Tapping my fingers against my thigh, I sat on my couch, waiting impatiently for Edward to arrive. It was a Tuesday and he was already ten minutes late, which was really fucking odd for him. I swear he had to have every thing set by a clock. The man didn't piss unless it was time to. Being late for anything was like breaking the fucking law in Edward's mind so the fact that he was late was making me fucking worry.
Yeah, I was fucking dick whipped. I had accepted it.
I didn't fucking like it, but I had accepted it.
The only nights we had to spend together was when Jacob went to his poker games. Two fucking nights together was all I got. I should have been pissed off or, at the very fucking least, upset that we had specific days that we could see each other. But I wasn't. My dumb ass actually got giddy every Tuesday and Thursday, practically counting down the fucking minutes until I could have him back in my bed again.
Ridiculous. I know.
I mean, sure, we saw each other every morning at the diner, as well as after he got off of work, but that was different. At the diner, I couldn't kiss him or touch him or tell him how much I wanted his cock down my throat just to see his sexy blush. As much as I enjoyed watching him eat and flirt with me from across the room, it was nothing compared to having him in my apartment, where I enjoyed watching his beautiful face contort in bliss as he came from my cock in his ass.
I probably should have felt bad for Jacob. I tried to not think much about the guy because every time I fucking did my heart would clench a bit at the time they got to spend together. Every minute Edward was with him was one less with me. Edward didn't talk about Jacob much, which was fucking fine with me, but Jacob seemed like a decent guy. But clearly he wasn't doing something right or Edward wouldn't have come to me to begin with. Why should I feel bad for someone who was careless enough to let a man like Edward slip away?
However, that didn't mean I wasn't upset about it, strictly for selfish reasons, of course. Edward had never mentioned leaving Jacob for me, but a part of me wished he would. Even if it was an empty promise, just fucking something to let me know he cared for me. I mean, I didn't need much, it wasn't like I was fucking in love with him or anything ...yet.
Fuck. Where was he?
Standing up, I walked away from my couch and the four steps to my kitchen, pacing back and forth in the small space as my agitation starting getting the best of me. He could have at least fucking called or text me, anything to let me know he wasn't coming. Not only was it fucking rude, it was also-
Knock.
My breath left me in a rush and I crossed the small space to my front door quickly, relieved and pissed off all at the same time. Wrenching the door open, all of my fucking agitation and anger left when I saw the apologetic look on his face.
Fucking hell, he was so beautiful.
"You fuckin' scared the shit out of me, Edward."
Stepping inside, he grabbed my hand and pulled me to him, his touch sending tingles up my arm. "I'm sorry, Jasper," he said sincerely, barely finishing the sentence before he lips met mine.
Over and over our lips met softly, the feeling leaving me so God damn dizzy that I couldn't even lift my arms to wrap them around him. Good damn thing though because when I parted my lips to deepen the kiss, Edward made a growling sound deep in his throat and before I could even register the fucking movement, he had slammed the door with his foot and spun me around.
Pushing me against the door, he took control and parted my lips with his tongue, shudders ripping through his body when my tongue met his.
Fuck. Assertive Edward was fucking hot.
Kissing me hard, his hands slipped into my hair, tugging it just how I fucking liked it and thrusting his hard cock into mine. My arms instinctively went around his waist, holding him tight against me as I met his thrust with a harder one of my own. Yeah, I could have easily fucking came just from that.
Panting, he broke the kiss, only to move his fucking talented to lips to my neck. I had expected a kiss, maybe even a fucking lick or something...what I wasn't expecting was for him to suddenly sink his teeth into my skin. Hard.
"Ung, fuck!" I cried, slamming my hips into his as the delicious, intense mixture of pleasure and pain shot straight to my cock.
Releasing my flesh from his teeth, he placed a gentle kiss on his mark before skimming his mouth to my ear, his hot breath against me giving me fucking goose bumps.
"Take me to your bedroom," he whispered, his voice deeper and fucking sexy as hell.
Hell yes.
I moved my hands from his waist to his hips and guided him backwards toward my bedroom. Our lips never left each other as he stumbled down the hallway and bumped into the door jam to my room.
"Fuck. Sorry," I mumbled against him and opened my eyes. When the back of his knees hit the edge of my bed, he stopped and broke the kiss. With his fucking sexy smirk on his face, he reached down and pulled his argyle sweater over his head, folded it and then put it on the chair in the corner. Seductively, he undid the buttons to his shirt one by fucking one.
I watched. I might have even fucking drooled.
When he reached the last one and the shirt fell open, I bit my lip as my eyes traveled from his smirk down his exposed chest. No one would ever fucking know that underneath those Clark Kent clothes he wore was the body of fucking Superman. Carved from steel and hotter than fuck. Sliding the shirt down his arms, he folded it and laid it on top of his sweater.
Even his OCfuckingD was a turn on.
I stared at his fucking hands while they unbuckled his belt and the button on his khakis. Just as he went to unzip them, he stopped.
Just fucking stopped.
"Are you going to…" he asked me, almost fucking blushing at asking me if I was going to get naked with him. As if I fucking wouldn't.
Eagerly, I nodded. "You just got me all fuckin' distracted and shit," I shrugged. With lightening speed, I had toed off my shoes, pulled off my socks and tee shirt and had my jeans at my ankles by the time his were even over his ass. After tugging them off my feet, I stood fucking naked and hard before him, a little fucking smug when I saw the look on his face at the fact that I had gone commando. He kicked his shoes off, making sure they were lined up right next to each other, before yanking off his socks and then he fucking finally let his pants fall to the floor.
He was all mine now.
For a few fucking precious seconds, we just stared at each other. I wondered what was going through his mind. Did he regret being there, or was he only concentrating on us?
Licking my lips, my hand curled around the back of his neck and I brought his mouth to mine. I could tell he wanted to bend over and pick up his pants but I was eager to get the show on the fucking road.
Our fucking time was limited.
"Leave 'em," I murmured as our lips met and my tongue instantly entered his mouth. Once they touched, his pants were long forgotten and his fucking moan made me forget to breath. Gasping, I pulled away and let my lips brush along his unshaven jaw on their way to his earlobe. His hands were on my ass, groping me, keeping me to him, our cocks getting reacquainted with their slick juices.
"Fuckin' smell so good," I groaned and I swear I felt the fucking heat of his blush.
"Lay down for me," he whispered against my lips, pushing my chest lightly until I fell back on the bed. "Spread your legs."
Spreading my legs, I watched as he grabbed the lube from my nightstand before climbing on the bed and settling between my legs. Popping open the lube, he coated his fingers and then smiled at me as he slipped his hand in between his long legs. At first, I thought he lubing his cock, which fucking freaked me out a bit because he knew I was strictly a top and he hadn't even put on a fucking condom but then I saw a grimace cross over his face before quickly turning to pleasure and I realized what he was doing.
He was preparing himself for my cock. That was easily the hottest fucking thing I had ever seen and I wasn't even actually seeing it but simply knowing was enough to make my cock ache with need.
Then he started licking the head of my cock, never closing his lips around me, just teasing me with his talented mouth.
I was torn between telling him to deep throat my fucking cock or turn around and let me watch as he fingered himself. The decision was made for me when he nipped at my head with his teeth, my eyes rolling back in my head as I gripped his hair hard, his moan of approval fucking shooting down my cock.
Panting, I watched as his pouty lips slid down my dick, his gorgeous face showing his pleasure as he continued to prepare himself for my cock. Gritting my teeth, I could already feel my balls tightening and I had to close my eyes, the sensual sight in front of me quickly pushing me to the fucking edge. Just as I was about to stop him, he released my cock and sat up, his eyes so fucking dark with desire, it made me shiver.
Grabbing a condom from the nightstand, he ripped it open and rolled it down my length, staring at my cock like he wanted to fucking devour me. His cheeks were flushed and he was panting, licking his parted lips as he coated my cock with lube.
"You're so beautiful," he mumbled, almost to himself before glancing up at my face. It wasn't the first time I had been called that, I knew it was true but the way he said it made my stomach flip. How could he even fucking think about me being beautiful when he was there, looking like some Greek god or something.
I was nothing compared to him. In more ways than just appearance.
Straddling my hips, one of his hands braced against my chest as the other guided me towards his hole. And fuck, he had me so God damn worked up, I was afraid I was going to come as soon as I was in him. Using his weight, he sat on my cock, stopping with only my head inside him and I groaned. It just felt so fucking good. He didn't move right away, choosing to tug and twist my nipple rings and clench his muscles so tightly around my cock it took my fucking breath away.
Fuck, I'm gonna lose it.
"Sugar, you're gonna make me-" I cut off with a low growl as he clenched around me again. My hands came up to grip his hips hard. "Oh fuck, Edward, you have to move...feels so God damn good. I'm not gonna last..."
He had me worked up so much that I wasn't even ashamed that I was acting like a fucking teenager. He was so damn good and judging by the slight smirk on his face, he fucking knew it.
Finally, fucking finally, he slid all the way down my cock, so fucking slowly, clamping his muscles around me every so often until I was fully sheathed in his tight ass.
"Oh, God, Jasper...feels so..." he panted, throwing his head back and digging his nails into my pecs.
"I know," I replied, sliding my hands up his defined stomach and chest to play with his nipples.
Being inside him, feeling him all around me just got better and better each time. The way he responded to my every touch, my every movement was the sexiest thing I had ever seen and I would never get enough of it.
Rocking his hips, he began riding my cock, leaning down so that his chest was flush with mine and burying his face in my neck. I brought my hands to his soft hair, tugging his face back to mine and capturing his sweet lips. Languidly, we kissed as he made the slightest rocking movements with his hips, not enough to get us off but enough to drive us into a fucking frenzy.
When I couldn't take it anymore, I broke the kiss and moved to his ear, biting it softly before whisper, "Ride my cock, sugar."
Shivering, he sat up and looked at me with smoldering eyes, circling his hips and smiling when I whimpered.
He was fucking teasing me. It was definitely a side of Edward I had never seen before. I had always been the playful, teasing one while he had sat back and blushed and hid his face. But this time, he was actually taunting me.
And I was fucking loving it.
That didn't mean I wasn't going to tease him back.
Good for the fucking goose is good for the fucking gander and all that shit.
Grasping his hard cock, I swirled my thumb around the head, gathering up his leaking precum and, looking up at him through my lashes, brought it to my mouth and sucked it off. His breath fucking hitched and he moaned softly, his eyes falling shut and rocking his hips more insistently.
"Ready to stop teasing me now, sugar?" I asked, gripping his hips again to still his movements.
Biting his lip, he made a low whining noise in his throat and nodded rapidly, subtly shifting his hips to try to get me to move. Fuck, I wanted to bite his lip for him.
Giving in, I planted my feet flat on the bed and started thrusting up, the shocks of pleasure spreading throughout me each time I slid back into him. Responsive as ever, Edward's noises changed from soft moans and whimpers to grunts and deep groans. His hands never stayed still; tugging at my nipple rings, caressing my stomach, scraping his nails down my chest.
But never once, did he touch his cock.
Moving one hand from his hip, I began playing with the head of his dick, teasing his slit and fingering the ridge around it, never fully gripping or stroking him. I could feel him pulsing though, signaling that he was getting close and I silently thanked God because I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold out. I was too fucking worked up from his teasing me with his beautiful body.
And then, fuck me, Edward started talking dirty and I knew I was done for.
"God, Jasper...I think about this all the time...how you fill me up so perfectly, so deep and hot and...ohhhh, Jazz..."
It wasn't dirty by my standards but it was dirty for him and my cock seemed to like it a lot, throbbing and swelling as I tried to hold back my orgasm.
"Edward, sugar, I won't last much longer...come on, fuckin' come for me, please," I pleaded.
Shaking his head, he proceeded to bounce on my cock hard and fast, twisting my nipple rings at the same time and I felt it building. I was going to come and there was no fighting it back.
"Come inside me, Jazz..."
And I fucking exploded.
Grasping his hips so tightly that my knuckles turned white, I thrust hard into him quickly three more times before it hit me full force, squeezing my eyes shut and practically fucking roaring. It seemed to last for-fucking-ever, my entire body rigid as I rode it out, the usual string of curse words leaving my mouth.
Finally, I came back to fucking Earth and I opened my eyes to see Edward, still very aroused but smiling widely, pleased that he had given me such an intense orgasm.
"God damn..." I panted, reaching up to grab his dick so I could return the favor. Once again, he shook his head and lifted up, holding the condom as he slid off my deflating cock before tossing it in the garbage can next to my bed.
Crawling forward on his knees, he straddling my chest and grabbed his cock, rubbing it across my parted lips and I realized what he wanted, why he hadn't let me stroke him while he rode me.
He wanted me to suck him off.
Fuck. Yes.
"Please," he begged, staring down at me with half hooded eyes and looking sexy as fuck. He had said 'please' like there was a chance I would've said no.
Swiping my tongue across his slit, I kept my eyes on his as I lapped at his cock, smirking when I felt a shudder run through his body. Bracing one hand against the headboard, he weaved his other hand into my hair, his blunt nails scratching my scalp as I gripped his ass and pushed him forward. His cock slid into my mouth and when I swallowed around his head, Edward whimpered and clenched his eyes shut, tucking his chin to his chest and panting heavily.
Hollowing out my cheeks, I sucked hard, enjoying the steady flow of salty precum that hit my taste buds. Opening his eyes again, I watched as they rolled back and he moaned. "So beautiful when you suck me...yeah, I'm coming..." he cried, thrusting into my mouth as I felt the first spurt hit the back of my throat.
Gripping my hair tightly, he grunted as each wave of his orgasm rocked his entire fucking body, shuddering forcefully. When his orgasm subsided, I continued sucking until he softened in my mouth, chuckling when he pulled back and collapsed next to me on the bed.
"Damn, sugar," I exclaimed breathlessly, pulling him into my side and kissing his fucking crazy beautiful hair. My body felt like liquid as the relaxation washed over me, a comfortable vibration coursing through me from his closeness.
Instead of replying, he buried his face into my shoulder and groaned lightly. Confused, I nudged my shoulder and asked him to look at me. When he didn't, I shifted, rolling on to my side and pushing him to his back so I could see his face. He kept his eyes closed but that sexy as fuck, unmistakable blush was covering his already flushed cheeks and down his chest.
He was blushing now?
He had just fucked me stupid, talked dirty and made me swallow his come and he's blushing now?
"Edward? What's wrong, sugar?"
Opening his eyes, he looked at me and his embarrassment was written all over his face. Embarrassment for what, I had no fucking idea but it was pretty fucking cute nonetheless.
"I- I've never...I mean, that wasn't..." he cut himself off, closing his eyes again and sighing heavily, "I'm usually not so...bold. In case you haven't noticed." His voice was barely above a whisper and I wanted to fucking laugh at his insanity and hug him all at the same time.
A hug? What the fuck is wrong with me?
"Edward, look at me." He didn't open his eyes. "Sugar, c'mon, look at me, please."
He finally listened, opening his eyes and, if possible, blushing even harder. Leaning down, I brushed my lips across his for a moment before trailing them over his cheek and up to his ear, enjoying the way his breathing accelerated again from my light touch.
"That was the hottest fuckin' thing I have ever seen, sugar. Trust me when I say that you have absolutely no reason to be embarrassed," I whispered honestly. "You made me come so fuckin' hard." I finished by nibbling on his ear and I was pretty sure the blush I knew he was sporting was sure to stain his cheeks.
Turning his head, he captured my lips in a heated kiss, rolling on his side and slipping his hand over my waist so that his hand rested right above my ass. I returned it eagerly, slipping my knee between his and pulling him as close as possible. I'm not sure how long we stayed that way, kissing and caressing, just fucking enjoying each other. Nothing had ever felt so perfect as his sweat slicked body against my own, his fucking sweet lips on mine and his hands roaming my bare back.
It was fucking perfect.
Finally, we separated and he buried his face in my neck, sighing happily when I kissed his hair and rested my head on his.
"I'm sorry I scared you earlier," he muttered.
I swallowed hard against the sarcastic comment that was fighting its way up my throat. I wanted to be pissed that he had made me worry but I just couldn't. I was too happy, too content to let my anger and insecurities get the best of me.
"It's okay, sugar. It's just not like you to fuckin' be late, you know?" I said softly, pulling back so I could look into his eyes. "Where were you?" I asked, already feeling like an ass for it because it wasn't really any of my fucking business but I couldn't stop myself.
I should have known I would regret asking. Curiosity killed the cat, after all.
"You really don't want me to answer that, Jasper," he replied, his voice guarded and his eyes dropping so that he was staring at my chest, his entire body went rigid.
Or curiosity ripped the cat's heart out and stomped on it before killing it.
"Yeah, I do."
Silence. That was all I got for a long time before he finally raised his eyes back to mine, searching them for a long while before he grimaced and spoke. "Jake he...uh..." he stopped, swallowing numerous times before continuing."He...needed me."
Way to fucking ruin the mood.
So why didn't I tell him to get out right then? Why didn't I tell him that I was done being his piece on the side and make him leave?
Because he was Edward and I was utterly and totally fucking whipped. I pushed aside my hurt feelings and told the voice inside my head to shut the fuck up. He was here, with me, in my arms and that was all that fucking mattered.
I just nodded and kissed him again, feeling his tense posture relax as I moved my lips with his.
I fucked him three more times that night, each time ignoring the tick fucking tock of the clock that reminded me he would soon have to go back to...have to go home.
Ridiculous. I know.
What the fuck was I doing?
I was Jasper fucking Whitlock and instead of ringing in the New Year with my dick buried inside some hot twink, I was sitting at home, drowning my sorrows in Budweiser and watching some cheesy fucking New Years Eve 'let's watch the ball drop and act interested' show on television.
Why?
Fucking Edward.
Of course, we couldn't spend New Years Eve together, he had to spend it with...him. I didn't have any right to be upset, I was the "other man", I didn't have any rights but, God damn it should've been me he was kissing at fucking midnight.
My heart stopped when my phone rang, Hank Williams Jr. ringing throughout my quiet apartment and I couldn't help the fucking feeling of hope I felt.
Please be Edward.
It wasn't but I smiled nonetheless.
"Hey, babe," I answered, smiling even bigger when I heard Seth's laugh.
"Hey, Jazzy. Long time no talk, asshole."
After taking another swig of my beer, I laughed. "Yeah, well, been busy, asshole and I didn't see you blowing my phone up." I retorted, though I noticed it sounded kind of slurred.
"Are you drunk?" he asked with a chuckle.
Looking at the half full bottle in my hand and then numerous empty bottles on the table in front of me, I mumbled, "No."
Seth wasn't fucking buying it. "Bullshit, fucker. You're wasted. Why are you sitting at home?"
Fuck.
"How the hell did you know I was home?"
"I can hear Dick Clark on your TV."
There was no use denying, might as well get it over with. "Just didn't feel like partying tonight. Why are you?" I shot back.
"Same," he said in quiet voice.
I knew it was bullshit but I didn't feel like calling him out on it.
Propping my feet up on my coffee table, I slouched down and sipped my beer, sighing softly once I finished.
"Remember the last New Year's Eve we spent together?" he asked quietly.
Even in my ridiculously drunk state, I could remember it like it was fucking yesterday.
Lying in the bed of Seth's old truck, wrapped in thick blankets, we watched the fireworks blast in the sky as the New Year approached. We were parked in the middle of an empty field, a thick line of trees blocking us from nearby neighborhood, though we could still the fireworks exploding in the sky.
It was perfect. We could still enjoy the festivities and not have to hide our affections.
Flat on my back, I ignored the uncomfortable and fucking cold metal that was under me, instead focusing on Seth as he snuggled into my side. His long arm draped over my chest and one of his legs thrown over mine, he nuzzled his face into my neck, kissing me softly every now and then as we enjoyed a comfortable silence. Seth's higher than normal body temperature plus the blankets kept us relatively warm even though we were both only in tee-shirts and blue jeans.
"Jasper?"
"Hmm?"
"Promise me we'll be doing this exact same thing next New Year's Eve. That, whether we're here or in New York City, we'll be together," he whispered, his fingers dancing over my chest.
I laughed, running my fingers through his long hair. "Babe, you know good and damn well my ass will never be in New York. Those fuckin' Yankees could never handle me."
Laughing, he propped himself up on one elbow and kissed me. After a few long moments, he broke away from my mouth, kissing his way across my face and down my neck. My body responded instantly, ragged breaths escaping me as my cock hardened in my pants.
"I want you, Jazzy," he whispered, his voice full of need as he palmed me through my jeans.
"Babe, it's a little fuckin' co-" My words cut off as a deep groan rumbled from my chest, his hand slipping under the loose waistband of my pants and into my underwear to finger the ridge of my cock. I could never tell him no, much less when he was working me so perfectly.
Reaching down, I pulled on the edge of his tee and he sat up, removing his hand from my dick and ripping his shirt over his head. His nipples pebbled instantly as the cold air hit them but I didn't get a chance to lick and suck and bite them like I wanted because he started lifting my shirt up as well.
He, however, did take the time to lick and suck and bite my nipples, driving me fucking crazy before finally letting me lean up a bit to take it off. As soon as the shirt was discarded, his fingers trailed down my abs and began unbuttoning my jeans.
Sitting up, I reclined against the back window, lifting my hips to help him pull my jeans and underwear off. Hissing as the cold metal hit my bare skin; I grabbed one of the discarded blankets and draped it around my back and shoulders, raising myself up again to slide the excess under my ass. Seth put the blanket around his shoulders before he crawled towards me, completely nude, and kissed my thighs.
Licking the tip of my cock, he closed his mouth around me, sucking just the head hard and I groaned, flexing up so that I could slip deeper into his hot mouth. He took the hint and started sucking in earnest as I brought my hands to the top of his head, not guiding or pushing, merely resting as my eyes rolled back from the pure pleasure. All too soon, as fucking usual, he had brought to the brink and I knew I needed to stop him right then if I wanted any chance at fucking him.
"Babe, if you don't stop, I'll be comin' down your throat," I warned, already breathing quickly as I fought to reign in my desire.
Pulling off my dick, he placed one last firm kiss to my head before sitting up and straddling my calves, grabbing the condom and pack of lube and ripping it open. After putting it on me, he poured the lube into his hands and brought them to his mouth, letting his hot breath fan over them in hopes of ridding some of the chill. I smiled at his thoughtfulness, though it was just as much for him as it was for me but that didn't matter.
Scooting forward, he straddled my hips and wrapped the blanket around him tighter, flashing me a sweet smile as he braced a palm on my chest. Positioning me at his entrance, he took just the tip and then backed off. Taking a little more each time, I watched hungrily as he stretched himself with my dick, my hands ghosting over his collarbones and down over his chest, rubbing his nipples with the rough pads of my thumbs.
I had to concentrate solely on him or I would have fucking came the minute he started.
As he slid down my cock, I fought the strong fucking urge to thrust up, to just fucking bury myself in his tight warmth but Seth was running the show so I waited. As soon as my thighs hit his ass, he groaned deeply and threw his head back, his long hair slipping off his shoulders to drape down his back. He didn't move while he adjusted to me, his muscles clenching tightly around me and driving me fucking insane with need.
He looked so fucking gorgeous in that moment. The moonlight and fading colors from the fireworks playing in his black hair, his long neck on display for me as his head stayed tipped back, his toned chest rising and falling with quick breaths, white smoke puffing out of his parted lips towards the sky with each one.
And when he finally raised his head to meet my gaze again, I saw raw lust in his eyes. Light brown with specks of hazel and outlined in thick black lashes, his eyes were fucking beautiful, for lack of a better word. I had spent many nights getting lost in those eyes, much like I was right then. Especially when he looked at me like that, needy and wanting me, begging for what only I could give him.
Panting heavily, his hands slid up my chest, stopping briefly to play with my nipples before moving up my neck to tangle in my hair. "C'mere," he whispered breathlessly, pulling me forward until our chests touched, his rigid cock trapped between our stomachs.
He still hadn't moved but the adjustment in our position made my cock slip out of him just a fraction before we settled, once again burying myself deep inside him. The blanket had slipped off my bare shoulders, gathering in the middle of my back but the chilled air felt fucking wonderful against my overheated skin. Slipping my arms under his, I pulled him closer, one palm flat against his muscular back and the other sliding up to his neck so I could grasp his silky hair.
His lips met mine softly. "I love the way you feel inside me," he declared against my mouth, circling his hips, eliciting a soft growl of pleasure from me. "And I love the noises you make for me." He lifted his ass slightly before dropping back down again, my hand tightening in his hair in response. "Fuck me, Jazzy."
Kissing him again, I slid my hands down to his ass, grabbing two handfuls and lifting him up slowly until just the head of my cock was in him, holding him there for a moment before pulling him back down, enjoying the fucking sweet whimper he let out. I repeated the motion a few times before moving my hands to his hips, gripping tightly so I could move him faster. My body felt like it was on fire, the slow pace driving me insane when I just wanted to fuck him into oblivion but that was what he wanted so I was going to give it to him.
He broke the kiss with a moan. "God, the way you make me feel..." His sentence cut off as he grunted, his body fucking trembling in my arms when I hit the wonderful spot inside him. My cock throbbed as I picked up the pace, his hands moving from my hair to grasp my shoulders so he could move with me.
"Fuck, babe..." I sighed, resting my forehead against his and closing my eyes, focusing on how fucking good his ass felt gliding up and down my dick.
More fireworks went off overhead, the loud noise mixing with our panting breaths and dirty words. I was getting close and by the way his body was shaking, I could tell he was too so I moved one of my hands from his hip to slip between our bodies to stroke his cock but his pleading voice stopped me. "Don't, Jazzy," he whimpered. "I'll come."
"I'm fuckin' close too, babe. I'm gonna come with you."
The familiar burn started in my thighs as I shook, trying to hold back until he came but I wasn't sure if I was going to fucking make it. He just felt so God damn good.
Stroking his cock hard and fast, I ran my thumb over his slit, knowing how fast that brought him to the fucking edge.
"Jazzy...Oh, fuck, Jasper..." he cried, his hot cum shooting out and covering our stomachs as I continued to stroke him, fucking loving the way he looked when he came. With a slack jaw, and clamped eyes, he dug his fingernails into my skin as he grinded his hips hard into me, his entire body tense.
Fucking gorgeous.
Slumping heavily against me, he kissed my neck softly, murmuring words too low for me to hear before bracing his hands on my shoulders and lifting himself again, slamming back down so hard it took my breath away. "Come on, Jazzy. I want to watch you come," he encouraged, his hot breath panting in my ear as he continued to bounce on my cock.
Growling, I let go off his softening cock and gripped his hips again, thrusting into him hard once, twice and I was fucking coming hard just as another round of fireworks flashed in the sky. Clenching and tightening, my body released the tension wave after wave into the condom; his fingers twisting my nipple only prolonged the intense pleasure.
We stayed that way for as long as possible, my spent cock slipping from his warmth and the fireworks ceasing long before we let go of each other. As I held him, we talked softly about what our future would hold, what he wanted to do for a living and where I wanted to go school. Even though some of our choices didn't always match, one thing always remained the same.
We would be together.
"Fuck, Jazzy, just thinking about it makes me hard," he groaned and I heard shuffling through the phone.
Shifting, I reached down to squeeze my twitching cock, the images of our previous acts and the deep rumble of his voice turning me on at a rapid fucking pace. "Seth, babe..." I sighed, a war raging inside. Part of me felt wrong about where it was headed, which would have been me getting off to the sound of his voice as he jerked his dick, almost like I would have been cheating.
Wow.
I almost laughed out loud at the ridiculous thought. Cheating on the man who was cheating on his partner with me. Is that even fucking possible?
But on the other hand, my cock was fucking hard and I was horny as fuck. Edward certainly wouldn't be helping me with that problem so why not have a little fun with Seth? He was willing and wanting and there. Well, as much as he could have been being states away.
"Remember how good it used to be? I do. I think about it all the fuckin' time," he confessed, sounding slightly out of breath.
Closing my eyes, I palmed my cock harder as memory after memory emerged.
Seth on his knees, my hands in his long black hair as he sucked me off.
Bending him over the bed, watching as my cock slipped in and out of his tight ass.
Seth riding me, his nails scraping at my back and his teeth sinking into my neck.
"I remember," I gasped as I traced the head of my cock through my jeans.
Just as I was about to free my cock from my way to fucking tight jeans, I heard a beep in my ear, signaling that I had a text message. "What the fuck..." I mumbled, pulling the phone away from ear and hitting accept.
I was definitely not fucking prepared for what I saw.
It was a picture of Edward, a sweet smile on his face as he stood in the mirror of what I assumed was a bathroom. Under the picture was a text.
'Just wanted you to know that I am thinking of you and wishing I was there to kiss you senseless at midnight. Happy New Year, Jasper. Yours, Edward.'
Oh.
An unfamiliar tightening happened in my chest as I read his message over and over, looking at his picture as I fought the urge to call him and return the sentiment. Call him and tell him how much I fucking missed him and how bad I wanted him with me in that moment.
Seth's faint voice calling my name snapped me out of my pity party and I quickly brought the phone back to my ear. "Seth?"
"What was that?" he asked.
I hesitated. Knowing that he would want to continue the conversation where I had abruptly ended it, I tried to figure out how I could tell him that I couldn't do it. I mean, that text had proven that Edward did care for me, no matter how small of a gesture it was. He felt something for me and doing anything with Seth, even something as small as fucking phone sex would have been wrong.
I just couldn't do that to Edward.
Before I could answer, Seth spoke again. "Ah. That was him, wasn't it?"
"I'm sorry, babe...I just..."I trailed off, not really fucking sure how to verbalize what I was feeling.
"No...just don't, okay? It's fine." He sounded anything but fine and, once again, I felt like a huge fucking asshole.
Running a hand through my hair roughly, I took a deep breath and tried again to make it right. "Seth...look, it's not you, okay? You know how much-"
"Seriously, Jazzy. Don't. Just...just talk to me for awhile?"
As if I would deny him that.
I tried to act okay, engage in normal conversation and act like everything was perfectly fucking fine when it was anything but.
I was hurting, literally fucking hurting, because I had just almost used the only person in the world that truly cared for me to distract me from the fact that Edward wasn't with me. I was hurting because the one I wanted didn't want me, didn't physically need me the way I needed him. He was off with his fucking partner while I sat at home hurting.
Fucking pathetic.
And Seth. There were so many fucking things I felt for him and none of them were enough. I had basically admitted that Edward meant more to me than he did and what hurt even more was that Seth knew it and didn't care. Whatever it took to make me feel better or safe or wanted, he was there for me and I had almost fucking...
Fuck, I was such a fucking asshole.
We talked for a long while, longer than we had talked in months about nothing and everything. The only topic we really avoided was Edward and my family. He still mentioned my mother in passing, telling me he saw her again at Billy's but let it drop when I didn't try to press for further information.
I was fucking depressed enough; I didn't need to think about her on top of it.
Finally, the conversation lulled and we quieted, both of us seemingly lost in our own thoughts. As much as I had enjoyed talking to Seth, I fucking missed Edward and I was silently hoping that he would call.
But he didn't.
"God, I miss you," Seth whispered suddenly, his voice fierce and breaking on the last word, the conviction I heard making my stomach twist painfully. He was so God damn sweet and caring and I was a fucking prick.
And, of course, I missed him too. More than I could ever express in words but I was too much of a fucking coward to admit it. If I would have let the conversation go any further, I wouldn't have been able to handle any declarations he might have made.
I wasn't entirely sure I would have been able to return them either.
Chuckling nervously, I did what I do best. "You just miss my dick."
Of course, he took the hint and laughed it off. We quieted again, only the sound of our soft breathing before he spoke again.
"Happy New Year, Jazzy."
"Happy New Year, babe."
If it was so fucking happy, then why the hell did I feel so God damn guilty?
They say that whatever you are doing at midnight on New Years Eve is what you will be doing the next year.
Well, two thousand and ten wasn't looking so fucking bright.
