Jasper Lucas (sinsoftheson) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-01-31 10:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | #september 2017, jasper, jasper x jules, jules |
Who: Jules and Jasper
When: Friday, Sept 29, night
Where: Jasper’s house
Warning: turns NSFW for a while in the middle
Status: Complete
Jasper had had a fairly successful trip to Belladonna earlier in the day, and he hoped he’d gotten what he needed. He’d walked his way back to his new official home, let himself in, let the dogs out after they’d gotten done eagerly sniffing at his jacket pocket. Gavin wasn’t home and wouldn’t be until late, he didn’t think. Jasper placed the hex bag in his new bedroom, tucking it into a drawer in his nightstand. He wanted it close by while he was sleeping, though the house was probably the safest place for him. There already were hex bags everywhere. Jasper left one of the bags in his jacket to be sewn into it later, and put the other two on his dresser. One was for Jules and the other was for his car, whenever he got it back. Reagan had said not to move them around much, but he wasn’t about to go down to the auto body shop to put it in there now.
After that, it was a matter of wasting time. He really wanted to see Jules, but there was a football game going on and that meant she would be occupied for a while. Jasper smoked a bowl and pilfered a beer from the fridge, plopping down in front of the TV with Max and Rude and doing his best not to check his phone for the time every ten minutes. Eventually it got late enough that he thought Jules might actually see a text, so he sent one off. hey. good game? u busy rn?
It was super weird to be going through the motions of school, and the social stuff that was expected of her. The football game was well attended, and the Wolves won - yay! - but Jules couldn't help but feel a little strange, shaking her pom poms and cheering like everything was cool and normal when things weren't exactly normal anymore. She was pretty good at hiding it, though she had occasionally scanned the football field and the crowd more than once for those creepy kids that Jasper described. But no, everything seemed pretty routine. The sound of heavily padded bodies slamming each other into the turf, parents and students cheering in the stands, kids smoking under the bleachers and teachers pretending not to notice so they wouldn't have to actually supervise while the game was going on. Same old, same old.
After the game was over, Jules and her friends headed over to Moxie's, where they were joined shortly after by freshly showered football players and some other friends. She was squeezed into a booth with a few of them, swirling her straw around a strawberry shake and doing her very best to have fun. It was fun. It was normal, which was probably what she needed at the moment. Her phone was face down on the table next to her milkshake, but she somehow managed to hear the slight vibration from the text coming in. Maybe because she was waiting for it, though it sort of killed her in a way to admit it. She read the text from Jasper, keeping her phone turned just enough that if one of her friends sitting with her looked over, they wouldn't see it. If she had been alone, Jules would have waited at least fifteen minutes to text back, but maybe she was ready for an excuse to leave the madhouse that had become Moxie's. we won, she texted quickly. not super busy tho. where r u? Jules could only assume he wanted to hook up, and she was wondering which street he was parked on right now.
Jasper had put his own phone down on his thigh, not expecting an answer right away. He almost never got an immediate answer from Jules, and he was sure she was out with people at the moment, so he would just have to keep cuddling the dogs and wait. But a moment later it was buzzing on his leg. Jasper picked it up a bit too quickly, a small buzz of good feeling running through his stomach as he read that she wasn’t busy. at my dads. home alone. He paused and stared at those words for a moment before adding come over to the end and sending the text. It hadn’t been a question, really. Jasper wanted her there, kind of needed her there, if he was being honest. He wasn’t going to feel relaxed until she had at least some protection. Plus they hadn’t gotten to really see each other alone since before the fog, and that was too long.
Jules was admittedly a little surprised when he asked her to come over. Or rather, told her to come over, but that was the norm for she and Jasper. It wasn't like either one of them asked the other to hang out when they wanted something and Jules had been guilty of demanding his presence at times too. Whatever, it didn't bother her. But she hadn't expected him to want her over at his dad's house, especially after the fights they'd had about it. Something pleasant and warm seemed to flood through her chest and Jules grabbed her bag before nudging her friends to slip out of the booth so she could leave. It was easy to make up an excuse - her mom needed her home - and while they tried to persuade her to stay, Jules was already halfway to the exit, waving goodbye before she stepped outside. It was chilly and she hurried to get into her car before finally texting Jasper back. be there in a few. send me the address.
If she was being honest, Jules was kind of excited to see him. They had passed each other in the halls at school yesterday and today, but that wasn't the same thing at all. The phone call on Sunday and a few texts here and there had been it since last week and Jules had been getting antsy. When she finally got to the proper street, Jules parked a couple houses down, just in case someone she knew drove by and recognized her car - or if his dad came home unexpectedly or something. Jules turned off her car and lifted her bag from the passenger seat, looking down at her cheerleader skirt. After deliberating for a second, Jules reached underneath and shimmied out of the maroon colored spanks the cheerleaders wore beneath their uniforms. She shoved them into her bag before climbing out of her car and smoothing her skirt down. It was chilly, especially in a skirt with no panties on, and Jules walked quickly across the lawn to the house. Jules knocked twice and slipped her phone into her bag as well while she waited.
Jasper had texted Jules the address with no additional comment. He nudged the dogs off of him and got up to straighten up a little bit, dumping out the cigarette butts in the ashtray in the living room and clearing a bit more trash away. Gavin kept the house pretty clean, and Jasper hadn’t been there long enough to really mess it up ... but it was still a humble-looking place. If Jules judged it harshly ... whatever. At least Jasper had a room of his own now and good privacy while Gavin was at work. Belatedly, he realized he hadn’t had a shower since that morning, and he dipped a hand down the front of his jeans to feel his balls and then sniff his fingers. They didn’t seem too bad. It occurred to him then that if Jules wanted him to shower before they inevitably fucked, it would be easy to do. Hell, she could even join him. Such were the joys of not fooling around in a car all the time.
The dogs jumped off the couch and ran to the door right before Jules knocked, and that sound set them off barking. They didn’t do that when Gavin was home, but he wasn’t, so Max and Rude obviously had to warn Jasper of the murderer at the door. “Calm down, shut up, it’s okay,” he was telling them calmly as he kneed his way through them to get to the door. “Stop. Stay.” After nudging them back, he unlocked it and pulled it open, his heart giving a weird little twist when he saw Jules standing there. Jasper smiled faintly and opened the door wider, giving the dogs a warning point when Rude’s butt lifted off the ground again. “They don’t bite, they just sound mean,” he told Jules as he gestured her inside.
It didn't occur to Jules to judge Jasper's dad's house. It was smaller than her own, obviously, and maybe she had some preconceived notions about it because he was a Lucas, but the house itself was kind of cozy looking and Jasper had invited her over and she wasn't going to stand there and wrinkle her nose because it didn't have six bedrooms and three baths. They only needed one bedroom, really. The barking inside was loud and a little intimidating and she hoped that Jasper's dad's dogs didn't like to jump up on people, because oh my god. She didn't have any pets of her own, and all of her friends had like, little yappy dogs or cats. Her happiness at seeing Jasper was dulled a little by dog-related anxiety and Jules peered inside, spotting two dogs that looked mean along with sounding mean. She hesitated and then stepped inside, trusting that Jasper wouldn't let them maul her or anything. "What are their names?" Jules asked, moving out of the way so Jasper could shut the door, but sort of sticking by his side just in case the dogs decided to attack her.
It wasn’t hard to see that the dogs made her nervous, and Jasper briefly felt stupid for not putting them up before she got there. They were just such a part of the house, and he was a little stoned still. “That’s Max, and that’s Rude,” he said. The dogs both stood at hearing their names, tails wagging madly, even as Rude growled a bit in his throat still. “Sorry, lemme just ...” Jasper snagged hold of both their collars in each hand and started leading them away. They didn’t really want to go, necks stretching to sniff at the newcomer, but they were good boys, so they walked with him after a bit of tugging. He escorted them to the master bedroom and left them in there, shutting the door behind him and walking back out to where Jules was still standing. He gave her a lopsided smile. “Sorry, shoulda thought of that,” he murmured. Jasper really wanted to hug her, to feel her against him, but he hesitated for a second. That was kind of boyfriendly, wasn’t it? Fuck.
Max and Rude? That didn't really help her apprehension at all, though Jules didn't think she would be down on the ground wanting to rub their bellies if they had been named Rainbow and Butterfly either. She felt kind of bad that Jasper had to lock them in another room, but at the same time, it helped her relax and she felt some of the tension easing from her shoulders. Jules exhaled and smiled at him when he returned. "It's okay. Sorry, like... I've never really been around bigger dogs before." Jules looked around and then arched a brow at Jasper. She could smell pot lingering, though it didn't bother her. Maybe that's why he had wanted her to come over. Maybe he was too stoned to care about her being in his dad's house, although his eyes weren't super bloodshot or anything. The urge to tell him she had missed him all week was there, on the tip of her tongue, but it felt weird to admit to. It sort of felt like it went beyond fuck buddies, or whatever they were. "Are you getting along okay with your dad?" she asked instead.
“No problem,” Jasper said with a chuckle. “They really are giant babies once they know you, but I get it.” A lot of people were intimidated by breeds that looked like Max and Rude did. They had big barks too. Besides the companionship, Jasper had a suspicion that was why his father had gotten them, for the protection of their presence. He didn’t blame Gavin much, Jasper himself felt much more comfortable around the house with them there. He moved to go and sit on the couch again, gesturing for Jules to join him. It didn’t occur to him to give her a tour or anything, the place wasn’t that big or that nice. But it was home now, so whatever. “We’re doin’ all right, yeah,” he answered her question. “Makes it easier that he works a lot, so. Kinda passing like ships in the night so far.” His glass pipe was still sitting on the coffee table, and Jasper reached to pick it up to offer it to Jules with a cocked eyebrow.
Jules followed Jasper, not really expecting a tour of the small house. She hadn't given him one of her house the first time he came over. The only room Jasper had needed to know about was her bedroom, after all. She slipped her bag off her shoulder and set it on the floor before moving to sit beside him on the couch, one leg curled up beneath her. Jules was careful to smooth her skirt over her thighs before she took the pipe from him. She couldn't get too high, since she had to drive home eventually, but she wasn't going to say no to some weed. Jules knew Jasper's dad owned the bar near the marina, and it was a Friday night, so she didn't think he was going to be home anytime soon. She didn't think Jasper would have invited her over if that wasn't going to be the case. Jules settled back as she took a hit from the pipe. "Are you doing anything this weekend?" she asked, once she had exhaled the smoke. She didn't offer the pipe back yet, thinking she needed at least one or two more pulls to catch up to where he was. "Do you work?"
While Jules took a hit, Jasper took the opportunity to look her over closer. He wasn’t fond of cheerleaders as a whole, but he had to admit that the uniform was cute. It felt so cliche to think about, but something about that short little bouncy skirt ... He pulled his eyes away and picked up the TV remote to change the channel to one of the music ones on the high end of the station list. Jasper was pretty sure Jules didn’t want to just sit around and watch dumb shows with him, so music was a better option. Besides, he had to talk to her about the hex bags. He hummed an affirmative and nodded as he sat back again, letting his head fall back against the couch cushion. “Both days. The boss expects it to be busy since everybody was stuck inside for a while,” he told her. Jasper moved his fingers to lazily stroke the backs of his knuckles against Jules’s lower thigh. Her skin was so soft. He’d missed touching her. “How ‘bout you?”
Jules didn't really care what they did, if she was being honest with herself. She was just cool to spend some time with him, which was probably really stupid and should make her rethink this whole thing, but... she didn't want to leave. She had only seen him in brief glimpses at school since the morning after her party, and he was looking sexy and everything. Jules took a deeper pull from the pipe before finally offering it back to Jasper. She was more or less facing him on the couch and Jules rested her elbow on the back of it, comfortable already despite it being a new, unknown environment. "I don't work," she reminded him with a grin before she lifted her chin a little to release the smoke from between her lips. His hand felt good against her skin and Jules reached over to play with a bit of his hair. "Sera and I are going to Portland to shop for Homecoming dresses tomorrow. I don't know what I'm doing after. Maybe going to see that werewolf movie at the Orion. Sunday might just be a lazy day."
Once he’d taken one more hit himself and put the pipe down, Jasper gave her a purse-lipped, amused little look at the declaration she didn’t work ... no shit. Jules probably wouldn’t have to work for anything until after college, because of course she would go to school somewhere. Somewhere not in Point Pleasant. That dim realization gave him a weird, uncomfortable feeling in his chest that he did his best to push down. Being high helped. Who needed to think about the future when he felt so good? Especially with Jules playing with his hair. She didn’t do that a lot, and he was kind of a sucker for it. “Homecoming dresses, huh?” he murmured, then grinned at her. “Send me some dressing room pictures? My dad wants to have like, a family barbecue thing on Sunday, my sister’s been bugging him about it, so ... I’ll be doin’ that and then going to work. The excitement never ends.” Jasper gave a little huff, turning his hand to lazily stroke his fingers against Jules’s thigh.
Occasionally Jules thought about getting a job. Somewhere like Veronica's with cute clothes and a nice discount - she was never, ever going to be a waitress or anything like that. But her life was just too busy to try and cram in a job too, so she figured it could await awhile longer. Or at least until her mom pushed her to get one, which hadn't happened yet. The pot was making her feel a bit looser and more relaxed, but so was hanging out with Jasper on his couch and not bickering or being mean to each other. Her lips quirked when he mentioned dressing room pictures. "Do you want actual pictures of me in a dress? Or in between dresses?" she asked, because she got the feeling Jasper would probably prefer pictures of Jules partially naked over wearing formal dresses. Her smile widened as she slid her fingers into his hair by his ear. "And do I get hot barbecue pictures? It's only fair, right?"
Jasper laughed at that, like any part of a family barbecue was going to be hot. That kind of hot, anyway. Though he guessed he could sneak off to the bathroom, get hard, and send her a dick pic or whatever. “Uh duh, in between dresses,” he murmured with a lopsided grin. “But y’know ... I’ll take anything. Just tits out, upskirts, whatever.” Jasper snickered again, his hand settling more firmly against her leg, thumb slowly rubbing her skin. She was just a magnet for his hands, it seemed like. And fuck, did her fingers feel good. Talking about homecoming dresses made him want to ask her if she had a date, if Jules going with anybody broke any of their rules, but he bit his tongue on it. They weren’t supposed to care about that shit, and he didn’t want to start arguing with her. “I’ll smear some barbecue sauce on my dick and send you a pic, that’s hot right?” he teased instead.
She hadn't really expected him to ask her if she had a date to homecoming, because she doubted he cared, but she wondered if he wondered, even a little. Jules still hadn't decided if she wanted to ask him to go with her or not. She didn't think he would say yes, even if she did. Then again, Jules figured she could always ask him mid-blow job or something... guys were super agreeable to stuff in the middle of sex. But his fingers felt good, even just stroking her skin. It sent a thrill through her, which wasn't unusual. Jasper just seemed to have that effect on her body. He had since they first started fooling around. There was something addictive about those pleasurable tingles that took over every inch of her body, even when they weren't totally naked and fucking yet. She huffed out a laugh, stroking her thumb over his earlobe before she unfolded her leg from beneath her to move over toward him. Jules straddled and then settled on his lap, her hands coming up to brush through his hair again. "You know, I don't need dick pics all the time, as nice as yours is. You could just send me a picture of you... without barbecue sauce smeared all over."
Warmth pooled in Jasper’s belly when Jules moved to sit on him, and he grinned lazily. It was part of their whole thing to not be able to keep their hands off of one another whenever they were together for more than a couple of minutes, but he always liked it when she really broke first. Like she really and truly wanted him. He smoothed his hands down her sides, kind of enjoying how the thick material of her cheer uniform felt against his palms as he gazed up at her. He was feeling nicely stoned now and the warm arousal was beginning to build. Jules was just fucking beautiful and she smelled amazing, and he liked her weight against his thighs. He cocked a brow at her, still smirky. “You said hot pictures,” he pointed out. “That means I gotta be at least partly naked, right?” Jasper moved his hands to run them up Jules’s legs, slipping them under her skirt toward her hips ... and he encountered nothing but bare skin under there. It made him grin and he let out a little ‘ooo’ as he felt a happy jolt in his groin. “Speaking of naked ...”
He did feel really nice beneath her. The denim from his jeans against her bare skin, the solid warmth of his body, even beneath his clothes. It was even better that they weren't stuck in his car right now, because she could do something like this comfortably. Sure, Jules did like messing around in his car from time to time, because it added that extra thrill of getting caught, and the restrictive space meant they were pressed together more firmly, but still. This was just some place new to fool around, and she liked it. The THC was sinking in quite pleasurably and Jules had to keep herself from rocking over his lap already. She ducked her head down, smiling when his hands found her bare skin beneath her skirt. She knew he would like that. One less piece of clothing to worry about later. And god, she liked the way his fingers felt against her. No one ever touched her quite like Jasper did, though that was never anything she could admit to out loud. Jules pressed her lips to the pulse point in his neck and nuzzled him. "Do you really think you've got to be partially naked to be hot?" she asked before lifting her face and arching a delicate, blonde brow down at him. "Do you think I have to be partially naked in pictures for them to be hot?"
No panties under the cheer skirt meant that Jasper might get to fuck her with it on, and that was a fun thought. Not that he couldn’t have done that anyway by just pulling her underthings off, but the fact that she’d waltzed in with all of that already removed ... fuck. In spite of the tone of the conversation, he was already getting hard under her, and Jasper shifted a little to nudge his cock into a more comfortable spot. The nuzzling didn’t help, either, but he was so far from complaining. Jasper was going to enjoy the fuck out of christening his new room with her. He smoothed his hands over her hips and ass, giving it a firm squeeze, smirking at her when she looked at him again. “Fuck no ... but you’re you and I’m me,” he murmured. “You’re hot no matter what.” Okay so maybe he was doing a little compliment fishing ... what was wrong with that? It wasn’t like Jules handed them out easily. Jasper gripped her ass again and leaned in himself to nuzzle and kiss at her neck.
The way Jasper shifted beneath her applied just enough pressure against her more sensitive areas to make her release a breathy sigh and it felt as if waves of heat were starting to pool directly between her legs. She thought about reaching between them to unzip his jeans and get him inside of her, but Jules didn't want this to be over just yet. One hand pushed into his hair at the back of his neck when he started kissing hers and Jules let her head fall back, her eyes closing as she reveled in how good everything felt. "People who're hot are always hot, no matter what," she pointed out as a faint sort of giggle formed in her throat. "And you know you're hot. There's no way you don't know you're hot. Look at you." She had always thought so, anyway, even before they hooked up this summer. He had just been a Lucas, and girls like her didn't fuck around with boys like Jasper. That didn't mean she couldn't appreciate his body, or his eyes, and all of that. Maybe his reputation made him hotter, she didn't know. Did it really matter? Jules slid her hands down his body to work on getting his t-shirt up and off. It seemed only fair for him to lose some clothes too.
Jasper wasn’t blind, he knew he came from a good looking family, and he’d missed most of the ugly branches on the way down, or whatever that saying was. Did he know that a lot of girls thought he was hot? Yes. Did he ever in a million years think that he would be hot to someone like Jules Cooper? Not really, but she did. Maybe at first that had been all he was to her -- that was pretty much all she’d been to him -- but things seemed to be changing between them in a way that made him care more what she thought of him, and his appearance was mixed up in all that too. So hearing ‘look at you’ tossed back at him was kind of delightful. Jasper leaned back enough to let Jules pull his shirt off, then didn’t waste any time getting his hands up under her skirt again. He grabbed her ass and pulled her in tighter against him, meeting her eyes for a hot second before he dipped his face in to make out with her neck some more. She didn’t like him to kiss her, after all, and he really wanted his mouth on something. “You gotta help me break in my new bed,” Jasper mumbled in between nibbly kisses. Just so she knew he wanted to fuck her somewhere other than the couch.
Jules knew she was probably shallow enough to admit that if she hadn't found Jasper hot she would have never hooked up with him, drunk or not. But he definitely had a certain appeal that she found attractive, and she wasn't the only one. Her friends had talked about Jasper Lucas before, though Jules didn't think any of them would be willing to do everything Jules was willing to do with him. It was also kind of weird that she wasn't entirely focused on his looks anymore. She hadn't wanted him hooking up with other girls anymore, and he was the only person she told about that whole mirror thing. And now she was actually contemplating asking him to Homecoming, which... even a few weeks ago would have been entirely out of the question. It didn't make any sense to her and kind of put her in a strange, vulnerable position, but Jules was unable to break away from it. She still couldn't get enough of him. He was like some kind of drug that she couldn't shake. Not that she had tried.
With his shirt out of the way, Jules smoothed her palms up his chest, enjoying the feel of solid, warm skin beneath her hands. Everything felt so chill and horny and Jules wiggled a bit on his lap, shivering at the contrast of his jeans against her heat. "You have to show me where it is first," she breathed, bringing her hands up to his shoulders. "Like, right now."
A small laugh escaped Jasper against Jules’s neck. “So demanding,” he murmured and gave her skin a sharper little nip. If he hadn’t been so stoned and lazy-feeling, he might have tried to stand up with her. Jasper was pretty sure he could handle Jules’s weight, she wasn’t a big girl by any means, but that seemed like so much effort, and he wanted to conserve his energy. So instead he gave her ass smack and pulled back so she could get up off of him. Not that he really wanted her to, because her hands and that wiggle all felt amazing, but teleportation was not a skill that he had. It would all get even better in the bedroom.
Jules was demanding, but in this instance, she didn't think Jasper minded it much. She groaned a bit at the ass smack, but slipped off of his lap so they could both stand. Jules left her bag on the floor, not really needing anything inside of it at the moment, and she followed Jasper to his bedroom. She did look around the bits of the house they passed through, which wasn't much to be honest, but even in her relatively high state, she was interested in seeing where he lived, even if was a more recent development. When they got to his bedroom, Jules slipped her arms around him and peppered kisses against his chest. He smelled so good to her and she was desperate to get the rest of his clothes off.
It was a short walk, which Jasper was grateful for, considering the state of fullness in his jeans. The bedroom he’d taken over was still a little impersonal -- he’d abandoned all his posters and layers of teenage decor at his mom’s house, assuming she would trash it all. There was a queen sized bed on a simple metal frame, one nightstand, a dresser with a mirror over it. There were still a few boxes stacked in the corner that had been there before he moved in, but Gavin had muttered about getting those into storage too. The sheets on the bed were a mess and there were some clothes strewn about on the floor, so it was lived-in at least, even if he hadn’t made it fully his yet. After he’d shut the door behind them, Jasper gave a deep hum when Jules got close again, sliding his hands down the curve of her back. He put his face near her hair and breathed her in as his fingers hunted for the zipper on the top part of her uniform. The skirt could stay on, but Jasper wanted more access to her skin.
Jules couldn't have cared less about the lack of 'things' in Jasper's room. She knew this was a fairly new development for him, and frankly she wasn't there to get into his shit. The bed was all they needed. Here she wasn't worried about her mom or step-dad coming home, or her stepbrother interrupting something. Even if Jasper's dad came home, she doubted he was the kind of dad to actually care what was going on. She nuzzled her face against his chest and licked and nipped at his skin until she pulled back to help him get her top off. She wore a sports bra on underneath and Jules wiggled out of that quickly to get it out of the way. She sort of had the feeling that Jasper would want to keep her skirt on, so she left it, her hands reaching for his jeans instead to get them unbuttoned and unzipped. Not that she would admit to it out loud, but one of her favorite parts of fooling around with Jasper was when they undressed each other. A lot of the times in his car they kept some of their clothes on, just for convenience sake, so she really took the time to enjoy these kind of moments when they had the time to get fully naked. Or, mostly naked, in her case. Jules grinned a bit when she yanked his fly open and slipped her hand inside to touch him.
Sports bras were hard to take off, so Jasper left that bit to Jules while he touched what other parts of her he could reach. Mostly everything under her skirt, so his hands weren’t in the way. He caressed her upper thighs and hips, another delightful wave of warmth flooding through him as he watched her breasts bounce free of all that spandex. Undressing was definitely an underrated part of sex, Jasper would have to agree with that. It was kind of like unwrapping presents on Christmas morning, only with more orgasms involved. While Jules reached for his fly, Jasper leaned in to press his mouth against the skin on her upper chest. Even after a game where he knew she’d physically worked hard, she smelled amazing to him. With a muffled groan at the touch in his jeans, Jasper firmly gripped Jules’s ass and kissed his way down to one nipple. The angle was a bit awkward standing up, but he couldn’t care with that little nub between his lips. He did want to get her horizontal though, so Jasper started shuffling them toward the bed.
God, she really did love it when she did something that resulted in any kind of noise from Jasper. She knew she was pretty damn good in bed, but it was still a thrill to hear those groans, or gasps or whatever it was. Maybe she just liked causing him that kind of pleasure. She would have stood there stroking him for a bit longer, but Jasper started moving them both toward his bed, so she pulled her hand out of his jeans and gripped his hip, panting softly as his tongue and lips worked her nipple. They didn't have far to go, and Jules slid her hand into his hair when the backs of her knees hit his mattress. Gripping the soft strands, Jules pulled his head up from her breast so she could kiss him, her tongue immediately licking at his lips, demanding access. Yes, she knew she had the no kissing rule, but she also had the 'always wear a condom' rule and they had fucked that up, so whatever. If she was in the mood to kiss him, she was going to kiss him, and right now, she was in the mood for that, and a lot more.
He loved it when she pulled his head around by the hair like that. Jasper had always thought hair-pulling was a thing only girls enjoyed, but he’d learned better very quickly once he started hooking up with Jules. It was made even hotter that she pulled him to her mouth instead of just away, and Jasper parted his lips for her tongue without hesitation. He groaned into the kiss, savoring it as much as possible while both hands moved up to cup and knead Jules’s breasts. He only got to kiss her when she wanted it, and there was something hot about that too. Not that he wanted to admit that out loud to her -- she could probably already tell. Jasper pinched lightly at Jules’s nipples before his restless hands had to roam over her sides and back again, then pulled her skirt up in the back to grope her ass while their tongues stroked together. He never got tired of touching her, and it was nice to do it where there was so much elbow room. Jasper eventually had to pull away for air, and he gave her hips a little push. “Lie down,” he murmured hoarsely.
She supposed she couldn't whine about Jasper never being the one to initiate a kiss, given the last couple times he had she had slapped him in the face. But, of course, Jules did like having a bit of power in this non-relationship, and it was even more intoxicating that Jasper let her. He had this reputation for being some kind of delinquent and pain in the ass, which he was sometimes, but it was exciting that she seemed to know a different side of him. She knew what he liked, and what he sounded like when he came. She knew how to annoy the shit out of him, and make him smile - sometimes. Maybe that was what kept this from getting boring. Jules groaned into his mouth, her nipples tight and achy from his hands. Everywhere he touched Jules shivered, feeling it directly between her legs. She wasn't wearing any underwear anymore and she could feel on the insides of her thighs just how wet he'd gotten her. Licking her lips at his demand, Jules scooted back onto the bed until she was in the middle of his rumpled blankets. She lowered herself onto her back, her eyes never leaving Jasper. Jules brought one knee up, not quite spreading her legs for him, but allowing him to see a little bit of flesh beneath her skirt.
Even knowing every inch of what she looked like naked, that small flash was delicious. Staring at her with open lust, Jasper shoved his jeans and boxers the rest of the way down and stepped out of them, kicking them off to one side. The socks went next, because dudes with just socks on in porn always looked fucking stupid to him, and finally they were as nude as they were going to get this time. Because goddamn, that little skirt was doing things to him. Jasper enjoyed imagining just how many guys had had their eyes on Jules’s toned legs that very night, watching her bounce around and smile and scream for the team. Just wishing they could get her to even look their way. And there she was on his bed, about to be snugly fit around his cock so he could make her scream for different reasons. Wetting his lips, he climbed up onto the mattress from the bottom of it, something almost predatory in his gaze as he crawled toward her. Once he’d reached her feet, Jasper bent his head to start kissing his way up one leg, from ankle to thigh, taking his time. When he reached the hem of her skirt, he snagged it in his teeth to give it a little pull, then started kissing down her other leg.
Jules watched Jasper get completely undressed, her lower lip caught between her teeth. It was hard not to stare and appreciate. He had such a nice body, and he knew exactly what he was doing, and how to do it. How on earth was she supposed to get sick of him if she couldn't get enough? She was breathing softly when he began to kiss his way up her leg, and Jules's lips quirked into a small smile. It didn't tickle, but it definitely left goosebumps along her skin. It felt kind of languid and relaxed, which was a nice change from most of the other times, when they didn't have a lot of time and were in a hurry to get to the fucking. Jules had the vague thought that maybe those times were better, because she never had a lot of time to think about things then. Like how cute he was, and how she liked the smell of his bed around her and how it was really going to suck when this inevitably ended, because she was pretty sure he'd spoiled her for other guys, even if she would rather die than ever say so. Jules huffed out a soft laugh when his teeth pulled a bit at her skirt, and she reached out to touch him when he started on her other leg. Her hand shoved into his hair again, but she didn't pull or tug this time, not wanting to deter him too much from what he was doing.
Jasper was in no rush this time. They were somewhere warm and comfortable where they could stretch out, his dad wouldn’t be home for hours, the dogs were fine, he didn’t even know where his phone was anymore, so there wouldn’t be any interruptions. As hot as all the intensity could be, they didn’t have to race to the finish line this time. And with how he was currently feeling, Jasper wanted to thoroughly enjoy this. Once he’d thoroughly worshipped her legs, Jasper nudged them further apart so he could settle between them, nuzzling at her inner thighs and slipping one hand up under her skirt to stroke his fingers against her. She was wet as fuck, just from what they’d been doing so far, and that was ridiculously hot as always. Jasper loved turning her on. He kept his touch light for a moment, then slipped one finger into her, pressing teasing kisses against the skirt sill covering her body.
Jules had never had a boyfriend who was so eager to go down on her as Jasper was. She'd had a couple who never even tried, but figured fingering her for a minute or two was enough to get her hot and ready. She hadn't even pegged Jasper as the type to enjoy it, always figuring he was probably the kind of boy who'd be selfish enough to want head but never reciprocate. But... Jasper had always been full of surprises. He still was. Jules exhaled sharply at the first touch of his finger sliding inside of her and Jules shifted a bit restlessly beneath him, her hand sliding over his hair to the back of his head gently. It was a tease, but she bit her lip, more than willing to enjoy it at least for a little bit before she got too impatient and needy. Jules drew both knees up now, keeping them out of his way, but wanting to encourage more of what he was doing. Honestly, there was nothing sexier in her mind than watching Jasper between her legs like that. She sort of wished she had her phone to take a picture.
Jasper didn’t give head to every girl he fucked -- or used to fuck, since those days were apparently suspended for now -- but there was just something particular about Jules that he couldn’t get enough of. Maybe it was part of their crazy chemistry, but she always smelled and tasted good to him, and he loved the way she felt against his tongue, and how she reacted to it. He didn’t overthink it, really, just followed his impulses, and they often led him between Jules’s thighs. Especially when he was high and more present in his body than in his mind. After tossing a glance up toward her face, Jasper ducked his head underneath her skirt to stroke his tongue against her clit, oh so lightly. It was warm under there and smelled delightfully like her pussy. Jasper imagined doing this somewhere public, like after cheer practice, finding her and putting her ass up on the bleachers in the gym and making her moans echo everywhere. He made a soft noise in the back of his throat as he licked her again, pushing his finger in deeper and curling it to find that sweet spot.
Jules smiled briefly when Jasper disappeared beneath her skirt, and the amusement was followed quite quickly by a satisfied sigh of contentment at the feel of his tongue against her. Her body squeezed instinctively around his finger and Jules arched her hips up, wanting more. Since Jasper was beneath her skirt, Jules couldn't exactly stroke or grip his hair, so she reached out to grab the blanket beneath her instead, soft moans starting to escape her lips. Things felt a bit hazy, but blissful and she gasped loudly when he hit a particularly sensitive spot. "Right there," she breathed, opening her eyes to look at him, though he was still hidden from view beneath her skirt. "A little harder..." Because the teasing was both amazing and torturous, and she knew he could get her there if he applied a little more pressure with his tongue, and fuck it, she was starting to feel a little overheated and needy and really, was that so wrong?
Jasper sure as hell didn’t see anything wrong with it. He rather enjoyed it when Jules bossed him around, he was coming to accept that about himself. It was so hot when a girl knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to get it. He knew from experience that he could get more than one orgasm out of her, so why not give her as many as she could take? He put more pressure against the spot that she wanted, flicking it with his tongue as a second finger joined the first. Having his fingers in her reminded him of how heavenly it had been to have his cock in her without a condom in the way, and his hardon flexed against the bed. Jasper was leaving a wet spot on the sheets, he already knew it. He exhaled a low groan against her, more than happy to put work into making Jules come now.
The best thing about being able to tell Jasper what she wanted, and how she wanted it, was the fact that he actually listened. They didn't always get along, and they bickered a lot, and whatever, but at least he always tried to make sex good for her. Just another reason why she wasn't ready for it to end yet. Jasper seemed to know exactly how to keep her interested, like this for example. Jules moaned and arched up, her fingers tightening in his blankets as she began to move her hips against his fingers and mouth. She wasn't worried about laying there still and quiet. She never felt the need to suppress herself during sex, especially not with Jasper. She did whatever felt good to her, whatever she felt would get her there, although most of the time with Jasper, she didn't need to do much at all. He always seemed to know how to touch her, like now, with his fingers curling inside of her, touching that sweet spot and driving her crazy. Jules continued to rock her hips against him, one hand moving to her breast where she squeezed and pinched her nipple, like he had before they got onto his bed. She was so close, and her moans and gasps filled the otherwise quiet room. Jules had no idea how long it took her to come, and she didn't really care. It all felt so fucking good and when her orgasm finally exploded inside of her, it stole her breath, leaving her shaking and arching off the bed as her heels dug into the mattress.
With a girl like Jules, Jasper didn’t see the point in sex if it wasn’t good for her too. For one, she probably would’ve stopped fucking him a long time ago. For two ... what red-blooded straight male wouldn’t love to get his face humped like that? To draw sounds like that out of the girl he was with and make her writhe and lose her shit? Any dude who didn’t put the effort in to drive a woman wild was an idiot, in his humble opinion. Making Jules come was incredible and sexy as fuck, and Jasper was just along for the ride, keeping his mouth on Jules’s sensitive flesh and his fingers pushed deep in her. He’d done this enough times to have learned the signs of when she got too sensitive, so once the bulk of the clenching was over, Jasper eased up on the stimulation, pressing his lips against her thigh instead for a moment. Eventually he emerged from under her skirt and looked up at her with a little grin. That had seemed like a good one, and there was an undeniable sense of accomplishment in that. Jasper wiped his mouth off on the sheet and pushed himself up to crawl his way back up to Jules, head dipping in to kiss at her neck.
That had been a good one - a damn good one - and Jules felt a bit languid now as her body throbbed pleasantly from the orgasmic aftershocks that continued to flow through her. She hummed with satisfaction, opening her eyes to watch Jasper emerge from beneath her skirt. He looked pleased with himself, but fuck it, he should be pleased with him. Jules slipped her arms around his waist when he slid his body over hers, lifting her chin to give him more room to kiss her neck and throat. She reached down with one hand to tug her skirt up higher around her hips, wanting the material out of the way so she could feel his cock against her. When she could feel his hard on between her thighs, Jules lifted her hips to rub against him, her hand coming back up to grip his hair and guide his mouth toward hers. She could taste herself on his lips and Jules licked her tongue against his mouth, moaning softly as her free hand slid down his back to his ass.
The sensation of Jules’s wet heat rubbing against his overheated cock drew a low groan out of Jasper. He let her pull him to kiss her again, delving his tongue into her mouth so she could get a good taste of herself. Jasper’s hips pushed forward instinctively, nudging his erection against her more firmly. He was so close to just slipping inside of her, to sliding into the tight grip that had just been around his fingers. Jasper managed to hold back for the moment, though he wasn’t sure if it was to tease them both, or because he was more sober now than that night at her party and was more aware of the lack of a condom ... or even if he was just waiting for permission. It was hard to tell in the moment. Jasper pulled his mouth away from Jules’s enough to catch a breath. “I wanna fuck you so bad,” he whispered to her, like she couldn’t already tell.
Jules was definitely sober, if a little high, but she still felt drunk... or maybe being horny felt like being drunk, because she wasn't exactly thinking about being smart or pushing Jasper away to get a condom even now. She just remembered how good it had felt to have him bare and inside of her, and how amazing the sex had been. It wasn't like Jules wasn't on birth control. She had that covered, and Jasper wasn't fucking around with anyone else, and neither was she, so they weren't about to catch any STDs, right? Honestly, what harm was there? It seemed like they had all the bases covered. Jules pulled her lower lip between her teeth, brushing her ankles along the backs of Jasper's legs. She could absolutely feel just had badly he wanted her, and it was as intoxicating as any bottle of marshmallow vodka, if she was being honest. Jules reached between their bodies, her hand pushing her skirt up just a bit more so she could get a better grip on Jasper's cock and guide him into her. She got him to her opening and pulled her hand away just as she lifted her hips sharply to feel the head slip inside. Jules supposed if he wanted to stop, he would, but she was hoping he wouldn't. "Then fuck me," Jules whispered, sliding her hands over his hips.
God, he loved it when she pulled his cock where she wanted it. Jasper’s breath caught as he felt that first inch go in, his eyes hazy but open as he stared down at her. It felt even better than it had the night of the party, probably because he wasn’t trashed and numbed on alcohol. He spread his knees a bit to get a better stance, pushing Jules’s thighs even further apart. He wished he could stay that close to her and watch her face and watch his cock slide into her at the same time, but he supposed one couldn’t have it all. This would happen again, he would get his chance, Jasper felt sure. Since Jules had already come, and he’d been teased to the brink of sanity, Jasper didn’t take it slow. Once he was braced and ready, he thrust forward sharply, sheathing his cock deep in her body in one motion. If there was anything that felt better than that, Jasper didn’t care to know what it was. He gave a deep grunt, his mouth covering hers again to kiss her deeply as he pushed himself as far as he could go, rocking her hips further off the bed. Any coherent thoughts about protection were long gone, all that mattered now was the animal need to fuck. After a few heartbeats of just being buried in her, Jasper started to thrust, slow and deep at first. With as good as her bare pussy felt, he didn’t want to blow it before he could thoroughly enjoy it.
Jules released a soft sound when Jasper thrust inside of her and she arched beneath him, clutching his hips tightly with her fingernails. He felt so thick and full inside of her and Jules couldn't remember anything in her life feeling as good as this did. Her lips parted for his and Jules flicked her tongue into his mouth, kissing him deeply even as he began to move. It was stupid and probably ridiculous, but she was finding she was starting to enjoy kissing him almost as much as she enjoyed the sex. He always tasted so good to her, even when he tasted like pot or cigarettes, and the way he kissed her always made her entire body tingle, whether they were having sex or not. It just seemed to add something more to all of this, even if Jules didn't really want to think about what that was, or what it meant. Not right now, anyway, with Jasper starting to move inside of her, starting that delicious spiral in the bit of her belly all over again. She moaned quietly into his mouth, kissing him as long as she could before she needed to turn her face to take a breath or two. Jules rocked her hips to his, bringing her knees up a little higher against his waist. It was so fucking nice having this kind of room and not being shoved into his backseat together. She got to see and feel every inch of him now, and Jules let her hands wander, stroking her nails against his skin as she watched his face.
Most of Jasper’s brain had handed over the reins to his more basic instincts, but he was still aware enough to appreciate the kissing. He didn’t know what it meant to Jules, or why she’d had that dumb rule in the first place except to tease him, but he liked that it seemed to be falling away. He kissed her hungrily as he started to ramp up his pacing, then dragged in his own air when she pulled back. Jasper forced his eyes back open to look down at her, though his lashes fluttered closed again every so often. Everything just felt too fucking good. Including her fingernails, which left waves of goosebumps in their wake. His breathing was getting more labored, his body working harder as the warm weight in his balls got heavier and more demanding. Jasper slowed himself down on purpose, dipping in to roughly kiss Jules again. He kept it brief, pulling back to breathe “Scratch me harder,” at her. He wouldn’t have been able to blame her if she felt too sleepy and sated now to be rough, but he was craving even more sensation, something with teeth to balance out all the incredible pleasure.
Jules lifted her head from the bed briefly, as if she could catch his lips after that rough kiss and keep him with her. But it was getting harder to breathe, and while she probably would have been perfectly fine with a lazy, slower pace, her body seemed more than willing to keep up with Jasper's increased urgency. She kept her eyes open and on his face, panting softly as she ran her fingers up his back again, her nails pressing sharply into his flesh. She was careful not to break his skin, but she applied enough pressure to make sure that he felt it. They both liked things a little, or a lot, rough, and Jules knew he would tell her if it was too much. But when was it ever too much? Jules was sure if Jasper could keep it going for awhile longer, she could probably come again, but for once she felt completely focused on him, fascinated by the way his eyes appeared darker as they looked down at her, how his breath escaped his lips with every hard pump of his hips. Jules wanted it to be good for him and she wanted to watch his face when he finally came. "You feel so good fucking me," she breathed, scratching her nails back down to the small of his back. "I want you to come inside me."
It wasn’t too much, it was fucking perfect, sending twinges through the big muscles in his back and making his skin feel like it was on fire in the best sort of way. Jasper groaned unsteadily as Jules raked her nails over him. He kind of hoped she did break the skin, or at least left marks. He wanted to still feel her while he was trying to get comfortable and sleep that night, while he could still smell her in his sheets. Flushed from cheeks to chest, Jasper rocked into her harder, utterly caught up in the pleasure and how beautiful Jules looked underneath him with her blond hair messy and her lips puffy from kissing. Her words went straight to his cock and he made another helpless noise, fucking her faster again. Did any woman understand just how hot it was to hear that? It put visions into his head of filling her up enough to make her drip, and Jasper got even closer to the edge. His upper lip curling a bit, he shifted his weight to one arm, the other moving to brace against Jules’s chest, settled between her tits with his hand around the front of her throat. He pressed in with just his fingers at the sides of her neck, not actually wanting to choke her, but fuck, the visual was nice. “Say it again,” he growled between pants.
He didn't choke her, but his hand around her throat sent a sharp, intense wave of heat between her legs. Jules knew he wouldn't choke her, but it added that dangerous element that he could if he really wanted to, and it was probably twisted how sexy she found it to be. But Jasper had that effect on her. She did things with him she hadn't done with anyone else, and Jules wasn't entirely sure there were any boundaries there anymore. Jules dug her nails harder into his back before wrapping her legs around him and crossing her ankles to lock him tightly in place against her. Her heart was pounding in her chest, stealing her breath, but she kept her eyes on his face, squeezing her body tight around his cock. Fuck, she loved that look in his eyes too. "Come inside me," Jules said, her tone bordering on a whine. "Please, Jasper."
Jules didn’t protest what he was doing, and in fact she looked like she enjoyed it just as much as he did, so Jasper didn’t give it a second thought. He loved the way her jaw felt against his hand, smaller and more delicate than it seemed when he was just looking at her. He could feel her heartbeat against his fingers. It was insanely hot to have that much power in one hand, to know that she trusted him this much. And then she was begging him to come in her and her body felt tighter and hotter around his cock and Jasper lost all control. He pounded into her with bruising force, every harsh breath coming out as a grunt while his body unraveled with pleasure. He was careful to keep his weight on his free hand and the arm on Jules’s chest instead of on her throat, his body shuddering as he thrust deep into her and finally shut his eyes. He held himself there, everything tense as he throbbed and came with a low, hoarse cry. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he felt like he’d done so on command, like Jules truly had control even with his hand at her throat. Jasper couldn’t care though, not while the ecstasy was making his vision sparkle.
The force of his thrusts had Jules arching beneath him, her cries loud as they filled the room. She clung to him, unable to let go even when Jasper pushed hard into her and finally came. Jules might not have come again, but it had still felt amazing and her cries settled into soft, satisfied moans. She let up on how hard she was digging her nails into him and Jules smoothed her palms over his back instead. She could feel some welts rising from her scratches, and there was some deep satisfaction from it, like she had marked him as hers, even if no one else would see them. Swallowing, Jules managed to open her eyes and look at him, the muscles in her body aching now. Between the game tonight, and the sex, she had a feeling she was going to be sore in the morning. Not that she cared. Jules unhooked her ankles and let her feet fall to the bed. It felt instinctual for her hands to find his hair again, her fingers sliding into the strands. He wasn't holding her down, so Jules lifted her head to kiss him softly.
The lingering effects of the pot probably wasn’t hurting, but Jasper kind of felt like he was floating in the warmest ocean, his whole body felt good. Even the stinging parts of his back that Jules had scratched. He kissed her back, happy tingles rushing down the back of his neck from her hands. Jasper didn’t want to completely squish her, but his arms were giving out from the relief of all that effort, and he settled his weight against Jules. He tucked his face in against her neck, hands slipping under the backs of her shoulders. All he could focus on for a long while was breathing and how nice Jules’s breasts felt pressed against his chest. He could feel his cock getting softer inside of her, and Jasper marveled at how nice it was not to have to immediately fuck with a condom. Because laying right where he was felt amazing and probably more intimate than he would have been comfortable with if he hadn’t just come his brains out.
Jules could feel his breath against her neck, and the thump of his heart in his chest against hers. Everything felt comfortable and sated and she had to admit this was much nicer than untangling limbs and crawling back into the front seats of his car to go home, bickering all the way. A tiny voice in the back of her head reminded her that boys would agree to almost everything during, or directly after, sex and Jules very nearly asked him about Homecoming. But... she was still harboring doubts, and honestly, she didn't want to deal with Jasper laughing at her. Maybe she could just start with something smaller. "Please don't fall asleep on top of me," Jules murmured, her lips twitching into a small smile.