[TW spit/do not have sex with a glass bottle it could break] Still college years.
He didn't get any more texts from Alice. Not for a week. Nothing cheeky about his belt, or asking if he was free to see her again.
It deeply irritated him; he didn't hound after girls. Mostly because it was desperate-dog behaviour — and he was always top-dog. But also, it wasn't nice. His mother wasn't alive very long after he got girl-crazy and a cracking voice, but she managed to teach him that much.
He played around with the idea of messaging her first — to ask for his damn belt back. He wasn't going to let some freshie keep it as a sex-trophy, after all. But in the end, he decided not to give her the satisfaction of knowing how far deep he'd fallen absolutely by himself.
He was at Laurent's, a sleazy little establishment that didn't card well. Though they did, usually, turn away any particularly baby-faced idiots at the door. But it had an air of excusivity; usually catered to flashy business-men who wanted to take a college girl to their corporate fuck-pad.
Edward had some sort of in with the owner, since his social circle was populated with more than a few gorgeous young ladies who enjoyed a tennis bracelet for their birthday or weekends in the Berkshires.
One of his oldest friends in the world, Peter, sat with him at the bar. Usually, they pulled at college bars; since the girls here wanted the suit-and-tie. But since Jasper couldn't wet his dick, he'd opted for the quiet atmosphere.
Peter didn't seem to mind either, swigging his beer and lounging against the bar.
"Hi!" The perky voice near his elbow has him looking at a vaguely familiar face.
He was good with faces, though, and names; and the memory came easy. "Tyler's sister." He nodded at her, but didn't like that she was something else that reminded him of Alice.
"Lauren, I was hoping to talk to you, since I was thinking of pledging," Lauren began a spiel about a social sorority that interested Jasper not-at-all, though he hummed as he takes the last sip of his beer, "and I saw you talking to one of the sisters last week."
But it's Peter who spoke up, "Yeah, that'd be Charlotte," he said, and Jasper barely refrained from rolling his eyes. The surprisingly reserved, calm, Charlotte was Peter's newest piece; and he was frankly boring Jasper to tears with it.
"You know her?" Lauren asked eagerly, before she looked over Peter's shoulder, and visibly became very annoyed. "Oh, hm, hang on, a weird girl's coming."
Jasper frowned when he looked up and saw Alice walking towards them with a happy little smile. His irritation spiked — he would be very displeased if she thought she could cuddle up to him in public after ghosting him. But her attire made him look twice - she wore a dress made out of a couple pairs of black gloves over her tits, her crotch and her ass, like they were groping her, while the rest of her dress was a shitton of transparent fabric.
But despite his own sulk, he found himself turning towards her as she stepped up to him, and was a bit surprised when she held a beer to his chest. She's holding two, he realised, and, if he was honest, the move made him feel well looked after, he smiled.
He took it, and leant over to kiss her cheek. He let his lips slide across her cheek, and whispered in her ear. "You shoulda come said hi first," If she had, Jasper could have given her the cold shoulder and let her know she needed to work to get back into his good graces.
"Hi," Alice said, kissing his cheek twice. "I wanted to surprise you." She pulled back, smiling up at him as she jerked her head to one side. "This one's for you, Peter," she didn't break eye contact with Jasper as she thrust it over to him carelessly.
Peter took it, stuttering out a shocked, but pleased, thank you. Jasper shook his head ruefully - unsure if he liked that she'd thought of another guy, even if it was his friend. "How'd you avoid an X on yer hand?"
Alice shrugged one shoulder, looking around the 75%-full bar with no interest. "How did you?"
Jasper chuckled, knowing that they were all under twenty-one. "Just lucky, I guess."
"Same!" Alice chirped, and looked at the brunette again. Despite calling her a 'weird girl', Lauren's nose wrinkled innocently as she widened her eyes, as though she didn't recognise Alice at all.
Lauren looked to Jasper with a doe look. While he was unimpressed, he played along. "Oh, Lauren, and Alice, you're both freshmen," he supplied dryly.
The girls shook nicely. He put a hand on Alice's back, guiding her to stand in front of him as he said to her, "I know her brother."
He liked Alice standing pretty between his knees. He asked lightly, and not quietly, "Been ignoring me?"
Alice was still facing Lauren, who said something that Jasper didn't give a shit about. A moment passed and Alice didn't respond, Jasper carefully drew one finger around her ear, brushing her already short hair back. He used the same hand to lay over the back of her neck; not squeezing, because he didn't have to. "Been ignoring me," he confirmed quietly, and he's quietly angry.
She didn't have to be like this. Alice could have him licking her pussy tonight, if she played her cards right. All she had to do was be a sweetie. But she was acting like she already had Jasper hooked, when she really had to be paying attention to the lure.
Alice raised a brow, and asked, quietly, "Been missing me?" He didn't answer, and it seemed she could sense he didn't like it. She turns slightly more towards him, leaning her spine against the side of his knee. "I don't cling."
Jasper could disagree; since she was around his neck like a limpet after humping his belt. But something in her eyes was unsteady; as though this wasn't an opening; this was assurance.
"I do actually try and study," she continued with a shrug. He watched the bones under her thin shoulders with particular interest. "Had a test this week. Forgive me for another beer?"
Without waiting for an answer, Alice took one step forward and not, actually, bumping into Lauren. Jasper had forgotten she'd been here, but looking up now, Lauren had already fucked off.
Alice took another step towards the bar, this one more determined. Jasper grabbed and tugged her back. Alice cuddled up immediately, and that was the beginning of that sweetness he wanted from her.
Her eyes looked contritely up at him. "Two more beers?" she offered now, and it placated his sulk.
"You don't have to buy your drinks when I'm here." Her pretty smile was cute enough to kiss, so he does. He ended it by closing his teeth around her plump bottom lip, just a little, before he pulled away. "Though when I'm not around — you should."
Alice nodded demurely. "I will."
Earnestly, she neatly wiped her finger twice-over the middle of her chest — crossing her heart, and he was right back to being very satisfied with her.
"Really think you could have stood to let the lil' lady buy you another," Peter reasoned, and Jasper only mentally jumped, having forgotten his friend was still here. Peter looked annoyed, fully aware that he had been forgotten, made a show of leaning around Jasper to smile down at Alice. "And you could tell me your name."
Alice introduced herself nicely, and shook hands. But Jasper frowned thoughtfully, because he didn't remember ever mentioning Peter's name before, only just now remembering that she'd offered him the beer by name.
He was about to ask, but Alice's next words cut him off; "I have a friend who wants to try roller-derby too!"
"She'll be happily recruited. But Charlotte is still laid up for another week," Peter was explaining sadly.
Now Jasper was getting annoyed all over again. "Another week might kill you, since you can't seem to shut up about her." He knew he was being harsh — but he'd never seen Peter get this goo-goo over a girl. It was annoying when Alice was being icy to him, and it still irritated him now.
Alice pinned him with a look that was half-amused, and shifted so that her shoulder pressed into his belly, and reached up to pinch in chin. "Be nice," she chided, and he scowled, but let her.
Alice grinned, and snapped her fingers. "You wanna get the girl - you gotta say it with flowers!".
Peter inhaled so quickly he must choke on his own spit, the way he started coughing. "WHaT?" He splutters on his words, looking so incredulous that Jasper had to laugh at him. "No, um, it's not like that-"
"But it could be, with flowers." Alice explained patiently. "It's okay, I'm helping you."
Jasper watched as Alice took control of Peter's phone, picking out the perfect 'get well soon and let's be more than FWB' bouquet. "Never be afraid of baby's breath!" she said with conviction, and Peter nodded along with her, as engrossed as he was lost.
Jasper peeked over her shoulder as she was hard at work, and she leaned over to give him one absent peck. "Save me the last sip of your beer," she told him lightly, just before he was about to tilt it up and finish it off.
It mildly annoyed him, but this was his fifth. Drunk, he just kept his mouth around the beer, and let his mind drift while Alice finished her mission. He was miffed she wasn't paying attention to him, as well. Miffed she's not on her knees and sucking him down, miffed that she couldn't be … because of the fucking clymidia. He let his teeth close around the mouth of the beer, feeling the clink and nibbling absently in his irritation.
But as it stood, it let his mind wander to the way Alice had really cuddled up to him. He could feel every minute little movement she made. Since she was between his legs … the weight of her waist against him, digging into his belt buckle … reminding him of what she does to his belt buckles ….
"No printed card!" Alice's voice snapped him out of his own train of thought. Lucky, considering it's socially unacceptable to be erect in public. "You have to hand write something nice, you'll have to pick it up from the florist!"
"But the florist is ten minutes in the opposite direction to the hospital!" Peter argued, but Alice wouldn't hear of it, and he huffed. He met Jasper's gaze, and grimaced. "Man, you're drooling everywhere."
For a moment, Jasper thought Peter had meant it figuratively, but pulling the beer away quickly cleared that up. Jasper wipes his mouth quickly, his sleeve coming away pretty moist.
Alice didn't seem to notice or care, as she showed Peter the completed purchase, and Peter grabbed his phone back quickly. "Thank you," he said, "I'm going to … be somewhere else." He hopped off the bar stool without ceremony.
Alice wiggled one index finger at his retreating form, before she snorted as she took his seat and Jasper's beer. She was so fast tipping it upward, while Jasper said, "Babe, wait, that's ended up mostly my spit."
Alice met his eyes, and shrugged once, tipping the bottle up further as the liquid slid down. It was thick and viscous, and Jasper watched, wide-eyed, as she swallowed it all.
Pressed up against the toilet stall, their mouths met, tongues followed, and Alice gave a whine.
"I hate two weeks!" she declared, and he chuckled.
"Sorry, baby," he purred, and kissed her again. "Make it up to you," he added, with her arms and legs wrapped around him, he only needs to hold her with one hand across her back, his other dangles his nearly-empty sixth beer freely.
He untangled her limbs from around his torso and squatted down, looking up at her with a wink as he reached up her dress with his free hand. He crooked a finger over the hip of her panties and tugged them down. He saw that they were black cotton as he stuffed them into his back pocket.
Alice's entire face flushed red, and, carefully, she shuffled forward, her hips canted out obscenely. He pried her legs further open, tucking his shoulders behind her knees. As she lifted up, he leant back and her pussy lowered straight into his waiting mouth.
She had pretty good balance, the tips of her toes scraped against the floor as her entire weight rested on him. He licked into her, and she grasped tightly at his head.
Jasper didn't like the way his head was jammed up nearly between his shoulder blades, but it was a small price to pay to get the full amount of her cunt on his tongue.
He licked her up, closing his lips around her inner lips and sucking hard. He likes that she's entirely dependent on his grip on her thighs, and between gripping his head and her feet barely on the floor. She was helpless to do nothing but accept however he chose to taste her.
With a shudder and a high moan, Alice came into his mouth. He felt her juices foam up at the corner of his lips as he kept working his tongue. Until she wiggled and shoved at his head.
"Enough …" she huffed, and she swung her leg from over his shoulder so he could stand up, groaning as he rolled his neck forward. "Sorry, I'm heavy …." Alice muttered, quite boneless with her hands around his neck as he stretched his bunched muscles.
Jasper snorted, because they were both aware of how small she was. He just clapped her on the thigh firmly for trying to fish for compliments. She gave a short gasp and jolted a little, but let him shift her up again, for another kiss. She clapped a hand over his mouth before he could reach her own.
"Rinse your mouth out, first …." she muttered, blushing again. With a chuckle, Jasper remembers he's still holding a beer. And tipped the last of it in his mouth, swishing it a little.
Finished, he puckered up, and Alice pulled him eagerly into a kiss by hooking her hands over his ears. She licked into his mouth, chasing the last of his beer with her tongue, and he closed his lips around hers and pulled away with a smack. He was still holding the beer bottle, and it gave him an idea.
He gently trailed the mouth of the beer bottle over the underside of her exposed thigh, and brushed it against her pussy. She stuttered out a gasp, looked into his eyes and nodded once. He bent his knees as she put her hands on his shoulders, and with a little jump she wrapped her legs around his waist, barely letting him steady himself before she's licking eagerly into his mouth.
Grinning, he shoved three fingers into her, prying her open with little ceremony. He's glad to find he did a good job — she was already so wet and ready for it. "Bare down baby," Jasper murmured into her mouth as he used his palm to push the beer neck inside her.
Alice threw her head back and grasped his shoulders tight, holding her breath for quite a while, when her head fell back forward. He twisted the bottle a little, liking the way her breath hitched.
"And to think," he purred in her ear, "I'm even bigger than this." He shifted his hand up, enough to keep a hold of the bottle and slip a finger inside her. He grinned as he can feel her clench around it, curling his finger in just to hear her keen.
"... Believe it when I see it," she huffed, and he pulled the neck of the beer out an inch, and thrust it back in, making her whine, and slap a hand over her own mouth desperately.
"You will — in two weeks."
Alice releases her own mouth to grip around his neck and pull herself into his shoulder. When she started mouthing at the meat between neck and shoulder, his knees went a little weak and he pushed them both up against the stall wall for balance.
Alice gasped, the sensation of the hollow opening filling her and the pull of the smooth glass had her hitching up her hips and scrabbling to hold onto her cowboy's broad shoulders.
Jasper kept at a shallow, fisting thrust as Alice continued sucking and nibbling on his neck. He never even considered his neck a particular Spot before, but she was certainly changing his mind now. His thrusts got clumsier, harsher, but she took it well. One of her hands slid up and tangled into his hair. When she tugs at the nape of his neck he thrust the bottle hard, twisting it and pressing it so hard into her he manages to lift her up a little by sheer force.
It sends her over the edge with a high and long whine, and sounding a little more like a complaint, as he keeps the bottle mercilessly ground inside her.
He pulled it out when she stopped shuddering, steady and slow. She hadn't managed to make a sound yet, except a sharp hiss. He heard the very definitive sound of a seal being broken as the suction around her pussy is released, and she gave a shudder in his arms.
"Sh-shouldn't have done that. Could have broken." Alice reasoned, but she's so breathless, Jasper wasn't convinced it was a bad idea.
He glanced consideringly at the beer bottle, and saw a little bit of viscous liquid slide down the glass. With a shrug to himself, Jasper tipped the bottle up and let it drip into his mouth.
He didn't get much of a taste; it was sour from whatever beer was left. But when he pulled back, he caught Alice gaping at him with wide-eyes. He liked the idea of surprising her this time, and gave her a wink.