“Now you pretend that it’s me who is between your legs and not your fingers?”
I open my eyes suddenly and stare at him.
“Fuck your fingers and answer my question.”
My hand goes in and out slowly, it feels fucking good. It’s dirty and perverted and so different from the reserved version of me. I became another person under the thumb of all the shit that surrounds me, so I allow myself the luxury of feeling dirty and free to take what I want.
-Yeah. I was thinking of you. I’m always thinking about you.
A soft, satisfied smile appears on his lips. Everything about him is so hypermasculine, hard and dominant but loving at the same time. Jasper always makes me feel like he’ll catch me when I fall. He always has.
-Do you want to come?
“Yes,” I gasp, still inserting my fingers with desire.
-Pity. -He chuckles. He laughs , damn it . Put your pants back on and wait.
I let out a loud moan and hit my head against the seat. I instantly cross my legs to relieve the wave of pleasure that surges inside me.
Like I was going to strangle him. Turn it off.
But it does not work. Every nerve ending is firing. All I see is Jasper. I’ve never been so fucking turned on in my life.
“That’s just cruel.” Aren’t you so uncomfortable?
He shrugs, too pleased with himself.
-Yeah. Although it’s no worse than watching you date losers for years.
I make fun of that.
“You’re a masochist.”
He doesn’t even flinch.
“I think a therapist suggested that once.
“Or you just secretly hate me.” -With a trembling hand, I take the leggings that I want to wear so much. Even running the fabric over my skin is going to drive me crazy. It’s only going to make me hornier.
“Trust me, Sunny. I don’t hate anything about you. But I do hate that you talk about him while touching yourself.
“I don’t… The lion hunt.”
He winks at me. A playful, handsome and fucking infuriating wink .
-I hate you.
He clicks his tongue and lowers his head a little, causing his thick hair to ruffle. He’s not wearing a hat today.
“You mentioned it this morning. For some reason I don’t care that much. You’ll back out when I make you cum so hard you can’t even walk.
I sigh, wanting to push away the memory that I have, in fact, already said that today. I said it and immediately thought it wasn’t true.
That I loved him instead. I know I love him.
But I still have a hard time believing that he can love me the same way.
-It is dark. Let’s stop here again to spend the night. Jasper turns on the light to turn toward Rose Hill, his voice bleeding tiredness. We’re only a few hours from home, but he’s right. It is dark and our conversation has fallen into a weary calm after ten hours of travel.
I can only think about sex.
How I went from dancing so rigorously and working so many hours that barely crossed my mind to being wild about it is truly a wonder to behold.
I decide that from now on I will refer to this phenomenon as The Jasper Gervais Effect.
He will edge you for a day and turn you into a happy desperate whore! That could be your slogan.
Right now I am living, twisted, tense proof of that.
When we return to the Rose Hill Inn, we park on the tree-lined side of the parking lot to accommodate the empty RV behind us.
Suddenly I’m desperate for fresh air. The truck smells too much like mint and eucalyptus. I’m also nervous and agitated and…
-Where do you think you are going? Jasper’s voice interrupts me as I reach for the doorknob to escape the suffocating sexual tension between us.
I startle and look back at him.
-Out. I raise a thumb over my shoulder.
-No way. I think we’ve waited long enough. He gestures with his finger and grabs my sweater, gently pulling me towards him. With a heavy sigh, I climb onto the center console and straddle his lap, just like that day at the track.
His fingers run up the sides of my face, over my cheekbones, hooking in my hair and pushing it back behind my ears.
“You have no idea how charming you are.” What you distract me from. “How much I liked watching you follow my instructions all day,” he murmurs, looking over each of my features as his rock-hard cock enters my ass. I want to try again. No hurries. Nowhere. No car accidents. Just you and me. His voice is so soft, his hands so tender.
“Just you and me,” I whisper.
“I want your eyes on mine when you cum in my lap.” He takes my head gently and I let my lips fall on his hungrily. His arms of steel wrap around me. They surround me in such a perfect way. They make me feel so safe. So dear.
I melt against him. My hands run over his chest, his throat, his hair. Playing it freely is a pleasure.
When he pulls away, he takes off my pants, one leg at a time. Then he takes off my underwear. He strips me naked and soaks in the view, illuminated only by the glow of the headlights. Every touch of his fingers is reverent, every look is charged.
First he kisses me, and my chest hurts because of his sweetness. Her lips are firm and soft at the same time. As he leans back in his seat, I help him take off his pants, rub his cock and caress his balls, making sure to stick a hand under his shirt to run my fingers over the ballerina he gave me.
“I don’t know how I could have been without you for so long,” he murmurs, brushing my hair behind my ear and cradling my skull. “I never want to be without you again,” he adds, fisting himself and sliding the thick head of his cock through my core.
“You’ll never have to,” I whisper as I kiss him back, trying to match his rawness with mine.
“Promise me.” His eyes lock onto mine and I nod.
-I promise you.
Then he thrusts into me, pushing in just an inch, and my back continues to lean toward him. My body willingly leans under his caresses as he holds me in position, and when I slowly descend his iron girth, feeling every inch of him, he whispers, “Sloane,” in a low voice.