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Chapter 6 - (EPOV)

Where had I gone wrong?

I stare at the picture on my laptop in confusion. The couple in the picture look happy…look like they were impossibly in love. They look like they just…belong together. I am not dense, so what key element am I missing here?

I slam the laptop shut in aggravation, and scare the old man sitting in the seat next to me. "Sorry." I mutter, and look out the little window of the Air Jamaica jet.

I can't stand to look at the picture with me and Jasper anymore. I had opened the photo after we were safely in the air, and I have been staring at it ever since, and we are now two goddamn hours into the journey. Why am I still obsessing over this…over him?

I had vowed that when I got the pictures developed I would throw the pictures of Jasper away pronto. When that didn't happen, I promised myself that I would never look at them, and when that failed miserably, I broke down and added the fuckers to my laptop for convenience.

But, how had I been so dead wrong about his feelings for me still evades me. Did I just dream the whole two days up? The caresses? The looks? The words? I think I am a pretty savvy individual, but Jasper makes me feel dumb, because the boy is such a mystery to me.

I attempted not to think about him after I arrived back home, and I thought I was doing a pretty fine job until I realized one day about a month ago that every guy that I was bringing home all had blond hair and blue eyes, which is real fucking hilarious since the last time I checked I still liked variety, but once I had realized that I was trying to screw Jasper over and over again I put an end to it, choosing to focus more on my studies. I have been taking general classes at Northwestern University, so that I can have some type of career after I got too old for porn.

Since I discovered that I had been bringing home imitation Jasper's, I only slept with one other guy. It was shortly after Tanya had called with her offer for the part, the boy had been tall and dark, and I welcomed the change.

When Tanya had phoned with more information on the date, and agenda, she also advised as to whom the rest of the cast would be, and that had veered my fantasies in a new direction…Seth Clearwater; jet black, shoulder length hair, piercing blue eyes, dark smooth skin and a big fucking dick.

Oh yes, many, many of my acute wank sessions had included Seth. Getting the chance to meet him made me set all my doubts aside about seeing Jasper again.

I have one obstacle with Seth, and that he is normally a bottom, but I am pretty sure he went both ways when the prospect was enticing enough. I know if I turn on the charm I can get him to fuck me.

And speaking of a perfect opportunity, it would also demonstrate to Jasper that his lily white dick was yesterday's news.

Actually, Jasper's dick is the perfect size, shape and color, but the statement did serve as a good euphemism, so whatever.

I so badly wanted to say that under no uncertain terms would I ever work with Jasper again, but when would I ever get a chance to work with this level of talent the edge of retirement, which leaves me to wonder , yet again…why did they want me in this movie? Had Jasper and I looked that good, that they wanted a repeat performance? Even if that is the case there would be other movies, not one's engrained with an entire cast of pro's. In any case, I am sure I will find out the answer to all of my questions once I get there.

I also wonder what kind of reception I will get from the professionals.

From what I understand, Seth will be matched up with Embry Call, and Seth is actually topping for the monumental occasion. These two look like brothers, and rumor has it that they are nemeses in the sport. I guess, always being compared to someone else that looks a lot like you, and came into the industry about the same time , would bring out a competitive nature. According to the stats thus far, Seth is winning their little battle, and I am definitely agreeing with the masses there. Embry seems like an asshole yuppie. Seth, on the other hand, just looks friendlier…more likeable than his unapproachable counterpart. I just hope that Embry likes it hard because I have a feeling that Seth will be tearing his ass up.

I am thrilled to hear that I will once again be seeing James. James is going to be paired up with Marcus De Luca. Marcus is an Italian god. He is the oldest out of the bunch , at the old age of twenty-seven. I believe that he actually came out of retirement for this. I haven't seen his name out there for a while, and I keep up with the shit enough to have a good idea that my theory seems more than plausible.

I pulled up a vid last week of a previous encounter that Marcus and James had, and whew, it was hot, but the from what I hear, for this film, James will be accepting the cock; giving up his usual M.O of penetrator extraordinaire. The only other time I have ever saw James bottoming was for Jasper. Yeah , there was no hesitation when I arrived home to open the film that James had mentioned them doing together in Vegas. I didn't think I could avoid watching Cum Home, so instead of the annoying constant internal debate on whether I should watch it or not was bypassed by just watching the damn thing straight away.

Jasper, on screen, in action is a fucking sight to behold. It makes me anxious to see my debut into the porn world. I wanted to see if I gave Jasper more than James did, but I figure that I must have done something right to get me here.

I had been tempted to ask Tanya if she could switch me with Marcus. It isn't necessarily because I want to do James so badly, but I just want to stay away from another interaction with Jasper. In the end, I hadn't wanted to rock the boat, and if I am able to admit anything at all to myself, the chance of going at it with Jasper again holds more than its share of appeal.

The last two are Aro Brenner and, my fav fag, Emmett. Aro has probably participated in more films and videos than the rest of the guys put together. He is average in looks, but has a long, smooth sexy dick, that makes up for his lack of aesthetics, and he works that cock to its utmost potential.

Naturally, I wonder why Tanya and Felix did not pair up Jasper and Emmett. The question is still on my mind. I shouldn't care, but my traitor heart be damned, I fucking did. I want the reason to be that they never did get together, but I guess I will find out the reasoning soon enough. At any rate, I am not looking forward to seeing buttface again.

But declining the invitation wasn't an option, so I am stuck with Jasper. However, after I realized that I would be face-to-face with Sunshine again, I swore I would show him nothing but indifference. So, I set about figuring out how I could show him that I was so over that little scenario in Vegas.

I will be totally cool and blasé the whole week. I won't give him the time of day until we do the scene. I will flirt with everyone around; make sure he realizes how little I care about him, and after all that, he can eat my ass…oohh, seriously, I hope that's in the plan, because, on a side note , that would be so fucking hot! I wonder if they'll have a suggestion box, so that I can anonymously put that little bug in their ear.

No, I will not be the naïve lovesick fool that Jasper had seen previously, but apparently, I still to work on that before the plane lands because when I open the laptop, and see the damn photo on the screen I sigh like a schoolgirl.

Jesus, I'm weak. But I have faith that I will pull it together before I see him again.

I finally navigate away from the picture to look at the Jamaican resort's homepage…Hedonism. What better place can there possibly be for filming this movie?

The Hedonism resort offers all of the amenities one needs to have a fan-fuck-tastic time. This week is promising to be seven days filled with pure, unadulterated debauchery. I convince myself that just because I have to work with Jasper again, doesn't mean that I can't find some other entertainment elsewhere.

I don't plan on putting all my eggs in one basket with Seth. I am planning on getting around that resort, so that I won't be forced to spend any unnecessary time with, or around, Jasper. I lean back in my seat and focus on the pleasures that await me in Jamaica.

The landing is smooth, and we arrive right on schedule. I give myself a short, but I think effective, pep talk before sauntering off of the jet. My instructions are to find the vans located at the airports exit, and hop on the one specifically designated for Hedonism.

I am struck by the sun, and heat, as soon as I walk out onto the deck of the aircraft. I can already feel the perspiration accumulating on my brow as I follow the steps down to the open airport, which literally looks like a carport. Back home the weather in March is still freezing, so this is kind of a shock to the system.

My sunglasses are packed in the luggage that I had checked, so I create a visor over my eyes, and find the next shock to my system. Jasper.

Jasper?

He is here…waiting for me?

I about melt, and it no longer has anything to do with the heat. Fuck! He looks stunning in his casual, sleeveless t-shirt, and his hands stuffed into his khaki shorts. His eyes are covered with tinted sunglasses, and I am too far away to translate the expression on his face. I take a glimpse around to see if I recognize anyone else, and I find none.

He came alone.

I should walk right passed him. I should snub him right off the bat, but like all my intentions where he is concerned I walk straight up to him and stop about five paces away.

We stand staring at each other, as something brilliantly flippant to say eludes me. Then suddenly, all it takes is one step forward from him, a drop of a bag from me, and just like that we are wrapped in each other's arms.

Click. Click. Boom.

Mouths meld, teeth clang, tongues duel, hands search, and grasp tightly on the thin cotton of our t-shirts. What the hell is happening? I don't have a fucking clue. But the storm will not calm until all my cruel plans of a cool greeting are destroyed in its wake.

Needing air, we break away, but just enough so that our mouths are touching, and our ragged breath is captured in each other's mouth. His hands are tight in my hair, while mine roam the expanse of his back urgently.

"I'm supposed to be mad at you." I whisper heatedly, against his supple lips.

He presses his forehead to mine and nods his head. "I would deserve it."

I pull my head back sharply and look into his eyes for sarcasm, but all I see is regret.

When I had pulled away his hands had slid from my hair and onto my neck. He, now, caresses the area there. "I was a fool Edward, please let me make it up to you." His eyes search mine frantically. "Please."

Then he shakes my shoulders almost violently…

wha…?

"Sir? Sir? The plane has landed, you must wake up now." My eyes snap open at the sound of the strange voice, and it takes me a minute to find my bearings, and realize I am on still on the plane…by myself.

Son of a motherfucking bitch! I want to stomp my feet, and act like a petulant child. It was all just a dream?

I am the embodiment of patheticism.

When I exit the plane I look around immediately, and I find no familiar faces. I suppose I am left to find my own way there. I try not to get worked up over it...there wasn't supposed to be anyone here to begin with.

But there is no talking myself out of my slight depression as I make my way to the resort. Even thoughts of the week to come could lift my sour spirits.

Stupid fucking dream.

When I arrive at the resort, I am led to the door of the conference room that actor's are supposed to meet in. I hesitate, and gather all my wits about me. With resolve, I heave open the door, and thrust myself in before I can back out of all of it.

I don't want to search the room for the memorable blond, but I can't stop my eyes from wandering the perimeter surreptitiously. I give up the pretense when I don't see him right away, and search with purpose. I see Tanya and Felix in the corner talking to Seth and Aro. Embry is sitting at a table, texting.

He isn't here.

I hadn't realized that I am panting until I feel the breath whoosh out of me as I am grabbed from behind in tight hug. I let out a big "oof", as I struggle to get air back into my lungs.

"Hey Eddie, what're you doing here?" I hear playfully in my ear, and I grow a wide smile at the familiar voice. I turn in his arms.

"Fancy meeting you here, sweet pants." I say with humor, and a toothy grin. James kisses me on the cheek heartily, and squeezes me tighter. Marcus stands behind James, and he watches our exchange with eyebrows raised. Wonder what that is all about? I pull one of my arms out of James' embrace to extend it to him in greeting. Marcus eyes me suspiciously before he seems to figure something out and smiles. "Hey Edward. I'm Marcus."

"I know exactly who you are." I say with a wink. I hear the door open, and my head automatically moves in the direction of the noise, and in walks Jasper, as James has his hands all over me.

"Jasper, how are you honey?" Tanya approaches him, but Jasper's eyes flit over her , and survey the room until he finds me. Instinctually, I try to move from James' grasp, but he also sees Jasper, and holds on to me tighter, nuzzling my neck.

"He deserves this." James whispers in my ear. And he does. So I stay in James embrace, and actually do a little cuddling of my own. It feels awkward, because I never, ever cuddle, but who cares? Apparently, the mission is a success because Jasper looks hurt. Good for him.

He moves out of the doorway, and Emmett trails in behind him. "Our plane was delayed like three fucking hours." Emmett barks out for all to hear.

Our. They are together.

The dagger plunges, and the heart bleeds. Why do I continue to let him hurt me so?

Emmett shuffles in, and starts handing out high fives, handshakes and hugs all around, making it very obvious that he is purposefully avoiding me, which is fine by me.

Jasper stands still, staring at his feet. His head slowly lifts, and his eyes shine with some unnamed emotion. Is it pity…remorse? Whatever the fuck it is I don't want it, but I can't lean on James the whole week. At some point, I have to stand on my own two feet. So, I pull away, but I continue to carry on conversation as best as I can.

We chat as Tanya and Felix solidify some of the plans for the week, and coordinate them with the forecast, since ninety percent of the filming will be outside. Jasper is slowly making his way around the room, and when he makes his way over to Seth I can't help but stare at the two of them together. To my knowledge, they have never worked together.

It seems like they are just sharing pleasantries, nothing too deep as Jasper grabs the back of his neck, and massages the muscle in awkwardness. I try to tear my eyes away, but I can't help but compare the two first.

Light versus dark. Jasper looks like a cougar lying lazily in the sunshine, and Seth looks like a wolf prowling in the night, both equally intimidating and beautiful, but standing next to each other, Jasper outshines Seth by a mile.

Do I really just have a crush like everyone had said? Since Jasper came into this room I haven't been able to focus on anything. I keep my eyes off of him, but I know where he is at every moment, and I am aware that, without looking, that he is finally making his way over to James, Marcus and I.

He acknowledges James first by exchanging a half handshake, half hug. He turns to Marcus and shakes his hand. It hasn't escaped my attention that he hasn't spoken yet, and it makes me yearn to hear his voice, to see if it as melodic as my memory has portrayed it to be.

"Saving the best for last Jas?" James taunts.

Jasper looks at me with unmistakable want. "Yes, actually." His sweet honeyed voice sends an unwanted shiver of pleasure to run down my spine. He swallows hard before he grabs my hand that is lying limply at my side. "Edward, you are looking breathtaking, as usual." Someone get me a fucking Q-tip, because there is no possible way I heard that correctly.

He takes a few hesitant steps toward me as I stand there like a fucking nimrod with my mouth and eyes wide. He has successfully stunned me speechless.

He tentatively wraps his arms around me. "I haven't stopped thinking about you." He whispers in my ear.

Bullshit. Or did he think about me while he fucked Emmett's fat ass?

My eyes wander to Jack-off. He is whispering to Embry and Aro with a disgusted look on his face, as his finger is boldly pointing right at me. I want to show him a finger of my own, and it takes all of my strength not to flip him the bird.

I pull away from Jasper. "I think your boyfriend is getting jealous." He stares at me intently before his hands reluctantly fall to his sides. The wounded look on his face doesn't make me feel as happy as it should; in fact, it hurts like a goddamn bitch. I look away before I change my mind and go all fangirl on him, jumping him like every ounce of me really wants to do.

I feel myself smiling at that thought. Goddammit, stop fucking smiling. This is not a kosher attitude to be having. But Jasper's small smile is infectious. It doesn't look like a gloating, "haha, you're not fucking over me" smile, it really looks genuine.

I recognize that I have to quickly get out of this tempting situation, so I finally excuse myself , and head for the black beauty so that I can put my master plan into action, but I really don't feel like flirting. The thought makes me kind of nauseous, but this is one of the steps needed to graduate from Jasper Rehab.

I approach Seth and extend my hand. "Hi Seth, I am Edward".

"Hey Edward." He sing-songs. "So very nice to meet you." He lisps, as his hands rise in a surrender formation. Holy Mother of God. Seth is a major faerie, and I never would have guessed it. Man, this guy was more fem than Pam Anderson. Just more ammunition to prove the stereotype created for us bottoms. By God, act like the man that you are.

Damn, how had I not noticed that previously? In my defense, he hadn't had very many speaking parts in his other films, and videos that I have witnessed.

He holds out his hand so his palm is down. I clutch his fingertips in a discomfited handshake, and release them almost immediately. He tsks and shakes his head, when I don't follow protocol by bringing his hand up for a kiss. I hope I don't look as dumbfounded as I feel.

Thank Felix for perfect fucking timing. "Okay guys, everyone take a seat so we can go over the details and rules for this week." The comment instigates moans and groans around the room. Rules?

I absently find a seat, and before I realize it I am sitting in a chair directly across from Emmett. I stare at him wearily. "Are you eye-fucking me?" He asks with astonished distaste.

I snort. "I'd gauge them out first." I say with equal malevolence.

Throughout the meeting Jasper keeps his eyes on me, trying to get me to make eye contact, but I stubbornly refuse, and when the meeting is over and I am given my room key I am the first one out the door.

I practically run to the room, and when I am safely in the confines, I throw myself on the bed and enjoy a fit of tantrum. I push my face into a pillow, and scream while I beat my hands and feet on the mattress repeatedly. After a minute or so I finally fall lax, the little fit exerting much more energy than I thought it ever would, and that is when I hear the clearing of a throat. Fuck my life.

I turn to find Jasper watching me with a huge fucking grin on his face. It's beet red and I am pretty sure it is because he is trying, with difficulty, not to laugh out loud. I get up quickly and face off with him. I just can't take this anymore. Jasper had me on a roller coaster, and I hated those damn things with a passion. "What are you doing in my room?"

"Umm…this is my room too." Oh, hell no!

"There is no fucking way I am sharing a room with you." I try to stalk passed him, but he grabs onto my arm.

"Wait. Edward. Can't we talk? I really need to tell you some things. Please." His eyes plead along with his words, but I push away and run down the corridor in search of Tanya and Felix in hopes I can convince them of a change in accommodations.

I am just about to turn the corner that would lead me straight to the conference room that we just came out of, but I stop dead in my tracks when I hear Emmett talking to someone about me. I hear him whisper my name, and then it sounds like Aro who speaks. "Why did Tanya and Felix allow it, if it was me, I would have told him where to go."

"They really like Jasper, and he said he wouldn't do it without Edward."

"And they just allowed the ultimatum?" I hear Aro question. There is silence. Answer the question dipshit. Maybe he is trying to figure out what "ultimatum" means. I never met anyone that made a rock look smart before Emmett.

"Well, yeah. As soon as Jasper got the call, he broke it off with me. He tried to tell me that he was going to anyway, but I really don't think he would have."

"He doesn't look that special to me. Are you just going to let the twerp have him?" That is all I can take. I walk back to the room dejected. Jasper is the sole reason that I am here, and so far I have treated him like shit. He would have passed up the chance had Tanya and Felix not agreed to have me, and I don't know what that means.

I had already figured out that I am the odd ball in the group; the newbie in a room full of seasoned sexers. I wanted to think it was because they saw something special in me, but it made more sense that Jasper requested it.

I walk into the room to find Jasper sitting on the foot of the bed with his head in his hands. I didn't beat around the bush. "Why am I here?"

His head popped up at the sound of my voice and he jumped up. "What do you mean?" He asks evasively.

"It is a very simple question. Why am I here?"

"You know." He guesses. He sighs, and approaches me cautiously. He grabs onto my shoulders, and levels me with a look I can only describe as longing. I only recognized the expression so well because I have seen it so many times when I looked in the mirror the past couple of months.

"Why am I here?" I whisper.

He stares hard. "Because I needed to see you again. I want…" He pauses, as his eyes fill up with tears. "I need a second chance Edward. Please give me that." He shakes my shoulders slightly. "Please Edward. I couldn't think of anyone else that I wanted to share this experience with more." He begs, looking distraught, as he waits for the word.

I have to give him credit because he wasn't subtle there. He made it pretty clear that this deal is for the week only. I guess I should be happy that he isn't making promises he can't keep, or give false hope when there is none. He wants me…for the week, and I can take it or leave it.

Can I put my heart on standby, and put aside my better judgment just to have a hot fuckfest and hang out with someone that has inopportunely come to mean more to me than I did to him?

Dammit. Will I ever be able to make the right decision where he was concerned? Probably not, because not hell or high water can make me say no to this beautiful boy. A week will be good enough. I can be optimistic, and believe that maybe it will help me get over these undesirable feelings for him, and try to avoid the pessimistic side that believes I am just going to get more attached.

Or I can just stop thinking all together, and kiss the damn guy. I'll deal with any consequences that may arise later when the time comes. Right now, this is where I want to be and who I want to be with, and I am not going to deny it anymore.

So instead of answering his question with words, I pull him to me by the nape of his neck and crash his lips to mine. His arms surround me, and hold fast, as his tongue bullies its way between my lips. Oh fuck, this is what I have needed.

Our tongues swirl and play with each other as our hands get reacquainted with each other's bodies. He pulls away a fraction, and whispers, "thank you" against my mouth. Then he whispers it again and again, until I can't take anymore, and I capture his lips with mine.

He breaks away long enough to discard my shirt. Our kiss grows wild, but his fingertips nonchalantly travel from the middle of my breast bone straight down to the tiny trail of coarse hair that led to a very aroused boner. He doesn't waste any time grabbing my junk firmly through my denim. "Ah fuck, Jas." I whisper against his swollen lips, as a sudden urge to taste the mouth that I had gone way too long without, overwhelms my senses. I scratch at the skin just above his nape, as I rape his mouth thoroughly, leaving no surface untouched.

He makes quick work of undoing my jeans, scraping my skin just below my belly button in his haste to get to the goods. I stop my assault on his mouth to utter a soft moan as a burning sensation rushes over the small abrasion. He immediately recognizes what he has done and drops to his knees. "I'm so sorry." He feathers small kisses along the injury, before he traces it with his tongue, and blows on it, numbing the pain effectively.

I wanted to just laugh it off, or just say it was okay, but I am astonished at the tender care he had just shown me. I know my mouth hangs open as he tends to the small scratch. His eyes leave the site of the scratch as they follow his fingers while he traces the white waistband of my army green boy shorts.

Back and forth, back and forth.

I groan in frustration, because my impatience has met its max, and I am teetering on the edge of lunacy. "For fucksakes, touch me already." My words snap him out of the trance he is in. He doesn't look up but I see the wide smile on his face. I want to ask him what he is thinking about, but I keep my mouth shut, opting to ask him later about his thoughts. Right now I just wish for my dick to be encased in his hot, wet mouth. "If you are trying to tease me, all I have to say is, paybacks are a bitch." I warn ominously.

He takes the threat seriously and pulls my undies and jeans down around my thighs. He immediately cradles the velvet length in his hand as he slides his scorching mouth along it, scraping it lightly with his teeth. He does this for several passes, before I finally give up on sanity. "Put it in your goddamn mouth." I growl.

So, he does…for about two fucking seconds, deep-throating it once before releasing it with a pop. "Say it again." I can feel his lips moving on the tip as he whispers his request.

"Oh, god Jas…suck my dick. Now!"

And that he does. He whirls his tongue all the way down, as he takes my full length into his mouth. His nose is buried in my manicured pubes before he slides back up, pumping my cock with his hand, as his mouth lazily makes its way back to the tip. He dives back down and repeats the process.

His head bobs, as he massages my perineum with his fingertips and cups and rolls my balls with the palm. My head falls back on my shoulders, and I push my hand through his soft blond waves. My hips move of their own volition, gyrating and pumping , meeting him thrust for thrust, as he takes my whole length down his throat. He swallows my dick and my stomach drops than tightens, as the searing pleasure seeps through my veins. The heat breaks my body out into a sweat. I start pumping faster, my movements become uncoordinated and choppy, and I start to feel the satisfying pressure emerge in my abdomen and then I remember something very fucking important. My muddled brain cannot remember what day Jasper and I film our scene.

"Oh my god Jas, can we cum?" I ask desperately.

He looks kind of surprised, that he had forgotten himself. Staying on his knees, he stops to pull out the work schedule that is folded in his back pocket. My cock immediately protests the loss of his sweet mouth; it throbs and jumps in anticipation, as I wait for him to pass on the verdict. "I don't know. I had my mind on other things, I wasn't paying much attention." He looks up at me with a smirk on his face, and then goes back to studying the paperwork in his hand.

I shift my weight from foot to foot, just like I did when I had to pee as a kid, but now, it is anxiety that caused the movement, because I am afraid that this will be all I will get. I will have to pull my pants back up over my hard-on, and suffer like I had so many times the first night Jasper and I were together. I am such a fucking moron, he hadn't even remembered. I just want to say, "Forget I mentioned it", but I know he won't.

Please fucking tell me we can cum.

When Jasper's eyes lift to mine again, and I see the exquisite smile on his face I knew my answer is in the affirmative. "Thank fucking Jesus." I say breathlessly. He chuckles and grabs me by my hip bones so tha I rock toward him. I almost lose my balance and topple over onto him, but his fingers dig into me, holding me upright, but angled slightly toward him. He uses my unsteady position to push his face into my abdomen and gives me an award worthy zerbert. It extracts the most girly shriek I have probably ever heard come out of my mouth, Jasper rolls back on his feet, laughing at my reaction.

I wriggle out of his embrace, and stand back with my arms folded over my chest. "That is a real fucking turn-on Jas." I say with sarcasm, but can barely hold back the smile that is trying to break through.

His eyes have lost their mirth, as he stands up. "No, I'll show you something that is a turn-on." He pushes me back onto the bed, and I lay there on my back with nothing but my skivvies and jeans clinging to my thighs.

His eyes are smoldering, as he gazes down at me in a reverent manner. "That. Edward." He points at me. "That…is a turn-on. You are a turn-on." He starts to remove his own clothing by pulling his shirt off, and tossing it carelessly to the floor. "You, Edward, are fucking gorgeous." He unbuttons his jeans, and lowers his zipper. He climbs on the bed, and crawls on his hands and knees toward me with the look of predator circling his prey…startling magnificent, and completely hypnotizing.

I start inching up the bed, so he won't reach me too soon. I am not done watching this side of Jasper. He continues to stalk me. "You've haunted me Edward…everyday for two fucking months." My head clanks against the headboard, so I wait for him to catch up, while I lay mesmerized by his seductive words, and his mouthwatering body in all its sinewy finery, as he travels the span of my body. His mouth hovers over my erection. "I can't wait to taste you again." This elicits a moan from me. His eyes dart up to mine, and he has a boyish look on his face. "Y'know, I have only swallowed a few times." He looks momentarily unsure of himself.

I know from past conversations with him that it appears that most of his sexual encounters were performed on screen, and I am well aware that you never swallow in porn, and I feel bad that all of his experiences are all for show.

He won't realize it, but I plan on showing him what it is to be with someone that truly cares for him. This will be a weeklong one-sided love affair.

I use my stomach muscles to pull myself up slightly and cradle his face in my hands. "I can't fucking wait for you to taste me again, Jas, because then it will be my turn." We both meet halfway to close the space between us for another blazing kiss. Jasper releases my lips, and looks down at my restless dick that twitches endlessly under his perusal. When his eyes lift back to mine, he has a mischievous spark to them, and his smile turns wicked. He pushes his palm into my chest so that my head falls back onto the pillow, and lowers his mouth to my aching cock.

He props my dick up with one finger, so that it is ready for lift off, and smiles as he sees the moisture that has collected at the tip. His tongue swipes at the slit, gathering the pearl on his tongue. He rolls it around in his mouth, taking his time to savor the flavor as he strokes my length with is forefinger and thumb, gently gliding it back and forth over the head. "Mmm, that was tasty Edward, but not nearly enough. I want you to give me a lot more." I nod vigorously in agreement. He pushes the skin at the base of my cock down, and the skin stretches over my arousal, making it even more sensitive. His tongue circles around the rim of my head, and then sucks my stiffy into his mouth. He almost pulls it out immediately, but stops at the tip, and wraps his lips around the knob, flicking the slit with his tongue, and watching me all the while.

I start to feel impatience well up in me once again. I buck my hips up into his waiting mouth. Before I can dish out any more threats, he sees my irritation has reached a boiling point, and envelopes my dick in his mouth. My moan is heartfelt; filled with pent up desire and agitation. I can see him grin around my cock and I can't wait to plan my own bit of revenge…ugh, but not now. Now…oh jeez…

He takes pity on me and begins to move quickly, dipping and rising, again and again. I decide to make this a joint venture, and not lay here like a dead fuck, so I circle my hips, flexing my ass on each undulation.

I'm getting really close, and I am about to warn him, but Jasper moans with my cock deep in his throat, and the vibrations shoot right through me initiating the longest, most intense orgasm of my life. I convulse with each shooting star that bursts inside my chest. I feel the pleasured pressure from each stream of hot liquid that spills down his throat in waves.

I would have really liked to have seen how much cum he had actually milked from me, because I knew I had to have given him a mouthful.

After I come down from my high, I realize that Jasper has taken the effort to clean me up and is looking pretty fucking satisfied with himself. Bastard. I take him by surprise when I tackle him so now his head is lying on the foot of the bed, and I am sitting in between his thighs. Our hands engage, and we wrestle with each other, until he gives in, and his arms go slack. I fall against his chest, knocking the breath out of both of us.

"You are so going to pay for that little display of torture."

He turns his head to the side, and gazes out the window overlooking the ocean absently, and I think I hear a small, "fuck" escape his lips, as I feel the twitching of his rock hard cock underneath me.

Yes, sir...paybacks...

AN: OK, so I was going to do this vacation/work trip in 1 to 2 chaps. HA, yeah…6600 words and barely got past introductions. So, yep…

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