Jade

Chapter 1 (jasmine)

i rolled over as i tried to get away from my best friend's, Ilianaa, grasping hands. "Come on Ilianaa, stop it." i was growing tired of her trying to make me get out of bed after i went through this terrible heartbreak. I lost my boyfriend after being with him for well over 4 years. We were first starting our relationship our sophmore year and i am now in my second year of college and i went to a party with Ilianaa and saw him kiss a 4th year and i was devestated.
"if you don't get out of this bed i will set a fire so you have to leave. Do not test me Jasmine Marie Cowell!!"
i rolled over and huffed, "FINE! but don't expect me to enjoy it."
she clapped her hands with glee and beamed at me, "i have picked out your outfit for this occasion."
i rolled to look at her standing beside my closet, "what occasion?" i asked suspiciously, narrowing my eyes.
"you will see jaz, and i promise you will thank me later."
when i seen the clothes she had picked out for me i gawked at her, i didn't wear this type of stuff if i wasn't going to the club and she knew that. i guess that was where we were going. so here i was dragging my heartbroke ass out of bed and putting on make up to match a black leather mini skirt, turqoise cropped speghetti strap tank top, a burgendy leather jacket, fishnets, and stiletto boots that were a mile high. when i came out of the bathroom she was dressed similarly, and she was absolutely radient. i glared at her and through clenched teeth said, "well let's get this over with then."
our journey there was not what i expected. she drove us in her car, but we weren't going in the direction of the club we usually go 2, we were going in the opposite direction.
"Where are we going, IL?" my question was answered shortly after that when we pulled into a parking lot. the only people for miles around seemed to be the goth type. she certainly had a sense of humor didn't she? the night after i broke up with John, i dyed my hair black with streaks of blue and purple. i was determined to be the very type of person John hated. we walked in and i immediately began looking around in awe. i follow her as she maneuvers around the dancing bodies scattering the floor towards the bar. as she orders me a straight vodka and herself a screwdriver i take an opportunity to look around and realize that there is someone in the corner staring at me with confusion and extreme contemplation. i avert my eyes so he doesn't think it is an open invitation for him to hit on me, but in the corner of my eye i see him start to make the trek to my bar stool. he sits in the seat beside me and i can see everyone watching him with disbelief.
"ey luv. your new." my skin warmed as i let the cadance of his british accent was over my skin. As soon i looked at him i realized my mistake, not only was his accent alluring, so was his looks. his dark hair was down to his shoulders and was hanging over his shoulder to cover a part of his face. his lips were full and taunting as they pulled in a slight smile. his shirt left nothing to the imagination. his shirt was so tight i could see each muscle in his abs contract with each breath he took. his ripped faded jeans and black leather jacket didn't help with my desire in the slightest. i could see the tip of a tattoo snaking over his shoulder and up to the base of his neck. everything about him was exotic and sensual.
i nodded my head, at a loss for words. He seemed to notice the look on my face because his smile turned into a grin. "well luv, if you dont get that look off your face i might have to take you in the back."
as he said the words my body heated up, and my breath quickened. Before i could stop the words from exiting my lips, i said, "oh please."
As he raised one eyebrow and smiled even bigger i realized what i said, but i wasn't about to take it back either. i was never one for taking anything i said back, and i wasn't going to now.
"is that really what you want me to do luv? Take you in the back and show you a good time you wont soon forget?"
my voice seemed to have abandoned me as i nodded my head. He held out his hand and i placed mine in it. as i stood and walked with him, i realized all of the disdainful looks i kept getting from the women. no doubt wondering why he would choose someone like me to be with. well, their guess is as good as mine, but i wasn't going to say so.
As we reached the back of the side hallway, he opened a door and we went down a darker hallway until we came to the door at the very end. when i entered it i was immediately engulfed in desire. i was really going to have sex with this stranger. and just by looking at the way he walked, i could tell he was going to be an amazing and very dominant lover. after he shut and locked the door he took off his jacket, my eyes roamed over the movements of his muscles at just that slight movement. his eyes roamed over my body and i heard him growl low in his throat as his eyes came to my breats. he walked over to me and put his hands on my ass and pulled me closer to him. i moaned as i grew wetter. his lips collided with mine in a war of hunger.
He took off my clothes like he couldn't wait to get us skin to skin. As i felt his hands roaming over my skin i felt my secret spot getting wetter and wetter. he pushed me up against the wall and pressed my wrists to the wall above my head and kissed me once again, his lips dancing with mine in their own sacred dance. I kissed him back with equal fervor and excitement. he dragged me to the bed, and pushed me back. spreading my legs he kissed a path down my inner thigh and i watched as his tongue snaked out of his lips and dragged across my cleft. my back bowed with the pleasure and what sounded like a low hiss escaped his lips as he tasted my pleasure. He delved into eating my pussy, with a fervor to rival a starving man at an all you can eat buffet. as i was writhing on the bed i thot i felt twin pricks of pain on my inner thigh, but then the next instant it was gone replaced by bliss so pure i didn't have a single thought the whole time. when he came up he spread my legs further apart and plunged his member in me so deep but i felt no pain only pleasure.  As his hips rocked against mine i couldn't help but writhe against him, he made me feel a desire so strong i didn't want him to stop ever. i wanted him to fuck me till i died. i was so into everything that was going on. my senses were in hyperdrive. his hair drifted on my face as he bent his head trailing kisses along the hollow of my throat as he thrust in and out of my secrets, and i didn't complain when i felt him bite down because i had no voice left from screaming my pleasure. even when it started to hurt and i felt woozy i still didn't complain because i wanted it to go on forever. when he finally rolled over both of our breathing was heavy and we were saturated with sweat. i looked down and my top and thigh was covered in drying blood. i looked at him and saw blood all over his mouth and chin, and i couldn't help but be perplexed at how i didn't realize he had broken the skin. i hadn't even felt it, but thinking about it now is erotic as hell.

as i rolled over to get out of bed mr. tall dark and handsome snaked his arm out and wrapped it around me rendering me immobile. your not going anywhere until the sun has set. i realized that the sun was high in the sky and looking at the alarm clock i realized it was 1 in the afternoon. good thing i didn't have to work. i shivered with pleasure as i felt his breath against my neck and his hand moving between my legs. soon he was back between my legs and i was enjoying pure bliss.