“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” “I yell at him, not wanting to squirm too much in my precarious position.
He turns around with me and the mattress and all the bedding in his tight embrace and takes three long strides towards the bed before gently letting me fall onto the king-size bed.
I sit up and look at him angrily, but he doesn’t pay attention to me. In fact, he turns around, grabs the cot, drags it to the door, and throws it into the hallway with a loud clang. Then he closes the door and goes back to bed.
With a satisfied face.
“Did you hear me, Gervais?” I asked you what the hell you think you’re doing.
He pulls the covers off his side of the bed, a few inches below where I’m lying next to him, and flops onto the bed.
-You’re smiling? My voice is strident now.
“You told me you weren’t going to leave that mattress, Sunny. I’m just trying to respect your wishes.
I punch him in the bicep and he laughs.
Your mood swings are out of control. You know? I lie down again, turning my back to him. I hit my pillow, agitation coating every movement. Everyone talks about women being too emotional. Too hormonal. I’m inclined to think that the problem is men. We women would be fine without all of you screwing us.
I hear him struggle to contain his laughter as I lie on my side, staring at the wall. Silence stretches between us until I wonder if he’s fallen asleep.
“You’re right,” he finally answers.
-I? About what? My brain doesn’t turn on because today we have talked about so many things, discussed so many past things. I don’t even know what I’m right about anymore. Or if I even care about being right.
-All.
I do not answer. I lie next to him in the dark room and think. And I think. And I think. Which leads me to many uncomfortable turns in bed. Because what I think about is his semen dripping down the shower glass. In how his body flexed. How my name sounded on his lips.
What I think bothers me and makes me wish I wasn’t lying next to him. It’s too close and I’ve seen too much. I wish I could turn off. But I do not know how.
“Sloane, are you planning to sleep tonight?” His voice cuts through the silent room. Are you uncomfortable? Do I have to get rid of that shitty mattress for you? I can hear the mockery in his voice.
-I’m very comfortable. Thank you so much.
What I mean is that I’m painfully horny thanks to your little show, but I’m also angry right now.
He giggles, a soft, deep rumble in the darkness. I feel it getting closer.
“Are you very nervous, Sunny?”
I jump when the tip of his finger touches the top of my ear. Run along the outer edge to the lobe. When his touch moves to the side of my neck, light and reverent, I shudder.
I shake my head.
His finger moves down and explores the edge of my collarbone.
“Do you need me to give you a hand?”
I’m about to say no out loud, but his fingers jump to my mouth, pressing my lips and shushing me.
He drops his head to my ear.
“I saw you there looking at me, Sunny. I saw you squeezing your thighs. So fucking needy. His fingers leave my lips and move to play with the thin strap that hangs from my shoulder. Now that I’ve seen it, I can’t stop watching it. It’s a game for me. So I’m going to ask you one more time. Do you need me to give you a hand?
I sigh, dreaming of letting myself give in, even if it’s just for a minute. I want to give in and I told myself I would start taking whatever I wanted.
-I am upset. I’m confused. I’m angry about the state of my life. But I… yes, I want that.
He lowers my strap and kisses my shoulder.
“I know you are.” -I shudder-. But we can be angry together. Because I can’t stand to see his ring on your finger.
I look at my hand crushed on the pillow and reach for the ring, suddenly desperate to take it off, but Jasper’s opposing hand pushes down on my arm before sliding under the black fabric of my tank top.
He touches my chest and pinches my nipple. I thrash against the sheet covering my body and moan.
“I’m going to make you cum, with his ring on, like a last fuck to that asshole. And then you can go back to being angry at the world. I don’t blame you one bit. And when you’re done having your moment, we’ll talk.
I tease, but I don’t bite.
-What does that mean? We will talk ?
His teeth graze my shoulder.
“It means I love you, Sloane.” But I’m complicated. The things I like, the things I want, the way my head works. You are so light and bright. I don’t want to tarnish you. I do not want to hurt you. His teeth sink into my shoulder, and I recoil against him, gasping. More than anything, I don’t want to lose you.
-You will not do it. “I promise you you won’t,” I breathe out, gasping as he twists my nipple hard enough to bring me to the brink of pain.
Jasper laughs, a dark chuckle that promises a lot.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Sloane. I have a special gift for alienating people. They always leave. And they are never so sad to leave me behind.
Is that really what you think? My heart opens wide for him. As usual.
He slides his hand under my tank top and trails it lazily up the side of my body, pushing aside the flimsy sheet as he goes. So cool and confident.
So practiced.
My knees are drawn up in front of me, so he pulls up the hem of my boxers, exposing the curve of my ass, and pats it gently before squeezing it with a quiet moan.
And then he touches me, caresses my center, spreading the wetness he knew there was. He slides it all over my pussy, painting me with my arousal as if he were proving something.
His forehead rests on my shoulder and he moans so deeply that it seems like it hurts to touch me.
“So fucking wet for me,” he says as his lips move up my shoulder and he trails slow kisses down my neck to my ear.
His fingers swirl and press against my clit as he squeezes me firmly, making me moan.
Making me sound so fucking needy.
He sucks on my neck, hard enough to leave a mark.
I’m about to protest, but he instantly steals my breath by inserting two fingers into me. My body arches to welcome him.
“Have you been pretending other people were me all these years?” Same as me? I bet so.
-Oh God. I moan and push against his fingers.
He takes them out and puts them back in, painfully slowly.