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Just two more chapters and then the epi left after this chapter. It has been quite the journey with these boys.
EPOV
Jasper slams me into the wall beside the door. "I've gotta get you inside," he mumbles against my neck while he fumbles with the door.
"Open the fucking door then," I manage to say before his lips crashes to mine in a hot and wanton kiss.
He gets the door open and I'm roughly pulled inside. I push him off of me and he looks at me with fire in his eyes while I lean against the door, taunting him to make a move. And he doesn't disappoint.
"You better wipe that smile off your face, Cullen."
"Make me, Whitlock."
I've dreamed about this. Imagined it. Planned it. Jerked off to it. And now it's about to come true. I'm going to have Jasper the way I should've if I hadn't been such a pussy those years ago. It hurts to know that this man could've been mine all those years ago, but I'm not about to dwell on that and ruin the mood.
Jasper's face softens. He's reading my expressions and he's concerned. I don't want that.
"Don't you fucking do it," I demand him. "We're not going to fuck this up. I'm fine. Just regretful that I was dumb enough not to go after that tight ass of yours in high school. I could've had you screaming my name back then, but things have changed." I'm smug and feeling good. I'm about to be fucked by the man of my dreams.
He smirks at me. His head is back in the game. He takes his sweet time walking over to me, steps between my legs, and invades my space as he pushes his hard body into mine. I feel every inch of him pressed up against me and I moan. This is what I want.
He lays a soft kiss on my chin and then roughly pulls my hair back, hissing in my ear before biting the shell of it, "What makes you think you could've taken me back then, Cullen? If I had gotten the chance to, I would've had you on your knees taking my hard cock up your ass. You would've been my bitch." His words turn me on even more. I feel like I'm about to explode.
"Jasper…" I whisper while he nips and sucks on my neck. It's going to leave a mark, but I don't give a fuck. His lips are sweet and rough on me and I love it. He wants hard and passionate and I'm going to give it to him. He thinks he could've dominated me back then?
I push him away and he growls at me. I give him a crooked grin and palm my crotch. "I could've taken you because I'm Edward fucking Cullen and what I want, I get."
Jasper stalks back to me and devours my mouth in a smoldering kiss. He abruptly pulls away and I nearly curse him for then move. But he's gleaming with too much promise of unadulterated desire for me to say one damn word.
"Is that so?" he challenges. His eyes, sparkling with mischief and lust. I want tremble under his heated gaze but I can't. I won't show him weakness. It isn't what he asked for. He wants the bastard. He lusts after him. And it's my job to fulfill any fantasy Jasper has.
"Yeah, it's so. And don't pretend like you don't fucking know that I'm right."
"I do. And that's why I'm gonna fuck you until you can't stand."
His words are my kryptonite. I go weak in the knees.
He knows what he's doing to me as he leans his head to the side, eyeing me with a devilish grin. "You know what?" he taps his chin and says, "Strip. I don't want one piece of clothing on you."
He backs away and I don't hesitate or ask why he wants to do it. I just strip. I take everything off while Jasper strokes his cock through his pants, moaning, "Damn, Edward, you're fucking hot. I love your big cock. Is that yours or mine?"
I don't answer him and he frowns at me, asking his question again in a clipped tone. "I said is that cock yours or mine?"
Because I want to taunt him, I say, "It's mine."
Jasper stomps over to me and pulls me into a rough kiss. It's hard and controlling. He grips my hair tightly and shoves his tongue down my throat while rubbing his crotch against my engorged dick.
When he moves away, we're both panting and I want to scream at him for stalling. But he grabs my neck and pushes up against me, grinding his body on me. Leaving me in a state of blubbering incoherence while he pants in my ear, "You feel so fucking good, baby. I think I can make you come just like this." He grips my cock and pumps me. "And for your information, Cullen, it's not your dick, it's mine. This cock..." he strokes me hard and goes on, "is mine. This ass is mine. These lips." He kisses me gently. "is mine. You are mine. Am I understood? You're mine, Cullen."
"I'm yours," I whisper, wanting to come.
"Don't you fucking come!" he commands.
I obey.
His lips are everything I want them to be. They move all over my body, assaulting me, satisfying me.
"So fucking sexy," Jasper hisses as he nips and kisses his way down to where I hungrily want him. My body convulses in want for it. I need him to do something. Suck me. Fuck me. I don't care. Just fill me with nothing but pure, uninhibited pleasure.
"You're very sexy, Cullen." His voice is thick and husky and I'm panting in need.
He drops to his knees and takes me into his mouth. And I forget to breathe. It's primal. It's commanding. It's heaven. Jasper lavishes my cock with attention while I moan and plead for him. He cradles my balls with one hand and his other finds its way to my ass. He grips and I lose control and fuck his mouth.
"Oh fuck, baby! Yes!" His mouth is my own personal heaven and hell. It's redemption and torture. Jasper gives good head. "Damn! Fuck!" Thinking is not an option. I'm nothing but lust, pleasure, and love all rolled into one. His tongue, his teeth, his mouth…I'm goner.
I beg, yell and scream until I'm limp in his arms after coming. I didn't even know when he got up. But he's chuckling with kisses to my neck as he holds me up.
"Need to rest?" His concern is heartwarming. And mine skips a beat with love for him.
"Fuck no," I say tiredly, crushing my lips to his.
He moans into the kiss and we're moving when I feel ready to. We're knocking shit over in the hall and laughing with promises to replace whatever the hell we broke. But we're still moving to the bedroom. And when we get there, I push him on the bed and crawl on top of him. He smacks my ass and I laugh and crash my lips to his. Our tongues tangle and our moans fill our bedroom until I move away to get the lube.
We work together to strip him, tearing his shirt open, sending buttons flying without a care. Yanking his pants and underwear down. I make him hiss and drop back to the bed when I take a long lick of his hard cock before sucking it between my lips and making him yell and confess, "Fuck, Edward! I never allowed myself to think about this." While I work my way down his dick, flattening my tongue against the underside of it, and tracing the veins as I make my way up.
"You feel so fucking good, darlin'. I've wanted this. I'd thought about those sexy lips of yours wrapped around me."
It feels good to hear that I wasn't the only one suffering back then.
I give his cock a few hard sucks before I move away amidst his protests. But I want him inside me when he comes. I throw him the lube and crawl up to the headboard, leaning against it with my legs spread wide, stroking my cock while I watch him prepare himself. He moves to me, pulling me down on the bed and flipping me onto my stomach. I laugh. I love the roughness. I love him like this and I internally curse myself for foolishly missing out on this. He prepares me for his cock and just when I couldn't wait any more, I feel the weight of his body on mine as he pushes into me.
The slow, sweet burn of his cock filling me is welcomed along with his words. "You feel amazing. Fuck, you're so tight. You're mine. Nobody else will ever fuck this ass again. Only me. You hear me?" he says as his slow deliberate thrusts gain strength.
I moan and thrash in satisfaction but I haven't answered him yet and with a snap of his strong hips while he pounds into me, he reminds me, "No one! Say it, Edward! Say no one but me will fuck you!"
"Nobody will ever fuck me but you, Jasper. Only you!" I yell, happy to be on all fours and pushing back against him with vigor while he fucks me.
He pulls me up by my hair and grunts, "I was afraid to want his." He circles his hips, pushing deep inside of me, hitting that spot that drives me mad. Prompting me to confess to him.
"Do you have any fucking idea how longed I've wanted this?" I groan in pleasure, turning my head to catch his lips, biting and kissing them while we fuck. "I thought about this every damn day I watched your tight ass passed me in those halls."
One hand holds me to him and the other slides down my body to my aching cock, gripping it, stroking it, and I go on. I want him to know what I was thinking then. "I wanted you so much. I wanted you to fuck me hard. I wanted you to take me so many times. I wanted to take you. I wanted you in my car, in that club in Port Angeles, in my house and just about anywhere I could have you."
I didn't want it to slip out, but it did. I didn't want to apologize and fuck with the mood, but I had to. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, Jasper. I was so wrong."
He kisses me hard, swallowing my cry as my orgasm takes over. He rides it out and then pushes me down to the bed. And the mood changes. Instead of the intense fucking, it becomes solemn and loving as Jasper switches gear. His thrusts are still hard and deep, but with tenderness and care.
He comes closer as I starve off another orgasm while he continues to fill me. "I love you," he whispers in my ear, kissing it and taking my hand in his. "I love you, Edward."
It's too much and he knows it. "I can feel you clenching around me, baby. Come for me. Come again, Edward."
My body is his to command and it convulses and I shudder with another orgasm while Jasper comes inside of me, our hands clasped tightly as we ride the waves of our intense release.
Afterward, we're nothing but tired limbs as we take a minute to reflect and rest.
"That was…" Jasper says with a chuckle.
"It was…" I sigh against his chest with a kiss.
"I could go again."
"You're a fiend."
"And I have you to fuck forever so I'm sure I'll be cured by then."
I don't answer with words. I take him up on it because I'm well rested and ready for another go.
We didn't waste any time taking things to another level. We fucked in almost every room of our apartment. Jasper took me over my piano, in the living room on the floor, in the hall leading to the front door. Actually that had been a part of a game we were playing, which I willingly lost, just so he could have his way with me.
Then there was in his studio. After that adventure, I tried to wash the paint off, but it was hard to concentrate while he was sucking my cock. We did it on the bathroom floor because we couldn't wait to get back to the bedroom. And when we got there, it was to sleep until Jasper woke me up later on to fuck.
"You're mine, Edward!" he says, driving his rigid cock into me.
"Yours! Oh fuck!" I shouted and exploded, my come shooting onto the bed while Jasper stills and comes inside of me.
We collapse to the bed in exhaustion but it's his fault. He's the one who woke me up. It's five am and we should've gotten a lot more rest that we had. Today is a busy day. We'll be heading up to the Woodmark Hotel, where our wedding will be held in a day or two. The car service is picking us up in a couple of hours.
"We should be sleeping," he says with a kiss to my shoulders.
"We won't if you keep fucking me."
"I can't help it. I love your ass." he smacks it and laughs.
He expels himself from my body and I groan at the loss. I know he's just going to the bathroom for something to clean us up with. But I hate it when he pulls out. It leaves me feeling empty without him.
"I hate when you pull out," I tell him when he gets back.
Jasper smiles. "I don't like being away from you either."
"Well, we have our honeymoon," I smile up at him as he gently cares for me. "No interruptions for weeks."
He stops and kisses me before saying, "You mean, I get to fuck you without interruptions for weeks?"
"That's exactly what I mean," I moan against his lips and he jumps away, making me growl at him.
He laughs and runs to the bathroom and back. He jumps into bed with me, throwing the covers over us before fluffing his pillows and dropping his head to it with a sigh. "Well, I personally can't wait for that, but right now, we've got to sleep."
I look down at him incredulously. "You're the one who woke me up!"
"Yeah," he turns to me and shrugs. "I wanted to fuck."
I laugh and throw myself down on the bed while he chuckles and pulls me into his arms.
~~wytwm~~
"Jasper, uuh, the driver will be here in a minute...fuck!"
He moans and sucks me harder as he works his mouth down my cock and swallows around me. He stills, grips my hips, wanting me to fuck his needy mouth.
I try not to move and plead again. "Jasper, we should be going." I can't even look down. If I do, I'll lose it. It's too much to see Jasper on his knees with my cock in his mouth. "Jasper, we should…"
He pulls on my hips and I give in. I grasp his hair and fuck his mouth until I'm shouting my release while coming down his throat. He laps up everything I give. I slump against the door, reminding myself to stand and not collapse from the force of my orgasm.
I didn't even think I had any strength, much less, cum left in me after last night. As a doctor, I know how ridiculous that statement sounds, but I don't give a fuck. My fiancé had fucked my senses out of me last night.
I'm allowed to be a dumbass today.
"Jasper, seriously," I say as he spins me around and slams me into the door.
"Shut the fuck up, Edward and let me fuck you before he gets here."
And that's what I did. I shut the fuck up, well aside from the non coherent words and incomplete sentences that leaves me while Jasper drives his hard cock into my ass, and let him fuck me against the front door.
"Oh! Uh! Fuck!" I scream as I come, coating Jasper's hand with my essences and he stills, shouts my name and comes in my ass.
We both lean against the door, chuckling and trying to catch our breaths. "I love you, baby," he says as he pulls out and runs off somewhere. I slide down the door to the floor, laughing at myself and the one thought that seems to be implanted on the forefront of my mind at the moment.
I love Jasper, and he's going to fuck me to death.
Our driver arrives a little later than scheduled and we're thankful. We lock up and follow him downstairs while he's apologizing. But we're all smiles and telling him that it's okay. Jasper winks at me and pinches my ass when the driver isn't looking.
I can't tell you how long it takes to get to the Woodmark Hotel because I'm asleep for most, if not, all the way there.
I can tell you that I knew that we'd gotten there because Jasper wakes me up with kisses all over my face. "We're here, baby."
I open my eyes to him and look out the window at the smiling faces of Jeanne, Alice and Rose while they waved. I turn back to Jasper and kiss his lips. "Let's go get married."
He smiles, opens his door and pulls me out of the car. The bellboy takes our bags and Jeanne pulls us into hugs. Alice thanks our driver and then Jasper and I are escorted into the hotel with details upon details filling our ears about our wedding day. While all we want to do is sleep. We laugh at the women around us and let them talk until Jasper graciously excuses us after Alice mentions our room.
Our wedding planner is a godsend and she's booked us the suite from heaven. I know I'll explore it later, but right now, all I see is the king sized bed and an amazing fiancé, who just turned down the duvet for me. He kicks off his boots and climbs into bed, patting the space next to him.
"Come on, baby, let's get some rest."
Jasper's smile is reassuring and sweet. He's not the dominant lover from last night and this morning, he's my loving fiancé who I'll love until my last breath and beyond.
I follow suit and kick my shoes and climb into bed with him. He kisses my forehead and tells me to sleep. And that he'll be here when I wake up.
"I love you, Jasper Whitlock." I say, drifting off on his chest.
But not before I hear him say, "I love you, soon-to-be Edward Cullen-Whitlock."
It's really happening. Jasper will soon be my husband.
Next: We're married.
