Disclaimer: This story is absolutely rated M and is for the mature audience. If you are under 18 stop now and find another story. For the entirety of this story Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight and all its story line and recognizable characters. I like my characters with a little more edge to them.

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Only At Night

Chapter 2

Jasper returned to the bar and poured two more shots, handed me one and grabbed the bottle and my hand and led us through the double doors into a bedroom. He placed the bottle down on the nightstand and turned to face me. "How does it go darlin', 1, 2, 3 fuck me?"

"Close enough cowboy." We threw back the shots and he took my hand pulling me closer to him, taking my glass.

"Will you strip for me darlin'?"

My turn to pull him closer to me, I walked backwards pulling him along until we were standing at the foot of the king size bed. I raised our entwined hands over our heads and twirled away from him. Lowering our arms in front of me I did my best to grind my ass down the front of his body as his arm pulled me tighter to his chest. After a couple passes up and down his hard core I twirled back to face him letting go of his hand. Reaching out I pushed him squarely in the chest down into a sitting position on the bed and kicked his feet apart so that they were in line with his hips. He never took his eyes off my body, his hunger permeated the air. I danced away from him turning my back on him looking over my shoulder, watching him watch me. God it was so hot the way he watched me, he looked at me like I was something to eat, hmm, later. I shed my top and dropped it to the floor. Turning back to face him I strutted to him and lifted my leg, placing my foot on the edge of the bed between his legs just grazing his manhood with my toes. I shimmied the too tight skirt down my hips and dropped my leg; spinning to turn my back to him once more as I wiggled my ass out of the skirt bending at the knees to work it to the floor. Stepping out of the skirt I sat back into his lap and gyrated my hips up against his cock still secured inside those tight jeans. I let my head fall back against his chest and he nibbled on my neck as I dry humped his lap. His hand rubbed my back and up to my shoulder sliding the strap of my black lace bra off my shoulder and replacing it with tiny bites. Oh hell, he was marking me, I didn't care. I unhooked the front clasp of the bra and lowered the other strap letting it fall into his lap. He wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my tits, massaging them, pinching the nipples now standing at attention for him. He licked and kissed the back of my neck while he worked my tits and I ground myself further into his lap. His left hand stayed on my left breast while I felt his right hand trail down my stomach. Reaching the band of my thong he slid his middle finger under it tracing the band to my ass and back to the front again. His middle finger dipped further under the band and crawled toward my wet throbbing lips. With his remaining fingers following its lead down my thong the middle finger found my clit and rubbed gently. I worked furiously to get closer to his cock when his left hand came traveling down my stomach pushing at the band of my thong. His right hand reemerged long enough to push me off his lap and pull the remaining barrier down my legs; I turned to face him as I stepped out of the panties and straddled him. His magic fingers went back to work as I unbuttoned his shirt pushing it off his shoulders and down his free arm. He retreated from my throbbing clit long enough for me to get the shirt off of him and his jeans unbuttoned. Holy shit he was commando. His cock sprung like a caged lion released from captivity. Oh my, I was going to be sore in the morning. He wrapped my arms around his neck and started to stand. I wrapped my legs around his waist locking my feet at the ankles making it easier for him to stand. He slid the jeans down to his ankles, catching at the boots and sat back down lining his cock up with my pussy. He pulled a condom out of god knows where and rolled it on as he looked into my eyes and asked, "will you ride me darlin'?" I nodded and lowered myself onto him, as he guided me down gently. He cradled my ass under his arms and lifted and lowered me onto him over and over and over again. My hands were on his shoulders trying to support myself as his hips thrust up as he lowered me onto him. I let him set the rhythm and began circling my hips around his cock begging for more. He growled into my ear and I shuddered feeling him hitting new depths that had been untouched in too long. My head rolled back and I arched my back pushing my core further into him seeking to have him deeper into my dripping wet pussy. Just when I thought I couldn't hold out much longer his finger mopped my juices and circled the sticky wetness onto my ass and he slowly slipped his finger in watching my face, looking for signs to stop. Oh god, I started trembling around his finger and his cock and moaned, "Oh Jasper, your making me cum, please cum with me, I need to feel your release, cum with me baby." He moaned and thrust harder and faster and deeper and I was screaming as I writhed in my orgasm that wouldn't end when he clenched his ass and shot into me deeper than I could have imagined possible and slowly withdrew his finger from my ass thrusting again until he collapsed back onto the bed and I fell on top of him still squeezing the last of his juices with my pussy. Fuck.

Jasper pushed me off of him and swung his legs to the side of the bed removing the condom, his boots and pants. He threw the condom into a trash bin and pulled a handful more out of the nightstand drawer dropping them next to the bottle of whiskey. He poured two more shots and handed me one. "1, 2, 3, may I fuck you now, darlin'?" Oh hell.

We threw back the shots and again he took my glass placing it on the table alongside the pile of condoms and crawled down the bed. "Lie back." I did as I was told and closed my eyes. He climbed between my legs and kissed his way up my inner thighs spreading me for him. I could feel his hot breath and wet tongue making their way up towards my throbbing center. I wanted to watch him work his magic so I propped my self up on my elbows, causing him to look up at me. He smirked, "you like watching too, huh?"

"Only if it's you cowboy." It was true, I never watched any other man fuck me or eat me. I never felt that comfortable watching. I didn't mind putting on a show, but most of the time I just wanted to block out the face attached to the dick that got me through another night. It wasn't that they weren't attractive, alright well most weren't, but I just didn't give a shit about them or whether they enjoyed themselves. It wasn't about a connection to them. It didn't honestly matter who was doing the deed as long as I got what I needed. I came close a few times, but was never really truly satisfied. It could never make me forget HIM. Suddenly I was distracted from my thoughts by the most amazing pleasure I had ever felt between my legs. Oh, my cowboy was a god. The things he did with his tongue were amazing, and his teeth, uhhh. I shuddered as he bit my clit between his teeth licking at it sharply, wildly; as his fingers made little circles and figure eights around my entrance. He sucked my clit into his mouth and slammed his finger into me at the same time startling me into a loud gasp. He looked into my eyes for reassurance and I moaned his name for him. He kept the rhythm and added a finger into my ass circling the entrance and thrusting in and out. He increased speed as I struggled to keep watching him, his eyes looking up into mine from down on my pubic bone. I mouthed to him, "yes Jasper, yes, baby it's so good." I thought he was going to have to scrape me off the ceiling by the time I stopped shaking from the orgasm he wouldn't stop sending to me, over and over the edge he kept pushing me and pushing me as I screamed and moaned and begged him to fuck me harder, faster, more, deeper. I was spent by the time he crawled back up to me, leaning over whispering into my ear, "I'll be right back darlin'."

He wandered off into another doorway within the bedroom and I guessed it had to be the master bath. I heard water turn on and music start up softly. A few minutes later he returned with a wet wash cloth and a hand towel. I expected him to hand it to me, but he didn't, instead he crawled back up between my legs and cleaned me with the warm wet cloth patting me dry with the towel. When he finished he rubbed my legs and bent and straightened them resting one leg on his shoulder at a time while he gently massaged it before turning to the next leg. I watched him intently as he cared for me. No one has ever done that, ever. It was so damn sexy. When he finished he stood and walked around to the side of the bed and pulled me up by the hand leading me to the bathroom. "Take a few minutes to your self while I go get us a glass of water, then I'll meet you in the shower." So that was the water I heard running. This was too much, we had barely spoken a word and I felt like his queen being pampered by his own hands. I used the rest room and washed my hands. There was mouthwash on the counter so I helped myself to a swig, nothing worse than whiskey breath, well ok, I could think of one thing worse. He knocked gently at the door, "ready for me darlin'?"

"Yes, I'm ready cowboy." The moisture between my legs again confirmed it.

He opened the door walking in and shutting it behind him. It was the first time I really got a good look at his body, I couldn't help staring. He smirked and grinned, but stopped in his tracks and let me revel in it. God he was gorgeous. Clothes didn't do him justice.

"Shall I turn for you darlin'?" He started to turn around.

"Yes, I want to see that firm little ass of yours."

"Well, do you approve darlin'?" Like I wouldn't approve.

"Mmmm, so much better without the clothes."

"I could say the same for you beautiful."

"Thank you."

"So, no more clothes for the rest of the weekend, is it a deal darlin'?"

Shit, what? Rest of the weekend, what the fuck? I only did one night, what the hell was he talking about? Don't freak out Bella, he doesn't live here; I could do a weekend with a total stranger I wouldn't have to see again. The sex was mind blowing, he was hot as shit, why the hell not?

"You are on cowboy, but I wondered if maybe just once you'd fuck me with your boots on?"

"Absolutely, but only if you wear those shit kicking heels of yours."

"Deal." I said taking the glass of water he handed me, and drinking a long sip from it.

"Shall we?" He motioned to the shower. I nodded and stepped into the glass enclosure that was bigger than my bathroom at home. The water was the perfect temperature, not to hot, not too cool. I let it cascade down my back while he stepped in to join me. He tilted is head up and the second shower head behind him blasted water over his head running down his chest as he moaned. I reached out and traced the path of the water down his firm pecs and ripped abs. His chest was like marble, so hard and chiseled and it was mine for two days to do with as I pleased and there were a lot of things that would please me with this hunk. He clearly felt the same as he traced down my chest lingering over my once again hardened nipples and flat firm abdomen. We looked into each other's eyes and kept teasing one another with gentle caresses and strokes. He reached behind me and came back with body wash and a puff. He didn't take his eyes from mine as he squirted the wash onto it and began cleaning me from the shoulders down. He bent down to reach between my legs but kept his eyes locked on mine as he continued his work. I had the vaguest sense that he would devour me whole if he could, just from the look in his eyes. As he stood again he ordered "turn around" and I did it immediately, wanting nothing more than to please him and feel his hands over my body. He washed my back and my ass, lingering there much longer than necessary, kneeling behind me. I jumped a little as he bit my ass over and over; again marking me and again I didn't care.

I had never let a man do that to me before, I wondered vaguely at why I was letting him get away with it. As I was lost in thought his hand reached behind me between my legs and cupped my ass, squeezing it almost painfully before letting go and grazing my now dripping wet sex. "I see you are ready for me again darlin', you better hold on to something." I heard him open a package and roll another condom onto his cock. He slapped my ass a little and ordered me to spread my legs for him. I couldn't do it fast enough for my own good. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, looking into my eyes again as he entered me slowly at first, then pounded into me pulling back slowly and pounding in again. I struggled to catch the grab bar but I knew he wouldn't let me slip. I held on for dear life as he repeatedly pounded into me and achingly, slowly, retreated, building up momentum until he was just pounding repeatedly into me, pulling my hair and my neck back to him tilting my head so that he could watch my face as he fucked my brains out. I couldn't do anything but hold onto that grab bar and fight to keep myself upright taking his thrusts, begging him for more. "Scream for me darlin', I want to hear you scream my name, tell me what you want, do you like it?" He was making me crazy; I was seriously going to lose my mind.

"Oh god, Jasper, don't stop baby, you feel so good, Jasper, baby, you are a god. OHHHH, FUCK ME."

"Oh, I am baby, I am fucking you, and do you want more darlin'?"

"YES, yes, yes, more, Jasper, more." My knees were weak and I could barley stand but I didn't want it to stop. I was riding out the most intense orgasm of my life and he just kept pounding me, egging me on, whispering sexy, vile things he wanted to do to me in my ear and I clench onto his cock so tight as every muscle in my body spasms around him. He screamed in his own orgasm holding me up.

The water poured over us and neither of us could speak or move. We stood there, me leaning against his chest for what seemed like ages. I hadn't felt this good in years. I reached for the body wash and puff and knelt down in front of Jasper, washing his legs, his balls, his cock, his ass. Placing light little kisses on this cock and licking at his balls as I reached behind him to wash the backs of his legs. He moaned for me as I took his length into my mouth and sucked moving him in an out as I washed his feet. He pulled me up and turned me around washing my hair. He kissed my neck and then lowered my head back to rinse the shampoo out. He repeated the process with the conditioner and pulled me to his chest embracing me, kissing the top of my head.

"Jasper, why are you taking such good care of me?" I said into his chest barely above a whisper, not really to him as much as I wondered it to myself.

"Because darlin', contrary to what you believe, you are worth that, and so much more." He whispered back so lowly I wasn't sure if I was meant to hear it. He squeezed me deeper into his embrace and turned the water to the shower off. He reached over the door and pulled in a towel wrapping me in it. Standing back, watching me again, he opened the shower door for me. Stepping out I handed him the other towel and watched as he wrapped it around his waist and I reached for his hand. He took my hand and stepped out of the shower still watching me. Turning me towards the mirror he whispered into my ear "you are so beautiful darlin'." He proceeded to comb my hair and kiss the top of my head.

"Tired darlin'?"

"Yes."

We walked hand in hand out of the bathroom and into the bedroom straight to the bed. Jasper unwrapped my towel and his own and dropped them on the floor, lifting the sheet for me to crawl under. I crawled into the bed and waited for him to crawl in next to me. He pulled me to his chest and whispered "thank you for an amazing evening."

"Thank you Jasper, you were wonderful."

"Get some sleep darlin'."

I was half way to dream land when he said it, happier and more satisfied than I had been in years.

Thanks for bearing with me if you made it this far. Please, please review, I am dying to know, was it too much, just right, or dare I say it, not enough?

Next chapter is almost ready to go, so based on the responses it could be sooner, or it could be later depending on whether you review and what you recommend.