Getting Jasper Off

by Wynter, A. J.

  Georgie pushed himself off the wall and headed toward Jasper, “Jas, you can’t see anyone. You need to just get the job done. What the fuck are you doing?”

  Jasper held his hands up and out, “Gentlemen, this is going to be my last hurrah. I don’t want to see my attorney to talk shop. I just want to thank her for what she tried to do. You can listen in or watch for all I care but I’d like to have a semi-private moment with her before all this shit goes down.”

  Georgie figured it out, “Oh I get it. This isn’t about legal action. It’s about the boom.”

  The warden looked up, “What are you talking about? The boom?”

  Georgie licked his lips and nodded, “Oh yeah, the boom.”

  Jasper rolled his eyes up and shook his head, “Guys, this is serious.”

  The warden and Georgie were now chanting, “Here comes The Boom! The Boom! The Boom! Here comes The Boom!” In a moment of insanity, they both started gyrating their hips.

  Jasper sat, his fingers curled around his chin waiting for them to get it out of their system. He was unimpressed, “You fuck your wife like that? You bet your ass you better keep her away from Whitey.”

  The warden’s hands were around his neck in an instant! “Boy, you already dead. Don’t make me end it all so soon.” Warden Cooper was snarling against Jasper’s face as he choked and turned purple. The warden had a grip on him and now he had Jasper’s body up off the floor, his feet kicking and dangling.

  “WARDEN!” Georgie yelled to get his attention and snap the warden back to reality. The warden quickly dropped Jasper who crumbled to the floor gasping for breath. The warden paced back and forth trying to calm down. “I want Whitey Smith dead. Set up his conjugal now and get it over with. As soon as his balls are drained, roll out the plan. Now get the fuck out of my office, dead man.”

  CHAPTER 22

  Lauren was in her apartment packing up clothes when her phone went off. She didn’t recognize the number and sent it automatically to voicemail. As she stuffed as much as she could in a suitcase, the phone vibrated again. Same number. After 10 calls from the same number, she finally answered the phone without saying a word. She just listened.

  “Lauren, it’s Georgie. Georgie Hopkins.” The voice on the other end of the phone was steady and cheery. Like an old friend reaching out to touch someone.

  “The security guard from the prison?” Lauren flopped on the bed confused. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear as she listened.

  “Yes, exactly. Listen, I’m calling on behalf of Jasper. He needs to see you. Can you come right away?” The line was quiet. The kind of quiet when one thinks the other person probably hung up.

  “Uh, I’m not his lawyer anymore, Georgie. I mean, I want to try to help him but I don’t work for Darla anymore so I don’t think they will let me in to see him. It looks like Darla got him another appeal. Does he know that?” But Lauren wanted to see him and she still wanted to help him.

  “Lauren, I can’t say much but there won’t be another appeal. Listen, just get down here. It doesn’t matter that you’re not his lawyer anymore. He needs to see you and he trusts you. I’m telling him you’ll be here in an hour. Dress to impress.” Georgie hung up the phone.

  Lauren stared at it, ‘Dress to impress. What the hell is he talking about? She sat there looking around her old apartment, the one she was completely about to abandon. Her eyes moved to her overstuffed suitcase. Right on top was her sexiest black dress. The one with the plunging back and front. Peter had bought it for her when they had been in Paris, “Dress to impress.” She pulled it from the suitcase and prepared to head to the prison.

  ***

  Jasper had just showered and Georgie let him shave. They went over the plan as Jasper shaved. Georgie never had to worry about Jasper turning on him so he gave him the razor to clean up for his big date. They were brothers and they would honor their bond even though Jasper could cut his throat with the razor right now.

  “Ok, so you understand what you have to do?” Georgie was staring at him, “Don’t fuck up, Jasper. You need to make sure you’re in place when I hit that button.”

  Jasper didn’t say a word. He just nodded as his strong hand moved the razor up his neck and then under his chin. Mentally, he was fully prepared. They had gone over the plan no less than a dozen times, maybe more like three dozen.

  After he washed the residual shaving cream from his face, he dressed in a fresh pair of beige prison scrubs and a white thermal shirt. The thermal hugged his muscular body. He pushed the sleeves up his arm, to just under his elbow. It showed off the tattoos on his forearms. Once he was completely ready, Georgie led him to a private room.

  “Jas, don’t say a word to this girl. Do what you need to do but don’t you tell her one thing. I’m not sure she can handle it.” Georgie unlocked the door to the small bedroom. There were no windows whatsoever, except for the small viewing window in the door. Right now, it was covered by a metal door that could easily be opened by the guard outside in case he needed to check on things.

  Jasper entered the room and leaned against the back wall. His heart was racing. He knew Lauren had no idea what she was walking into. No one had prepared her but he wanted her and he believed she wanted him too. Lauren could very well be the last women he touched. She could be the last woman he entered. She could be the last woman to moan softly against his neck once he brought her body over the edge of climax. For some reason, this made him anxious – nervous even.

  He waited in that room alone for about 35 minutes before the lock on the door rattled, “She’s not coming, is she?” He full expected Georgie to be standing there when the door opened. Instead, he couldn’t believe his eyes.

  Lauren Holden stood there. She had her soft auburn hair pinned up, stray hairs curled down over her bare neck as if they were gently dancing across it. Her skin held this amazing glow to it, it was luminescent even in the dim shitty green light of the prison cell. Her green eyes sparkled against the contrast of the dark shadows that circled them. When she slowly blinked, her lush lashes kissed the top of her cheeks, just as he had envisioned.

  His eyes moved down to her full, perfectly pointed lips that were coated with a tint of red. She took two steps toward him, her stilettos tapping along the cold tile of the floor.

  She didn’t say a word. She just gazed at him, her own eyes moving over his body. She knew exactly what she was walking into and she had definitely dressed to impress. Her black dress hung on her body perfectly. The material draped her curves like a Grecian toga with a plunging neckline that revealed the side and center swells of her breasts. Her nipples budded against the material.

  “You shaved. You’re so handsome.”

  Lauren took another step closer to him and Jasper toward her. At first, he didn’t touch her. The sexual energy between them was electric. They stared hungrily at each other, their chests breathing deeply as they inhaled each other’s scent. His was fresh, clean, masculine. Hers was a soft fragrant mix of flowers that made her smell like candy, and Jasper wanted a taste right now.

  Lauren was the first to move. She brought her hand up to touch his shaven face but before she could press her warm palm to his cheek, he had her in his arms and his mouth pressed on hers! His arm was like a vice grip, pulling her body to his so he could feel her completely against him.

  Her mouth eagerly met his and sparks flew between them like little electrical shocks of pain. Jasper’s strong fingers were sliding up into her hair, gripping it, holding her face to his while his lips tasted hers. His tongue forcefully pushed past them to find hers and curl around it.

  She hadn’t expected him to be so forceful. Lauren reacted by pressing her palms flat against his shoulders and trying to push him back a bit, but in reality she didn’t want him to stop. She could feel his hardness against her mound and instantly she gave up on pushing him away and instead pulled him against her as much as she could.

  Their lips parted for a moment so they could stare at each oth
er’s face. A small web of saliva connected their lips as his hands were pulling the short hem of her skirt up over her ass. Lauren shoved her hands down into his pants and shifted them down his hips. Hot gasps were exchanged between the two as he lifted her up in his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist.

  Lauren could feel the head of his cock nestle between her slit. Her tongue licked up the center of his lips in eager anticipation. She breathed heavily against his lips.

  “Fuck me, Jasper Conner.”

  Jasper nodded, unable to speak a word. His cock was throbbing in sync with his fast beating heart. Just as he lowered her down, feeling himself push past the point of no return, Georgie shut the metal door blocking the only view into the room. He stood there in front of the door, legs casually spread, wrists crossed in front of him. Depending on how long Jasper lasted, the plan would be in motion very soon.

  CHAPTER 23

  “Mr. Mauriello, I’m sorry to bother you.” Peter grunted into the phone then clenched his teeth as the grunt turned into a wince. “I … I, uh, whew, it’s about Whitey, fuck, Whitey Smith.” He gritted his teeth again, his forehead now beading up in perspiration as he hissed into the phone.

  Peter’s face was strained mainly because he was holding back a powerful orgasm. Darla Lovell had his wrists and ankles tied to the hotel room bed. It was a seedy place just outside of town. She wanted him alone to fully ‘explore’ each other and bring their pleasure to a whole new level.

  The truth was she wanted that fucking meeting set between her and Lorenzo Mauriello, the crime boss that needed the deed to Whitey’s land. This was the deed that Lucas Jackson bought from Whitey Smith with Lorenzo Mauriello’s money. Shit was about to get ugly and Whitey wanted all loose ends tied up now. Lorenzo Mauriello was one of those loose ends. For all intents and purposes, so was Peter.

  Peter listened to the impatient voice on the other end of the phone, Darla holding it to his ear while riding him. She knew how to control Peter; he was directed by his dick which was now buried deep inside her and being squeezed like a vice. Before she let Peter touch her, she wrapped a metal cock ring around his base and now his steely member was throbbing for release. Darla shook her head while she watched his face contort, her voice was a whisper, “No, no. Not yet.” She stroked his sweaty face with her free hand then rested it just under his chin, squeezing. “Make the meeting, my love.”

  Peter was panting into the phone while nodding up at her, ‘No, sir. I just went for a run and overdid it.’ He bit his lip hard as he nearly came. Darla slapped his face to get his focus.

  “Make the meeting now.” She was mouthing the words slowly. “Then you can cum, my love.” She jerked her hips causing his body to buck from the bolt of pleasure that shot through him.

  “Mr. Mauriello, Darla Lovell would like to meet with you.” He was speaking intently now, wanting to get this part done so he could explode inside her. “She claims to know where the deed is but wants to present it to you directly.” He listened for a moment while Darla started to rock on top of him. If Peter was complying with her wish, she’d comply with his.

  “No, sir. Just her. She’s the lawyer for the thug that killed Lucas Jackson. According to her, Jackson sent her the deed just before he died and she wants to turn it over to the rightful owner. It would appear Jackson was the one trying to screw you over, not Smith.” Peter listened on the other end of the phone again, then answered, “I’m sure she has her price just like anyone else. I’ll set it up. She’ll make it work.” Peter licked his lips and smiled at Darla. It was done. He got her the meeting.

  Before he could say another word, she snatched the phone from his hand and threw it across the room.

  “Now, where and when?” She asked as she pressed her hands to his shoulders and started riding him faster, “Oh I bet you want to cum so hard right now, don’t you Peter?”

  Peter was delirious. He blurted the location, “Triumph Tower Three construction site. Tomorrow night at 11:30pm!” Peter screamed the last few words, feeling his cock twitch hard then explode inside Darla as she violently rode him.

  “Good work, my boy! Now scream for me while you cum, scream I say!”

  She slapped his face hard triggering the loudest scream that could possibly come from a man’s lungs. Darla was like a drug and Peter was the addict. Right now, she had him so high, his scream sounded more like a “Weeeeeee!” The kind one screams as they plummet down to Earth on a roller coaster headed due South.

  ***

  A knock at the door startled Darla, even though she fully knew who it was. She had been in the bathroom dressing while Peter slept soundly in the bed, still restrained. As she buttoned the cuffs of her silk blouse, she headed to the door. From the corner of her eye, she spotted something important. Peter’s cell phone was flashing ‘Princess’ but the ringer was off. She left it to ring as another impatient knock came from the door. Darla swung it open.

  “I thought you’d never get here. He’s been out for an hour.” Whitey and two of his bikers made their way into the room.

  “Anyone see you come in with him?” Whitey asked as he looked over Darla’s expert restraints, “Jeezus, Darla. Should I get you some leather and a riding crop?”

  She smiled as she applied some Ruby Red matte lipstick, “Nope, already have them.” She snapped the lipstick tube closed and dropped it into her oversized Yves bag. “The meeting is set with Mauriello for tomorrow. Shall we?”

  She picked up a few more of her things, including Peter’s cell phone and dropped them into her the bag, then turned to face Whitey. She paused uncomfortably when she found him already looking her over. His gaze was unsettling. Quietly, he took a step toward her. His hands were on his hips and he was sucking his teeth.

  “You … you have a good time in here, Darla? You have fun riding his cock?” Darla didn’t like Whitey’s tone. It was written all over his face.

  “Whitey, I got the meeting. That’s what you wanted.” Darla stammered, straightening her shoulders as she prepared to defend her actions.

  “You don’t think you could have done that without setting this room up like a BDSM fuck room?” His voice was calm but she knew he was getting angry inside. Whitey’s temper was like a slow ticking bomb. He was the type of guy that could be shaking a hand and sharing a cigar one moment then smashing the same person’s face against the table in another second.

  “I wanted to make sure I got the meeting set. Restraining him ensured he’d be here until he made the call and it got the job done, Whitey. You wanted the meeting set. It’s set. Now can we go?”

  Her eyes were wide as she stared at him, her mind running in several directions at once, anticipating his next move. The air hung heavily between them as the thugs each moved around the room cleaning it up. They were wiping everything down systematically. One ran a wand that looked like a lint brush over everything while the other followed him around wiping down the furniture. This struck Darla as odd. Peter was drugged and passed out. He’d wake up and leave here like any other night they fucked. In the moment her thoughts were distracted, Whitey stepped forward and backhanded her hard.

  It was the sharp sting across her cheek and the rattling sound of her teeth that jolted her attention back to him. Her hand flew up to feel the cheek already swelling under it as she dropped to her knees, mostly from the shock. She stared up at Whitey speechless. The men continued with their task and now they were setting out a smorgasbord of drugs on the night table next to Peter’s sleeping body.

  “Now. You did a great job. Sometimes, I wonder if it’s too great a job. Just don’t forget who owns that cunt.” He stroked her hair and then moved his hand from her head and shoved it between her legs and grimaced, “Now go home and get yourself cleaned up.”

  He helped her to her feet and handed her the bag she had dropped when he hit her. In a daze, Darla nodded wordlessly. Her hand was still on her cheek as she passed through the open door and headed toward the elevator. Once inside, she leaned agains
t the wall and closed her eyes. Then she realized it. It suddenly made sense why they were cleaning the room and setting up the drugs. They were going to kill Peter.

  CHAPTER 24

  Jasper had Lauren pinned under him as they cuddled on the prison issued cot. His fingers were buried in her hair, holding her face against his. His smooth, freshly shaved cheek nuzzled hers softly. Their skin was hot to the touch. Their mouths both open but not quite touching each other’s yet. They were breathing in each other’s scent and brushing lips across each other’s cheek, neck, and shoulder until they met again back in the middle.

  Lauren inhaled sharply as her eyes fluttered shut. She was pressing her lips then exhaling slowly against them. This made Jasper growl and kiss her harder as his member, already buried deep inside her twitched. He broke the kiss, “Lauren, I’ve waited so long to feel you against me.”

  Lauren opened her eyes but only slightly. She was staring at his mouth while hers moaned softly. Her mind was working furiously to memorize how every inch of him felt inside her. She was sure this moment may never happen again and she wanted every bit of him permanently etched into her memory. She wanted to remember how his skin felt against hers. She wanted to remember how his sweat and his hair smelled. She wanted to remember how his strong muscles felt under her hands and against her body as he pushed inside her and withdrew, only to push again. She couldn’t speak. All she could do was breathe against him and let her mind memorize every way in which he stimulated all five of her senses.

  Jasper’s hand stayed put in Lauren’s hair as he moved inside her. His muscular weight pinned her down. Her long legs wrapped tightly around his waist. As he reluctantly increased the pace of his thrusts (he wanted desperately to make this last as long as possible), he pulled her hair back exposing her neck so he could run his tongue up along it.