Chapter Six
No. I was not dreaming. Is it a ghost I’m hearing?
“Miss Henderson,” a man’s voice called.
The ghost that would probably haunt the room would more than likely be a woman, not a man.
I slowly opened my eyes and let my sight adjust to the darkness. Then my heart nearly stopped as I clenched a hand over my chest and gasped. I sat up and pinched my back against the luxurious headboard.
“It’s me, Jasper,” the man whispered.
I reached over to turn on the lamp sitting on top of the nightstand. My eyes expanded. It was him. “What are you doing here?” I asked, out of breath.
“Do you want me to leave?” The fire in his eyes was so sexy. He was shirtless, and the hills and crests of his chest made his body look as if it were carved of limestone. He had on loose-fitting pajama pants, and his full-blown erection poked the material. I had no doubt Jasper wanted to fuck, and the thought of him entering me made me cream.
“But how did you get in here?” I asked.
“Do you want me to leave?” he asked again with such intensity.
I shook my head.
“Stand up,” he demanded.
I had never been spoken to like that by a man. It didn’t turn me on as much as the thought of him touching me did. So I got up. Without delay, he took the hem of my blouse and pulled it over my head. The next thing I felt was warm wetness covering my nipple. Then I felt teeth. My head dropped back, and I cried out at the pain of his bite then the soothing warmth of his sucking and licking.
He did the same thing to my other nipple as a number of his fingers slid up and down my slit, steadily rubbing my clit. Dammit, I wanted to milk his healthy erection right there and then.
He stopped all of a sudden then stepped back to get an eyeful of my nakedness. “Damn, you’re fucking beautiful,” he whispered thickly.
I was speechless, but I didn’t have to talk because the next thing I knew, I was on the bed with my back against the mattress, and his face was between my legs. He was sucking my clit then licking it, rounding it and licking it more and more and more. All the sensations stirring inside of me were so strong. They built one on top of the other, promising an explosion that would shoot me to the moon.
“Yes,” I sighed. It was building, climbing…
His fingers gripped me tightly so my hips couldn’t escape his pleasurable assault. I searched for something to hold on to. The bed sheets would not suffice. His hair was too soft.
“Oh, Jasper,” were the last intelligible words I spoke before the deepest, most intense orgasm ever gusted through my pussy. I screamed and cried as he made it last even longer, his tongue working slowly but steadily while the sensations eased.
“Shit, I’ve been wanting to do that since I first saw you,” he said as he stood. Keeping my knees apart, he seized my hips.
My eyes expanded at the girth and length of his rock-hard cock. He was already wearing a condom. Thank goodness I was so wet.
“Ah,” I screamed as he slammed my pussy against his erection. I could feel all of him, engorged inside me.
Jasper roared as he banged me harder and harder. I felt light in his grasp. He was hungry, starving, fucking me as if our survival depended on it.
“No,” he said, stuffing his dick deep inside me and holding it there. “Not yet. You’re too fucking tight.”
Our gazes met. Slowly, he tried it again. Each thrust was careful, in and out. His hips shifted, and his eyes closed then opened. He looked as if he were on some magnificent drugs.
“Fuck,” he muttered then guided my hips back onto the cushion. He lay on top of me, and our mouths melted. His kiss was deep, hot, and delicious.
Damn, I could’ve died and gone to heaven as his dick filled every inch of me. I was losing my head. Slowly. Indulgently. My moan was so telling as he increased the speed of his prodding. He moved quicker and quicker as I moaned and panted.
“Ah,” I cried, clinging to him for dear life. My eyes widened in disbelief. Holy shit, I was still climaxing.
Then Jasper grunted. His lower half jerked, and his body shivered. He held me so close while coming that I could hardly breathe.
* * *
Once Jasper stilled, he continued lying on top of me. His heaviness was so that I wanted him to fall into me and merge with my soul. I didn’t move a muscle because I could already feel that he would soon leave. Jasper Christmas was not the sort of man who stuck around to coddle a woman after bringing her body such amazing gratification. He wasn’t going to sleep next to me for a while, allowing his body to grow a brand-new erection so we could do it all over again, and again, and again.
Finally, Jasper kissed me again, deeply and greedily. I was famished for him, so I matched his intensity. He sucked my neck, and I sucked his. We bit and clawed at each other. I wanted to consume him, as he did me.
Then all of a sudden, he rolled off me. “We’ll do this again.”
I watched in a daze as he pulled his pants back on, turned his back on me, and opened the large, decorative wardrobe closet that I’d thought was too lavish to do anything but be admired. Then he disappeared inside it and closed the door behind him.
I quickly sat up. “Shit.” That was a secret door leading right into my guest room. “What the hell?”
I turned the light off on the nightstand and flopped my back against the comfortable bed. I lay in the dark room for a while, recalling every salacious moment I had just spent with Jasper. I slid both hands down my breasts, stomach, and touched my wetness as my body remembered his every lick, bite, pinch, suck, thrust, and kiss. I wondered if he’d gotten all he wanted from me. Maybe William would be showing me to another bedroom the next morning. New guests would arrive, and Jasper would put another woman into his special room and do the same thing to her. I took my hand out of my pussy. Suddenly, I felt wronged and used by a cunning man.
I should have adhered to Bryn’s warning. Shame on me for falling into Jasper Christmas’s trap. He’d fooled me once, but I wouldn’t let it happen twice.
* * *
I had already forgotten my dream. The alarm on my cell phone was blasting. It must’ve been six a.m. I sat up, and while rubbing my eyes, I thought I saw the door of the wardrobe closet closing. And that was when it hit me. Last night, I had sex with the one person Bryn had warned me to avoid.
Chapter Seven
December 23rd
My alarm clock was set to go off every morning at the same time. 6:00 a.m. I’d brought my running clothes, and the Christmases had done a good job of clearing the paths of snow, so there was no need to stay in bed an extra hour. I got up and relieved my bladder. Then I put on my thick spandex running pants and shoes, wrapped my hair into a messy bun, and left my room.
“Miss?”
I jumped, clenching a hand over my heart as I turned to William.
“I apologize for startling you,” he said.
I shook my head. “It’s okay. I’m just going for a run.”
He nodded, and I continued walking. I could smell breakfast being prepared from the hallway, then I remembered it was the meal I wasn’t invited to. I exited through the back door. It was still dark outside. It had snowed even more overnight, yet from where I stood, all the roads on the property appeared to have been cleared.
After five minutes of stretching and three minutes of jumping jacks, I was off. The brisk morning air flowed up my nose as I ran. What I’d hoped would happen wasn’t working. I could still see Jasper’s head between my legs as he tortured me with pleasure. Damn, he was so good at that, the best I’d ever had—not that I’d had many. After my first couple of sexual experiences, I had decided it was overrated. The act always seemed more gratifying for the guy than for me. I’d soon figured out that it wasn’t about physical pleasure for most females. It was about the value one felt watching a man want it so badly, watching him convulse with pleasure and quake with need all because of my body. But last night when Jasper Christmas had c
ome to me, I grasped the enjoyable nature of sex for the first time ever.
I squeezed my eyes shut to banish the thought that came to mind. More. I want more.
Suddenly, I crashed into something hard. I fell back then was pulled forward against a solid, warm body.
“Good morning,” the man with blue-green eyes said.
I swallowed nervously. “Jasper? What are you doing out here?”
“The same thing you’re doing out here. Listen…” He appeared anxious as he rubbed the back of his head. “Can I show you something?”
“Show me something?”
“Follow me.” He started running toward the ground I had already covered. The guy had balls. He didn’t even look back to see if I was following.
But my feet did what my brain hesitated to do. Soon, I caught up, and we were running side by side. Our glances met. His eyebrows furrowed. I wondered if he would prefer that I stay behind him. That was not going to happen.
I hadn’t paid attention to all the beautiful nature around me. The trees were healthy, and their needles glistened with snow. We jogged through an overhang of bare, winter-worn trees. I tried not to look at Jasper more than I had to. He ran like a thoroughbred, and his legs, chest, and arms were perfectly sculpted. Last night, I’d been in such a lustful haze that I hadn’t really gotten a good look at his body.
Up ahead to our right was a stone cottage. Smoke snaked up from the chimney. Jasper slowed his pace as he led me up the cobblestone walkway. He turned the knob and held the door open for me. Our gazes brushed as I swept past him.
“So is this where you’re sleeping?” I asked.
The door closed. Then my back was against it, and he was tonguing me. He had struck like a horny viper, shoving his hand down my skintight pants and prodding me with his insatiable fingers.
My head was spinning as my greed matched his. It was all so insane.
Jasper forced his mouth off mine. Breathing heavily, he closed his eyes. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”
Me? He was the one doing all the “doing.” I would’ve said exactly that, but I didn’t want to give him any clue that he should probably stop “doing” me. No matter how many orgasms or hot, soul-stirring kisses he gave me, I would fulfill my obligations to Bryn and hold nothing back.
Suddenly, my feet were swept off the floor, and he was carrying me through a living room, which had modernly designed expensive furniture. I would’ve loved to get more of an eyeful, but I was trapped in that familiar lustful daze Jasper incited within me.
He brought me into a bedroom, where a comfortable fire brewed, and dropped me on top of a bed that was even bigger than the one I’d slept on the night before.
Jasper didn’t pause as he pulled one of my shoes off then the other. Knowing what would soon come made me wetter. I could feel my juices soak the crotch of my pants, which were being yanked off.
His eyes widened at my nearly bare pussy. I wasn’t the sort of woman who put myself through the torture of regular waxing. By the look in his eyes, Jasper was turned on by a little hair down there.
His deep inhalation sounded spontaneous. Finally, I understood how addictive it could be to have the power to make a man so horny. The look in his eyes said he would’ve killed anyone or anything to have my pussy. Then he slipped three fingers inside me while his thumb rubbed my clit.
I made all sorts of sounds, all high-pitched and laced with moans.
“Keep still,” he commanded.
I couldn’t do that.
He stopped. “You want this?”
With my eyes half closed, longing for that sensation of pleasure he was promising, I eagerly bobbed my head.
“Then stay still,” he said.
I hated the idea of being ordered to do anything. Then why in the hell is he turning me so the fuck on? I pressed my head back against the bed, closed my eyes, and concentrated on not moving a muscle.
“Umm,” he moaned as his fingers slipped in and out of me while his thumb rounded my clit. “Shit…”
I sighed, moaned, and winced. We both were breathing heavily. I dug into the messy blankets on the bed and squeezed them tightly.
“Your pussy is so sweet,” he whispered.
My body convulsed just as I cried out. Suddenly, his thumb was off my clit. Jasper dropped to his knees, and the erotic sensation of his warm breath and tongue picked up where his thumb had left off. The impact of his stimulation was sudden.
I didn’t know if my hips were moving. I was sure he didn’t care if they were anymore. I twisted and turned as the sensations became more pronounced. Then it struck me, and my body quaked.
I opened my eyes again, trying to steady my breaths. Jasper was standing over me, staring at me. I wondered what he was thinking.
“Open your legs wider,” he finally said.
Without pause, I did as he asked.
“Don’t close them.” He walked over to the large dresser behind him and took off his shirt. The rippling muscles in his back made me drip. He pulled his pants off. What a perfect ass he had. Then the condom wrapper ripped open. I could tell he was sliding it on.
“Are you on the pill?” he asked.
I wished I were. “No.”
“I need you on the pill because I want to feel you.” He turned around, and his massive erection was facing me.
I didn’t know what to say to that. “I’m not putting extra hormones into my body.”
He cracked a tiny smile as he walked toward me, holding his dick the way a man does when he’s preparing to fuck. “Then when was your last period?” He slammed himself inside me and sucked air.
My moan was indicative of how good he felt.
“When?” he demanded and started pounding me hard.
I couldn’t believe he wanted to have that conversation right then.
“I can’t remember,” I said breathlessly.
He fucked me harder. “Try.” He rolled me on top of him and, with two hands, dug into my ass. He shifted my pussy back and forth against his cock. Jasper closed his eyes, and the look on his face made me believe he was experiencing the most pleasurable feeling of his life.
“Oh…” he said as I shoved my hips so hard against him that I could feel the tip of his dick in my belly. He rolled himself back on top of me. His eyes were still closed, and he remained motionless. “Shit.” He gnawed on his bottom lip as though he were trying to contain himself. “You’re too tight.”
And he was too thick, so much so that I felt corked by his expansive dick. Then I remembered something. “My period was on the twelfth of this month.”
He cursed under his breath then stared into my eyes. “I shouldn’t be doing this with you.”
My eyes widened. I agreed.
“I can’t stop wanting you, though,” he said.
“Me neither,” I confessed.
Jasper slowly started shifting his cock in and out of me again. His expression conveyed how much he wanted to come but was prolonging his final release.
Gently, his lips found mine, and we kissed. I was surprised by the pace of our kissing. It was slow with lots of tongue play and lip gnawing. And I was participating, feeling sexier and more sensual than I ever had. His mouth tasted so good. I was having so much fun kissing that way. Damn it, what sort of trouble am I getting myself into?
Jasper grunted as his entire body tensed. “I can’t hold it. Sorry, beautiful. I wanted to last for you.”
He wanted to last for me?
He collapsed on top of me just like he had the previous night after he’d come. When I turned to him, I realized he was hiding his face. I didn’t know what in the world he had to be ashamed of.
We lay like that for a number of minutes. I didn’t mind him on top of me because the more of him I was able to get, the better. Still, whatever Jasper was giving me felt fleeting.
“Jasper?”
“Yeah,” he said.
“Could you look at me?”
It took him a moment, but he di
d it, although he was intensely frowning.
“What are you thinking?” I asked.
He pressed his lips together as if he would refuse to speak. “I’m trying to figure out when we can do this again.”
I felt my eyes widen. “Really?”
He seemed taken aback by my surprise. “Well, yeah,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone. “I want you again right now, even though my dick…”
We both looked down as his wilted penis slipped out of my wetness. Surprisingly, we chuckled at the same time.
“See,” he said.
I didn’t think Jasper Christmas had the ability to laugh, especially at himself. That was hot. Plus, the fact that he’d shared that moment with me made me feel as though I weren’t just a piece of ass to the dark prince of the castle.
He rolled onto his back and put his forearm over his eyes. “I made a mistake bringing you here, though. It was careless. But when I saw you running toward me this morning, I couldn’t wait.”
I realized I still had my shirt and stretch jacket on but was naked from the waist down. We had both been in such a voracious state that we’d just wanted sexual fulfillment right there and then. I could strip naked and slide between the sheets with Jasper if he would have me, though. I would’ve been content if he held me closely and our conversation became so deep that we shared secrets we never told anyone else.
“You have to go now,” he said.
I could feel the corners of my mouth turn down from disappointment.
He quickly looked away from my face and sat on the edge of the bed. “You should get dressed. I’ll be in the bathroom. Be gone when I come out.”
My mouth fell open. Damn, that hurt my heart. I wanted to hide in my skin. Then I had to watch him walk past me, into the bathroom, and close the door. I sat there for a moment. The situation with Jasper was no one’s fault but my own. How about you keep your legs closed for now, Holly? I reached down, picked up my pants, and questioned whether I would be able to resist him as I put them on.
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