was late, but I didn't give a shit, better late than never right? Plus, the only reason I was even going was because of the sweet piece of ass in that class that had said she would be coming to my car with me afterwards. I didn't want to miss the opportunity. Though, truthfully, if I really wanted her, I could have her any day. This just seemed like more fun, you know, more like a chase.
Victoria had broken up with James about two weeks ago, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't pleased with the news. In fact, if Isabella Swan hadn't turned up I'd probably have boned Victoria already, but Isabella had distracted me. Nevertheless, I caught up with Victoria at lunch today, and it didn't take much to have her lips attached to mine. Turns out she'd been harbouring a little crush on me but couldn't do anything about it, seeing as she was with James. Now that she was single there was nothing stopping her. We'd made out against her locker all through lunch, and I'd tried to convince her to come with me to my car but she'd refused.
The cocktease fucking said no, to me.
Then she pulled away from me, leaving me frustrated and fuckhard, telling me she was going to History class, and that she would come to my car afterwards if I made it to the lesson. And to tell you the truth, I said, 'fuck it.' I mean, who did this bitch think she was, trying to control me? No chick ever controlled Jasper Cullen – especially not by using pussy as a bribe. I mean, fuck, I could get pussy whenever I wanted. What made hers so fucking special?
And then, on my way out to the parking lot, ready to ditch History, I walked past my locker – and saw the yellow post it note.
Smart, controlling, fucking sexy bitch.
And like the horny fucker I was, dick still semi hard, I decided to go to class – well what was left of class – merely for the chance of fucking her. She was the only girl to say no to me, and like I said, I loved a challenge. How the fuck she had been able to resist my lust was beyond me, because she sure as hell didn't want to. She was as horny as I was by the end of the make out session, and judging by the smell of her pussy, she was more than ready to come into the Audi with me and have me fuck her senseless. I don't know why I found girls who were able to resist my gift such a turn on. Maybe it's because so few were able to, I mean, even just a small wave of lust was enough to make a girl damn near desperate for my cock.
Sure there was still Isabella, but she was a more difficult, much more interesting challenge and I was slowly working on her. Victoria was just something to occupy my time while I was doing that. I mean, I wasn't gonna stop fucking other chicks. Who knew how long it would take for me to get into Isabella's pants?
For the whole of the class, I sat staring at her. She sat two desks in front of me, shocking scarlet waves tumbling down her back and I almost jizzed in my pants a little. Her hair wasn't dark, but it was fucking long, and bright red, and that was almost as good. The sexy bitch knew I was watching her, I could feel her smugness radiating towards me and you know what? It turned me on impossibly more. She looked back at me over her left shoulder, crimson coils swinging as she did, and smirked. It was a, 'I know you want me, and I'm gonna make you wait to get me' smirk, and fuck, if my schlong got any harder I swear it would explode or something. My fangs were out too, and I could smell her fucking blood, and it didn't smell as great as Isabella's but it still smelled fucking mouth watering. Yeah, I wasn't supposed to bite anymore chicks, but what the old man doesn't know won't hurt him right?
She poked her tongue out, running it around her mouth slowly and I nearly growled, stifling it right at the last moment so it came out like a burp. I couldn't fucking wait till the end of class. I could sense a few people around me getting aroused, undoubtedly because of me, and it only made it worse.
When the bell signalling the end of class finally rang, the stiffy in my pants was so prominent I could barely walk straight. I didn't even bother trying to hide it, it would be fruitless. Who gave a shit if someone saw?
Victoria walked by me, grazing her hip against my erection as she passed, tugging the sleeve of my jacket so I could follow her, and that time I did fucking growl. And it wasn't a low growl either; it was fucking loud, and rumbling and feral – and embarrassing. Luckily most of the class had left by then, so only a few people caught it. The girls stared at me, wide eyed and aroused, whilst the guys shot me questioning glares – also aroused – but no one said anything about it.
Well, no one except Victoria.
"Ooh," she purred, a seductive smirk curving her lips, "down boy."
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Holy shit.
The friction, the fucking friction felt so fucking good I felt like I was about to blow my load. And that would definitely not be good, I mean, Christ, I hadn't even pulled down my pants yet.
We were in the Audi, in the passenger seat. Victoria was straddling my lap as we made out, and she was in a skirt, and the skirt had ridden up, and her barely there panties were the only barrier between her cooch and my lap. She was grinding against me fiercely, my dick wedged at a perfect angle, right between her legs. It was so hot, and she was so wet, and shit, I could smell her arousal, and her blood throbbing at her clit...
I pulled back from her mouth, panting heavily, and buried my damp forehead into the crook of her neck. If she didn't stop I was gonna cum. I, Jasper Cullen, was gonna blow my load, jizz all over myself – from dry humping.
I felt like a fucking virgin.
"Oh shit. Fuck me, this feels good."
I was talking. Talking was not good. Because I only talked when I was about to cum.
I pressed my lips to the throbbing vein on her neck. I wanted to bite her, you know, just to have a taste of her sweet smelling blood. My teeth were so close...
I growled.
She moaned.
Then she started grinding faster, her arms tight around my neck, her head thrown back, exposing her long, flushed neck, full of her throbbing arteries and veins. I could see the blood through the stretched skin, flowing steadily.
Teasing me.
I needed to stop this shit.
"Vic – fuck! Victoria..." I panted.
"Yes?" She moaned, breathing heavily through her nose, all the while grinding steadily.
"Stop."
She ignored me, continuing her rhythm. I groaned. I could have easily stopped her, all I needed to do was just hold her hips lightly and I would have stopped her.
Except...I didn't want to stop her.
It just felt too good.
I knew I should, because the bloodlust was getting a little too much, and I wasn't sure if I'd be able to not bite her right here in the car, in the school parking lot where anyone could see, as well as the fact that it would be fucking embarrassing to cum in my pants due to dry humping. I had a sexual rep to protect.
I held her hips lightly, half-heartedly. She was still moving, still rubbing her hot, wet pussy on my dick.
"Aw shit. It feels so fucking – Stop." I groaned again, voice strained and husky.
And still she continued. She was relentless, I mean, she hadn't stopped grinding against me for a full fifteen minutes now. Wasn't she tired? If she just stopped for one second I would be able to push her away, but she just...didn't fucking stop. She was like the fucking dry humping champion or something. How the fuck could someone be so good at it? Did she practice this shit on a pillow or something? Because I swear, I'd never been so epically dry humped before in my life. This shit was almost as good as the real thing.
"Why do you want me to stop?" She breathed in my ear, hot breath tickling my earlobe.
"Cos I wanna – shit! – fuck you properly." I replied through clenched teeth and around hisses.
Her lips were lightly resting on the shell of my ear, and I'm pretty sure I felt them curve upwards.
She was smirking.
"Are you sure that's the real reason?" She asked, her fingers stroking the hairs at my nape, and this time I was certain that she was smiling. I could hear it in her voice.
This bitch wanted me to cum in my pants. She was doing it on purpose.
With every bit of control and strength I could gather up, I held her hips still in my hands. I could feel her trying to move against my grip but it was pointless for her, there was no way she could move against my vice-like hold. She leaned back and stared at me, eyebrows creased in confusion, and it was my turn to smirk at her.
"What?" She asked, trying to adopt a look of innocence and failing.
"Are you gonna let me fuck you properly, or are you gonna continue to try to get me to jizz in my pants?"
She struggled to contain her grin.
"I don't remember saying that I was gonna let you fuck me." She answered, her fingers stroking my nape softly.
Fucking cocktease.
I shrugged. "That's too bad."
She smirked, twirling a piece of my hair around her index finger. "I know, too bad for you huh? Maybe you might get to fuck me another time."
And on that note she flung open the door, kissed me hard, ground against me one last time, and then proceeded to climb off of my lap and out of my car, leaving me open mouthed – and impossibly more turned on.
She smirked at me over her shoulder, waggling her fingers in a wave and I grinned, shaking my head at her.
"Fucking cocktease." I muttered.
I shut the door and climbed over to the driver side. I needed to get home. My dick and my hand needed to get reacquainted.
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After my jerk off session, I decided to call my new tutor and arrange a meeting.
Of course, I didn't really need her to tutor me. In fact, I was probably smarter than her. I could pass every single class if I really wanted to; I just failed to give a fuck about them. I mean, I didn't need to go to college. I didn't need to work. My dad had so much money that if I had any great, great, great grandkids, they wouldn't need to work either.
But my dad wanted Dickward and I to still go because, 'he didn't want his money to spoil us, he wanted us to work and earn our own money so we could learn the value of it.'
Well dad, you're sort of contradicting yourself when you buy us a new car every year, as well as giving us full access to your bank account.
So it was because of that reason I'd had to repeat my senior year of high school. The old man refused to let me drop out. I sort of wanted to pass it this year; because having to repeat once was tedious enough, I didn't wanna have to do this shit all over again. Plus, it would just make me look stupid, and I was far from stupid. So I tried to stay out of trouble for the most part, and I did my homework and shit. I still needed to work on not ditching class though...
"Hellooo?" A female voice practically sang down the phone. It definitely wasn't Isabella.
"Um, hey. Can I speak to Isabella, please?"
The person was silent for a brief moment, before speaking again. This time her voice was low and curious. "And who am I speaking to?"
"Jasper Cullen. Isabella's kindly agreed to tutor me," I replied, my voice smooth and soft, laying on the charm. It was probably her mom, and, as I was planning on dating her daughter sometime in the near future, it would be best to have her on my side. I mean, I'd been in a few minor scrapes with the law, and I'm pretty sure Chief Swan wouldn't approve of me dating his daughter. If I got her mom to think I was a gentleman or something that would help.
"Oh right, hello." She sounded a little breathless. "Well, Bella isn't at home at the moment, can I take a message?"
"Um...Has she got a cell phone?" I asked.
"Well..." She hesitated, "yes, she does, but I'm not sure if I'm supposed to give it out..."
My voice practically turned into liquid silk. "C'mon Mrs. Swan," I chuckled quietly, "I'm not gonna start prank calling her or something, I just wanna arrange a tutor date."
I'm pretty sure I heard her heartbeat speed up over the line.
She laughed, and it was soft and breathy. "Hmmm," she teased, pretending to think about it, "only if you promise me you won't tell her how you got it, if she's mad." Her voice was low, sort of husky. Was she flirting with me? Was Isabella's mom flirting with me?
I smirked, shaking my head. I'm just too hot for my own good.
"I promise, Mrs. Swan." I replied, practically purring down the line. This was fun.
She giggled like a schoolgirl. "Please, call me Sue. What did you say your name was, sweetie?"
Sweetie? She was definitely flirting.
"Jasper, ma'am."
"Jasper," she repeated, "what a lovely name. Sort of, old fashioned."
"Thank you. I'm named after my uncle."
"Aw, that's nice, darling."
She gave me Isabella's cell number, keeping her voice in a somewhat seductive whisper, which was really fucking weird because she was a mom, but also really fucking hot – because she was a mom. Maybe Bella's mom was a cougar. I wouldn't mind giving an older woman a go. I heard they were better in bed, you know, more experienced...
"Thanks, Mrs Swan – I mean, Sue."
Her heartbeat definitely sped up a little more when I said her name.
She giggled again. "You're welcome honey. Nice speaking to you. And be sure to come over for dinner anytime you like, ok?"
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"Jasper, how did you get my number?" She whispered fiercely.
"Good evening to you too, Isabella." I replied sarcastically.
She sighed. "I'm gonna kill Sue, I swear. So? What do you want?"
I heard Pixie's voice in the background. "Who is it, Bella?"
"Shit." Bella cursed under her breath. I snickered. "It's err...some guy from my class. He's asking about an assignment. I'll just be a sec."
I could make out two other female voices, one sounding like Jessicurl, before they grew quieter, until I couldn't hear them anymore.
"Ok," she whispered, panting a little, "this better be quick cos I can't lie for shit and I know they're suspicious. So, what do you want?"
"I wanted to arrange a tutor date."
She was silent for a brief moment, breathing heavily down the line.
"Oh," she seemed surprised, "erm, ok, sure."
"When's good for you?" I asked her.
"Um..." she paused, thinking about it. "I guess Friday's good. Is that ok?"
"It's fine. Where do you wanna do it?" I smirked at my question. It seemed to contain a double meaning.
Immature, I know.
The subtle – or not so subtle – double entendre wasn't missed by Isabella. She clucked her tongue, and I could picture her rolling her eyes.
"Not at my place, cos the CB's tend to give me surprise visits."
I quirked an eyebrow. "The what?"
"Never mind. Your place then, at, let's say...sixish?"
"Perfect."
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We made our way into my dad's office, my eyes trained on Isabella's delicious looking backside the whole way. She was in skinny jeans, like really fucking tight skinny jeans and fuck, they were hugging her ass perfectly, a second skin around her thighs. I had to subtly grab at my dick a few times to ease its twitching.
She sat across from me at my dad's huge mahogany desk, keeping her head down as she pulled out her notes and books from her backpack. I just sat staring at her, my arms folded across my chest, because she was really fucking mesmerizing.
She looked up after she had neatly sorted her notes into piles, and started slightly when she noticed my gaze.
"What?" She asked defensively, eyes darting around the room, unable to hold mine, and then her cheeks began to colour, and I cursed silently.
That fucking blush.
I could feel a growl coming, so I quickly masked it with a cough – and then stood up quickly.
"Sorry, I need a drink. You want one?"
She cleared her throat and nodded. "Sure."
Down in the kitchen, safely away from her sexiness, and her smell, and her blush, I groaned, adjusting the uncomfortable boner in my pants. It was gonna be fucking hard working with her. Why did I think this tutoring idea was a good idea anyway?
To make her even more tempting, the house was empty. We were alone. Dad was at work, mom was out, and I didn't know or care about where the fuck Dickward was.
I made my way back up to the office and handed her a soda. The blush was gone, thankfully.
She opened the can and took a long drink of her soda, and I couldn't help watching her neck constricting and relaxing as she swallowed. I shifted in my seat a little, because, shit, even watching the girl drink a fucking soda was sexy. I could imagine her throat constricting and relaxing as she swallowed my...
"No wonder you two look nothing alike."
Her voice snapped me out of my horny daze.
"Huh?"
"You and Edward. You look nothing alike. I know why now."
"Oh yeah?"
She nodded. "It's cos you look exactly like your dad, and he looks exactly like your mom." She was staring at the framed photo of my dad and mom on one of their wedding days that my dad kept on his desk.
I raised my eyebrows in mock surprise. "Really? I totally didn't know that."
She rolled her eyes at me. "No need to be sarcastic, I mean, how was I supposed to know? I'd never seen your parents before. And can I just say, wow, your parents are like, really young looking. You and your dad could totally pass for brothers, I mean; you look exactly the same only..."
I narrowed my eyes. She better not say something like my dad's better looking or some shit.
"Only what?" I questioned.
She glanced at me briefly, before her eyes returned to the photo.
"Only, you look a little younger. And prettier," she added, "You're pretty for a boy."
I didn't know whether to take that as an insult or a compliment.
"Thanks for the insulting compliment."
She chuckled. "Why is it insulting?"
"Cos I don't wanna look fucking pretty. In fact, I'm not pretty. Dickward's the pansy ass pretty boy. I look like a man."
She snorted. "Oh please, refusing to shave that fuzz on your face doesn't make you look any manlier."
"Fuzz? This is fucking stubble, woman. If I let this grow, I'd have a beard in a couple of days."
She snickered. "Yeah right. That right there is your couple of day's worth of beard!"
She laughed, and I couldn't help smirking as I glared at her playfully. She was pretty cool, nothing like those other boring, vacuous, whiny bitches at Forks High.
She reached out and ran a finger along my stubbled jaw – still laughing – and I tensed. My jaw went rigid under her touch, because it felt so fucking good, I had to restrict myself from jumping her bones. Same thing had happened when she'd poked me that night at Eclipse, and I'd had to push her finger away.
I took her hand in mine, moving it away from my face and laying it on the desk between us. I kept my hand on top of hers though, and her laughter slowly dwindled until she was silent, and the room was heavy with something I couldn't name.
I was staring at her, probably looking like I was eyefucking her – which I was – and I couldn't fucking stop myself.
Surprisingly, she stared back, and to my frustration, the blush returned.
I growled.
Her breath hitched, eyes widening, yet still steadily fixated on my own...
And, Fuck. Me.
I could smell it.
She was getting horny.
I slowly leaned towards her across the table, tentative, in order to gauge her reaction, to see if I was making the right move.
She remained motionless.
I continued towards her, inching closer and closer. I could hear her heart pounding furiously, I could hear her blood rushing through her veins, I could smell the scent of her wet pussy, and shit, I fucking wanted her. I didn't give a shit. I would fuck her right there on my dad's desk.
I moved ever closer, and still, she remained unmoving.
She was going to let me kiss her; she wanted me to kiss her.
My lips touched hers for a fraction of a second – before I felt myself flying backwards, carried by a blur, until I was flung against the wall, the blur pinning me against it.
And then Dickward was in my face, his fist gripping the neck of my t shirt, pulling it up to my chin.
And as I stared into his green eyes, alight with fury and...bloodlust? I'm ashamed to admit, I was sort of frightened of my brother at that moment.
Because I'd never before seen him look so much like a...
Like a...
Vampire.
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