Page 70 of Craving Paradise
“Don’t think I don’t want you, Jasper, because I do.”
“I want you, too, but I understand why we can’t. I just needed to touch you. I promise I won’t cross the line.”
“We already are in so many ways.” She sighs.
20
LAUREN
I’ve wanted no one as much as I want Jasper here on a bench in the rose garden. Everything that has happened tonight has crossed a line.
Being at his home.
Sitting next to him at the dinner table.
Him buying me at the auction.
Having a conversation in the dark by ourselves.
Me now straddled against his dick.
Every single one of these situations could cost me my job.Then why the hell do I not do what I want to do?There’s no difference between fucking him and running into him in the eyes of the club. If I ever got found out and fired, isn’t it better to get fired for fucking him? At least I would be satisfied.But what about Elle?I can’t leave her to fend for herself at the club.But she could still end up alone if you don’t fuck Jasper too.This is true as well.You always put everyone else’s needs above your own.Again, this is true. Being a good person sucks sometimes.
I feel Jasper’s nose against my collarbone. “You smell like a tropical island. Coconuts. Sunshine. Like Paradise.” He sighs and moves it across the delicate skin.
I want Jasper Fox!
I’m sick of denying the spark that has been lit between the two of us. We seem to keep orbiting back to each other. It’s like magnets are charged, pulling toward each other no matter the obstacles, and when they meet, sparks fly.
Fuck it.
I grab Jasper’s face, cup his cheeks, and bring his mouth to mine. He opens for me instantly, and we both implode as soon as our lips meet. There’s no stopping us now. The match has been lit, and the tinderbox is on fire. Jasper pulls me against his body, and I feel every ripple of taut muscle through his thin tuxedo shirt as he presses himself against me. His fingers grip my ass as he pulls me closer to his dick. His hands then hold me down against his hardening cock as he dry humps me. Our tongues duel in a fierce battle for dominance, neither of us willing to bend to the other. My nipples harden as I shamelessly rub myself against him.
“Please tell me you have a condom?” I ask him through labored breaths.
“Yes, wal … let,” he stutters as he tries to grab the item from his back pocket. His lips move away for a second, and the next thing I know, he is pulling out the condom and handing it to me before his mouth is back on mine. I reach down between us and fumble with his tuxedo pants. My fingers find the button, then the zipper, and I push them down, releasing him from his restraints.
“Yes,” he moans as if it physically pained him before having his cock enshrined in fabric. Jasper pulls down the top of my dress and begins sucking my nipples.
Oh yes. That feels good.
I reach between our legs again and pull him from his underwear. My hand runs up and down his velvety skin, pulling a long string of moans and curses from his lips. My hands fumble with the condom because of my impatience until I finally have it on. Then I flick the buttons on my bodysuit, and it opens. Jasper then lifts me and slides me hard along his dick. We both hiss at the connection.
“Fuck, yes,” Jasper curses in my ear as he thrusts up in me.
I don’t think I’ve ever needed to come so quickly. Just by having someone enter me, it usually takes so much longer for the buildup to get to that detonation point. Jasper’s thick dick stretches me wide around him, and it’s a delirious burn. His length hits me in the right spots, especially straddling him. “God, I’ve needed this. Need you.”
“I know, me, too,” I confess as our foreheads meet.
This build-up all night has led to us fucking in the rose garden, and I’m not mad. Probably when the hormones and lust float away, I’ll be regretting what we are doing, but in this moment, I don’t care.
Jasper’s hand slides between us. “Look, Lauren,” he says, staring down at where he is pumping into me. “I’ll never get sick of that view. Best fucking feeling filling you up,” he states as he slides his thumb over my clit, and my entire pussy clenches. “That’s it, baby, choke me. Tighten that pussy nice and tight around my cock. Squeeze it,” he commands, and I do as I’m told, tightening myself around him, feeling his thickness sliding inside me as his thumb furiously works my clit until my eyes close. “Open those eyes, Lauren. I want you to watch me make you come. I want you to know who is the one delivering you to the fucking gods,” he curses as he continues to push me higher and higher.
I watch his dick slide between my wet folds, hypnotizing me until the image becomes blurry because my entire body convulses as Jasper pushes me over the edge with his magic fingers. He captures my release with his mouth, and I scream against his lips. I’m thankful for that because there was no way in the world I would have been able to keep silent. The entire charity event would have heard me coming in the rose garden. We claw at each other as if we can’t get any closer than we are, teeth clashing, lips bitten, tongues dueling until I feel the sharpness of Jasper’s teeth into my shoulder as he growls into my skin as his release takes over. Every single vibration from his mouth is like tiny shockwaves over my body, making me clench my pussy against him.
“Fuck, Lauren, are you trying to kill me?” I squeeze down on him, making me laugh. We are both a sweaty mess, and our skin has a silken sheen to it. We have completely worn off my lipstick and are finding it difficult to catch our breaths. “Fuck.” He chuckles as his hand falls against my shoulder. “I’ll never get sick of fucking you.”
“Me either. Why is it always so good?”