Good morning lovely readers! Oh you are so good to us! All your lovely reviews yesterday had us laughing so hard! hehehe.
Let's get on with it, shall we?
EPOV
Jasper refused to let his news from work affect the rest of the time that we had at the cabin, but I still couldn't shake the mood I was in, and by the time we got to bed, he'd had enough of me.
"Edward, it's for a few days, that's all," he chastised. "Their site manager got food poisoning and there has to be some management there because they're shoring up the sides of the dig. I have to go," he said in a pleading voice as he kissed against the frown on my lips.
"But I feel as though I've just gotten you and now you're going out of the country. Can't they send anyone else?" I whined petulantly as he pulled me into his arms.
I knew that I was acting like a spoilt brat at Christmas, but I didn't care.
"They can't send anyone else, they don't have anyone else, Edward," he chuckled against my lips as I pursed them and refused to kiss him back, "and besides, think of all the hot phone sex we could have over the course of those days," he chuckled as I let my lips relax just a hint.
"That does have a nice appeal to it, but I still don't like the idea of you going," I pouted one last time before I fully relaxed and then kissed him hard.
"I'm going to miss seeing you in a toga." I smiled against his lips as he laughed.
"I will not be wearing a toga, Edward. Just jeans and a shirt." He smirked.
"Damn shame, togas seem like they have easy access points." I chuckled.
"You want me to have easy access points in Athens while you'll be here?" It was his turn to pout.
"Hell no! No one gets to touch what is mine, but it would be good for those phone calls that you mentioned." I smiled.
"Very good point indeed, Mr. Cullen," he replied and at the mention of my name on his lips, our discussion was over and the sex started... again.
But in the back of my mind, I was forming a plan.
JPOV
I was aching.
Half was because Edward liked to try some really awkward positions and the other half was because on Wednesday, I would be flying out to Athens until Saturday.
I could cope with the positions because they were funny as hell and it was good to laugh during sex, but Athens was another matter.
I saw his point very clearly. After everything that we had been through, we were finally together and this popping up right now was not a good thing.
I did ask Edward to come with me, but he had orders turning up that he couldn't change and shutting the shop for nearly a week wasn't good business, especially after the days he'd already been closed down during our 'separation'.
By the following morning we were both sulking and I hated it.
"Webcams, phones, text messages, we can do it all you know. We can really have some fun with this," I said half-heartedly as I dished up breakfast onto our plates.
"I know, but I like waking up next to you," he pouted again and he was lucky that I didn't swipe everything off of the table and have my way with him again.
"True, but you have to remember that we're not living together, so we wouldn't always be waking up next to each other and with us both working, we wouldn't exactly be spending majority of the day together either," I tried again to soften the blow of our upcoming time apart.
He came over and took the spoon from my hand and dropped it on the counter, before grabbing my hand and holding it against his ink as he gingerly placed his hand over my ink. "Why not?'
"Why not what?" I asked, not sure where he was going with this.
"Why aren't we living together? Well, making plans to live together, that is," he said sincerely.
"Um, I don't know. Maybe because we've just finally officially gotten together..." I was cut off by his fingers pressing against my lips as his other hand pressed into my chest, causing a brief stinging.
"I think this ink on our chests speaks loud and clear about what our future entails, don't you?" His voice had deepened, become husky and once again, I couldn't resist him.
Another breakfast was forgotten as we feasted on each other, accidentally breaking one of the breakfast stools in the process.
Don't ask.
I'm just glad my ankle didn't break when it got twisted in the legs.
EPOV
"But I don't want to go home," Jasper pouted petulantly as I pulled up to his home and killed the engine.
"I know, but I won't be long. I just need to check on a few things at the store and then I'll be back, I promise. And when I do get back, hopefully your new bed would have been delivered and we can have a little fun checking out the density of the mattress," I chuckled as I picked up his hand and kissed the back of it.
"I'm hard again, in fact, I think you might have slipped something into my coffee this morning," he smirked at me as I winked.
"You never know, Jasper, you never know," I wiggled my eyebrows, making him laugh. "Right, are you sure it's okay to borrow your truck? I wouldn't ask, but I have no idea where my brother, or my own car, is," I playfully growled out as I thought about Emmett just driving off with my car.
Bastard.
"Of course it is, and it also gives you an excuse to come back." It was his turn to wiggle his brows, but as I went to kiss him, he pulled away.
"If I kiss you now, I will want to fuck you now, and you have work to do and I have to pack," he whined and I had to fight not to spill the beans to alleviate his discomfort.
Instead, I kissed him briefly, but firmly, and stepped away. With the strength of an ox, I turned and walked back to the truck and drove the relatively short distance back to The Lion's Den. I couldn't believe he'd been that close all this time.
Thankfully, my weekend kid, Barb, had made it in and had been here to receive the shipments, even if he hadn't inventoried and stocked the merchandise.
Now, I thought that when I hired Barb, his name suited his personality. He was a complete emo and I had respect for his ink and metal, but he was a quiet kid. Very quiet. It wasn't until I asked him his last name and he told me it was Dwyer, that I almost pissed myself laughing on the spot.
Barb Dwyer.
BarbD Wyre
Barbed Wire.
He just shrugged and said that since he had to live with a fucked up girl's name, thanks to his parent's sense of humor, he'd play the part and make his personality fit his name.
Chuckling to myself, I grabbed the box cutter and opened each box, doing a quick dig through each one to confirm the packing slips. I typed up, and printed out, instructions for Barb, then took a deep breath and moved to the next step in my plan. Emmett.
It took several minutes of deep rimming, ass kissing compliments and pleading to get Emmett to agree. But, by the time we hung up, he had agreed to cover the shop for the next three weeks.
It was only going to cost me a grand worth of products and free babysitting for life, if and when he and Rosalie procreated.
It was totally fucking worth it.
My next call was to my contact for high end erotic jewelry. I described exactly what I wanted, and the size I needed them in, and he promised it would be ready to be picked up in the morning.
That left the call to the airlines and we were set. I Googled the remaining information I needed and walked out of The Den, with fucking pogo sticks strapped to the bottom of my shoes. Figuratively people.
I arrived back at his place less than ten minutes later. He opened the door, operatic strains that I vaguely recognized drifting from behind him, dressed in my favorite outfit... nothing.
Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation ...
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination ...
Silently the senses abandon their defenses ...
I was on my knees as I shoved the door closed behind me before he could say 'hello.' My lips, and then my tongue, wrapped around him tightly, forcing him to buck against my face. I gave him a gentle bite and he bucked again. With each pass of my lips over his cock, he thickened and swelled in my mouth. I continued my attack on his length, his scent and taste affecting me like a cat that has found the mother load of catnip.
Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams!
Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before!
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar!
And you'll live as you've never lived before ...
Knowing he was close, I pulled off and stood up. "I need to feel you, love. Please, for the love of Ron Jeremy, fuck me now!" I begged with no shame.
"Ron Jeremy, huh?" he said as he grinned sexily at me and I nodded desperately. "He's got shit on you, love. Please..."
"As you wish, buttercup," he growled as he hooked my left leg over his right arm. His slick head was pressing against my ass and I was beginning to open to him when he stopped.
"Is this what you want, Edward? My thick," he pressed his lips to mine briefly, "hard," his tongue flicked against my lips and they parted in response, "throbbing cock," he rocked forward, that bulging head breaching my outer ring, "buried, oh. so. deep inside you?" With each word he pressed forward, sinking deeper into my ass until I finally felt his balls smushing against my ass.
Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world!
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before!
Let your soul
Take you where you long to be!
Only then can you belong to me ...
"Oh fucking hell, Jasper!" I cried out as he withdrew slowly, so excruciatingly slowly. I just wanted him to fuck the ever loving hell out of me as my back pressed against the front door and he wanted to tease me.
Payback was going to be delicious hell.
"Yeah, babe?" He grinned dangerously at me.
"Fuck me. I so need you to throttle my ass with your thick cock!" I barely got the words out before he was slamming back into me, yanking himself almost out and then thrusting forward as my body erupted in electrical surges of energy. My fingers and toes went numb as he pummeled me. My eyes rolled back, his lips dropped open and the dirtiest words I'd ever heard from him, spewed forth as his hand found its way around my throbbing member.
He jerked me in an uncontrolled manner as we rocked against each other, each desperate for our own pleasure, but not caring about it as we strived to satisfy the other.
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication!
Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation!
Let the dream begin,
let your darker side give in to the power of
the music that I write - the power of the music of the night ...
My swollen cock bulged and throbbed in his hand just before gooey, white globs began shooting from the gaping eye that split my purple head.
I dropped my head forward, licking my lips each time my spunk hit them as he started jack hammering me and then abruptly stilled as my ass stretched impossibly tightly against his swelling cock that then pulsed as my ass filled.
You alone can make my song take flight -
help me make the music of the night ...
My heart was racing, my vision was blurry, but as his lips sought mine, everything came into focus.
He slipped out of me, carefully lowering my leg before taking my hand. Silently, as the song came to an end, he led me to his shower where we worshiped each other with only the touch of our hands and the look of adoration in our eyes.
Of course, the thought that I was pretty sure Andrew Lloyd Weber did not have this particular scene in mind when he wrote those lyrics crossed through my head... but I kept it to myself and just enjoyed my man.
My love.
Altogether now... Awwwwwwww.
I bet you didn't think we'd use a song like that! hehe. But it was perfect, don't you think?
Until tomorrow beautiful ones :)