Chapter 3 – Sorest Rump
A/N - you may have spotted some typos in the last chapter. I foolishly uploaded the unbetad version. It's all good now ;).
This has to be the most uncomfortable position I've ever found myself in.
And that's saying a lot.
I'm lying in the bed with Fluff. She's wearing a vest and shorts, and I've just got my boxers on. The mattress is so small that we've tossed this way and that until I'm lying on my side, my left leg hanging out of the bed, the other hitched across her hip. Her thigh happens to be digging into my groin, but I don't want to say anything because she has this scary-ass look on her face.
It also happens to be about one-hundred-fifty degrees in here.
Jasper and Alice are in the bed next to us, and at first I'm thinking they're getting it on quietly, because with his huffs and her sighs, even I'm getting slightly turned on. As it happens, Jasper is suffering from heat exhaustion—the nasty cravat having done nothing to get air to his skin during our journey here.
Eventually he hauls his ass out of bed.
"I'm going down to the pool. You guys coming?"
Not in the pool, no.
"I'm game." Alice jumps up, her eagerness making Fluff giggle. She vibrates against me, herthigh digging in deeper. It's not helping.
"I'm comfortable right here," I lie. "You guys go ahead."
I catch Fluff's gaze, shaking my head slightly. Her eyes widen as she gets my gist, and she squeaks out a 'go ahead', her face blazing red in the soft moonlight. I lick my lips slowly and she shivers.
I like that a lot.
Alsper take their time getting ready, and Fluff uses these minutes to get her own back on me, her leg still digging in, her fingers fluttering softly against my bare stomach. Just a few inches lower and I'd …
… Probably embarrass myself.
"We'll probably be gone awhile. Jasper's feeling really hot." He's clearly feeling something, because he's referring to himself in the third person again. I'm thinking horny might be a closer approximation.
It's not like I don't like the two of them, I really do. Especially when they're not burning down my house. But being in such close proximity to them, even for one night, is driving me crazy.
When we get to Vegas, I'm definitely upgrading to a suite. And they aren't invited.
After what seems like hours, they locate their swimsuits and Jasper's fins and snorkel. I feel my body rocking with silent laughter when I remember him wearing that at the party at my place. Alice seems to have some sort of fetish for divers, because she seems particularly high strung. Her giggles have an edge to them that have me fearing for Jasper's welfare.
Fluff sticks her head out of the covers as they leave. "Don't hurry back, we'll be just fine here without you."
My eyebrows almost mesh with my hairline.
She wants some alone-time?
Because I'm totally okay with that.
As soon as we hear the loud metallic banging of their feet on the balcony, Fluff rolls over until she's facing me, her lips inches away from mine. I can smell her breath, all sweet, minty and warm as it bathes my face.
Just when I think I can't get any harder, I start to throb with desire. I swear I could drill oil with this thing.
Not that I want to drill anything except the pretty girl next to me.
"You okay?" I reach out and smooth my fingers down her hair. Her lips part and I leanforward and brush mine against them, my body raw and tender when it touches her.
"I am now." She pushes closer against me. Her tank is soft against my flesh but it's too much of a barrier. I tug it off, pulling it over her head and her hair flies everywhere. She looks like a crazy woman. I start to laugh, and her lips pull down into a frown.
"What?" Even her voice holds a pout. I try to bite back my laughter.
She reaches down and curls her fingers around my cock through the barrier of my shorts. It makes me twitch like crazy and the laughter dies in my throat. She squeezes again, a little too hard, but I crave her touch and flex my hips into her. Her resulting gasp is loud against the silence of the night.
"Shit, Bunny, I can't even close my hand around you."
I don't bother to hide my smirk.
"It's not a compliment," she hisses, but the way she starts moving her hand against me tells me otherwise.
So do her rhythmic sighs.
It seems like I've been craving her touch forever, my waking thoughts constantly tormented by her body. As for my dreams …
"I saw this documentary once on The Discovery Channel," Fluff says.
"Oh yeah?" I smirk, waiting for her to tell me about elephants and mating. I really need her to push her hand inside my shorts.
"Yeah." Her voice is breathy. "There was this python trying to eat a deer. He had to open his mouth so wide he dislocated his jaw. It looked like the deer split his head in half."
Her expressive eyes glance down at where her hands are rubbing.
I arch my eyebrow. "So that makes me the deer?" I'd much prefer to be described as a python.
"That makes me the one with the dislocated jaw." She swallows hard. "Or something else."
I reach down and still her hand with my own. She stares at me inquiringly and I flash her a reassuring smile. Her brows draw down and I use my free fingers to smooth out her frown lines.
"Hey." My voice is soft. "You know I'd never do anything to hurt you, right?" I dip my head to brush my lips against hers. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to."
"But I do want to," she wails. "I just feel like I need some training first."
I squeeze her fingers gently, moving her hand up and down my cotton-clad length. "This is good."
She kisses me hard then drags her hand from mine, dipping it inside my shorts to release my cock. The sensation of flesh-on-flesh makes me thrust my hips against her palm, and she grasps me tighter, her other hand curling to join the first. She moves them in tandem to create a steady rhythm, her soft hands sending pleasurable spikes to the pit of my stomach.
"Feels amazing," I mumble against her lips. She rewards me with a twist of her wrist. It makes my cock weep.
She drops her head to my chest, lips wrapping around my nipple, her teeth scraping against my skin. I moan loudly and she looks up at me, a wicked grin playing on her lips.
She's fucking glorious.
Her thumb scrapes across my tip, spreading the pre-come across my engorged flesh, and my sack tightens with impending release. I know I'm going to come in an embarrassingly short time, but I can't bring myself to care. I've waited so long for this, for her touch, and it's so much better than I ever imagined.
It's not just her hand that makes me feel like I'm flying. It's Fluff. Every inch of her is perfect, and the way my heart feels as full as my cock confirms what I've been thinking all evening.
I'm in love with this girl.
This time I'm not even surprised. I'm certainly not scared. I feel like telling the whole world that this cute, funny, beautiful girl is all mine.
The word plays on my lips as her hands bring me to the edge, my balls achingly tight and ready to explode. I thrust hard against her hands, my lips seeking hers, but rather than kiss me she scrambles to her knees, never letting go of my cock.
"Fluff …" I warn, knowing I'm about to shoot like a geyser in Yellowstone Park.
"Hush." Her soft hair trails down my abdomen, and I watch through heavy eyes as her head hovers just above my cock, the tip of her tongue snaking out to lick at my slick tip.
"I'm going to …" This is it. I rock my hips twice, my eyes rolling back in my head. I moan loudly as I feel her mouth stretching across me, wrapping her warm, velvety lips around the tip.
Then I come.
It isn't pretty.
I grunt and thrust, tugging her hair a little too hard. She licks me harder, her throat working to swallow my seed, and I think I come a little more when I see some dribble from her lips.
"Bella," I say her name again, pulling her up until my lips touch hers. I can taste myself on them, and it warms me, knowing she'd do this for me despite her fears. I allow myself to hope a little, that maybe she feels a thousandth of what I feel for her.
I'd take that ratio.
And if we weren't in a shithole of a motel, squeezed into the most uncomfortable bed in California, I'd declare myself right now. But this girl deserves more than a few words uttered in the haze of pleasure, surrounded by lurid bedcovers and dirty-brown walls.
I'm going to tell her tomorrow, when we get to Vegas. I'll buy her the prettiest dress, take her to the best restaurant, and shower her with gifts. I want to see diamonds dripping from her ears and neck, to fill our hotel room with flowers that can never smell as good as her.
And then I'll tell her that I love her.
Fluff curls up in my arms, her body lying on my chest because otherwise she'd fall out of bed. She rises and falls with my breaths, and though it's boiling in this room, I can't bring myself to move her.
I'd rather die of heatstroke than lose her touch right now.
"You okay?" I whisper, and her sleepy nod tells me everything I need to know.
As I join her in slumber, the final thought that lingers in my mind, chasing me into my dreams, is that somehow, someway, I'm going to find a way to make this girl mine.
Or die trying.
A/N - this is the final chapter of the three part story. All our love to Pates and A-Jasper for their help and lots of love to you for reading and reviewing.
Lots of love, Choc and Sparrow xxx