This week we are getting our lemon squeezed by laduphine aka louisabecks. Ready, set, squeeze!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Squeeze My Lemon~~~~~~~~~ 11.10.10~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
DIRTY, SOUTHERN AND ON TOP, ch. 2 ~ Five
A/N - So this started as a o/s, but now it's going to be a series of PWP (porn-without-plot) one-shots. No plot, just dirty talking, spanking Jasper. Oh yes.
i've got an amazing team on this PWP-train with me - prereaders lizf22, swedensara and my fuckawesome betas kaydee1005 and UNF4ROB. Flove you each.
hard [hahrd] adjective, -er, -est, adverb, -er, -est, noun –adjective 1. not soft; solid and firm to the touch; unyielding to pressureand impenetrable or almost impenetrable.
rough [ruhf] adjective, -er, -est, noun, adverb, verb
–adjective 1. having a violently irregular motion; uncomfortably ordangerously uneven.
I get a text message that tells me to go to a local, overpriced boutique hotel one hour after his plane arrives. I stare at the screen. Why doesn't he just come home? What on earth does he have planned?
I arrive at the hotel ten minutes early, expecting the find him in the lobby having a cold, longneck beer. I scan the crowd of hipsters wearing two-hundred dollar jeans and enjoying their $14 cocktails, but I don't see him. I check my phone for the time and to see if he's sent another text.
Just then a tall, blonde woman walks up and says, "Miss Brandon?"
"Yes." I turn to her, shocked she knows my name. I'm always uncomfortable when people I don't know, know who I am. I'd be a horrible celebrity. I'd be freaked out every moment of my life. I like my anonymity. I like disappearing in a crowd.
"Mr. Whitlock asked me to give this to you when you arrived." She hands me a small envelope with my name written across the front in his handwriting- block letters in black ink.
"Thanks," I start to say, but she's already walking away.
I open the small envelope gingerly to find it contains a keycard and a little, white business card with his name on it. I flip it over and see "708" written on the back.
I'm nervous and exhilarated as I knock on the door. I have no idea what's on the other side. Is he even here?
My knock goes unanswered for a long moment.
The door finally opens, and he's standing there with a wicked smile on his face. I raise my eyes up to meet his as I reach out to curl my fingers into his waistband. I suddenly want him close, closer than I expect; I want his body pressed up against mine.
"Come in," he says, stepping back. My fingers slip away.
I look at him confused and enter the room. It's a gorgeous suite with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. The skyline is breathtaking.
"Hi." I smile, approaching on him.
Please touch me.
"Hi," he replies, kicking the door shut as he turns back to me.
I soak him in - wearing a clingy, thin t-shirt with a slight v-neck giving a peek at his sparse, soft chest hair; those jeans, slung dangerously low, hanging on for their life, holding what I want the most under the thick fabric. I stare at his forearms - muscular and strong. I want him to grab me, push me against a wall or throw me on the bed. I can't stop thinking about our phone call, about his taking complete sexual control of what is transpiring between us. It's intoxicating. It's done something to him; he's carrying himself differently and there's a glow about him that's new.
This version of him is sex on legs; he's got me breathless.
We stand silent, eyes locked, and I'm wondering who's going to make the first move. I like the unknown; I can feel the sexual tension growing, multiplying out of control. I feel like at any second, he's going to take me and throw me down on the sofa. Then he'll have his way with me, hard, if I'm lucky.
Please.
"I bought you a present," he says, circling around me.
I take a deep, heavy breath. I've never felt such desire towards him in the years we've been together. The palpable energy between us is swirling around the room.
Do something, I'm silently begging him.
I'm starting to breath heavier, as is he.
"I bought you a present," he repeats, as his hand raises to my face and he cups my cheek. I tilt my head into his palm, smiling. His eyes are on my lips, waiting for me to answer him.
I take a hard, dry gulp.
His eyes dart over to the sofa, mine follow.
There's a large, rectangular box, pink with a brown ribbon and the name of a particularly expensive local lingerie shop stamped on the top.
I look back at him, curiously.
"Go change," he points to the bathroom. That imperious, confident tone he had in his voice the last night on the phone is back. This isn't the everyday, real-life Jasper I'm used to. Something has changed, but I like it. That fact alone has me a bit confused; I'm a very independent, strong girl. But, I like him having control, taking the lead. It's terribly, undeniably sexy.
His hand slips away from my face.
"Go." He gives me a quick slap on the ass as I nod, turn and take the box into the bathroom.
I'm wearing a rose and black panty and bra set he's purchased me when I return to the main area of the suite. The fabric luxurious and soft. Luckily, I had been wearing heels already, so I put those back on. I look around for him and hear him call my name from the bedroom.
"There you are," I say sweetly as I enter the bedroom.
"Come here," he's standing at the far end of the room next to the window with this forearms on top of his head. He usually stands this way when he's pondering something. I wonder if he's deciding if he should leave the blinds open or close them. Because right now, if he were to fuck me, the whole city would see. His t-shirt raises and his jeans are slung low so I can see the faint trail of hair that disappears into his button-fly. I adore that soft trail of hair. I want to lick it.
I approach him and stand right in front of him. He's going to kiss me now, I can feel it. He cocks his head to the side and winks at me. He's incredibly flirtatious, but fully in control of the situation.
He nods towards the wall. "Face the wall and put your hands up."
I narrow my eyes at him, silently asking what the hell he's talking about. His eyes grow dark with a tint of anger when I don't act immediately to his request.
"Face. The. Wall. And. Put. Your. Hands. Up."
The anger in his voice catches me by surprise, and my heart jumps a beat. He walks away from me, sits on the bed and waits.
I step in front of the wall and push my palms against the cold wall, standing there as I was told. I'm nervous and excited all at once, I have no idea what his plans are for me.
"Spread your legs." His voice is stern, like it was on the phone last night.
I extend my legs apart. Oh god, is he going to try to fuck my ass? He can't want to fuck my ass. We would normally talk about that first, what is he doing? He hasn't even kissed me, and he's wants to fuck my ass in a hotel room? What is...
He watches me for a long time, gently scratching the scruff on his jawline before crossing the room to me. Now his lips are on my back, pressed warmly against a sweet spot between my shoulder blades. I hear him inhale my scent deeply as his hands finally touch me. He clutches my shoulders tightly, before drifting down my side, finger tips just grazing the side of my breasts, down the slope of my waist to my hips and thighs, before cupping my ass.
His cheek is flush between my shoulder blades, I can feel his tongue coming out between his lips and tasting me.
"Fucking fantastic," he whispers.
I moan in response.
I turn my head and he stops me, roughly taking the sides of my head in between his hands, turning it back to the wall.
"I didn't tell you that you could look," he barks at me.
My eyes widen before darting around. His hands are off me now, as are his lips. I'm afraid I've pissed him off. I just want him to touch me.
"Touch me, Jasper," I whimper.
"Shhh, baby." His hand is back, he's smoothing my hair. "Don't beg yet. You'll have time for that later." His tone is dark and dangerous, as if he's barely restraining his desire.
My heart starts pounding out of my chest, palpitations of an intensity I've never felt before.
"You called me a motherfucker on the phone, that wasn't nice," he grunts out through gritted teeth. I can hear the anger in his tone. I'm not used to him being angry at me. Why is it so exhilarating?
What? I said that after I hung up, how does he know that?
"I know you," he starts to say, as if he can read my mind. "I know you called me a motherfucker, didn't you?"
He's raised his voice even louder, and his hand is on my ass. It feels hypnotic, he's rubbing wide circles, from the top of my ass around down to the top of my thigh and back up again. I'm getting lost in the rhythm of his touch, his warm palm skimming over my panties and then making much needed, but all to brief contact with my bare skin when he reaches my thigh. Round and round, I tip my head back and let out a small moan.
THWACK!
Suddenly, without warning, his hand breaks contact with my backside and then comes back at me full force with a strong, stinging slap. I jump in place and make a sound I can only describe as a yelp in surprise.
"Shhhh..." he says and then THWACK! He's spanking me again.
I slowly exhale all the air in my lungs, and I'm shocked at how unbelievably, off-the-charts turned on I am. My brand new panties are getting wet, my mind is spinning and I'm anticipating the next sweet sting...
THWACK!
I turn over my shoulder to look at him, he looks up and meets my gaze.
"Baby," he starts to say, shaking his head in disappointment, his mouth coming within millimeters of my face. "I did not say you could look."
THWACK!
I whip my head back around and feel his lips on my neck. He's sucking and kissing and groaning onto the delicate spot just under my ear lobe as he continues to rub circles over the spot where he's spanked my ass.
THWACK!
"Baby..." he whispers directly into my ear. "You like it rough, don't you?" he asks.
THWACK!
I don't dare speak. I'm breathing hard and overwhelmed. Am I allowed to answer him? I don't know the rules to this game.
Are we playing a game?
He takes a step back, his hand leaves my ass and I'm disappointed that perhaps the spanking is over? I hear him remove his t-shirt.
His lips come back to my ear, his warm breath ragged as he speaks. "I asked you a question. You like it rough, don't you?" I can feel his bare chest against my back, slightly pressing his weight onto me, his forearm comes around against my collarbone and his hand grabs the front of my neck. He's holding me in place so I can't move.
I gulp. "I like it hard," I reply.
Letting go of my neck, he grabs my hands from the wall and brings them down slowly, and I hear him let out a small laugh.
"Hard." He swirls the word around. I can't see him, but I can feel him smiling. He's enjoying this, the lilt in his voice gives him away too easily.
His hands are at my waist, and he spins me around so fast I don't have time to process it before we're face-to-face. Our eyes widen at each other, lust hovering between us like a storm cloud.
"Hard." Somewhere deep within me, the independent strong girl comes to the surface for a flash. I confidently repeat "Hard" with a teasing smile.
He's in front of me, shirtless, wearing my favorite pair of jeans. I sigh, just thinking about how delicious it would be to pop each one of the buttons on the button-fly to expose his erection.
I want to see it. Touch it. Put it in my mouth. I lick my lips as I catch my breath.
I breathe in his scent - it's the perfect combination of Brut and good hard work. He smells like the southern boy he is, reliable and hearty. That scent will always remind me of the first day I really got to take his scent in. But, that's a story we'll save for another time...
He wipes his mouth with the heel of his hand and smirks at me. It takes all the willpower I have in my body not to touch him, to grasp at the waistband of his jeans and pull him close to me. I want to smell him, taste him, feel the weight of his body pressed onto mine again.
His hands slowly journeys up to my waist to my breasts, and his eyes are burning threw my bra. I reach up to drop one of the straps off my shoulder, but he grabs my wrist tightly.
"I didn't tell you that you could do that." His voice is commanding.
I blink and his mouth his on mine, full body weight quickly slamming me against the wall, and he takes my face in his hands as he kisses me. I briefly have an out-of-body experience, but a stream of adrenaline brings me back. I moan into his mouth, both because it's exactly what I wanted - his weight on me, his lips on mine - and because I'm getting incredibly aroused. I'm racked with lust and want and raw, carnal need. He reaches up and cups my breast, massaging it savagely under his calloused hands. His tongue dominates mine and sets the pace- furious and intense. I can feel his erection, rock hard, grinding onto my hip. I can't breathe, but it doesn't matter because this kiss can sustain me. In all our years together, he's never kissed me like this.
When he pulls away, finally, we're both gasping for air.
"Do you know how hard I'm going to fuck you, baby?" he asks, leaning into me, his palm flat against the wall next to my head.
I smile and look down, coyly.
"You're not going to act shy after you just told me you like it hard, are you?" He smirks.
I look up and lock with his gaze. "Rough," I blurt out. He's right, after all. He knows me better than I know myself, and in that moment... I want it rough.
He growls as he picks me up, my legs flinging around his waist. He carries me over to the bed and throws me down. I use my elbows to crawl back up further onto the bed as he stands over me.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he says, surveying me laying there in the new lingerie.
"Thank you for my present," I reply, hooking my thumbs into the side of the panties. I'm sure they were frightfully expensive, and I almost feel guilty that I'm ruining them.
A fire lights in his eyes- a primal, unapologetic expression of desire. He crawls onto the bed and kisses me hard once he's laying on top of me. It's a long, lingering kiss. The kind that is not soon forgotten. His knee parts my legs and rests there. I'm running my hands through his hair, down his neck to his back when he stops kissing me.
"You're still not allowed to touch yourself, baby." He raises and looks me in the eye.
What? Is he kidding?
He's torturing me.
"I don't understand...you like to watch usually," I say, biting my lip.
"I told you I'd get you off." He smiles down at me and sweetly sweeps a stray strand of hair behind my ear. It's a touching moment in what is shaping up to be a terrifically - dare I say it? - rough night. Yes, I'm snickering at myself for the thought.
"But, I want to -" Before I can say anything else, he's covering my mouth with his hand.
"I will be the one to give you an orgasm."
I start to blush. It feels strange, why am I blushing now? He never makes me blush, but a warmth has hit my cheeks and I'm flushing pink.
"That pink on your face looks like your ass a second ago." He laughs.
I giggle and then he's rolling me over, palm circling my ass again. Is he going to spank me again laying here on the bed? I'm biting my lip, trying to hold back from telling him that I'd honestly like him to take me over his knee.
Jasper, I've been a naughty girl.
I'm waiting for the sting of the first slap to come down, but it does not. What I feel next is the wetness of his mouth, followed by his teeth. He bites me hard and follows it with a wet, cool kiss on my ass.
"Ow!" I squirm my hips.
"There," he announces.
I look over my shoulder.
"I want you to see that bruise in the mirror for the next week and remember tonight."
I swallow and nod. We haven't even had sex yet, but I don't think I'll ever forget this night.
He tells me to roll over again and I do, propping myself up on my elbows, as I watch him get off the bed. He goes over to the mini bar and takes out a small bottle of water.
A devilish smile crosses his face - he's deciding his next move.
"Have you been a good girl, Alice?" he asks, telling a swig. He somehow manages to make 'good girl' sound dirty. I'm getting drunk on his words.
He's referring to his directive the night before that I not touch myself. I clench my thighs together and let out a long, needy breath. I'm so tense from built up sexual frustration that I ache.
"Yes," I whisper.
He's on the bed above me again, laying next to me now on his side propped up by his elbow. I can't take my eyes off his bare, lean chest. I reach out to touch him.
"Jesus, you look so fucking delicious just laying there, I can't decide which part of you to eat first."
I raise my eyes to his and smile.
"Please," I whimper.
"Please what?" he retorts.
I moan and I'm unable to form words. I push my body closer to his, writhing next to him. I'm silently begging him to touch me, please me, give me relief.
He pushes my shoulder away, hard, and I fall onto my back. He skims his hand from the top of my head to the side of my face, down my neck to my shoulder, over to my breasts where it stills.
"As much as I love this bra, it has to go. Sit up."
I sit up, and he unclasps my bra, throwing it across the room. We're sitting up on the bed, looking at each other, and I lean in hoping he'll kiss me.
"Patience, Alice," he says, pushing me down again.
His mouth assaults my left breast, taking it in between his teeth biting the hardened nipple. I arch my back, taking in the unusually aggressive sensation and letting the momentary pain flush through my nerve-endings. His hand roams down to my thigh and opens my legs. His tongue starts to make circles around my nipple before he clamps his teeth down again.
"Ohhhhhh..." I start to moan.
He's at my breasts for a long time, even for being a breast man - which he is - much longer than usual. I can tell this is going to be an all-nighter. He's more patient than I am and able to pace himself; when I get aroused I need to get the goal line, if you know what I mean. He likes to keep throwing interceptions.
His hand is warm and heavy on my thighs; he's gripping me with tremendous force.
He slides his body down, using one palm on each thigh to spread them open wider. He's grinning from ear-to-ear like it's Christmas morning. I'm writhing on the bed in anticipation of his next move. I'm really afraid the second his mouth makes contact with my pussy, I'll come. I'm so close to the edge already. His mouth goes back to my belly-button, kissing it sweetly.
"These panties are ..." he moans, "fantastic." His mouth is at the edge of my new, frightfully expensive panties, and I watch his mouth open as he takes the edge of the material into his mouth. He's smiling all the while, the fabric lifting from my skin held up by his teeth. He tugs them down a bit, but they don't quite come down over my hips. I reach down and push the sides down a bit, and then they come clear down my thighs aided by only his teeth and that mischievous smile. It's an seductive sight, my eyes are wide and wondrous at what is happening. Once the panties are at my ankles, he pulls them off and brings them to his face to inhale my damage to them.
"Fuck," he mutters. His breath is growing more ragged as he starts to trail kisses up my leg back to where I'm dying to have him.
Once he reaches my thighs, he stops and looks at me.
"Hard?" he asks.
"Rough," I correct him.
His mouth assaults my sex, and his tongue literally lunges inside of me. It's the only way I can describe it as that he tongue-fucks me. It's a move that should be patented or copyrighted or at minimum taught in college. It's intense and blackout-inducing. I grip the sheets for dear life, and my body is twisting under his mouth; his tongue sliding in and out of my pulsing sex.
"Ungh..." I start to lose it nearly instantaneously. I can feel my legs begin to tremble which is the tell-tale sign I'm on my way to an orgasm.
"Jas-" I can't even get his name out as I'm moaning and literally gasping for air. His hand come up out of nowhere and clamps down on my breasts; I think he's trying to distract my brain from the sensation between my legs so I won't shatter beneath him immediately.
His other hand is splayed out on my upper thigh, holding my legs open because I desperately want to put him in some kind of headlock and keep his mouth there forever. I'm pulsing and writhing and coming unhinged as he's pushing his mouth harder onto me, his tongue dipping deeper than I ever imagined.
Without thinking, my hand goes down and the tip of my middle finger makes contact with my clitoris. We've often called this move the "Double Down"; his mouth on me while I get myself off. He normally loves it, but not this time...
His head flies up, his tongue is gone from my sex and he starts to yell.
"GODDAMNIT, Alice," he grunts, the displeasure in his voice clear. "I was really fucking enjoying that."
"What? What did I do?" I'm stunned, scrambling to sit up. Oh crap, what have I done?
He grabs me by the wrist, so hard that I yelp, and pulls me off the bed.
"I told you not to touch yourself." He's looking around the room, I'm not sure what he's looking for but a tiny part of me is scared.
"Come here." He drags me over to a chair in the corner of the room and in a swift motion, he's sitting and I'm flung over his lap, naked. I feel raw and exposed. His left forearm comes down hard on my back, his hand fans out between my shoulder blades where minutes before he was kissing me softly. His right hand starts the rubbing circles motion on my ass again.
I can't move. I struggle for a second, and then I give in.
I slump my head down and let out a long, deep breath.
"Good girl," he coos. He's happy playing along.
"Now, count along..." he instructs.
THWACK!
I don't even have time to process his request that I count along and his hand has landed on my ass, harder than the last go around. My face contorts and a shiver runs through my spine. It's a forceful blow, not a playful spanking. This is a punishment spanking.
"Count!" he screams. He's never, ever, raised his voice at me before this night.
I try to clear my head.
"One," I announce, unsure if my voice is even audible.
THWACK!
He didn't rub my ass in advance of that slap, it just came down hard. Somehow, in the midst of this, we've never been more connected. It's odd and exhilarating all at once, how this new, unexpected sexual experience is bonding us together.
"Two," I say, louder this time. The force of the slap coming out in my voice.
"Mmmm," he replies. He's becoming more aroused, I can feel his erection. It twitches against my stomach as the blows come down on me.
He runs his hand up and down my thigh, then up to my ass, over both cheeks before another...
THWACK!
I gulp very hard. "Three," I squeak this time. My ass is really smarting.
THWACK! THWACK! This time they came in a quick succession.
"Four." I pause.
What comes after four? My brain has gone blank, all it is processing is the stinging and the need and the pulsing between my legs. I'm still very much on the edge of an orgasm. The urgency for release is downright painful.
"Four?" Jasper asks. "Then..." he's trying to lead me to the next number.
"I don't know what comes after four," I admit, quietly. I honestly have no idea at this point. My mind is spinning out of control, my ass is burning and my sex is having muscle spasms.
He can't help himself, he lets out a laugh.
"Okay, stand up." He releases me from his grasp and surveys the room again.
I stand, momentarily wobbly on my legs. I feel like I'm at sea, in a rough storm.
"Hmmmm...where should I fuck you?" he wonders out loud.
For a moment, I wonder if he means anal or vaginally, but then I realize he's looking for a location in the bedroom. My eyes dart around as well.
"There." He points to the desk.
I start to walk towards it when he grabs me and pulls me back to him, pressing our bare chests together before he kissing me passionately.
"I've never been more in love with you than I am right now," he proclaims.
My body which was rigid with need and the pain instantly relaxes. He wraps his arms around my back and kisses me again. I'm not sure how long we stand there kissing, but it feels like a lifetime. Even though he's just spanked the hell out of my ass, we're sharing the most romantic kiss you can imagine. Soft and needy, genuine and complete.
"On the desk," he tells me, pulling away from the kiss; the sweet, romantic Jasper gone and the authoritative, rough Jasper back.
I love them both.
I sit on the desk - it's refreshing to my burning skin, because it's topped with a thick pane of glass. I wiggle back a bit and cross my legs. It feels weird to be sitting naked on a hotel room desk.
He's standing in front of me, and he smiles at me as he undoes the top button on his button-fly jeans. He watches me lick my lips before reaching out for my hand.
"Do you want to?" he jokes.
He knows that I do.
"Please?" I whimper.
He nods and I slowly unbutton his buttons, each one popping open revealing more of what they are hiding within the denim. I now realize he's not wearing any briefs, and I catch my breath in my throat with excitement.
I let out another whimper at the release of the last button. "Can I please?" I beg.
He nods with permission to go further.
I slide my hands, one on each hip, into the side of the jeans to start pushing them down. His cock pops out at full attention, rock hard and dripping. I whimper again as I raise my eyes to his. He leans in to kiss me - a quick, harsh kiss.
"Go ahead," he tells me.
I move my hands around to his ass and push the jeans down again. His ass is hard and flexes under my touch. I'm pretty sure I'm just moaning out loud and I'm wiggling on the desk, so fucking eager to be fucked. I can feel my sex pulsing and getting wetter against the glass top.
"Please..." I'm begging now, "I need you." I drop my gaze to the floor. I'm already fully spent.
"Please, what? Alice, you have to tell me what you want."
He's finished taking off his jeans, and when I look back up to answer him, I see he's got his cock in his hand and he's stroking himself. It's a beautiful sight. With his right hand, he strokes hard, and his left hand is on my thigh as if he's trying to steady himself. He's as eager as I am, I realize.
"Tell me what you want," he grunts as he strokes.
"I want you to fuck me."
"Rough?" He smirks.
"Please..." He's right, there would be time for begging, and this was it.
He doesn't reply; he just steps closer and I think he's going to slam into me, but instead he starts rubbing the tip of his cock right at my entrance. I'm sure he can feel me pulsing already. I'm two seconds from the edge. We're both watching him rub it up and down, up and down, and then he stills for a second before pushing the tip in slightly, slowly. He's only teasing me, though, and he pulls out and rubs it up and down, up and down again. I'm lost in sensation and desperation.
I'm still trying to remember what comes after "four".
"I thought you'd never fucking ask." He finally grunts as he then slams into me, and the impact of it makes me throw my arm back, causing a lamp to go crashing to the floor. The sound of porcelain and glass shattering doesn't stop him. His trusting is rough and without mercy. My body is on fire - my ass slightly cooled by the glass I'm sitting on but stinging still; he's thrusting into me deeper than he ever has. But the feeling is so scrumptious, I can't determine if it's pain from pleasure or pleasure from pain. I'm also in no state of mind to try to figure out the difference.
His arm flings down, and he slips his elbow under my knee, raising my leg. He's thrusting into me deeper and deeper.
"Jesus, Alice." He moans.
I throw my head back and continue to get lost in the thrusting, my legs starting to tremble again.
"Jasper, I'm coming..." I say, gasping for air.
He stills his movement, frozen mid-thrust, still inside me. My legs continue to trembling when my brain realizes what is happening. What? Why did he stop.
"Slow down, baby." His lips move to my neck and he's kissing me, sniffing me, marking me.
Slow down? What?
I'm gasping and sweating, limp in his arms. "I thought you were going to get me off?" I ask, confused.
"Oh, I am," he says, almost as a warning. "Patience."
We remain in place, him inside of me without moving, for what seems like an eternity. We kiss and I try to press into him, needing friction, release, anything, but he stops me.
"Stop," he warns. "I will get you off, but quit doing that."
He looks down and shakes his head as my hips stop their desperate movements. We're both staring at his cock in my sex, everything wet and pink and swollen.
"Pink's my new favorite color, have I told you that?" he murmurs.
I don't know whether to slap him or laugh. He's making small talk while trying to get me to calm down from my almost-orgasm. This is the weirdest, most breathtaking, sexual experience we've shared.
"Jasper..." Fuck it, I'm going to beg. "Please fuck me."
"Jesus..." Unrecognizable vowel sounds come from his throat. "I love it when you ask me like that."
"Please...I'm in pain, baby," I plead.
"Stand up," he says, pulling out of me. His erection is not gone; I'm impressed. He's rapidly stroking himself again, coated in my wetness. It's hot. I have to stop myself from dropping to my knees and finishing him off.
He leads me over to the bed and tells me to sit on the edge. He stands in front of me, still stroking his erection which I'm anxious to touch. With a gleam in his eyes, he leans down and presses his forehead to mine.
"I know you like to watch."
He hasn't stopped stroking himself.
"Don't you?"
"Yes," I admit, breathless.
"Just watch...don't touch."
He stands in front of me, his cock right in front of me, so close he can probably feel my breath on it, while he jerks himself off. I've always loved watching him pleasure himself; it's so raw and intimate. I'm not used to just watching him, I usually pleasure myself at the same time. I clench my thighs together.
"I can't touch myself can I?" I ask, and I realize I sound like a child who's asking for a piece of candy before dinner.
His free hand smooths the hair on the side of my head.
"No...ungh..." I know that look, he's close. His entire chest, neck and face grow very flush very quickly.
"Let's play a game," he says.
Aren't we already? I think.
He slows down his strokes, delaying his orgasm. He has so much fucking self-control, I can't believe it.
"Okay." I agree to his game, not knowing what it is.
"Hands or mouth?" he asks.
I look at him confused. What does that mean, hands or mouth? Is he asking me if he can tie me up or gag me? Is this my choice? I can't touch him, but still, I want my hands - in case he lets me touch myself. But, ugh, the thought of gagging. I don't think I can deal with that. I need my mouth. I need his mouth on my mouth.
It's like Sophie's Choice in here, how am I suppose to choose?
"Pick one or I will." His expression is serious.
I lick my lips and try to read his face. He's not giving away anything.
We're laying face to face when I finally give him my choice.
"Hands?" I say.
I'm thinking, well, at least if he ties me up I can still kiss him.
"Hands." He's confirming my answer, but I have a feeling he wouldn't let me change my mind if I ask.
He tells me to roll onto my back and he moves to my side, laying flush against me. His index finger trails along my hairline, my temple, and down my face to my neck, and he lets out a small laugh.
"Appropriate, considering how much you love to be finger-fucked." He smirks.
His words hang there, my mouth gapes open because I so did not expect him to say that. I may be blushing again.
His hands glide over my skin, searing under his touch. I am enjoying every second of every sensation, but I'm still wanting release. I now truly understand how guys feels when they're blue-balled. It's a torturous ache.
His hand stops at my belly-button as his mouth goes to my ear, his breath shallow.
"I'm going to make you come now," he declares. He leans in and kisses me, distracting me as his hand goes down and cups my pussy. I'm wet and on fire, pressing my mouth harder onto his as his fingers finally enter me. Two of his long, lean fingers plunge into me harshly, and he bites my lip at the same time. I'm tingling head-to-foot as he scissors his fingers, stretching me. Oh my God, what the hell is that? He's never done that before. I'm stretching and pulsing under his touch, then he hooks his fingers up and presses up into my vagina as far as they can go. Just when I think he can't enter me deeper, he does.
"Ohhh...Argh..." I'm screaming, and I'm again not sure if it's pleasure or pain. He's definitely being rough, his mouth still harshly on mine kissing me with such force I'm sure they'll be a indent of my body on the mattress.
Without warning, he enters a third finger, and he starts moving them in and out, in and out. I'm writhing under his hand, my hips moving around uncontrollably seeking friction at every angle. I want to touch myself, but I know better. I start to wonder if he's going to fist me. Oh God.
"Jasper..." I gasp, "please..."
He seems to read my mind and his thumb is now on my clit, pressing it lightly before ghosting it with small circles. He stops, pulls out his hand and brings his hand to my mouth. He shoves his thumb in my mouth and I suck on it.
"Good girl," he moans as I moisten his thumb.
Just as quickly as he pulled out, his fingers are back slamming into me with great force and he fingers me harder than ever before. I'm overcome by burst of endorphins, a flood gate of pleasure opens and washes over me. My legs start to shake, as I arch my back. There's no coming back now. He kisses me hard again as a tidal-wave of muscle spasms set off one of the most intense orgasms I've ever felt.
"Fuck...you're beautiful when you come," he grunts, his fingers unrelenting in their attack on my sex.
In and out, in and out, in and out.
My entire body shudders as I scream his name over and over, the orgasm still washing over me never ending. My heartbeat is thumping in my ears, and I'm panting uncontrollably, unable to process everything that is happening. His thumb is back at my clit, teasing it, daring it to come harder over and over.
I see a flash of white and then black; I'm certain I'm going to pass out as I moan and writhe and shatter completely on his hand.
My body finally goes completely limp, and I can't believe I haven't passed out. I've just competed in a sexual iron man, and I'm finally at the finish line.
He keeps his fingers inside of me for a long time as my body continues to pulse with orgasmic aftershocks. He's kissing me softly now, the harshness gone. The romantic Jasper is back.
"That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen," he whispers in my ear, kissing my hair.
I'm unable to respond properly, my mouth can't form words. This sexual sedation has made me mute. He pulls me close, and when we come together, my breasts to his chest, I realize how sweaty I am. We stick together. He holds me close, I can feel his erection - he's still hard - against my stomach. I so want to return the favor and get him off, but I literally can't move. I'm wiped flat out.
When my breathing finally settles and I start to come to my senses, I kiss him on the cheek, softly.
"Baby, that was..." I don't even know how to put it in words.
"Shhh," he puts a finger over my lips. "Rest for awhile, and then I'm going to fuck you... thoroughly."
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Thank you:
womanscornd, who led me to write the first o/s as a gift because she services me with Jackson porn ON DEMAND. I mean, really. She's awesome. Even more big thanks to chartwilightmom who started this great project called Squeeze My Lemon. This chapter will be cross-posted as a o/s over there - each writer takes a picture prompt and writes a lemon for it. It's a great project that makes you focus on your lemon writing. LOVE IT. Finally, J. It's all for you, baby. xo
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