A/N I do not own Twilight, I am just helping to release a bit of sexual frustrations. The song for Carlisle and Esme's reunion is called "Assassin's Tango" by John Powell, it can be found on the Mr and Mrs Smith soundtrack (another story that I do not own). Much love, respect, and admiration to my beta Changed_by_Edward, if you have yet to read her fic "Ascension" run and read as soon as you are done here. I hope that you enjoy our final reunions, I know I did.
I hung back with Carlisle to make sure that he made it to our destination in one piece. I also needed some time to calm down from the emotional ride. It was hard enough dealing with my own arousal at what was waiting for me. When I was stuck in that truck with everyone's emotions, I was very close to losing control in front of all of them.
"I think that we are here." Carlisle's voice snapped me back to reality. "The address matches. Let's get these bikes in the garage and find these naughty ladies." Pulling in, we noticed two envelopes. Carlisle opened his and took off through the door.
I opened mine and it read, "There is a bottle on the table, bring it back out here."
Not one to argue, I went inside to find said bottle. "I wonder what is in here and why the label was torn off?" When I walked back into the garage, I could feel Alice's arousal before I could see her. Looking up, I saw her draped on the seat of my bike. She had on a white button down shirt, red plaid skirt, and thick black "fuck-me" boots. Her hand slid down her body and over the top of the skirt before revealing that she was not wearing anything underneath.
"Would you like to go for a ride?" she purred while rubbing her core. I was next to the bike just as she turned the key in the ignition. "If you ride bitch, I will ride you." I hopped on behind her as she quickly pulled the bike out of the garage and into the night.
Alice was in control as I reached around and put my hands up her skirt. I could feel her moisture pooling onto the seat. She revved the engine causing one of my fingers to slide into her core. She moaned in pleasure, leaning her head back against my shoulder. I took the lobe of her ear between my teeth, biting down. I began rubbing her clit with my thumb as I continued thrusting my finger inside of her. I added another finger as I slid my free hand up her shirt to massage her nipple. I pinched it between my thumb and forefinger, eliciting a moan from her lips. She pushed her butt back against my erection and wiggled her hips while she arched her back. She grabbed my hand from her breast and brought my finger to her lips, placed it in her mouth, and massaged it with her tongue. She nibbled hard before sliding it out of her mouth.
"Grab the throttle," she whispered into my ear. "Try not to wreck and enjoy the ride."
I leaned forward and reached for the throttle, pressing myself against her back. Her hands slid behind her back tugging at the waistband on my jeans. She opened the button and slowly slid the zipper down. Going commando had its rewards as my erection sprung between us. She leaned forward, pressing herself against the gas tank. Her legs slid off the pegs and rode up so that her ankles were on my thighs. My erection slipped easily between her moist lips. I concentrated on not breaking the handlebars as she drove my shaft into her, plunging me deep into her core. She leaned forward, exposing everything except my head, only to ram herself back against me. I hit the throttle and she increased her tempo. The sensation of her warmth and the cool air whipping by was intoxicating. I felt her muscles start to clench and I sent a wave of calm over her. I was not about to end the ride just yet.
I punched the engine just enough to get the momentum I needed to let go of the handlebars and grab her hips, pull out of her, and flip her around so that she was facing me. The startled look on her face was quickly replaced by one of pure seduction. Wrapping her legs around my waist, she slid down until I was filling her completely. Her hands became entwined in my hair pulling my face to her. Our lips crashed together in a kiss of passion while I struggled to keep my eyes on the road. There was nothing gentle about what we were doing. It was just pure animalistic lust. She was thrusting against me at vamp speed. Her nails dug into my back as her legs clamped down around my body. I could tell that she was close and this time I was going to let her go. I was past calming anyone. My own need was too much for me to bear. I took my hand and wrapped it around her waist so I could increase the tempo until I could feel that we were both going over the edge. My shaft quivered as her muscles clenched around me. She was shaking when she collapsed against me, clutching for stability.
"Holy... hell... Jasper... that... was... amazing," she managed between unneeded gasps.
"Ready for round two, darlin'?" After the sexual frustration from earlier in the day, we could have done this ten times in a row and I still would have been ready.
"As much fun as that sounds, we really need to get back and get dressed. We wouldn't want to piss off the Madame."
She started to move but I pulled her tight against my chest. "You don't get to move during the ride back if I am going to have to be in a room with the others."
"Yes, sir," she said, smiling, and then she clenched her muscles around my still erect member, causing a growl to rumble from my chest.
Last door on the right. Madame Esme.
That was all the note said. I made my way up the stairs and down the long hallway. From the noises that I heard throughout the house, I could tell that all of my children were accounted for. When I pushed open the door, I could see the soft glow of a hundred candles. "The Assassin's Tango" began playing as I stepped into the room. Esme stepped out from behind the curtain of our balcony with a light breeze blowing through her hair. She was wearing a tight black dress with a low-cut neckline and a slit in the side that exposed her hipbone. My breath caught in my throat as she gracefully approached me, pulled my body against hers, and began our dance. We made our way around the room moving effortlessly with the sultry music.
Esme lead us back towards the center of the room. I didn't even notice the chair that was there until she elegantly put me in it. Perfectly in sync with the music, she seductively pulled my arms behind the chair and used a silk scarf to secure them in place.
"Don't rip this, love. It's one of my favorites." Her breath against my ear made my body stiffen. She leaned over me and let her hands run down my chest and into my lap. She slipped her hands down my inner thigh before coming back up to stroke the seam of my pants. "Tonight you will do as I say and I will do as I wish. Understood?" She wasn't rough, but she made it clear who was in control.
"Tonight I am Madame Esme and you shall address me as such, understood? Cooperation shall be rewarded." She began massaging my erection through my pants. Her hands started a slow ascent towards my abdomen and up my chest. Her nails dug into my chest as she flicked her wrist and shredded my shirt. The ripped pieces of fabric fluttered to the floor and she whispered, "It's time that someone else was in control," into my ear. Her breath against my neck sent shivers down my spine.
"Now I want you to just feel," she said while wrapping another silk scarf around my head, covering my eyes. She cinched it in place with a single knot at the back of my head. Her skilled hands made their way to my shoulders and kneaded them, forcing me to relax. "I want you to feel everything that I am doing to you," she said while pressing her body against my back. I could feel her erect nipples against my bare shoulder blades. Her hands moved down to massage my biceps while she whispered, "Concentrate on my touch." She ran her hands through my hair and massaged my scalp with her nails. "My voice." Her breath tickled my ear while she continued, "My smell." Her scent was an intoxicating mix of lilacs and honeysuckle, relaxing yet seductive.
"Relax, love, this will be warm," she said as I felt a warm sensation on my shoulders. I smelled the aroma of pineapple, honeysuckle, orange, and orchid as Esme slowly worked the oil into my very relaxed muscles. She leaned the chair back and I felt the heat run down my chest. Her hands worked slowly, kneading, and then she pinched my nipple between her thumb and forefinger. A low moan escaped my lips and my erection grew.
"You like a little pain, love?" she asked with her mouth against my jaw line, her breasts firmly pressed against my back.
"Mmmm," My brain could not form a complete sentence as her hands began grazing down my sides and her fingers lightly traced my hipbones. One of her fingers lingered at the button of my slacks while she walked around to stand in front of me. I felt both of her hands on my hips as she slid her body down in between my legs. I felt her soft lips as she lightly kissed below my belly button. She then continued to trail her tongue down until she reached the waistband of my pants. Her fingers worked the button skillfully. I heard the zipper descending and felt my pants open while her lips devoured any new flesh that was exposed. She raised my legs and completely removed my pants to find I was wearing nothing underneath.
"I like a man who can get straight to the point," she whispered against my thigh. She was running her nails from my calf to the back of my knee, lingering at that sensitive spot. I felt her tongue as she licked the length of my erection from base to tip. She gave my head a slight nibble before she proceeded to focus on my testicles, taking each one into her mouth and caressing them with slow circling motions. I could feel her teeth graze them as she pulled them free from her mouth. A low growl erupted from my chest as her mouth descended on me. The heat and moisture of her mouth caused my erection to jump and my arms to test the frail fabric holding them in place. I wanted to run my fingers through her thick glorious hair and praise her for the masterpiece she was creating.
Her free hand reached up and pushed on my arm to let me know she wanted me to relax and enjoy her tongue stroking the sensitive spot at the base of my head. I felt her pinch my left nipple as she nibbled my most sensitive skin. The combined sensations were causing me to focus all of my attention on her skilled hands and mouth. She was keeping a slow pace. Her mouth descended all the way to my base before moving back up and nearly releasing me completely. The feel of the cool night air mixing with the moisture from her mouth had me panting. When she began to pick up her pace, I heard a slight tear of fabric secondary to the tension in my body. She brought her mouth to the tip of my head and released me, which caused my member to fling back and smack against my stomach. The pain was pleasurable and I growled at the absence of her mouth. I heard the rustling of fabric and I felt her straddling my legs. Then our lips melted together. I kissed her with the passion of a dying man taking his last breath while I inhaled her intoxicating scent. Our tongues moved in a perfect dance to the music playing in the background. If there were ever two lovers built for this dance, it was my Esme and me.
Her hand slid between our legs and slid me effortlessly into her wetness. She moaned softly against my lips. Her hand was in my hair pulling while she began lifting herself up and slowly making her way back down. I could feel every muscle in her body between the blindfold and the slow descent she was making. My hips bucked up against her wanting to be fully sheathed in her again. She simply kept up her slow, sensual torture, prolonging the moment and intensity. Her lips moved down my jaw line as I feathered kisses on the parts of her face I could reach. Her tongue was trailing down my neck following what would be my vein until she got to my nipple and she took it into her mouth and sucked until it hardened between her teeth. Her pace began to pick up and I felt her muscles begin to tighten. Our hips moved to the sensual rhythm of "The Assassin's Tango." Suddenly, the tempo increased and we collided together with added fervor. Her muscles began to spasm and I could feel her arching back and tightening her thighs against mine. I could feel my eruption building with hers and I wanted nothing more than to have my hands on her hips so I could control the tempo of our final release.
That one word was all I needed. My hands shredded the thin scarf holding them back and my hands were on her waist in an instant. I was plunging deep inside her and pulling her mouth to mine. One final thrust and I felt her clamp down as the warmth and wetness increased, causing my own sweet release. My body was still numb as Esme collapsed on top of me nuzzling her nose into the crook of my neck.
"You owe me a new scarf," she panted.
I replied, "I will buy hundreds of these scarves if this is how I get to break them each time."
She lifted her head and looked at me with a seductive smile on her lips. "Buy five and we will see how long it takes for you to obey my rules."
My hands knotted into her hair as I pulled her lips to mine.
"We must get dressed, my love. Our guests will be arriving shortly."
"Guests? Esme Cullen, what are you talking about?"
She flashed me a wicked grin before saying, "We are having a Masquerade Ball."
I am patiently waiting for reviews. I have had the most requests for these two pairings, I hope that I did them the justice they deserve. Let me know what you thought good, bad, or ugly. I have stolen Jasper to use his abilities to occupy myself as I wait. Let me know if you want me to write the ball.