When I did not reply, Jasper reached over to rub a hand over my knee. "You're so damn nervous. I get that it's hard for you and you've never done something like this before but it's not like I'm going to pounce on you as soon as you decide to be with me, Skye. I know how to be patient. And I won't ever do something that you're uncomfortable with."
His words calmed me but his touch drove me mad. Fuck. Jasper was touching me. Actually touching me in an intimate manner for the first time ever. It was like he had been waiting for Cole's approval or something. And now it was all go, go, go!
I cleared my throat and slowly, slightly parted my thighs. I hoped he would not notice and I also hoped he would. I was a very confused woman.
Jasper being Jasper, he did notice. I felt his eyes on me as he looked me over, probably trying to decide if my action had been deliberate. Then I held my breath as he moved his hand further up my thigh, trailing his hot fingers over my sensitive skin.
I whimpered. It could not be helped. Jasper's touch unravelled me.
"I loved the feel of your ass under my hand last night," he rumbled. "I woke up once and found us like that but I never moved away. It felt too good."
Something was happening to me. It was like a dam had burst inside. I had nudged open that door by parting my legs for him and now I wanted him to barge through.
His hand crept towards my panties and I moaned softly, arching my back while still clutching the pillow. "Jasper," I gasped as his long, thick fingers found my pussy.
"Oh, fuck," he hissed and plunged two digits into me without wasting another second. "How come you're so wet already?"
I did not answer. I was too busy enjoying what he was doing to me. I didn't want to tell him that as soon as I found myself alone in the car with him, my body had started to feel aroused.
"You like that, baby?" He asked me as he fucked me with his fingers. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
I bit my lip. "Mmm," I said pleasurably. "Yes, it does."
"Fuck, Skye. I knew you'd be a slut for me," he rasped suddenly and increased the force of his penetration. "Cole's sweet little princess and my dirty slut."
I cried out softly due to all the sensations flooding through me. Oh my God, why was I enjoying this dirty, degrading kind of language from Jasper? It was turning me on so much.
"Say it," he growled as the heel of his palm pressed against my clitoris. "Tell me you are my dirty slut, Skye."
"Yeah," I moaned and bucked my hips, my dress riding high on my thighs now. "I am, Jasper. I'm your dirty slut."
He let out a strangled sound of frustration and then cursed, removing his hand. I whimpered in protest at his abrupt withdrawal.
"Let me find a safe spot to pull over," he bit out, driving faster. "I need to watch you."
I licked my lips and my body tightened with excitement. Okay so this was happening. This was really happening. Jasper and I were going to get it on. And I was not scared at all. I wanted it.
He pulled over at a side road nearby a town on the coast and unfastened his seatbelt before getting out of the car. "Back seat. Now," he barked and my lust-hazed brain scrambled to obey. I beat him to the back seat by sliding over the central console right before he joined me and slammed the back door shut.
He grinned at me in the darkness. "Eager, aren't we?"
Yes. Yes, I was. This was so thrilling. Fearing something and dreading it even though it was what you wanted more than anything was just that. Your fear. The desire far outweighed the dread. I was drenched. We were miles away parked on some private road in the middle of the night. And it was just Jasper and his huge body pressed against mine.
I almost fainted with lust right there. Cole would kill us if he knew we simply could not wait for him.
Jasper wasted no time on long, slow foreplay. The need was too great for that. Besides, that was not how we rolled, anyway.
"Lower your dress for me, Skye," he said in a firm but soft voice. "I want to see your breasts."
I did, pushing the dress down and showing him what he wanted, moaning as the cold air brushed against my sensitive tips. Jasper licked his lips and bent to taste them, sucking on them hard and pulling on them slightly with his teeth.
"Oh," I gasped and my legs parted, even more greedy for this man. "Jasper."
He grabbed both of my tits with his hands and squeezed them together, pushing them up crudely.
"So fucking hot," he murmured appreciatively and then bunched my dress up hurriedly.
I lifted my hips to assist him because this felt urgent. Then his fingers were in me again, stretching me and preparing me for his cock.
"You think you can take me, baby?" he panted in my ear and I heard him pull down his zipper. "You've seen how big I am. You've seen me naked. Did you wish to feel my big, fat cock inside you?" he demanded roughly.
"Yes," I moaned, tangling my hands in his hair and then clutching at his biceps because they were so muscular, so strong. "I need it. Please, Jasper."
"'Kay. Here you go then." With one quick, powerful movement, where one of his big hands lifted my ass and the other gripped my thigh,
