Peaches Chapter 7

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I thought school would never be over. I couldn’t fucking wait for detention! When the last bell rang, I stuffed all my papers into my backpack, threw on my pea coat and did that race-walk thing back to Mr. Banner’s classroom, fighting against the tide of students trying to get the hell out of the school.

Fidgeting outside the door as I waited for the last of the kids to finally leave, I scanned up and down the emptying halls for Emmett’s bulk.

He was so damn huge, there was no way I could miss him, but I didn’t see him anywhere. Surely, he wouldn’t get a wild hair and skip out on his well-deserved punishment?

And then Emmett would say, “And don’t call me Shirley.”

I had to suppress a snort as Mr. Banner grabbed a stack of papers from his desk and started to shuffle toward me.

Trying to look properly contrite and ashamed, I clutched my backpack and lunchbox to my chest and trained my eyes on Hush Puppies that were getting closer.

Those beigey-grey suede shoes stopped in front of me and from above my head, Mr. Banner’s stern voice directed, “Please go inside and have a seat, Miss Swan. I’ll be back shortly.”

Nodding mutely and not even meeting his eyes because I thought I might crack up right in his face, I scurried to the back of the classroom and set my stuff on top of my and Emmett’s desks, shucked off my coat, and draped it over the back of my chair.

I shivered with the memory of lunch time. Hot damn! I had finally gotten a real reaction out of Jasper. Took a week-and-a-half, but the banana blow job worked.

Where the hell was Emmett? He’d better show up for detention or I was going to be pissed. It was his fault Mr. Banner got mad anyway.

Sighing, I picked the gift peach out of my lunchbox and placed it reverently on the desk, encircling it with my arms, and resting my head by my elbow. Closing my eyes as I took in the faint scent of Jasper, I tried to patiently wait for Emmett and Mr. Banner to come back. I could have started on my homework, but I’d much rather breathe in Jasper’s scent and fantasize about what I could do to him, if I ever got my hands on him.

After a few minutes, it seemed like Jasper’s cologne became stronger, and I took a deep sniff and wistfully sighed.

Definitely stronger.

I swear he smelled like sex. Made me want to lick him. Everywhere.

How the hell could his smell get stronger?

I raised my head and Jasper was standing right in front of my desk. Scared the livin’ shit out of me! I gasped, jerked back, and almost knocked the peach to the floor.

“Jasper! What the fuck?” I’d never even heard him come in the room. “Did you get detention, too? Where the hell is Dude … uh, Emmett?”

Before I even knew what happened, the lights were turned off, Jasper had me up on my feet, and his long body was pressing me against the counter along the wall behind my desk.

“Uh, what …?”

His face was bent to mine, and he whispered, “Emmett’s around.” His eyes moved to look out the windows to my left and came back to mine.

They were black. It was not one of those tricks of the low light in the room due to the cloudy, dark day either. The eyes that had been an unusual but beautiful liquid amber were glittering black.

With my next breath, his scent invaded my mind, and he smelled so fucking good, I thought I was going to melt into a puddle on the floor, but his hands were just under my arms on my sides, and his hard body was holding me securely against the old cabinets.

And that wasn’t the only thing that was hard. He was pressing his dick against my stomach.

“Huh?” Yeah. I was chock full of the witty repartee, right?

I just couldn’t think. All I could think about was the utterly beautiful god-like man that smelled like sex and had his hands on me—his hard hands that moved so lovingly. His right one was gliding down my left side, and where he touched me erupted into flames.

“Do you have some kind of fruit fetish?” His lips were nearly on mine. They were so close.

Oh, God, his voice was deep and low and smooth, and I was starting to feel dizzy, and my mouth just dropped open and words just spewed out. “No. No, I have a penis fetish.”

He actually smirked, and his black, black eyes glinted with some inner light. Not having seen any expression other than … er, expressionless … on his gorgeous face before, I was stunned stupid again.

“Uh, what are you doing?”

“Claiming what’s mine.” The tip of his nose grazed my cheek, barely making contact with my skin. “Edward has been quite … taken with your scent, and during his week away convinced himself that he was in love with you.”

The mention of that rude, stick-up-his-ass pansy-boy pissed me off, and I had a couple of actual semi-coherent thoughts. “Edward’s a goddamn asshole. What the hell is his problem?”

Wait. He said Edward had been taken with my scent? In love with me? The douche nozzle had looked at me like I was a turd in the punchbowl.

Jasper’s hand had burrowed beneath my jersey and was working its way under the hem of my turtleneck. When his cool, stony fingers touched my skin, it sent some kind of warm, quivery jolt right through me, and I grabbed at his biceps. Even through the silky feel of the sleeves of his turtleneck, his arms were as hard as the countertop behind me.

He felt like he was about the same temperature as the counter, too.

His nose was at my left ear, breathing deeply. “Yes, Edward is an adolescent, delusional asshole.” He dipped his head, his soft, golden hair tickling my skin. As he licked my neck up to my ear, the cool feel of his tongue sent erotic shivers through me.

What a co-inky-dink. I’d wanted to do that very same thing to him. And to other places besides his neck.

Jasper’s chilly lips were on the skin right below my ear. I shivered again and moaned and pushed against his very stiff dick. I wanted him so fucking bad. I wrapped my right leg around his. He was pushing against me so firmly I couldn’t raise my leg up to get it around his, well … thighs … because he was so much taller than me.

He pushed my bra up, and his right hand was on my breast. His fingertips brushed over my instantly hard nipple, making my body arch against his. Goosebumps rose up over my body, and it felt so good, a lurid groan escaped me.

I was sure somebody outside the darkened classroom could have heard me.

“I’d wondered what you were hiding under these jerseys.” As he kneaded my flesh, he made a rumbly, purring noise against my neck. “I warned Edward away from you, but he became a bit obsessive and kept trying to get into your bedroom at night. He kept Emmett and I quite busy.”

Okay. I was distracted momentarily from Jasper’s cool fingers and what they were doing. “He was what? The fucker what?” I practically screeched and tried to pull away from him, which was impossible because his left hand was tangled in my hair and spread across the center of my back.

“I never let him near your room. When I had things to take care of, Emmett was nearby. Edward came too close this morning, and Emmett caught him. I’ll finish dealing with him later.”

“You’ve been watching my house? What the hell—”

Then my shirts and bra were shoved up to my neck, and his lips and tongue were licking and sucking my stiff nipples.

“Oh, fuck me hard and sideways,” I exclaimed, gasping.

“I’m going to.”

I didn’t know how he did it, but my panties and jeans were down around my ankles, and I was sitting on the counter.

“Wait! Here? Uh, I … uh, somebody could come in. Uh, Mr. Banner could …” I tried to push against his solid chest, but the next instant both of my hands were behind me, crossed over each other at the small of my back, and his long fingers were wrapped around both of my wrists.

With my pants binding my ankles, there was no way I could run even if I could have pulled my hands from his hold.

I snapped my knees together, and he smirked at me again.

His black eyes roamed down my exposed body. “With the way you’ve been mouth-fucking those innocent pieces of fruit in the cafeteria for the last week-and-a-half, you can’t be worried about being caught.” His right hand dropped to his belt buckle and unfastened it. The next moment, his jeans were undone and he had his stiff dick in his hand. “We both have a little exhibitionist in us, I think.”

I sucked in a breath. I couldn’t help it. Even his dick was fucking beautiful. It was thick and pale and … and I was drooling again and starting to squirm on the counter.

I wanted it. I wanted him. I didn’t give a shit if anybody came in as long as I had his dick inside me. I spread my knees apart, and his fingers were sliding through my wet folds. They were cold, but at the same time they sent a heat through me like I’d never felt before. His touch wrenched a groan right out of me, and I threw my head back.

His mouth was on my throat, sucking and nibbling as his fingers began lightly rubbing my clit. My breath was panting and whining out of me. He slid his lips up to my ear and nipped at the lobe.

“Did you have any ideas about what you might do with that peach I gave you?” His mouth brushed over my ear, and I could hear him inhaling deeply again.

He had me quivering all the way down to my toes. “I … I …” I could barely speak, I was breathing so hard. His fingers circling my clit were sending ripples of pleasure through me, and I ached I wanted him inside me so fucking bad. “Uh, I was … going to take a bite out of it … I, uh was going to smear it on your dick and suck off the juice.”

He growled and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard, besides his deep voice and that other growly noise he made.

He made great noises.

His head pressed against mine. “We’ll get to that at another time. Right now, I’m going to fuck you.”

Hearing those words sent another shock of pleasure through me. “Please!” I couldn’t fucking wait to feel that sweet dick buried inside me.

He pulled his fingers away, and ran the head of his dick up and down over me, getting it good and wet, while sending spasms of pleasure through me each time he glided over my clit. He slipped the head into me and stopped.

Oh, my fucking God, I’d never felt anything that good before. He was so hard, and he stretched and filled me, and he wasn’t even all the way in yet. Just his skin in contact with mine made me feel a strange hum through every inch of me.

I wanted to wrap my legs around his hips and shove him into me, but my jeans were caught over my desert boots, and I couldn’t push them off.

“Oh, God, Jasper, just fuck me!” I struggled to pull my hands free from his, but he wouldn’t let go. I wanted to grab his arms, or feel his chest, or hang on to those wide shoulders, or … something. I didn’t know what, but I wanted my hands on him. “Oh God, I want it. Just fuck me!”

His right hand held my head, his fingers tightened in my hair, and he lowered me toward the counter, suspending me just above it. “You’re damn loud, little girl.” He grinned at me, then his mouth was on mine, and his tongue was probing between my lips.

He tasted even better than he smelled. I’d never tasted anything like him before. He was sunshine, and leather, but who knew those things could have a flavor and could taste … so fucking sexy? I could finally identify that spice—it was cinnamon with a hint of allspice. I could just eat him! I wanted more. I sucked at his tongue greedily.

Pretty much, he had me bound and gagged, and I didn’t even fucking care. Damn! I’d be proud if somebody walked into that classroom and saw him with his dick in me.

He licked over my lips, and held his head up to look into my eyes as he pushed into me. His eyes widened, and his nostrils flared. The muscles flexed in his jaw. “Oh, Bella,” he ground out through his teeth. “Being inside you is so good. Better than … Just so fuckin’ good.” His eyes drifted closed, and he raised his golden head, the tendons in his neck straining. He let his breath out slowly. “Soooooo good.”

And I knew he wasn’t human. No penis could be that cold and hard, though his was warming up nicely.

I’d had a few, and his felt different from all of them. It was as hard as his fingers and his arms; his lips and face. Like his chest when I pushed against him.

Was that why he was holding my hands? So I couldn’t touch him? Or to keep me from trying to escape?

Shit. I wasn’t going anywhere.

He was holding me up off the counter. A regular human wouldn’t have been able to do that for very long.

“You’re not … a regular boy.”

His eyes opened just a fraction, and he pulled back. “No.” He brought his face close to mine again and quickly kissed my lips as he thrust into me again.

He was the Master of Distraction. The Master Distractor. I couldn’t think about anything except his breath across my face and every inch of his thick cock caressing me on the inside.

As I groaned and whined, he watched my face and thrust into me again and again, keeping a slow and steady pace. I was so slick, I felt every ridge and vein of his dick and it was absolutely luscious.

He let go of my hands and his coasted up my back to my neck. He pulled his right hand from my hair and reached between us to press his thumb against my clit.

I gradually moved my hands to his arms and inched them up over the silky black sleeves covering his biceps and shoulders until I was grasping his face. I longed to touch his skin. He was… lovely. “You’re so beautiful.”

My breath caught as his thumb circled and rubbed, and then moved faster, and I knew I would come soon. It had been building up since I’d first laid eyes on him.

There was no way, but I swore I was getting wetter as I got closer and finally the pressure built up until I couldn’t stand it anymore. My fingers clenched handfuls of his hair, and I pulled him to me, pressing his jaw to mine.

I didn’t care if he wasn’t human. I didn’t care what he was. Nobody had made me feel as good as he did.

“Jasper,” I gasped again. “I’m gonna come.”

“I know,” he whispered. “I want to feel you come. I want to feel you get even tighter on my dick and squeeze it as I fuck you.”

The pressure exploded in a hot rush, and I sucked in a breath as the heat and exquisite pleasure surged through me; up my belly and down my legs, making them quiver and twitch with each pulse.

His mouth was over mine as I screamed out his name and tried to thrust against him. I yanked and tugged at his hair, trying to pull him even closer to me.

At last, I collapsed over his arm, my hands fell away from his head, and my legs were trembling with the strain.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw he was watching me, the glittering ebony of his eyes softening to a liquid, shining black. He growled again, his jaw tensed, his eyes squeezed shut, and his forehead touched mine. His fingers held my neck stiffly and his right gripped my waist. Grunting, his thrusts shortened and quickened as he came deep inside me. At last, he shuddered and clutched me to him.

Damn. Jasper’s O face was … it was so fucking hot.

Mission accomplished! And … I won the bet with Emmett!

Finally, he was still. He kissed my forehead and lifted me to his chest, his arms wrapping around me. “Ahhhhh, Bella. So, so good.”

He nuzzled my neck and my cheek and pressed a quick kiss on my lips. His eyes studied mine.

I was as limp as an overcooked noodle, but I had put a few things together and thought I was closer to solving the mystery of the pretty, alien, rich kids. I had to say it. “You’re not human.”

“No.” His heavy breaths were slowing.

“It’s why everybody is afraid you.”

“Yes. Everyone except you.”

“It’s why you’re cold and hard and pale, and have gold or black eyes. It’s why you smell So. Fucking. Good. And why you taste even better than you smell.”

“Yes,” he said quietly.

“And it’s why that was the best fuck I ever had.”

Just the corners of his full lips lifted, and I could see a hint of humor in his eyes.

“I know about the bet,” he murmured.

My eyes and my mouth flew open. That goddamn Emmett swore he wouldn’t tell! I was so going to have to give him a junk punch. But since he appeared to be as rock solid as Jasper, the only thing I would accomplish would be crushing every bone in my hand.

I snapped my mouth shut, squeezed my eyes closed, and my forehead thudded against Jasper’s chest. It was a wonder he hadn’t gotten pissed off and left me semi-naked under the teacher’s desk or something.

“Sorry,” I mumbled into his shirt.

I felt the vibrations of his low chuckle, and he ran his fingers through my hair again.

I took that to mean he wasn’t insulted or too angry. “So, uh, what is this … between us?”

“It’s …” he began and sighed. His fingers combed gently through my hair and he cupped my face. “This means you’re mine.”

I blinked rapidly a few times. I didn’t really know what to make of what he just said. Other than it kinda gave me another one of those warm, delicious, shivery feelings despite being held so tenderly to his cool body.

But there was that other question. “Uh, what are you?”

“I’ll tell you on the way.” His tongue swept across my lips.

We were going somewhere? “What?”

His still-black eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in an authoritative tone, “You and I are leaving Forks. Together.”

Well, that escalated quickly. Hadn’t seen that coming.

“Uh, can I grab the peach?”


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O Jasper! My Jasper! ~ a bastardization of O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman. Oddly enough, written in 1865.

“Mr. Sex-on-Legs” from Rosalie’s Baby by Mortissues. A Jasper/Bella on

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