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keptherwaiting) wrote2020-08-08 01:27 pm
keptherwaiting) wrote2020-08-08 01:27 pm
1863, Texas
Jasper leans against the doorway of the barn, his gaze on the house across the way. The women, of course, were given the house, and he knows there's no danger for miles, yet he keeps watch. His gaze, in particular, resting on one candle-lit room.
The rest of the newborns are in the barn with him. Except for the one that Lucy pulled for the night as a companion. It's not the first time one of them has picked a lover to share a few hours with and it probably won't be the last, but it irks Jasper nonetheless.
Not because of Lucy, or that, just -
It makes the men even more obnoxious, especially when well-fed on top of it. Jasper would prefer them hungry now. At least their hunger distracts them from this. This is just -
His gaze drifts to the group behind him, where the others play a game of cards. The whispers from the corner make his jaw clench. The way they talk about the three woman.
- Obnoxious.
His gaze drifts off back to the house as Liam, the youngest of them, breaks off from the group and comes to join him. He braces himself. The boy is barely sixteen - he wishes Maria hadn't turned him. He can't control his feelings like some of the older newborns. He's more zealous when hunting, more anxious when hungry, and -
"Do they do that often?" he asks in a hushed whispers. "Take lovers?"
- Hornier, than the rest, on nights like these.
"Sometimes," Jasper grounds out, his jaw clenching tighter.
"Maria too?"
Jasper fights the urge to growl. “Stop talking and get back with the others,” he snaps instead, jerking his chin toward the group.
One of the older newborns looks up at the disturbance - Campbell, already grayed around the hairline - and he beckons the teenager back over to them. "C’mon, kid," his voice gruff as he meets Jasper's red-eyed gaze, all-knowing like he's the one with Jasper's powers, before he focuses on the kid again. "You ever play? We'll deal you in this time."
Jasper nods his thanks as Liam scurries back to the group and he looks to the house once more, back to the candle-lit window.
The rest of the newborns are in the barn with him. Except for the one that Lucy pulled for the night as a companion. It's not the first time one of them has picked a lover to share a few hours with and it probably won't be the last, but it irks Jasper nonetheless.
Not because of Lucy, or that, just -
It makes the men even more obnoxious, especially when well-fed on top of it. Jasper would prefer them hungry now. At least their hunger distracts them from this. This is just -
His gaze drifts to the group behind him, where the others play a game of cards. The whispers from the corner make his jaw clench. The way they talk about the three woman.
- Obnoxious.
His gaze drifts off back to the house as Liam, the youngest of them, breaks off from the group and comes to join him. He braces himself. The boy is barely sixteen - he wishes Maria hadn't turned him. He can't control his feelings like some of the older newborns. He's more zealous when hunting, more anxious when hungry, and -
"Do they do that often?" he asks in a hushed whispers. "Take lovers?"
- Hornier, than the rest, on nights like these.
"Sometimes," Jasper grounds out, his jaw clenching tighter.
"Maria too?"
Jasper fights the urge to growl. “Stop talking and get back with the others,” he snaps instead, jerking his chin toward the group.
One of the older newborns looks up at the disturbance - Campbell, already grayed around the hairline - and he beckons the teenager back over to them. "C’mon, kid," his voice gruff as he meets Jasper's red-eyed gaze, all-knowing like he's the one with Jasper's powers, before he focuses on the kid again. "You ever play? We'll deal you in this time."
Jasper nods his thanks as Liam scurries back to the group and he looks to the house once more, back to the candle-lit window.
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Her own need and desperate desire to get off intermingling with it all.
“Muévete conmigo,” she mutters, her hand moving to graze his chin, to bring his attention to her words.
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When she rolls her hips again, he meets her with a thrust. His hands are steady enough on her hips, though his fingers twitch nervously against her, his gaze glued to where they’re joined.
He’s afraid of just - losing it. He gulps in a steadying breathe and meets another roll of her hips, and another.
His movements become more sure with each, with each spike of fire he feels from her as they meet each other again and again.
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Her teeth nip at his throat, her hand coming to rest at the base of it as she grinds herself against him, her legs trembling.
Maria is surprised at how close she is already—her body overwhelmed by the feelings pouring out of him, brought to the edge by them. By the stretch and burn of him inside her, the excitement of having him laid out under her.
Her mouth claims his again, a biting, desperate clash.
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He pulls away with a soft curse to refocus his attention on their coupling and not the dull ache of an almost-bite.
He starts thrusting upward faster, guiding her hips against his now, feeling bolder with each moment and he tries to find the fire inside her once more, to stroke it again and again.
He’s too close - too soon -
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Maria pushes up against his chest, her hands moving to hold against his legs, to roll her hips deeper, slower.
“Mas lento,” she urges, letting her head fall back as he drags inside of her. “Tome su tiempo, mi amante.”
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His grip on her hips lessens as he allows her to take the lead again. Not that she was ever without the lead on this.
He just - swallows hard, keeping his eyes on her as he slides his hands up her body to palm at her breasts again.
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One hand leaves his leg, coming to push into her long hair, holding it out of her face as she rides him, hips moving, her thighs trembling.
“Almost—“ she mutters, to herself, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
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Then lower still, to where they’re joined.
Almost, and he can feel his own tenuous hold slipping again. He’s trying desperately to wait and yet -
“Shit. Fuck. Shit,” he gasps out, grabbing her hips as he snaps his to hers, grinding up into her desperately.
Letting go, his desire and want and need flooding the room, into her, bleeding over to the room next door, and the whole house.
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Her hand bats his away, using her fingers to bring herself over the edge--almost, almost--her thighs quaking and she curls in over him, gasping as she works herself, fingers moving faster, faster, pressing harder and then--
Fucking finally.
She breaks over him, collapsing against Jasper's chest, her mouth open and gasping for air against his shoulder, her teeth scraping against his skin--it doesn't break the skin, but it's pretty damn close.
"Maldito infierno," Maria mutters, rolling off of him, her brow furrowing as Lucy's moans come back into her world, and that goddamn headboard against the wall. "We'll need to pull back that power, mi amante."
She's still breathing heavily, looking a little shaken at the whole experience.
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Except, is he?
He is, perhaps, for not holding off long enough and that she had to finish after him, but he feels fucking great.
He runs his fingers through his curls, panting alongside her. He’s breathless, can’t quite catch his breath, even though he doesn’t need it, and he’s trying not to grin like an idiot.
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She rolls onto her side, watching him catch his breath, tapping his chest with one finger. "Don't get comfortable," she warns. "You still have things to learn."
That wasn't her first choice of words--she was going to tell him to leave soon. But there's more she wants from him (part of it being a distraction from the never ending fuckfest Lucy seems to be competing in next door), and she can't deny that she did enjoy that, however aborted it was toward the end.
And she can't truly blame him for that. She knew it would end up that way--he's inexperienced. It's her job to make him experienced. And therefore: there are things she's going to teach him.
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He reaches out, but waits for permission before touching her.
“Enséñame lo que necesito saber.”
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“Well,” she draws the word out. “How about you pon tu cara entre mis piernas, hmm?”
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“ - Okay.”
He eagerly rolls her over with a laugh, the bed squeaking beneath them as he scoots his way down to settle between her legs. His hands slide down her parted legs as he stares at her, wetting his lips.
“Just - ?”
He doesn’t wait for a response to lean down and press his lips to her stomach, then lower still.
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Her instructions are soft, quiet commands. Telling him how to use his tongue, fingers; a quick rundown of what to do.
Then Maria curls her hand under his chin, making him look at her. “Show me this quick study, Jasper.”
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“ - Shit.”
He wants to do all those things to her, and more. His mind racing.
“Yes, ma’am,” he murmurs back when she makes him look at her. He turns into her hand, brushing his lips against her palm.
“ Deja que me haga cargo de ti.”
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“Go on,” she urges, her hips twitching upward toward him. She can hear Lucy and her plaything reaching a crescendo again—she wants that. She wants to come loud enough it makes Lucy think twice about taking the room next to hers again.
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Lucy’s louder now, reaching her breaking point, cursing and he wonders if he can get Maria to sound like that. Finds himself just as determined to make her that loud.
Not that he shares this thought with her. Just as she doesn’t share hers.
He slides his fingers between her legs and he strokes at her softly, teasingly, as he kisses at her hips. And then he’s parting her with his fingers, ducking his head to get his first taste.
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A sharp inhale when he tastes her.
Maria plants her foot against his shoulder, toes curling to keep herself steady. She feels ridiculous, already so worked up for this—acting like an overeager school girl during her first tumble.
She doesn’t even remember her first time, not as a human. She can remember every time with her mate, though she wishes she couldn’t.
Blinking rapidly, Maria grounds herself in the here and the now, not letting thoughts of him ruin her enjoyment of the young vampire between her legs, with his mouth against her.
“Yes,” she breathes, angling her hips up a little to guide him, her hand leaving his hair to squeeze at her breast as she nods. “Like that, good.”
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He moves slowly, purposefully. A slow drag of his tongue, a flick here, a gentle suck there. Over and over, again and again, using her feelings to guide him more than any sounds he draws from her.
Not that he doesn’t want to hear her. He does. He wants her loud, drowning out Lucy. Maybe loud enough so that the other vampires in the barn even know what he’s doing to her, if they hadn’t guessed already.
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But. Right now?
She grows louder, her fingers twisting in his curls, her hips rising to meet his mouth, back arching as he uses her desire to map out what she wants, how she wants it.
“Shit—fuck, Jasper,” Maria whines above him, gasping.
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He likes that. His name on her lips, said with abandon. She’s never so free with herself.
He continues to work her with his mouth and tongue, getting more bold by the minute, striving to hear her so unrestrained again.
And when he uses his powers this time, he manages to focus only on her, on the pleasure coursing through her. Easier this time, with his face buried between her legs, her scent surrounding him, the taste of her on his tongue. His entire world is her, in the moment.
He pulls at the threads of her desire, stretches the strings of it taut like a line before releasing it back to her.
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Fuck, he’s good. He’s so good at this—a quick learner indeed.
Then, when he fiddles with her desire, her need, her breath catches in her throat and it happens so suddenly—her whole body stiffening as she comes, back arched, thighs tightening around his head, shaking, trembling; a desperate cry leaving her lips before she grinds her teeth together to hold it back.
It only succeeds in making the sound muffled, slightly. Her jaw creaks with the force of her teeth. Frantically, as soon as she can, her hand slides from Jasper’s hair and curls around his shoulder.
“Ven aquí, joder, ven aquí. Besame,” Maria gasps out, dragging him up her body.
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Jasper scrambles forward, kissing her hungrily, overwhelmed. He presses against her with a gasp, still feeling the tremble of her as he rubs against her.
He doesn’t care that he seems overeager. He is. He just wants her again, already.
“Fuck,” he mutters again, biting at her lips. “Can I - ?”
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Her breathing hadn’t evened yet, and already it quickens again. He slips inside of her easier this time but the burn and stretch still makes her knees feel wobbly.
Pushing one hand through her hair, the other comes to rest at his throat again, a distant reminder of who is in charge. No matter if he just gave her an excellent orgasm.
Her hips rock forward and she groans, overwhelmed, oversensitive, but determined.
Leaning forward, she bites at his bottom lip, his chin, sharp but not enough to break skin—not yet.
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