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EPOV
My back is slammed against his door. His lips are hot on mine as he tries to get it open. He bites my bottom lip, nibbling it. I open my mouth to him, our tongues dancing while he pushes his rock hard erection against me.
He finally gets the door open and we stumble inside, laughing as he kicks it shut and we start to rip each other's clothes off.
Jasper roughly pulls my shirt over my head, throwing somewhere behind us while he tears his lips from mine, working them down to my neck. He bites and sucks on his favorite spot just below my ear and for a second, I feel a little worried that it's going to leave a bruise. However, when he grabs my crotch and starts stroking me through my jeans, I suddenly don't give a fuck if he marks me. I'll proudly wear it, and besides, all that matters now is getting him out of the rest of his clothes and his hard cock inside me.
My body yearns for him. His eyes are on fire. His stares alone makes my cock weep to be free from the confines of my jeans.
I can't believe how turned on he is.
When I got in the car after my unfortunate encounter with Alice, I was beyond pissed. I wanted to hurt the bitch. I wasn't one for violence, especially against women, but Alice was making me reconsider that just a bit. Fuck, I even wished I was a woman so that punching her in the face for being such a nosy bitch wouldn't look so bad.
However aside from that, I was worried. While Jasper was light as rain, and didn't give a fuck about what she was saying, I did. I wasn't ready to face my parents and when everyone figured out who I truly was, I'd be forced to do that.
I wasn't ready.
Thinking about them made me cringe. My father alone will be bad enough. Maybe he'll think I didn't 'disappear' far enough for he and mom to forget I existed. Shit! I was having such a good fucking day. That bitch! She showed up, and now, I was stuck in this sort of limbo, wondering about what it will be like when I finally come face-to-face with my parents.
Jasper got in the car and the driver moved off the spot. I couldn't face him because one look in my eyes and that smile would be wiped off his face and he'd be worried about what was bothering and want to solve it.
Jasper couldn't solve this. It was between me and the Masens.
I felt his hand run up my thigh, leaving a trail of heat behind. Turning to him, I'm caught in his hypnotic gaze as he glared at me. The desire in his eyes is pronounce, and leaves me breathing raggedly. I want him more than anything. I want to feel the way I did this morning. I want him to make me forget everything.
Grabbing him, I pulled his lips to mine, and it was the invitation he needed. His hands found my hair, gripping it while his probing tongue sought entrance to my mouth. I granted it, and allowed him to delve into the depths. I let everything about Jasper surround me. His scent. His taste. He had no idea how much he was helping me right now. With him practically on top of me, grinding his hard on against me while devouring my mouth, I easily left the unwelcome thoughts of my parents behind and threw myself into the moment.
When I was alone, I'd come up with a solution to deal with them. Maybe I'd even share it with Jasper. If he was really serious about being my boyfriend, and I think he was, then this was something I'd have share because it concerned him too.
However, if talking to Alice the way I did, was going to turn him into a sex crazed fiend then I was all for insulting the bitch again.
"Ugh…fuck…Jasper," I groan, closing my eyes to the sensation of his teeth against my throat.
He pushed me into the wall next to his bedroom door, unbuckle my jeans and yanking them down my legs. He falls to his knees and I thank God that I'd decided to go commando when he wraps his lips around my length.
My head bangs against the wall repeatedly while he sucks, licks and nips at my cock. I bite my lip and grip his hair tightly, fighting the urge to roughly thrust into his mouth when he hollows out his cheeks and sucks on the head.
"Damn...fuck...baby...you're killing me," I groan. His only answer is to take more of me into his mouth, moaning around my dick. The vibrations send delicious shivers up my spine. I grab his hair harder, foregoing my worry about ripping it out, and still him so I can fuck his mouth.
"Baby, you look so good with my cock in mouth." It surprises me that I can manage to get out full sentences with Jasper's lips wrapped around me. He tugs on my balls, gently rolling them in his palm while his next hand runs up the back of my thigh to my ass. He circles the entrance, driving me crazy, and looking down at him, I can see that naughty glint in his eyes.
He's fucking killing me and he loves every second of it.
My stomach tightens and I break his gaze, when I feel the telltale signs of my orgasm coming on. Looking back down at my cock sliding in and out of his plump lips, I can't stand it, and an almost inhuman roar leaves me as I come down his throat. My head hits the wall as he milks me of my orgasm. I can't stop my hips from snapping forward while Jasper sucks and licks me clean. He doesn't stop until my knees buckled, and I fall in his arms, sending us tumbling to the ground.
"Fuck, fuck," I breath out. I can't find anything else to say. "That was...fuck!"
"It was." He chuckled.
My head is buried his shoulder while his hands languidly run up and down my back making my cock stir.
"Baby," I whine. "Come on."
"Still want you," he whispers, rubbing his hard dick against me, reminding me that I haven't taken care of him yet.
Pulling his lips to mine, I kiss him. I let our mouths slide over each other conveying whatever else is to be said. With his mouth on mine, I look up at the door to his bedroom and quickly pull away from him, getting up. He looks confused and all I want to do is laugh. I love horny Jasper. I push the door open, and a step forward makes me remember that my jeans around my ankles so I push them off the rest of the way leaving myself completely naked. I can feel his eyes on me, but I don't look back.
"Go lie down," I tell him while moving over to the drawer where he keeps the lube and condom. After grabbing them, I make my way over to the bed. Jasper lies there, naked and propped up on one hand, watching me as I crawl on the bed and straddle him. He lies on his back, watching me while I gather a bit of the lube in my hand, and pull him up into a kiss while working my hand down his length. Slow, measured strokes have him grunting and moaning against my lips as I pump his cock from the bulbous head I want to wrap my lips around and suck the come out of him, to the thick base I want to ride. He grips my ass, kneading the flesh while I work him over as he hungrily nips at my lips. My hard cock is trapped between us, pre-cum seeping from the tip as it begs for more attention.
Jasper grabs it, pumping me as he tears his mouth from mine to shout, "Fuck, Edward!" when I grip him harder and pump faster. I smile, enjoying hearing him swear. I love making him do it. I love seeing him so free.
My hand speeds up until he abruptly begs me to stop. I do, but he doesn't give me time to ask why before he flips me on my back. I laugh as he climbs on top of me, but he's on a mission. His eyes are dark with desire and he wastes no time, picking up the lube and moving to prepare me. He rolls on the condom while I playfully wrap my legs around him, distracting him.
"Edward..." he says in a warning tone. "Behave."
Shaking my head 'no', I move to do it again only to have him spread my legs open, while he places himself at my entrance.
When he enters me, the world stops for a while. Nothing exists outside of me and him. He slows, allowing me time to adjust, and then, it's just Jasper, in me, around me. He's everything. Passion flows through me, pushing me to heights that only Jasper, as I've now come to discover can take me to. In and out. He circles his hips, pushing into me with a maddening leisure pace while my body begs for more rigorous thrusts. I lift my hips to meet his, pushing against him, showing him what I want, but he maintains the same slow movement.
"Baby, please," I resort to begging. I want, no, I need him to go faster. "Baby, please…uuhh…fuck me harder…please."
"I want it to last...I want to be inside you for...mmm...as long as I can." He moans. He clasps his hands in mine, moving them above my head, letting our lips meet repeatedly. The soft touch of his mouth and gentle caresses as he moves within me has me reeling. His breath is hot and heavy against my cheek, my neck and my lips as his moans mingle in with my own.
Our pace is slow and sensual. He fills me and leaves me not wanting for anything, and I begin to see what he means. My heart pounds as he makes love to me.
He's making love to me.
The realization hits me like a freight train while my body climbs and I beg him to come with me. This was the same way he was with me last night. The same care he showed when he...made love to me.
I thrash against him. Writhing and moaning while climbing that peripheral edge.
"Uhhh...Jasper...come...fuck, baby, come with me..."
"Come for me, Edward," he whispers, countering my plea. His soft kisses and loving whispers drive me up and up until my body can't stand it. Until the fight leaves me, and I arch into his body while flying over the edge with him close behind.
We find our way back to Earth together, relaxing in each other's touch as a post coital glow overtakes us. Jasper slowly pulls out and I feel empty, lost and sad without him inside of me.
"Now, that was..." he breathes out with an exhausted sigh as he lies down beside me. "Amazing!"
"You're not having a heart attack, are you?" I chuckle. He lightly punches my arm before getting up to dispose condom in the trash. He comes back with a warm washcloth, gently cleaning me off before plopping back down on the bed, crawling up to the pillows and throwing himself on them.
I brace my head up on one arm, watching him lie there with a shit eating grin on his face. His hair plastered on his forehead, his skin flush and glistening with sweat.
"You didn't answer me," I say, wanting to keep the joke going. "Is that my signal to call 911?"
"I'm fine." He laughs. "How about you?"
"Wondering if our spectacular date ends now."
He smirks, his deep dimples making me shiver before he looks at the clock. "Well, I think we can catch a late showing."
"Of what?"
"Of the next part of the date, darlin'," he says, moving off the pillows. I watch his naked body stealthy move down toward me, and I can't help but admire just how hot my boyfriend is. It feels good to say that word, boyfriend, and that's what Jasper is. He's my boyfriend, and a very hot one at that. It still feels so damn unreal that I can be here, happy, with a guy and a life outside of hooking.
Am I dreaming? Am I in a coma somewhere? I don't know, but if it's a dream and I have to risk the fact that Jasper isn't real then I don't want to wake up. He's too beautiful, and I want to stay like this forever.
I've had a few good looking clients before but Jasper is by far, just beyond. He looks like someone who belongs on the cover of a magazine. Crystal blue eyes, slender yet muscular body, nice ass, abs to die for, he's to die for.
"Where are you?" he asks, kissing my lips as he crawls on top of me. I wrap my arms around him, welcoming the weight and reveling in the feeling of having him in my arms.
"Thinking about how damn hot my boyfriend is," I tell him. "I'm a lucky fucker."
"I'm the lucky one," he disputes with a smile and I kiss him before he goes on, "I've got a guy that looks like he stepped out of the pages of a romance novel."
Cocking an eyebrow at him, I ask, "Romance novels? Is there something you want to tell me, Jasper?" I watch as he blushes, and then tries to move off of me. "No, no, no, baby, do you read those?" He takes a while to answer and it's all the proof I need. "Holy shit, you do!"
"Oh, shut up." He pouts, making me laughing some more while he tries to get out of my arms. "I may have read one or two to pass the time."
He continues to struggle but I hold tight until he gives up and rests his head on my chest, but he won't look in my eyes. Instead, he finds something on the bed very interesting as this shy side of him comes out. I don't think I've been privileged to seeing this side of him yet, and I love it.
"What do you like to read?" I ask. "What are your favorite genres?" I find myself not being able to tease him anymore because I'm an avid reader too. Who may have come across a novel or two that I like.
Those girls in the books have it made. How in the fuck do you find an elusive billionaire after your car breaks down on a dark and stormy night? In reality, take out the elusive male lead and put in a crazed psychopath that you're sure to come across in the middle of nowhere, and you have yourself a missing person's report.
Nonetheless, that's the magic of books. They make anything possible. So I want to know what my boyfriend has been reading. Maybe we have the same tastes in this type of literature.
"Suspense, Romance," he answers brightly.
"I love that too."
"I love the drama of wanting to know who did it."
"Got any favorite authors?" I ask, wanting to know if he's read any of my favorites. I haven't really searched his bookshelf yet. But then there is the one in the living area and the one in his office.
"Right now, the top of my list is still Jane Austen," he says. "Can't knock Pride and Prejudice, darlin'."
"Shit! I love that book! Alright, fav author of all time."
"I might vary," he warns. "I read everything, not just romance."
"Me too."
"Alright," he drawls. I love that when he's excited or pensive or even horny, he slips into his Southern accent. "Of all times is Jane Austen, of course, then there's Shakespeare, Charles Dickens, Edgar Allan Poe, Mark Twain…" As he reels them off his tongue, I can see myself sitting by a huge fire with him, reading. "H.G. Wells, Stephen King, J. K. Rowling…" I laugh at that. My boyfriend loves Harry Potter.
"What?" he asks.
"You love Harry."
"Read every book," he says, proudly.
"So, you've just named some of my favorite authors."
"Well, feel free to borrow a book at anytime if you don't have it."
"You too," I tell him, kissing him softly. "Thanks for sharing and sorry about teasing you."
I know there are things I should be sharing with him, but I don't want to ruin the mood.
"It's fine." He smiles.
We doze off a little after that, and I felt like the luckiest guy in the world to wake up in his arms yet again. With a quick kiss after he reminds me about the rest of our date, we shower together, with me pouting when Jasper says we have to behave. However, I got my revenge a while later when I teased him mercilessly by making a show of it while getting dressed.
By the time, we're at the front door, he grabs me and kisses me. We stand there, making out for a few minutes until I mumble against his lips that we have to go.
It's a quiet ride down in the elevator to the garage to collect his car. I ask about the driver, and he says the driver's job ended when he dropped us home.
Home. To hear him refer to his place as our home makes me shudder with both fear and delight. I'm happy because someone wants a home with me, but I fear what a person like me with a family like mine will do to Jasper. He won't deserve the hate I know I'm sure to cause.
Nevertheless, I keep it to myself. I still don't want to ruin the mood. He's already helped me forget my worries before with mind blowing sex, maybe he can do it again with whatever he has planned.
Our ride is again silent with the music from the radio softly playing. We pull up in front of the cinema and Jasper finds a place to park.
"You're taking me to the movies?"
"Is that okay?" he asks, nervously. "I know it's probably corny, and you've been to the movies tons of times but I love it here, and I wanted to share it with you." I move to answer, but he tries to backpedal and provide an alternative. "We can go somewhere else if you want."
"No," I whisper. "I want to stay."
"Okay...I..." he starts, but I interrupt him.
"You want to know why?"
He nods.
"Because I've never had a guy, take me to the movies."
He looks at me in shock, before he mumbles, "But you were...you were with..."
"Yeah, but we met in secret, and we were teenagers, so it was basically about sex."
"He was wrong." He frowns. "It should've been more."
I don't have an answer, because Jasper, it should have been more.
So here I am, waiting on Jasper to get back with our tickets to whatever he's picked for us to watch. He comes walking up to me all smiles and shocks the hell out of me when he hands me a ticket to the movie "Brave".
"Whoa, Jasper, what the hell?" I ask, pulling him to a stop as he chuckles and turns to me.
"What?"
"I was joking about this," I say, waving the ticket at him.
"Oh, so you don't want to watch it?"
"Well, yeah," I mumble, looking down at my feet. I didn't want to admit that I want to see "Brave" because I was afraid he'd laugh at me for wanting to watch a kiddie movie.
"I saw a preview of it, and I think it's great so I was happy when you picked it," he explains.
"Oh."
"Well, if you don't want to watch it then I'll get us tickets to something else." His voice sounds dejected as he says that.
"No!" I shout, others look over at us, but I don't care. "I want to watch it. It's just that I thought..."
"I'd laugh at you for wanting to watch an animated film," he offers.
"Yes." I sigh in relief, happy that he gets it.
With a kiss to settle my worry, he drags me over to the concession stand, telling me to order for us.
"What do you want?"
"Anything," he says, kissing my cheek, causing the elderly cashier to smile. I still think this is all a dream because it's unbelievable that the amazing man standing next to me is mine.
"Umm...okay...you're sure?"
"I'm sure."
"Okay then," I say. He has no idea who he's dealing with. I've got a sweet tooth and he just hand me the keys to candy heaven. Looking at the cashier, I start to reel my order off my tongue. "Okay, I'll go first, and I'll take a large popcorn with butter, a Pepsi, a Butterfinger, Skittles, Nachos with Cheese, oh, and M&Ms."
By the time I stopped talking, Jasper and the cashier are staring at me like I've grown two heads.
"What?" I ask, looking between them.
He holds his hands up in mock surrender, chuckling, "Nothing." He turns his attention to her and says, "I'll just have the Nachos with cheese, and a Pepsi, maybe he can share some of his Skittles with me."
He looks at me, and the look I throw him has him quickly ordering his own Skittles while laughing at me.
Jasper doesn't get it. I love sweets and am hardly up for sharing them. Tanya and I would always quarrel over my 'petty selfishness' she liked to call it when it came to sweets. She loved to tease me by take out some of my favorites without asking and make me watch her eating them. But over time, I'd start to share them with her. Maybe I'll do that with Jasper too.
Just not yet.
"You got everything?" he asks as we make our way to our seats. "Want some help?"
"Yeah." My hands are full of food. I have enough here for about three or four more people. Little does Jasper know that I can finish it.
We grab seats near the back and I dig in to my snacks. Who knows what he might have planned for later on, though, I'll need to get back to my place early because I have work tomorrow. However, I need the sustenance, just in case we end up making love again.
He pulls his glasses out, putting them on as he normally does when watching TV or reading. I can't help the groan that leaves me at the sight of my boyfriend looking like the hottest geek I've ever seen. My cock twitches at the sight, and I conjure up a fantasy of him wearing them while sucking my cock.
"What?" he asks, clueless to the effect his glasses have on my libido.
Clearing my throat, I still manage to croak out, "Nothing."
He looks like he doesn't believe me, but says nothing else.
The movie is something else. I love every second of it. Most of the time, I'll spin around to Jasper to say something, only to find him staring at me with this small smile on his face. His eyes radiate nothing but love and adoration and again, it all feels unreal.
The more that thought hits me, the more I eat my sweets. My feelings are all over the place. I want Jasper, but I'm scared. What if he's just like Seth? Is he stringing me along? Is he using me to come out? However, on the other hand, I want to believe that Jasper is nothing like Seth. He was afraid, but he isn't anymore. Jasper is ready to be out and happy, and he wants that with me. It's the looks he gives me that make me wonder. Can he love me? Even with knowing what I once did to survive, can he truly love me? What if his parents dig up my past? Use it against him. Will he leave me?
The more these questions plague me, the further I throw myself in the movie while scarfing down everything in front of me.
"Baby, slow down," he whispers as I take the last bite of Butterfinger as the movie ends.
"Mmhmm," I mumble as we get up.
"Are you okay?" he asks. I can hear the worry laced in his tone.
"Will you leave me?" I blur out.
"Edward, what's wrong?"
"I just want you to tell me if you're gonna leave me. I can't stand it if you pick me up like this and then drop me. It'll fucking hurt. I know it will. I can't stand another man walking in my life and using me like my johns. Or former johns. I don't...I can't..." I feel lightheaded while rambling on and on as he pulls me from the theatre.
He weaves us through the crowd, and as soon as we're outside and the cool night air hits me, I feel faint. My head is spinning and Jasper must've sensed it so he leans me up against his car.
"Edward, why did you ask me that?"
"I don't know," I whine. "I just...I'm scared. I'm so fucking scared."
"I'm scared too, but I know what I'm feeling and I want you in my life. I don't know what the future holds for us, but I hope we'll be together. I really fucking like you and I can be selfish man, Edward, and I refuse to let go...at least for now."
"So there is a possibility then?" Oh shit, I was right.
"Baby, I'm not God, so I don't know what the future holds."
"I know, but I want to know if you'll leave." Damn, I feel like the world is spinning out of control.
"I think you're having a sugar rush," he says. "Do you want to throw up?"
"See?"
"What?" he asks.
"You're the most caring person I've met."
"Then believe me when I say, I want to be in your life for as long as I can have you."
"I want to believe you, but I'm so scared of your parents knowing about us."
Jasper doesn't answer right away. He opens the car and I climb inside. He follows suit, starts the engine and turns on the AC before he says, "When my parents find out about us, which they already have if I know Alice, but when they finally know that you're a Masen, then we'll deal with it. When your parents come knocking, I'll be here. I'm not going anywhere, Edward."
"Is that why you did all this? The dates?"
"Partly," he says "But mostly because you deserve it and so much more. Baby, if you'll indulge me, I'll ensure you get the world. I could love you."
My heart stopped in that moment, and I wanted to tell him that he's the best thing to ever happen to me, and that Tanya was right, and that I could love him too. But something is holding me back. There is a hint of disappointment on Jasper's face while I sit here staring at him.
He smiles meekly and then says, "You don't have to think about saying it now or if you don't ever want to, I'm alright with that. I just want you to know that because of the past you had, it doesn't leave you incapable of being loved. And even if we go our separate ways, I want you to know that, I'll always be here. You'll always have someone to love you."
I can't answer now because I'm too choked up. The tears are pouring from my eyes, and he pulls me into a hug, coaxing me to let out. There is so much I want to tell him and I whisper this, but he tells me to save it for another time.
When he finally accepts that I'm okay, we make our way back to my place. Tanya is there to greet us, but I just tell her a quick hey and make my way to my room to lie down. Jasper must have stayed behind to talk to her, I don't know, I'm exhausted and need to just close my eyes for a minute.
I must've fallen asleep because the next thing I know, a hand is stretching across my stomach. I grab a hold of his arm, wrapping his fingers in mine. A contented sigh leaves him before he kisses my neck and tells me to go back to sleep.
Would it be too much after all I've been through to ask whatever deity existed, if I could keep Jasper for as long as I can?
Would it be too much?
Thnx! beanothercullen for this.
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