Page 31 of The Beta: Part One

He pops off and his eyes light up, “Really? From just that?”

I nod my head at him and smile, “Yes, Jasper, just from that.”

I can feel his erection digging into my hip and I wonder how far he wants to take this. I know kissing and heavy petting is fine, but I don’t know how okay it would be if he wants to fuck me.

“I can smell you,” he says in a hushed voice.

I nod at him, “You’re doing a very good job,” I tell him, I can see how happy that makes him.

He watches my breasts move with my breathing for a few moments, and I’m watching him breathe in my scent. Then a dark look crosses his face and his voice is a little deeper when he asks his next question, “I want to touch you, between your legs. I don’t know what you like that part of you to be called.”

I want that, too, but… I glance over at Trent.

His expression is even darker than Jasper’s, he can also smell how aroused, how very wet I am. He holds my gaze for longer than Jasper likes because Jasper bends his head and takes my nipple back between his teeth and I gasp.

I suddenly don’t care whether or not Trent has a problem if Jasper puts his hand down my pants and I start naming out words, “Pussy. Cunt. Slit. Those are good words for me, not all women. You can touch anywhere you want.” I’m almost embarrassed by how needy I sound.

Jasper smiles as he releases my nipple, “I don’t care about other women. There’s only you for me.” And before I can properly process that he slowly pushes his hand down the front of my pants.

His fingers are cool against my hot skin and I spread my thighs as far as I can to give him more room. He gently cups the whole of me in his hand and gradually changes his touch until his palm is pressed tightly against me, the heel of his hand rubbing small circles against my swollen clit. I’m starting to pant and he’s watching my face so closely.

He changes tactics again, sliding his fingers between my slick folds and we both groan. I know this is supposed to be exploratory, but my god, he must be naturally talented.

“Fuck, Talia,” he says between clenched teeth, “You’re so wet.” He takes a deep breath, “You smell good, too.”

I’m straining against his hand now, and he’s rubbing my clit in gentle strokes. I can’t take much more.

“Do I get to touch you, too?” I ask him with my eyes closed.

“Later, I’m not finished with you yet,” he says, and I let out a whine when he pulls his hand away from me. He gives me a very dark chuckle and brings his fingers closer to his face and hums in pleasure, “I’ve never wanted this before. But this scent is delicious, I think I’m eventually going to have to taste you.”

My hips buck, “Oh god, Jasper,” I whisper, “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

He laughs softly again and starts to undo my pants and push them down my legs and off, leaving my panties on. He’s looking at them and trailing a finger over the elastic band over my pubic bone, “So different, so soft,” he murmurs before hooking his thumbs in the material and dragging them off.

I’m trying not to feel awkward, but I can tell he definitely wants to look at my pussy, so I let him. I spread my knees wide and let him see everything. I’m fucking soaked, so wet I can feel it on my thighs. I’ve never been wet like this before, not for anyone else.

Jasper lays himself against my side again to kiss me, and he reaches down to continue touching me. He circles my clit again and I pull at his hair and breathe a moan against his lips. Then he plucks it between his finger and thumb and pulls it away from my body. My hips buck up off the mattress and I cry out.

“Too much?” he asks, stroking it soothingly, I shake my head quickly,

“No. Do it again. Please.” I open my eyes in time to see him smile brightly.

He does it a few more times and by the time he stops I’m coming off the bed every time and gasping his name.

He moves his hand to cover me again, pressing against me, and he gives me another of those heartbreaking kisses, allowing my body to calm. He whispers into my ear, “Tell me if I hurt you, I’ve never done this before.”

Then I’m crying out and yanking his hair, clutching my breast tight in my own hand, because he slowly, steadily pushes his fingers inside me as deeply as he can and holds them there, unmoving. I think I stop breathing for a moment.

“Move them, Jasper, move them, like this, fuck,” and I let my breast go and show him how I need him to move his fingers, crooking two of them over and over repeatedly and moving my wrist up and down.

And, holy fuck, he does it.

He does it exactly how I show him, and it feels so fucking good. I rock my hips in time with his fingers and say, “The heel of your hand, god, smash it against my clit,” but he doesn’t comprehend fast enough and I put my hand over his and push it down where I need it.

“You’re going to make me cum, Jasper, oh god, don’t stop” I say, and he groans.

His movement’s come faster and harder, and I’m begging him, “Make me cum, make me cum, make me cum,” over and over again, then he captures my nipple with his teeth again and I scream. My orgasm rushes out of me and soaks his hand, and for a moment the scent is so intense it’s almost suffocating,

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