Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or anything to do with it, however the OC's are all my own. The concept of Jasper being the 'God of War' is something that I've read in a few fics, but I don't know where it originates, so I'm sorry for not giving credit where credit's due! Plus, I have no idea what Louisiana, or Wisconsin are like - I'm from England, so please, forgive any mistakes. Have a great day, and I love you guys!
Jasper POV
November 2020
Madison, Wisconsin
Within seconds of her whispering my name, I was perched atop her roof, thankful for the slight slant that the trapezium shaped covering offered, and I knocked, twice, on her window, quietly. Apparently her sleep was light enough for her to be awoken by the gentle sound, and she grumbled under her breath, annoyed, "What in the world?"
She was so fucking adorable - it made my heart hurt. She tumbled out of her bed, her curtains promptly thrown open, and her eyes widened, exponentially, as she took in my relaxed form. On the inside, however, I felt like I was going to shrivel up and die. I knew this whole drama with Irina could royally fuck up our relationship, and I wanted to sort this out before irreparable damage was done to us.
"Let me in," I mouthed, hopefully, and her eyes squinted in response. She rubbed her pretty grey orbs, and after a moment, she unhooked the lock, and threw open the windows. I asked, "You mind if I come in, Darlin'?"
She opened her mouth a few times to answer, but couldn't find the right words, and simply nodded, and turned her back on me, walking back into her room, and slipped back into her spacious bed. I felt a little shitty, as if I were in her bad book for some reason, and I followed behind her, quietly, settling on a swivel chair, tucked beneath her desk, which was pretty much empty of any kind of distinctly feminine or emotive paraphernalia. She didn't even have any photographs.
Clasping my hands together, tightly, I asked, "Are you mad at me, sugar?"
She glanced up at me, her hair in a messy bun atop her head, which jus' about poked out of her white sheets, and she croaked, all adorable, "No.. I'm not mad," but there was a clear sense of falsehood about her tone. My brows furrowed, and I pushed, "Why don't I believe you, sugar?"
She sighed, deeply, tucking her pretty face further into her duvet, and I sighed, shuffling' closer to her bed frame. I placed my hand on her shoulder, and asked, "Darlin', don't do that. Don't shut me out. Talk to me, sweetheart."
She mumbled under her breath, "I cant help it," and it made me sigh, deeply, in my chest. I shuffled closer to her, monitoring the sounds of her brother and father, yelling and hollering downstairs over some horseshit football game that Em was probably watching back home. I reached under her sheets, feeling her heated skin brush against my cooler expanses, and I held her hands, tightly, in my own.
"Look at me, sugar," I ordered, without any room for dispute, and she complied, acquiescently, "Listen, Darlin', I know you've had problems ing Irina-" she winced at her name, "- and all you need to know is that she ain't gonna be a problem anymore."
She glanced up at me, her orbs teary and it tugged at my heartstrings, harshly, and asked, hoarsely, "Why?"
She was hopeful.
I smiled, widely, "She's goin' back home to Alaska. I told her that you were it for me; she didn't like that, but I gave her no reason to deny what I was sayin', sugar."
"I'm it for you?"
Swooping down, quickly, I kissed her firmly on her lips, feeling the sensations break out along my mouth, setting my nerve endings on fire and I reached behind her, tugging her out of her sheets, feeling her lower back beneath my fingertips. We couldn't do anything tonight; not really. Her family was making enough noise.. I guess I could do something for her, if she'd let me, I suppose.
Reclining her back onto her back, I shrugged out of my jacket, throwing it clean across the room, and she tugged herself closer to me in response. I reclined on my haunches, staring down at her; her hair splayed around her pillow, her broken hair-tie between my fingers. She rolled her eyes at the action, and I shrugged, offhandedly, before tugging her upwards, so her back was arched, and my lips were at her ear, her body unable to stop shaking as pleasure rocked through her middle. I traced my fingers over her smooth skin, as slowly as possible, trying to drive her to the brink of pleasure.
"Sugar," I sighed, my hand inching higher and higher up her bare leg, her cotton shorts having ridden up, fractionally, during our shenanigans. I continued, my tone heavy with barely controlled passion, "Can I.. Can I do somethin' for you?"
She ran her fingers, roughly, through my hair, and tugged me forward, capturing my lips with her own, and she groaned into the kiss, "Please.."
I grinned, pulling away, slightly, and began my assault on her neck, nipping, picking, biting, tonguing the flushing skin, reveling in the taste of the blood that had risen to the surface of her skin, moaning, quietly, at the sensation that rushed straight to my groin.
She was going to be the death of me, I swear.
Sucking a particularly dark blemish on the inside of her elbow, pushing her vest up slightly, so her belly button was exposed, and I tongued the expanse of skin, lavishly, feeling her body tense up then begin to tremble against me, her grip on my hair tightening. If I were human, it would have hurt like a bitch, but because of what I am, it felt like a soft brushing of my curls. I liked it. A little, anyway. Hooking my fingers in her shorts, I shimmied them down her long, tanned, toned legs, throwing the article of clothing over the side of the bed, and moved her calves so they were wrapped around my shoulders. I chuckled, quietly, and asked, "You sure, Darlin'?"
She groaned, loudly, her back arched further off of the bed, the wetness between her thighs increasing, the aroma of her arousal permeating the air surrounding me, almost clogging up my mind, in a way that had my cock twitching in my pants.
Good God.
"Please, Jas.. I cant.. I-I," the rest of her sentence was garbled, because I had promptly rubbed the pads of two of my fingers against her sex, over and over again, listening to the sounds falling from her pretty lips, her eyes rolling into the back of my head, and I pressed a kiss to the most intimate part of her body, over her underwear, before I shuffled them down, and out of the way. Immediately, I went to work, my tongue having a mind of its own, circling her clit, tasting her ambrosia, my own body reacting in a way that even I couldn't understand. I pushed myself closer to her, so I was slightly raised up off of the bed, her body moving with me, and I felt the beast within start to take control.
Humming against her sex, I felt her body tense, clench and tighten in ways that I was sure she wasn't accustomed to, and I rubbed small circles on her outer thigh, calmingly. With great difficulty, I pulled away from her heat, and asked, heavily, "Are you okay, Darlin'?"
She growled, under her breath, and tightened her fingers in my hair in response, and I chuckled, lightly, blowing sharply against her sex, feeling the tremors shoot through her body, arching her back further, and she moved one of her hands from my hair, to the pillow beside her head, and she ground her plump ass into the sheets. She whined, low in her throat, "Sto-Ah.. Stop playing with me, Jas.. Please."
Tightening my grip on her thighs, I pulled her closer, my lips searing themselves to her heat, sucking, biting, nipping; my tongue working in response to her sweet, sexy noises tumbling from her pretty, blushing mouth. Her chest began heaving, faster and faster, alerting me to the fact that her orgasm was quickly approaching, so, of course, I worked my tongue with more vigor.
Come on, sugar, I thought, I've got you.
Almost as a reply to my thoughts, she began screaming, her own hand having to clasp over her pretty pink lips, ebbing away the sounds, her eyes closing, tears leaking from the sides, her legs tightening around my neck, with a strength that was unlike my own, and if I were human, she could have probably snapped my neck. Lapping up her sensual, delicious juices, I kept her going, letting her ride out her orgasm to the fullest. Her brow was beaded with light perspiration, and I chuckled to myself, my tongue circling her clit, once more - the sensations shooting from her pussy through her body, attacking her nerve endings, viciously, her body trembling, over and over, in response.
It took a good five minutes of lax, long licks, for her to 'come back' to the land of the living, and once her eyes blinked open, I was by her side, my body angled towards her, but in such a way that she wont realise that I was sporting the world's most painful hard-on in my jeans. She didn't need to know that; I wouldn't want her to feel pressured into doing something. The scent of her climax was fresh in the air, her body having released both her delicious cum, as well as enticing pheromones that attacked my senses, turning my eyes a violent obsidian in response.
"That.." she breathed, her chest still heaving, her pulse pounding through her veins, "Was amazing, Jas."
She rolled on her side, reaching down, almost languidly, and drew her sheets to cover the both of us - a pleased smile made its way onto both of our faces. I asked, "You alright now, baby?"
She reached over the bed, to pull her shorts back on - the fact that she was going commando, and was tucked next to me was driving me insane - and placed her hand on my chest, her leg being thrown over my middle before I could ever stop her and she blinked up at me, feeling my erection rub against her calf. The sensations of her brushing my cock, even if it were jus' with her leg, made my eyes flutter, momentarily, and I clenched my hands behind my head.
"That feel good, baby?," she breathed in my ear, her hand inching closer to my waistline. She was playing a dangerous game, and if she didn't stop, I would eventually even up fucking her into next year.
"Sugar," I warned, my voice strained, "You ain't gonna like what you find if you keep touchin' me like that."
Out of the blue, I felt a warm muscle press beneath my earlobe as she bit my skin, and I felt heat rush to my groin, once more.
"Stop, Cammy.." I sighed, my hands running through my hair, wretchedly. She frowned, adorably, and asked, "Jas.. Do you not want me to.. Touch you, or.. Have I done somethin' wrong?"
Her lower lip trembled, and I grasped her chin, tightly, in between my fingers, and kissed her, disregarding the fact that some people might have a problem with having been orally pleasured and then kissing afterwards.
"There ain't nothin' more that I want in this world than to have you touch me, sugar," I sighed, honestly, "But I don't want you to feel like you gotta."
She scoffed, lightly, "If I felt pressured, I would tell you Jas.. You're not Paul-" insert inner growl, and flash of sudden molten anger, "- You're better than him. You wouldn't hurt me like that," she placed her hands on my shoulders, certainty ringing in every word, "I trust you."
If only she knew what a murderous, psychotic asshole I was. Or, used to be, I guess.
She traced her fingers down my chest, trailing the panes and lines of my torso, then my abdomen, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and her bottom lip sucked between her teeth. She undid my belt-buckle, followed by an almost torturously slow unfastening of my zipper, and shuffled my jeans down a little, and I kicked them off the rest of the way.
The bulge in my black tight underwear was obvious - there was no denying that it was there, and she was just.. looking at it.
"Are you alright, sugar?"
I wasn't little in that department. Shit, I had a lot of practice with my cock, too, so I knew how to please someone, but all of a sudden, I felt.. Nervous. Like.. Her opinion mattered more than any other's had.
"Is… Was… Why is it so big?"
The incredulousness in her tone made me laugh, because.. Well, I didn't know whether to run around her room in triumph that my mate is content with my girth, or languish in the attentions that she was giving me. I tilted her neck upward, and asked, earnestly, humour dancing in my eyes, "You ain't gotta worry, Darlin'."
She sighed, "I really am.. Inexperienced, huh?"
I tsked, lightly, and stated, sincerely, "No.. Don't say it like it's a bad thing, sugar - it doesn't matter if you'd been with a hundred guys, or none. Once you find that person that you fit with, perfectly, you're experience ain't coming into it. I'll be good to you, I swear, I'll take care of your needs before mine. I wont rush you into anything, I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I hurt you."
She blushed at my words, and played with the waistband of my boxer-briefs. Thankfully the darkness beneath the sheets stopped her from being able to see the scarring scattered over my thighs and ankles, and she reached into my underwear, releasing my cock, holding it in her hands, innocuously, and glanced up at me, as if she wanted permission.
"Do what you want, sugar," I assured, my voice heavy, "I'll like it all."
She stared off with slow, languid strokes, from the base to the tip, and back again, clearly a novice to this art. What she lacked in experience, she made up for in effort, and it was fucking incredible. I bit my bottom lip trying to quell the rising growls that begged to be released from my lips as she asked me questions.
Am I doing this right?
Does this feel good?
Are you okay?
What am I supposed to do?
Do I touch it?
I was glad to be the one to teach her; I wouldn't want anyone else to be in my position. She looked so confused, so innocent, and it was fucking amazing. Sucking in a sharp breath, I replied as best I could, feeling the tightness in my balls that told me that I was gonna cum, pretty soon.
As she sped up, the strokes becoming more and more intense and quick, I stopped being able to control my movements, my hips snapping up with each caress, and I locked eyes with her, grabbing the sides of her face, tightly in my palms, and kissed her with everything that was in me. She ran her thumb over the slit in the tip of my cock, and played, softly, with my tight balls, making me groan, lowly, into the pillow beneath me.
"Cum for me, Jas," she breathed, her eyes glassy and unfocused, "Let me see all of you."
And that was it.
White hot light slashed through my abdomen, pulsating through the tip of my dick, splashing white, thick ropes of cum against my chest, my groans being released as gruff, hard pants of air, her hands still moving in time with my thrusts.
"There you are," she said, happily, pressing kisses to my hairline, my cheeks, my earlobe, my jaw line, and then my lips, sweetly, at the end - my cock still warm and throbbing in her hand.
My eyes became more focused, the blurriness that had taken over my vision slowly ebbed away, and I couldn't stop it. I kissed her, pulling her tightly towards me, after tucking my flaccid cock back into my underwear, her sticky hand tightening in my shirt.
"That was great, Camilla," I sighed, honestly, and shrugged my jeans back onto my body. She shuffled closer to me, her breathing light against my chest, my nose tucked in her messy hair. My hands held her close, one between her shoulder blades, the other tight on her waist, pulling her snugly against my body, and I pressed a warm, loving kiss to her temple. I waited until she was fully asleep before I shuffled out of her spider-like grasp, and left her in bed alone, but not before leaving her a little note, written on the back of a spare piece of paper in her drawer, and tucked beneath her pillow.
Don't be angry - I had to leave. Your brother likes to go for walks in the early hours of the morning around your house, beautiful. I hope you slept well.
Only yours, Jasper Whitlock.
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Okay, so I got this amazing review from my resident NYC girl, CharitinaX, and I just want to give you guys a heads up:
Desperation is a story that is (hopefully) going to be split into three parts!
I've already finished Desperation and am now working on the plan for the next story, so worry not, guys, this isn't going to be a short affair. I'm not sure whether I am going to have it all in the same story, or make two/three different ones. I'll make that decision later, honestly. I just need to get this written up and out there.
Also, I just want to reaffirm with you guys - Reneesme isn't in this story, so the Cullen clan have had no major conflict with the Volturi, nor have they had a major conflict with wolves, except for the whole Jacob/Bella weirdness that happened throughout the story.
It might not go the way you want it to, and you will be mad at me at some point, but let's just get prepped for the long haul! I want you to enjoy the story, and I hope that you'll stick by my side throughout. For those who haven't reviewed, but read and favourite, I want to thank each and every one of you. You are all awesome! So, yeah, don't worry about it being drawn out, because as you can tell from the chapter that you just read, it's getting hot in here!
Thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!