The Banker (Modern Love Book 3) Page 12

  I let his wet cock slip from my mouth with a pop. “Be my guest. Just make sure you send me a copy.”

  I slid my hand up and down his cock a few times, twisting when I reach the tip, and his hips start to piston up off the chair. “God, Lennon. I didn’t know what I was missing before you.”

  I smirk and get back to work teasing him to the edge several times before backing off. I can hear the shutter on his camera phone go off and it turns me on so much to know he’s documenting this that I think I might finish before he does.

  I lap at his sac and suck one of his balls in my mouth—gentle enough that I won’t hurt him, but with enough pressure to make him wild. And it does. He sets his phone back down on the desk and his hands return to my hair.

  “I’m going to be beating off to those pictures after you leave, I can guarantee that. You’re so fucking hot.”

  I continue to jerk him off while I switch to his other testicle and his hands tighten in my hair. Deciding he’s close and that I’ll put him out of his misery this time, I pull back and then swirl my tongue around his tip a few times before bringing almost all of him into my mouth.

  My free hand plays with his balls while I deepthroat him and a minute later he’s groaning and coming down the back of my throat. I swallow all of him and pump him a few times before I lean back on my heels.

  His hands fall from my hair and he lies back in his chair, his legs wide apart, his pants open, looking spent. Right or wrong, it brings a smile to my face that it was courtesy of me.

  “You are…” He’s shaking his head as he trails off.

  I stand up and dust off my knees. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” I say and wink.

  He laughs, but stops abruptly, his expression turning determined and serious. “Now get your ass up on that desk and spread for me. I’m going to make you come on my tongue—twice.”

  Thank God Jasper is a man of his word.

  16

  Jasper has whisked me away for a two-day trip up in God knows where, like he expects me to hike or some shit. My only stipulation was a bathroom with running water and flushable toilet. I gave Tahlia so much shit a few months ago about how not outdoorsy she is, but truth is, I’ve never camped, nor do I plan to.

  “Close your eyes,” Jasper says, coming up from behind me and covering my eyes.

  “I swear if you’re planning to murder me, there are people who will search for me.”

  He chuckles and I smell the cologne on his shirt. It’s been two weeks and I’m still in shock that I haven’t gotten sick of him yet. Quite the opposite. I can’t seem to get enough of him and the more time I spend with Jasper the more I want him.

  “I’m not going to murder you. Okay, now walk forward.” My foot hits something and he catches me before I fall face forward. “Sorry.”

  “Okay, when do I get to open my eyes?” I have my hands outstretched in front of me to make sure I don’t walk into anything.

  “In a second.” From his tone, I can tell he’s getting way too much enjoyment from this. “Step up,” he instructs.

  I hear a creak and then he takes his hands off my eyes. I open them and stare at the log cabin in front of me.

  “I’m sorry, who do you think you brought up here?” I ask, turning around to find his Range Rover parked outside in front of the cabin and no other human being in sight. “Oh, my God, you’re going to murder me. Either that or you want me to join some polygamist cult where I’ll have to grow my hair long and wear those ugly dresses.”

  He laughs. “It’s just us for two days. The fridge is stocked, movies are supplied, and we get two sunsets and two sunrises for us to watch from the bedroom upstairs.” He casts small kisses up my neck and shoulder. He does that a lot and though I haven’t asked I think it might be his favorite area of my body. At least his favorite that he can give attention to in public.

  I turn to face the cabin. “Hmm…sounds nice.” Now, it isn’t the Ritz with room service, but a whole weekend away with no distractions except for Jasper? Pretty close to perfect.

  “That’s why we’re here.” He unhooks his arms from around my stomach. “Let’s go check it out.”

  On the way to the door, I stop before he opens it.

  “How close is the next breathing person?” I ask and he chuckles, inserting the key into the lock, disregarding my question.

  But I’d really like an answer. Truth is, I’ve only known the guy for three weeks. Pulling out my phone, I send a quick text to Whitney and Tahlia.

  Me: Jasper took me to the woods for two days. If I don’t return, make sure the police question him.

  Three dots appear next to Tahlia’s name.

  Tahlia: On it, although I’m pretty sure you’d be the smart girl in the murder movie. Just make sure if you hear something in the woods you don’t go investigate it.

  Oh, it warms my heart that she thinks so highly of me.

  Whitney: Did you bring enough lube?

  Seriously, she and Cole need to calm down because that would have been my line if the roles were reversed.

  A deep throat-clearing interrupts my fingers, poised to fire back another text, and I look up to find Jasper standing in the middle of a beautiful living room.

  “Sorry,” I say, pocketing my phone. “Just letting my friends know where to look for my body.”

  He chuckles, holding his hand out for me to meet him in the middle of the huge room.

  The couches are big brown leather, worn in with lacquered tables and a big screen television anchored to the wall. To my right is a kitchen, small, with a breakfast bar stretching along the front. An open staircase leads to a second level.

  “This is nice,” I say.

  His arms slide around my stomach, anchoring on my lower back. “You’re nice.” He kisses my nose.

  “Thank you.” I mean it. In the past two weeks, Jasper has treated me like a princess and not just some girl he’s fooling around with. He’s taken me to so many nice places and shown me so many things I would have never seen otherwise.

  Ugh, did I really just reference princesses? What’s happening to me?

  There have been limited nights that we’ve spent apart, living in our own little bubble, not inviting others to interfere. Drew wanted to get a move on quickly so he has their lawyer starting to work on the patents and according to Jasper, he’s found a love for sex toys in his own personal life. Thankfully, Jasper spares me the details.

  Jasper has fucked me on every surface of his boat, my apartment, his office and my tattoo parlor. My hands feel empty if they aren’t on him and since every time we’re within a foot of one another, I’m usually on his lap, he must feel the same way.

  “Come on.” He grabs my hand, pulling me toward the staircase.

  “We should get our bags,” I mention, but he shakes his head.

  “In a second.” He pulls and I oblige, following him up the stairs to where I assume the bedrooms are.

  See? All of our conversations happen naked and in bed where we do our best bonding.

  We enter the bedroom through a set of double doors and there sits a king-size bed. I jump on it, throwing my body on top of the mattress.

  “I’m going to miss you tonight,” I mention and he jumps on to join me. “This bed is so big.”

  He snuggles into me, his hands cupping both my breasts. Our usual sleeping positions.

  “I don’t care if we have the biggest bed ever invented, this is how I sleep when you’re with me.” His thumbs move over my nipples and they peak in response. My tits are always ready to come out and be played with.

  “Maybe I don’t want to share my space.” I grind my ass against him and he grinds me back, letting me know he’s ready.

  Last week I made us get tested. I’m already on the pill, and though it’d be a first for me, I don’t want to worry about condoms with Jasper. He didn’t seem thrilled about the idea, but he agreed to have the test and said we can discuss it later. Our tests came back four days ago and he’s conti
nued to use condoms, but this is something I want to share with him.

  “Don’t worry, I brought a lot of condoms,” he says in that low voice I love.

  I roll over and place my hands on his cheeks. “How about we forego anything between us? We’re both clean.”

  His hands move to my hips and he throws his head back, blowing out a long breath. “I don’t know…” he says, like it’s taking every ounce of his restraint not to say anything more.

  I lie on top of him, my hand massaging his cock though his worn jeans. “I’m sorry. I want to experience that with you. It’s one of the rare firsts I can give to you.”

  He looks at me with eyes full of lust and yearning, but I can tell that the answer is still no. “Lenno—”

  “It’s fine, Jasper. One day you’ll trust me enough.”

  He kisses my nose in thanks and grinds his erection against that perfect spot that has me moaning.

  I’m not sure what his hang-up is. I mean, he does get BBBJs. That’s ‘bareback blow job’ for those of you not down with the slang. So I know it’s not that he’s hyper-protective about safe sex.

  Jasper’s phone rings and now I blow out an exasperated breath. Lately, that thing hasn’t stopped. The entire car ride up, I had to listen to his conversation about some key fob invention thing and blah, blah, blah.

  “How about we lock the phone in the car?” I ask, kissing his neck.

  He glances to the phone and holds his finger up.

  One minute my ass.

  He stays in the bed, and answers the phone.

  “Banks,” he says and I prop up, straddling his waist. My fingers unhook the button of his jeans and he shakes his head, holding up that damn finger again.

  I take his finger and bring it to my breast so he’s slowly circling my nipple. My tight tank top doesn’t leave a ton to the imagination.

  “Listen, I have some emails out and I’m waiting for calls back,” he says, and I open his fist, moving his hand back to my tit, rubbing it around in circles. Pretty soon, he’s doing it on his own.

  I grind my center along his dick, and then slide down to his thighs, my fingers sliding down his zipper.

  “I have to go, but I’ll call you when I get news.” He pauses, trying to move me off his body, but with one hand I’m stronger right now.

  I strip off my tank top and he closes his eyes.

  “Yes, I understand,” he says in a strained voice.

  Reaching behind, I unhook my bra, letting it fall forward to lie on his chest. His eyes bug out and he reaches out, but I slide away.

  “Victor, I do understand, but not much will happen until Monday.”

  His eyes are on me and I wonder if Victor can hear the trembling in his voice.

  I pull at his jeans and he helps me by rocking his hips back and forth. Once I get them off his legs, I find red boxer briefs below and wetness pools between my legs.

  Maybe it’s because we’ve been in San Francisco after workdays mostly, but Jasper has an overabundance of black boxer briefs, so the fact he’s wearing something different excites me. Shows me a different side of him. Is this how men are with lingerie?

  “I have to go, Victor. I promise to be in touch.” He clicks off his phone. Fiddling with it, he holds it up. “I’m putting this thing on ‘do not disturb.’” He drops it on the nightstand and I climb up his body. “Take off the shorts,” he orders.

  “Such a bossy pants,” I say and he cocks his eyebrow.

  “I am and you like it that way.”

  True, but he doesn’t need to know that.

  “I like control.” I unbutton my shorts and push them down my legs, leaving me in a purple see-through thong.

  “Believe me, you have more control than you think.” He sits up on the headboard, holding his hands out for me.

  I crawl up, purposely grinding my tits around his dick.

  “I like the red,” I say and he smiles, reaching down to push my tits together around his dick.

  “I like the purple.” His thumbs rub my nipples. “Come here,” he says and he slides up and I straddle him.

  His hands massage my ass and I circle my arms around his neck.

  “I’m going to try to be a good boy,” he says, inching forward to kiss me.

  The kiss is gentle and slow, similar to the one he gives me when he says goodbye to me. It’s the sweet kiss. He has many kisses. The demanding kiss, the I’m-going-to-come kiss, the hello kiss, and each one of those is enough to make me crumple to the floor.

  His goodbye kiss is always super-slow, super-gentle and his hands never leave the sides of my face. Usually he seals it with one more short kiss and then says something like, “See you soon,” or, “Thank you.” It’s the one that tells me I’m more than just a great fuck, that I might just mean more to him.

  I lose myself in this kiss, his fingers gliding down my spine, up and down. He’s not grinding his cock to my center, his hand hasn’t dipped down between my legs to feel how wet I am. In my mind, I realize this time is going to be different.

  He pushes his weight up and places my back on the bed.

  “So beautiful,” he whispers, his lips trailing a path down the center of my breasts to my belly button. Hooking his fingers under the strings of my thong, he pulls them down my legs, painfully slow. “I’ll never grow tired of your pussy,” he says in a low voice, still sliding the small amount of fabric off me.

  A rush of goose bumps rise to the surface of my skin. He rises to stand at the edge of the bed, looking down at me, bare to him. Most times I’m okay with men looking at me naked. I have no issue with my looks, no shame about the imperfections of my body, but this time is different.

  Jasper isn’t looking at me with the lust and animalistic need in his eyes like he usually does. This time his eyes glow with something else. Admiration. Satisfaction. Wonder. As I lie here I can’t help but feel like I’m baring not only my body, but my soul.

  I lie still, my eyes locked with his, craving more of him. His eyes don’t waver and I hold out my hands for him to come to me.

  He shakes his head and the reverence in his gaze makes me feel undeserving. “I have no idea what I ever did to deserve you,” he whispers, stripping off his vintage beer logo t-shirt I bought him two days ago.

  He lowers his red boxer briefs and his cock springs out in its full glory. I’ll never tire of seeing it. My mouth salivates and I want to crawl on my knees and suck him off, but even though there’s no romantic music playing or rose petals on the bed, our afternoon delight feels much different than the quickies we’ve been having at lunch. So instead, I stay lying down, anticipating the weight of him on top of me.

  As always, he doesn’t disappoint, crawling up the bed, licking his way from the tip of my toes, up my thigh, circling right above my mound. By the time his tongue is between my breasts, I feel his hard length running along my legs. I throw my head back, giving him access to my neck. His fingers thread through my short black hair right before his lips take mine.

  My legs widen, allowing him space between my thighs, and the tip of his cock pushes into my center, teasing my wetness.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers and my heart pitter-patters, my hands moving to his back, running along his muscles.

  “Jasper,” I sigh, loving this slow dance we’re doing. Our bodies slide and if I wrapped my legs around his torso, he’d be able to push inside me.

  He finishes our kiss and draws back to stare into my eyes.

  “I need you,” I say softly, and he tucks his head into the crook of my neck.

  His open-mouthed kisses ignite a shiver up my spine. Circling his hips, he continues the teasing and I know there’s a condom in his jeans.

  “Your skin is so soft,” he says, his hands sliding over every part of my torso.

  “Please,” I beg him, opening wider and wrapping my legs over his so that my heels press into his calves.

  He looks up to me. “I changed my mind. I don’t want anything between us,�
�� he whispers, kissing my nose.

  I lock my legs and he stops, a heart-stopping smile on his face. He pushes a stray hair out of the way and gazes down at me with reverence.

  “I trust you, Lennon, but are you sure?” he whispers.

  I nod. “We’re not virgins,” I joke, having to ease the heaviness of this moment, for me at least. My lungs constrict and you’d think that I just stepped out on a tightrope five hundred feet in the air, with no net below. But that’s exactly how I feel. Like I’m operating without a safety net because everything that I’m feeling for Jasper is foreign territory.

  That wickedly naughty smile I love emerges on his lips and he circles his hips then reaches down to direct his cock into me. Inch by glorious inch he pushes inside of me—my breathing hitches, my fingers digging into his back.

  “Oh, God,” I say from the overwhelming feeling of taking him bare inside me. I’ve never had sex with no barrier and though I made the joke a minute ago, in some ways I feel like a virgin. A teenage boy virgin because this is about to be over before it really begins, I’m so close.

  Jasper rises to his elbows, staring down at me as he glides in and out in a slow, but glorious pace. He never breaks eye contact and I’m not sure how long it lasts, but I can tell you, I’ll never forget this moment or the emotions swirling inside me.

  “I never imagined you’d feel this fucking perfect,” he says in a raspy voice.

  At a pace that would challenge a tortoise, we enjoy each other’s bodies until we collapse—not from exhaustion, but because we’re physically unable to hold our orgasms at bay. We reach our climaxes together, tumbling toward ecstasy, gripping one another tight and feeling not only in a physical sense, but an emotional one, everything between us.

  Jasper drops to the side of me, his hands on my side, his lips moving to mine with a satisfied smile. Our arms entwine and he brings me to him, our sweat-soaked bodies sticking together. I realize, in the woods, in a cabin with no one as a witness, Jasper Banks has ruined me for anyone else.

  I gaze at him with dreamy eyes I swore I’d never have for some guy and soak in the contentment and peace inside of me. Jasper allows me to be something I never thought I could be—still.