Ten

Jasper

“I didn’t think you’d say yes.” I smiled and I knew I looked relaxed to the untrained eye as I leaned back in the plush high backed chairs in my dining area, wearing a smile as I flirted with Ann.

“I wasn’t sure either.” She held the wine glass in a relaxed grip, but she didn’t smile the way she had before. Not before that night, but before the morning after that night. Bryce and I both woke up feeling . . . uhm . . . awkward as fuck. Neither of us had said a word. Just a quick look across Ann’s body before we looked away and dressed quickly. We left without a word to Ann or to each other. “But I was curious.”

“About?”

She shrugged as she picked at her salad. “Why you wanted this date.”

She said it so matter of fact, as though she really didn’t know and that’s when I knew how big of a mistake I’d made. We’d both made. “I wanted to see you. I’ve missed you.” More than I thought I would. I didn’t let women affect me. Ever.

“So why the cold shoulder act from both of you?”

She couldn’t hide the hurt in her blue eyes, no matter how hard she tried and I hated myself for hurting her. “I don’t know. At first it was just weird as fuck and then, I just didn’t know what to say. If you wanted me to say anything.”

She sighed and pushed her plate away. I stiffened, hoping like hell she didn’t plan to leave before the meal got started and suddenly grateful I’d asked her to come to my place for dinner. “What made you think that? The first text message when you were short, or was it the next two you didn’t bother to answer?”

She was mad. No, Ann was beyond mad. “Ann.”

“No, Jasper. I liked you and I thought you liked me too, but I was wrong. It’s no big deal. I’ve been wrong before and I’m sure I will be again.” This time she did stand and I took a long moment to appreciate the sight she made in that purple dress that did wild things to her curves. Curves that got smaller and smaller as she walked away.

“Ann, wait!” I jumped up and in three steps I caught her before she made it to the door. “What the hell?”

“Jasper, I thought I could do this. I thought you’d charm me and I’d forget how upset I am with how you and Bryce are acting, but I can’t. I didn’t force either of you to do this. You agreed and now you’re both acting like butt hurt kids!”

She was right but dammit, I didn’t ask her here to fight. I missed her, everything about her from her sexy laugh and sharp tongue, to the way she cried my name as she came. “You’re right, Ann. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it, buddy. Thank you, but I’m leaving.”

“No, you’re not.” I grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her close, crashing my mouth over hers because I needed to taste her again. Her sweet mouth that always tasted like cherries. Sweet, ripe cherries. She held herself apart at first, stiff and unyielding. But I licked at her lips until she opened and the moment our tongues touched it was explosive. Her hands flew to my head, spearing through my hair to hold me closer while I devoured her mouth.

I wanted to press her up against the door and bury my cock deep, to feel her pulsing around me as I fucked her the way I wanted to. But I couldn’t. Not yet. I let my hands explore her body, sliding over her narrow waist and down to her sweet, round ass, pulling her closer so she could feel how hard I was for her. I swallowed her moan and she scrambled to get closer, practically climbing up my body.

She pulled back, panting. “I want you, Jasper.”

“Good, because I want you, too. So bad I can taste it.”

She flashed that saucy smile of hers. “Later. Right now, I just need to feel your cock.”

“Music to my ears,” I growled and pushed her against the wall the way I wanted to, using my weight to hold her at my mercy. She squirmed as I slid my hand up her thigh, higher and higher until the heat of her pussy pulled me closer. “Are you already wet for me, Ann?”

She nodded, big blue eyes smiling at me. “Soaked, ah! Yes,” she hissed as one long finger invaded her cunt. She was fucking soaked all the way through her panties. Because of me.

“I hope these aren’t your favorites,” I told her, two seconds before I ripped red satin off to reveal a freshly waxed pussy. “Fuck, babe. I need just one taste.” I didn’t wait for her to answer, because I couldn’t. Instead, I dropped to my knees, lifted a leg over my shoulder and licked her sweet pussy until she began to pulse around my fingers. Now she was ready.

“What? Why!”

I laughed and kissed her, lifting her in the air the moment she freed my cock. “I just wanted to make sure you really want it.”

“If I wanted anymore I’d be breaking laws.”

Damn that was good to hear. “Then let’s not make you wait any longer, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, let’s . . . ah!” That right there, that tiny fucking sigh she let out when my cock slammed into her was the sound I heard every night before I fell asleep. “Jasper, yes!”

Her little cries and ragged breaths kept me hard and moving. Pounding into her wet, hungry body, hard and fast. My hips took over, thrusting wild and hard as her fingers dug into me, scratching me through my shirt which was hot as fuck. “Annie,” I whispered against her neck, loving the way her pussy clenched around me as she neared ecstasy.

“Jas, yes! Please! More!”

She held on tighter and I gave her exactly what she wanted, giving her everything she wanted while she begged for more. And only when we were slick with sweat and our voices hoarse from screaming our pleasure, did I take us both over the edge. Screaming and grunting as orgasms swamped us and we both froze, sliding to the floor in a sweaty heap. “Damn, you’re trying to kill me, woman.”

That husky laugh echoed in the spacious hall, rocking through my chest and clamping around my cock. “Right back atcha, Jas.”

Did I mention how much I loved it when she shortened my name? Because I did. A lot. “Come here.”

“You mean here,” she asked as she sat up and drew me deeper into her body. “Or here?” She laid her chest on mine until we were connected from our hips to our lips.

“I’ll take you anyway I can get you, babe.” I meant that more than she knew, but she smiled down at me and kissed me until we were hot and breathless, greedy for each other and totally insatiable.

Eventually we ate dinner, cold and naked in bed. We laughed together, ate ourselves full and then we feasted on each other until the sun came up.

“When can I see you again?” I sounded like a teenager, but I didn’t want another two weeks to pass without seeing her.

“I guess that depends if we’re done with the whole ‘giving me space’ thing.”

I laughed and we kissed some more but after she left, I realized she never answered my question.