I start jumping around the room, dancing to the chorus and singing into my hairbrush like a wannabe rockstar. I attempt, but fail at an inelegant pirouette which results in me tripping over my bag.
Then it sinks in, I am really going to see him and soon.
Dropping to my knees and searching through the chaotic pile of clothes on the floor, I need to stop with the procrastination and get dressed, because Jasper will be here, right about...now.
“Hey baby.” I stop ransacking my clothes and look at my bag.
Did it just say hello to me? In Jasper’s voice? I reach for it without delay, and search frantically for my phone, in fears I have called him when I was living out my ballerina dreams.
Looking at the screen quickly, it thankfully reveals I didn’t accidently call him, but I am sure I heard his voice.
Still on my knees, with my back to the door, I am seriously debating my sanity, when I suddenly smell Jasper. That warm woody fragrance that is all him, hits my nostrils, and I shiver at the memory of inhaling that scent, my face pressed into his neck with him moving deep inside of me. What the hell is wrong with me? My imagination has never been this vivid before!
Before I can process another thought, a pair of warm familiar hands wrap around my waist, pulling me against a warm familiar chest. Gasping at the contact, I know I am not losing my mind, because Jasper is actually here. He has me wrapped in his tender embrace, and I madly turn around to face him, needing to verify what I know to be true.
Jasper White is on his knees before me.
Seeing those striking cerulean eyes, crinkling at the corners with laughter, my heart begins kicking against my ribcage impatiently. He is biting his lip in amusement, and I want to be the one doing the biting. My fingers twitch, desperate to fist that messy, but styled hair, as it looks just how I remember it-perfect bedroom hair.
He is wearing blue ripped jeans, a black shirt which is unbuttoned over a white t-shirt, and his usual black combat boots, complete his attire.
I can’t help my actions because even if I tried to stop myself, I honestly have no control over my body as I throw myself onto him. And I mean literally.
He luckily knows me all too well and catches me, and I make good on my wants and start assaulting his lips in fervor, pushing him onto the floor. Kissing him with so much passion, renders me breathless, but he matches my enthusiasm, kissing me like I am his lifeline.
In this moment, I cannot get close enough to Jasper, so I push my body into his, attempting to merge myself with his very soul. But still, the distance is too great.
Jasper takes a hold of the back of my neck, and flips me over, so now I am the one with my back sinking into the carpet. He begins kissing and nipping my throat feverishly, and my flesh is burning up, but I want more. Arching my neck backwards, Jasper takes that as an invitation to put his tongue to good use. He starts at the tip of my chin, and licks his way down to the hollow in my neck, where he twirls his tongue lazily. I tug his tousled hair firmly and when I don’t let go, I hear him grunt in zeal. My body jolts in pure delight, and he continues on with his exploration.
Sliding down my body, he arrives at the junction between my breasts and stops, peering up at me hungrily. Dropping my hands from his hair and placing them around his neck, I take a peek at him and gasp when I see the deep blue of his eyes absorbed with wanton need. I am waiting for him to move, or talk or lick or whatever, because I am freakin’ panting like a wild animal in heat! He rewards me with a smirk, with his dimples on parade, and I bite my lip, wanting this man like yesterday.
Sensing my need, he kisses down my chest, and I close my eyes, placing my hands by my side, wishing I had something to hold onto because I am coming apart.
Opening my legs to accommodate Jasper and feeling the cool air brush over my core, suggests he has pushed my underwear aside. But I’m too scared to look at him, because I know once I do, I am going to explode. I am waiting with bated breath because he’s stopped, so peeking open an eye, I witness him sitting back on his heels, staring at me.
Why has he stopped?
Suddenly blushing, I question if I have accidentally worn my laundry day panties. It wouldn’t surprise me as I was not thinking straight when I got dressed. Attempting to shut my legs, he quickly stops me by grabbing onto my thigh, his thumb beginning to rub soft circles on the inside of my leg.
He has an unreadable look on his face, so shyly biting my lip, I whisper, “Why did you stop?”
He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes briefly, steadying himself. When he re-opens them, I can see why he stopped. He is trying to pace himself, and I am all but celebrating in self-gratification that he is as turned on as me.
Gliding his hand over the apex of my thigh, he replies hoarsely, “Because you are so beautiful, and I have missed you so fucking much. I needed a moment to take this all in and make sure I wasn’t dreaming.”
I give him a small smile. “You’re not dreaming. I’m here.”
Crisscrossing my legs as his hand passes over my core, I struggle to speak because I am melting under his skillful fingers.
“I’ve missed you too.”
He licks his lips. “Show me. Show me how much you’ve missed me.”
No need to ask me twice!
Leaning up onto my elbows and yanking onto the front of his shirt, I pull him down to my mouth, and feel him smirking under my lips.
Enough with the talking as I need to feel his skin up against mine, and by the way he is ripping his shirt off and tossing it over his shoulder, he feels the same. After our separation we are like wild animals, devouring each other.
Tugging the hem of his t-shirt up, and running my hands over his hard abdominals has me panting, and the silky feel of him gliding under my fingertips is enough to leave me internally combusting. And his exploration of me is adding to that combusting.
His hands are everywhere, caressing my legs, over my waist, up my tummy, over my breasts and over my face. All the while our lips never part, but I need more, and by the arousal digging deep into my stomach, he’s on the same page as me.
Quickly undoing his belt, I bite back my moan when he slips his hand into my bra, yanking the cup down under my breast. He then begins caressing my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and that nipple is now on fire!
With his other hand, he places a finger into our entwined mouths, wetting the tip and pulling it out quickly as he circles it around my nipple. I buckle at the sensation, and as the cool breeze from the fan passes over us, the air catches over my chest, and I shiver in delight. My stiff nipple, mixed with Jasper’s mouth assaulting mine is too much, and I buck my hips under his, coaxing him to where we both want him to be.
Unzipping his jeans, I thrust my hand into his pants eagerly, feeling he’s gone commando, and I groan my appreciation of feeling him in the flesh.
He senses my approval and breaks contact with my mouth.
“Wow. If I knew not wearing underwear got you so hot, I would have burnt every pair I owned months ago.”
I let out a tiny giggle, but I am a woman on a mission, and this is not the time to talk. Grabbing onto him, he shudders as I slowly caress him, reacquainting myself with his perfection.
God, I've missed him.
But for some insane reason, he stops me with his hand stilling over mine. I rear up to bite his lip in protest, and he pulls away, grinning.
With my hand still gripped around his impressive length, he looks down at me. The passion in his eyes mirrors mine, so I don’t understand why he stopped me.
"Don't you want me to touch you?" I ask in breathless anticipation.
These are not the first words I thought I would exchange with Jasper at our reunion. But I should have learnt by now, never presume anything when Jasper is involved.
He takes a visible breath. "Baby, I can't even begin to tell you how badly I want you to touch me. But you keep doing that, and it's gonna be over in five minutes, with no encore."
Laughing s
oftly as he is always so eloquent, I whisper, "I don't care.” And I nudge his hand off mine to continue what I started.
Leaning his head back, wisps of his messy hair blow in the breeze when the fan passes over us, and I can’t take this sight of pure magnificence any longer. I need to taste him.
Shoving him hard, he loses balance, falling onto his back, and I take this opportunity to slide down his body to where I want to be. Licking his very delectable V muscle, I can feel him breathing heavily under my lips, and starting my descent, I lick down his hipbones leisurely.
However, before I can take him into my mouth, he hisses a curse through his teeth and sits up, flipping me onto my back while pinning my arms above my head. He has both my hands in one of his, and with the other, he unzips my skirt, sliding it down my legs, and it too joins his discarded clothes on the floor.
I am outstretched, arms above my head, restrained in Jasper's vice like grip, waiting for his next move. And judging by the look in his beautiful eyes, I'm going to like this new move a lot.
"Leave your arms above your head," he commands, gazing down my body.
I nod, not daring to challenge him with the frenzied look on his face. He reaches behind me to unclip my bra and as it snaps open, he lowers my arms while dragging the straps down my shoulders, removing it from my writhing body.
His grin spreads from cheek to cheek as he repositions my hands above my head, and I groan in needy desire.
He works my nipples, lapping at them with his skillful tongue, and I am ashamed of the noises coming out of me. His stubble is lightly scratching my skin, and the sensation, along with his smell, is driving me crazy.
I need him inside. Now.
Attempting to move my arms to rip off my underwear, he stills me as he takes a hold of my hands, placing them back above my head. His dimples are beaming, and his mouth is luscious and full from kissing me so passionately.
He stares down at me and smirks. "Patience baby."
"Any more patient and I will be canonized a saint,” I reply, blowing my fringe off my sweaty forehead.
He licks his bottom lip slowly, totally unaware of his actions, and I close my eyes before I detonate. Finally, I feel him slipping off my underwear and the cool breeze hits my soaked center. My senses are on high alert, and I shiver from the erotic sensation of him running the tip of his finger up my needy core. As I hear Jasper undressing, my body begins buzzing in heightened anticipation.
When his chest presses up against mine, he murmurs a satisfied sigh, and thankfully my eyes are still closed, because seeing Jasper like this will set me off.
"Open your eyes for me Ava,” he whispers, his lips caressing my temple.
I open them slowly and take in all things Jasper.
His hair has that wild bedroom look, his lips are puffy from kissing me so forcefully and his eyes, as always, take my breath away. They are filled with love and worship, and I buckle under that stare. I want him so badly I am trembling in need, and he senses my desire as I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him close. He releases my arms, kissing my temple softly, before pushing into me slowly.
Oh God!
My back bows off the floor and I hear him gasp. My insides slowly stretch to accommodate him as it’s been a while, and he is a well-endowed man. He slowly glides in deeper, while breathing through his nose heavily, trying to pace him.
Slowly can take a flying leap! I want him as deep as he can possibly go without breaking me.
Unwrapping my legs from around his waist and placing my feet on the ground, I arch my back, taking him in deeper.
"Fuck Ava," he moans, and I know we’re both done for.
We match each other, stroke for stroke, and it's not long till I am about to see stars.
"Sorry baby, I can't last much longer,” he pants.
The veins in his neck are straining as he’s trying to hold on, but I’m ready, so I clench my muscles around him firmly, and that's enough for us both. He powers into me with a force so deep it brings tears to my eyes, and then we’re both screaming out in pleas of ecstasy together.
My body is limp and I feel boneless, but it feels good, so good.
Still inside me, Jasper leans his forehead onto mine, and we stare at each other for a long while, attempting to catch our breaths.
"Love your outfit by the way,” he comments in between breaths.
Coming back down from my orgasmic bliss, I raise a confused eyebrow. "Outfit?"
He nods cheekily, brushing the hair off my clammy face.
I then realize in my panic of finding an appropriate outfit, I ended up in my bra and skirt when he saw me. Gee if I knew that would suffice, I could have saved a lot of time and stressing.
Oh well, note to self.
Less clothes the better.
Chapter 7
Lessons Not Learned
Singapore
The next morning Jasper joins me in the shower, declaring he will only wash my back. I tell him no funny business because after last night’s explorations, I am a little sore.
“Scouts honor,” he smirks, holding up his fingers in salute.
As soon as he lathers up his hands and washes my chest, I know his scouts honor has taken a nosedive.
So, after making sure I am nice and clean, twice, we are sitting on barstools at my tiny breakfast bar, our feet interlocked together, playing footsie.
Fuck, I've missed him.
“So, where are you taking me today? No half ass tours, I want the works” he says with a cheeky smirk, while downing a big mouthful of orange juice.
Letting out a chuckle, I ask, “Okay bossy boots. How long have I got you for?”
He takes a big bite of his pancakes, drowned in maple syrup, savoring every bite.
“I need to be at the venue around three for sound check.”
He takes another bite of his breakfast, licking his sticky lips and looking at me over his shoulder. I know that look.
“I was kidding though. I would be more than happy to take another tour of my favorite sight, over and over again.”
Lowering my eyes, my hair veils my face, hiding my blush, because I know he is referring to taking a tour of me, over and over again.
He places his finger under my chin to look into his deep blue eyes. “I’ve missed that beautiful pink hue you turn when embarrassed. I also missed your pink...”
“Okay Romeo, enough with the sweet talking,” I quickly interrupt, before he can finish his cheeky sentence.
He lets out a deep chuckle which warms me to my toes. “Ava baby,” he whispers leaning into me, his face inches from mine. “If I was to sweet talk you, you would be naked and whimpering under me right now.”
I gulp.
This close to him, his deep woody scent saturates my sense of smell, and I brace my hands on the edge of stool, afraid of falling off.
He gives me a small smile and kisses the tip of my nose. “C'mon you, let's go before the only sight we will be seeing is the inside of your bedroom. Not that I'm complaining, because no other sight will ever compare to you.”
Opening my mouth and attempting to reply, he silences me by placing his lips on mine, taking my breath away.
*****
I am sitting with my back pressed up against the bar, watching Jasper on stage, sound checking. He is at home up there, and totally looks the part of a rock god in his black ripped jeans that ride low on his narrow hips. The blue t-shirt he's cut the sleeves off, highlights his muscular arms, and the grey slouchy beanie sitting snugly on his head, just adds to his rock star image.
We had a lovely day sightseeing, and Jasper has fallen in love with Singapore. It‘s nice having him here, but it's going to be torture saying goodbye. I try not to think about that and decide to concentrate on more important things, like his taut biceps flexing as he plays with his earpiece.
“Chuck, more of Shooter’s guitar and less of Lucas’ kick drum.”
He is looking over at the sound engineer with a serious look
on his face, waiting for him to tweak it. I know how much of a perfectionist he is, and judging by the way Chuck is fiddling with the endless knobs, he knows it too.
After he tweaks it, Jasper sends him a happy thumbs up, continuing on with his rocky ballad.
All this music lingo falls on deaf ears, no pun intended.
What doesn't fall on deaf ears is a voice I wish I never had to hear again.
“Hello skank.”
The wind rushes out of my lungs, and I have to remind myself to breathe, because I am staring into the eyes of my arch nemesis.
The one and only, Indie Scott.
*****
Holding onto the barstool for support, I take in all things Indie, and she looks exactly how I remember- A poster girl for fakery.
An outfit I'm pretty certain she purchased at ‘Whores R Us,’ just adds to her falseness. Gold hot pants and a "top," that could pass for a belt, is her current attire, and I wish I could burn my corneas with acid as I have just seen way too much flesh.
My mouth is agape, and I rub at my eyes with the heels of my hands, just in case my exhausting love making has left me delirious. Nope sadly, she is real, unlike her breasts.
“Well, looks like they let anyone in here,” she sneers, looking me up and down in disgust.
I am stunned, but I need to pull it together and not give her the satisfaction of witnessing my shock.
“Yeah sure seems that way,” I reply smugly. “Holy crap, I need sunglasses. Your outfit is literally blinding me with its slutiness.” I place a hand over my eyes to protect them from the abomination of her attire.
“Oh please, you're just jealous,” she hisses.
“Of what? Looking like a street walker,” I quickly reply.
I can see I have struck a nerve. Win for me!
She smooths a hand over her body, and cocks her hand on her hip. “Oh, you wish you looked this good.”
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