BPOV
It's been a couple of weeks since Jasper and Peter gifted me Lady and since then, I have taken her out both by myself and with my boys. Right now, I am somewhat far from the house, far enough away that I know Jasper won't be able to sense my emotions. I brought a book with me to keep my mind occupied but it doesn't seem to help so I close it with a sigh. After what happened between the three of us, I can't seem to help but replay it in my mind.
It's currently the reason why I am out by the pond on the other side of the property, I don't want either of the two vampires to figure out what's been going through my mind. My body wants- no it craves their touch. My body needs their touch. On the other hand, my mind doesn't let me not think about what I had gone through with Jacob. He's dead and yet he still haunts me and everything I do. Everything that I want and… desire to do. He's dead. I killed him. He shouldn't have this control over me anymore. Sighing, I lay back in the grass and double check that Lady is still securely tied to the tree.
Closing my eyes, I let myself think about everything. I think about how I know that neither Peter nor Jasper would ever hurt me. I think about the fact that us three are mates and they seem to know me better than I know myself most times. Knowing that I know they wouldn't force me into something I didn't want to do, so why in the hell am I having so much trouble? I know it is completely and utterly ridiculous to be so conflicted but it seems as if I can't help the reaction.
No. I don't want to run away from it, I know I need to face it. No time like the present… right? My stomach forms itself knots, twisting and turning in uncomfortable ways and positions I didn't know possible.
"There you are!" Jasper exclaims making my eyes shoot open, seeing him with a smile right before flushing himself against my side. "What are you doing all the way out here?"
Rolling onto my side and propping my head onto my now bent arm with my temple on my palm. "Just thinking," I reply, tucking a strand of his blonde hair behind his ear as he mimics my position.
My hand gets brought up to his cool lips, soft kisses trailing across my knuckles. "Anything in particular?" He questions, trailing his soft kisses up my arm.
"Nothing worth mentioning," I tell him as I lean into his body more before giving him a kiss. It's not a complete lie. It really isn't worth bringing the topic up, besides, I want to try to work through it on my own.
Jasper chuckles lightly, "I can take a hint. Peter did send me to bring you back home though," he informs me. "Something about wanting to spend some quality time kicking our asses in Monopoly before I leave."
I frown slightly at the mention of his leaving. It'll only be for a couple of days; he needs to travel further to hunt this time. It should last him a bit longer according to him since he will be able to get better prey.
"Well, we can't send you off a sore loser now can we," I smile.
It doesn't take long for us to make our way back to the barn to place Lady back in her stall, giving her some more apple slices before we go along with Cowboy and Major. Something just sits well with those two names for their horses. Jasper double checks their food and water before swiftly picking me up, walking us slowly towards the house. My legs wrap around his waist automatically and my hands thread themselves in his silky hair before pulling him in for a kiss. I can feel the low rumble of a growl emit from his chest as he opens the front door and kicks it closed behind us.
"Reel it in, Jay!" Peter growls from somewhere behind me just as I pull away to take a much needed breath.
My heart is thumping slightly erratic and my face heats up slightly now that I realize Jasper was projecting onto Peter. Jasper chuckles before placing another chaste kiss on me so I unwrap my legs from around his torso. Leading us into the living room and down onto the floor, Jasper has me sit on his lap as Peter gets everything set up.
"Lucky you're going to be away for a couple days," Peter grumbles.
"Zip it and take your ass beating," Jasper smirks.
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"Come on, darlin'," I hear Jasper whisper softly in my ear as I feel my body get lifted from the floor.
The last thing I remember after a few rounds of kicking Peter's butt in Monopoly is leaning against Jasper. Obviously I fell asleep trying to keep awake a little while longer. My body makes contact with the soft sheets of our bed, my mind not being able to stay awake any longer so I mumble incoherently but try to keep attached to his shirt but quickly lose the fight to hang on.
I'm not sure what startles me awake, but Peter smooths back my hair out of my face and lightly traces a pattern along my cheek. Blinking a few times, I rub the sleep out of my eyes and snuggle in closer. Looking up I see Peter is staring down at me before leaning down and placing his lips softly against mine. Butterflies appear as I kiss him back while tangling my hands in his hair to pull him closer to me. Obliging my obvious request, Peter scoots down into a laying position where his left hand tangles itself into my own hair.
It's not long before my human need of oxygen makes itself known making me thoroughly annoyed as Peter pulls away. Sucking in a deep breath Peter peppers kisses all over my face until I catch my breath. He doesn't waste his time as he reattaches his mouth to mine, lifting me up and onto his chest. Straddling him, Peter deepens our kiss as his tongue traces my lower lip which in turn I grant access to. His hands roam across my back freely before settling on my hips. Rubbing gentle circles on my hip bones as we lay making out… heavily, might I add, soon I feel his hands trail themselves up under my tank top.
Peters touch travels right down to my core causing me to shiver and goosebumps to rise all over my skin. Needing to take a breather I break our kiss but his lips down leave my flushed skin. Instead, he makes contact with my jaw and trails his mouth down flicking his tongue out right behind my ear. Sucking my bottom lip between my teeth, Peter repeats his action and my body moves on its own accord in rocking against him trying to seek friction. A split second later I am lying flat on the bed, my right leg hitched up over Peters hip as his hand rests on my thigh.
Peters voice his slightly rough when he asks, "Is this okay?"
"Yes," I breathe out as I tug him down by his shirt to kiss him again.
A small groan emits from Peter as our tongues automatically fight one another, seeking the others submission which I gladly provide. More heat pools in the center of my body Peter grabs ahold of my wrists and locking them behind his neck just as the center of his own body grinds down against me. This time it is me who makes a soft noise of a moan, trying to press myself firmer against him. My heart is beating erratically in my chest while Peters hands begin to push my tank top up. Pulling away his pitch black eyes bore into mine as he silently asks permission.
It doesn't take much more convincing as his hips rock into me once again coaxing another soft moan from myself and a groan from him. Nodding, Peter quickly rids me of the retched tank top and exposing my breasts to him where he just gazes down at them. I feel my embarrassment beginning to come to the surface but before it can affect me too much, Peter has covered my left nipple with his mouth. Sighing, I allow my eyes to slip closed all the while Peter gently creates a sensual feeling buzz through my body between rocking against me and sending shocks down through the top half of my body.
Releasing his hold on my breast, he shifts his attention to the right one, reaching his hand to pinch and roll it between his fingers. I press my chest against his touch, seeking more which he happily gives, sucking my right nipple into his mouth and pinching my left. The insides of my stomach twist up, I need more. I want more. This is where my fear kicks in; if I do take it further, will his touch become too rough, will his touch become too hot, will my mind morph Peter into him? The last thing I want is to freak out in the middle of everything, I don't want to hurt him by doing that.
Sensing my internal debate, Peter removes all forms of physical connection between the two of us. "What do you want, sugar?" He asks, his voice thick.
My brain doesn't allow me the hesitation with replying, "You," my own voice not sounding like itself.
My whole body feels as if it's on fire, in a delicious kind of way as a low growl emits from Peters chest. "What do you need?" Peter questions as he leans his head down gently pressing his forehead against his own.
What do I need? Well, how do I know what I need? This is foreign to me. I want him, I know that, but what do I need from him is what has my gears turning. And then it clicks. It isn't something that I necessarily need from him, it is something that I need from myself.
"To try," I say quietly.
Peters body covers mine once again, his lips covering my own while my eyes slip closed and a pit of nerves arrive in my stomach. "You're going to have to tell me if you need me to slow down or stop," Peter says firmly. "I'm not Jay. I won't know unless you tell me, understand?"
Shakily I say, "Yes."
The heavy make out session takes off, starting from the beginning and slowly working our way back up to where we were. By that time, my whole body is a big ball of nerves. Peter currently is following the valley between my beasts- stopping to pay attention the girls before traveling further down. His venom coated tongue dips out into my belly button before nipping at my hip bones causing a soft moan to escape.
"God, you smell so good," Peter says seemingly to himself.
I would think my body couldn't flush anymore than it has already, but it surprises me in heating up even more. The hammering in my ears extending from my chest only intensifies as Peter looks up at me, his thumbs hooking themselves inside my shorts. The two of us are now waiting for my response. Nervously I nod my head in consent. He wastes no time in stripping me of not only my shorts, but my panties as well. Sitting up on his legs, Peter takes in my nakedness.
"Don't you dare even think about it, sugar," Peter gently growls as he quickly takes hold of my hands.
How he knew I wanted to cover myself, I'm not sure. Taking a breath, I sit myself up, taking hold of the bottom of Peters shirt and lifting it up and over his head where he throws it across the room. I let my eyes roam over his chest and torso. He's muscular but not overly so. You can tell he was fit when he was human, the outline of his abs. Looking up at Peter from under my eyelashes biting my lip. Peter threads his hands in my hair, gently pulling me up to meet his mouth where kisses me deeply. My hands find their way to Peters waistband of his basketball shorts but pausing suddenly unsure.
"What are you thinking, sugar?" Peter asks. "You gotta talk to me. What can I do to help you?"
I shake my head slightly trying to clear away my thoughts long enough to try to figure out what it is that I need. I don't know. Frustration evident on my face, maybe this wasn't a good idea. No, I need this. My body is screaming at me for stopping to overthink this. It's sex. Not only is it sex but its love making.
When my silence continues Peter questions, "Do you need to stop?"
Finding my voice once more, "No," I reply.
"Lay back for me then, sugar," he instructs as he removes my hands from his waistband.
Doing as he told, I lay back onto the bed and watch as he slips off the bed himself and rids himself of the remainder of his clothes. Swallowing hard, I can't stop staring at his very prominent rock hard (no pun intended), erection that springs free. Peter chuckles softly before crawling up towards me once more.
"Don't think about it," Peter whispers, "just let me do my job and make you feel good," he finishes as he flicks his tongue right over the spot behind my ear.
Okay. I can do this. Before I can think more on the subject, his hand makes contact with my hip making me shiver. Trailing his hand further down slowly until he reaches the intended destination. Letting out a breath, Peter slips two fingers through my very obviously drenched slit.
Humming, "So wet," he whispers. "Look at me, Bella."
My eyes shoot to his face just as he dips a finger inside me, curling it upwards forcing a moan from my throat. Slowly he works my body for a minute before adding a second finger and repeating his movements. Bringing my hands up and tangling them in Peters locks, I pull him down to help contain my noises. On my little bundle of nerves, he circles his thumb with just the right pressure making my body jerk up to seek more. More of anything he will give to me. The hot tingling feeling slowly builds all the while my breathing becomes erratic as Peter pushes me further to the edge, his tongue shoving into my mouth.
"Ungh!" Forces its way out of me as I feel myself beginning to tighten around his two very magical fingers.
"That's it, sugar," Peter whispers, lust coating his voice. "Cum on my fingers. God, you smell so damn good. Just let go," he coaxes me, as he trails wet feather like kisses over my collarbone.
My breathing comes out in heavy panting, I can't even think clearly now as the feeling explodes from my core and traveling all over my body.
"So beautiful," I hear Peter grunt as his finger slip out of me making me miss the contact almost instantly.
Before I can come down from the high, Peter has made it down between my legs and has dived into my core. A strangled cry escapes my lips, my hands shooting down and yanking his hair which in turn rewards me with a grunt. Oh my… how is my body building another hot flash already so quickly?
"Peter!" I groan out, my legs spasming.
His mouth works me over even better than his fingers have; quickly sending me over another cliff headfirst. It's delicious. I want more. I need more. I need him. Sitting up, Peter brings his fingers up to his mouth, sucking them clean and moaning as he does so. Peter nibbles his way back up my body, my legs spreading further for him to settle between them.
"What do you want, Bella?" Peter rests his forehead against mine gently.
"You," I whisper, swallowing down the lump in my throat.
"What do you need from me?"
Without hesitating or missing a beat I reply, "All of you."
I can feel his cold member rub against my slick center, lubricating before stalling at me entrance where I wiggle away a bit not thinking about it. Peter quickly sits up and just when I am about to protest, he picks me up and situates ourselves.
"This might be easier for you," he explains. "You're in control."
Nodding my understanding Peter helps to guide me into position. I slowly take him in, not stopping completely, taking him in inch by inch. Peter mumbles incoherently, as my body fully submerges itself around him. My body stretches around him, a new sensation trying to take hold as strong hands take ahold of my hips. Experimentally, I rock against Peter which grants me a hiss and more unintelligent mumblings so I keep going slowly until I get the hang of it. Peters eyes are impossibly darker than when we first started, his hands help my movements tilting his hips and hitting a sweet spot deep inside. The pace we initially set becomes too slow for my liking, I need more.
Suddenly, I am on my back under Peter where he takes over, thrusting at just the right angle. Moaning I wrap my legs around his waist, his right hand comes up to fist my hair before tugging with just the right amount of pressure to bring my mouth up to him. Shoving his tongue in my mouth, I can taste myself on him making me groan.
"God you're so fucking tight," Peter grunts, trailing his mouth along my cheek bone. "So fucking warm. You like my cock, don't you, sugar?"
Shifting his hips slightly and angling my right leg forces him in deeper than before. My breathing is coming in short harsh pants, who knew sex could feel so good? Peters hands are everywhere while his mouth gently nips at my breasts, sending signals to the center of my body where it then begins to quiver, tightening every muscle in its vicinity.
"That's it," Peter pants out, "cum for me, Isabella." His voice is husky, "Cum on my cock. Cum with me." As he reaches down to pinch the little bundle of nerves, I topple over the edge moaning out his name. While I begin to come down from the high but feeling on the edge once again, Peter begins his growling out my name and an endless stream of profanities. Before he can even finish his first release I'm going headfirst into my second one.
Squeezing my eyes shut, stars float into my vision all the while Peter begins to slow down his movements until we both come back down. Making a small noise of distaste as he slips out of me, he quickly has us situated on the pillows with the blanket around us.
"I don't know what you dreamt about, but holy hell you should dream it every night from now on," Peter chuckles, kissing the top of my head as I make myself comfortable on his chest.
I can't help but to blush as I shake my head and let out a soft laugh before letting out a yawn.
"Sleep now, sugar."
A/N: In all the stories I have read that contain a Jasper/Bella/Peter pairing, Jasper seems to always gets first dibs. I decided to let Peter come first this time. Hope ya'll enjoyed as much as I have.
See you soon!
-bellacullen166