Hostile for the Holidays

20. Stella

TWENTY

STELLA

From my bedroom window, I watch Jasper’s parents’ car pull out of their driveway, then reach for my phone. After days of being Sadie’s bitch—I mean helpful bridesmaid—I feel like Rapunzel staring down from her tower looking for an escape. Also, I haven’t seen Jasper in two days and I’m going through withdrawals, not to mention the urgent issue that we haven’t had sex yet.

What’s up?

Finishing up with some work. What are you up to?

Casually stalking your house to see when you might be alone.

I’m honored. And alone. My parents went to a movie and Juniper is hanging out with friends downtown.

I’m coming over.

See you in a minute.

I drop my phone on my bed and run to the bathroom. I use mouthwash, and put deodorant on, spritz some perfume, before giving my makeup and hair a quick once over.

Jasper and I are going to have sex.

I’m more nervous now than I was a few days ago when I thought we’d be having a ton of sex on our getaway. I don’t question why, because there’s no time for that. Jasper and I need to have sex before the universe gets in the way again.

On my way out of my bedroom, I grab my phone and type out a quick text to Pippa.

Jasper and I are having sex.

She responds right away.

Right now? Why are you texting me?!

No, silly. We’re going to. Finally. I’m so nervous! Tell me not to be nervous.

It’s normal. You’re nervous because you like him.

Careful…

It’s a teasing warning, but it also makes me stop and think. She’s right. I do like Jasper. I told him at the cabin. I might more than like him.

I need to write a sex scene in this book. Take notes so my characters can live vicariously through you.

I laugh, but also wish my friend could get out from behind her computer.

I’m happy for you, but also be careful. I don’t want to see you get hurt.

Jasper can’t hurt me. I’ve built up a resistance over the years. I’m rubber, he’s glue.

That’s going to be an interesting pairing. Be safe & call me later.

I will.

My head wants to heed Pippa’s warning, but it’s not in control of this operation, my body is. And according to my sex-starved body, we are all systems go with Jasper.

Downstairs, I step into my boots and rush out the door, not bothering with a coat since I’m only running across the street.

The late afternoon sun has dropped low in the sky. It’s dusk, but the brightness of the snow keeps the light from completely fading. It’s my favorite time of the day.

It reminds me of the night Jasper and I spent at the cabin.

When I glance back to Jasper’s house, he’s there with the front door open, leaning against the door frame.

“Are you coming in?” he asks.

I rush toward him, lunging at him at the last second. He catches me, his hands cupping my ass to lift me up and into his arms.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kiss him hard.

“Now that’s a greeting.” He smiles, one hand wrapping around my waist to support me while the other pulls off my boots from where my feet are latched behind his back. “Can I get you anything? Water? Tea? Wine?”

I shake my head. I’m perfectly hydrated for the occasion.

“Do you want to watch—” he starts.

I cut him off with a kiss, then slowly pull back.

“Take me upstairs, Jasper.”

He searches my face for clarity. I nod. This is it.

Finally, there’s nothing holding us back.

We’re a mess of urgent hands and hungry kisses as Jasper climbs the stairs with me in his arms. When we reach his bedroom, he walks us in, then kicks the door shut behind us, before reaching back with a hand to lock it.

Jasper releases me and my legs drop to the ground. His hands make quick work of lifting my sweater up and over my head. I reach for the hem of his sweater to do the same for him.

He unclasps my bra. I unzip his pants. All the while our mouths stay connected.

Then, he’s pulling me in close, our chests are skin to skin and nothing has ever felt so good. The tips of my nipples brush against the smattering of hair on Jasper’s chest, teasing my sensitive skin. Every nerve ending is alive and I think I’m going to need him to take me right this second.

He must know how impatient I am because he lifts me up and sets me on his bed. My jeans are unbuttoned, and along with my underwear, pulled down my legs in record time.

But Jasper isn’t stripping off his pants like I’d hoped he would. Instead, he pulls out a roll of red ribbon.

I smirk. “You just happen to have that lying around?”

“It was left over from wrapping your present.” He nods to my ears where the diamond bows are resting.

“What do you want to do with it?” I ask, anticipation building in my core.

He leans over me, sweeps my hair behind my shoulder, and presses his lips against my jaw before he tells me, “I want to tie you up with your hands behind your back, then eat your pussy while you ride my face.”

I thought we were just going to have some missionary sex, but it sounds like Jasper has other things in mind.

And I like a man with a plan.

I’ve never done anything like this before. Never been tied up or bound in any way. The imagery of the scenario Jasper is depicting sends a fresh wave of lust between my thighs. My thighs are soaked and I’m not even thinking about how embarrassing it will be for him to see me this way. Wet and needy for him. Years ago, I would have thought he wanted to tie me up and leave me in an embarrassing situation. Now, I’m not even questioning his motives one bit. I don’t know how we got here but I want to see this through. I need it. I have to know what it feels like to have Jasper inside me.

“Are you going to let me play with you, Stella?” Jasper’s head dips to suck my nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, while one finger teases my entrance. “Wrap you up like the gift you are? Just for me.”

“Yes,” I answer around a moan at his skillful tongue’s appreciation for my nipples.

“That’s my girl.”

I like the sound of those words way too much.

My hips rock forward trying to capture more of his finger, but he’s already pulling away.

He tugs several lengths of ribbon from the roll, measuring them out with his arm span, then makes a cut with his teeth. With the ribbon in his hand, he moves in behind me on the bed and settles against the pillows.

“Come here.” He crooks his finger and I climb over his lap, pressing my center against the bulge in his boxer briefs. I know there’s going to be a wet spot on the material from me, but I don’t care. I’m marking my territory.

He pauses a moment, looking intensely into my eyes. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.” The answer comes easily. So easy in fact I wonder how we got here. Me, naked in Jasper’s lap, trusting him to tie me up and fuck me senseless.

Leaning forward, Jasper crisscrosses the ribbon under my breasts, then wraps it behind my back and over my shoulders, before bringing it down the center of my body to hug the insides of my breasts. He finishes it off by pulling the ends behind my back.

“Have you done this before?” I ask, suddenly curious if these ribbon-tying skills are seasoned. Which is followed by a sickening churn of my gut from the jealousy that the thought brings.

“No.” His answer eases the knot in my belly. “But I’m a quick study.”

“So, you Googled this?”

“I was a Boy Scout. We were always tying knots for fun.”

“Bet you never imagined using that skill for this scenario.”

He cups my jaw with one hand, tilting my chin until our eyes meet. “Stella, there isn’t a way I haven’t imagined having you. This one included.”

Hearing that he’s thought about this only makes me more excited to try it. For an odd reason I can’t explain, fulfilling Jasper’s fantasies just became mine.

Holding my arms in place behind my back, he presses a kiss to my lips before wrapping the ribbon around my wrists and tying a bow. At least that’s what it feels like. It’s hard to see and when I turn my head and move my arms to look, the ribbon tightens, squeezing my breasts.

The edges of the ribbon are soft, but when I move and it pulls taut, there’s a biting edge to it that only heightens my arousal.

Now I’m even more desperate for friction but I’m completely at Jasper’s mercy. And he doesn’t seem to be in a hurry.

“Look at you, Stell. You look so pretty wrapped up. So delicate and exquisitely tied.”

He traces a single finger along the lines of the ribbon, admiring his work. Admiring me . I’ve never felt so worshipped, so beautiful. It’s surprising that I can feel this way with Jasper when all we’ve ever known is arguing and competition. But the last few weeks have shown me a different side of him. Of us.

I watch his gaze follow his finger, satisfaction and adoration filling his gaze. That same finger teases circles around my nipple before pinching the hardened peak.

I cry out at the sensation.

“I should have known you planned to torture me.” I’m half teasing but also starting to wonder what I’ve gotten myself into by giving Jasper so much power. All the power.

“I don’t want to torture you, Stella.” He slips a hand between my center and his boxer-clad erection that I’ve been shamelessly rutting myself against. “It’s the truth.” He dips one finger inside me as he kisses my jaw. “I swear.” He pumps a second one in. I gasp and our eyes lock as he finger fucks me, adding a third. “Scout’s honor.”

He uses his free hand to pull on the ribbon behind me, which only intensifies the sensation between my legs. His mouth latches onto the sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder, licking and teasing the flesh there.

When his thumb joins the party, I’m a goner.

“Jasper,” I moan.

“Yeah, baby?” He says it so tenderly it makes my chest squeeze.

“I’m going to come.”

“That was the plan.”

Another thrust of his fingers and I’m spiraling out. My muscles clamping down so hard around his fingers it’s almost painful. But the pleasure is worth it.

The aftershocks of my orgasm are still pulsing through my body when Jasper grips my hips and lifts me up his torso and over his shoulders until I’m positioned above his face.

It’s a vulnerable position to be in. My center hovering over his mouth and chin. My whole body feels like a holiday Jell-O mold. Jiggly and barely set.

“Jas, I’ve got nothing to hold onto.”

“I’ve got you.” He wraps his arms around my ass, holding me firmly in place above his face.

I can feel my wetness leaking out between my thighs.

“I’m so wet.”

He licks his tongue through me. “Yeah, you are. I fucking love it.”

I’m sensitive from my orgasm, but Jasper doesn’t hold back. He’s there, tongue warm and insistent as he licks my center.

“Grind that pussy on my mouth, Stella. I want you to fucking drown me.”

So, for once, I give Jasper what he wants, and I smother him with my pussy. It’s mutual satisfaction as he licks and sucks and fucks me with his tongue. It only takes a minute and I’m lost in the sensation of him again, chasing another orgasm until I’m boneless and collapsing in his arms.