'I could Just taste it, taste it.'

Kings of Leon - Sex on Fire

Chapter 12: Sex On Fire

-#-Jasper-#-

"What the hell are you doing? You scared the shit out of me!"

I smirked at her, raising an eyebrow as she clutched a can of pepper spray to her chest dramatically.

"Pepper spray? Really?"

She scowled. "My dad's a cop, he gets a little overprotective – and with good reason, I guess, seeing as guys in Forks seem to enjoy sneaking up on me in school parking lots at night and scaring me half to death."

I folded my arms over my chest and grinned, showing off my teeth. My award winning smile. "Just so you know; pepper spray would pretty much be useless against me."

Her dark eyes narrowed at me in a glare that was sexy as hell. She snapped, "You didn't answer my question. What the hell are you doing here, Jasper?"

I shrugged a shoulder lazily – still smirking. I couldn't help it; she was fucking hot when she was all riled up. Fuck, she was hot all the time. "Me and the guys," I gestured vaguely over to the grassy area where Caleb, Sam, Demetri and Felix where probably sprawled out, "usually come here to hang out. And by 'hang out' I mean, 'get high'."

"You come into the school grounds?" she asked incredulously, her cute little nose scrunching up. "Why?"

I just shrugged again as I stared at her, absently grabbing at my junk through my jeans, half squeezing it, half adjusting it. I was already semi-hard from her scent alone – and was growing harder by the second.

Her eyes trailed downwards, following my hand's movement – and there it was.

The blush.

As usual, I growled.

She hastily raised her brown eyes back up to mine and stammered out, "I...I'm gonna...just...go home, now," and turned to reach for her car door again, which was a fraction open.

But I was faster than her, obviously, and I darted before the door, slamming in shut and leaning against it so she wouldn't be able to open it, before her hand had even reached the handle.

And then I grabbed the wrist that was about to reach for the door and pulled her closer to me.

"Jasper!" She cried out. "What are you doing?"

I took hold of her other wrist.

She glared at me.

I smirked.

"Let go," she warned through clenched teeth.

I shook my head, still grinning, though my lips were closed now because my fangs were definitely out.

And I was definitely hard.

"I mean it, Jasper!"

If I couldn't smell her growing arousal, and hear her blood rushing down to between her thighs, I might have actually let go. Instead, I transferred my hold to her tiny waist, and pulled her ever closer.

"What are you doing?" She asked – but I noticed she didn't struggle.

"Do you really want me to let go, Isabella?" I asked her, staring into those huge eyes. My dick was nearly punching a hole through my pants at the sight and feel of her. Her body wasn't pressed up against mine – yet – but I could feel the heat radiating from her, and it was warmest around her crotch...

"You're drunk," She stated, but her eyebrows were furrowed, and she said it like a question, so she wasn't sure.

"Barely." I shrugged.

That was a lie. If I'd been drinking beer, or vodka, or scotch, or whiskey or any other weak (for me anyway) alcoholic drink, I would have been telling the truth. Alcohol, like drugs, didn't really affect me much. I'd get a slight buzz for a few minutes but that was it. I'd never gotten shitfaced drunk before.

But Sam had managed to get his hands on some Absinthe – fuck knows how – and that shit actually managed to get me drunk. I was probably only just tipsy really, but this was the most drunk I'd ever been in my life. I reckoned it would last for another fifteen minutes or so before it wore out.

I noticed that being drunk made me pretty handsy. Well... more handsy than I normally was.

I found my hands slowly drifting down her waist and then round to her ass.

"You are drunk; I can smell it on your breath." She reached back for my hands – which were now planted firmly on her ass – and tried to pry my fingers off. "Plus, you're acting weird. Well... weirder than you normally are."

I noticed that her attempt to pry off my fingers was pretty half assed.

So I kept them where they were.

She sighed deeply, closing her eyes for a moment, before opening them again and glaring at me. "I swear to God, Jasper Cullen, if you don't let go of me right now, I'll scream."

I raised an eyebrow at that, but still remained smirking.

"No, you won't."

"Oh, I won't?" She asked sweetly, her voice heavily laced with sarcasm.

"No, you won't." I mimicked her sweet, sarcastic tone. "Because you don't really want me to let go."

"You don't know that." Her voice was low, unsure, like she doubted what she was saying.

"I most certainly do."

She was silent for a moment.

"Well... My dad's the Chief of Police, remember? And your hands are on my ass. He most certainly wouldn't be happy to hear about that." She lifted her eyebrows at me as if to say, 'ha!'

I raised a brow. "What, is that a threat?"

"It's more a promise," she answered with a smirk.

I smirked right back. "A promise, huh?" I winked. "I highly doubt that."

Still, I slid my hands back up to her waist. I mean, no point taking unnecessary risks, right? The last thing I needed was Charlie Swan breathing down my neck.

"My hands are off your ass now. Happy?"

"No, I want hands off me completely."

But I noticed that her chest was now pressing against mine – and I hadn't moved.

I could feel her boobs through her sweater, and her bra probably wasn't padded because her nipples were like hard little pebbles pressing into my Pecs. And fuck me it felt good.

I growled again, and the scent of her excitement intensified another notch.

Although our chests were pressed together, she was still being careful to keep her hips back from mine, and my dick was just standing between us, begging for her to even just... brush against it a little or something.

"What are you doing in the school parking lot anyway?" I asked.

I have no idea why, but she blushed. "I left my car here," she said. And then she started half heartedly squirming in my arms, trying to get free, but inadvertently causing her hips to finally, finally push forward and make contact with my now aching dick, and giving it that bit of friction it so desperately wanted.

A sound came out of me that was a mixture of a groan and a growl, and I couldn't help burying my face into her neck as she brushed over my cock again when she tried to lean away from it.

It was an instinctual habit. Whenever I got horny and whatever girl I was with happened to soothe my sexual urge, even if it was just with a brief touch or a dry hump, I'd always go for the neck. I mean, I didn't wanna bite her – well... not here and now anyway – but it was what was in my genetics. Lust and bloodlust were practically one and the same to us, so sex and drinking blood naturally came together. Well... they were supposed to anyway.

Her neck broke out into the most intense flush I'd ever fucking seen. Man, I could see the blood rushing around under her pale skin. And it didn't help with my growing bloodlust, with my growing urge to just... taste her.

My hands involuntarily trailed back down to her ass and I pulled her into me, while I pushed my own hips out into hers.

She moaned.

And I licked her neck.

I mean, Jesus, I couldn't fucking help it.

It was there, and it was so pink, and so warm, and her pulse was throbbing frantically, causing the scent of her blood to fan out more, and I so wanted to fuck her – and then taste her...

She gasped.

My mouth puckered at the crook of her neck, and I began kissing it, sucking it between my lips, flicking her pulsing artery with my tongue. Her skin tasted so fucking good I couldn't help or find it in me to care about the incessant growls that were now resonating through my chest. I mean, shit, if her skin tasted this good, imagine how good her blood must be. No wonder Dickward was so nuts for it.

I felt her warm fingers gripping the hem of my shirt at my waist – tightly – tugging my body closer to hers. Man, if I'd known she react so receptively I would have licked her neck a long time ago.

She was breathing hard and fast, too fast, so fast she'd probably pass out from hyperventilation if she didn't stop soon. And as much as I was enjoying this, I certainly didn't want her passing out on me.

I placed one last open mouthed kiss to her jugular and lifted my head, reluctantly, from her tantalizing throat and stared into her eyes, sucking the taste of her off my bottom lip.

"Shit." My voice was a half growl. I cleared my throat.

She simply stood stock still, staring at me, still breathing hard, her brown eyes dark and smouldering.

I wanted to kiss her on her lips, badly, but if I started that I didn't think I'd be able to stop at just kissing. Every part of me wanted her right now, was desperate for her. My human, teenage, hormonal side and my bloodsucking vampire side were in cahoots.

She gasped again, and her lazy eyes grew wide.

"What?" My voice was still rough.

She released my shirt, which I only just realised she was still holding, and tried to step back. My hands were still on her ass, but I let go as soon as I felt her stepping back.

"Your..." She took in a sharp breath. "Your eyes..."

Fuck. They were probably coal black.

I sighed, lowering my eyelids.

"What are you?" she whispered.

I grinned lazily through closed lips, eyelids still closed. "I thought you were supposed to guess."

"I'm tired of guessing."

"Too bad."

"I promise I won't tell."

I cracked open one eye to look at her. She was stood motionless, still staring at me. "I know you probably won't." I shrugged. "But still, it's not my place to tell."

"Why?"

"There's this... rule..."

"What rule?"

I groaned, rubbing my forehead with the pads of my fingers. The alcohol was wearing off sooner than I thought. "It's fucking late. What are you doing here?" She didn't really answer me properly earlier.

"I told you, I left my car here," she said with a shrug, but she finally looked away from me, down at her feet.

And she was blushing again.

I opened both eyes and narrowed them at her. "Ok, so why did you leave your car here? Where'd you go?"

She sighed, growing even redder. "Just went out for pizza with the team."

I frowned in confusion. Alcohol really slowed down my brain. I guess this is why drink driving is illegal. "What team?"

"The basketball team."

And then I got it.

My fucking brother was on the basketball team.

I scowled. "You were with Dickward."

"Um, yeah. He gave me a ride."

"And then he left you out here on your own?" That wasn't like him. Usually his pansy ass would have waited until she got in her car and drove away.

She shrugged. "He seemed like he was in a hurry to leave."

"That's no excuse. You're lucky it was only me sneaking up on you."

She shrugged again. "I'm a big girl. And I'd like to go home now, if that's ok with you." She stared at me pointedly.

I was still leaning against her car door. I'd forgotten. Shit, alcohol really fucked me up. I swear I even had a slight headache.

"Sorry." I moved away and opened up the door for her, gesturing for her to get in.

"Thanks."

She sat in the driver's seat and I closed the door for her. Then she started up her engine and I motioned for her to roll down her window. She did.

"So, Isabella." I leaned into her open window, grinning. "I like the taste of your neck. Maybe I can taste it again sometime." My grin grew wider – though still close lipped – as her skin flushed.

She rolled her eyes, and pushed the button to roll up her window. "Bye, Jasper."

I leaned back, giving her a two fingered salute. "Later, Isabella."

And then she shifted her gearstick into drive and drove away.

TTT

"What the fuck?"

I'd only just stepped into the front door when I found myself being pinned against the wall by my neck, a furious, green eyed gaze boring into mine.

Seriously, he needed to stop trying to attack me, because this shit was getting old – and it was starting to really piss me off.

"Where is she?" He growled.

"I'm gonna need you to get your fucking hands off me."

"Where is she, Jasper?"

"I'm not gonna say it again."

He let go immediately, stepping back, away from me. Smart move.

I made my way up the staircase, ignoring his inane question. I didn't have a clue what he was talking about, plus I needed to lie down. I think I had my first hangover, and it was a bitch.

"Ok, so she's not here, but you were with her." He was following me.

I groaned. "Seriously, I'm not in the mood for your bullshit right now. I will fuck up that pretty face of yours if you don't get off my dick."

"I can smell her all over you."

What?

Oh.

Oh.

So that's what he was bitching about.

I smirked as the memory came back to me, clear as crystal.

Fuck, she'd tasted good. My dick twitched happily in my pants – and started to get hard again.

Dickward groaned, the combination of my arousal wafting out of me, and my memory of kissing Bella's neck – which he could see – affecting him too, I guess.

"So you were with her." His voice was strained. He was trying incredibly hard to suppress his anger, because he knew that if he tried to fuck with me right now he'd just get an ass kicking.

Despite my headache, I couldn't help pissing him off a little more.

"I might have been with her." I shrugged a shoulder.

His anger flared. It was like a furnace exploding beside me – but he was still trying to play calm.

"Where'd you see her?"

"What's it to you?"

He tried to give me a nonchalant shrug, but his shoulders were so stiff he ended up failing miserably, his shrug coming out more like a twitch. "I just wondered, seeing as you smell like you took a bath in Bella perfume or something." His voice was a half growl as he said this. The contrast between his seemingly nonchalant words and his strained voice was hilarious.

I couldn't help snickering.

And of course, that made him madder.

"Did you kiss her?" he blurted out. "On the mouth?"

I stopped outside my bedroom door and finally turned to look at him. His face was tinged pale pink, which meant that he was pretty fucking livid.

I shook my head incredulously at him. "What is it with her? I mean, yeah she smells good, and from what I tasted of her skin, I'm willing to bet she tastes even better," – a growl erupted from him at that – "and she's fucking hot, of course," I continued, ignoring him. "But, Jesus, she's just a girl. Why do you go all batshit crazy over her? You weren't even this fucking crazy with Tanya and Isabella isn't even your girlfriend."

His anger waned slightly, and was replaced by surprise – and confusion, like he'd never really realised he was acting nuts until I just pointed it out.

"I... I don't know..." he murmured, frowning. "I honestly... don't know."

TTT

I was distracted.

"So, um, it's pretty simple. You get it now?"

She looked at me from the corner of her eye, behind the curtain of hair that had fallen from behind her ear.

I wasn't listening to anything she was saying, to be honest. Algebra bored me, and I already knew all the shit she was explaining anyway. I was paying more attention to the sound of her heart beating twice as fast as usual; it had started doing that from the moment she sat next to me. I was paying more attention to the pulse in her neck, throbbing enticingly. I was paying more attention to the permanent flush on her skin.

Involuntarily, I reached out and tucked her curtain of hair back behind her ear.

And then I kept my fingers on her jaw line, feeling the warmth of her blood intensify as she blushed deeper.

Her breath came out in a whoosh, and she dropped her eyes from mine to the table below us.

"Jasper." Her voice was a whisper. She probably didn't mean it to be seductive, but fuck me; the sound of it almost made me jizz in my pants.

I groaned a little, before answering, "Yeah?"

"You have to stop... doing this to me."

The back of my fingers brushed lower, down her jaw, until they were on the side of her neck. She had frozen, sitting completely still on the outside, yet her insides were going at double speed: her heart was pumping furiously; her blood was rocketing through her veins.

I leaned my head a little closer to hers and breathed, "Doing what?"

She inhaled deeply. "You know exactly what you're doing."

I grinned, my fingers now at her delicate collarbones. "Do I?"

"Yes. And if you don't stop, I'm gonna have to stop tutoring you."

"Why? You like it."

She didn't answer.

I chuckled. "See?"

She flinched away from my fingers, which were now dangerously close to the small amount of cleavage poking out of her v neck shirt.

"Just stop, Jasper."

I sighed, and leaned away from her, back in my chair. "Fine."

But as she continued talking, explaining some bullshit about algebra I could care less about, I couldn't help staring at her – and fantasising. I was being hypocritical when I was asking Dickward why he was going all gaga over her, because honestly, I was exactly the same. Only difference is, I could hide it better than he could.

I wanted to, no needed to bone her. More than I'd ever wanted to bone a chick before. I wanted to touch every part of her body, feel every part of it with my hands, and explore every inch of it with my fingers. I wanted to kiss her, and suck her, and lick her, and just... taste her. I could just taste her. I was sure it would be enough. I could still remember the taste of her, still remember the taste of her skin, and fuck, it was driving me nuts.

I needed to relieve myself before I ended up doing something crazy, right here in the library. On this table.

I shot up from my chair, not even giving a shit that my erection wasn't adjusted and was blatantly tenting the crotch of my pants.

Isabella turned to look at me in alarm as I stood, her eyes immediately widening as they landed on my crotch.

"Yeah, how about we cut the tutoring session short this week," I said, unashamedly adjusting my dick. No point trying to be discreet now, she'd already seen it.

Her jaw dropped, and she swallowed, and I imagined her swallowing around my cock – and I really needed to get away from her.

"Um, ok," she said.

And I think she was about to say something else, but I didn't stick around. I shot out of the library faster than humanly possible, and I didn't give a shit if anyone saw.

When I was far away from her, in the parking lot, leaning against my TT and smoking a cigarette, I could finally think straight.

There was definitely something about this girl, something different. I mean, she was resistant to my gift, and it was likely that she was resistant to Dickward's too, and sure, I didn't really get along with my brother much but we used to just basically stay out of each other's way before she turned up. Now, we were practically fighting every fucking time we saw each other, just because of her.

I took a deep drag of my cigarette and exhaled.

Then I saw her, walking out of the side of the school building and heading over to the parking lot.

"Isabella Swan," I murmured to myself. "What the fuck are you?"

TTT

A/N: So so so sorry, for how long it took me to get this chapter out. Honestly, I started it ages ago, just after I finished the previous chapter, and then I got writer's block, and then I had to work all the time so I didn't have much time to write. I'm really sorry for being so fail. I promise I won't take this long to update again. I mean, 4 months is just crazy! Thanks for all the alerts and faves and reviews, despite not having updated in so long!

So... what is Isabella Swan, eh? Lol. Thanks for reading!

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