Hostile for the Holidays

14. Jasper

FOURTEEN

JASPER

I’ve made my success by staying focused on what I can control, then seizing opportunities when they come my way. Stella asking me to kiss her again today was a gold mine that I couldn’t resist.

Yeah, I knew she’d win the wrapping contest and I’d happily oblige to kiss her.

But then I wondered if I could take things further. To show her that all I want to do is worship her.

So, I dropped to my knees in front of her and asked if I could kiss her between her thighs.

It seemed like a sweeter approach than asking to bury my face in her pussy. And she got the message because her breathing got heavier and beneath my palms, her hips started to shake.

But then, there was the longest pause. One that had me wondering if I should stand up and give her a kiss on the lips instead.

Then, she spoke.

“Yeah, I want it.”

The words stopped me in my tracks because I don’t think I’d allowed myself to ever think she would agree to me touching her. Fantasies are one thing. Stella St. James giving me the green light to taste her…now I’m in shock.

“Jasper?” she whispers, and I realize I haven’t moved.

“Yeah. I’m here.”

“I know you are.” There’s a teasing lilt to her voice. “You’re right in front of me.”

I squeeze her hips beneath my palms.

It’s the moment I’m realizing that while I’m desperate to taste her, it’s pivotal. Stella St. James is giving herself to me and I better not fuck it up.

I’m afraid Stella will read my hesitation as disingenuous and call the whole thing off, but she surprises me. Her hands move to the waistband of her jeans. I watch her fingers—nails painted candy apple red to match her sweater—work the button through the hole to release it and it’s a moment in my life I’ll never forget.

I force myself to refocus, snapping out of whatever daze I’ve been in and reach for her zipper.

Hands inside her jeans, we work together to pull them down her legs. Picking up urgency, I pull off one laced snow boot, then another to free her legs from the denim.

When I come face to face with Stella’s panties, I have to adjust my erection that is pressed painfully against my zipper. Red and lacy with a darker spot in the center where she’s wet. For me .

I press my nose against the dampness and inhale her.

Fuucckkk.

The scent of her arousal has my head spinning. With my hands cupping her ass to keep her close, I kiss her there through the wet fabric.

“Jasper.”

“Yeah, Stell?”

“Don’t tease me.”

“I’m not teasing, baby, I’m just exploring.”

She takes matters into her own hands. Dipping her thumbs into the waistband of her thong, she shimmies out of it to reveal her center and a neatly trimmed patch of light-colored hair.

Eager to feel her, I slide a finger along her slit, letting her coat my knuckles with her arousal.

Exploring her further, I rub her swollen clit and massage it between my fingertips.

Stella’s legs start to tremble and with how wet she is, I can gauge her orgasm is close.

I tease a finger at her entrance. “Don’t come yet, Stell. I haven’t even properly touched you.”

A breathy laugh escapes her and she looks down on me with a narrowed gaze. “You think you’re that good? One clit pinch and I’m going to come?”

I can’t help but chuckle at her thinking I’m assuming her orgasm is an easy win.

I want to work for it. Every lick. Every suck and thrust. I want her to see how serious I’m taking this responsibility.

To get a better angle, I lift her right leg over my shoulder. Her hands grip my shoulders for balance, but with her hips pinned to the door, she isn’t going anywhere.

And then, I have Stella like I’ve always wanted her. One lick through her center, and the taste of her arousal hits my tongue like I’m lapping up honey.

Now I’m the one worried about a quick orgasm. I’ve never come in my pants before, but if any situation would warrant it, this would be it.

Stella’s hands root themselves into my hair, her fingers finding a rhythm of pressing against my scalp then tugging my hair as she uses her grip there to grind her pussy against my mouth. I play with her clit, pressing and pinching, while I fuck her sweet cunt with my tongue.

I’m going to drown on her and it’s going to be my fucking pleasure.

“More, Jasper. I need more.”

At her request, I thrust a finger inside her tight heat. I drag it out, then slowly push back inside her.

“You know, Stell, I’ve always wanted you wrapped around my finger.”

I add a second finger, loving the way she clamps down around me.

“Oh, god.”

“That’s good, isn’t it?”

Her response is incoherent, but from the way her walls are tightening around my fingers, I know she likes it. I know she’s close.

“Is that what you wanted, Stell? For me to fill up this sweet cunt? Make you feel so good, you’ll be begging me for more.”

“I’ll never beg.” She sighs.

I decide to make that a personal challenge of mine.

Still fucking her with my fingers, I pull my head back to look up at her. I can’t miss it. I want to see what Stella looks like when she’s in the throes of pleasure. I need to see her face, especially since I’m the one making her feel this way.

“Jasper,” she moans, her cheeks and neck flushing pink, her perfectly plump lips parting. Her lashes flutter and she tips her head back. Fingers gripping my hair to the point of pain, I dip back to her center for one last suck on her clit.

She cries out, her sounds unfiltered and unabashed. I love that she doesn’t hold back. That it feels too good and I’m the one making her feel it.

“That’s it, Stell. Soak my fingers.”

She keeps rocking into me over and over as her orgasm pulses through her body. When there’s no trace of it left, I press a kiss to one hip and then the other before withdrawing my fingers from her.

I lower her leg to the ground, pull her panties back into place and stand. With my eyes on hers, I suck my fingers clean, tasting every last drop of her. Her eyes widen, then dart back and forth, searching my face.

A hand moves to cover her mouth, a giddy smile pulling at her lips. “That was…”

“Remarkable? Transformative? Life altering?” I offer, but before she can speak, I pull her hand away from her mouth and kiss her hard. The kiss turns undeniably intense, so much so that I have to pull back because if I’m not careful my restraint will snap and I’ll end up fucking her right here against the door.

“You okay?” I ask, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Better than okay.”

I nod, then help her get dressed, tying her boots while she zips up her pants.

In the hallway, Stella glances around like she forgot where we were.

“Did I just hump your face in the Toys for Tiny Hearts office? Does that make me a bad person?”

“Not a bad person, just a horny person,” I tease.

Stella attempts to playfully swat my arm, but I catch her hand and hold it in mine. She doesn’t pull away so if she’s freaked out about what we did, she’s hiding it well.

Hand in hand, we walk down the hallway toward the exit. On our way, we run into Randall, the site manager.

“Mr. Jensen, we were delighted to have you today.”

“Thank you, Randall.” I nod, deciding it’s a moot point to remind him to call me Jasper again. It’s been five years and countless reminders, yet he has kept the formality. “I always enjoy a day in the warehouse.” I motion to Stella. “This is my girlfriend, Stella St. James.”

Stella gives me a bit of side eye. Yes, we’re only fake dating but if she thinks I’m not going to take advantage of that fact and introduce her as my girlfriend every chance I get, she’s mistaken.

“Pleased to meet you, Miss St. James.”

“You can call me Stella,” she offers, and I smile at the fact that Randall will do no such thing.

Randall pushes his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose. “I’m sure you two have some big holiday plans tonight, so I’ll let you go, but Mr. Jensen, I’ll make sure to get you all the year-end numbers by the first of the year.”

I wave him off. “It’s no rush, I know you and Gloria have that vacation the first of the year, so enjoy and we’ll talk mid-month.”

“Thank you. We will.” He turns to Stella. “And thank you for donating your wrapping skills today, Miss St. James. Mr. Jensen never told us he had such a talented girlfriend.”

“Thank you, it was so much fun being a part of this.”

We say our goodbyes and walk out to the parking lot.

On the way, Stella suddenly gasps and turns to me. “Oh my god, was that Randall’s office? Is he going to go in there and smell sex?”

I chuckle, tucking her into the passenger seat of my SUV before climbing into the driver’s seat.

“No.” I turn to her. “It wasn’t Randall’s office. It was my office. Because this is my charity.”

Her jaw drops and it’s the cutest fucking thing.

“What? No way.”

“Is it that hard to believe I’m a nice guy?” I pull out onto the street to start the drive home.

“No, but part of me wanted to think you were a penny-pinching CEO who doesn’t care about others so I could hate you for it.”

“Hmm.”

“Why Toys for Tiny Hearts? And why in Cedar Hollow? It seems like access to shipping and other essentials for the charity would be better in a different location.”

“The charity has multiple warehouses across the country, but I wanted to give back to the people here. Employ locals to run the warehouse and execute the vision.” I pause, wondering if I should tell her the why behind Toys for Tiny Hearts. I swallow hard. “When I was younger, around third and fourth grade, there were a few tough years that my parents struggled financially. My dad’s business was not doing well. They got behind on bills. We almost lost our house. At the time, Juniper and I still got a present under the tree and it wasn’t until I started my company that my mom told me they had used a charity organization those two Christmases to make it special for Juni and me even when they couldn’t provide it for us.”

Stella blinks, then shifts her gaze to the road. “I had no idea.”

“It’s not something I’ve talked about. We were fortunate that my dad’s business turned around and things got more stable financially.”

“That’s very personal information.”

“I trust you.” And I want you to trust me.

“Thank you for sharing it with me.”

“You’re welcome.” I clear my throat. “Now, should we get a hot cocoa and drive around to look at Christmas lights?”

Stella’s eyes illuminate with joy.

“Oh, yes. Let’s do that.” She claps her hands like a little kid having just been told she’s going to Disney World.

“You’re okay with spending the whole day with me?”

A genuine smile lights up her face. “You’re not so bad.”

“Good to know I’m tolerable.”

“Oh, I didn’t say you were tolerable, just not a bad person.”

She tries to hold a serious face, but it doesn’t last.

“I will say I like you more when your mouth is busy, and not talking.”

“I’d agree. I like it better when my mouth is on your pussy, too.”

“Jasper!” she exclaims in shock.

“What? We can do it but we can’t talk about it?”

She gives me side eye, but a moment later explodes into a fit of laughter.

An hour later, when I make the turn onto our street, Stella is on a sugar high from hot cocoa and the pound of marshmallows she put in it.

“Thanks for taking me to see Christmas lights. It’s one of my favorite things about this time of year.”

I glance at her there in my passenger seat and hope for more days like this with her.

“It’s a bummer that my parents didn’t put up lights this year, but—wait a minute.”

Stella leans forward to see better.

“Hold on. That’s my house.” She points at her house that is now decked out in Christmas lights. “What happened? How did the lights get put up? My parents must have found the time. Oh,” she coos happily, “they’re so pretty.”

When I park the car in front of her house, she jumps out to take it all in. I round the front of the vehicle to join her on the sidewalk.

Tears in her eyes, she laughs. “I don’t know why I’m crying. It’s just one of those things, you know? When you’re so happy and it feels like maybe things aren’t as bad as you thought they were.”

I shove my hands in my coat pockets, smiling at her reaction to the lights.

“I’m glad you’re happy.”

She clears her throat and wipes at her eyes like she’s remembering who I am and doesn’t want to show me her true emotions.

“Thank you for today, Jasper.”

“You’re welcome.”

“The gift wrapping and the orgasm and the cocoa and lights viewing were the most fun I’ve had in a long time.”

I chuckle at her list of events, and how she doesn’t shy away from listing the orgasm I gave her.

“Same.”

“I’m going to go inside and hang out with my family, but I’ll see you on Tuesday for your family’s party.”

“Sounds good.” I press a soft kiss to her forehead. “Goodnight, Stella.”

“Night,” she says, turning to go.

I’m no Grinch, but seeing the look on Stella’s face when she saw the lights on her house made my heart grow three sizes. At this point, Stella has my heart, only time will tell if she chooses to keep it.