Dear Friends,
Thank you for your patience as cut through the messiness of the upcoming SGMR chapter. I know it has taken me a while.
In the meantime, I have this outtake for you. I originally wrote it to raise funds for a friend in the fandom who lost her son in a tragic car accident. The contributions went to help defer the funeral costs.
My beta and friend, Sunshine (aka Tess_Underground), helped a great deal… especially improving the lemon.
Enjoy…
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She Gives Me Religion
Fundraiser Outtake
The Scientist
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"A little boob action, that's all."
"Really?" Bella whispered to Alice, seated next to her on their apartment couch.
Alice looked over to Edward, talking on his phone and pacing in and out of the kitchen. He occasionally glanced over to the two women.
"I haven't even seen his—"
"Oh," Bella cut her off. "Do you think you're in the friendship zone?"
"No. It's not that. I can feel the… pull," she arched her brow and said wryly, "I can sometimes feel other things too, but I think Jasper might be afraid of… breaking me."
Bella sat quietly for a moment. "You know, you've only known him for a few weeks, Alice. I think it's sort of nice you're going slowly. Don't you?"
"Nice?" She tried the word again, "Nice… I guess one could call it nice."
Not nice, 'frustrating,' Alice thought.
Though Alice was never one to jump into bed with a man, too much between Alice and Jasper had gone unspoken—their dynamic, still mysterious to her.
Alice felt their chemistry immediately, and before long, she and Jasper began sharing a bed together. But Alice could not help to wonder why they shared a bed. Was it simply due to doctor's orders?
Much to Alice's disappointment, her doctor ordered that she could not yet spend her nights alone. In a week she might have the mobility to be solo, but at this point, it was still deemed too dangerous.
Invalid.
Though she loathed that description, it often slipped into her thoughts. Maybe spending time with Jasper gave Bella and Edward nights off from Alice duty. She couldn't help but to wonder what her evenings with Jasper might be like if it weren't for her broken pelvis.
"Hey, gang, I have an idea," Edward walked spryly into the living room with a grin slapped on his face. "How about we watch a little Gilmore Girls and hang here tonight?"
But Edward hates Gilmore Girls… and I have plans with Jasper tonight.
Just then, Alice's phone rang. Seeing Jasper's number, she sweetened her voice. "Hello."
"Hey, Alice." Jasper's voice sounded deep, despondent.
"Hi, Jasper. Something wrong?"
"No… yes. I don't think I can do tonight."
She waited for more, but that was all he said.
"Um… okay… no problem." The sound of confusion laced her voice. "Hold on just a second." She shifted towards her wheelchair so she could talk privately.
"Edward, would you help me open a bottle of wine in the kitchen?" Bella broke in, offering Alice the space she needed. Alice smiled up at Bella as they left the living room.
"Bad day, Jasper?"
As he exhaled, she heard a low rumble in his chest. "Yes."
"Was it a court day?"
"Yes… a verdict day."
On occasion, Jasper conducted court-ordered evaluations and testified about the findings. He once told her of his disappointment in the legal system, about people being released that should be under more care, and she now understood the sound of his voice.
"Sorry, Jasper."
"It's alright. I would be very bad company tonight."
"Ahhh." The puzzle pieces fit together: Edward on the phone probably with Jasper, Gilmore Girls… they were making arrangements for Alice duty. "I see."
It surprised Alice that she didn't feel hurt—her own feelings seemed far way. Instead, she thought about Jasper and hoped to make him smile.
"So… how bad is it? Are you super-grumpy, or just a little bit?"
"You've never seen me like this, and at this point in our…. relationship, it would probably be best that your didn't."
Relationship.
"Oh, wow. That sounds super-grumpy."
She could hear him smile on the phone.
"I'm moody," he said, dragging out the 'o' sound in a playful manner.
"Oh. I love moody."
"Yeah?"
"Oh, yeah. Makes me all hot and bothered." She tried her best phone-sex voice.
"I don't know, I'm not too pleasant right now," he flirted back with a new lightness to his voice.
"Pleasant is for pussies, I like moody."
He chuckled, "Well, Ms. Brandon, you have some mouth on you."
"Play your cards right, and I'll have some mouth on you."
"Mmmm." The guttural sound vibrated through the phone, into her ear, and down her neck.
"Let's not play games, Jasper…" Alice's voice turned authoritative.
"No, of course…" he began, bending at her will.
"If you want to be alone tonight, I respect that. If you want my company, I'll grab a bottle of bourbon and make my way over." Alice felt a surge of pride by her frankness.
"I'm already on my second glass."
"And…?"
"I'd like your head in my lap right now."
Alice's mouth dropped open at the image. Then she realized that he was probably referring to his favorite way for them to lay together—Jasper sitting on the couch, Alice's head in his lap, staring up at him.
"I'll grab a cab and be there in ten."
"No," he snapped. "I shouldn't drive, but I'll take cab and come get you."
"Jas- "
"We are not arguing about this, Alice. The streets are filled with psychopaths. You are not going to take a cab alone… at night. Do you understand me?"
A warm flush spread through the tops of her thighs, to the place where sensation disappeared. She never liked being treated like a little girl, but Jasper sounded so damn sexy, she thought her lame legs for carry her, running to his condo.
"Um… Alice…" She looked up to see Edward peering out of the kitchen and Bella's head craning behind him. They looked comical. "Do you need a ride somewhere?" Edward asked.
They were listening. Of course they were. I'd listen, too.
"It's okay, Jasper. I think the kids are going to drop me off."
`~0~'
As they approached Jasper's condo, she could see him leaning up against the exterior wall of the condo's entrance. His arms were crossed and he was still wearing a suit—dark, maybe navy, as far as she could see. But his tie was loose and the top shirt buttons were undone.
When they pulled to the curb, Alice heard the pop of Edward's trunk.
"Night, honey," she said to Bella, and scooted herself to the car door.
"Good luck," Bella whispered back, grabbing Alice's hand for a good squeeze.
Jasper opened the car door as Edward unfolded the chair. With a little help, she slid over to the chair.
"Thank you, Edward," Alice said as he and Jasper shook hands.
"You're welcome." Looking down with his boyish smile, Edward placed a kiss on her forehead.
Jasper wheeled Alice to the sidewalk and stood behind her while they watched Bella wave from the car and Edward pull away.
"God, they are sweet," she said.
"I know. I think I just got a cavity," Jasper said in a dry tone.
"Kids today." Alice shook her head.
Jasper moved his hands to either side of Alice's face. He placed his fingers gently under her jaw, cupping her face, as his thumbs brushed her earlobes.
Alice closed her eyes and tilted her head back. She could feel Jasper lean his long body over her. His breath was warm and smelled of bourbon—the faint smell of expensive cologne lingered on his clothes.
"I'm glad you came, Alice," he murmured.
"Glad you invited me."
She could feel her heart thump against her chest as he brushed his nose over hers, his thumbs never stopping their movement.
Though they were alone on the street, never had he been so public with his affection. The thought made Alice stop breathing.
His lashes fluttered over her chin. There was nothing awkward about his face, upside down, over hers. With expert precision, he took her lower lip between his own, and sucked it softly into his mouth.
Alice reached her hand up and slid her fingers through the short blond hair on the side of his head as his tongue entered her mouth—the top of his sliding over the top of hers. She inhaled his breath and let out a soft moan.
He stopped his movements and pulled away, as he often did when sounds of passion escaped her lips. With one more gentle kiss, he straightened up and wheeled her into his building.
Alice watched as Jasper began to work on their drinks. He filled two glasses with ice water, added ice to his own glass of bourbon, and filled a forth with just ice.
"Tell me everything," Alice said.
"You don't wanna hear about it."
Alice stifled her smile. Jasper had actually grumbled. The man with perfect articulation and precise diction was mumbling and grumpy, vulnerable and sexy as hell—maybe a little bit drunk, too.
He rolled up his shirtsleeves and looked over at Alice smiling up at him.
"Manhattan or straight bourbon?"
"Don't tell me a man like you keeps maraschino cherries in his fridge."
"Always."
"Good to know… but I'll have mine straight."
"I have ginger ale," he offered.
"Straight."
He opened the bottle of Woodford Reserve and poured the liquid into her glass, saying in a tired voice, "The woman knows what the woman wants."
After refreshing his own drink, he grasped all four between his long fingers, and carried them out into the living room. Alice followed closely behind.
Most nights were spent at Alice's apartment while Bella and Edward retreated to his condo, but Alice wanted Jasper to be in his own space tonight—and what a space it was.
His condo looked more like a modern showroom to her than a living space. It was so stark, that is was hard to believe anyone actually lived there. The white carpet showed no wear. The walls were grey, barely. The furniture, black leather and chrome, mid-century with clean lines, had an uncomfortable look but a luxurious feel. The chrome of her wheelchair, called Ruth, fit right in.
Alice found his place beautiful, but sterile.
Jasper placed the drinks down on the glass coffee table.
"Thank you for coming over. I know your place is more…" he gestured with a glass of water, searching for the word, "homey."
"This place is homey, too," she said wheeling herself next to him as he sat on the couch.
Jasper rolled his eyes. "I think Esme would disagree with you. Throw pillows, curtains, fabric…" his voice trailed off.
"Esme? Did she help you with your place, too?"
"Yes. And Edward's, as I'm sure you know. Esme Cullen: real estate expert, an interior design natural, and mother to all." He seemed lost in thought for a moment, then raised his glass. "To Esme."
"To Esme." Alice lifted her glass of bourbon to his water and watched him carefully, trying to follow the twists and turns his mood took.
"So, throw pillows?" she asked.
"Yes. I have a bunch of swatches Esme gave me a couple of years ago. Never got around to choosing anything. So," he looked around, "no curtains, no throw pillows."
"Ahh. I see."
"Which reminds me…" Jasper stood and went into his bedroom, returning with a bed pillow cased in crisp white fabric.
Alice gave him a quizzical look.
"I told you, I want your head in my lap."
He helped Alice arrange herself on the couch, placed the pillow on his lap, and held her shoulders as she reclined back on him.
He inhaled deeply through his nose and looked into her eyes for the first time that night. "That's more like it." Jasper brushed her bangs from Alice's eyes. Her long, mink-colored lashes blinked slowly up at him.
"Do you like fabric swatches, Alice?"
She tried not to giggle at the sincere sound of the question.
"Oh, yes. I'm big into fabric swatches." Alice tried to match his tone.
"Good. Maybe you can help me with them someday." He tilted his head and continued to stroke her hair. He wasn't just looking at her, Alice thought, he was examining her, searching for something in her eyes.
Alice had never seen Jasper look so weary. The very fine lines showed around his tired, but beautiful, clear blue eyes.
"You know, Jasper. We could go to a store."
"A store?" His brows pulled together. "Do we need to get something?"
"No, not now. I mean, we could just see pillows and curtains in the store and pick out something you like."
"Hm. Sounds spontaneous." His smirk began to appear.
"It is. Very. You walk around and when you see a pillow you like, you buy it."
"No swatches?"
"Nope."
"Hmmm. And people do this all the time?" he teased.
"They do."
"And the pillows in your apartment…?"
"Mm-hm. I bought them without swatches."
"Huh. How about that." He took another sip of his water before leaning over her and picking up his glass of bourbon.
"No more water?"
"I feel sufficiently hydrated… It's all about pacing, Ms. Brandon."
He stretched his shoulders and made a deep, throaty sounds that said he was settling in.
"Tell me more about this pillow shopping."
Alice reached up and placed her hand on the side of his warm neck. "Tell me about your day, Jasper."
"It was… shitty." He waited for her reaction and continued to inspect her face.
"Yeah?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"Tell me."
He sighed, then began to speak.
Jasper did not stop speaking for a long time.
He was unguarded, chronicling each detail of a disastrous hearing. Jasper explained he recommended a 'defendant' be incarcerated and given intense psychiatric care.
Alice noticed that he never told her of the man's crime and she knew the omission was intentional, so she didn't push. In fact, Alice said nothing during the whole story. She simply listened, looked at him with compassion, and when he stumbled or paused, she nodded subtly, encouraging him to continue.
As he explained, instead of following Jasper's recommendation, the court released the man, giving him probation and mandatory counseling.
"So, that, my dear, is my day," he said taking another sip of his drink.
"It doesn't make sense," she said, not to argue, but to empathize.
"Exactly."
Alice reached for her drink and Jasper helped her up, and shifted to the corner of the couch, so that she could lean across his chest more than on his lap.
Jasper nuzzled her neck, and hummed.
Choosing to say nothing, Alice simply sat and enjoyed the comfortable silence as she tilted her head and exposed her long neck to his soft lips.
"You're so delicate," he whispered.
She bit her tongue, deciding not to argue.
"Promise me, no traveling alone… especially at night." He placed a kiss behind her ear.
It was a promise she did not want to make.
"Jasper, I'm tough. Look at these guns." Alice flexed her muscle and the sleeve of her chiffon black blouse tightened around her newly developed bicep.
Jasper felt her muscle and played along. "Those are some guns, alright. I should get a better look."
He started to unbutton her blouse with one free hand, and opened it to reveal a simple black camisole. Sitting up, she finished her drink and slipped the blouse off of her shoulders and rested her head back on his lap.
Jasper stretched her arm in the air and pressed a soft kiss onto her wrist, on the inside of her forearm, the crook of her elbow and on her bicep. He dragged his hand up and down her arm and finally said, "Please be careful. I know what's out there."
Alice rested her palm on his cheek. "I will."
He closed his eyes and leaned into her hand. "Thank you."
I'll do whatever you want, if you take me to bed. The bourbon made Alice feel warm and her inhibitions slipped slowly away.
"Tell me about your day. Tell me about The Twitter."
Why are you stalling?
"Nothing to report."
He placed his hand on her stomach. "Physical Therapy today?"
"Mmm-hm."
He moved his hand in a circle. "Can you tell me about it?"
Physical therapy did not lend itself to storytelling, but Jasper clearly needed some story, some distraction, so Alice accommodated.
"Well, we had some drama today, a new nurse…"
"Really?" His eyes came alive.
Alice did her best at embellishing the mundane details of the day to give Jasper his much-needed entertainment. She even managed to make him chuckle a few times at the nicknames she gave her fellow patients: 'Johnny White Socks,' and 'Tommy Neck-less.'
As she spoke, Jasper's fingers made their way down the front of her body. Soon, there was no more story, no more laughing, just the heavy silence of desire.
Alice watched Jasper slowly massage her denim-covered pelvis with two slender fingers. He worked in slow circles—back and forth—from her hipbone to her fly, then on to the other side. Up and down, along each tooth of the zipper.
It was a meticulous spiral pattern. His touch did not miss a centimeter of flesh, though it still felt as if she were watching him work over someone else's body.
"Tell me how this feels."
"It's itching… from the inside, it's itching," she said looking up to him, her head on his lap.
"It's healing. We like healing," Jasper smirked, and splayed his large hand across her pelvis.
He reached his other arm over Alice, took his glass of bourbon from the coffee table, and raised the glass to his mouth with a mischievous look in his eyes. Instead of taking a sip, he sucked a sliver of meting ice into his mouth. Alice watched him roll it around his tongue. It was obvious he was devising some sort of plan.
"Should I be concerned about the look on your face?" she asked, with one raised brow.
"Yes." He said seriously, and swallowed a mouthful of the amber liquid, never breaking his stare. He placed the glass back on the table and ordered, "Up," supporting Alice's shoulders as she rose to a sitting position. Quickly, he stood, lifted Alice in his arms, and dipped her saying, "Grab the glasses."
"Got 'em."
When she had both glasses of bourbon, Jasper spun her around and headed toward the bedroom.
"Hey, what about Ruth?" Alice asked, looking over to her wheelchair.
"Ruth is staying in the living room. I don't want her to watch."
Jasper carried her into the bedroom and leaned down so that Alice could place the glasses on the bedside table. He rested her on the bed and began to undress.
"Too many clothes," he said, with a slight alcohol-induced slur to his southern drawl.
"You or me?"
"Both. Everyone undress."
Alice laughed.
FINALLY!
Jasper pulled his dress shirt, still buttoned, over his head and tossed it on a club chair in the corner of his room. After he removed his belt, and unclasped the waist of his pants, they fell off of his thin frame to his ankles. Alice tried not to laugh as he stepped all over his feet trying to get them off.
His body was a perfect, thin-V. That slight tan line still showed above the waistband of his heather grey boxer briefs.
"What?" he asked, bashful but smiling, when noticing Alice's stare.
"You are one beautiful man."
He dropped his head and turned away, picking up his pants, and walking to the chair, giving her a view of the smooth skin over the rippled muscles of his back. He took off his socks and placed his pants over the chair, when he turned around the shy, intoxicated youthfulness had disappeared. He was back to being calm, confident, controlled Jasper.
Alice removed her camisole, leaving her in her black bra, and unbuttoned jeans.
"I'd like to take these off of you," he said, walking to her.
She nodded, wide-eyed, and Jasper gently placed his fingers in the waist of her jeans and pulled them over her slim hips, down her thighs, over her knees, and eventually freed her of them.
When he turned away from her to place her jeans over the chair, Alice felt a chill in the room. She fought the urge to cover herself, but ran her fingers around the sides of her black silk underwear to be sure the fabric covered her wounds where the bolts once entered her hips.
She tried not to stare at the swell in his briefs when he turned back around.
Please, please, please… tonight, I want to see it all.
He crawled into bed next to her, lay on his side, and propped up his head on his hand.
Alice swallowed her nerves. "Are you going to tell me your plans, or do I have to guess?"
"You say PT is going well… let's see how well. Close your eyes, Alice, no peeking."
She complied. Behind her eyelids, she imagined herself lying on the bed and hoped Jasper liked her pale skin.
There was silence. No sound. No vision. And then…
Touch.
His fingertip brushed the inside of Alice right knee. He brushed it back and forth like a paintbrush, moving just an inch higher with each pass.
Oh, Good Lord.
Alice took in gulps of air.
She felt his hand ghost over her inner thigh, then across to her outer thigh, then back towards her knee again.
"You can feel this?" He asked.
"Yes… yes, of course." Her voice trembled.
The fingertip was joined by another. Back and forth, more quickly this time, switching from nails to the pad of his fingers.
"Tell me when sensation disappears, I want to mark the progress… the healing," his tone was cool, but she couldn't mistake the husky underscore to the sound.
The feeling sharpened at her knees, but blurred as he made his way towards her underwear.
Keep going.
"Tell me, Alice."
He circled the soft flesh of her inner, upper thigh—a place that would normally send her spinning, but she felt little.
Maybe I can lie.
"The truth, Alice."
"Okay," she gave in, "right there. I don't feel much right there."
"Open your eyes."
Alice opened her eyes to see Jasper's finger just an inch from the apex of her thighs.
"You have a freckle right there," he said, staring at his finger.
"I don't have freckles."
"Yes you do. Well, it's a beauty mark then."
She looked at the small beauty mark next to his finger.
"This will be our marker." He said, and then looked up at her with concern. "If this is a new mole, we need to get it checked out. Do you have a dermatologist?"
Alice sighed, exasperated. The sound melted into a laugh.
"I know. I'm very romantic." Jasper smirked self-consciously and Alice ran her fingers through his hair. He leaned down and kissed the beauty mark. "Another conversation for another time?"
"Mm-hmm," she nodded, feeling her heart expand and spread warmth throughout her chest.
"Close your eyes."
"Again?"
"Yes." His voice was stern.
When she closed her eyes, she felt him reach over her body to the bedside table. The sound of ice rattling in the glass grazed her ear. Then one cold droplet of water splashed on the center of her chest.
She gasped.
She heard him snicker.
"I feel everything there."
"I can see that."
Alice's nipples puckered and Jasper's warm mouth reached the center of her chest, between her breasts. Slowly, his tongue slid over her skin, lapping up the water.
And then there was nothing….
Until the sharp sting of ice on the warm skin of her thigh.
"Let's try temperature sensitivity."
The slower Jasper went, the more Alice internally squirmed. She wanted him on top of her, inside of her—her mouth, her sex—she wanted to be devoured. But instead, he took his time, sliding the ice cube in a random pattern over her leg.
"Tell me when."
Alice's chest heaved and her arousal soared.
When she no longer felt the ice, she whimpered at the loss. "There, right there, I feel nothing."
"Open your eyes."
Alice blinked open her eyes, but instead of seeing Jasper's finger marking a spot, she watched him suck the ice cube into his mouth, then grinning proudly.
"What was that?" She asked, frustrated.
"I needed a control for the experiment."
"A control…? You mean you took the ice away?" Alice whipped her head side to side on the pillow, amused and flummoxed by this man in her bed. She recalled her courses in science and social science, learning about experiments and control groups.
"What?" Jasper said grinning as he tried to read the expression on her face.
"Such the researcher," she laughed.
"Now we know for sure… it wasn't just in your mind. And look," he went on, reflecting her smile but sounding more interested in the project than the person, "it lines up with the freckle… we can check the progress over time."
How did we get here? One minute he looks like he's about to go down on me, and the next, he's presenting a paper at a Psychology conference.
"What's the matter," he asked, with his brows pulled together.
"Nothing." Alice pressed her lips together and attempted a smile.
She was certain that Jasper would suggest they turn in, as he often did when she wanted him most. But instead, his brow relaxed, his light eyes darkened, and he shifted to press his body against hers.
Jasper dug his hands into the Alice's hair, his face, hovering over hers. He pressed his forehead to hers, then turned his head, and kissed her.
His lips were soft, but the movement was forceful. As his tongue, chilled from the ice, entered her mouth, Jasper slid his hand down her chest, inside the silk cup of her bra and over her breast.
Alice couldn't help it. She moaned at the feeling of his hands, his thumb over her hard nipple. This time the sound did not stop his movement, but encouraged it.
Quickly, Jasper sat up on his knees, and moved to kneel between her legs.
He reached both hands between the bed and her back and unhooked her bra. Alice watched his fast movement, the fire of desire in his eyes, and the erection straining through his boxer briefs.
"When was the last time you had an orgasm?" He demanded.
"I… um…"
"Since the accident?"
"No."
Jasper leaned over her and cupped Alice's breast, lifting it into his mouth. He teased and taunted her nipple with his tongue—swirling, and sucking.
"Can you come this way?" His voice, still urgent.
"I don't know… I haven't…"
"I want to make you come."
God, yes! Please, yes!
Jasper moved onto her other breast, giving the same attention, the same delicious teasing. He ran his finger under the waistband of her underwear.
"Can you feel that?" he asked against her breast as he ran his fingers again.
"Yes. A little."
Alice threaded her fingers in his hair and gave a good tug.
"I want to feel your pussy."
Jasper slipped his fingers between the silk of her underwear and the silk of her skin.
Alice knew he reached the destination when he growled and thrust his erection into her leg.
"Fuck, Alice."
"I'm wet." She didn't want it to sound like a question, but it was.
"So fucking wet." His eyes scanner her face, her body—breasts and thighs. He inhaled deeply through his nose. "Your body is responding."
He pulled his fingers away and sat back up on his knees. The fingers glistened in the soft bedroom light.
The front of Jasper's grey boxer briefs turned dark and wet with his pre-come. He moaned as he slipped his wet fingers into his mouth.
"Please," Alice mewled, and reached for his thighs, "please, I want you inside of me."
"No… no, no, no. Not until it feels good for both of us."
"It will feel good… it will. Please."
"No, Alice, it's dangerous. You can't feel if something goes wrong."
"It will be alright…"
"No… wait…" Jasper closed his eyes then rubbed his hands over his face, trying to gather himself. Alice watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed. He took a deep breath, then removed his hands from his face. "I need to see all of you."
Alice knew at some point, she would have to show him her hideous scars, but it still frightened her. So vain, she scolded herself.
Jasper stepped off the bed, stood next to her, and hooked his fingers into her underwear. Before he pulled them down, he looked into her eyes and said, "Don't worry about the scars."
"You know about the scars?"
"Of course. I read up on your surgeries."
Her heart melted. "Really?"
"Yes… you're surprised?"
Alice shrugged one shoulder, then paused. This was her Jasper, a thinker, guarded, suave, but sensitive. "I guess I'm not so surprised," a content smile spread across her face, as he pulled her panties off of her.
He leaned over her hips and looked for a moment at the first wound, saying nothing, he placed a soft kiss there. He did the same with the second wound. Alice marveled at his gentleness.
Controlling a shy smile, he looked up at her and said, "And now, , it is time to make you come."
Alice laughed loudly, freely at his serious tone.
"Glad I amuse you."
"Oh, you do, you do," she continued to giggle as he crawled back on the bed, between her legs.
"Tell me everything you feel."
Alice placed her hands on her breasts and closed her eyes. She could sense his head dipping down.
"I feel your hair brushing my stomach."
"Open your eyes."
Alice looked down at the top of his head, his blond hair, between her legs—his mouth so close to her.
"The visual stimulus should aid arousal."
Alice burst out in a fit of laughter again. "Is the visual stimulus the dependent or the independent variable?"
Jasper turned his head to her thigh, and laughed against her skin.
A laugh, a full-on laugh!
She egged him on, "Oh, my scientist. Tell me more about experimental psychology."
He laughed more and shook his head.
Threading her fingers in his hair, she said, "I love your laugh. You should laugh more often, Jasper."
"It's easy to do with you."
"Tell me more about science… are we going to test a hypothesis? Do we write a lab report later?"
He cleared his throat. "Enough Tom Foolery, Ms. Brandon, I'm on a mission. This is serious business."
"Yes, sir," she rasped, suddenly feeling far from laughter.
"Keep telling me what you feel. Touch your breasts. Watch me."
Alice followed orders. She pulled her nipples with her fingers, tipped with a French manicure.
She stared at this beautiful man, placing his hand on her abdomen, pulling her skin taught with his thumb, fully exposing her pink flesh. He parted his lips, then licked the full length of her sex.
"Oh, God," she whispered. "Warm. I feel warm."
He did it a second time, and Alice roughly palmed her swelling breasts.
"Tingling… my thighs… my stomach… pins and needles."
Jasper tilted his head to the side and sucked the sensitive sliver of flesh between his lips, humming a deep tone.
He's sucking my clitoris and I can barely feel it? For Fuck's Sake!
"Pressure. I feel pressure, deep in my stomach."
He slipped his hands under her pelvis and looked up at Alice for assurance.
"Yes, it's okay," she said in a voice thick with lust.
Alice used her thumbs to tweak her nipples as she massaged her soft, sensitive breasts. Being sure she watched, Jasper extended his tongue, then drove it deep within her sex. She watched him dig into her again and again, his cheeks brushing against her thighs as he moved his head.
"Yes… yes," she strived to keep talking, to attempt to describe something she never felt before. "Everywhere, I'm tense in every place I can feel, please don't stop."
She whimpered as she manipulated her breasts more roughly. Gasping for air, she walked to the edge of her orgasm and teetered there. Jasper moved his head in small, fast circles.
"So… tight," she stuttered. "Deep in my stomach… pulling… almost… please don't stop."
Jasper stretched his legs out on the bed, supporting his weight on his elbows. He rocked his pelvis into the mattress, and groaned from his chest.
"Yes, that… more."
Again, he rocked into the bed. And again… he started a slow rhythm, grinding onto the mattress. The small muscles in his shoulders and arms clenched and released with each move of his head and hips.
Alice was aching, every cell, begging for release. Pulling at his hair, she wanted to thrust into his mouth, feel what she could not. It was as if layers of fabric separated his mouth from her sex—the feeling was distant—maddening.
"Oh, God… please fuck me, Jasper."
He pulled away for a second to simply say a firm, "No," then continued to consume.
Alice could take no more, the build, the dark pressure, the tight coiling of her body, mind, and soul—it was too intense.
"I don't think… I can't…"
Jasper did not stop. She could hear him sucking on her; smell her come.
Without lifting his head, he held his index finder in the air.
Does he want me to wait? Hold on? I can't take anymore… fake it?
Jasper then slipped his finger inside of her. He lifted his head, his face smeared with her liquid, and met Alice's eyes as he turned his hand, facing up.
Though she did not break her stare, she saw the movement of his wrists.
The only sound that could be heard was the matched rhythm of their panting breaths.
He crawled over her, his finger still inside, and covered her mouth with his own. He kissed so powerfully, she lost her breath and drowned in her own taste. His tongue fucked her mouth the way she wanted his cock to fuck her sex.
Hard.
She danced on the brink of release, wanting to pull her skin off of herself.
He moved his mouth to her neck; sucking and biting—marking her, she was sure. She hoped.
Jasper began thrusting himself into her leg in time with the finger inside of her.
Closing her eyes, Alice pretended he was inside of her, making love to her.
So. Fucking. Close.
"More… I need more, please, Jasper…" or stop.
She could not bear to stop him. She could not bear to continue.
Jasper stopped suddenly and lifted his face from her breast. His broad chest rose and fell as he caught his breath.
The raw look in his eyes nearly frightened Alice, but his voice was soft when he said, "I've completely fallen for you."
Oh.
His hand between her legs jerked once.
Alice fell off the edge of ecstasy, her entire being scattering out into the atmosphere. Her eyes filled with tears and she screamed out, "Fuck, Jasper, Fuck, Fuck," and she clutched at the skin on his neck and back. It was the most extraordinary experience of her life—parts of her body she didn't know she had dance and vibrated blissfully as she fell to the earth.
Alice opened her eyes and saw Jasper staring down at her in.
"That was awesome," he said, completely unguarded.
"Thank you," her voice, saturated with impending tears.
Jasper kissed each eye, and dropped his head to her neck, breathing warmth over her.
Slowly, he rocked into her thigh again.
Alice hooked her thumbs into the back of his briefs. "Let's get these off."
Jasper sat up on his knees and began to pull down his briefs, but Alice stopped him.
"Can I have the pleasure?"
"The woman knows what the woman wants."
Grabbing Alice's hands, he helped her sit up. Carefully, she pulled the elastic band of his shorts away from his body, never liking the way an erection bounced when freed from its entrapment. She pulled the boxer briefs to his knees, and Jasper finished removing them, tossing the wad of fabric onto the floor.
His erection was smooth and large. The head was swollen and wet. She curled her fingers around him and stroked the muscle.
Jasper groaned.
Alice struggled to sit up further and position herself to take him in her mouth.
"No, no," he pulled away.
"What? Why?"
"It looks awkward."
"I don't care."
"I do."
"Get on your side," she instructed.
Jasper complied, too aroused to argue. Alice rolled to her side and lined herself up with the most beautiful cock belonging to the most beautiful man she'd ever seen.
"Does it hurt to be on your side?"
"No," she said, reminding herself to never tell the truthful answer.
Alice could not wait to have him in her mouth and wasted no time doing so. No teasing, no foreplay needed, she sucked him into her mouth and took him down to where her hand held his base.
"Oh, God."
Jasper cupped her head as she sucked in her cheeks and swirled around the sensitive head with her tongue.
Letting go of his shaft, she tugged on his balls and felt them harden.
"So good."
He let out a quick staccato series of moans as he thickened even more.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh… I'm going to come."
Sliding her hand over his hip and around to his ass, she pulled him closer.
"I want to come in your mouth," he nearly cried his request, coming undone at the seams.
No need to beg.
With Jasper in her mouth, she gave a subtle nod.
One guttural sound, then silence.
He dug his hand in her hair. The first hot stream of come hit the back of her throat. And then a second… a third…
Come filled Alice's mouth as she sucked and swallowed.
When he began to soften, she pulled off of him, pressing her lips firmly around him and sucking along the way.
Jasper flopped onto his back and stared at the ceiling for a moment, catching his breath.
"Good?" She asked, knowing the answer.
"Yeah… great."
He reached over and stroked the back of his finger down her cheek.
"I want to spoon," he said, drawing out the o sound the way he did with 'moody,'
But Alice knew spooning, being on her side, would be painful.
"I like the way we usually sleep," she said.
Jasper raised a brow, knowingly. "So… being on your side doesn't hurt?"
Alice shook her head and rolled to her back.
"Busted?" he asked.
"Busted."
Reaching down, he pulled the sheet over them. "I love when data supports my hypothesis." He mimicked her, teasingly, "Doesn't hurt to be on my side. Nope, not one bit."
Jasper positioned himself next to Alice, pressing his front onto her side, and draped his arm over her.
"We have to wait until it feels good for both us," she mocked back.
Jasper laughed as he reached over her and turned off the bedside lamp.
"Good night, Alice." He kissed her tenderly.
"Night, Jasper."
Alice lay in silence for several moments, still reeling at the whole evening. She waited until his breath became deep and slow, hoping he was asleep. Finally, she let out the words that had perched on her tongue.
"I think I love you," she breathed into the darkness.
After several long seconds, she sighed her relief, and began to drift to sleep.
"Me too," was the last thing she heard.
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More story proper coming soon.
Warm regards,
Liz x