A/N: I don't own the characters, just the fuckawesome plot.
This one's a bit lemony :) hope you enjoy.
The Night I Met You
Chapter 9: Trust
Jasper
I pushed the bathroom door open and walked inside. I tried to take deep breaths as I moved forward to a sink and turned the tap on.
Gathering water in my hands, I washed my face clean of any rejection. Then I grabbed a paper towel and dried myself off. I sighed as I leant my hands on the edges of the sink and looked into the mirror.
Edward was confusing.
First, he takes up my offer, then he gives me the silent treatment, and then he seems somewhat jealous when I talk to another guy?
What was his deal?
I really needed him to explain himself.
Just then, I heard the door open and close followed by a little click. I breathed once more as I looked myself in the eyes, and then turned around to head back to the girls.
But that was when I realised it was Edward.
He stood in front of the door, staring at me with his piercing emeralds.
Was he here to explain?
I was just about to ask what he wanted, when he spoke.
"Jasper," he whispered.
Suddenly I was paralysed, frozen, as he walked towards me. I couldn't move my legs, trapped in his gaze as he stalked forward, only stopping when he was a couple of feet from me.
"Yes?" I practically whimpered, was he going to tell me he just wasn't interested?
Fuck I'm pathetic.
"I'm so sorry," he breathed, raising his hand to my cheek and caressing it. His thumb lightly stroked underneath my eye, collecting something small and wet. Shit, was I fucking crying? I didn't even realise. I moved to wipe my eyes myself, wanting a bit of distance between us. But that only made him move closer as he pushed my hands away and cradled my face in his warm, soft hands.
He has big hands.
I felt my head relax and go limp as he held it towards his face.
"I'm sorry, I don't even know what happened. As soon as you were finished, it was like I couldn't speak at all, like I'd just gone mute. I had these questions running in my head and I didn't know what I was meant to do. When all I probably needed to do was say 'my turn' and return the favour. Or at least ask to buy you a drink. I'm so sorry if you thought I wasn't interested, or if you think I just wanted you to give me head and that would be it. I'm just a total idiot. You literally left me speechless," he lightly chuckled as he stroked his cheek against mine.
Was he smelling my hair?
He is definitely smelling my hair.
"What were the thoughts running in your head?" I asked quietly.
"'Should I say something?', 'Should I say 'my turn'?', 'Should I buy him a drink?', 'Should I kiss him?', 'I really want to kiss him.'" He whispered against my cheek.
I really wanted him to kiss me to. But first I had a question.
"Who were you talking to earlier?"
He sighed, "my ex unfortunately." He took a deep breath. "We were together for fourteen months before I found him with another man in my bed. That was about three months ago."
"I'm sorry," I said.
"I'm not. It let me know what he's really like. I have my suspicions that he was fooling around with other guys the whole time. But I'm just glad I've completely moved on." He smiled at me as he moved his hands to my neck.
We locked gazes, but when he licked his bottom lip my eyes followed the movement and I licked my own, before looking back into his eyes.
"Edward?"
"Yes?"
"Can you please-?"
He interrupted me as he gently pushed his lips on top of mine.
'Kiss me?'
His lips were soft and warm against mine. We started to kiss and nibble on each other lips, until I pulled his bottom lip into my mouth and he took my top lip. My hands found their way to his hip and hair, as I pulled him closer to me.
"Jasper," he whispered into my mouth.
"Mmm…"
Suddenly, I felt his warm tongue poking at my top lip, asking for permission. I obliged and opened my mouth for him to enter as I sucked his tongue inside.
Fuck he has a nice tongue.
He tasted like whiskey, mint and Edward. As his hands moved to my waist, I grabbed his neck. Each of us pulling the other even closer. I couldn't get close enough to him, I still felt too far away. Suddenly, he lifted me up, before I realised I was now sitting on the bench. Edward pushed my legs apart, standing in between them as he continued to kiss me. This time, he sucked my tongue into his mouth, massaging it with his own.
We both moaned at the feeling. I could kiss him forever.
Just then, his hands grabbed my arse and they pushed me into him before he rubbed his obvious erection against mine. We hissed as they made contact.
"Edward," I moaned.
"I know love, I feel it too."
Love?
"Don't stop," I pleaded, "you feel so good."
He growled as he thrust his hips into mine, creating friction for both of us. His lips moved to my neck as mine moved to his forehead. Sharing little, soft kisses as he continued his movements and I bucked into him.
"Jasper," he breathed, "You're so…beautiful." He panted into my ear before kissing and sucking my earlobe.
Did he just call me beautiful?
Yes!
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God…
I moaned into his ear before my lips moved to find his again. His lips attacked mine when they found each other. He kissed and nibbled my lips as I tried to keep moving against him.
My fingers threaded into his hair as I pulled him back for a second, taking in his face, his eyes – which were shining – his lips, swollen and beautiful, and his hair – chaotic yet perfect.
"You're so perfect," I breathed as he stared at me.
He smiled before crashing his lips against mine for a quick peck.
"Jasper," he paused his hips. "I don't want this to sound arrogant or forward. But I didn't like seeing you with Felix. At all. I don't want you to be with anyone else. I want you to be mine." He held my hips tightly in his hands.
I gasped quietly in shock. He wanted me to be his? What would that entail? I didn't know if I could do boyfriend status yet, I didn't know if I could trust someone again so completely. But if it was with Edward…
I took a deep breath. "I want to be yours," I said.
He grinned at me, "Will you be my boyfriend?"
When he noticed my expression, it was like he realised or remembered something.
"I promise we'll go slow. We'll go on a couple of dates, get to know each other. I want you to learn to trust me, as I want to try with you. Please Jazz," he whispered against my lips. "You'd make me the luckiest man alive, if you became my boyfriend. I want to be tied to you, only you. I'm yours anyway."
He's mine?
Fuck that sounded good.
Edward's mine.
Yeah, Edward's mine bitches!
His mine. Mine. MINE.
He smirked at me, probably because of my expression. "Okay," I said before I pecked him on the lips. But he didn't let me go, deepening the kiss, his tongue met mine again. "Mmhmm…don't. Wanna. Stop. Kissing. You," I let out whenever he allowed me to speak.
"So don't love."
There he goes with the love again.
I like it.
Suddenly, it was like we had choreographed our movements, as we both started to thrust and grind against each other again. Both hissing and moaning as our erections made contact again, rubbing against each other. Our jeans aiding in the friction.
"Fuck, Edward…I think I'm gonna…oh God."
"That's it baby, feel me against your cock. You like that don't you?" Edward moaned.
"Yesss," I breathed.
"You feel so good Jazzy. So fucking good."
Now normally, I don't like that nickname. Whenever Bella tried it out, I would always shut it down. But coming from Edward's mouth – pun intended – it sounded so good.
"Fffucckk me," I yelled, "Edward!"
"I plan to baby, I plan to," he growled as he kept his pace, letting me ride out my high.
I felt myself release inside my jeans as I thrust three more times. I sighed as I practically collapsed afterward. But as I noticed Edward was close, I moved against him, and shifted my hand to hold his denim covered cock. I stroked him through his jeans as my hips bucked up into him.
"That's it Edward. Come for me. Come for me so that you can fuck me later." I said.
He groaned as he pulled my hips closer with each of his thrusts. "You want to don't you?" I asked, "You wanna fuck me?"
"No," he groaned out, "I'm going to make love to you. And then I'm going to fuck you."
I gasped in shock, barely registering his scream of, "Jasper!" as he came. Because as I watched him detach himself, and felt him kiss me lightly before we both washed and cleaned ourselves off; I realised something.
In all of the two years that I was with Peter before he dumped me; he never once made love to me.
And now this gorgeous, beautiful man wanted our first time together to not be a fuck, but a meaningful, important act made together.
I smiled at him as I realised trusting Edward Cullen might be a lot easier than I thought.
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