Chapter Fifteen
Fannin
Dinner seems to take a lifetime. My dad goes out of his way to include Jasper in conversation at the table. Miriam has a stick up her ass which is her usual lately. I’m not sure if it’s guilt, maybe embarrassment over what Bethany did that’s making her act a certain way or maybe that Bethany’s just turning into a total bitch, but Miriam wasn’t always like this. In fact, she and I have always gotten along very well. After the third snide remark about my dress, I’m done with her and this whole wedding. The first two times, Jasper comes to the rescue as has become his thing. On the third, my dad must’ve hit his limit because for the first time in the dozen or so years they’ve been married, he reprimands her. “Get off the girl’s ass already, Miriam. Be thankful that she had the decency to show up. Most people in her shoes wouldn’t have.” My stepmother, looking properly scolded, excuses herself from the table, only coming back after my father goes to find her for the toasts and first dance. We finally make it through all the pageantry of that, and I’m just counting the minutes for when we can escape.
“I’m really glad you’re not into this—this is bloody awful,” Jasper whispers into my ear, glancing around at the ostentatious decor. Chandeliers and gilded columns, gold flecked everything. It’s all too much for me.
“My father will be happy to know that he won’t have to pay for this whole thing again. I can see the appeal to some, just not me. Like I said, I’m more of a JP and whisky girl.”
“You’ve got good taste, Fanny.”
The band starts playing again, making it nearly impossible to talk. At least they’re really good. Old school blues band. The choice shocked the hell out of me really. Makes me wonder if there’s been a mistake. This group is way too cool for the likes of Bethany and Adam. When they start playing “I’ll Take Care of You,” Jasper takes my hand, pulling me onto the dance floor and into his arms. Pressed in tight, swaying side to side, his scent surrounding me, my hand clutched to his chest, the couple on the stage singing soulfully to one another, and this song just became foreplay. My lips find the small bare patch of skin right above his collar. Just that brief contact is enough to add fuel to the fire already beginning to burn inside me. Jasper’s arms tighten around me, closing all space in between us, the bulge in his dress pants telling me I’m not the only one effected. The moment the song ends, Jasper leads me off the dance floor, right past our table, and out of the Grand Ballroom.
“Jasper, where are we going?” Thankfully I have long legs and can easily keep up with his carpet-eating strides. He stops abruptly, still not answering me. I nearly collide right into his back, but he moves us into a small storage room before I do. Table linens of every color line the shelves.
“You’ve been teasing me since the moment you opened the door tonight looking like sin. You know that, right?” Jasper rasps out.
“I have?”
“Aye. Ya have.” With each of his steps forward I take one back. I’m not sure why. Him giving this little bit of chase excites me though. Like a lion stalking his prey. When my back hits one of the racks behind me, he grins slyly. “Now where you gonna go, love?”
“Nowhere.” Is that my voice? All breathy. He hasn’t even touched me yet. But I know what he’s capable of. The pleasure he can bring me to.
“Good girl.”
Without breaking eye contact, he runs a hand from the curve of my knee up the back of my thigh. “I’ve been wondering all night what you have on underneath here.” When his hand skims over my bare ass his eyes close briefly. “Told ya. Dressed for sin.” His bright blue eyes turn a color that has no name when his hand travels around my hip to dip into the front of my lace thong finding me wet. “Mmmm. Are you wet because you know I’m going to fuck you in here, where no one can walk in and find us while there’s a wedding going on out there, Fannin?”
His question swirls around in my mind the same as his finger does around my clit. Around and around making me stupid with lust. Need. I whimper when he stops his circling. “I asked you a question, love.” He nips my bottom lip, his beard tickling my mouth.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” His finger slides through my wetness languidly, like we have all the time in the world. As if he’s toying with me.
“Yes to everything. But especially to you fucking me in here. Right now.” And I do mean right now because I’m about to come apart just from his fingers lightly grazing over all the places I want more of them.
I’m rewarded for my answer with two fingers inside of me, curling against that magic spot I think I’m going to name “Jasper.” I can’t hold back my moan when he alternates between scissoring and stroking.
“Shhhh, you’re gonna get us caught.” He’s not very convincing, especially because he repeats the same move, the one that made me moan to begin with. It’s enough to make me come, riding his fingers and biting my lip to keep from crying out like I want to. “Such a pretty thing,” Jasper murmurs.
I can feel his gaze on me as I shamelessly ride out my orgasm against his palm. On a sated, euphoric cloud, I slump back against the shelf, watching him from heavy eyes as he pulls his hand from under my skirt while the other releases him from his trousers, dropping them just enough to free his cock. Sliding the hand I just rode over himself, he coats his erection with my come. It’s enough to make me come again just watching. Seriously though, watching Jasper is like watching my very own in-the-flesh porn.
His head falls forward against my shoulder. Even as I can feel him stroking himself, he groans. “I don’t have a condom, love.”
“You mean you didn’t have this planned?” I tease, pushing him back, just enough for me to fall to my knees in front of him.
“Oh, I planned on fucking you. I just thought I’d be able to wait till we got back to your place.”
The last word falls off on a grunt as I take him into my mouth. Jasper’s hands immediately bury in my hair. I love that he loves my untamable tresses. I swirl and tease him with my tongue the same as he did with his skillful fingers. Over and under, up and down the length, cupping his balls, I take him in as far as I can, making him hiss. “Fanny, you’re going to make me come if you do that one more time. I can feel your throat close around my cock. Makes me want to explode.” With a fistful of hair, he pulls me back then guides me back down, at a slower pace than I had been going. I let him think he’s in charge for a couple passes, and then, with my hands on his ass, I pull him to me, gagging myself on his length. Jasper lets me do it twice before he lets out a litany of cuss words I’m not sure are English and gives me a tap to my cheek as warning. Not wanting to let up, I open wider and let him fuck my mouth. He’s gentle, yet not, as I can feel his cock swell and then burst. I swallow him down just like the other day. Another first for me and I like it. A lot. Once I’ve licked him clean, he helps me to my feet, straightening both of our clothes.
“You’re amazing, love, you know that? This mouth of yours was made for fucking,” He runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “And your lipstick isn’t even smeared.”
“Lipsense. It’s made for blowjobs I think.”
We both burst out laughing.
“Now that’s marketing I can get behind.”
I hear voices in the hall. “We better get back. I just want to grab my purse and then we can go.”
“Aye. I think it’s time.”
“Do you want to go to the bathroom and wash up?” I point down to his hand. The one that only minutes ago was covered in my lady juices.
“Nah. I think I’ll go find the groom. You know, shake his hand and congratulate him again.” He smiles devilishly. “Think he’ll recognize the smell of your pussy all over me?”
A strangled laugh slips past my lips. “Umm, probably not.”
“Only one way to find out. Come on, love.”
Porn. My very own Porn. Because who the fuck else would shake another man’s hand with come all over his fingers but a porn star? And just like that, I fall a little bit in love with Jasper James.