Page 19 of Fractured

“Is that all you want to use me for?” he questions with a narrowed brow.

I open my mouth, a refusal of there being anything else on the tip of my tongue. Men don’t like being told they aren’t the center of your focus, especially right before sex. His finger presses against my lips, sealing the lie away before it can escape.

“There’s something here between us, Little Bird. I’m not arrogant enough to ignore the fact that the air around us is electrified. I may not know what kind of instant attraction is at work here, but I’m willing to explore it. I can give you the world, or I can take it away. The one defining factor of which way this will go is whether or not you lie to me. You and I? We will always speak the harsh truth to each other. Now rethink your answer.” His nostrils flare and he slides his hand up to grip my neck. It forces my head to tilt back so he can easily stare into my eyes.

My mouth suddenly feels dry, and I have to squeeze my thighs together. Fuck he is so insanely hot. Why does my body betray me when a man tries to sexually gain control over me. I want to bark a laugh in his face at telling me he can give me the world. It’s such a cheesy line. Something you tell a basic bitch to get them to spread their legs. But for some reason… I believe him. I really do get a sense from him that he will be brutally honest with me no matter what. He isn’t the type to blow smoke up someone’s ass.

He wants me to show him my real self, and he’s asking me while letting me see who he really is. “Five minutes of lust flaming between us and you already want to promise me the world?” I raise an eyebrow and tilt my head, showing him just how much I don’t believe him.

The hand resting by my head on the wall moves to travel down my body. Goosebumps follow the path he paves as his fingertips run over my collarbone and down my breast, peaking the tip and continuing down my stomach and cresting my hip before traveling down my thigh. His strong hand grips my thigh, lifting my leg, and placing it over his hip as he leans his weight into my body.

All the while he holds eye contact. It starts to make me weary. Most people look away after holding it for this long. Not Jasper. He isn’t like everyone else. “If I see something I want, I won’t fuck around with making it mine. You aren’t like everyone else. I won’t let you go unless you make me.” It’s like his thoughts mirror my own. We can both see it. And he’s not wrong. There is something sparking between us. Normally I try to be subtle about soothing the craving my lust sends through me. But not with him. In this case, I barreled right into being upfront about wanting to fuck him.

You know what… maybe I should be honest with what else I want from him. Maybe it will make this freak back off. Full honesty after five minutes of hot as fuck shooting together. Heh. As if.

“I want you to fuck me where my guard can watch,” I challenge, certain he will change his mind about wanting me. I keep my voice low, wanting to make sure Vander doesn’t overhear my confession. I don’t like how much control it feels like Jasper’s taken in this situation. We aren’t fucking yet. He doesn’t get to command my emotions.

“Oh I know, Little Bird. I saw the thrill cross your eyes when you locked gazes with him. I just wanted to see if you’d admit it,” he says in a low voice mirroring my own. He gives a slight thrust of his hips, sending his hard as fuck cock into my core that is now lined up perfectly. I study his gaze even closer, trying to find the same answers he apparently finds in my own eyes.

“So, are you going to give me what I want?” I question.

He smirks at me before answering. “Only if you give me what I want first.”

I let out an exasperated sigh. He isn’t making this easy on me. I’m not in the habit of making business negotiations before earning my orgasm. “And what would that be?” For anyone else I’d put a coy tone into my inflection, but for him I don’t.

“I want you to say you recognize the spark between us and you’ll explore it further with me,” he responds after an exaggerated pause. During the moment of quiet, I hear the only other shooter here exit through the door Vander is guarding. We’re all alone now, which fits my new agenda perfectly.

With a slight lean forward, I run my nose along his and whisper against his lips. “You know the perfect way for us to start exploring it?” My hands run up his chest as I enjoy the ridges of muscles he’s hiding underneath his shirt. It doesn’t take long before I’m trailing the tips of my fingers down his abs and to the belt buckle blocking my way to the golden prize.

He grips my hands in his hold, halting my progress. “So, is this a yes?” he says while cocking his head to the side. Always studying me for the truth.

“Yes, yes. Fine. But only if you aren’t shit at getting me off. Now fuck me so we can see if you ignite the spark or smother it.” He releases my hands to resume opening his pants and in the same moment his lips crash against mine. The kiss is rough and demanding. His tongue doesn’t ask for permission, it sweeps into my mouth with determination, coaxing all my attention as his hands grip my head to tilt it just the way he wants.

I find myself relaxing into his grip, following his lead as he devours my mouth. His lips claim mine, leading my tongue in a dance where he’s in control. It’s all consuming.

Seconds or minutes, for however long we’ve been kissing, his hands trail down my body and remove mine from his half opened pants. It’s embarrassing how his kiss completely distracted me from my goal. He lifts my hands until they are pinned above my head, crossed at the wrists, as he kisses a trail to my ear. “Keep these here, Little Bird. I’ll have you coming in no time.” He keeps his voice low so Vander doesn’t over hear.

It’s difficult to keep my hopes from rising. Grayson was promising in the beginning too. But I want this to be the real deal, to have found someone who can command my body into doing whatever they want…

Jasper stares at me expectantly, and it only takes me a moment to realize what he wants. “Yes, sir,” I moan out in excitement. My nipples pebble even tighter, straining to escape my bra. His hands leave my wrists and follow the curves of my body until he reaches the bottom of my shirt.

I’m surprised when he doesn’t whip it over my head, instead his fingers dance along my skin until he reaches the bottom of my bra and lifts it over my breasts, freeing them to his touch. “Let’s give your man a show without showing him much at all, shall we?” I nod my head in agreement, enjoying the idea of giving Vander the ultimate tease. I just have to hope it doesn’t backfire on me again.

Jasper cups my tits in a firm hold, running his thumbs in circles around my nipples before massaging the globes until he’s pulling on the peaked tips. A delicious twinging pain shoots through my nipples traveling all the way to my clit. I’m unable to hold back my moan as I tilt my head back against the wall, relishing in the pleasure.

He lets out a light chuckle. “I knew my Little Bird would enjoy some pain with her pleasure. Don’t worry, we’ll explore that the more we get to know each other.” His promise sends my heart into an erratic rhythm. Some kind of emotion I can’t name is the cause. Could it be possible he’s created anticipation or a new form of excitement?

With each pinch and tug of my nipples, an ache amplifies in my pussy. I need him to fill me, to stretch me full. But I also know if I demand he fulfill my desires, he’ll draw things out even longer just for daring to top from the bottom. Jasper feels like the real deal. I’m not sure how Grayson was able to fool me, but I learned from it, and I’ll make sure he pays for it too.

I find myself arching my back into his touch, my body begging for him to never stop. His eyes light with pleasure the more I pant and mewl at the most basic of bases being covered. Jasper isn’t left unaffected by his ministrations either. The cock he grinds against me is straining to sink itself into my soaking depths. That alone is a testament to his control. It’s then I see it.

The most gorgeous dimples appear in his cheeks, showing off just how sincere his smile is. Holy shit. I’d kill to see his smile permanently turned in my direction. This man has unarmed me, unlocked all the chains I keep myself protected with. And only after knowing me for a fraction of time. I don’t believe in soul mates, but in this moment, he’s making me question the possibility.

Warm lips make a warpath down my neck as he bends down to breathe moist heat over my nipple through my shirt. The heat instantly leaches from the fabric giving my nipple a taste of temperature play. He does the same thing to my other nipple before latching his mouth on the sensitive nub. I feel the muted flicks of his tongue toying with my nipple before swirling it around the tip and nipping with his teeth. Fuck! If only I could experience the joys he offers without my shirt in the way.

“Next time, Little Bird,” he replies as if he can hear my thoughts. He lifts my shirt as high as it can go without showing my tits, then his mouth continues its descent. He licks, nips, and kisses his way along my stomach as he sinks to his knees. I just barely resist the urge to run my fingers through his dirty blond locks. His fingers lightly scratch along the same path his lips took until he reaches the button of my pants.

With torturously slow movements, he pops the button and slides the zipper down. Then, he slowly exposes my sheer thong like he’s unwrapping a sacred present. Without missing a beat, his lips trace my hips and the top of my panties. Taking his time, each movement is a reverent worship of my body.

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