Page 37 of Rescued By My Best Friend's Brother

Once home, I follow Jasper inside. He pauses in the entryway and turns to face me. I look up at him, wondering what is going through his mind. “Everything okay?” I ask.

He slowly nods, as if he isn’t sure. “We have the house to ourselves for a few hours.” His eyes brighten behind his glasses, almost as if a spark of his younger self has returned.

I smile. “We do, don’t we.” I know we should talk about what we are to each other and what we should do, but this feels nice, like a couple of teens sneaking around the house. I never got the chance to do this, my foster parents never really cared where I was unless they needed me to watch the other kids. I never had time to have fun like this. Any fun I did have, it was with Josie going out for drinks or parties. A relationship took too much effort, and there had never been anyone who’d kept my interest for long or who I felt connected to, until Bradley.

I erase the last thought from my mind. If I can give myself one day, it will be today. He grabs my hands and pulls me to him. “Let’s make the most of it.” He leans down, giving me a swift kiss, one I wish lasted just a little bit longer. He drags me towards the bedroom.

“Jasper? Are you sure?” I ask, my doubts returning. I just can’t seem to stop them from resurfacing.

He stops pressing my back against the wall and kisses me again. I love the way his lips feel against mine. They are hot with lust, and I savor every bit of it. “What do you think?” he says, not quite pulling his lips away.

I steal another kiss, giving him my answer. He pushes his body into me. I can feel him, all of him against me. Memories of his office and memories of last night flash across my mind, adding to my arousal. Despite this hunger to continue to the bedroom and continue everything we did last night; I also want this to last. I want to experience everything.

He breaks away from me and continues to lead me to his bedroom. He moves towards the bed, but I stop. “I need to go to the restroom first,” I say.

“Sure. Go right ahead.”

I nod and enter his master bathroom. This morning when I woke up, I’d gone to the guest bathroom. I didn’t know if he would want me in his bathroom or not. Although things had changed in our relationship, I still didn’t know what was off-limits and what I have access to.

A double vanity is positioned to the left of the bathroom door. To the right, there is another door, open and revealing a toilet. At the far end, there is a claw foot bathtub, like one seen in those artsy movies. It is large, and I think about soaking in it. It has been a long time since I soaked in a bathtub, and never have I soaked in one so large or nice.

“Want to take a bath together?” Jasper whispers in my ear. Shivers run through me. I didn’t even hear him come up behind me. Was I that out of it?

“Oh no. We—”

He slides past me towards the bathtub. “Why not? I think after last night, a bath is much needed.” He runs the water and pulls the lever to stop the drain. He goes to the cabinets under the twin sinks and pulls out a bath bomb. “Something to help us relax.” He throws it into the water, causing small bubbles to form.

It is hard to argue with Jasper when he is already preparing everything. I take off my clothes, and he does the same. Even after last night, seeing him nude is still a shock to me. He is absolutely gorgeous. My fingers twitch, and I reach forward, touching his skin. He exhales, and I see him starting to grow.

He glances down at the bathwater, a blue color due to the bath bomb. “Let’s get in before I bend you over right now and take you,” he mutters.

A shiver runs down my spine at his threat. It sounds promising, and it seems my body wouldn’t mind that at all.

He steps into the water and sits down. He motions for me to follow. I stick one foot in; the water is hot, but not so much it burns. I bring in the other foot and turn my back to him. His hands wrap around my waist and guide me down. I half-expect him to go ahead and slide inside me, but he doesn’t. He guides me to sit in front of him instead. “Not yet,” he softly speaks into my ear. “There’ll be time for that later.”

He pushes my hair to one shoulder and kisses my spine. “But what about you? I want to pleasure you too.”

He presses his cock against my back as his hand slides around my waist, reaching for my vagina. He uses two fingers to open me and starts massaging my clit. I inhale, feeling a wave of ecstasy blanket me. My body wriggles under his touch. How can it still want more after the night we had?

He starts with slow rotations, hitting the spot only briefly, teasing me. I push into him, holding each side of the tub for support. His other hand reaches up and cups my breast. He moves his fingers around faster. I moan, this time more freely. His hand on my breasts lowers, and his fingers stop massaging and slides into me.

“Jasper,” I yelp.

“You want me to stop?” he asks.

I shake my head. His lips touch my shoulder as he reaches deeper inside me and stops. His other fingers move faster and faster. I straighten my legs in the tub. He nibbles on my neck as I look at the ceiling. Stars burst behind my eyelids as an explosion ripples under my skin.

“Jasper!” I scream through my orgasm.

I collapse into him, my head thrown back against his shoulder. My chest heaves, feeling the aftershocks of my ecstasy.

He kisses my cheek. “I like hearing you scream my name.”

I lift my head and turn around to face him in the bath. His erection is between us and my legs are over his. Having a large bathtub has its benefits. “Should I try to get you to scream mine?” I ask playfully.

He chuckles but immediately stops as I clutch his dick with one hand. I gingerly bring my hand to the head, tracing its edges and ridges. He moans and throws his head back in response. “Elena.”

He pulsates under my touch, telling me without words that he wants more. I release him. “I can stop.”

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