So I had a few request to expand this quickie. I'm going to give it my best shot. Let me know what you think.
Please be gentle, it's my first time *wink*
Revenge is a dish best served cold.
Oh my God! How could he? I stood there, dumbstruck, taking in the scene in front of me. The love of my life was fucking someone else, IN MY BED! I couldn't move. The pain in my chest was spreading through my body. My pulse was racing, my knees were buckling, and it was hard to breathe. Slowly, I backed out of the room. He never even saw me.
I ran out of the apartment, wandered around the neighborhood aimlessly, trying to get a grip on what I had just seen. And then, the rage set in. That Bastard! How dare he? Well, two can play that game. You know what they say, what's good for the goose…
So I walked to the nearest bar, it shouldn't be hard to find someone to help me get my revenge. O'Brien's was a dive but I didn't really care. I just needed a warm body, someone with potential. And then I saw him. Beautiful, full pouty lips wrapped around a longneck bottle, watching me from the end of the bar. I didn't break eye contact as I glided across the room towards him. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt that showed off his well defined chest, worn but well fitting jeans, and a pair of beat to hell cowboy boots. He had golden blonde hair in waves almost to his shoulders. And as I got closer, I saw the most intense hazel green eyes I think I have ever seen.
Well, yee-haw! I was going to give this cowboy the ride of his life. I slid onto the barstool next to him and ordered myself a couple shots of tequila and a fresh beer for the cowboy. A little liquid courage wouldn't hurt. I stared down at the bar, trying to build up my courage. Finally, I glanced up at him from under my lashes and forced a small smile on my lips, knowing it wasn't reflected in my eyes. He smiled back but remained silent, watching me watch him peel the label off his beer bottle.
"Having a bad night?" he finally spoke.
"You have no idea." I sighed in response.
"Anything I could do to help?"
Was I imagining the mischievous sparkle in his eyes?
I had to laugh. This was way too easy.
"I thought you'd never ask. Distract me?" I replied, breathlessly.
"Your place or mine, darlin'?"
"Yours, if you don't mind." Mine was obviously not an option.
We quickly polished off our drinks, and he led me by the hand out of the bar. Thankfully, he lived just down the street. He opened the door and ushered me into his apartment, and I immediately turned and mashed my lips hard onto his. His hand wrapped around the back of my head, his tongue frantically exploring my mouth. We stumbled backward until I was pressed up against the wall, his full body weight pressing against me. He was thrusting his hips roughly up against mine. Our hands groping and mouths grasping for breath, we practically ripped each other's clothes off. He was unbelievably gorgeous; wide shoulders, rock hard pecs, glorious six-pack abs leading down to a small waist and a well defined V cut. To top it off, he was the most well endowed man I had ever laid eyes on. Oh, there is a God and he is on my side!
He slid his hands down my backside, grabbed my thighs, and lifted me. I wrapped my long legs tight around his waist. I could feel his need for me, as much as I needed him. He carried me through the dark apartment and into his bed.
I felt parts of me that I thought long dead spring back to life: want, need, desire, and lust. My hands never stopped moving, roaming over any part of his body I could reach, feeling the muscles tense and roll under his skin as he hovered on top of me. His lips kissing, licking, sucking down my neck, across my collarbone, between my breasts. I gasped out "Please, please don't stop!" as my back arched off the bed towards him.
"I have no intention of stopping", he chuckled under his breath.
His lips and hands continued their assault over my body, flicking his tongue over my firm nipples, his hands caressing my shoulders, arms, and waist. He slowly descended my body, touching every part of me except where I so desperately needed him. He was teasing my body mercilessly. His tongue ran down my stomach, making my body tremble with anticipation. His hands ran down my thighs and grabbed me behind the knees, hitching them up. He sat up, leaned back onto his heels, and lifted my knees over his shoulders. Starting at the inside of my knee, he kissed and licked his way up my inner thigh.
My hands were knotted in my hair, my eyes clenched shut, enjoying the intense physical reaction of my body to his ministrations. Suddenly, his lips were kissing the sweet spot between my legs, his tongue flitting back and forth, making me wriggle with desire. His hands grabbed my hips to firmly hold me in place and he continued to explore my depths. Suddenly his fingers were inside me, thrusting in and out while his tongue worked over my sensitive nub.
"Oh my God…God…..Fuck!" I screamed as my orgasm rocked my body and made me quake.
"Sweet Jesus" I mumbled once my breathing calmed down enough to let me speak.
"Not Jesus…Jasper," he stated with a smirk on his face.
Oh, his name. I didn't even know his name.
"I'm…I'm…a…Bella" I stuttered.
"Very nice to meet you Bella" he grinned as he slid back up my body, his rock hard erection rubbing against me. He licked his way up to my ear and whispered, "I'm going to fuck you now, Bella. I am going to slide into your hot, wet pussy and pound you into the mattress until you scream my name."
"Jasper?" That's what he said, right?
"Yes, Bella. Jasper. I want to hear what I do to you, what you want, what you feel. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes, Jasper. Please..fuck me."
With those 5 little words, a growl erupted from deep within him. He flipped me over and brought me up to my hand and knees. His hand grabbed my hair at the nape of my neck and pulled my head back. His cock rubbing at my entrance, he growled into my ear "Are you ready, darlin'?" and he slammed his entire length into me, in one fluid movement.
I cried out with pleasure and gratification. Finally, he was filling me, over and over again. The only sounds were that of skin slapping on skin, his grunts and my moans of pleasure. He let go of my hair and his fingers were clutching at my hips. God, I loved it rough. I had forgotten how much I loved it. My fingers fisted the sheets of the bed.
"Harder Jasper! Fuck me harder and spank me", I snarled.
I glanced over my shoulder to see him staring me, his eyes filled with unmitigated lust. He drew his hand back and smacked my ass with an open palm. I whimpered at the burn and bucked my hips back into his thrust.
"Again, Jasper! Please?"
"God…YES!" He struck me again, all the while continuing to slam relentlessly into me. He grabbed me by the hair again and pulled my body upright, into his chest. I reached back and grabbed handfuls of his taut ass, holding him to me. He let go of my hair and his hand drifted down my body until he reached my engorged clit. Rubbing circles with his fingers, thrusting into me, nibbling on my shoulder, I felt my whole body start to shudder violently. I felt his teeth bite down into my shoulder and I screamed "JASPER!"
He wrapped both arms around my body and crashed into me twice more before I felt him explode into me. His body now trembling along with mine. We collapsed into the mattress, exhausted and satisfied, trying to catch our breath. I stared at his beautiful face. Where had he been all my life? Shit, where had I been all my life? Not where I should have been, apparently.
"That was fucking incredible." He grinned at me like the Cheshire Cat.
"It was. Can we do it again?" Please, let's do it again, I thought to myself.
"Shower?" He held out his hand to me.
The hot water felt wonderful massaging my shoulders. Jasper washed my hair and my body so tenderly. I poured some body wash into my hands and let my hands caress every inch of his body, leaving the best for last of course.
His cock twitched as I took it in my hands to wash it. Before I had finished, it was fully erect and begging for attention.
We stepped out of the shower and quickly toweled off. I dropped to my knees right there in the bathroom to lavish attention to his gorgeous, perfect, thick cock. I looked up at him to see him watching me intently. I stuck out my tongue and gently swiped at the slit. God, he even tasted amazing. My eyes were locked on his as I took the head into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, humming with satisfaction. He groaned and his head lolled back on his shoulders. I quickly slid down his length and deep throated his cock until his curly blonde hairs tickled my nose. His hand were quickly grabbing my hair, threading through my long locks. He was groaning like an animal as I bobbed up and down his length, sucking hard and loud while my hands fondled his balls.
"Bella, Stop!" He practically begged. "I need to be inside you again. I want to feel you from the inside."
He pulled me up to him and crashed his lips to mine. Desperation and need flowed from us both. His arms picked me up and pulled me tight against him, as mine wrapped around his neck and into his hair. Again, he carried me back to his bed. He lay back on the pillow and pulled me atop him. We kissed and fondled and stroked each other until we were both at our wits ends. Finally, I knelt over him, straddling his swollen, purple erection. Slowly, I lowered myself, inch by inch, prolonging the ecstasy of feeling him fill me. I never wanted this to end. It was like he was a missing part of me. I wasn't complete until he was inside of me. Our eyes were locked, his green burning into my brown. I ground my hips in small circles, telling him how much I loved having him inside of me. How I thought that desire inside of me had died until I laid eyes on him. He told me how lonely he had been, that he was just surviving, and how he had quit living a long time ago. Then, he told me that I made a flame flicker inside of him again. We made love for hours before he drifted off to sleep tangled up in the sheets beside me.
It was only then that the gravity of what I had done started to seep in. What had I done? I was so confused. I was already wrapped up in this man beside me. I didn't want to leave him, but I couldn't stay. I needed to go home and deal with everything. See where things stood.
Sighing, I slid from Jasper's bed, dressed, and slipped out of his apartment. I finally made it home in the wee hours of the morning. What was I going to say to Edward? Did he even realize I had not come home? How was I going to deal with what I had walked in on earlier?
It was just breaking dawn when I walked through the front door to find my husband waiting for me. "Hi Honey. I'm home."