Well Indeed

Jessica looked at Jasper, his cock twitching proudly between his legs as he held his arms open. It would be so easy for her to cross the small distance between them and take him up on his offer.

Yet the feeling of Luuk beside her, his cock still hard and his hand gently cupping her ass, made it strangely hard to make the move. Somehow, it felt wrong to simply jump into the arms of another man.

Because he seemed REALLY torn up about fucking Mila, she thought to herself. Besides, it’s not like you're dating.

She had to agree with that point, as much as she was enjoying her time with Luuk, it was never going to be more than a fling. After all, she hadn't come here looking to snag a boyfriend, she was at the party for one thing and one thing alone...fun. And now the fun she had come here for was right in front of her with his cock twitching in the wind. She had had her fun with Luuk, maybe now it was time to have some fun with Jasper too.

Convinced by her own reasoning, she pulled herself away from Luuk's side and crawled across the bed towards Jasper. She could feel the surprise of the two men as she began to move. All of a sudden she felt as if she was caught between two lightning rods. A strange tension writhed through the air, the tiny distance between the two men seeming to turn into an endless stretch of bed.

When she finally reached Jasper, she felt his hand wrap gently around her waist, pulling her tight to his body. The contact sending a shock up her spine, as if the imagined charge in the air had grounded itself in her spine.

She could feel the thump of his heart, reverberating through his chest and into her own. It put images in her mind of heavy hammers falling with an endless rhythm, and for the first time she was truly struck by how unlike each other these two men were.

True, they were both handsome and each had the kind of charm that could tempt most women into bed. However, beyond that, they really did come off as very different men. Somehow she could only really think of them in terms of romance novel cliches. Luuk filling the role of the smooth, caring lover, who would sweep a lady off her feet and whisk her away to a world of pure romance. Jasper on the other hand, well he was clearly the rugged stranger, the kind of man to tear bodices and make love in the grass, he was something primal.

And nothing could be more primal than the feeling of his hands upon her. His right hand sliding down her back, to first cup, then grip her buttocks. His other sliding up to trace the outline of her breast as his eyes burned into her.

Yet even as she felt his right hand begin to move ever so slowly towards her sex, she found herself unable to focus on anything beyond the feeling of his body against hers.

That and the feeling of Luuk’s eyes burning into her back. Perhaps it was just her imagination, perhaps not, but she couldn’t bring herself to turn around and verify either way. She didn't know which realization would be worse, him watching her, or finding out that he wasn't.

Either way, her train of thought was derailed for a moment as she felt Jasper's fingers trace across the sensitive folds of her sex. Her breath catching in her throat as she looked up into his eyes. That same damn smile cracking his lips as he asked her.

“Ready?”