Hi! Yes, I know you're all confused now. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with me. We're reading some more from Jasper's POV today, and in the next chapter we will be back to Edward's story. Some things will become more than clear next Thursday. Until then, please enjoy the new aspect of Jasper's character *grins*
Special thanks to Lou (the very dear to my heart pre-reader), Nancy (the most supportive and irreplaceable beta), mamdmc (with another highly appreciated guest appearance as my advisor) and Stephenie Meyer (she created the original characters, remember?)
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Chapter 12
This is my third drink, and I'm already beyond hiding my real goal. I buy drinks for this guy, I like him, and his home-town adds to the beauty of the moment.
"You said you were from Forks, right?"
He confirms and raises two fingers. Showing the sign of victory, he puts the smile of a winner on his face. I rub his knee, and tap approvingly.
"What was your name again?" I ask. I've really forgotten, and it's not only because of the booze. It's more because he's so... insignificant.
"It's Riley," he says, "Riley Biers."
"Okay, Riley Biers, you coming?" Before I manage to put my empty glass down on the table, he's already standing, his face illuminated by a genuine eagerness. He may be a bit too young for my taste but I don't give a shit tonight, he's from Forks and that, sort of, makes him more desirable. And he has a cute face. Nice, plump lips and unruly hair. I'd gladly spend an hour or two with this boy, fucking his mouth, and his defined ass.
He leaves before me; I pay for our drinks and follow him outside the bar. He's leaning against the brick wall, the smile still resident on his lips. I approach him and align my body with his, slightly bending to whisper in his ear.
"Lose the grin. You'll probably be hurting a little when I 'm done with you." I let my palm slide under his leather jacket, crawling over his cotton tee, until I feel the little bulge of his left nipple. Then I harshly squeeze between my thumb and forefinger, and twirl, to show that I'm serious. I'm not gentle; I don't want to be gentle with him.
He's not smiling anymore but he's not trying to escape either, which is a good sign. What a nice guy.
I tug at his elbow, directing him to step on the asphalt road, and slap his ass lightly, hinting that he should move.
"There, around the corner. I'm taking you to my motel room."
He hesitates for a while.
"I'm not a sadistic psycho, don't worry." I want to make it clear for him. "I'm only going to fuck you thoroughly, and I hope you don't mind. I've been disabled for a couple of weeks, I have to catch up. Now, move along, if that's okay with you."
"But I thought we would... you know-" his fingers sway between his groin and my groin, illustrating his idea of the evening.
"No, you won't have the chance."
My next nudge at his elbow is feeble; I want to hide my excitement, but still he needs a hint to start moving. "Go, Riley. You'll love it, I promise."
His shoulders shift up and down while he sighs and takes a step forward. We walk in silence around the corner, down the path, until I show him my door.
"This is it." I unlock, and he taps his foot over the pebbles. "What is it, Riley?" He's still hesitant so my best disarming smile comes in turn. "Won't you come in?" I caress his cheek with my thumb and peck a kiss on his forehead to calm him down.
It works. He steps inside and asks for the bathroom.
Through the closed door, I hear the shower running for good ten minutes. I've already checked my supplies, it's all there in the drawer by the bed - well, all of it apart from the condom and my favorite waterproof lube in my fist. I've put my jacket on a hanger, boots neatly stored aside, clothes - including underwear - thrown in the hamper. My bare feet slap on the wooden floor when I approach the bathroom door and open it.
"Need some help with your back, lovely?" I ask.
He's stunned at first, not expecting me to interrupt his shower time. Then he speaks, "I could use some help, your timing is impeccable," and passes the soap.
I step behind him, grabbing the bar. I start with his back, rubbing it with the soap bar, and with my knuckles. I feel he's less tense with every second under my touch.
He has a nice body, toned, and young. A little too muscular for my taste, and his cock is circumcised which I don't like in particular. I don't lose too much time looking, though, because I'm in need of contact, urgently. My own cock is erect since I've pressed him to that brick wall, and my balls start hurting, so I'm quick to run the soap bar over his entrance and shove two fingers inside him before he can say my name.
Not that he knows my name, I realize, while I twirl my digits in his hole, helping his muscles to relax. I add some more of the foam and I start moving my fingers in and out, preparing him. I hear his breathing has changed, and his eyes are closed. Soon, he changes his position himself, bending and using the wall for leverage. Now he's willingly given me better access to his hole, and I use the situation to add a third finger and push deeper. A grunt signals he needs time to readjust, so I wait, absolutely still, until he uses one of his hands to reach for his asscheek, grabbing at it and giving me even better access. I'm quick to extract my fingers and unpack the condom. I can't take my eyes off his gaping entrance, the view renders me slightly mad. Some more soap, circling the inviting hole; I hardly restrain myself from sliding the bar in and watching it disappear inside his body, while I pump my erection. But I don't do it, no; instead, I generously use the lube, dress my cock, position its tip, and push.
Oh, fuck, fuck, this feels so good.
Finally.
I stand, waiting for my knees to start obeying me; because for a moment I feel like I'm floating, like I've lost contact with the floor, like part of my legs is missing. Soon I'm back in control of my body, steadily standing on the ground, and start to thrust. Slowly at first, massaging his back, and quickening my pace in a while. I watch his wet, glistening skin, and can't help but scratch at it, leaving three parallel red lines across, marking that this body is mine to serve my needs for the night. He whimpers while my nails are in contact with his flesh. I silence him, sticking my middle finger in his mouth. "Shush, lovely," I whisper, and I bend to kiss the mark, drinking some of the droplets of water from his back. I thrust harder, with my cock in his ass and my finger in his mouth, simultaneously. I feel his wet tongue and meet its tip with the pad of my finger, tickling it. I already anticipate what that tongue will feel like, licking my balls.
I like the thought of it so much, I need to take him to bed, immediately.
"Okay, lovely; up," I order, helping him stand before me. I step out of the shower and grab a towel. When I'm done drying his and mine bodies off, I lead him to the room, and to the bed, making him lay down. Then I straddle his face, and shudder in delight when he starts licking my balls without an invitation. Clever boy, he is. And has a skilled tongue. Now I'm imagining his tongue twirling around my head, so I shift my body backwards. I can't help but slap across his face with my cock, because he's looking at me, straight in the eye, mouth agape and waiting to suck. I give him what he's waiting for, and let him bob his head at his own pace, until I feel the urge to imply my rhythm.
This is the moment when I close my eyes and start thrusting again.
This is also the moment when I start imagining I'm fucking Edward's mouth. And I suddenly realize I want to be kind, and caring. I fuck Riley Biers for the rest of the evening pretending he's a bronze haired, handsome young doctor from Forks.
I'm delicate because I'm convinced he's delicate. I'm gentle because I'm convinced he's gentle. I make love with him because I'm convinced he's in love with me.
How fucked up is this exactly, I ask myself after Riley leaves, and Edward's face is the last thing I see before I fall asleep. How fucked up am I?