Like I said a while back, updates on this will come with no rhyme or reason, mostly because I never planned to continue it. On occasion, though, these boys like to talk and they are so sexy, I don't mind listening. This Chapter was donated to a charity compilation that was organized to help a friend who needed to make an emergency flight after her son was in a snowboarding accident. Thankfully, she was able to make the flight and her son has made an amazing recovery.
So, on to what happened in Jasper's bathroom after Edward spied on his wank.
Dealing with the Pressure
Jesus fucking Christ!
Edward Cullen was standing in my bathroom door, about to drop trou, because he'd fantasized about me sucking his dick… and he'd caught me rubbing one out while screaming his name. Fuck my life. I had to have slipped into the Twilight Zone, because no fucking way did I get that damn lucky. Stunned, my eyes shot to my closed bedroom door, then back to him, before I realized I was still butt ass naked and covered in jizz. Scrambling, I snatched a towel from the bar next to the shower while I stammered out a barely coherent response.
"But…I…you…," I sputtered, trying to wrap the towel around my waist while not breaking eye contact with him. I knew, somehow, if I looked away, Rod Serling would step out of the fucking linen closet to destroy my fantasy. "I thought you were straight!"
"So did I, but now all I think about is you." Edward's green eyes, normally a shimmering emerald, were nearly black with lust. The 'fuck me' smirk I'd seen him shoot the cheerleaders while trying to get in their spankies curled his lip. He rubbed his hand across the still damp skin of his stomach, before slipping his fingers under the waistband of his low slung board shorts. "Think anyone will notice if we aren't downstairs at the party?"
Mesmerized by the path his hand travelled, I struggled to wrap my mind around what the hell was going on. Then, seeing the evidence of his obvious arousal tenting the wet fabric, my sole focus became wrapping my lips around the thick, uncut cock that had filled my dreams for months. Grabbing his arm, I dragged him the remainder of the way into the bathroom, kicking the door shut behind him and flipping the lock. Taking advantage of his surprise at my sudden movement, I shoved him against the door, bracing my arm across his chest.
"So help me God, if you're fucking with me…" My voice trailed off when my lips crashed against his.
Edward's mouth opened, his gasp trapped by the onslaught of my tongue delving between his parted lips. Taking advantage of his surprise, I threw every bit of unrequited lust I'd held back for the last six months into the kiss, determined to make the most of it before he changed his mind. When he grabbed the back of my head, anchoring us together while he explored my mouth in return, my heart raced.
Leaning into him, I used my body to hold him in place, before removing my arm from his chest to grip his bicep, further pinning him to the door. His hard cock jutted into my hip and I rolled against him. I don't know which of us moaned first; it didn't matter when an answering one followed it. Fingers tightened on my waist, then twisted in the towel, pulling it loose. The fingers returned, digging into my skin hard enough I was certain I'd be bruised before too long.
My lungs burned, craving air, but I didn't want Edward to have time to think. Dragging my mouth from his, I licked a path down his neck to his shoulder, tasting the hint of chlorine on his skin. He slammed his head into the door, his hips bucking against mine when I bit the curve at his shoulder. My free hand slid between us, brushing against my own stirring cock when I palmed his through his board shorts. I followed the line of his shoulder with my mouth, licking and tasting my way to where I held his arm. Nipping at the muscle, I smirked against his skin when he shuddered in response.
"Is this what you want, Edward?" I slid my hand up the leg of his shorts, stroking my fingers across the mesh pouch that barely contained his burgeoning erection. He groaned, his dick twitching in response. "You want me to suck you off, huh? You want my lips on your thick cock, swallowing around you while you scream my name?"
I saw him shake his head out of the corner of my eye and I wondered if I'd gone too far. His eyes snapped open, searching my face. The cocky smirk was gone, replaced with pure, unadulterated want. He swallowed convulsively, his tongue snaking out to moisten his lips, while the fist pinned against the door tightened – but he didn't pull away. The whole time, I tugged the mesh inside his shorts taut, then released it, dragging it across his sensitive shaft, knowing the delicious combination of pain and pleasure the feeling evoked.
"Fuck, Jasper!" he croaked, struggling to steady his voice.
I drew a lazy circle around his nipple with my tongue, before sucking it between my teeth. Holding it there, I flicked my tongue across the hardened skin, watching his reaction from under hooded lids. Edward arched his back into me, his hand still tangled in my hair and holding me in place. I worked over the little nub, licking and sucking it, then turned my attention to the other one. Pulling my head free of his hand, I leaned back, rubbing my cock against his through the shorts. I eased a finger under the edge of the elastic, then my entire hand.
"Oh, we'd definitely be missed if I took the time to fuck you properly." I let go of his arm to find the waist of his shorts – and waited. "You still haven't answered me, Edward," I prodded, already tugging at the band.
Instead of answering, Edward grabbed my wrist and yanked down to pull off his shorts, while jerking my head back to his. I felt the base of his shaft brush my wrist, while his tongue plundered my mouth. Frantic, he let go of my arm to work his shorts down. Heavy breaths heated my cheek, his mouth devouring mine while he struggled to undress. Planting both hands in the middle of his chest, I shoved back, ignoring his whimper that turned to a mewl when I dropped to my knees. Edward's shorts were stretched tight across his thighs, the tight curls at the base of his shaft visible, along with a healthy length of his cock. Instead of pulling them down the rest of the way, I leaned closer, absorbing the chlorinated smell of his skin mixed with the musky scent of his arousal. The fine hairs brushed against my cheek when I angled my head to twist my tongue around his shaft.
If the sudden pull of his fingers tangling in my hair was anything to go by, he still had no objections. Sliding my hands down over the curve of his ass, I pushed the nylon fabric down, my tongue exploring each new section of exposed skin, until he was completely freed to spring up tight against his stomach. The cowl of his foreskin had pulled all the way back, the reddened glans of his cock glistening with the moisture that had spilled over from his slit. Starting at the base of the underside of his shaft, I flattened my tongue to lick the length of him, following with my hand. The loose skin slid over his head, while I dipped my tongue in to capture the moisture accumulated around his tip.
I looked up to meet Edward's searing gaze, his mouth slack and chest heaving with excitement. His nostrils flared in anticipation, while he shifted his feet to kick his shorts away. Once I had his undivided attention again, I winked then enveloped him in the wet heat of my mouth. His hips bucked in response, driving his cock to the back of my throat. My eyes watered and I grasped his thigh to force him back. I'd known I was gay for years, had snuck to the clubs in Seattle on more than one occasion since I'd turned eighteen, but no man I'd ever met there had the impressive length of the one who stood in front of me.
I eased my head back, hollowing my cheeks while I moved. Then, pulling out every trick I'd ever learned, and a few I improvised from watching porn on the internet, I went to town. Determination drove me. By the time I finished with him, Edward Cullen would never forget a boy gave him the best fucking blowjob of his life. Licking, teasing, sucking, nipping – all of it came into play while I pleasured the object of my obsession. Saliva covered him, pooling in my mouth while I worked over the dick I'd been sneaking peeks at for months. What I couldn't swallow, I stroked, entranced by the way the skin moved. I'd never gone down on an uncut cock before, but Jesus fuck! It was like nature's own personal playground. Over and over I savored him, occasionally releasing with a pop, only to engulf him again.
Edward fought against my restraint, trying to thrust into my mouth, but I wouldn't relinquish the hold I had on his leg. I was in charge; nothing would convince me to abandon it, not even the pleading moans that filled the air. His free hand clamped down on my shoulder, holding me anchored in place, almost as if he were afraid I'd stop. Not fucking likely! His litany of my name, peppered with cuss words and whimpered exclamations, encouraged my actions. My own dick ached, despite having just gotten my rocks off a few minutes earlier. With one final stroke, I removed my hand to swallow him deep into my throat. Wrapping my fingers around my cock, I fisted my own erection, chasing my release, even while I drove Edward to his. The muscles in his leg quivered under me, his body shaking, before I felt everything tighten. The coiling fire in my groin exploded, sending shock waves through my body when Edward growled out my name.
"Jas! Fuck – I – Oh – God! Fucking coming!" he grunted, breaking the grip I had on him to thrust deep, filling my mouth with thick spurts of come.
Pulling back, I swallowed all I could, my own orgasm ripping through me to spill onto the towel that had fallen between his feet. Edward let go of my shoulder, the stroked his thumb across the corner of my mouth to collect the spunk leaking there. Licking my way back to his tip, I released him. Expecting him to press his thumb into my mouth, my eyes widened when he sucked it between his own lips.
"Fuck, that's hot," I whispered, barely pulling the towel out of the way before he sank to the floor in front of me.
Pulling my head forward, he licked the other side of my mouth, then slid his tongue between my lips. He hummed, his tongue twining around mine. Pulling back, he offered a lazy smirk.
"Fuck yeah it was."
Soooo I couldn't decide whose POV this should be in, since not only was Jas gettng to suck off the man of his dreams, but Edward was experiencing is first blowjob from a guy.
Suffice to say, there might just be another chapter lurking in my doc files.