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EPOV
I wasn't gonna do it. I wasn't going to work tonight and after Tanya left, I showered and tried to get some rest, but it quickly became apparent that it just wasn't gonna happen.
All I can think about is Jasper.
Every time I try to get some sleep, his face pops up. I can still feel his strong hands on me. I can still feel him in me, fucking me, making me cum. Every damn thought is consumed by him.
I can't take it.
I jump up from bed, deciding that since I can't get any rest, I might as well go out and earn some cash. I'll need it anyways for my new plan of returning to school and moving. After donning a pair of jeans, a black t-shirt and my Converse sneakers, I grab my things and head out.
Tanya is long gone when I get downstairs and I decide to wait for her. I see possible johns eyeing me, but I can't go to them. Tanya and I have a rule that we don't leave with anyone unless the other one is able to see who we leave with. Aside from the rule though, I can't seem to walk over to them. It's as if something is holding me back.
Every time a car slows down, I hide out by ducking around a corner.
When Tanya finally gets back, she's surprised to see me. She's worried but I alleviate it by reminding her of the plan for school. Once I tell her that I'm out here to earn tuition, she laughs and thankfully, backs off.
More cars come along, and again, I duck out of their view. Tanya notices, but she doesn't say anything.
It's as if I'm afraid.
Or secretly hoping that a certain black car with a handsome blonde gentleman will pull up?
Don't be absurd!
Finally, I tell myself to hell with it. I'm acting like an idiot. I can't let one night with a mysterious, possibly straight guy stop me from working. I'm never gonna see him again so why lament over him? Much less hope for it. It's not going to happen.
Forget Jasper.
I swear to myself that the next car that rolls up, I'm going for it. I don't give a damn about the guys I gotta fuck tonight. Because by the end of it, I won't be thinking about Jasper again.
A car pulls up after a while and the driver beckons me over. With a look at Tanya, I walk over.
"Night, baby, what can I do you for tonight?" I ask, dropping my voice a bit while batting my eyelashes at him.
He's my typical customer, the kind I told Jasper never says thanks, and immediately I know he'll be perfect.
"How much do you charge for a fuck?" he eagerly asks.
I take him in before answering with my price. He's a robust middle aged guy, looks to be in his early forties if I judging right and married. I know that, because his wedding band is still on.
After telling him my price, he seems to mull over it for a minute before telling me to get in. My heart stutters for a bit and all of a sudden, I'm nervous. My hands feel clammy and my head begins to spin, but I push the feeling aside and open the door. I put one foot in and take a seat but as I'm about to put other foot in the car, Tanya grabs the door and orders me out. The guy looks pissed and asks what her problem is and she tells him to fuck off.
He looks like he was about to do something, but when his eyes meet Embry's across the street or maybe Embry's gun after Tanya points it out, he too tells me to get out of his car.
I do so, but as I'm about to rip her a new one, she turns my attention to his car.
I can't move. Tanya is speaking and I'm hardly hearing a word of it. My head just keeps repeating…He came back. She has to practically pull me over to his car.
He came back. I can't believe he came back.
When we get to the door, he lowers the window and his fiery blue eyes meet mine. They're angry. The door unlocks, and I get in. He introduces himself to Tanya and she surprises me by telling him her real name.
Why would she do that? I'll ask her in the morning.
She tells me she'll see me in the morning and I hardly answer because my shock at his presence has not yet worn off. We drive off, and eventually the silence surrounding us begins to relax me. It wears off though by the time we get to his place and he leads me into his loft.
Everything is moving so fast. It surprises me that he returned and also the he came back the very next night. I don't know what to say. My heart skips a beat as he goes to lock the door. My mind is reeling and all I want to do is kiss him.
So I do just that when he turns around. I walk toward him and gently kiss his lips before backing away quickly.
His lips are hard and demanding when he pulls me into another kiss. My eyes close and I lose myself in him. He takes control as his tongue massages my own. His scent surrounds me and I fight to stay above whatever fog he has me under.
Our lips part, but our heads stay together and without hesitation or fear, I whisper, "My name is Edward."
He pulls away and looks at me for a minute before smiling and saying, "It's nice to meet you, Edward."
He holds my hand and leads me to the kitchen asking if I am hungry. I tell him yes and watch as he pulls his dinner out of the bag plating it up. He unbuttons his shirt a bit before he tells me to go and get something to drink and to head to the dining the table.
I watch him move around his kitchen. My eyes focused on every move he makes. His muscles ripple beneath his crisp white shirt and my dick twitches. I feel like I'm in a dream. That's got to be it. I'm at home, in bed, dreaming of him.
His voice snaps me out of my thoughts, while he asks if I'm okay. I tell him yes, and as worried as his eyes look, he still accepts my answer. To avoid his stare, I move to the fridge, grabbing a soda. He tells me to grab a bottled water for him and I do before moving to the dining table, taking a seat.
He comes in a moment later and places a plate of Sweet and Sour Chicken with white rice in front of me. I look over into his plate and he has Tanya's favorite General Tao's chicken with vegetable fried rice. There are even egg rolls on the table with extra sweet and sour sauce to dip them in.
"Wow," I mutter.
He bites into a piece of his chicken before saying, "There's more if you want to take some for Tanya."
"Thanks."
I start to eat and we fall back into a comfortable silence. Once we're through he takes our plates and place them in the sink before handing me a container to take some food home in. He asks me if I want a beer and I tell him yes.
He pulls them from the fridge, opens them and after I pack some food for Tanya, he hand me one. We move back to the living room, taking a seat on the couch.
I take a few swigs of my beer before asking him if I can smoke. He says yes and I nervously light one up.
I blow out the smoke and lean forward, bracing my elbows on my knees. "Jasper, why did you come back?" It's a question that has been gnawing at me since I walked through his door and now I want an answer.
"Truthfully, Edward, I don't know," he replies. "I just...I know…"
"I feel the same thing. So what are we gonna do about it?" This is obviously something that's confusing him but I can't let that cut into my plans just because, even after just one night, he's awakened something inside me that has being laying dormant since Seth told me to never contact him again.
My feelings.
Jasper makes me feel, and to me, that's dangerous. He'll use me and once he figures out that this isn't what he wants, I'll be right back where I started. I'll just be another plaything for someone to use and dispose of like before. So this time, I'll be in control. This will be business and nothing more.
"So you're straight right?" I say before continuing on without giving him a chance to answer. "And this is just some sort of experiment to you, right?"
I didn't mean for my voice to be filled with such contempt, but I'm tired of these fuckers who can't just make a decision about their sexuality and stick with it.
"I'm not straight," he whispers. For a minute, he looks as if he wants to say something else, but quickly decides against it.
"So what are you? Bi?"
"No, I'm gay."
"Fine," I reply before asking. "What is this then? What do you want from this?"
"I don't know," he whispers. Jasper looks pensive and I can see the indecision written all over his face. He wants this–whatever it is–or just something, something to let him know he's feeling.
A dangerous place for me because if I help him, I risk doing the one thing I promised myself I wouldn't do again.
Feel.
I'll help him, and he'll figure it out and I'll be left behind in the wastelands while he goes off and lives.
Isn't that what you do with all your johns? So why not the same with him?
Because the moment I got in his car, I knew that this is gonna be different, he's different.
You got all of that from one night?
Yeah, and because I wanna figure this shit out so that I can move on, I've gotta see where this will take me.
You're doing it, aren't you?
I don't know what I'm doing, but I plan on finding out.
"So," I sigh leaning back against the couch. He watches my every move and I tremble under his intense gaze.
"Are you cold?" he asks, reaching for a throw blanket from behind him. He throws it over my legs before I can say anything.
"Thanks," I tell him, keeping the real reason behind my shudder to myself.
"You're welcome." His expression is solemn and he reminds me of a child for a second.
"Why do you do that?"
"Do what?" he replies.
I laugh before answering, "Your moods are giving me whiplash."
"I don't understand what you mean," he tells me.
"I mean, one second you're all shy or nervous as you seem now, and the next, you're this dominant person. Which is it?"
He smiles before replying, "It's a bit of both."
"How so?"
"Since I met you last night, it's been a bit of both." His eyes are so hypnotic that I have to look away, clearing my throat before taking another pull of my cigarette and outing it in my beer.
"Fire hazard," I say in response to his lifted eyebrow.
"You know it's bad for you, right?" he says.
"Yep," I reply.
We laugh together before he suddenly gives out, "I don't want to see you with anyone else. Umm…I mean…umm"
"You want exclusive?"
"I..umm…yes," he replies.
"Okay." He looks shocked by my answer before I add, "But it'll cost you."
"Okay," he replies without hesitation.
"What are we talking about here?" I ask. "At your beck and call, whenever, wherever or at certain times to fit in with your real life."
"My real life?" he questions.
"Yeah, the one you really live."
He sighs before answering, "Can I let you know tomorrow?"
"Sure." I tell him. He'll have to work out some things before he can decide.
"So, who are you?" I ask, not sure if he'll be willing to share or if we're just gonna leave it at a first name basis.
"I'm Jasper Whitlock, 29, and a history professor at NYU."
"I'm Edward, just Edward, 20, and a hooker."
He laughs out at my answer and says, "I appreciate your straightforwardness."
"As do I."
The night goes on and after a while talking turns into kissing. I haven't kissed someone aside from Tanya in so long. I love kissing him. I guess it'll be one thing that I'll miss once this deal is over. His soft lips simply mold with mine and his strong tongue dominates my mouth. His hands wander to my sides, gripping and pulling me on top of him. He thrusts his hips up into mine and I push back against him in kind.
Our hands roam and our clothes are removed until we're both naked and grinding our hard cocks against one another's.
"Ungh…Edward," he moans out from beneath me as I rub my dick against his. The feeling of his silky tip gliding along mine has me reeling and begging to be inside him.
Though, I don't say it out loud. I don't think our deal–whatever it'll be, will entitle him bottoming for me–though I do miss that.
"Mmmm…" I groan out while sucking on his pulse point as he grabs my ass, pushing me harder into him. Reaching down between us, I grip his cock and start to pump it. He moves one hand from my ass and begins to do the same to me.
Our moaning bounces off the walls and between his hard strokes of my dick and his tongue down my throat, I cum all over his stomach, triggering his orgasm as he arches into me, shooting his cum on our stomach and hands.
I collapse on him and we stay like that for a while.
"Edward," he whispers from far away. I'm falling asleep on top of him and not realizing it. His nudges begin to wake me.
"Yeah," I croak.
"We have to get up," he says, pushing me up.
"Okay," I reply while moving off of him. He takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. I plop down on his bed, falling back and closing my eyes once more.
The warm cloth against my skin makes me jump as he wipes our sticky cum off. My eyes remain close as I enjoy the sensation of his hands on me. He causes me to jump again, but this time my eyes pop open when he takes my cock into his mouth. I reach down and grasp his hair while his hot, wet tongue laps at the head before dipping into the slit.
His mouth engulfs me as my back arches off the bed. He pushes on my hips, gripping them to keep me still as he sucks my dick.
He takes his time going at a maddening pace that has me writhing and whenever I look at him, it has him smiling. He pushes his mouth down on me, bobbing his head once or twice before releasing me with a pop–much to my dismay–but he then licks his way up to the tip.
He gently grips my balls, fondling them as his tongue laps at the head of my cock before moving down to the base and back up again like it's his own personal lollipop.
"Jasper…I…come…I…"
"Mmmm…" he moans out, causing me to shudder.
He takes my cock back into his mouth, running his wet mouth down to the base. He sucks me hard while adding his hand to the equation. A flick of his wrist while he pumps me in time with his mouth as he sucks harder and harder has me panting for more.
I'm begging, pleading with him to make me cum, and even has me slapping his hand away from my hip and thrusting up to his mouth.
"Jasper…uuuhhh…I need to cum," I manage to get out.
He answers by increasing his speed as his head begins to move in a blur of blond hair appearing and disappearing from my sight as he sucks in earnest.
My orgasm rips through me like an earthquake and I cum, shooting my load down his throat.
I pull him up, crushing his lips to mine in a hard kiss. Tasting myself on his sexy, swollen lips as it sends a thrill through me.
He lies down beside me after I release his mouth and throws his hand over his eyes, breathing heavily.
"What?" I question.
"I love sucking your cock," he says, simply before moving his hand to meet my eyes.
"And I love feeling your mouth wrapped around it."
He looks serious for a second before asking, "Do…umm..do you get that a lot?"
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"Other guys sucking you off," he mumbles, looking anywhere but me.
I turn his face to me, urging him to meet my eyes. "No, mostly, they just want me to do it to them or to fuck me. Does that weird you out?"
"It should, but for some reason, it doesn't," he explains.
"Good."
We relax for a while and as much as I try, he refuses to allow me to suck his cock. Even though, it's hard and standing at attention.
I lick my lips at the sight of the pink, bulbous head–all hard and ready to be sucked–as it leaks pre-cum.
"Are you gonna stop looking at it?" he asks with a laugh.
"Nope."
He sighs and pulls me into another kiss before pulling away and saying, "The lube and condoms are in the top drawer over there." He points to the dresser in the other corner of the room.
I move off the bed, heading over to it and grabbing what we need. I crawl on top of him, flicking the lid of the lube open and pouring some on his waiting fingers. Keeping my eyes on him, I sheath his dick into a condom, pouring some lube on it as he prepares me.
I move to get off of him so that I can get on all fours but he stops me. "No, stay just like this. I want to see you."
I obey and raise myself up for him to align his cock with my entrance. He pumps himself twice before pushing inside me. I feel the familiar delicious burn of my tight muscles stretching to accommodate his size, and I breathe through it before lift my hips and starting to move.
Jasper is by far the biggest I've ever felt inside me, so I'm glad he waits tonight–unlike last night– giving me time to adjust to him.
I brace my hands against his shoulders and move my hips.
"I want to go slow," he says. "I know I must've hurt you last night and…ungh…as much as I want this…mmm…I don't' want to hurt you, Edward."
"Okay," I whisper. "Thank you."
I could feel the tears wanting to gather in my eyes and fall at his generosity so I close them and arch my head up when he hits a particular sweet spot inside of me.
"Uh…feels…ugh…so good…" I groan out. I don't want to, I want to remain professional and detached, but I can't help the feelings that are coursing through me whenever he thrusts up into me.
The slapping of our skins sounds throughout the room along with our heavy sighs and grunts. I'm almost there. I want to cum, I want to feel him cum inside me. I want him to fill me. I want him.
"Jasper," I sigh, my eyes pleading with him when they look into his. He sits up, wrapping his hand around my waist. He brings his lips to mine, sucking and nibbling on my bottom lip before passionately kissing me.
His tongue glides along my own as he makes love to my mouth while the speed of his thrusts build.
He pulls away, looking deep into my eyes and I'm caught in a sea of blue while he says, "Cum for me, Edward. I wanna feel you cum around me."
I push down harder on him. I break our gaze, closing my eyes and push myself harder and faster against him. He meets me thrust for thrust before he wraps his hand around my cock, pumping it in time with his cock's movements.
The coil in the pit of my stomach builds and builds until I can't…I just can't hold on anymore.
"Uhhhh…Jasper!"
He answers by letting me ride out my orgasm before mine pulls his from him. He spins us faster than I can imagine, pushing me down on the bed and lifting my legs up over his shoulders.
He drives into me while he cums. He tries to hold his weight off of me until he couldn't any longer. He collapses beside me and pulls me into his arms, both of us spent and exhausted.
I've never felt anything so intense before, and lying here in his arms I know I have to be very careful and try my very best not to fall for him.
Wow! I'm spent. How about you?
Next up: Edward shows us how far he and Jasper have come, and what type of deal they'd worked out…
