DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction is a non-profit, amateur effort and is not intended in anyway to infringe on the rights of Stephanie Meyer who created the wonderful Twilight Saga.
Are we all ready? Glass of wine in hand (or Baileys, I'm not fussy) and no kids around? Well okay then. Here you are… some Jasper and Alice lovin' after the battering I've been giving them it was only fair. And yes, I blushed my way through writing this as badly as I blushed the first time but think I've done a better job. A huge, huge shout of thanks to Jasper's Sex Kitten who sorted this out for me and made it make sense. Thanks Barbie xx So without further ado…
Stop The Merry-Go-Round
Chapter Thirty Eight: Sweet Surrender
Jaspers Point of View
I pushed open the door to the apartment and Emmett strode quickly to my room nudging that door with his hip. Once inside he laid Alice gently down in the middle of the bed pulling the comforter to drape over her still sleeping form. He stood there silently for a few moments, never taking his eyes off of her he suddenly whispered
"She's been through some shit huh Jazz?"
I mumbled a quiet yes, wondering where this was heading,
"Treat her right cowboy. Hurt her and you'll have me to answer to. I mean it."
Only mildly amused by his blunt honesty I followed partway as he walked back out to Rosalie only stopping to shut my door and click the lock soundlessly in place before grimacing as I banged my head weakly but repeatedly against the wood. Fuck I needed a drink, a proper 'strip the wallpaper from the walls' shot of something, one that made me splutter, gasp and wheeze but I knew I had two chances of that with Emmett around… slim and none!
"What's wrong Jazz?"
I spun round in surprise at her quietly spoken question. Damn! I hadn't meant to wake her up.
"Hey darlin'! Sorry if I woke you. You need me to go get y'anythin'?"
She hesitated patting the edge of the bed staring at me through hooded eyes and whispered,
"Just you Jasper. I only need you."
My body stirred to life under her brazen appraisal as I flopped down next to her but I fought it - real hard - we had things to talk about. Putting all my weight on my good side, feeling soothed just by being closer to her, I realised the craving for alcohol had been replaced by a different thirst…a longing for her, one addiction for another. Damn it Whitlock. Focus.
"So Ali?"
"Sew with a needle and thread Jasper!"
I tipped my head so I could stare directly into her eyes, raising a questioning brow,
"Really? This shit is serious darlin' and you're usin' lines like that on me?"
Her lips quirked briefly but then she pressed them into a thin line before looking away, fingers playing with the covers. She was nervous, I could feel it and something akin to panic fluttered in my chest. I lifted her chin, kissing her gently on the tip of her nose,
"C'mon" I bumped her with my forearm "how bad can it be?"
Her demeanour changed with all the speed of a flash-flood and her face contorted in anger nostrils flaring, eyes glaring a warning as she snarled,
"How dare you? How. Fucking well. Dare. You?"
Her hands had closed into fists and she leaned forward, trying to provoke my reaction,
"You son of a bitch! You cut me off at the knees when I ask you to tell me what happened at the… at the… with J… J… to tell me what happened but you expect me to spill my guts every time you give the order…"
I sighed heavily. I knew the game she was trying to play and I understood the rules. Shit I'd invented the damn rules. Ask Emmett. Because of me he was a past master at getting round the art of deflection, seeing through the bullshit I blustered when I didn't want to answer a simple question and this lil' lady was deflecting big time. My arm slashed through the air and I snapped at her,
"How dare I? Listen to yourself. Jesus fuckin' Christ Ali just listen. You need to talk about this. You can't even say his name can you? Well not when you're awake anyway! You're not the only one who's sleep gets disturbed darlin' and in your dreams the name that you scream? It ain't mine!"
I caught her wrist easily as she brought her hand up to slap me, grasped her other one when she tried again. I kept my voice level, grave but there was a no mistaking the warning in my tone,
"Don't. Don't try that again darlin'."
She hissed and spat like a cornered alley cat and I smiled grimly - the nickname suited her - as she tried to wrest herself free and attack me with her sharp claws. As I hauled her hard against my chest and punished her with a bruising kiss I saw her eyes gleam triumphantly and realised my mistake. This was what she'd wanted all along, from the second she looked up at me from the bed this had been her intention, to use sex as her weapon of choice to keep me from prying loose her secrets. I wasn't mad, I wasn't even surprised, we all needed to work with what we had when we were trying to protect ourselves and she clearly didn't want to talk. I understood that better than most and I knew I wasn't strong enough to fight her. I heard that aggravating voice in my head snort in derision, hell, who was I kidding? I had more than enough ammunition of my own if I really wanted to make a battle out of this but I didn't what I wanted was to surrender to her. Completely. Roughly she pushed me back and I watched, fascinated, as her tongue darted out angrily to moisten her lips. She leaned over me resting her knees on either side of my hips, her hands either side of my head. Her slender body hovered enticingly over mine, close and yet not quite close enough. I could feel her heartbeat racing, her temperature rising, feel her ragged breathing matching mine becoming more strained, more laboured. I was aching with need when finally she moved, lifting her tiny hands to swirl fervent patterns across my chest over the cotton of my t-shirt. Fuck but I wanted to feel her fingers on me, skin against skin, no barriers between us. Her injuries wouldn't let her do what she wanted and I saw her brow furrow in consternation,
"Tell me what you want darlin' " I drawled thickly "what d'you need me to do?"She slid sideways off of me and I bit back a groan of disappointment at the loss of contact until she grabbed the pillows from behind us and positioned them under my torso, raising my body to hers. I shuddered with anticipation as she settled herself back across my lap brushing tantalisingly close to my erection, shifting forward nuzzling her full lips to the hollow of my throat. I closed my eyes against the myriad of sensations that were assaulting me. Breathing deeply to catch the scent of her sun-kissed skin I skimmed my fingers lightly up her arms and across her shoulders, down her ribcage and over the sides of her breasts smiling to myself as I heard her swallow noisily. Her lips parted and leaning on my good side I pushed up on my elbow, moving closer to her until we joined in a soul-searing kiss. Her tongue slipped quickly into my mouth teasing, seducing, mating with mine and a satisfied sound rumbled low in my throat. I could feel her hunger, her desperation as her hands fell to my waist and pulled the material of my top away from my jeans and slid underneath. Her agile fingers worked their way through the dusting of hair on my belly up my chest until she reached my nipples, toying with them, teasing them until they pebbled beneath her touch. Shivering, not bothering to hide my moans she responded by grinding her hips roughly against mine and I watched her expressive eyes change colour smouldering with a need that rivalled my own. My lips slid from hers plastering hot kisses first in the crook of her neck before continuing slowly, seductively to nestle in the valley between her breasts. Her fingers threaded into my hair tugging me nearer not hard enough to hurt but with enough force to let me know this was where she wanted me, I had to taste her creamy flesh and so ordered gruffly,
"Off! Your top. Take. It. Off."
She tugged at it with abandon but I saw the pain darkening her eyes and cursed, the angle was all wrong and she was putting pressure on her injured ribs. I pushed her hands away gently, replacing them with my own, getting a firm grasp of the material as I wadded it in my fists and pulled. I grinned dangerously as the jagged sound of tearing cotton filled the room but fumbled the catch on her sheer lace bra. Jesus she made me feel like a horny, floundering teenager. My heart pounded as though it were trying to break free of my chest as I stared in wonder… again… at the perfection that was Alice. Her nipples hardened under my intense scrutiny and hungrily I took one in my mouth sucking and biting,
"Jasper!"
Her astonished cry caused me to grin arrogantly against her and as her head fell back she arched even closer groaning loudly, digging her nails into my scalp. I murmured into her skin,
"Talk to me darlin' , tell me what you want. I need you to tell me…."
Shamelessly she rocked her pelvis watching my reaction closely, the merest hint of a wanton smile playing across her swollen lips.
"Hellfire woman!"
"Off Jazz! Your top. Take. It. Off."
As she spoke my breath hitched she was throwing my own words back at me and it sent my blood speeding south of the border stiffening the part of me that wanted her the most. Meekly I complied, gritting my teeth as the stitches in my shoulder tugged and then forgetting all about them as I heard her possessive growl because that shit right there was one hell of a fuckin' turn on! She curled her fingers slightly and scratched down my chest, marking me, claiming her territory,
"I want…."
"Tell me," I begged. "Tell me."
I felt her nails tracing my scars following the trail they made down my body, the pressure she was exerting increasing the nearer she came to my midriff. This time I stopped breathing altogether as her hand swept lower rubbing hard, creating a delicious friction but it wasn't enough, until I was buried deep within her warmth it would never be enough.
"I want to taste you Jasper."
Her voice was small, reserved but I heard her and my body reacted instinctively to her whispered desire tightening further as she moved from straddling my hips to sitting across my knees. I watched as her dainty features screwed up into a look of concentration, watched her hands trembling as they popped the buttons on my jeans. She raised her eyes to mine, brimming with passion and excitement and an unanswered question, I answered it by simply lifting my hips from the bed and allowing her to shimmy the denim down my thighs. She stood, her movements slow and graceful and went to the foot of the bed, bending as far as her abused side would allow she pulled off my boots and my socks letting them land wherever they fell. She yanked off my jeans then discarded her own just as quickly dumping both pairs unceremoniously on the floor.
"C'mere sugar."
I crooked a finger at her but she shook her head, settling herself to lay by my side instead resting her head against my hip her hair tickling my stomach. Tentatively she reached out to take me in hand and my whole body jumped as though I had been hit by a volt of electricity and she gave a throaty chuckle. Wench! Unhurriedly she ran her tongue just above the waistband of my boxers and I pushed myself back up onto my elbows wanting to close my eyes against my own responses yet needing to keep them open to watch what she was doing.
"I think…."
I yelped in surprise as she bit down on my tender flesh.
"You think too much. Get 'em off Jazz. Now!" She hissed.
"Yes ma'am," I gave her a mock salute before removing my underwear leaving myself naked and aroused before her.
She regarded me from underneath her thick lashes and when she licked her lips it was almost my undoing. Almost. Suddenly she enclosed me with her fingers and stroked my length softly once then again before taking me in her mouth, using her tongue to tease my underside and grazing me lightly with her teeth. Fuck! Where the hell had she learnt to do that in just a few days? Moreimportantly at that precise moment did I really give a damn? Hell no! For what seemed like an eternity she held my gaze as she worked her magic and I started panting fighting against the urge to thrust deeply into her mouth.
"Darlin' you need to stop that. Stop! Right now!"
My voice came out an agonised sigh and I felt beads of sweat break out across my forehead as I struggled to retain control and thankfully she took pity on me and released me gradually inch by tortuous inch. Before I knew it she was astride me again and I pushed myself all the way up to claim her in a punishing kiss. Supporting my weight on my good arm I hooked the fingers of my other hand through the delicate material of her panties and with a quick twist they went the same way as her t-shirt. She grumbled against my mouth and I responded by deepening the kiss, letting my tongue glide smoothly over hers as we mirrored the thrust and retreat of our bodies moving against one another.
In one fluid motion she raised her hips and slammed herself down on me and there was no way in hell that I could prevent the profanities that fell from between my gritted teeth any more than I could stop the guttural moan that wrenched free from my chest. My senses went into overdrive - I could smell her arousal, taste her on my mouth, feel her muscles clenching around me - this was never going to last, neither of us able to summon the strength of will to hold back and enjoy a long, lazy ride. No this was meant to be hard and fast, wild and unrestrained, there would be time for making love later, right now we needed to fuck, pure and simple, each of us using the other to try and exorcise our own demons in the only way we could - taking ourselves beyond the ability of coherent thought. She broke the kiss to arch her back impaling herself fully along my rigid length, I used my free hand to support her spine as she lifted herself free of me once more before thrusting back in place rolling her hips in tight circles. She cried out as the angle of penetration hit her sweetest of spots and it was then that I moved my hand between our bodies to part her damp curls and stroke rapidly at her bundle of nerves. Using my shoulders for leverage she pulled up and whimpered as I rose to meet her pounding ruthlessly, restraint forgotten as she matched me thrust for thrust. Release came from nowhere crashing into me as I surrendered myself inside of her, letting her consume me heart, body and mind. I felt her come with me, shuddering, her walls contracting as she screamed my name and we fell into a downward spiral together. She pressed her cheek to mine, her breathing still laboured and uneven and twined her fingers through my hair.
"I love you Jasper Whitlock."
Her eyes were squeezed closed and she spoke quietly, haltingly and my blood rapidly turned to ice in my veins because it felt for all the world as though she were saying goodbye!