Disclaimer: I ain't SM. Duh...
I came into the apartment, crying. I'm not sure how I got home. I knew I had driven, but not sure how. The tears were flooding my vision. I'm sure I looked pathetic. I felt it. Every ounce of me was a weeping, pathetic mess.
I slammed the door behind me, kicking it hard with my foot. I pressed my back against it and slid down slowly. I buried my face in my hands after violently throwing my purse to the ground. I heard a door slam somewhere in the back ground, but I really couldn't focus on anything. Nothing was important at the moment.
"Hey, darlin', you're home early-" My tall blond roommate started, but stopped quickly after taking in my ragged appearance.
I looked up at him and groaned. This was surely going to make a weird situation more complicated. Just what I needed. I had been roommates with Jasper for years, and he was one of my best friends. That's how he met Alice, who is my other best friend. When they broke up last year I thought that it would make everything really awkward, but they had enough dignity and respect for each other to not make a big deal of it. And, after a while, after faking friendship for months, they really became friends. But, now? Jasper was how I met him. They were best friends. I wouldn't able to handle being around him. It was just too heartbreaking.
"What happened?" Jasper asked as he knelt beside me, placing a hand on my knee.
"We... we... b-b-broke up-p-p..." I sputtered through my tears.
"Stupid bastard..." he mumbled under his breath, shaking his head. "Alright, I think I know what you need, darlin."
"A new life?" I retorted sourly.
"No, silly. Margaritas." He said with a small smile, pulling me up to my feet. "They make everything better."
"So, what did the idiot do?" Jasper asked finally after the second pitcher. I wasn't crying anymore, and at some points I was actually laughing. Jasper did know how to make margaritas, I'd give him that. Though, since he was a bartender, it only seemed natural that he could. I couldn't taste the liquor at all, but I knew it had two different kinds of tequila in it. I would suffer in the morning but I didn't care. It was worth it now to feel numb.
"It was both of us, really." I shrugged my shoulders, taking a large sip of my drink.
He rolled his eyes at my avoidance of the question. "What happened?" He asked as he took my tumbler away from me. He refilled it completely, then put some more in his own. Jasper's cheeks were slightly red, almost appearing windblown, a sure sign that he had drank quite a bit.
"Well, we were in his room. And, I mean, we've been together for two years. I'd like to move forward a little bit. I understand he wants to wait until marriage, but come on. A girl can only take so much teasing. I'm not a virgin and I don't have the self restraint like he does. Would it be so awful to stick a hand down my pants every once in a while?" I growled.
"So, who got mad first?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. I knew us both too well.
"Guess who?" I mumbled. "All I wanted to do was talk about it! He gets all defensive. What's the big deal?"
"He's always been a prude."
"Then, he starts off with the 'I'm not good for you' crap and I just got so mad. I'm not exactly sure who ended it. Not that it matters." I looked down at my once again at my empty glass. "Give me the tequila."
"Gold or silver?" He asked, going into bartender mode. "We've got 1800, Patron, Jose-"
"I want tequila, in a shot glass, with a lime and some salt." I said, interrupting him quickly.
"I just want to feel like a woman. Do you know how long it's been since I've felt like a woman?" I slurred, sitting on the counter top in the kitchen. Jasper was standing across from me. Another pitcher and a couple shots had for sure loosen me up some.
"And, you're a gorgeous woman at that. Is he stupid?" Jasper shook his head, his golden hair flying around his head. "I guess I understand the waiting thing, but really. How does he think he's going to keep a woman like you happy with nothing but a make out session now and then?"
"Well, I was happy-sort of. I mean... Ugh, I don't know what I mean." I frowned, blowing a heavy breath through my lips. "I never understood why he was with me anyway."
Jasper pushed himself off the counter top, his eyebrows knit together in confusion. "Why?"
"I mean, look at him and then look at me? You don't notice a huge difference?" I asked him, looking up into his handsome face.
He leaned closer into me, his hands going on either side of my legs on the counter top. His face was a few inches from mine. "Bella, what I notice is an amazing woman getting the run around from a man who doesn't know what he's missing. You deserve better than that."
"Jasper, you're just saying that because-"
"Because I think you deserve to be treated like a woman. Treated like a gift. You deserve to feel good." His sweet breath blew across my face. It smelt like cool citrus. I'm sure mine smelled like old tequila. I held my breath, biting my lip as my eyes met his.
I always thought Jasper was handsome. I'd be a blind idiot not to think so. Almost 6'5, thin with muscles, thick blond hair and deep blue eyes. With full lips and a beautiful smile, he had women falling all over him all the time. I wasn't one of them though. When we met five years ago, I never expected him to be anymore more than a roommate, and not that for very long. Somehow we became friends, and I couldn't imagine my life without him.
"You're a good guy, you know that?" I said, tugging on the collar of his polo shirt.
He came in a bit closer as I tugged. My eyes started to close a little, automatically. "And, you're beautiful darlin, you know that?"
I shook my head, but his hand went into my hair, closing the distance between our mouths. I moaned in surprise, but didn't pull away. His other large hand went to my back, covering most of it with his spread fingers. He brought me closer to him, his fingertips massage the back of my scalp as his tongue dragged over my bottom lip.
As his tongue slid into my mouth I felt my world begin to spin. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to me. He was gentle, and sweet, something I hadn't really expected from him. You don't expect such a large man to be so... soft. I guess the term gentle giant had to come from somewhere.
After a moment his lips went to my jaw, kissing it lightly. The delicate touches were lighting a fire within me. It was amazing. But, I had to ask. "What are you doing?"
"Treating you like you deserve. Do you want me to stop?" He didn't stop his assault on my neck as he spoke, his lips moving against my skin.
"No, don't stop." I groaned out, leaning my head back. My legs wrapped tighter around his waist, pushing my denim skirt further up my thighs. My fingers crawled at his shirt, holding on for dear life.
"When is the last time you were touched like this?" He asked huskily in my ear, sending chills down my spine.
"I don't think I ever have..." I breathed, rubbing my heated center against his very evident arousal. He growled against my ear before bringing it between his teeth. He tugged on it gently, causing me to cry out.
I had seen his bare stomach a thousand times. Almost every morning as a matter of fact. But, I had never touched it. I always wondered if it was as hard as I imagined. I pulled his polo shirt out of his too tight wranglers, tugging it upwards. My fingers went greedily went to his stomach, touching every spot I could. It was beyond washboard.
He tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it to the kitchen floor before going back to my neck. My fingers dragged over the trail of blond hair below his belly button. They just kept going without my permission, going over the the hardness straining in his too tight jeans.
"I want you." I said, bringing my fingers into his hair, pulling him up to look into my eyes. They were glazed over with something I couldn't even begin to describe. Just the sight of his face like that- eyes glazed over, lips parted while slightly panting, flushed with his hair falling in curly strands against his smooth forehead- made me wet.
He grabbed my shirt and pulled it swiftly over my head, adding it to the one of the floor. With his eyes still trained on mine, he lowered his mouth to my chest. He tugged at the white lace of my bra with his teeth, letting it go causing it to snap back against my breast. My nipples were painfully hard, and that nearly caused me to scream. "Are you sure?"
"Fuck me, Jasper. Please?" I pleaded with him, my fingers wrapping around two of his belt loops. I tugged on them, causing him to rub roughly against my thighs. We both groaned, my head tilting backwards.
"I'm going to do more than fuck you, darlin. I'm going to make you scream my name. I'm going to love your entire body, throughly. I'm going to make sure that there isn't a single inch of your skin that hasn't been worshiped by my lips, hands and tongue."
I moaned loudly at his sensual words, coming out in that sexy southern accent that only Jasper could pull off. It made me so flustered that I had no idea what I was going to do with myself. I was so turned on, it was almost painful. "Jasper, please..." I whimpered.
He lowered his mouth to my chest, like before, covering my lace covered nipple with his hot mouth. Jasper nipped and sucked, tugging at the bud with his teeth. One of his hands went between my legs, underneath my skirt. One of his long fingers grazed over my dripping wet hot center. "No panties?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, a beautiful smirk playing across his lips.
I flushed red. I had forgotten about that part of the evening. "Uh... during our argument... I kind of got mad, took them off and threw them at his head."
Jasper laughed. "Why?"
"I asked him if he was afraid of them and when he said he wasn't I told him to prove it. I kind of forgot them when I left" I explained, stuttering.
"You're a little wild, aren't you sweetheart?" He asked, pecking my lips once, twice, then the kisses became deeper. His large hands covered my breasts, massaging them through the material of my bra. My fingers went to his hair, holding him close to my needy mouth.
When he pulled away, I whimpered, already missing his hot mouth. With my fingers still in his hair, he kissed his way down the center of my chest. When he reached his stomach, he stuck his tongue out and licked painfully slow downwards. He dropped to his knees on the floor. Jaspers hands went to my backside, pulling me roughly to the edge of the counter. "What are you doing?
He didn't answer me, but instead dipped his head in between my thighs, pushing my skirt higher as he went. His mouth dove right into my heat, licking and stroking with his very talented tongue. Jasper's tongue pressed inside of me, gathering my juices on in. My fingers yanked on his hair, my hips bucking upwards.
"Mm, darlin, has anyone ever told you that you taste like honey?" He purred against me, the vibration causing me to jerk.
"I need more... more of you..." I begged, spreading my legs wider for him.
Not pulling his mouth away from my swollen lips, he brought his two fingers inside of me. With his other hand he yanked my bra downward, causing the cups to move away from my breasts. With his pointer finger and thumb he pinched and pulled, with just the right amount of pressure. He gently put my clit in between his lips, tugging on it.
I screamed loudly, throwing my head back. I felt like I exploded into tiny little pieces, my world coming apart. I literally hadn't had an orgasm, caused by another human being, in three years. It was almost too much. Or, maybe it was just Jasper. I'd never felt like that before.
He let me ride out the waves of pleasure, his fingers still twirling and twisting inside of me to make sure it lasted as long as possible. I was panting, and shaking, by the time he lifted back up again. His face was glistening, and I couldn't stop myself from leaning in to lick his chin. I nipped at it playfully, causing him his eyes to roll back into his head.
"That was amazing..." I told him with a big smile, my face completely flushed.
"I'm not done with you yet," Jasper said with a big smile, leaning into kiss me. His lips were covered with... me.. and it was the most erotic thing ever. My legs wrapped tightly again around his slender hips. This time Jasper picked me up though, quite easily I might add. We continued to kiss as he carried me towards his bedroom.
His room was always neat, surprisingly- for a guy anyway. That's one of the reasons that I got along with him so well. I couldn't handle being around a slob. His king size bed was neatly made, the rest of the room put in it's place. He sat me back carefully, hovering over me the entire time.
I pushed him back carefully, sitting up a little bit. I quickly undid his pants, pushing them down his slim hips. He kicked them off his bare feet, leaving him in nothing but black boxer briefs.
I reached behind my back and unsnapped my bra. It wasn't like it was doing much good where it was now. The straps here pushed down my shoulders, the cups below my breasts. I pulled it off completely and tossed it to the corner of the room.
"I've always thought you were beautiful..." He whispered as he leaned forward. I slowly laid back, my hair fanning around my face.
"Jasper, you're too sweet." I said with a smile, running my fingers of his cheeks. He turned his face quickly, kissing my fingertips.
"Is it horrible that I've imagined you like this? In my bed?" He asked, blushing a little bit.
"What did you imagine doing to me in this bed?" I asked with a sexy little smile that was so unlike me.
"I imagined taking off your clothes..." He said, trailing off as he got off the bed. Carefully, he pulled my skirt off my legs, tossing it to the floor. He brought one of my legs up in the air, kissing the top of my foot lightly. "I imagined kissing you all over." Rolling my foot to the side, he kissed my ankle.
"Is that all?" I egged him on, bringing my foot up his chest, sliding it up playfully. He grabbed it, bringing it to his lips.
"Oh, there is much more. But, I'd rather show you." His eyes bore into my eyes, causing me to shiver. The wetness between my thighs doubled.
"Jasper, stop teasing me. Take me." I whimpered.
I watched, fascinated, as he pulled his briefs down his thighs. It was larger than I imagined. I had to keep myself from asking how he got it in those pants of his. He stroked himself for a moment, licking his lips. I could see the want flash in his eyes. Leaning over, he quickly grabbed a condom from the nightstand.
Jasper grabbed my ankles and flung them over his shoulder, an action that surprised me. As he brought my hips to the edge of the bed I could feel the head of his arousal brush against me. I moaned in anticipation. In one quick motion, he pressed inside of me. "Oh, god! Bella, you're tight." He growled between clenched teeth.
His movements were smooth and steady, forceful and demanding, but not painful. I brought my hands to my breasts, massaging them roughly. He let out a heavy breath, his mouth dropping open as he watched me. I put a show on of it for him. "Do you like what you see?" I asked breathlessly.
He pounded me harder, one his hands slipping between my thighs. "I know a better sight..." he purred. Jasper pressed his thumb against my clit, not moving it though. He used the movement of our hips to cause the friction that I needed. "You're so sexy when you come."
That was all I needed to fall over the edge. It felt like my entire body was pulsating. I screamed loudly, panting is name. Slowly he pulled out of me, leaning over to kiss my stomach. "What are you doing?" I asked softly, running my fingers through his hair.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not done with you yet." I repeated his words back to him. His smile grew as he looked up at me. "Besides, you've made me come twice, it's not fair that you don't."
"I'm not worried about me. Tonight is about you." He kissed my stomach again.
"Well, if tonight is about me, then I want you to come. Now, get on your back." I commanded him in a firm voice. It was so unlike me.
He obeyed instantly, laying on the bed beside me. I straddled his waist, instantly sliding down on his hard length. Watching him hiss in pleasure egged me on. I wanted him to make that noise again. I began to rock back and forth on him, sitting completely up. My fingers were in my hair, almost like I was using it to keep myself upright. He was bringing me so much pleasure, I didn't know what to do with myself.
"God, sweetheart, that's nice. Keep going..." He moaned, his hands going to my hips. The pace increased, causing my eyes to roll back into my head.
"Jasper! God, come in me. Tell me what I can do to make you come in me." I begged. I wouldn't last much longer, the burning in my body building.
He reached up and wrapped his fingers around the back of my neck, pulling me down forcefully. Our mouths crashed together as one of his hands grabbed my ass. Jasper's large hand massaging the skin roughly. I had never been handled like this before and I loved it.
"Come with me," he whispered in my ear. His voice was completely different now. It was breathless and full of desire. He didn't have to tell me twice to do anything in that voice. My body reacted automatically, throbbing wildly.
Jasper's mouth opened, but no noise came out. His eyes were shut tightly, his body shaking underneath. I could feek him twitch and throb inside of me. I fell against his chest, burying my face in his neck. I was exhausted now, and my body was sore.
Carefully arranging me on the bed, Jasper stood, throwing away the condom and turning off the lights. He crawled back into bed with me. I snuggled closer to him, laying my head on his hard chest as his arms wrapped tightly around me. With a final peck on the top of my head, I was asleep.
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