by Rachel Leigh
Damn, it’s not working. Her head rests on my back and her hands move down, lining the rim of my jeans with her fingers.
“B, stop it.” I turn around, fully aware that the outline of my cock can be seen through my jeans. She reaches her arm down, wrapping her hand around me while moving her mouth to my neck.
“I know you want this as much as I do.” She breathes into my skin. Her warm breath, arousing me even more. My heart hammers in my chest as she steps back and lifts her sweater over her head, exposing a bra that hugs tightly onto her perfect breasts.
“Fuck, B. More than anything.” I shake my head, grabbing a fist full of my dark hair and contemplating a plan of action. I could walk out of here. Leave her standing here humiliated. Or I can do us both a favor and stay and deal with the repercussions later.
Before I can react either way, she’s unzipping my jeans with a grin that even the devil himself couldn’t pull off. “What the hell are you doing to me?” I groan, tipping my head back, allowing her to take control.
She slides my jeans down, so I kick them to the middle of the room.
Fuck it.
I pull her up, aggressively, take her into my arms and toss her onto the bed. Like a lion attacking his prey, I pounce. I unclasp her bra, devouring her breasts with my mouth. My rock hard cock presses into her as she bucks her hips and thrusts herself into me with her pants still on. She takes hold of my shirt and rips it over my head, before digging her teeth into my neck. “Fuck me, Jasper,” she begs. “I need you.”
For a girl who claims not to need anyone or anything, she sure is proving herself to be one of high demands. “I can’t. Not yet,” I whisper into her ear.
“What the fuck!” she hisses, slapping my chest.
“It will happen, baby. But, not yet. Not until he’s out of your mind. However…” I run my fingers along her side, watching as the goosebumps spread like a domino effect, trailing behind my touch, “I’m not opposed to foreplay.”
When she doesn’t speak, I move my lips to hers, slowly. No teeth grinding, just a gentle and soft kiss that I can feel in my core, with each breath my veins flood with fire. I take her face into my hand while I prop myself up on one elbow and open my eyes to see that hers are open, too. We continue to kiss as our eyes burn into each other.
“Why do you do this to me?” I heave a sigh, grinding myself against her through the fabric of our clothes.
I’ve kissed a lot of girls in my life, some that I don’t even have a name for, but this kiss is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before in my life. It’s real. It’s raw. It's so undeniably satisfying. In this moment, it isn’t about sex. It isn’t about Levi. It’s about us. But in this moment, everything changed. Everything I thought I felt is replaced by something more.
“Jasper.” She moans into my mouth. “Please.” Her eyes close, and I can feel her heart against me, beating as fast as mine. Here we are, two people with nothing to lose and everything to gain, but she’s so fucking hung up on the outside world to even realize what she has right in front of her. I would treat this girl like a damn queen. I would protect her heart. I would fight for her.
Right now, though, right now, she wants me and she needs me. I can feel it in her trembling body beneath me. She needs me to show her how good I can make her feel. I need to show her before she takes herself away from me and gives all of her to Levi.
I slide my body down as she lifts her head to watch me, not breaking eye contact. Circling my tongue around her belly button, while I roll her nipple between my fingers underneath her bra. I flip her mini skirt up and pull her panties off.
I move her legs up, with her knees pointing at the ceiling. Tracing my finger along her inner thigh, my lips follow, sucking in her sweet vanilla skin. I watch her face as her eyes close, and her mouth forms an O shape.
A rumble escapes me as my want for her rises, moving through my veins and feeling like I could burst at any moment.
I slide one finger into her as her body tenses, then relaxes. Another finger, she winces in delight, grabbing a fist full of my hair.
“Ugh, yes. More of that.” Her words drawn out with her breaths.
In and out, my tongue making circles on the outside. I flick my tongue against her clit and feel her body shudder.
Damn, if Heaven has a taste, this would be it.
I curl my fingers up inside of her, rubbing against her g-spot. I use my free hand to spread her lips and suck, my teeth gently grazing her clit and hitting just the nerves to make her arch into me as her hips buck and sway to the motion with each movement I make.
In sync and totally out of control, she moans, “Oh God, Jasper, I’m going to...” My hand moves faster, my fingers deeper as I suck harder. She cries out as she soaks my fingers still inside her. She drops her bottom back onto the bed and relaxes.
I lick my lips and wipe the back of my hand across my mouth. She remains motionless for a moment, before scooting herself up.
“Satisfied?” I ask.
She nods with her eyes closed and a smile growing on her face.
I straighten myself up on my knees, my cock a fucking semi. She leans forward and pulls me down on top of her. Crashing her mouth into mine as she tastes herself on my tongue. She stretches her hand down and rubs the outside of my jeans.
“Take these off,” she demands, as she tugs at the hem.
I wasn’t expecting her to return favor, but I’m not shooting it down either.
I do as I’m told and drop my clothes to the floor. She pulls me down to her as she remains lying with her back on the bed. Taking my dick in her hand, I straddle her chest. Growing with each stroke. I watch as her hand moves back and forth, sliding up and down. I cup her perky breasts in my hands and squeeze in a massaging motion.
My mouth is agape as she takes me into her mouth. Scooting herself up further, she looks up at me as she circles her tongue around my shaft. Dragging it along the length of my cock, then taking me back in her mouth. My hand rests gently on the back of her head, guiding myself in and out of her mouth.
I slowly move by body, thrusting myself into her face. Her tongue drags along the length of my cock with her hand still stroking.
My pent-up breaths release with a dragging groan. “I’m gonna come.” She takes my cock out of her mouth, but continues to stroke, until my cum shoots all over her bare chest. I twitch through my release, jolts of electricity still coursing through me.
Once my quivers have stopped, she releases her grip on me and looks up at me.
I cup her face in my hands and pull it into mine, pressing my lips to hers. She smiles through the kiss; I can feel her lips twist up. Mine follow suit until she lets out a breath of giggles.
“We need to get dressed before your dad gets home.”
“That we do. I don’t think he’d be too pleased to find us like this.” I reach down and grab an old shirt off the floor, wiping her off as she admires my bodily fluids displayed all over her.
After she cleans herself up and gets dressed, she looks to me. As if she suddenly had an epiphany, she jumps up, her skirt falling back into place. “I want to draw you.”
“You want to draw me?”
“Uh-huh.”
“But not here. I want to draw you from my bedroom window.”
“You’re crazy.” I laugh, chucking her panties at her. She catches them mid-air.
“I am. But, so are you.” she tosses them back at me. “I’ll let you keep those.”
“You’re saying that you will give me your worn panties if I sit in my bedroom window while you draw a picture of me... from your window?”
“Yep.” She locks her hands together in front of her and tilts her head, looking far too innocent for someone wearing only a bra and skirt.
“First, let’s get some air.” I toss her shirt to her.
She pulls it on and I take her hand in mine.
Blakely
We walk down the stairs, and I’m unsure where Jasper is even taking me. I know
that I agreed to work on our assignment, but we had a change in plans.
“Where are we going? I don’t even have shoes on.” My voice changes to a whisper, “Or panties.”
“You’ll see.” He pulls open the French doors that lead to the patio in the backyard. The sunset paints the sky a fire orange with streaks of red beaming through it. Its beauty deserves to be sketched, or at the very least, captured. I pull out my phone and snap a few pictures. Losing track of where I’m walking, I crash right into the patio table. “Woah, watch yourself.” Jasper chuckles.
“I’ve always loved the view in this backyard. My house might be right there, but the tall trees block any chance at seeing this.” I wave my hands toward the sky.
“Yeah, I suppose that’s one good thing about this place.” Jasper sighs, dropping himself into a patio chair. He kicks his sock covered feet up on the glass table.
“What now? There aren’t any stars out. What does any of this have to do with our assignment?”
“Not a damn thing. I just like being outside at night.”
I try and use this opportunity to talk to Jasper about Knox.
“I really wish you and Knox would just get along.” I glance over at him.
“Not happening.” He stretches his head back and closes his eyes, while running his hands over his face. Something in his mood shifted suddenly. Everything was playful and calm before Knox, and now he seems bothered.
“What’s your problem with him anyways?”
“What’s his problem with me?” He shoots his head up with his eyes wide open.
“I don’t think he would have a problem with you if you would put forth a little more effort. This is a big change for him. It’s only been him and his mom for the past two years, not to mention, you’ve stolen his space in the garage and tried to steal his room. Give him a break.”
I get it. I know that this isn’t easy for either of them. Their lives have completely changed. Two separate families came together, and whether Jasper or Knox like it, they will eventually be one family.
“Him?” He raises his voice. “You think this isn’t a big change for me? That maybe I deserve a little break. Fuck Knox.” He huffs, standing up and brushing my words away with his hand. “Typical spoiled kids. Thinking that we all owe them something.” He steps off the patio in just his socks, and I know that the grass is wet, so I don’t dare follow.
“Typical spoiled kids? You don’t even know us. How dare you judge me or Knox.” I walk down the very last step as he stands in front of me facing the yard.
“I never said you, princess. You just claimed that title yourself.” He spins around and looks into my eyes with triumph.
He loves this. He loves calling me out on my shit.
“Maybe I am spoiled and maybe I am damaged. But Knox is different. He was raised right, and he’s a good person.”
“I never said you were either of those things. Sounds like a confession to me.” He steps closer, his damp socks touching my bare feet.
“Don’t judge me.” I clench my jaw.
“Don’t tell me what to do.” He walks past me, brushing his arm against mine as my heart skips a beat.
I turn around and follow him back up the steps. Giving us both a moment to calm down before I place a hand on his shoulder.
He turns around to face me. “So, where’d his dad go?” He asks out of nowhere.
I should have known that one day I would have to explain this again. I feel like I’m explaining myself, but in reality, the situation has nothing to do with me. I’ve come to accept that I cannot control my mother and I refuse to be judged based on her actions, although I have been. Ever since Petra spread those lies about me.
“He moved to Nevada a couple years ago. Knox’s dad and my mom had an affair. They got caught. He moved. We all stayed, and our moms pretty much hate each other, naturally.”
“Woah.” He tucks his chin as his eyes widen. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Why the hell didn’t Val leave? I sure as fuck wouldn’t want to live next to the person who slept with my spouse.”
“You’ll soon learn that both of our moms are stubborn as hell. Only difference is, Val is a strong independent, and stubborn woman.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“You can ask me whatever you want. Doesn’t mean I’ll answer.”
“Why don’t you get along with your parents?”
“Didn’t you hear anything I just said?” I shake my head in disbelief that he even has to ask. “My parents are awful. To each other, to me, to my brother. All they care about is themselves.” I stand up and cross my arms over my chest, my signature move when I’m feeling uncomfortable. It’s not Jasper who makes me feel that way, it's the idea of talking about my screwed-up family. “I think we’ve talked enough tonight. I’m going home.” I walk down the patio stairs, and my bare feet touch the grass, feeling dew drops burst on them with each step.
“Wait, you forgot your shoes. And our assignment. You promised.” Jasper shouts as I continue to walk away. Leaving him behind me.
As I close the gate behind me and walk over into my own yard, my phone vibrates in my purse. I pull it out and read the text from Jasper.
Jasper: I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was a touchy subject.
I stuff it back inside. I’ll respond, just not yet.
When I walk into the house, I expect it to be empty, but to my surprise and disliking, it’s not. The lights are all on and I hear chatter in the kitchen. I stop in my tracks when I think I hear laughter but that can’t be. I haven’t heard my parents laugh in the same room since God knows when. There it is again—definitely laughter.
“Blakely,” Mom hollers, “Is that you?”
I wipe my feet off on the abstract Persian rug in the foyer and follow her voice into the kitchen. A glimmer of hope rushes over me when I see Dad smiling and Mom being the reason for the smile. He places his hand on the small of her back and I’m taken aback by their sudden display of affection.
“What's going on?” I ask, scanning my eyes over them as they stand in front of me. Mom is wearing a dark blue dress with splatters of gold and matching high heels. Her makeup and nails are perfect, and the smell of her perfume brings back so many memories of my childhood. It’s one I haven’t smelled in a very long time. A mixture of sage and white musk.
“Your dad and I are going out for a couple of hours.” She stuffs her phone inside her Prada bag and zips it up. “Have you heard from your brother?”
“As in going out, together?” I question, squeezing my thighs together when I remember I’m not wearing any underwear. Suddenly feeling the need to get the hell out of this awkward situation.
Dad nods. “Your mom gave me a guilt trip about how I haven’t taken her on a date in almost a decade, which is an exaggeration, but I agreed that it was time.”
This is new. My parents are being... normal.
“I’ve tried calling Talon countless times, but he’s off doing who knows what again. Please try and reach him. He has school tomorrow.”
“I’ll try.”
Mom looks as if she’s going to lean in for a hug, but then turns away. “Where are your shoes? Your feet are filthy.” She looks down at my feet in disgust. “Be sure Esme cleans this up.” Acknowledging a small smudge of dirt that I dragged in.
I roll my eyes and walk upstairs to my bedroom. I pull open the drawer of my dresser that holds my yoga pants, pull out a pair and slip them on under my skirt, then toss the dirty skirt in my wicker basket. I throw myself on my bed with my phone on my chest and contemplate apologizing to Jasper, but once again, I don’t.
I could just see what he’s doing.
But, I don’t.
I mess around on Instagram for a while, play a little Candy Crush, and after an hour of wasted time, finally give into myself.
Me: How about that drawing?
I smile at the text in anticipation of his reply.
New Kid: Blakely? I’m n
ot sure if it’s you or the queen who just stormed out of my yard. I never know who I’m talking to.
Me: It’s always me. I just display different versions.
New Kid: Could you please be more consistent then? I’m not a fan of change.
Me: Get up to your room and take your shirt off. See you in five.
I half expect him to tell me to screw off and find that his blinds are closed, but when I open my curtains, I am impressed to see that he obeyed. Pressing my lips firmly together, I grab my notebook and sit down on the nook couch in my window with my legs bent and my notebook resting on them.
The wind picks up, gently blowing my curtains in its wake. I look over and see the space between the two houses closing, as if he’s right in front of me. Jasper stares down at something in his hands, the side view of his perfectly sculpted abs pulling at my gaze. My eyes catch something new, a tattoo on his right side. I’m not sure how I ever missed it, but then again, our topless encounters have been fairly intense, leaving little time to explore. It’s a large hourglass, half empty, with a tree branching out around it. I can’t make out what’s inside, but it's captivating.
I bend down and retrieve my phone from the floor and with the speaker on, I call Jasper and set it back down while I begin.
“Tell me about the tattoo,” I say when he answers the phone. “Speaker on, phone down and look straight ahead.” He looks over giving me a roll of his eyes. ”Ahh, I said straight ahead.”
“You’re enjoying this too much. You get a rise out of barking orders, don’t ya?”
“No.” I shake my head, although he’s not looking at me. “I get a rise out of being heard. Tattoo?”
“I got it when I turned sixteen.”
“That’s all you have to say? What’s the story behind it?”
“My mom was an artist... like you. I found it in an endless pile of drawings and paintings that were stuffed in a box. She was fourteen years old when she drew it. After she passed away, we were sorting through her personal belongings, and this spoke to me. I kept it, along with the others, and got it inked on my sixteenth birthday.”