Hostile for the Holidays

16. Stella

SIXTEEN

STELLA

Jasper’s room is like walking through a time portal. He still has medals and trophies from high school displayed. Band posters and dance photos.

“You don’t even have to wonder what my room was like in high school. Here it is.”

“I kind of like it this way. My parents cleared my stuff out and now it’s got the generic appearance of guest room number one.”

I lean against the desk, taking in his room. Trying to imagine him doing homework here or talking on the phone with girls.

I glance at his bed. Hooking up with girls.

“You said you had something you wanted to give me? Or did you change your mind when my team beat yours at Pictionary?”

“Hey, I did what I could. Your Uncle Ron was our weak link.”

His lips twitch with amusement. “Yeah, he drinks too much eggnog to be helpful.”

“So you sabotaged my chances of winning by putting me on his team?”

“Truthfully, I thought your skills would overcome his weakness, but alas it was not enough.”

My mouth gapes open in mock outrage. “You’re not doing yourself any favors, you know.”

It’s what I say, but I walk over to where he’s sitting on the bed. The moment I’m close enough, his hands move to the back of my legs, his warm, firm grip sending a rush of desire between my thighs.

“Stella St. James in my childhood room. What an incredible sight.”

“Hmm.” I push my fingers through his hair before removing his glasses and setting them on the nightstand. “What does your bedroom look like in LA?”

“It’s boring. Wood bedframe, gray bedding.” A teasing smile pulls at his lips. “A photo of my fake girlfriend on the nightstand.”

“That would be weird, seeing as we only started fake dating three days ago.”

His smile doesn’t waver, which makes me curious what his motives are here.

“Why are you single, Jasper?”

“Are you inferring I’m quite the catch and a woman should have snapped me up?”

“I’d never give you the satisfaction.”

“Because I spent my early twenties developing and patenting the proprietary software at Jensen Innovations, and lately I’ve been working eighty-hour weeks trying to get our New York office set up.”

I trace my finger along his jaw. It’s something I realize I’ve been wanting to do since I laid my head in his lap on the airplane.

“Why are you single, Stella?” he asks.

“Because I can’t find a guy that can handle me.”

Jasper’s hand moves from my hip to slide under my sweater. His fingers splay over my ribcage, the tips teasing at the band of my bra.

“I think I handled you just fine this afternoon.”

I can’t help the goofy smile that pulls across my face. “Yeah, you did.”

I lower my hands to grip the hem of my sweater and tug it over my head, then toss it onto the bed behind him. Then, I unclasp my bra and do the same.

Jasper blows out a heavy breath, and the air tickles my chest, causing my nipples to stiffen.

“God damn, Stella. You’re incredible.”

His large hands work their way up my ribcage, his thumbs caressing the underside of my breasts.

He pulls me into his lap, his mouth latching onto one hardened peak. My center immediately floods with arousal at how good it feels to have his mouth on me.

I grind down onto his erection and let myself bask in the euphoric feeling of his strong arms wrapped around me. His hold makes me feel like a precious thing he needs to protect. And then there’s his glorious mouth worshipping my breasts. Damn. He makes me feel so good.

“It’s the craziest thing. I look at you and I know you’re the guy I’ve fought with for so long, but for some reason the wires in my brain get crossed and I want to rip your clothes off and find out how big your dick is.” I groan when he sucks my other nipple into his mouth. “I’m sure it’s perfect like everything else.”

I swallow, my eyes dropping to the bulge beneath Jasper’s zipper.

Yup, Jasper’s dick is going to be a good one. I can already tell.

He cups my face with his hands and kisses me like I’m his. He tastes like gingerbread and cinnamon. It’s the same kiss that had me surprised last night at the bar, and again today in the charity office. A kiss that has no business in this arrangement, yet I can’t get enough.

Jasper’s embedded himself into my brain, and I plan to do the same to him.

I extract myself from his mouth and sink to the floor between his legs.

“Stella,” he groans, reading my intention.

“Hmm?” My hands work quickly to undo his belt, then button and zipper.

“I never said thank you for having my family’s Christmas lights installed.”

“Hey,” Jasper lifts my chin with his fingers. “I meant what I said. I did it because I knew it would make you happy. No other reason.”

I believe him. Or I want to. Either way, I need to see him come undone.

“Now it’s my turn.”

I palm his erection over his boxer briefs, my core clenching at feeling his thick shaft. “I want to feel you in my mouth, Jasper.”

“And I want to fuck this pretty little mouth of yours, Stell.” He caresses my cheek, his thumb teasing the bottom of my lip before he leans back to assist me in pulling his jeans and boxers down his legs.

For a moment, I sit back on my heels and stare. Jasper’s cock is the biggest I’ve ever seen. It’s thick and long and the hair at the base is neatly trimmed.

It’s perfection. Normally I’d be annoyed with him, like he planned to dangle this perfect cock right in front of my face, but I’m the one who insisted I suck it so now I’ve got to swallow my pride and his cum.

It’s like I’ve momentarily forgotten everything I know about sucking a dick. Like I’ve never done it before. All the dicks before Jasper’s seem to be wiped from my memory.

He’s watching me intently so I start with the basics.

I lick him from base to tip.

“You’re going to need more than that, Stell.”

I know he’s right. If I try to lick him like a lollipop, I’ll be here all night.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, and a cocky smirk on his face, he tells me, “Spit on it, baby.”

Those four words do something to me. I’m not sure if it’s the first three or the last one, but I do what he says. I collect as much saliva from my mouth as I can and leaning over his lap, I let it drip from my lips and onto his shaft. With my hand, I work the saliva up and down, coating him thoroughly before diving back in with my mouth. Swirling my way down his shaft with my tongue, I suck him in as deep as I can take him.

“Bet you never thought you’d be on your knees with those pretty lips wrapped around me.”

“Never.” I moan around him. I’m so wet, I know I’ll have to go home and touch myself when I’m done here. I’ll have to muffle my moans under my pillow so I can make eye contact with my family tomorrow at the breakfast table.

He groans. “Fuck, Stella. You suck me so well.”

I love hearing him say my name. Knowing that I can draw out as much pleasure from him as he wrenched from me earlier.

“Are you going to be loud?” My eyes look to his bedroom door while I continue to pump him with my hand. “Do I need to stuff my panties in your mouth?”

He smirks, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “That’s an excellent idea.”

In the quickest power move I’ve ever seen, Jasper reaches for my hips and flips me around, lying back on the bed with me on top of him so my center is aligned with his face. I’m face down, still holding onto his hard cock but now I can feel his warm breath at the crotch of my very wet panties.

I’m so shocked by the change in position, I can’t even form words. “W—what are you?—”

“You think I’m going to pass up a chance to taste you, baby?”

His tongue plays with me through the soaked fabric. Then, in a torturous turn of events, he pulls my panties aside and dips his tongue inside me.

“You going to finish me off, Stell?” he asks between licks. “Or are you too distracted now?”

I suck him to the back of my throat and he groans against my center. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you with all that groaning.”

He thrusts a finger inside me, then another. A third joins and oh god, I’m going to lose it.

“You should see how hot your pussy looks filled with my fingers.”

I bite back my own groan, every nerve in my body tingling. It knows how good this is going to be, but I can’t give in yet.

“Damn it, Jasper,” I mutter before picking up the pace on his cock again.

He adjusts my hips, lifting me closer to him, then starts a punishing rhythm with his tongue against my clit.

“I bet I can make you squirt on my face,” he mumbles against me.

“I bet I can suck you dry,” I counter before returning to the rhythm that I know is pushing him closer to the edge.

It’s the most satisfying sexual moment of my life. Feeling the pleasure building inside me while holding it off so I can make Jasper eat his words and blow his load down my throat first.

And it pays off.

“Stella, baby, I’m going to come.”

It’s a warning that almost has me smiling around his cock, but I refrain because I’ve got to take him to the finish line.

And I do.

“Uhhh, fuck. Stella .” He groans against my pussy.

My name on his lips at the peak of pleasure is something I’ll never forget. It’s the satisfaction of every victory over Jasper combined.

A moment later, his cock jolts beneath my palm and the hot liquid of his orgasm hits the back of my throat. Even through his orgasm, he keeps fucking me with his tongue. Once I know I’ve won, I let myself focus on my release.

“Now come all over my face, Stell. I want it messy.”

With my hands on his thighs, I ride his tongue until my body coils tightly. Then, with my pussy full of his fingers stroking me in that perfect spot, and his lips suctioned around my clit, I splinter into a million pieces. A rush of wetness escapes from my center and I not only hear but feel the satisfied rumble coming from Jasper’s chest beneath me as he laps up my orgasm with his tongue.

His warm hands massage along the backs of my thighs and over my ass. For the second time today, I find myself relishing in Jasper’s touch and attention. But I can’t stay here forever. God, I wonder if his family suspects what we’re doing up here.

I roll off him and collapse onto a heap on his bed.

“Come here,” he says, pulling me into him.

“I’m sweaty,” I pant, trying to get my breathing under control.

“I like you exactly like this.” His fingers splay over my ribcage, his thumb teasing under the weight of my breast.

I yawn and curl into him.

“You can stay,” he offers.

“I better not. I’m supposed to help Sadie pack welcome bags for the hotel guests.”

He nods, then finds my underwear while I put my bra back on. There’s something surreal about putting your clothes back on after they were thrown off in a moment of passion. I’d expect it to be awkward with Jasper because what we are to each other only exists in the tiniest overlap of the fake dating, not friends but suddenly we have benefits, Venn diagram.

He walks me downstairs and I’m thankful his family is nowhere in sight.

“You good?” he asks, brushing my hair over my shoulder before he helps me put my coat on.

“Of course I’m good. I’m just tired.”

He pulls on his shoes and walks me across the street, which is silly and I tell him so.

“Thanks for the light installation. And the orgasms.” I try to make light of the fact that this thing between us has gone from zero to sixty in less than a day, and I’m not exactly sure what to make of it. Now that I think of it, other than our friendly wrapping competition, which now seems like an excuse for Jasper to put his head between my thighs, we haven’t fought all day. The realization has me gasping with surprise.

Beneath the porch light, Jasper’s eyes light up knowingly.

“Don’t tell me we’re becoming friends, Stella. Next thing you know you’ll be saying you actually like me.”

“Never,” I say, but it comes out breathless, instead of resolute.

“Stella?” he calls right before I open the door to my house.

“Yeah, Snowflake?” I tease.

“Sweet dreams.” He winks.