*~*A lot of you were disappointed with Bella for just giving in so easily. Yes, her actions were stupid, but people tend to do stupid things when they're in love. This chapter has a lemon, so if you're younger than 18 I advise you to not read, but I doubt anybody will listen. Major shout out to my pre-reader, Xo BellaItalia oX, who is da absolute bomb!
*~*Don't own anything Twilight related.
Jasper's hands lightly gripped my hips, his mouth moving down to my neck. I moaned as his hips rocked against me restlessly. His fingers played at the waistband of my underwear and I found myself begging him to do something. I wanted him everywhere.
"Please," I whimpered, my voice sounding like a typical porno actress. I mentally cringed at how breathless I sounded.
He hummed against my neck before slowly dipping a finger under my panties. The second his finger came into contact with my oversensitive clit, I was about damn near ready to explode. I threw my head back, moaning as his fingers slid inside me. He groaned while thrusting and curling his digits. Jasper was hitting spots I didn't even knew I had.
My left hand flew to his shoulder and the other tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck. His tongue tangled with mine as his fingers picked up speed. I pulled away from the kiss and moaned loudly as the pressure in my abdomen tightened.
With each thrust of his fingers, his palm would lightly rub against my clit, which would bring out this guttural sound from my body. I could feel myself on the edge of euphoria, sense the satisfaction that was nearly there. I needed more.
"Fuck Bella. You're so fucking tight," he groaned while his fingers went deeper and harder inside me. I gasped in response, willing that delicious feeling in my stomach to explode.
My back arched as his fingers hit an unfamiliar spongy spot deep within me. "Yes, right…fuck…Jas," I cried out. His lips traveled down my neck, his teeth nipping my collarbone. He bit my nipple through my moan, causing me to arch my back and push my breasts into his face.
His left hand released its grasp on my hip before slowly going behind my back to easily unclasp my bra. I had to take my hands off him so I could take off the bra that was keeping him away from my breasts. As soon as I had the skimpy piece of clothing off, his mouth wrapped around my right nipple. I bit my lip as the tip of his tongue traced circles around my areola. My breathes were ragged, my pleas for release were constant.
"Jasper, don't stop."
He grunted before saying in a husky voice, "I ain't plannin' on stoppin'."
I moaned as I felt myself get wetter at the sound of his drawl. He growled before switching breasts. He bit down on my nipple, his fingers pressed hard against my g-spot, and he pinched my clit. My mouth parted, and his name fell from my lips as I climaxed. My hands clenched in his wheaten hair, dots of white exploding in my vision. I screamed his name again and again, never wanting this feeling of complete bliss to end.
Jasper was suddenly above me and without a shirt I might add. That post-orgasmic bliss people always talked about was blinding me and my senses were slowly coming back to me. I felt high and completely satisfied, but when I glanced at Jasper's chest, lust shot through me. His toned abs and pecs were screaming at me to touch, and oh did I touch.
My hands trailed down his fuckawesome torso, but once I reached the waistband of his jeans my nerves decided to rear its unwanted head. I froze up and looked up at him through my lashes.
His gaze softened and he leaned down to press a kiss to my lips. All the passion, all the fervency was gone and in its place was content. I sighed against his lips and pulled away.
"Umm, that was, ugh, great," I muttered lamely. I felt like such a naïve girl. This guy just gave me the best orgasm in existence and I couldn't even properly give my thanks? Jeez, I was such a mega-bitch.
He laughed and shook his head, his curls bobbing around. He smiled wryly at me and told me, "Yeah, you look gorgeous when you cum."
At his words I blushed and duck my head, his laughter filling the quiet room. I couldn't believe he said that. Was I supposed to take that as a compliment? I envisioned myself with the face Andy Sandberg made when he jizzed in his pants. My nose scrunched up in disgust. I better not fucking look like that.
I was starting to get a little uncomfortable, thanks to my soaked panties. I liked the view above me, how could I not? A shirtless Jasper was a yummy Jasper. But I felt sticky and sweaty and just plain fucking nasty. The orgasm he gave me was epic beyond words, but the feeling I got after the big bang was gross. I had to stop complaining. I just had Jasper's hand in between my legs. That was enough. Or was it really?
No, it wasn't. I came here, planning to get some answers, but instead I got a pretty nice finger fuck and more unanswered questions. Where did this leave us now? Were we dating? Did Jasper want me to be his girlfriend? Was I even pretty enough? Why didn't he show up that day? But more importantly, was I getting played?
I ignored the pain in my chest at the last thought and lightly pushed Jasper's chest. He got the hint and rolled off of me. My eyes traveled down to my underwear and groaned when I realized that they were too damaged to wear. Great, now I really was a slut.
I brought my arm to my chest and tried to hide my boobs from Jasper's eyes. He was just staring stupidly at my slightly covered chest and it caused me to giggle. He groaned and his eyes were clenched close.
"Can you not do that. It's taking all of my strength to not drag you back to bed," Jasper said rapidly. I bit my lip and bent down to pick up my dress. There was a loud hiss and I blushed. I probably wasn't helping him at all.
Slipping on my dress, I excused myself to remove my undies in the restroom. Because everyone knew that underwear drowned in body fluids was absolutely sexy. I looked into the mirror over the sink and sighed.
My hair was a mess, it looked like Amy Winehouse's beehive hairdo, only a lot more nappier. The make-up Alice put on my face wasn't all that smudged, but it wasn't exactly perfect any longer. The one thing that made me really stare was the glow I seemed to have. I had that 'I've just been fucked' glow. Well, maybe more like the 'Jasper Whitlock finger banged me' glow. My smile faded when I realized we were going to have to talk once I got back.
No more tip-toeing around. No more distractions. Although I wouldn't really mind Jasper's blonde head in between my thighs. No, stop that. I was going to have to set my foot down and demand for some explanations. I spent too much time being butt-hurt over this whole thing.
With that goal in mind, I grabbed my gross panties and started to walk down the hall back to Jasper's room. I walked in and found him with his shirt back on. Well, that's a shame.
"I think we should talk." My arms crossed over my chest and my chin stuck out. That is until I saw that his eyes were solely trained on my wonderful rack. For future references, I knew this guy was a tit man.
I rolled my eyes and bent my knees and snapped my fingers. He looked guilty when he looked back at me. I walked over to my bag and slipped the drenched panties inside an empty pocket. Looked like I wasn't going to be using that bag any time soon.
I slowly walked over to Jasper's bed and sat at the end, putting a good space between us. I didn't want to be tempted to fall into a trap again. No sir, I wanted my answers.
"So…" I trailed off. Fuck, this was awkward. Now I knew why couples didn't really talk after having sex. Woah, we were not a couple…yet.
Jasper sighed while his hand ran through his hair. He focused on the wall behind him, but snapped back to my face with an unrecognizable emotion swirling in his eyes. "I'm sorry for not showing up. You probably think I'm this giant asshole and I ain't gonna disagree with you. Football practice was dragging on and I couldn't plead my way out of it. I feel like such a dick for standin' you up. I like you, Bella. I like you a lot. I know this is a shitty apology, but I hope you can forgive me for being such a dumbass."
My heart swelled in my chest when his words hit me. He liked me. He actually liked me. And he did want to show up, he just couldn't. I felt like jumping up and down in joy. Or flying to the moon. I was so ecstatic.
Biting my lip, I pushed a lock of hair behind my ear while rubbing my thumb across the bedspread. "It's okay. I understand how demanding a sport can be."
"No, it's not okay. I can't even believe you're forgivin' me for pullin' that shit. Why aren't you yellin' at me? I deserve some kind of ass-chewin'. I was wrong, I fucked up big time. I hurt you and you not screamin' at me is throwin' me for a loop. This acceptance is fuckin' killin' me." I let him rant for a couple minutes until all his self-loathing bullshit got annoying.
I huffed angrily and tugged on his hair to stop him from rambling on. Jasper looked surprised and he looked like he was prepared for the worst. Poor guy.
"I'm not going to lie to you. I was hurt that you strung me out like that." He tried to interrupt be, but I held up my hand; I wasn't finished. "If it wasn't for Alice I'd still be holed up in my bedroom and wondering what I did wrong."
A pained expression was on his face as he quickly told me, "You didn't do anything wrong."
I groaned in frustration and I scowled at him. "Just let me talk, okay." His embarrassed look was enough for me to continue. "I don't want you to beat yourself up for it. Things come up, and who am I to get mad over something you can't control? Just don't fucking do it again."
He smiled at my words and held out his pinky. My own pinky wrapped around his and he promised to never pull that shit again.
"I really am sorry." My eyes rolled on their own and I tugged his hair once more.
The silence wrapped around us comfortably, but there was still that tap-dancing neon green elephant in the room. Do I ask him the question that was haunting me the most? Was he even ready to answer it? Did I even want to know his answer? My mouth formed the words slowly. "I was just thinking…"
He scooted to where I was seated and tipped my chin up to look at him. A curious expression was on his gorgeous face, an eyebrow raised in question. Before he could speak, I cut him off and asked him what had been bugging me.
"Where does this leave us?" I blurted.
Jasper was shocked by my question and remained silent. He looked nervous and slightly conflicted. As the silence grew, so did my anxiety. I just fucked everything up. Great, Bella, just great. He admits to liking you and you just assume he wants to date you. Stupid, stupid.
My self-destructing ways were interrupted by Jasper's hand encasing mine. My head shot up and our eyes met. He was now radiating calm vibes, which in turn made me relax.
When he spoke, his words came out of his mouth very slowly, almost as if he wanted me to listen closely. "We should just see where fate takes us. I don't want to ruin anythin' by labelin' what we have."
I unconsciously rolled my eyes, but didn't sense my bullshit radar going off. Fate and relationship labels? I thought that only girls believed in Fate and relationship labels. I never though I'd be hearing Jasper talk about Fate and couple statuses.
"Never pegged you as a believer in fate," I teased him, a smirk appearing on my lips. He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.
I glanced at the clock, groaning when I read the time. I got off Jasper's bed and stretched my arms above my head. My heels were close to the door and I bent to pick them up. I was about to slip them on when Jasper spoke.
"You're leavin'?" Jasper's head tilted to the side and a frown was on his face. I bit my lip and placed my shoes on his desk. I walked over to stand in front of him.
His hands went to rest on my hips and I sighed when I realized that my boobs were slightly in his face. A giggle spewed out my mouth when I caught him staring again.
"It's nearly six twenty. I do got homework, y'know."
The smile Jasper gave me made butterflies flutter in my stomach. I still couldn't believe he liked me. He really liked me. I was going to be thanking God today, even though I was an Atheist.
He stood up and I was back to being short. I barely reached his chest. How sad. "Okay, pretty girl. Let me lead you to your carriage," he shamelessly drawled while winking at me. I rolled my eyes before intertwining my fingers with his. I slipped on the heels and picked up my bag. He led me outside to his car, even opening the passenger door for me.
"Ah, how sweet, my very own Southern gentleman." My easy grin brought a smile to his face. Jasper's eyes twinkled at the overused cliché.
He rolled his eyes before bending down to kiss me. We pulled away from each other and I slipped into his awesome-smelling car. He walked to the driver side and pretty soon I was giving him directions to my house.
While listening to some Neil Young, he started to laugh at something. I glanced up at him curiously.
He smirked at me. "I just realized that you left my house without any panties, Missy." I blushed and ducked my head. He laughed even harder, but tightened his hold on my hand.
"Well underwear are just unnecessary," I said, shocking myself with my whore-ish comment. We were now parked in front of my house. Reluctantly I reached for the car door, but stopped when Jasper pulled on my hand.
Our lips molded together, sparks were flying, and I was falling for him even more. My hands wound in his hair and our noses bumped against each other. I pulled away with a gasp. I really had to go inside.
"See ya tomorrow, darlin'." With a goodbye and one last peck, I was getting out the car and walking up the porch steps. Once I unlocked the door, I turned back to the car and waved with a smile on my face. I saw him beam back at me, then drove away.
When I was sure he was gone, I threw my hands up in the air and did my own version of the Runningman. "He likes me!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.
*~*What would I be without my wonderful fans? Yes, I'd be some weirdo with ideas threatening to cause an explosion in her cranium. Thanks so much to all those that read, add to their alerts/faves, and take time to review. Tell me what you think; I'm extremely paranoid about that lemon. See y'all next time.
~geek