A/N:

Hey lovely ladies! ... hmmm, do any guys read this story?

Anywho, for those of you who are fans of Bella's Dirty Notebook, but don't have it on alert, I'm now continuing it and chapter two has been posted! I know, it's about time, huh? :-P Be sure to check it out... after you read and review this chapter, of course :-D

Oh yeah, for future reference, look at this chart. Figure D (remove the spaces)

http:/www . spaceandmotion . com/Images/sexology/tantra-sexual-positions . jpg

'Tis all.

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"Jasper, can you come here, please?"

I know he suspects something is up because my tone is as sweet as a Boy George lollipop.

Jasper joins me in the bathroom a few seconds later, looking suspicious. And he should, because what I have planned isn't gonna be fun... Well, it won't be fun for him. I, on the other hand, will be tap dancing on the inside.

"Hey, babe!" I smile brightly.

He gives me the side eye. "What are you up to? What's behind your back?"

I gasp and bring my free hand to my throat, feigning shock. "I'm offended! I just wanted to say 'hi' to my boyfriend. Why do you always think I'm up to something?"

"Because ninety-eight percent of the time, you are. Now, what's behind your back?"

"It's a surprise. Take off your pants and underwear."

"Shit, baby, you don't have to tell me twice."

He's naked from the bottom down before the sentence is even finished.

"Now, close your eyes."

His eyes quickly squeeze shut.

"No peeking, Whitlock."

"I won't."

Poor thing. I'm pretty positive that he thinks he's about to get a little oral stimulation. There have been plenty of times when I told him to drop trou so I could suck him off because honestly, that cock of his is too yummy not to suck it at random.

Too bad for him that now is not one of those times.

I get down on my knees, quietly taking out my tools and setting them on the floor at his feet.

"Okay, open!"

Aw, he looks so confused.

"What? I thought—what is this shit?"

"It's time to collect my prize."

"Prize?"

"Washing my car in a string bikini..."

"What the fuck does this shit have to do with that?"

He looks pretty belligerent now that he knows a blowjob isn't in his immediate future.

"Well, you can't wear a string bikini with pubes hangin' out every which way. You need to be groomed."

"I ain't no goddamn poodle, Bella. I'm a man, damn it and men don't groom!"

"It'll be fine, Jas. Besides," I run my fingers up the bare skin on his calves. "Being bare will make sex better. And it'll make your cock look bigger—not that it's small or anything, because it's pretty damn massive."

I can see the wheels turning in his head as I look up at him with puppy dog eyes.

"Fine, damn it, but you better not scorch any layers of skin off Screech with that hot-ass wax."

Screech is what Jasper had recently named his schlong. He chose the name because, not only does he have a cultish fascination with Saved by the Bell, but apparently his dick has turned me into a one of those annoying porno-sounding chicks. I'd hit him on the chest when he told me this, but I couldn't deny it, because that shit was true. In my defense, it's almost impossible not to scream and moan when you're having the best orgasms in the history of orgasms. Multiple times. Jasper's enchanted peen could bring me out of a coma, I swear.

"Don't worry, I won't burn you—" He gives me a warning look and I roll my eyes. "Or Screech."

Jasper still looks apprehensive and nervous as hell, so I smile sweetly at him to silently reassure that he'll be fine, before reaching for the applicator and dipping it into the wax.

"Ready?"

"Yeah."

He flinches when the warm wax touches his skin. "It's okay, see? It's not that hot."

Now it's time for the strip.

I pick one up and smooth it over a small patch of hair, making sure each little pube has adhered.

"Okay, ready?"

He nods his head and I yank the strip as soon as he gives the okay.

"Mfffph!"

His hands are fisted at his side and his face is scrunched up all cute-like.

"You okay?"

"Just... hurry up."

So I do. I continue with the routine of wax on, strip, strip off. And while I'm certainly enjoying the view, I didn't expect to enjoy it so thoroughly.

Wax on, strip, strip off.

I'd planned on taking joy from Jasper's pain, on having a jolly good time while he writhed in pain. But for some reason the fact that his peen would be dangling in my face, looking all royally awesome and shit never occurred to me. It's just there.

In my face.

Why didn't I think of this before?

Wax on, strip, strip off.

With each jerk of his body, that cock moves and sways so damn deliciously.

This is supposed to be about revenge and I can't even concentrate enough to bask in his misery. And the grunts. Oh, the grunts. They sound so damn sexy. Every time I pull a strip, he grunts. Every time he grunts, my panties disintegrate a little. And I have to swallow the saliva gathering under my tongue. And stop myself from engulfing that cock in my mouth.

Wax on, strip, strip off.

Fifteen minutes in and I'm about to spontaneously combust. Jasper's body is tensed, pronouncing every muscle of his abs. His fists are clenched, arms bulging, veins prominent. He's radiating so much fucking hotness right now and doesn't even know it. Thank fuck his eyes are squeezed shut because he can always tell when I'm horny and I don't want him to have the satisfaction.

Wax on, strip, strip off.

Sexy bastard.

I'm finally almost finished. Just two more strips and I'll be done.

You can do this, Bella. Just don't pay attention to the peen.

Wax on, strip, strip off.

His hips twitch and I, in turn, jump back, startled as hell when his dick whacks my cheek.

I look up ready to give him a piece of my mind, but his face is still stuck in that scrunched-up, cute mode.

He didn't even realize he did it.

I shrug and continue.

Wax on, strip, strip off.

Once I'm finished, I grab some aloe vera gel and massage it into his reddened skin while admiring my work.

Big mistake.

His peen looks so... magnificent, succulent, huge and hard.

It looks incredible.

Jasper's hips jolt again and I know that this time it was definitely on purpose because he's smirking down at me and his eyes are full of mischief.

I decide to fuck with him a little. The thought of Jasper having blue balls while he's stuck washing my car is pretty damn funny. Plus, I'll get to do what I've been wanting to do for about half an hour.

Suck that peen.

While looking up at him, I gently grab his cock and teasingly, softly lick my way around his bulging head, teasing the very tip with a few flicks of my tongue.

Jasper's hand moves to the back of my head, his eyes devouring every single thing I do and after a few seconds, he slowly wets his bottom lip with his tongue.

Fuuuuck.

I wrap my lips around the tip, twirling my tongue to moisten the skin while working my way down. We both moan when he's in as far as he will go and I gently drag my teeth across his shaft as I move back to the tip, sucking in my cheeks as I go.

He hisses and the hand that was resting on my head is now gripping the hell out of my hair. I moan around him and take him deeper, using my tongue to caress every inch that I can reach.

Each time I come back to the peak, I tease it for a few seconds, licking and sucking and nipping on his most sensitive skin.

"Fuck, Bella. Shit, don't stop."

His body is radiating heat and our breathing has quickened, each intake of air full of frenzied need.

My clit is throbbing between my legs, becoming more desperate for stimulation with each groan and growl that escapes from Jasper's lips.

This was supposed to be a tease—I really should stop. But I can't. I can't get enough of the way he pulses in my mouth when he's close, or the way he reverently whispers my name right before he comes, or the fact that I can literally bring this incredible man to his knees with just a few flicks of my tongue.

No, I can't stop.

Fuck.

His knees begin to wobble, gasps of air escaping in a rush and I know he's so exceedingly close. I suck harder, faster, take him deeper while working my hand up and down in tandem.

I lower my free hand to my clit, thankful that there's only a little pair of boy shorts in my way. Shoving my fingers past the waistband, I gasp at the sensation as soon as my fingertips come in contact with the swollen nerve. I immediately begin pressing and circling and rubbing to the rhythm that my hand is making at the base of Jasper's thick shaft.

My moans are now rivaling his—we're both almost there.

"Oh fuck. Are you...? Oh shit... Bella..."

His body stiffens as a bitter, hot stream shoots into my mouth and I relax my throat, trying not to gag as I swallow. I'm on my back in the blink of an eye, Jasper's eyes full of fire as he hovers over me.

"You touched yourself..."

"Yes," I'm panting and needy, so fucking needy I'm writhing my sex against his strong thigh.

"You've never done that before..." His eyes are full of wonder and erotic thirst.

"I know." I continue my writhing while lowering my hand to where it needs to be, stroking and tapping, each sensation more gratifying than the last. I don't care about the sounds I'm making or the way my face looks or how my hips are moving, I'm frantic. So fucking desperate.

"Holy shit."

My eyes flutter open to see Jasper gawking at me with wide, hungry eyes. He wets his bottom lip and my hips jerk as soon as I see his glistening tongue. I feel a slightly painful tugging and realize that my panties are being ripped off, the distinct sound reverberating around the room.

Never taking his eyes from mine, Jasper grabs my busy hand, brings it to his mouth and lewdly wraps his tongue around each finger before lifting both of my hands above my head, securing my wrists in his grip. And I feel him, hard as steel against my stomach.

Lucky for me, my Jas needs very little recovery time when he's really horny.

He's hovering over me, his heavy weight a soothing comfort. His tip is at my entrance, teasing me, tormenting me, repeatedly sliding the head in before retreating. I'm gasping for air, needing to feel him, needing release.

"Jasper... oh fuck... please."

He lifts one of my legs, kissing my calf tenderly before resting it on his shoulder and leaning forward.

"You want more, baby?" His tip is teasing again, barely moving inside of me.

"Yes. More." My body is flaming, alive and on the brink.

His hips heave and I gasp as I feel all of him in me, stretching me. He's surging in and out, his long, hard, purposeful strokes making me scream his name as my orgasm pummels through my body, releasing waves of ecstasy.

He pulls out and quickly lowers his face to my sex, taking no mercy as his tongue wildly flicks my clit.

"Oh... fuck!"

My eyes squeeze shut as his fingers push inside of me, pulsing in and out, pressing against that magical spot as his tongue licks and circles in that special way that makes my heart stutter.

No sound is released as my body clenches, back arching off of the tiled floor as bolts of pleasure thrash from my core.

I'm flipped around like a rag doll, my face buried in the fluffy bathroom rug as he quickly enters me again in one powerful thrust. I call his name, arching my back as much as possible to feel more.

I feel my skin give as he tightly grips my hips, roughly pulling me back onto his length while he pushes into me. He leans forward, pressing his torso flat against my back, his thrusts becoming more urgent and shallow as he bites and licks my shoulders.

I feel his body tense behind me as he comes with a roar and it's the sexiest fucking sound I've ever heard. As he gently pushes my back, I flatten my body onto the floor while he continues moving inside of me.

"You gotta come again, baby."

He grabs my arms and pulls, lifting my chest off of the floor, my back arching as he lunges ferociously into me.

This new angle is unreal. With each movement, he's brushing against that spot and my body is immediately heating, thrill blooming as his grip on my forearms tightens.

"Come, damn it."

I feel him beginning to soften and immediately know that he wants me to get one more orgasm in before he's completely limp. He still feels so deliriously good, my head is swimming, my body is damp and I'm so close.

He pulls my arms, making my back arch even more and his tip pushes right into that spot and I'm electrified. I'm seeing stars, and nonsensical screams pour out of my mouth as I let go and experience the best orgasm of my life.

Before I can fully bask in the magnitude of my orgasm, I feel warmth running down the insides of my thighs. And I'm mortified.

Oh, my fucking God.

Did I just piss myself?

Jasper lets go of my arms and collapses on top of me while I pray that I melt into the floor and disappear through the cracks in the grout. I seriously wanna cry right now.

I feel his lips against the nape of my neck as he catches his breath. "Holy fuck, that was so hot, Bella."

I stay quiet. If he doesn't know that I peed while in the throes of passion, I'm damn sure not telling him. Hell. No.

"I can't believe you squirted. Goddamn."

Squirted?

Like a porno?

"Squirted? Like a porno?" I shake my head at my lack of verbal filter.

"Yeah. So fuckin' sexy." He grinds his now hardening cock into my ass.

Wow. No wonder it felt different than other orgasms. It was really, really fucking good.

I don't know what I'm more happy about—squirting like a pro or the fact that it's love juice and not piss that's running down my legs.

Hmm... think I'm gonna go with squirting on this one. That was pretty fucking awesome.

I crane my neck around to look at him, pushing my ass back onto Screech. "I want more."

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A/N:

Um, I know I said that the bikini car wash would be in this chapter, but Jasper and Bella took over and things just didn't work out the way I planned. This was not what I was gonna write, but who am I to deny Jas? Plus, you got a lot of Jasper sexin' here. That's always a good thing. *nods head*

As you all know, coachlady1 is awesome as fuck because she lets me grab her boobs while she betas. Oh yeah.

Until next time! Smooches! ^_^