by Sennah Tate
“Fucking hell,” he says, kissing me again. Then he’s pushing my skirt up around my hips and discovering the secret I’ve been sitting on all night.
“Why, Susie, you seem to be missing something,” he says with a wolfish grin, trailing one finger tip along my lips, parting them just enough to find my eager wetness.
“You’re talking too much,” I gasp, pulling him forward, wrapping my legs around his waist in a desperate attempt to have all of him. “Fuck me, Jasper.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Jasper
“Fuck me, Jasper,” those three little words are enough to drive me absolutely insane. For all I’ve thought about it, I never expected Susie to be so receptive, so eager.
“A gentleman never makes a lady wait,” I say, pressing the tip of my cock against her entrance. She wriggles and squirms, trying to take all of me.
My lips trail along her neck, her collarbone, inhaling the sweet fragrance of her. Her skin is like heated silk, so soft under my fingertips, so hot with need.
“But I’m no gentleman,” I growl, my fingers finding her clit with quick short strokes.
Her back arches, her honey hair nearly touching the countertop as she throws her head back with a moan. I feel her pussy contract, trying to pull me in as I barely press my cock against her. Her legs tremble with every little movement of my fingers against her clit and soon she’s panting.
I slide my finger around and around her clit, drawing it out, watching her leg quake with every pass.
She’s so beautiful there. Flushed with need, arched and spread open for me.
I lean in and take a nipple between my teeth, sliding my cock against her until she’s grinding on me.
“Damn it, Jasper, please,” she groans, her nails clawing at my shoulders, desperate to pull me closer.
“Since you’ve asked so nicely,” I say, burying myself within her in one swift stroke.
We cry out together, both overwhelmed by the intensity and ferocity between us.
Susie looks like she’s on another planet. Every time I thrust into her, her eyes roll back a little more, her voice gets a little more strangled.
“Dear god, Susie, you feel incredible,” I mutter against her neck, taking her hard and fast.
She’s got all of her limbs wrapped around me, making these wonderful little gasping, moaning noises, but all I can focus on is the sweet wet warmth wrapped around my cock.
It feels so right. So perfect. Like my cock was just made for her.
I don’t know how I ever made it through life without this. How I ever thought any other woman was even enjoyable when compared to Susie.
I don’t have the spare mental capacity to realize it at this moment, but somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, I know she’s ruining me for all others. There’s no going back from this.
No replacing Susie.
As hot as it is to fuck her right there on the kitchen counter, I can’t get the right angle. I want to ruin her the way she’s ruining me. And to do that, we’ll have to move.
I’m kissing her like I need the breath from her lungs to stay alive, our heartbeats in sync, every throb of my iron-hard cock echoed by a delightful little spasm in her pussy.
Utterly ruined.
I carry her to the bedroom, still impaled on me and she whimpers, clinging to me with all she’s got. Our tongues tangle in a frantic need to be one with each other. Like all of this sexual tension we’ve been holding onto, all the teasing and denial just vanishes and pent up need explodes through us.
I lay her on the bed, running my hands along the length of her smooth legs, pulling one ankle up, over my shoulder as I press into her further.
“Oh! Jasper!” she cries as I lean in to kiss her again.
“You’re going to cum for me, Susie,” I rasp against her ear, plowing into her over and over.
“Yes! Oh, god,” she’s muttering, gripping the sheets, trying to find something to hold onto as I relentlessly plunder her.
“I’ve been wanting to see you cum for me for far too long.” I reach between us and rub my thumb over her clit with enough pressure to make her shudder and cry out.
“Yes, darling,” I growl, pumping into her with a ferocity I didn’t even know I have. My own release is so damn close, so hard to keep at bay with this sexual goddess spread out beneath me.
“Cum for me.” Her back arches off the bed and I feel her entire body grip me at once, tense, coiled and reaching. Then she shatters with an unexpected cry to the heavens.
Susie’s still trembling and shuddering with release, but I don’t stop for anything. I push her right through to another orgasm and she’s forgotten how to speak, only crying out in primal guttural syllables.
Just as she shatters for a third time, I manage to pull out, stroking myself to completion on her belly and thighs. I collapse on the bed next to her and we both struggle for breath, panting in the hazy aftermath of our lovemaking.
Finally after a long moment, Susie giggles, “Wow.”
“Indeed,” I say, draping an arm over her form, taking a still-stiff nipple between my fingers to roll it gently. Her breath catches and she sighs, leaning into my hand.
She starts to sit up and then realizes the mess I’ve made.
“Stay put, I’ll get you a towel,” I say, my knees wobbling slightly as I stand.
Holy shit. Sex with Susie was on a whole ‘nother level than sex with other birds. She’s just…
Incredible.
Perfect.
Oh, fuck off with that.
I return with a damp towel and start to clean up the evidence, brushing the rag over her stomach, dragging it up her thighs and over the sensitive flesh of her sex. Her body is still flushed with our passion, her chest rising and falling in quick shallow breaths.
But more than that, she’s still spread open for me. Her legs parted, her sex glistening. It’s irresistible.
I lean in and flick the tip of my tongue across her slit and she shivers. She props herself up on her elbows and gives me a look like I’m a madman, but I just smile, tonguing her clit as she sighs and leans back again.
“Jasper, I—”
My lips close around her clit and her words are lost on a moan.
“I want to taste you,” I say, sliding a finger into her slick entrance.
Susie’s moans are like a drug to me. I can’t wait for my next hit. I have to take her right then and there. I have to make her cum. Watch her fall apart under my tongue. It’s my singular purpose in life at this moment and nothing else matters.
My tongue and fingers work together to stoke her into a frenzy. She’s clutching at my scalp, grinding her hips against my mouth, muttering my name over and over again.
Good god, I could go on like this forever.
My teeth graze against the bundle of nerves and her spine stiffens moments before I taste her release on my tongue.
“Mmm, delicious,” I say, her glistening arousal still coating my lips as I look up at her.
Susie looks like she wants to be embarrassed, but she’s either too spent or too thoroughly fucked to do so.
“That wasn’t exactly the meal I had planned for you,” she says with a lopsided grin, her eyes closed in post-orgasmic bliss.
I shrug, settling her against my chest as I join her on the bed, “I needed an appetizer to whet my appetite.”
“Mhm,” she says in a disbelieving tone. It doesn’t matter if she believes me or not. She’s certainly not complaining, now is she?
“What about you, luv? Have you sufficiently worked up an appetite?”
I see her eyes trail down my body to my already-stiffening cock and she smirks, “Yeah… for actual food, I mean.” She separates herself from me and my side instantly feels cold, but then I get to see her standing there naked without an ounce of shame.
I smirk, “Of course, we’ll save the rest for dessert.” I get up to follow her and smack her bare ass as she leads the way to the kitchen.
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�Hey!” she yelps, turning back to me with crimson cheeks.
I just give her a roguish smirk and follow into the kitchen, pulling out plates for us. Right back to schedule, eating our meal like we didn’t just fuck each other like rabbits. Like she’s not still flushed from the handful of orgasms I gave her. Like I’m not still rock fucking hard for her and we’re not standing in my kitchen stark naked.
This was supposed to be our last time seeing one another. A chance for her to get what she needs for her story and be out of my hair.
But now I don’t think I want her gone.
I’m not sure I could survive it.
Or that I’d want to.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Susie
So much for being done with Jasper.
Though I resisted it for so long, now that we’ve actually done the deed, I can’t seem to keep my hands off of him. He’s tapped into some deep-down well that seems to have been waiting for him to unleash it.
A well of sensuality and desire that I never knew I had. I don’t know how to deal with this. With him.
No matter how much he gives me, I still want more.
“More,” I moan as he presses me against the shower wall, bucking his hips into me with sharp ragged thrusts.
My god… I expected Jasper to know what he’s doing when it comes to sex but this is… On an entirely different level. He fills me so perfectly. Makes my toes curl so effortlessly. His husky voice in my ear sends me over the edge every single time without fail.
Jasper knows about sensitive spots on my body that even I didn’t know about. He’s discovering secret turn-ons I didn’t know existed and I never want it to end.
For nearly a week we haven’t been able to separate ourselves from each other and I seem to completely forget that I’m supposed to be writing a biography on him. I’m much more interested in learning about him in a more explicit fashion and Jasper seems to have no qualms about it.
“I could watch you cum all day every day, luv,” he murmurs against my neck, sending shivers all the way to the tips of my toes. “It’s a bloody spectacular sight.”
When he says things like that, I feel like I’m in some kind of fairytale. Real men aren’t this… amazing. Jasper seems too good to be true.
After our shower, Jasper’s getting dressed, “I’ve got some things at 28 to tend to, I hope you’ll be able to contain yourself until later,” he says with a smirk.
I’m standing in the doorway of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel with one hip cocked against the door jamb watching him cover up all those delicious rippling muscles.
“I don’t know,” I say in a sultry tone, “what if I just get so horny thinking about you that I have to take care of myself?”
He growls and steps toward me, settling his hands on my hips.
Why is this so nice? The feel of his body heat seeping into me, the hungry look in his eyes… I could get lost in it.
“I know you’re taking the piss, but I’m going to have to insist you send me pictures if that happens.”
“Oh? You’re insisting, are you?”
He takes my lips in a kiss that steals my breath away.
I am in so much trouble when it comes to this man.
And yet… I’m not looking for a way out, am I?
“I am,” he rasps, taking my earlobe between his teeth with gentle suction.
I moan and throw my head back against the door frame, letting my hand slide down over the front of his pants, finding his cock thick and hard pressed against the fabric.
I unzip his fly and he hisses with a sharp intake of breath as my fingers close around him and pull him free of the confines of his clothes.
“This is quite the opposite of me getting dressed to go,” he says in a strained voice.
I simply flash him a coquettish smile, drop my towel, and sink to my knees, wrapping my lips around his cock, tasting every inch of him.
“Fucking hell, Susie, you’re going to be the death of me,” he says, but his hands tell another story. His hands are in my hair, moving my head along his shaft in desperate hard juts.
My tongue trails along the length of him and I take his balls in my hand, working my magic on him until Jasper’s groaning and shooting his cum into my mouth.
I release him with a long slow sucking motion and he shudders as the head of his cock pops free from my lips.
“Something to think about while you’re gone,” I say, feeling powerful and sexy as I lick my lips and stand up on my toes to kiss him.
“Not a fucking chance I’ll be thinking about anything else, now. Thanks, luv.”
“Anytime,” I wink.
Who the hell is this girl? I find myself wondering. I’m not the kind of girl that winks. Though, that’s only the tip of the iceberg of things I don’t do that I’ve been doing with Jasper.
He waits for me to get dressed and we walk out of his hotel room together, holding hands until the elevator doors open on the bottom floor.
“See you tonight?” he asks, still clinging to my fingertips as our hands pull apart.
I flash him a playful smile, “If you’re lucky.”
He laughs, but before I can get away, he lands a swift smack on my ass and I yelp in surprise loud enough to turn a few heads in the lobby, “That’s for being a cocktease,” he says.
There’s a car already waiting for him outside and I hail a cab to take me back to my place. I haven’t been home except to grab necessities in nearly a week and I just know Alisha’s going to have something to say about it.
Though, to be perfectly honest, if the roles were reversed, I’d probably be pretty pissed that she’s not sharing her juicy love life with me.
I decide to text her.
You home?
Her response comes back more quickly than I expect, Yeah.
Donato’s and girl talk? I text back, hoping she’s not completely pissed off at me.
Sure.
My heart slows it’s crazy race and I breathe a sigh of relief. Al’s been my best friend for… forever. I can’t let something like Jasper come between us. Even if I don’t want to admit everything that’s been going on between us, I know Al will never ever forgive me if I don’t let her in the loop.
So, I pick up a pizza from our favorite place — pineapple and mushroom for her, olives and extra cheese for me — and try to put on a brave face as I walk through our front door.
“She lives!” Alisha says with an edge of biting sarcasm.
“And she brings a peace offering,” I say, leading with the giant pizza box.
Alisha’s on the pizza in five seconds flat, folding her first slice and taking a big bite with an audible ‘mmmmmmm’.
“Donato’s is the shit,” she says, swallowing her first bite.
I take one of my slices out and take a bite, chewing slowly as I try to prepare the words I want to say to her.
“Look, Al, I’m sorry that I—”
She holds up a hand to stop me, “I know. I was kind of a jerk about it. I’m just not used to you keeping stuff from me and it hurt a little.”
I frown and slide onto the stool next to her, “I know. It wasn’t on purpose it’s just… everything with Jasper is really complicated.”
Al raises her eyebrows, “So, is that where you’ve been all week?”
I feel my face burn hot and I nod.
“Daaaaaaaamn,” she whistles with an appreciative nod, “go ahead then. Shacking up with a super hot famous chef. I didn’t know you had it in you, Suze.”
I laugh, “Me either! I don’t know how to explain it… He’s so infuriating that I want to hit him and then…”
She doesn’t say anything. I wish she would. I wish she could finish my sentence without me having to say the words out loud. Without me having to acknowledge the things those words will mean for me.
“And then…” she prompts.
“Then he smiles or kisses me or just… looks at me in this certain way and all my annoyance just melts.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s called ‘sex appeal’ Suze,” she laughs.
“Yeah,” I mutter, “I guess you’re right. I shouldn’t look too far into it.”
She pulls a face and leans an elbow on the breakfast bar, “I didn’t say that. I’m only saying you’re not an alien for getting turned on by him. Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re having fun, right?”
The smile that creeps onto my face gives me away before I can even answer, “Yeah.”
But is it just fun? It feels different to me. It feels like something real and that scares the ever-loving shit out of me.
Am I falling for him?
For Jasper Wild?
I don’t have a parachute. There’s no safety net. If I fall, I’m going to wind up broken.
“What?” Alisha asks with her lips pursed, looking for all the world like she’s about to unleash a lecture of monumental proportions on me.
“I… I don’t want to get too attached,” I say, the words fighting against escape. Now that they’re out in the open, just hanging there between us, I’m more scared than ever.
Alisha frowns, “Dude. You are so in your own head about this. Stop trying to jump ten steps ahead. Enjoy the place you’re at now. When are you seeing him again?”
I nibble my bottom lip, “Tonight? Maybe? He kind of mentioned it, but we didn’t make real plans.”
“Okay, so here’s what you do. Put on something sexy, show up at his door, fuck his brains out until he can’t even form any words with that sexy ass British accent. Don’t worry about feelings or futures. Think you can manage that?”
I chuckle a little, finishing my slice, “Yeah, maybe. Thanks for the pep talk, Al.”
She gives me a winning grin and shrugs, “Anytime. You just have to actually talk to me,” she says, nudging my shoulder playfully.
“Yeah, yeah. I know you’re right. I’m really sorry again.”
Al gives me an easy smile, “No sweat. Best friends for life, right?” She says, extending her pinkie finger out to me like we’ve done since we were kids.
I hook my pinkie with hers, “Best friends forever.”