Updated FanFic: Bon Voyage - Chapter Seventeen
This chapter was originally going to be posted as a separate out take to be read between Chapter 16 & the original 17. Because it's only a one time occurance that I'm writing an out take for this story, I'm just going to go ahead and post it as a chapter.
This chapter is strictly Jasper/Alice, and occurred while Bella & Edward were out walking in Italy and after Ben and Angela left.
JPOV
Always remain the gentleman in any situation, my father would always chide me in his thick Texan accent, it’s the Southern way.
I repeated this over and over in my mind now as the bathroom door clicked shut. I waited for the click of the lock being turned on the elaborate handle, but the sound never came. In its place came the hushed whisper of water running in the shower, nearly melting me into the sofa. My resolve was already strained from watching movies in the dark. Despite the company in the room, she had worn paper thin pajama shorts and a tiny tank top; baring her midriff where the two scraps of fabric refused to meet. The perfume she wore still clung to the shirt on my back, wrapping its scent around my senses. I could feel the pressure where her body had leaned against mine during the scary parts of the movie.
“Jasper?” Alice’s voice called from behind the wooden door that separated us.
“Yes?” I answered back, my voice cracking slightly.
“Want to take a shower?”
Oh fuck, my brain started screaming. “Are you sure?” Be the gentleman.
“I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t,” she chuckled as I heard the shower door open then click shut.
Alice and I weren’t really what you would call a couple. We made out a few times under the bleachers after track practice, but that was the extent of going beyond our friendship and classmate boundaries. The desire was there, even in the few times that we met secretly I could feel the passion and fervor in her kisses in the way she clutched me to her tiny body. Kisses were easy and small compared to the line she was asking me to cross now. There would be no turning back from this if we went past our current state.
I stood on the precipice and hesitated with my fingers clinching the handle until she called to me in that sultry tone once more.
“I’m here,” I responded as I pushed the door closed, noticing the outline of her frame in the steamy shower stall.
“I was starting to wonder if you’d left,” she laughed.
I undressed quietly and listened to the water falling down from the shower head and make its way to the drain. The bathroom was immaculate, hosting a huge double sink top vanity, a toilet and bidet, as well as a double sized shower stall. It was hard not to notice how her little body only took up a fraction of the large enclosed space; there was enough room for at least six of her to have a party inside of it. My pajama pants hit the floor near my ankles and I was completely nude in the cool room.
“Alright, I’m coming in,” I announced to her aloud so she was prepared. I averted my gaze from her as I entered and stood near the back of the shower. Only one of the two shower heads was turned on, so I proceeded attempt to cut on the other one.
“That one is broken; I’ll have to tell maintenance in the morning.” I couldn’t help but turn to look at her now, she was using the only working shower head.
She stared devilishly at me over her shoulder, her full lips curling over her teeth in a wicked smile before placing her head under the hot water. The spiky locks melted into a wet pile of ebony on her head and the steam licked off of her skin as it warmed to the new temperature. It was a scene that was hard to keep myself from entering; the way she giggled in delight as the spray tickled her skin paired with the trail of soap bubbles that was falling down her arms as she washed. She didn’t face me directly but I can’t say that I didn’t enjoy the view.
Alice had the body of a runner; this was something I knew even with her clothes on. Despite her short height, her body was pure lean muscle with her legs taking up the majority of her four foot ten stature. It wasn’t hard to imagine her naked when we ran in the mornings, a tradition we took up once we joined the varsity track team. The tight spandex bra she wore clung to her breasts like a second skin, and the barely there shorts didn’t hide much from the eye either. Her tattoo would peek out at me from the waistline as she would run in front of me; the number seven with a pair of Hermes’ shoes framing each side of the inked number. My fingers reflexively reached out to trace the design as the water rivulets caressed the small of her back. The quick gasp made me snap my hand back behind my body.
“Your fingers are cold,” she exhaled quickly and turned to face me fully.
My teeth mashed together in my mouth as I locked up my jaw to keep it from falling open. The hot water had turned Alice’s skin a delicious pink color on top of the creaminess of her skin, with her small, perky breasts begging for me to touch them. I had to clench my fists tightly behind me to keep from running my fingers over those soft pink nipples, the buds growing harder as I stared at her. Looking down didn’t help either. Her smooth, flat stomach was just the prelude to the juncture just below her hip bones. No traces of hair lingered there; she was as bare as the day she was born. My body shivered at the thought of getting anywhere close to being inside of her.
“How rude of me!” she exclaimed as she noticed the movement, “You must be cold with me hogging all of the water.”
I had to clear my throat twice before I could speak. “No, I’m okay. You go ahead and finish up,” clearly she hadn’t spotted the fact that I was hard as a rock just from looking at her.
“Okay,” she smiled sweetly, “Want to wash my back?” she turned again, her back curving perfectly, sticking her little ass out to invite me into the deed.
I cleared my throat again. “If you want me to…” I didn’t want to push her further than she wanted to go. Her reply was silent as she turned quickly to smirk at me, a bathing sponge hanging from her fingertip and body wash in the other hand.
Slipping the sponge and bottle from her hands, I added the cream to the porous tuft and worked it into a rich lather while she turned to face the wall again. Her breathing was soft and coming in and out of her mouth while she waited. The small gasp of shock was barely audible over the water as I moved behind her and pressed the bubbles to her wet flesh, adding light pressure to the sponge as I dragged it across her body. I feared I would break her if I pushed too hard, her tiny frame shattering into a million pieces on the shower floor.
By the time I reached her tattoo, I was in a daze. The smell of vanilla and sugar filled the enclosed space and the heat was doing weird things to my head. Her skin was pink beneath the white foam, the water washing it away to reveal the tiny design again. Moving the sponge back to the center of her back with my right hand, I ran my fingertips across the inked flesh with my left. The moan it elicited from her mouth was almost sinful with the amount of emotion that was put behind it. I could feel my body temperature rise when I thought of what this meant; she wanted me to touch her. I could feel it now as she arched her back further into my palm.
My emotions waged a war in my head as my thumb ran across the smooth skin. I was failing miserably at showing restraint, but I could feel it; she wanted this. I let go of the sponge on her back, hearing the soft thud as it hit the tiles at our feet. I placed my fingers between her shoulder blades and traced her spine. Her tiny hands shot out to the glass wall to brace herself as she arched further, moaning and gasping for breath as she tossed her head back.
I wanted to see her face, hell; I wanted to see all of her. The scent of her skin, the water that rested there as it pooled on her flesh; I wanted all of it, I needed all of it.
My hand slipped in a mixture of soap and water and moved across her small hip to the top of her thigh. The noise that came out of her lips was exquisite, even though my action was purely unintentional. I felt her shift below my hands, turning to face me again. My arms went limp at my sides and all I could do was stare into her hooded green eyes. The light of the bathroom beyond the shower framed her in an angelic light as the vanilla and steam tickled the fringes of my rational thoughts again.
She raised her delicate arm, outstretching her hand in a slow gesture. Her eyes burned into my soul as stared at me. The tiny finger only crooked in my direction twice, beckoning me to come and claim my prize. I could resist no longer, not with that come hither look on her face. I totally fucking lost it…
APOV
My fingertips slid across the steam covered glass as he crashed into me, pressing the length of his body onto mine. I wasn’t an idiot, I knew he’d been rock hard since the moment he stepped in the shower and faced me. I knew this was what I wanted. I’d spent too many long months toying around with the idea; wearing skimpy running gear and running in front of him on purpose. Even the tattoo was all part of this grand plan to seduce him, and it was working.
His lips attacked my neck and collar bones as his arms wrapped behind me, pulling me impossibly closer and arching my body into his. My feeble attempts to grab something for stability in this slick shower were failing. There was nothing to cling to as the pleasure of his tongue lapped at the wetness on my skin; no towel bars, no railing, only slick glass. Jasper nipped at the skin under my ear and I whimpered loudly as I threw my arms around his neck. The steely cords of his muscles shifted as he turned to look at me. His hazel eyes bore into mine with such intensity I thought I might melt and wash away down the shower drain.
“Jasper…” his name left my lips on a quiet whisper as I panted in and out. His ragged breath came out of him in huffs as he held me there pinned against him.
“I can’t hold back much longer Alice, you’re dancing on a very fine line,” he all but growled at me. That was fucking hot.
I pulled his face close to mine, feeling a momentary loss from not being able to see his eyes. His hair was wet as I pushed it away and tucked it behind his ear before cupping the back of his head. The words left my lips softly, like children telling secrets in class, but the effects they had been so much louder in comparison. The growling bubbling up from his chest into his throat, the sound of his hand grasping the wet flesh of my ass as he hitched my leg over him; they sounded like victory bells in the shower in comparison to my tiny, breathless words.
“So don’t…”
His fingers wound through the short hair that was plastered wet to my head and tugged at the strands until my neck was craned backwards. I winced at the little electric currents of pain as my nerves told my brain it hurt, but the gentle massage that came after was relaxing and the pain ebbed into lust. My throat was completely exposed to his mouth, which he took full advantage of; kissing, licking and nipping his way from my collar bone to my ear lobe. I wanted to look at him again, but the fingers in my hair kept me from moving.
“You taste so…heavenly,” he admired, his wicked tongue tracing my earlobe making me shiver even in the hot space.
“Do you taste delicious Jasper?” I asked flirtatiously. I honestly felt like giving more than receiving.
Unlatching my arms from around his neck and placing my hitched leg back on the floor, I skimmed my hands down his chest. His eyes followed the downward movement and I chuckled, hooking a finger under his chin to refocus his attention on my face.
“Eyes up here,” I smiled and reveled in his fiery gaze.
My hands travelled over his pectorals and onto his flat stomach. Jasper wasn’t ripped like a body builder, but he was not lacking in muscle. Much like other runners, the muscle was all lean and solid instead of bulky and chiseled. I could feel them twitch and move under my fingertips, which made my mouth pull up in a smirk as I stared back at him. His face was so serious and intent as he looked at me, still holding back much of what he wanted to do. My fingers brushed the sharp angles of his hip bones and drove on lower, grazing the short hairs just above my ultimate destination. The color in his eyes flared, and I could see it. The desire raging inside of him was screaming and clawing to come out. It became painful to watch, and when I could look him in the eye no longer, I looked down to the space between us.
He hung there, rigid and beautiful with his pubic hair trimmed close to his body. I had initially been afraid that we would be too large, but he was perfect; perfect for me. I lazily dragged a fingernail across the length of him while he hissed between his teeth. Looking back to his face with hooded eyes filled with lust, I breathed in and out slowly through my mouth. His jaw was clenched tight, but his eyelids were falling with his waning resolve. It was time to get brave and break him; he needed to know it was okay.
Palming him with my right hand, I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and squeezed him gently. He exhaled loudly, like he’d been holding his breath for a long time as I caressed and admired the smooth skin with my hand. I lifted my other hand to brush the hair back out of his face. His eyes started to roll back in his head as I gently tugged at him, back and forth, in a slow pace.
“Alice…” he breathed quietly to me.
“Shhh…” I shushed him with my finger before claiming his lips with my own. He was like puddy in my hands now that I’d relaxed him considerably. It didn’t take much effort to spin him around and push him into the shower wall he’d all but pinned me to earlier. The sound of wet flesh meeting glass rang out in the humid air and I smiled diabolically before lowering myself to the shower floor.
JPOV
Holy fuck…
All of my nerves were standing at attention and getting played by the master musician known as Alice Cullen. I heard my back hit the shower more than I felt it, but I didn’t miss the smile that donned her face or the way she licked her lips as she disappeared to the floor.
Say something! my conscious screamed at me.
No you idiot! Shut the fuck up!
I managed to get out some undistinguishable noise before her fingers wrapped around me again. The wall was my support; otherwise I fear I would have fallen from her just touching me. Her hand pulled at me and then pushed as she stroked me over and over. I felt like I was floating in some dream land where this could actually be happening. There was no way Alice would go this far with me…ever. I closed my eyes and fell into the rhythm she created while she jacked me off. The wet pressure that came a minute later made me moan loudly. Wait…My eyes snapped open and stared down at the sight before me.
Alice was on her knees, resting her perfect ass on her feet with her left arm between my legs pressing the glass for support. Her right hand was wrapped around my cock and her full lips were open revealing the soft pink tongue that was worshipping the head. I groaned as my dick twitched in response. A set of jade green eyes looked up at me, filled with pure carnal desire as she took a long shuddering breath. Her lips parted further and she turned her gaze from mine, sliding her mouth fully over the head and taking me into her mouth.
I died…right there in that shower. I died and went to a place filled with need, longing and ecstasy. The sound of water falling like rain was far off, with the thud of heartbeats and gentle sucking playing like an orchestra in my ears. All of my muscles were tightly bound and my skin felt every sensation; from the tiny droplets running down my back to the massaging of Alice’s mouth on the base of my dick. It was all too much to take in at once; too much for me to handle.
My arms shot out after a few minutes of this exquisite torture, hands searching for something solid to grasp as my insides melted into jelly. There was nothing, aside from my body or hers. Looking down, her black silken covered head bobbed back and forth with a quickening pace. I grunted at the image before me, lowering my hand to caress her hair and then her cheek.
I swear I heard an audible pop when my penis left her mouth.
“Are you alright?” she looked at me concerned, hand still wrapped around me.
I placed my other hand over hers and pumped myself while rubbing her cheek with my other hand. “I’m fine. You’re truly amazing,” I sounded like a love drunk fool.
“Oh, I thought something was wrong…” she started to blush.
“Nothing at all, I just needed some balance.”
Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at me from the floor and stuck out her tongue. She ran the wicked instrument from the base of my shaft, over our fingers, up to the tip. A quick swirl around the top was all the warning I got before she slid it back into her mouth while looking right at me. I was nearly undone from the sight; I removed my hand from over hers and placed both of them gently on her head. My fingers wound through her damp hair, reaching her scalp and started to massage it as she suckled me with her mouth. I resisted the urge to grip the silky locks tighter as she rocked me to my core, finding the thought of hurting her while she was pleasuring me repulsive. The pace grew faster and faster while my breathing got louder and the moans and growls erupted from my lips. I could feel the pressure building deep within my loins, wanting to escape after each delicious stroke of her wet mouth.
“Alice,” I hissed loudly. It was the only warning I could manage to cry out to her since my brain stopped trying to form words. Her mouth came to a stop at the base of my shaft and she moaned, sending vibrations from her throat through the head of my dick. I lost it completely and exploded into her mouth as the muscles of her throat clinched around me. Her free hand came up to cup my scrotum and I groaned in ecstasy. Between the sensations of her mouth and her hand, it was amazing I was still solid or even standing. It felt like the world was shattering around me and that I should be falling instead of clutching to Alice for support.
A few moments passed in near silence, the only sound was the water that still ran from the shower to the floor. She rose silently from her position on the floor and smiled, which nearly caused my jaw to fall open. Did she… swallow it?
“I’m going to go brush my teeth while you clean up if that’s okay?” she questioned lightly.
“Sssure,” I managed to stutter out, “I’ll be right out.”
I watched her exit the shower stall with a wink over her shoulder just before the glass door clicked back into place.
APOV
I chuckled inwardly at the awestruck look on his face when I had exited the shower as I brushed my teeth. I could hear his hurried scrubbing and rinsing in an attempt to finish up quickly. I cut the water to the sink just a few moments before the shower went silent. Jasper’s breathing was calmer now, but still loud in comparison to my own. I hopped up onto the cold marble counter and perched myself between the two sink bowls, crossing my naked legs. I’d neglected to cover myself up with a towel. It wouldn’t be needed in a few moments anyway if I had my way.
The shower stall door opened with a tiny squeak and Jasper emerged, reaching for a towel on the nearest towel bar. He dragged the fluffy white material across his head, down his chest and stomach and gently drying off his legs before wrapping it around his waist.
“You missed a spot…or two,” I laughed from my counter top view.
His eyes shot up from the floor in surprise and stared at me. “I didn’t know you were still in here,” he smiled to hide his shock.
I attempted to look as innocent as possible as he walked over to the vanity to look in the mirror. “Oops,” I giggled and covered my mouth in mockery.
I watched him inspect his face in the glass, watching as his eyes would wander over to my breasts and then snap back to his reflection.
“It’s okay if you want to look Jasper,” I laughed at him, “It’s not like you haven’t seen them before.”
“I’m not trying to be rude Alice,” he huffed.
“Oh,” I slowly uncrossed my legs and pouted while hooking a finger under his chin, “but I insist…” I threw every bit of smoldering lust I could into my gaze.
He reached up and ran his hand through my hair, slowly pulling my face to his and kissing me sweetly. I slid my hands on either side of his face and kissed him deeper, sliding my tongue out to meet his as they tangoed in our mouths. He sucked my bottom lip gently, taking it into his mouth and letting it pop back like a rubber band. I nipped at his playfully as I wound my fingers through his drying hair. The rumble in his chest grew louder, filling the room with its baritone sound as it vibrated around us. I felt him shift against the countertop, moving in between my open legs he grabbed my hips and pulled me across the marble until my core brushed against him through the towel. I gasped in the middle of our passionate kiss; he was hard again already. His eye lids lifted lazily to look up at me from under his thick eyelashes.
“Do you see what you do to me?” he drawled out the question lazily.
“Mmm, yes,” I moaned as I crushed his lips back to mine. I hitched my thumbs between the towel and his skin and loosened the cotton until it fell to the floor at his feet. His breathing picked up as I wrapped my legs around his hips and started to pull him closer to me.
“Alice, wait…” he panted like he’d just finished a cross country meet, “Are you sure about this? I know oral is one thing but…this?”
“Yes I’m positive,” I tried to kiss him again but he hesitated.
“I don’t have any condoms on me,” he confessed.
“It’s fine Jasper. I’m on the shot,” I tried to smile through this awkward moment. He sighed in resignation and I knew I was losing him. “Please,” I pleaded with my words and my eyes as I laid a hand on his chest. His heart was fluttering just like mine. “Please Jasper, everything will be fine… I promise.”
I dropped languid kisses along his jaw line as he pondered over my request. His eyes fell closed as I ran my nails over the flesh of his chest, playing with the thin hairs that rested there. I pressed my begging further, grabbing his free hand and placing it on my breast for him, hoping he’d come around soon. The fingers began to move and tease after a few moments, squeezing and stroking in slow sensual movements as he fondled it. I threw my head back when he wrapped his other arm around my back and pulled my chest closer to his mouth. He took my nipple in his mouth, softly licking the tender flesh before sucking at the tip where it had stiffened from his touch. My fingers dove into his hair as he was latched there, submitting myself to the masterful work of his tongue.
After a few moments of having his fill with both of my breasts, his tongue jutted out and ran a slow trail from my sternum to my chin. I looked down to his face, beautiful and perfect, with his hazel eyes glowing from the vanity lights. I couldn’t close my mouth from panting, his face was too statuesque not to admire. His hand travelled from my chest, down across my stomach until he reached his goal. I didn’t break his intense stare until he pushed one of his long fingers inside of me and I had to close my eyes against the wave of pleasure that rocked through me. I drew in a ragged breath as he moved it in and out slowly at first, but then picked up the pace.
I whimpered and felt hollow as he withdrew, arching myself up towards him in a begging gesture. I needed relief…immediately. The look on his face was calm, staring right at me as he raised his hand from between my legs to place his wicked finger in his mouth to taste me. I didn’t have time for the shock to register on my face as he started to pull my ass closer to him across the marble. Then he was there, hovering outside of my opening without any barrier at all, skin on skin.
Letting go of him, I put my arms back behind me on the vanity to brace myself from the inevitable impact. I was positive it would break me, if our kisses and other actions of the night were to be used as any sort of indicator. He pushed in slowly and gently but I could feel each shudder run through him, every crevice he hit as he did so. We hissed in unison as he reached the limit; he filled me to the core and it was magnificent.
“You’re so wet,” he breathed out as he started a slow rhythm.
I couldn’t form words to say to thank him or even compliment him in any way. My brain had switched to only processing feelings and emotions in this moment. The marble was cold underneath me and his palms grew hot and slick against my skin as he thrust impossibly deeper into me. My hands started to slip on the counter’s surface, so I latched onto him for support. I felt my fingers press into the tense muscles of his back, and I fleetingly feared clawing him with my nails as I tried to hang on. He grunted and panted in my ear as I moaned in ecstasy, filling the room with our beautiful chorus.
His fingers suddenly grasped my hip bones in a tight grip as he lifted and pulled me up and down with a quickening pace. I closed my eyes tightly, feeling the pressure build within me as the wave of an orgasm roared to life. Where he grunted I cried out and where he breathed out I drew a breath in. Jasper was racing towards the precipice that would ultimately have us both falling, crashing into an ocean of release. The muscles under my finger tips bound tighter as he braced himself and I squeezed tighter against his body. He slammed his torso into mine in a final thrust and the blackness behind my eyelids exploded with color. I clenched around his shaft repeatedly as he came with me. The roar that exploded from his lips totally eclipsed my cries of release, but be clung to each other as if we were the only stable objects in the room.
A few moments passed as we took in the moment, intertwined and gasping for breath. I slowly opened my eyes; the muted colors of the bathroom light were blinding in comparison to the darkness behind my lids. I looked to his face, surprised to find the hazel orbs staring back at me. They were glossy, covered in moisture that only love and emotion could produce. I imagined they were so much like my own in that moment. I watched his lips form a smile, curling up at the corner as he brushed a hand over my hair.
“You were breathtaking,” he breathed softly, “absolutely and utterly magnificant.”
This chapter is strictly Jasper/Alice, and occurred while Bella & Edward were out walking in Italy and after Ben and Angela left.
JPOV
Always remain the gentleman in any situation, my father would always chide me in his thick Texan accent, it’s the Southern way.
I repeated this over and over in my mind now as the bathroom door clicked shut. I waited for the click of the lock being turned on the elaborate handle, but the sound never came. In its place came the hushed whisper of water running in the shower, nearly melting me into the sofa. My resolve was already strained from watching movies in the dark. Despite the company in the room, she had worn paper thin pajama shorts and a tiny tank top; baring her midriff where the two scraps of fabric refused to meet. The perfume she wore still clung to the shirt on my back, wrapping its scent around my senses. I could feel the pressure where her body had leaned against mine during the scary parts of the movie.
“Jasper?” Alice’s voice called from behind the wooden door that separated us.
“Yes?” I answered back, my voice cracking slightly.
“Want to take a shower?”
Oh fuck, my brain started screaming. “Are you sure?” Be the gentleman.
“I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t,” she chuckled as I heard the shower door open then click shut.
Alice and I weren’t really what you would call a couple. We made out a few times under the bleachers after track practice, but that was the extent of going beyond our friendship and classmate boundaries. The desire was there, even in the few times that we met secretly I could feel the passion and fervor in her kisses in the way she clutched me to her tiny body. Kisses were easy and small compared to the line she was asking me to cross now. There would be no turning back from this if we went past our current state.
I stood on the precipice and hesitated with my fingers clinching the handle until she called to me in that sultry tone once more.
“I’m here,” I responded as I pushed the door closed, noticing the outline of her frame in the steamy shower stall.
“I was starting to wonder if you’d left,” she laughed.
I undressed quietly and listened to the water falling down from the shower head and make its way to the drain. The bathroom was immaculate, hosting a huge double sink top vanity, a toilet and bidet, as well as a double sized shower stall. It was hard not to notice how her little body only took up a fraction of the large enclosed space; there was enough room for at least six of her to have a party inside of it. My pajama pants hit the floor near my ankles and I was completely nude in the cool room.
“Alright, I’m coming in,” I announced to her aloud so she was prepared. I averted my gaze from her as I entered and stood near the back of the shower. Only one of the two shower heads was turned on, so I proceeded attempt to cut on the other one.
“That one is broken; I’ll have to tell maintenance in the morning.” I couldn’t help but turn to look at her now, she was using the only working shower head.
She stared devilishly at me over her shoulder, her full lips curling over her teeth in a wicked smile before placing her head under the hot water. The spiky locks melted into a wet pile of ebony on her head and the steam licked off of her skin as it warmed to the new temperature. It was a scene that was hard to keep myself from entering; the way she giggled in delight as the spray tickled her skin paired with the trail of soap bubbles that was falling down her arms as she washed. She didn’t face me directly but I can’t say that I didn’t enjoy the view.
Alice had the body of a runner; this was something I knew even with her clothes on. Despite her short height, her body was pure lean muscle with her legs taking up the majority of her four foot ten stature. It wasn’t hard to imagine her naked when we ran in the mornings, a tradition we took up once we joined the varsity track team. The tight spandex bra she wore clung to her breasts like a second skin, and the barely there shorts didn’t hide much from the eye either. Her tattoo would peek out at me from the waistline as she would run in front of me; the number seven with a pair of Hermes’ shoes framing each side of the inked number. My fingers reflexively reached out to trace the design as the water rivulets caressed the small of her back. The quick gasp made me snap my hand back behind my body.
“Your fingers are cold,” she exhaled quickly and turned to face me fully.
My teeth mashed together in my mouth as I locked up my jaw to keep it from falling open. The hot water had turned Alice’s skin a delicious pink color on top of the creaminess of her skin, with her small, perky breasts begging for me to touch them. I had to clench my fists tightly behind me to keep from running my fingers over those soft pink nipples, the buds growing harder as I stared at her. Looking down didn’t help either. Her smooth, flat stomach was just the prelude to the juncture just below her hip bones. No traces of hair lingered there; she was as bare as the day she was born. My body shivered at the thought of getting anywhere close to being inside of her.
“How rude of me!” she exclaimed as she noticed the movement, “You must be cold with me hogging all of the water.”
I had to clear my throat twice before I could speak. “No, I’m okay. You go ahead and finish up,” clearly she hadn’t spotted the fact that I was hard as a rock just from looking at her.
“Okay,” she smiled sweetly, “Want to wash my back?” she turned again, her back curving perfectly, sticking her little ass out to invite me into the deed.
I cleared my throat again. “If you want me to…” I didn’t want to push her further than she wanted to go. Her reply was silent as she turned quickly to smirk at me, a bathing sponge hanging from her fingertip and body wash in the other hand.
Slipping the sponge and bottle from her hands, I added the cream to the porous tuft and worked it into a rich lather while she turned to face the wall again. Her breathing was soft and coming in and out of her mouth while she waited. The small gasp of shock was barely audible over the water as I moved behind her and pressed the bubbles to her wet flesh, adding light pressure to the sponge as I dragged it across her body. I feared I would break her if I pushed too hard, her tiny frame shattering into a million pieces on the shower floor.
By the time I reached her tattoo, I was in a daze. The smell of vanilla and sugar filled the enclosed space and the heat was doing weird things to my head. Her skin was pink beneath the white foam, the water washing it away to reveal the tiny design again. Moving the sponge back to the center of her back with my right hand, I ran my fingertips across the inked flesh with my left. The moan it elicited from her mouth was almost sinful with the amount of emotion that was put behind it. I could feel my body temperature rise when I thought of what this meant; she wanted me to touch her. I could feel it now as she arched her back further into my palm.
My emotions waged a war in my head as my thumb ran across the smooth skin. I was failing miserably at showing restraint, but I could feel it; she wanted this. I let go of the sponge on her back, hearing the soft thud as it hit the tiles at our feet. I placed my fingers between her shoulder blades and traced her spine. Her tiny hands shot out to the glass wall to brace herself as she arched further, moaning and gasping for breath as she tossed her head back.
I wanted to see her face, hell; I wanted to see all of her. The scent of her skin, the water that rested there as it pooled on her flesh; I wanted all of it, I needed all of it.
My hand slipped in a mixture of soap and water and moved across her small hip to the top of her thigh. The noise that came out of her lips was exquisite, even though my action was purely unintentional. I felt her shift below my hands, turning to face me again. My arms went limp at my sides and all I could do was stare into her hooded green eyes. The light of the bathroom beyond the shower framed her in an angelic light as the vanilla and steam tickled the fringes of my rational thoughts again.
She raised her delicate arm, outstretching her hand in a slow gesture. Her eyes burned into my soul as stared at me. The tiny finger only crooked in my direction twice, beckoning me to come and claim my prize. I could resist no longer, not with that come hither look on her face. I totally fucking lost it…
APOV
My fingertips slid across the steam covered glass as he crashed into me, pressing the length of his body onto mine. I wasn’t an idiot, I knew he’d been rock hard since the moment he stepped in the shower and faced me. I knew this was what I wanted. I’d spent too many long months toying around with the idea; wearing skimpy running gear and running in front of him on purpose. Even the tattoo was all part of this grand plan to seduce him, and it was working.
His lips attacked my neck and collar bones as his arms wrapped behind me, pulling me impossibly closer and arching my body into his. My feeble attempts to grab something for stability in this slick shower were failing. There was nothing to cling to as the pleasure of his tongue lapped at the wetness on my skin; no towel bars, no railing, only slick glass. Jasper nipped at the skin under my ear and I whimpered loudly as I threw my arms around his neck. The steely cords of his muscles shifted as he turned to look at me. His hazel eyes bore into mine with such intensity I thought I might melt and wash away down the shower drain.
“Jasper…” his name left my lips on a quiet whisper as I panted in and out. His ragged breath came out of him in huffs as he held me there pinned against him.
“I can’t hold back much longer Alice, you’re dancing on a very fine line,” he all but growled at me. That was fucking hot.
I pulled his face close to mine, feeling a momentary loss from not being able to see his eyes. His hair was wet as I pushed it away and tucked it behind his ear before cupping the back of his head. The words left my lips softly, like children telling secrets in class, but the effects they had been so much louder in comparison. The growling bubbling up from his chest into his throat, the sound of his hand grasping the wet flesh of my ass as he hitched my leg over him; they sounded like victory bells in the shower in comparison to my tiny, breathless words.
“So don’t…”
His fingers wound through the short hair that was plastered wet to my head and tugged at the strands until my neck was craned backwards. I winced at the little electric currents of pain as my nerves told my brain it hurt, but the gentle massage that came after was relaxing and the pain ebbed into lust. My throat was completely exposed to his mouth, which he took full advantage of; kissing, licking and nipping his way from my collar bone to my ear lobe. I wanted to look at him again, but the fingers in my hair kept me from moving.
“You taste so…heavenly,” he admired, his wicked tongue tracing my earlobe making me shiver even in the hot space.
“Do you taste delicious Jasper?” I asked flirtatiously. I honestly felt like giving more than receiving.
Unlatching my arms from around his neck and placing my hitched leg back on the floor, I skimmed my hands down his chest. His eyes followed the downward movement and I chuckled, hooking a finger under his chin to refocus his attention on my face.
“Eyes up here,” I smiled and reveled in his fiery gaze.
My hands travelled over his pectorals and onto his flat stomach. Jasper wasn’t ripped like a body builder, but he was not lacking in muscle. Much like other runners, the muscle was all lean and solid instead of bulky and chiseled. I could feel them twitch and move under my fingertips, which made my mouth pull up in a smirk as I stared back at him. His face was so serious and intent as he looked at me, still holding back much of what he wanted to do. My fingers brushed the sharp angles of his hip bones and drove on lower, grazing the short hairs just above my ultimate destination. The color in his eyes flared, and I could see it. The desire raging inside of him was screaming and clawing to come out. It became painful to watch, and when I could look him in the eye no longer, I looked down to the space between us.
He hung there, rigid and beautiful with his pubic hair trimmed close to his body. I had initially been afraid that we would be too large, but he was perfect; perfect for me. I lazily dragged a fingernail across the length of him while he hissed between his teeth. Looking back to his face with hooded eyes filled with lust, I breathed in and out slowly through my mouth. His jaw was clenched tight, but his eyelids were falling with his waning resolve. It was time to get brave and break him; he needed to know it was okay.
Palming him with my right hand, I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and squeezed him gently. He exhaled loudly, like he’d been holding his breath for a long time as I caressed and admired the smooth skin with my hand. I lifted my other hand to brush the hair back out of his face. His eyes started to roll back in his head as I gently tugged at him, back and forth, in a slow pace.
“Alice…” he breathed quietly to me.
“Shhh…” I shushed him with my finger before claiming his lips with my own. He was like puddy in my hands now that I’d relaxed him considerably. It didn’t take much effort to spin him around and push him into the shower wall he’d all but pinned me to earlier. The sound of wet flesh meeting glass rang out in the humid air and I smiled diabolically before lowering myself to the shower floor.
JPOV
Holy fuck…
All of my nerves were standing at attention and getting played by the master musician known as Alice Cullen. I heard my back hit the shower more than I felt it, but I didn’t miss the smile that donned her face or the way she licked her lips as she disappeared to the floor.
Say something! my conscious screamed at me.
No you idiot! Shut the fuck up!
I managed to get out some undistinguishable noise before her fingers wrapped around me again. The wall was my support; otherwise I fear I would have fallen from her just touching me. Her hand pulled at me and then pushed as she stroked me over and over. I felt like I was floating in some dream land where this could actually be happening. There was no way Alice would go this far with me…ever. I closed my eyes and fell into the rhythm she created while she jacked me off. The wet pressure that came a minute later made me moan loudly. Wait…My eyes snapped open and stared down at the sight before me.
Alice was on her knees, resting her perfect ass on her feet with her left arm between my legs pressing the glass for support. Her right hand was wrapped around my cock and her full lips were open revealing the soft pink tongue that was worshipping the head. I groaned as my dick twitched in response. A set of jade green eyes looked up at me, filled with pure carnal desire as she took a long shuddering breath. Her lips parted further and she turned her gaze from mine, sliding her mouth fully over the head and taking me into her mouth.
I died…right there in that shower. I died and went to a place filled with need, longing and ecstasy. The sound of water falling like rain was far off, with the thud of heartbeats and gentle sucking playing like an orchestra in my ears. All of my muscles were tightly bound and my skin felt every sensation; from the tiny droplets running down my back to the massaging of Alice’s mouth on the base of my dick. It was all too much to take in at once; too much for me to handle.
My arms shot out after a few minutes of this exquisite torture, hands searching for something solid to grasp as my insides melted into jelly. There was nothing, aside from my body or hers. Looking down, her black silken covered head bobbed back and forth with a quickening pace. I grunted at the image before me, lowering my hand to caress her hair and then her cheek.
I swear I heard an audible pop when my penis left her mouth.
“Are you alright?” she looked at me concerned, hand still wrapped around me.
I placed my other hand over hers and pumped myself while rubbing her cheek with my other hand. “I’m fine. You’re truly amazing,” I sounded like a love drunk fool.
“Oh, I thought something was wrong…” she started to blush.
“Nothing at all, I just needed some balance.”
Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at me from the floor and stuck out her tongue. She ran the wicked instrument from the base of my shaft, over our fingers, up to the tip. A quick swirl around the top was all the warning I got before she slid it back into her mouth while looking right at me. I was nearly undone from the sight; I removed my hand from over hers and placed both of them gently on her head. My fingers wound through her damp hair, reaching her scalp and started to massage it as she suckled me with her mouth. I resisted the urge to grip the silky locks tighter as she rocked me to my core, finding the thought of hurting her while she was pleasuring me repulsive. The pace grew faster and faster while my breathing got louder and the moans and growls erupted from my lips. I could feel the pressure building deep within my loins, wanting to escape after each delicious stroke of her wet mouth.
“Alice,” I hissed loudly. It was the only warning I could manage to cry out to her since my brain stopped trying to form words. Her mouth came to a stop at the base of my shaft and she moaned, sending vibrations from her throat through the head of my dick. I lost it completely and exploded into her mouth as the muscles of her throat clinched around me. Her free hand came up to cup my scrotum and I groaned in ecstasy. Between the sensations of her mouth and her hand, it was amazing I was still solid or even standing. It felt like the world was shattering around me and that I should be falling instead of clutching to Alice for support.
A few moments passed in near silence, the only sound was the water that still ran from the shower to the floor. She rose silently from her position on the floor and smiled, which nearly caused my jaw to fall open. Did she… swallow it?
“I’m going to go brush my teeth while you clean up if that’s okay?” she questioned lightly.
“Sssure,” I managed to stutter out, “I’ll be right out.”
I watched her exit the shower stall with a wink over her shoulder just before the glass door clicked back into place.
APOV
I chuckled inwardly at the awestruck look on his face when I had exited the shower as I brushed my teeth. I could hear his hurried scrubbing and rinsing in an attempt to finish up quickly. I cut the water to the sink just a few moments before the shower went silent. Jasper’s breathing was calmer now, but still loud in comparison to my own. I hopped up onto the cold marble counter and perched myself between the two sink bowls, crossing my naked legs. I’d neglected to cover myself up with a towel. It wouldn’t be needed in a few moments anyway if I had my way.
The shower stall door opened with a tiny squeak and Jasper emerged, reaching for a towel on the nearest towel bar. He dragged the fluffy white material across his head, down his chest and stomach and gently drying off his legs before wrapping it around his waist.
“You missed a spot…or two,” I laughed from my counter top view.
His eyes shot up from the floor in surprise and stared at me. “I didn’t know you were still in here,” he smiled to hide his shock.
I attempted to look as innocent as possible as he walked over to the vanity to look in the mirror. “Oops,” I giggled and covered my mouth in mockery.
I watched him inspect his face in the glass, watching as his eyes would wander over to my breasts and then snap back to his reflection.
“It’s okay if you want to look Jasper,” I laughed at him, “It’s not like you haven’t seen them before.”
“I’m not trying to be rude Alice,” he huffed.
“Oh,” I slowly uncrossed my legs and pouted while hooking a finger under his chin, “but I insist…” I threw every bit of smoldering lust I could into my gaze.
He reached up and ran his hand through my hair, slowly pulling my face to his and kissing me sweetly. I slid my hands on either side of his face and kissed him deeper, sliding my tongue out to meet his as they tangoed in our mouths. He sucked my bottom lip gently, taking it into his mouth and letting it pop back like a rubber band. I nipped at his playfully as I wound my fingers through his drying hair. The rumble in his chest grew louder, filling the room with its baritone sound as it vibrated around us. I felt him shift against the countertop, moving in between my open legs he grabbed my hips and pulled me across the marble until my core brushed against him through the towel. I gasped in the middle of our passionate kiss; he was hard again already. His eye lids lifted lazily to look up at me from under his thick eyelashes.
“Do you see what you do to me?” he drawled out the question lazily.
“Mmm, yes,” I moaned as I crushed his lips back to mine. I hitched my thumbs between the towel and his skin and loosened the cotton until it fell to the floor at his feet. His breathing picked up as I wrapped my legs around his hips and started to pull him closer to me.
“Alice, wait…” he panted like he’d just finished a cross country meet, “Are you sure about this? I know oral is one thing but…this?”
“Yes I’m positive,” I tried to kiss him again but he hesitated.
“I don’t have any condoms on me,” he confessed.
“It’s fine Jasper. I’m on the shot,” I tried to smile through this awkward moment. He sighed in resignation and I knew I was losing him. “Please,” I pleaded with my words and my eyes as I laid a hand on his chest. His heart was fluttering just like mine. “Please Jasper, everything will be fine… I promise.”
I dropped languid kisses along his jaw line as he pondered over my request. His eyes fell closed as I ran my nails over the flesh of his chest, playing with the thin hairs that rested there. I pressed my begging further, grabbing his free hand and placing it on my breast for him, hoping he’d come around soon. The fingers began to move and tease after a few moments, squeezing and stroking in slow sensual movements as he fondled it. I threw my head back when he wrapped his other arm around my back and pulled my chest closer to his mouth. He took my nipple in his mouth, softly licking the tender flesh before sucking at the tip where it had stiffened from his touch. My fingers dove into his hair as he was latched there, submitting myself to the masterful work of his tongue.
After a few moments of having his fill with both of my breasts, his tongue jutted out and ran a slow trail from my sternum to my chin. I looked down to his face, beautiful and perfect, with his hazel eyes glowing from the vanity lights. I couldn’t close my mouth from panting, his face was too statuesque not to admire. His hand travelled from my chest, down across my stomach until he reached his goal. I didn’t break his intense stare until he pushed one of his long fingers inside of me and I had to close my eyes against the wave of pleasure that rocked through me. I drew in a ragged breath as he moved it in and out slowly at first, but then picked up the pace.
I whimpered and felt hollow as he withdrew, arching myself up towards him in a begging gesture. I needed relief…immediately. The look on his face was calm, staring right at me as he raised his hand from between my legs to place his wicked finger in his mouth to taste me. I didn’t have time for the shock to register on my face as he started to pull my ass closer to him across the marble. Then he was there, hovering outside of my opening without any barrier at all, skin on skin.
Letting go of him, I put my arms back behind me on the vanity to brace myself from the inevitable impact. I was positive it would break me, if our kisses and other actions of the night were to be used as any sort of indicator. He pushed in slowly and gently but I could feel each shudder run through him, every crevice he hit as he did so. We hissed in unison as he reached the limit; he filled me to the core and it was magnificent.
“You’re so wet,” he breathed out as he started a slow rhythm.
I couldn’t form words to say to thank him or even compliment him in any way. My brain had switched to only processing feelings and emotions in this moment. The marble was cold underneath me and his palms grew hot and slick against my skin as he thrust impossibly deeper into me. My hands started to slip on the counter’s surface, so I latched onto him for support. I felt my fingers press into the tense muscles of his back, and I fleetingly feared clawing him with my nails as I tried to hang on. He grunted and panted in my ear as I moaned in ecstasy, filling the room with our beautiful chorus.
His fingers suddenly grasped my hip bones in a tight grip as he lifted and pulled me up and down with a quickening pace. I closed my eyes tightly, feeling the pressure build within me as the wave of an orgasm roared to life. Where he grunted I cried out and where he breathed out I drew a breath in. Jasper was racing towards the precipice that would ultimately have us both falling, crashing into an ocean of release. The muscles under my finger tips bound tighter as he braced himself and I squeezed tighter against his body. He slammed his torso into mine in a final thrust and the blackness behind my eyelids exploded with color. I clenched around his shaft repeatedly as he came with me. The roar that exploded from his lips totally eclipsed my cries of release, but be clung to each other as if we were the only stable objects in the room.
A few moments passed as we took in the moment, intertwined and gasping for breath. I slowly opened my eyes; the muted colors of the bathroom light were blinding in comparison to the darkness behind my lids. I looked to his face, surprised to find the hazel orbs staring back at me. They were glossy, covered in moisture that only love and emotion could produce. I imagined they were so much like my own in that moment. I watched his lips form a smile, curling up at the corner as he brushed a hand over my hair.
“You were breathtaking,” he breathed softly, “absolutely and utterly magnificant.”