*Lemon ahead*
Eight
ALICE POV
"I feel bad you are going to miss the party," I bite my lip, holding Jasper's hand as we walk.
He squeezes my hand, offering a small shrug.
"There's time for it," he smiles, "Besides why would I want to watch Emmett lick vodka off every female in the cheer team when I could watch you simply laugh for joy."
My heart literally can't take how adorable he is. He'd offered to take me out after a rough day at class. I don't know why I had texted him first. It was a knee-jerk reaction. I had opened my phone intending to text Bella or even my mum, then I saw his name. I could feel his arms around me just by seeing his name on the screen alone.
"I appreciate you making me laugh," I say.
He lets go of my hand to spread out the picnic blanket, placing the small cooler bag on top. I sit down on it stretching my legs out. We'd decided on the outdoor cinema which was showing an old war movie. I knew I wouldn't enjoy it. But I had learned Jasper was a major history buff. It was cute.
"So what happened again?" he asks sitting beside me, long legs stretched out before him.
"I have this tutor who just is really over the top," I say, "he worked for Vogue in Paris. He's massive and we managed to nab him to tutor here. Today I wanted to just quickly chat with him about the course material. We have to make a clothing line. He kept putting his hand on my back and the small of my waist. Maybe I'm overthinking it, I don't know."
"I think instinct is pretty powerful. Maybe you should speak to someone?" he offers.
"It was probably nothing," I wave my hand, "Let's just forget about it. I want to just spend time with you."
"Well I'm all yours," he smiles.
"Tell me about your family," I suggest.
I watched him mull over the question for a moment before a large grin stretches across his face.
"Well, I'm from a really small country town of course. My father died when I was six," he explains.
"Oh. I'm sorry," I say sadly, "That's so awful."
"Don't be. It was a real long time ago. But I had to be the man of the house super quick. I have a little sister, Clara. She's so sweet. Still in high school and a total heartbreaker. My mother raised us both alone. She never remarried," Jasper shrugs
"What's her name?" I ask.
"Julie," he smiles, "she is your typical southern mother. Loves cooking, her horses. She sells jewelry she makes at the local markets. She works as a teacher."
"She must be incredible if she raised someone as great as you," I nudge him gently, "my mother would be amazed by you. She'd compare you with my brother and wonder where she went wrong."
He laughs, shaking his head.
"Nonsense. Edward is great and so are you," he smiles, "how about your parents?"
"They're not my real ones. I'm adopted," I shrug, "Edward is my adoptive brother. My father is a powerful man. He is a doctor. He owns several hospitals and even won awards. I was left at the hospital as a baby and he fell in love with me when he came to check on my health. Edward came into the family a year or so before me. Esme couldn't have kids of her own so she didn't think twice when Carlisle suggested adopting us."
"What incredible people," he smiles, "so you never knew your family?"
"My mother was a teen mum. I never tracked her down," I shrug, "I have a mother who loves me now. It's all I need."
He stares up at me, but before he can respond the movie starts cutting him off. Damn it. I really wanted to hear what he had to say. He turns to face the screen, leaving me to admire him secretly the whole movie. His features are incredibly attractive. The sharp jaw, the slight dimple in his grin, the blonde hair that was constantly a neat mess. But looks were just the tip of this iceberg of a man. His personality was caring, kind, and clearly, one that doesn't come around often in guys his age.
How'd he manage to bump into me of all people?
He'd picked up my coffee by mistake, taking a sip. When I'd tapped him on the shoulder prepared to chastise him from not reading the lid correctly, he turned and I suddenly didn't care. He'd apologised, purchased me another coffee and we ended up chatting until the place shut.
Even a week on I was still on a high from our first date. He'd taken me to dinner, the truck afterward was a makeout session, nothing more. And I'd tried to make it that, but he'd shown me he was willing to do this right. I actually mean something to him.
Unable to help myself I yawn as the credits roll.
"I hope you weren't bored," he smiles at me.
"Never," I shrug, "World War Two is interesting."
"It is, but that was about World War One," he laughs, "maybe if you didn't spend the whole thing check me out you'd know that."
Fuck. Busted.
"I did not spend the WHOLE movie checking you out," I lie.
He tosses me an expectant look, eyebrow raise, a smug smile.
"Okay. I did for a little bit," I admit, "but only because I thought you were more interesting than the movie."
"Next time you can pick it," he nudges me.
Next time? Oh, he's perfect.
"I would love that," I smile, "I promise no brother at my next movie pick."
"That would be ideal," he nods, standing up before leaning down to take my hand and help me up.
As I get my balance he wraps an arm around my waist, lifts my chin, and pulls me in for the kiss I have waited all evening for. For a moment he catches me off guard. But then I sink into it, letting him take charm. I stand on my toes, so my height isn't too much of a burden on his neck. If it bothers him he doesn't complain.
Wrapping my arms around his neck I pull my body close to his, encouraging him to deepen this. His mouth gets the hint, moving against mine as his tongue meets with mine. Together they twist and twirl, a soft sigh escaping me.
I want nothing more than to continue, but I stop for air. He looks down at me as I catch my breath.
"I need to get you home. I have a game tomorrow. Come and watch me play? You can be my good luck," He offers.
"Okay," I nod smiling, fighting myself from gazing at those lips.
We pack up, the entire time we steal glances at one another. The parking lot was now empty, the other people who had watched the movie are gone.
After we load up the boot I smile at him grabbing his hand. He thinks nothing of it, which makes it more fun to tug him with all my strength toward the back passenger door of the car. He lets me take the lead this time.
"Alice," he laughs.
I climb in before turning back to pull him in, pulling close the door behind him once he's in. He knows exactly what I'm after and he gives me it.
Crashing his lips to mine, this kiss is more urgent than the one before. I lie back on the leather seat, he hovers over me. Things intensify quickly. I'm unbuttoning his shirt, he's tugging up my dress hem.
"You're sure?" he says breathlessly.
"God yes," I nod, "please. Please."
The tension between us is too much. I'm no chemistry expert but surely this is all about to boil over for us.
His mouth begins to explore my neck. As I quickly tug at his belt, fumbling until I have it undone. In the time I've done that he's tugged down the straps off my dress. Those perfect lips are wrapped around one of my breasts, his hand giving the other attention. I gasp out at the sensation, moaning at the pleasure bursting through my body.
"You're so perfect," he whispers against the skin his mouth just was, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps.
Once i have his pants undone I reach beneath his waistband and wrap my hand around his erection. He hisses, closing his eyes as he throws his head back slightly. God he's thick, long, hard. All for me.
"Jesus," I smile.
"No. I'm not religious," he looks down at me, grinning like the devil.
We work as best as we can in the small confinements of his truck. His fingers dip into my underwear, wasting no time finding that I'm ready for him as I'd ever been. His eyes lock on me as he pushes a finger into me, using his palm to rub my clit. He's an expert.
"Oh fuck," I moan, reaching back for the handle on the door with both hands.
If the pleasure is this intense now I can only imagine how much better it will get.
"More," I moan, "stop teasing me."
"I'm savouring," he slips another finger inside of me, beginning to make small thrusting motions, "I literally didn't give this moment enough credit in my dreams."
Crying out I buck my hips. He's driving me crazy and I can't handle the pace of this right now. Leaning up, pushing him back into the seat beside the opposite door from the one I was holding. I straddle his lap, pulling his member from his pants.
"Baby, normally I would totally be down for foreplay. But I can't hold out," I mutter.
After quickly ripping his shirt over his head, he grabs onto my hips chuckling at my urgency. God his chest is fantastic.
"Don't laugh at me," I smile as I pull him from his pants, lining him up with where I need him most.
Then I sink down on him, impaling my waiting sex on his. He throws back his head into the headrest behind him, eyes tightly shut. I lean forward into him, placing my hands on his shoulders.
"Please start moving before I snap and begin slamming into you," he groans, blue eyes staring back at me.
"That sounds encouraging, baby," I giggle.
"Alice," he grunts moving his hands down my body to my ass, squeezing, "have your fun so I can leave you seeing stars."
Without needing to be asked again I bounce on him, thrusting down into him as best I can. Moans, breathless gasps, and grunts mix. Our noises begin to fog the windows clouding us from the world surrounding us. His mouth connects with my skin, sucking and kissing on the skin at the nape of my neck.
"Keep going," he mutters against my skin, "you feel incredible."
A couple more thrusts and I'm struggling from the pleasure.
"Let me help you," he smirks.
"About tiiim… Aghh," I gasp clinging to his shoulders as he begins to thrust up into me.
Each one hits harder than the one before, and deeper, sending me closer and closer to an orgasm he is chasing. He takes no pity on me, as I clench, coming harder than I think anyone has ever made me.
Quivering in his arms, I moan, as he slows his thrusts letting me recover. He never comes to a complete stop though. I lean my face on his shoulder, rolling my hips back, grinding down against his slowing thrusts.
"I'm so close too baby," he whispers into my ear, "watching you cum was the most beautiful thing I've seen."
"It's your turn now," I mutter, straightening up I move my hands to the roof laying my palms flat against it.
He leans forward, mouth clinging to my breasts once again. Normally I'm self-conscious about them. Worrying my modest cup is too small, but the attention he's given them tonight makes me feel sexy.
With a grunt, he begins to thrust up into me again, focused purely on his own pleasure this time after spending this entire encounter looking after my needs.
"That's it," I gasp out, "God that feels so good."
Throwing his head into my chest, he pulls out in time to come into my stomach. I wrap my arms around his head gasping for breath, as he pulls us into a lying position on the seat. Only time knows how long we stayed there for. Half naked, cuddled in one another as sweaty messes.
"Fuck," he laughs suddenly, "That was incredible."
We clean up and he drives me home.
That night I went to bed with the wildest grin on my face, excited to see him again tomorrow.
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