Page 22 of Fractured

He leans forward and sucks my protruding lip into his mouth, running his tongue along the plumpness before biting down. He deepens the kiss and finally pulls his cock almost all the way out. Both hands are on my hips now, pinning me against the wall. His inward thrust is just as slow as when he pulls out. The tempo of his thrusts maintains a lazy rhythm. It’s intimate. Way too fucking intimate, which is something I don’t do. I want to fight him, beg him to fuck me hard and fast.

I know he wouldn’t listen though. This is what he wants. He wants to force me out of my comfort zone, to make me experience something I never have before. He’s trying to burn himself into my essence so I believe I can’t live without him. And I’m fucking letting him…

He breaks the kiss, moving to the sensitive area right below my ear. I sigh, releasing the building tension trying to keep me from enjoying his cock. “Good girl,” he purrs in my ear, leaning his head against mine in yet another show of intimacy. The whole experience is bordering on lovemaking, which makes me feel sorry for him. I’m not capable of love. But I sure as fuck will wring every orgasm he has to offer until he’s too used up.

“Let’s get you out of your head, shall we?” I nod in agreement. I need help with getting my thoughts to quiet down. In, in, in, in, will he ever fucking finish thrusting in? I’ll never come like this. Hard, fast, brutal fucking will get me out of my head. Maybe a hard slap and harsh choking. Not this pussy slow bullshit.

“Eyes back on your guard. Are you watching him?” Jasper’s voice is getting raspy. At least one of us is enjoying ourselves. I’m too busy breaking down over a self-identity crisis. Too many new emotions have been introduced over the last few days.

Instead of focusing on the wall divider a few feet away, I shift my gaze to Vander. He’s closed the distance between us from the last time I looked. Tension thrums through him, fists still balled up. It’s clear he’s still at war with himself, but concern is also shining in his eyes. I might not have been constantly watching him, but the same can’t be said for him. He hasn’t stopped watching me. I wouldn’t be surprised if he watched each and every spanking from around the corner.

He knows I’m about to lose myself. Can see that I’ve become fractured inside.

“You want to fuck him, don’t you?” Jasper questions as he bottoms out. I swear I’ve already admitted it, but I nod my head in answer nonetheless. It’s become the only way I can communicate. Words are lost to me. “Have you seen him without any of his clothes? I bet you’ve fantasized about him fucking you. Was it while you were masturbating? Or was it with the last disappointing fuck you had? Was it him you pictured while trying to get yourself off instead of the man you were riding?” He doesn’t pause to give me time to answer his questions. There’s confidence behind each one, giving an air of him already knowing the answers. He just wants to get me out of my head like he said. And it’s working.

Flashes of our morning training flit across my mind. Vander shirtless. His muscles rubbing against me as our slick bodies run through a move. I moan with the thought and Jasper continues. “Do you like having him watch you? Do you enjoy watching how hard his cock gets for you, wishing he was the one plunging balls deep inside of you?” Jasper snaps his hips forward, breaking the pace he’s set with a harsh thrust. I suck in a sharp breath and Vander steps forward. I’m almost certain he can’t hear what Jasper is saying, but there’s just enough doubt that I can’t be sure. The fire in his gaze and ragged breathing add to my doubt. But it could be the live porn show in front of him too.

“Jasper,” I beg. I just haven’t decided if I’m begging for him to continue or to shut up.

“Someday we’ll grant his wish. He’ll be balls deep in you. It’s going to be rough the first time he gets his hands on you. He’s been holding back his desire for way longer than you realize. He’s been waiting for you to find yourself, and now that you have, you’ve finally noticed him back…” Jasper pauses as Vander hisses. He’s taken a few more steps toward us, and I know he had to have heard Jasper’s last few words.

“That first time will be violent. You’ve already lit his fuse, and he’s primed to explode. He won’t be able to hold back, but I know you’ll love every moment of it.” My pussy flutters around his cock. I’m getting close to coming. Something I swore was impossible with how slowly he’s thrusting. “Once he burns out his frustrations, that’s when we’ll both take you at the same time. You’ll be surrounded by us, unable to move away. He’ll be fucking your tight cunt, and I’ll fill your pert ass.” His finger runs between my cheeks and presses against my tight hole.

I moan on the cusp of finding my release. Vander is gripping his cock, squeezing it to find some kind of relief. The slow thrusts have built me toward the edge in a way I’ve never experienced before, and Jasper’s dirty talk is next level. He leans closer to me and whispers in my ear. “When you come, I want you to scream out your guard’s name.”

The idea of screaming out Vander’s name while someone else is fucking me, sends me over the edge. I’m so consumed with the pleasure, it steals my breath. My whole body clenches and I curl into Jasper, holding onto him tightly. He holds me just as fiercely. “God fucking damn it,” he swears as my pussy clenches down on him and doesn’t let go. It sends him over the edge too, and he pumps his seed deep inside. I’m clenching on him so tightly, I can feel each spurt of his cum as he fills me up and overflows.

My chest hurts with not being able to breathe, and yet my orgasm refuses to let up. Vander watches me with rapture, not wanting to miss a single second. With a rush of relief, my body relaxes and I suck in a much-needed breath of air. The respite only lasts a second before the orgasm continues rolling through my body, spasms wrack through me and I’m finally able to scream out my pleasure. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Vander, yes! Fucking, yes!”

His eyes go round and the muscles on his forearm ripple as he strangles his cockhead through his pants. After the shock passes, he turns on his heel and storms from the room. The door bangs so hard against the wall when he throws it open, I’d be surprised if it’s not cracked.

I’m floating on clouds with the dopamine release. It floods my system, finally giving me the same high that I got after killing Scott.

Jasper and I nuzzle into each other at the same time. His cock is softening, but he still gives me a few more thrusts trying to make the pleasure last a little longer. After a moment, he pulls out and we both give a disgruntled sigh. I hate feeling empty.

The dopamine has me too lifted to frown though, so when he pulls back to look at me, I have a real smile splitting my face. I’ve seen it before. It’s a manic expression, not like my practiced smile, but I can tell Jasper appreciates it. He brushes back the wet strands of hair stuck to my forehead, gazing at me with adoration.

There’s an added gleam to the sparkle in his ice-blue eyes. It’s in this moment that I finally realize what’s happening between us. Like calls to like…

There’s no doubt in my mind that he hides a darkness inside just like me. They call to each other, and I shudder to think of what things will look like if we ever let them out to play at the same time.

ten

Jasper walks me out, and we find Vander waiting in the town car. It’s already running and he has a fierce scowl marring his features. Reaching my door, I pause and turn toward Jasper. His smile lacks the gorgeous dimples and his eyes are cold again. He’s getting ready to put his own mask back on since I’m leaving.

“I’ll see you soon, Little Bird,” he tells me as he grips my chin. He tilts my head up and places a chaste kiss. The warmth of his lips disappear just as fast as it arrived. Like a gentleman, he opens my door and I climb inside. The door shuts without another word and he walks back inside the shooting range without a backward glance.

I shift on the seat, trying to find a comfortable way to sit. My ass is sore from the punishment Jasper gave me. “You’re late for the meeting with your dad,” Vander says angrily, like he’s blaming me.

I can’t help rolling my eyes. It’s not like I’ve never been late for a meeting before. Plus, we’ll be discussing the partnership opportunities with Farrow Corp—the company Grayson’s father owns. Yet another old family company who used their last name. Men back then had to see their bloodline continue on in any method possible. That and the undeniable narcissistic need to see their own name on everything.

“I think the shooting range is my new favorite place,” I say, ignoring his statement.

Vander releases a sharp exhale through his nose and cranks the volume on “The Real Slim Shady” by Eminem. Seems like someone needs an injection of dopamine like I got. I’m still riding the high, so I ignore Vander’s pissy attitude. Hopefully he gets over it before my high wears off.

My foot taps to the beat, but for the most part, I tune out the music. I allow my thoughts to wander as my hand slips into my purse. Once I have the cool metal in hand, my thumb rubs circles around the watch face.

I run through the entire interaction with Jasper, each delicious moment, and find him to be full of shit. He called me “little bird” so many times because I never gave him my name. It was a tactical decision on my part. But for someone who claims to have found something he won't give up, he sure didn’t get any information about me. He doesn’t know who I am, where to find me, or how to get in contact.

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