AN: hey guys! I was gonna post last night but I fell asleep. As the story moves forward Bella is growing more confident with herself. It happens when you feel desirable.
Rated M: this one's graphic y'all (cause the other ones were so tame)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the dirty words... and there are a lot of dirty words
Chapter 6
Part 1
Steamy surprises
The successful day of Bella-sitting, pun intended, is filling my body with anticipation. I'm addicted to this stupid sexy human. I can't fucking think. She's outside. She's in Esme's perfectly pristine garden and she's clumsily stretching her body into yoga shapes and I'm gonna explode. It will be the first ever record of spontaneous combustion in a vampire. I will be famous for it. But I can't. Not before I take what's rightfully mine. I've been plotting too long to lose now.
My little sprite of a wife ate that yoga shit up. "It'll be a bonding experience for you both!" I said, full of concern and encouragement.
"It could prevent accidents like her birthday from happening again if she were better coordinated." I offered a sweet, "She could learn some grace from you, sprite, you have plenty to give."
My wife smiled at the compliment and proceeded to spend an exorbitant amount of money on 'athleisure' and 'yoga equipment.' She's giggling as Bella struggles to get her muscles to hold the poses. Alice doesn't remember how it feels to be out of breath. She doesn't remember how it feels to push yourself so hard your muscles burn. She doesn't remember what being alive feels like. For all intents and purposes she was born a vampire.
Bella, on the other hand, supple alluring imperfectly perfect Bella, is struggling. She's sweaty and she's feeling over stretched and she's tired and I'm sure all she wants to do is curl up on her favorite seat and read. I wonder what or who her favorite seat is now…
A hand is placed on my shoulder.
"Isn't it lovely that they get along so famously? It even allows you and I to have a chance to bond as well." Edward smiles.
Yeah, and what kind of bonding do you want to do with me, Edward? I couldn't help but tease him a little.
Edward fidgets under my direct thoughts regarding his statement. He continues, "I would love to feel closer to you. We're brothers after all."
Is that what you want to be to me Edward, my brother? Cause I can feel what you feel. I know what you feel when you look at me. What are you picturing right now that's creating those emotions? Lust. He's bursting with it. It's directed everywhere, but I know he's insecure about this and I use it to get him to go the fuck away.
"I… just thought that… what the girls were doing is great and I wanted to…" he's stammering and sinking. Serves him right for interrupting me.
I'm fucking mad as hell. I was busy creep stalking your human and you go and interrupt me like an asshole, wanting to 'bond.' My erection deflates and I sigh letting him off easier than I had planned.
"Yeah, Alice really loves her. She feels for her like a sister. Your Bella is truly something special." Not his. My Bella!
He devours that line and puffs his chest out like he fucking fathered her or some shit.
"Yeah, she is." Edward proudly sighed.
That's what he feels for her. The primary emotion he has for his girl is: Paternal affection. Sure, the boy lusts, but now I have to wonder exactly where the lust has been directed all along. Maybe I am doing him a favor with my scheming. I'm so charitable.
I let a silence linger and when he doesn't take that opportunity to mosey away I ask him an uncomfortable question, so I don't have to split my focus anymore.
"So… have you gotten over your Victorian era sex hangups and pleasured the girl yet?" I ask, but we all know he hasn't. He's unsatisfied and she's insatiable. And I'm both of those things, so I get it. He just wants an innocent girl to hold hands with. He won't change her. He won't fuck her. He just wastes her damn time with his bullshit. Oh, but he'll sit here and wax poetic about male bonding time.
Maybe you're worried she doesn't have the right bits to pleasure you back…? You got a brokeback fantasy bouncing around that brain of yours? Will perfect Polly-Anna do no longer?
Edward shifts uncomfortably in my gaze as he tries to read me and fails. I up his anxiety and lust and my brother bolts out of the house like a spooked horse. Mission accomplished. Back to the task at hand.
I grin and refocus out of the window and into the garden. Bella has sweat dripping down her neck, her breathing is labored and she's stiff, but her exercise high is seeping into me and I feel like a jellyfish weightlessly floating through the sea. She and Alice are gathering up the yoga supplies and heading for the kitchen. It's fucking over? Edward ruined it with his stupid fucking inquisition. I could have been fucking the counter or my hand or some shit by now but nooo… fucking Edward..
I pull a glass from the cupboard and fill it with water for the resident heartbeat to replenish her fluids. Her scent is stronger now as she steps into the room.
"This was such a good idea, Alice. Thank you so much for suggesting it. I usually hate exercise, but this just felt like stretching. Only with extra sweat."
"It was actually Jasper's idea. He thought if you had better control of your body there would be less accidents around the house. No one wants to repeat your eighteenth birthday." Alice gave me credit and Bella glanced in my direction with a smirk. She fucking knows. She knows I just wanted her sweaty and stretching in spandex. It's true. I wanted to watch her. I wanted to know just how far she can bend before she breaks. It's preparation and research and I'm nothing if not prepared.
Bella offers up a smile and skips over to kiss me on the cheek very close to the corner of my mouth, "Thanks for always looking out for me, Jasper."
I offer her a tipped head as if to bow to this beautiful goddess before me. She just brazenly kissed me in front of my wife and made it seem innocent. She's a fucking genius. Her hand lands on my shoulder and she slides it down my chest almost like she's too lazy or sore to lift it after her workout. Alice is laughing again at the 'exhausted human' and I am trying not to give away the fact that I'm aching for the blazing trail her fingertips left across my chest.
"Anytime, miss Bella. You mean a lot to this family now and I wanted to give you the tools needed to keep yourself safe so Edward doesn't have to hover around you like a mother hen all the time." Alice and Bella laugh and nod at each other. They agree that Edward is fucking batshit with his flair for drama and his compulsive protective behavior. Bella gives me the side eye while Alice is going on about who fucking cares. She's watching me now. She wets her lips and starts biting at the tip of her finger, smiling and pretending like she's paying attention. Her lips wrap around it for a second, like she's spilled candy on it or some shit, knowing I'm leering right at her. Between feigned nods, she bites her tongue, then her lip, giggling here and there. This is torture. I'm about to take her right here in this kitchen, right in front of my wife. I cannot lose the high ground. She has to beg for me. I will not… I may not… I likely will grovel for her because fucking god, I wanna be that finger right now.
I excuse myself from the room, "I'm headed to my study, ladies. Do let me know if I can be of service." The hand in my pocket is pinning my cock down while I make my hasty retreat. I wish fervently, hoping Bella can join me but it's unlikely she'll make it out of my wife's clutches today.
Edward's human is in my shower when I return from my quick hunt. The house is empty.Esme, Alice, Rose, and Edward are shopping for cars. Carlisle is at work. Emmet is somewhere likely suspicious. I'm here, drooling at precious innocent angel Bella and she's here, in my shower, using my soap. Not Alice's soap, my soap. The room is dense with steam and her scent and although she can't see me, she can sense me. She can feel my eyes on her I can see the soapy water cascading down her body. White foam is slithering down her breasts and I've never felt this fucking crazed in my entire existence. I'm hard as steel and covered in blood and dirt and sap and I want to rub my mess all over her as I watch her crumble in my arms.
She smiles and peers over her wet shoulder, "Jasper, I thought that was you..."
Her voice is bouncing around the room and although she's embarrassed, she's also dripping wet and wanting and desire is drowning us in the thickness of it.
"Are you enjoying the show?" She jokes and I feel my lip twitch into a hint of a smile. Just a couple of proper orgasms and the confidence this girl exudes is making my dick leak like it's drooling.
"I believe I am, Miss Swan." I drawl. When she hears my accent her body shivers in the warm water and her nipples perk up. Droplets of water are beading from her edges and dripping down her curves. My tongue has a mind of its own as it darts out of my mouth to sample the air like I'm tasting her from afar. I slip out of my clothes and quietly enter the shower behind her, wrapping my arms around her enticing form.
"Jasper!" She gasps and begins to inspect me up close now, "You're filthy." This is the first time I've been bare before her. Her eyes light up and she tilts her head to grin at me, clearly pleased with my… appearance. My boldness. As her hands squeeze around the loofah, I stare at those tense white knuckles as foamy suds slap against the tiled floor and rinse away.
Her eyes lock with mine, smiling, dissolving the trepidation she usually has during our encounters.
"Do you need help reaching your back?" One of her eyebrows shoots up as a challenge.
"Oh darlin', I was afraid I'd have to handle it all by my lonesome. Thank heavens you were here." I smirk at her. There's no doubt that she knows exactly what she's doing to me now. She knows the risks of toying with me. The excitement of potentially getting caught in an intimate position with me- her boyfriend's brother, her best friend's husband- is a thrill for her. Me too.
She and I are too far gone to feel guilt over any of it. We dove into those deep waters together. There's no more holding back. We're taking this to the finish line or we're gonna die trying.
I know exactly what she wants. To feel good. To feel primal. To grunt and sweat and pant and drool and cum all over my cold hard cock.
She licks her lips and hungrily eyes my cock. Her fingers twitch and I see her hands coil and uncoil trying to delay the inevitable.
"Bella, sweet girl, do you want to taste me?"
I watch the ends of her wet hair cling to the underside of her breasts. My fingers trail a path between them as I press my cock into the side of her hip.
She hums pleasurably and drops to her knees, opening her mouth, keeping those big doe eyes locked on mine. I was gonna start with giving her a kiss, but I like her idea better. If I could cry at the beauty of the scene I would. I'm fighting with the hardness of my own cock as it throbs and pulses so hard and violently that it slaps against my abs. Her tongue is so close and here she is, ready and willing and drooling for me. Those big brown eyes are open wide, peeking through her long, wet eyelashes. Her mouth is right there, hanging open invitingly and all I want is to watch her gag and choke and tear up as I fuck her beautiful angelic face.
"I don't want to, Jasper… I need to taste you." she yearningly, but calmly purrs out while holding her gaze with me as she sticks her tongue out, leaning forward to place a nice, long lick along the underside of my cock, slowly, all the way from base to tip. The cute pink point of her tongue dips into the slit at my tip and I groan in approval for her stellar performance.
"Oh darlin' I would never deny you anything. All you ever have to do is ask." I mean it. Anything she wants, I will give her. My heart is soaring, I'm almost choked up with emotions all of a sudden as her hot, wet tongue wraps around my tip and she pushes her head forward, sliding half of my length down into her mouth. Her cheeks hollow as she pulls back, her lithe, greedy pink tongue lapping and wrapping around my length. Her dainty hands crawl up my thighs, and her fingernails scrape at my skin. I can see the dirt and sap and blood from my hunt swirling down the drain below us and I'm stuck staring, fixated on how she doesn't bother waiting for me to be clean before she shoves my cock in her mouth. I may not be able to get sweaty and stinky but damn, she's got my cock and forest bits in her mouth and she's moaning and humming and fingering herself… dear lord, I'm in ecstasy.
She pulls her head back and whimpers on my cock, eyebrows pushed together, focusing hard on her, no, our lust with those eyes tightly shut, as I carefully run my fingers through her wet silky hair. Oh baby girl, that just won't do. I wrap her hair around my wrist and coo, "Bella, sweetheart, do you want me to fuck that beautiful face of yours? Is that what you want?"
Her responding moan and shudder are all the answers I need. A gush of her arousal sweetens the air and I hum my approval.
"Tap my leg if it's too much, mmkay pretty girl?"
She nods eager and drooling around my shaft. It's dripping onto her breasts and I know my lips are parted and my tongue is hanging out like a fucking cartoon, but I'll be damned if I'm gonna slack on this opportunity. I set a faster pace than she was going, lightly pushing my hips forward as I carefully shove my cock further and further into her throat. I can feel her slick mucous coating my tip as the head of my cock pushes past her tonsils and the soft tissue of her soft palette adds a pleasant suction of slight but eager resistance the deeper I go. She's gagging and sputtering for breath, and I want to cum so much down her throat that it slips into her sinuses so I can watch it drip out of her nose a little while she gasps for breath, smiling up at me. She still hasn't tapped. Good girl.
I gradually pick up my pace. Her cheeks still hollow every time I pull back, sucking me down while her hands grip onto my ass, trying to push me deeper and deeper. Her eyes are watering and locked on mine and she's desperately trying to please me. She wants to thank me for all of my help. She wants to be good at this. She fucking is. And she still hasn't tapped.
Her hot little throat feels incredible.
"Oh fuck, darlin', you're gonna make me cum down that beautiful little throat of yours. Do you want that doll? Do you want me to coat your insides with my cum? Do you want to milk me until I'm dry?"
She groans and sucks harder, her tongue wrapping around my shaft as I shove into her further. She's taking it so deep, I'm shocked. If I wasn't so fucking close I might be worried. It's like her hot little body is made for me. Made for my cock, just as I suspected. She runs the palm of her hand up my abs and scrapes her fingernails down them like she's literally trying to climb me and I come undone. I'm spurting and throbbing while I've got her lips wrapped around the very base of my cock as I empty into the back of her throat. She keeps herself there for much longer than I thought a human virgin could possibly handle, eagerly swallowing every last drop as I pump every last drop into her.
When I pull my softened cock from her mouth, she coughs a couple of times and gasps for air, giggling some as she smiles at me while trying to regain her breath, and I can my cum seeping out of the corner of her lips. I kneel down and lick it from her chin and slip my tongue in her mouth. The taste of her and me together is something of the gods. I stroke my thumb across her rosy cheek, pushing a lock of wet hair away from her beautiful fuckable face and praise her. "That. …That was fucking incredible. You are fucking incredible, sweetheart. I positively loved fucking that sweet little mouth of yours. Did you enjoy it?"
She nods and slips her fingers between her legs, gathering her juices. She slips them between my lips and I suck them off of her.
"You taste so fucking good, baby girl. I can't wait to be your seat again. Maybe next time instead of my face, it could be my lap."
Her eyes sparkle and she's nodding and biting her lip again. I wonder why she hasn't said anything.
"Talk to me Bella."
Her voice comes out strangled and hoarse and I realize it must be bruised and sore after I jammed my dick so deep into her throat. "I want you, Jasper." She licks her lips and her breath smells like me and I know exactly how to give her what she wants.
I stand her up and press her back against the shower wall, lowering myself as I lift one of her thighs over my shoulder. My mouth doesn't waste time as I drag my tongue across her precious clit. My fingers creep up her pale wet inner thighs and I slip one into her drenched opening and holy fuck is she tight.
I hear her gasp and moan as she grinds into my face. Her hands find purchase in my hair and I grin at her enthusiasm. I add a second finger and curl them back towards myself to hit that sweet spot just behind her ridges, the one that never fails to get her to cry out my name. Holy fuck, she's shamelessly panting and moaning and writhing and grinding and I'm pumping my fingers into her and sucking her button into my mouth. I know it won't be very long before my precious girl is squirting down my throat. Again. Give it to me, angel. Give me that sweet nectar and let me devour this beautiful pussy forever.
I add a third finger and roll the tip my tongue around her pulsing bud and she's quivering and squirting, and I'm being flooded with her. Flooded with Bella. I wish I was capable of drowning in her. What an exquisite way to go. Her thighs are shaking and squeezing my head and she's losing her balance as I let her ride that wave on my fingers. I've got her. She won't fall.
She is satisfied. I am satisfied. This isn't the end, but people will be here soon, and we need to get cleaned up for real before I get caught toying with my brother's girlfriend.
Part 2
BPOV
Reciprocity
It's stupid hot out right now and Alice has me twisted and turning and panting in Esme's beautiful garden. I maybe feel a little guilty about what I've been up to with her husband. It's the only reason I agreed to this.
She's laughing at me like I'm some kind of hilarious sideshow at a circus. This maybe easy for you, Alice, but it's a literal workout for humans. Yoga. Why did she buy a water bottle? She doesn't drink water, but it 'matches the ensemble.'
Alice is decked out from head to toe in her 'athleisure.' It's ridiculous. Edward and Alice cornered me like a couple of psychos and forced me into it as well. Apparently you can't do yoga in normal sweats. I'm not gonna lie, I look damn good in these stretchy pants and racer back sports bra, but it doesn't exactly moisture-wick as advertised. I'm very fucking moist right now.
"Bella, like this… you need to find your inner yogi and be one with nature. Listen your body." Alice looks like an unrealistic pretzel-pire. The condescending tone of her yoga instructions is making me want to strangle her. Just a little. Alice continued:
"Exercise is good for you, Bella. It keeps you healthy and strong. It helps with balance, coordination, and grace."
"You sound like an encyclopedia." I huff, bringing my arms up above my head just like she demonstrates. When my arms swing back down towards my feet I add, "Just be patient with me. I'm fat-skinny not fit-skinny. It's gonna take a little longer for my stamina to build. I thank the universe everyday for those genetics. I may not be the hottest girl, but I don't have to worry about weight gain like a lot of girls my age do."
"Speaking of genetics…" Alice giggles. Oh here we go. She can't fucking help herself. "What does Charlie do to work out?"
I groan. Really, Alice? "I don't know probably old guy shit."
"Bella!" She chided. "Watch your language. You know how Edward feels about that."
I can't help the frustrating groan that escapes me. This is a conversation I don't want to have. If my dad is keeping her distracted while I have my way with that delicious cowboy she has, so be it. I can play nice, "Sorry, Alice. Can we just work out in relative silence. It's difficult to talk and focus on my breathing."
This seems to satisfy her. Probably hasn't had to think about her own breathing for a very, very long time. Except when she has to fake it to blend in. We move through the motions and I can feel beads of sweat trickling down my neck. I can feel his eyes on me. The fire in my belly is suddenly burning lower. The heat is penetrating me and my sore muscles are now tingling and humming with electricity.
I fold myself forward and and peek between my legs toward the kitchen window. Jasper isn't the only one there, he's just the only one watching me. My perfect-ken-doll-genitals-matching-red-headed-stepchild-vampire-fiancé is smiling like he just discovered a cure for cancer. What the fuck is making him so proud right now… oh. Edward's uncomfortable sexual topic face is peeking through. I wonder what Jasper is saying to him.
Alice's tinkling laugh is bringing me back to the task at hand, "You have to breathe, Bella. I was afraid you were gonna turn purple for a second there. Where'd you go? I moved through two whole positions before I realized I lost you." She says it like she hasn't just been over-eagerly 'flowing' through countless positions, leaving me behind the whole time. It's not like she has feels physical exertion from any of this. It's clear the only reason she knows how to do yoga in the first place is because it's 'fashionable.'
I laugh lightly, "It might be time for me to call it on the exercise for the day. I gotta hydrate and shower, let's go in."
She pouts a little because we didn't get all the way through to the 'shove-a-tuna' or something, that part at the end where you pretend to be a corpse. Funny. I start rolling up my mat and placing the stupid straps on it while Alice's voice is yammering and giggling and driving me up the fucking walls. "Bella…" she sang, "So? How did you like it? Was I an adequate instructor?"
Sure, I guess. My gut tells me to smile, so that's exactly what I do.
"This was such a good idea, Alice. Thank you so much for suggesting it. I usually hate exercise, but this just felt like stretching. Only with extra sweat."
Alice smirked conspiratorially, "It was actually Jasper's idea. He thought if you had better control of your body there would be less accidents around the house. No one wants to repeat your eighteenth birthday." Oh he did, did he? He's the reason I'm outside stretching and sweating and panting… ooooh. I figured it out. And the skintight clothes. That makes sense. He's a genius.
I offer up a smile and skip over to kiss him on the cheek very close to the corner of his mouth, "Thanks for always looking out for me, Jasper." I place my hand on his shoulder and trail it down his chest lazily. Fuck I want him. I want him so bad. I want to grip that blonde hair and slide my tongue down his throat. I want him to moan embarrassingly loud at my touch. I want him to fucking beg me like I beg him.
He tips his head to a bow, "Anytime, miss Bella. You mean a lot to this family now and I wanted to give you the tools needed to keep yourself safe so Edward doesn't have to hover around you like a mother hen all the time."
I burst out laughing along side Alice at the idea of Edward clucking around and suddenly I remember why I liked her in the first place. I spare Jasper a sideways glance while Alice is regaling us with shopping trip stories and possible future fun. I'm watching him now. I have the sudden urge to tease the shit out of him. He conspired with his wife to torture me into exercising. I'll show him torture.
I moisten my lips drag my fingertip up to my lip, biting it, pretending to be actually engaged in this stupid girly conversation Alice seems to be having at me, and start sucking at it. My entire focus is on making this action appear to be absent-minded. He watches my lips wrap around my finger and the intensity of his leering eyes has my panties drenched. If we were home alone I'm sure I'd be bent over the island and properly impaled by now. We're doing this on my terms now, Jasper. You're not doing me a favor. You want me? Come find me.
Jasper shoves his hands into his pockets and bends at the waist as if to bow.
"I'm headed to my study, ladies. Do let me know if I can be of service." Cute. I'm not taking that bait, cowboy. Next time you want a piece of me, I'm getting a piece of you.
I've spent the whole night watching instructional videos on how to give the perfect blowjob. I've given blowjobs to the handle of my hairbrush, my toothbrush, the capped end of that super fat marker that ran out of ink but is still somehow in my drawer… don't worry, I washed it first.
I feel I have to shout 'thanks' to whoever designed my body for the lack of a proper gag reflex. I looked it up online and there's a lot of speculation about tonsil removal, but I'm not sure that's scientifically backed. Regardless my plan is clear as day. I know Jasper is only hunting locally today. I know the ladies and Edward are shopping for a new vehicle and are staying the night in Seattle. I know Carlisle works late tonight. This is so happening.
I hop into my rusty-buckety-trucky and drive over to the Cullen house. These vampires never lock their doors. Like anyone would actually stand a chance stealing or vandalizing this place. They could totally track them by scent alone. I crack the door open and call out, "Hello?" Nothing. "Anyone home?" Silence.
I creep my way up the stairs to Jasper's shower. Technically it belongs to his pixie stick too, but I don't wanna think about her right now. I'm still mad about the yoga. Her attitude was sooo condescending. Like, who does she think she is? I know she thinks she's better than me. Well, fuck her. I wonder if he's still sleeping with her while he's been fooling around with me. He wouldn't. Actually, maybe he would. She is his wife. It wouldn't not make sense. Not sure. Ugh. Fucking, men!
Calm down, Bella, now is not the time to lose it. You want him to grovel and beg? Follow the plan. Give that man an experience he'll never forget. Make that man crawl for you. You got this, tiger. Meow. Do tigers meow? What am I even thinking about right now? Shut it, Bella. Stop being embarrassing. Oh god, was this a mistake? No. We got this. Who's we? I got this. I may or may not be losing my mind. Hard to say. Hard. I wonder how hard Jasper will get once he sees me in here? …Wet and naked in his shower… I know that cowboy's obsessed with me. And I want to see it. I need to see his cock get hard for me. So this is your plan, Bella? 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours?' Not bad, actually. That seems to be how it works in the movies and the 'research' I've been doing. Yeah. Sexy, Bella. Be sexy. Once he finds you in here, he'll be all yours.
I peel my clothes off and haphazardly toss them on the bathroom counter. I caught a visual of myself and noticed that this time I didn't look half bad. My hair looks thick and wavy and shiny. My body, although pasty pale, has a feint glow to it that I've never noticed before. Maybe yoga wasn't such a bad idea. My body looks kind of sexy. Nowhere near Rosalie, but I could probably take out Lauren Mallory. She can suck it. Actually, I'm gonna suck it. Oh how I'd love to rub it in her resting bitch face that I now have two of the ultra hot Cullens panting for me. It being Jasper would be absolutely hysterical. I remember Angela telling me about what Lauren did when the Cullens transferred. That nasally blonde was way too big for her britches when she thought she could steal him away from Alice. His response was heard round the school, "I'd rather jam my dick in beehive, Loretta."
And hall she could do was squeak out, "It's Lauren."
Cool as a cucumber he doesn't even look at her and says:
"I don't care."
I step into the shower and turn on the water, waiting for it to heat up, letting the steam fill up the room. My fingers glide across the products on the shelf along the wall. Most are way too fruity for Jasper except for a delicious smelling body wash. That smell. I know it's his. I squirt a bead into my palm and lather it into a loofah. The steam wafts the scent thickly into the air around me and I work the suds into my skin.
Suddenly I feel the hair follicles on the back of my neck stiffen and I know he's there… watching me.
I glance in the direction of the door. I can't see through all the thick steam, but I can sense him there.
"Jasper, I thought that was you..." I'm feeling bold. I prepared for this. I know he wants me. Fucking suck it up, Bella. Play your part no matter how silly it feels, "Are you enjoying the show?" I laugh lightly and drag the soapy loofah up from my hip, across my breasts and to my shoulder. Come to me, cowboy.
"I believe I am, Miss Swan." He hits me with that southern charm and I can feel the rush of wetness that for sure isn't water between my thighs. A shudder ripples through me and my nipples harden, even under the warm spray of the shower. Suddenly I feel his cool hard arms wrap around my middle, shocking me out of my aloof temptress act momentarily.
"Jasper!" I sputter, "You're filthy." Oh god I can feel his cock, his unclothed cock. If I just tip the angle of my head down, I'll be able to see it. It's always felt huge when he's pressed it against me, but I have no reference for feel to sight ratio. Braving a peek, I glance down and grin. Oh baby, big bad Jaspers got a wild hog in his Levi's. Fuck I can't wait to slip that inside me. My hands clench around the scrubby and I'm trying to maintain some semblance of cool, but obviously I can't control my body around his fucking perfect one.
I recenter and focus myself. You have goals, Bella, quit fucking around and get back on track. My voice takes on a husky tone as I offer, "Do you need help reaching your back?"
"Oh darlin', I was afraid I'd have to handle it all by my lonesome. Thank heavens you were here." That accent hits me again, only this time I was a little more prepared. I only swooned inwardly. I want him. More than I care about anything else, I want him. A wildfire started in my belly and suddenly I find myself needing to taste him. I want to watch him shatter at my touch. I want to watch him swell at my taste. I wanna taste his cum, feel it shoot down my throat and swallow it to keep him with me always.
I'm staring at this perfect specimen of manhood before me and I involuntary lick my lips as I imagine running my tongue along the silky skin of that beautiful cock. My hands start twitching and Jasper puts me out of my misery.
"Bella, sweet girl, do you want to taste me?" He's pulling me close to him and grinding that delicious looking cock against my hip and any other plans I had are out the window in favor of tasting him. It was part of the plan before, but now it's the only plan. I can't do or think of anything until I have that delicious looking cock in my mouth.
I sway a bit at the invite and I drop to my knees with a satisfied hum. I open my mouth in shock as I take in the sight of his cock up close. It's so much bigger up close. I tentatively pull the tip down and it springs back up, slapping against his abs. Fuck, that's hot. My mouth is filling with saliva and my tongue is hanging out, inching closer to where I wanna be but I want to savor this. My own drool is mixing with the shower water and dripping onto my breasts as I continue to inch forward closer to him.
"I don't want to, Jasper… I need to taste you." I whisper the secret that's probably not a secret, but I don't want anything to change right now. I don't want to say the wrong thing. I just want him. My eyes lock with his as I drag my tongue across his length from his base to his head, slipping into the hole at the very tip and I hear a beautiful sound escape him.
"Oh darlin', I would never deny you anything. All you ever have to do is ask." I know, Jasper, I trust you. He looks like he's about to cry tears of joy as I finally wrap my lips around him and start pushing down. I greedily want as much as he can ram down my throat. This is my fucking cock now. I practiced for this. I'm slurping and suckling and massaging it with my tongue as I try to push my lips to his hilt.
I snake my hands up his thighs, my fingertips inspecting the firm, lean ropes of muscle underneath his skin as my fingernails scrape against the peppered scars on his hip. He tastes like a man should taste. It's raw and warming in my mouth as I work it. I almost sing to the beauty of this cock as I hum and moan around him.
He slips his fingers into my wet hair and I whimper at his attentions. When he catches my eyes he wraps his hand in my hair and softly asks, "Bella, sweetheart, do you want me to fuck that beautiful face of yours? Is that what you want?"
Yes. Fuck yes. Do that! I shudder and moan as I prepare myself mentally for what's gonna happen next. I'm dropping control for right now to give thanks to the cowboy sex god before me.
He winks and slides in and out of my mouth shallowly while he says, "Tap my leg if it's too much, mmkay pretty girl?"
I nod eagerly. His face is so perfect right now. His attention is solely on me and the pleasure my mouth is bringing him. He starts thrusting in earnest and I can feel it dipping into my throat. The intrusion makes me panic a bit but I remember the instructional videos said to remain calm so I do and focus on timing my breaths to his outtake. I gag slightly but not bad enough for anything to come up. I'm not gonna tap. I want him to finish.
His pace increases once more, and I pull and suck trying to swallow more down. My hands are trying to dig into the flesh of his taut ass trying to push him deeper. My eyes are watering and I can't even see his angelic face anymore through them. I want him to use my mouth and tell me I own him. I want him. I will not fucking tap.
Jasper shudders and I can feel the shaking and throbbing deep in my throat as he breathlessly groans, "Oh fuck darlin', you're gonna make me cum down that beautiful little throat of yours. Do you want that doll? Do you want me to coat the inside of your mouth with my cum? Do you want to milk me until I'm dry?"
My answering moan seems to please him as I wrap my tongue around him and lap at the underside of his shaft. You're not going anywhere, cowboy. My hands slip around to his abs and I scrape my fingernails down his again. His face tenses as his mouth forms an 'o' shape and a rush of cool, sweet numbing liquid glides down the back of my throat. Ropes and ropes of it spurt and shoot down into my stomach as I've successfully made it to the base of his cock with my lips and I want to kiss the skin it's coming out of.
When he softens and pulls his cock from my mouth he kneels in front of me and licks the corner of my lips. His tongue penetrates my mouth and I can feel him tasting our combined flavors. Relishing in it. It's confusing at first, but, actually so fucking hot.
He strokes his thumb across my cheek, brushing away the hair clinging to my probably completely red, flushed face and sweetly smiles, "That. That was fucking incredible. You are fucking incredible, sweetheart. I loved fucking your mouth. Did you enjoy it?"
I nod and grind against my fingers, gathering my own arousal. I lift my hand up and offer fingertips up to him to taste it. He groans, "You taste so fucking good, baby girl. I can't wait to be your seat again. Maybe next time instead of my face, it could be my lap."
My eyes shoot open and I bite my lip and nod vigorously.
A look of concern washes over his features, "Talk to me Bella."
"I want you, Jasper." I did not expect to sound like that. A little raspy. I hope it's not permanent. My eyes find his as he hungrily stares at me. He stands me up against the shower wall and lifts one of my thighs over his strong broad shoulder. He wastes no time diving into my heat with his tongue as his fingers dance up my inner thigh, making their way to my core. I moan loudly as one long digit probes inside against my sensitive flesh. I can't stop myself from grinding into his beautiful face as I grip both hands into his wavy blonde locks on top of his head.
I feel him smile against me as he adds another finger into the mix. Twisting and exploring and mixing up my insides. I cry out when he swipes at my g-spot and sucks hungrily on my clit. Oh my fucking god it's so good.
Jasper pushed a third finger into me and I'm feeling gloriously stretched around him while he mercilessly pumps those strong, skilled fingers into me. He's toying with that bundle of nerves on his tongue and between his lips and his eyes lock with mine as I'm pushed over the edge, leaving me a quivering, shaky, writhing mess in his arms.
My legs have turned to jelly but I trust he won't let me fall. Jasper would never let me fall