Friday, December 3, 2010

Lemon Drizzle

Welcome to week 13!
We welcome back Twolipps to the *cough* fold...(snickers)

Each week a picture prompt will be given. Write a drizzle (like a drabble) that is around 1000 words (or less) about the picture given.
The following week's prompt will be at the end of the current week submissions.
Submissions will post on Friday, and should be received no later than Thursday at 7pm (CST). Email it to Lemon Drizzles

Title of Drizzle: Office Play Timeffi
Your author name: Twolipps
Pairing: Jasper x Bella
 “Bella, coffee! Now!” my boss shouted through the partially open door.
Six days! And, fourteen hour days at that; I was tired of working all of the damned time. I slammed the file down on my desk, fed up with my professional career. The sound echoed across the empty office area. Of course, I was the only one he asked to come in early or stay late. Well, it was time that I did something about it.
Coffee? He wanted coffee. Well, I would give him coffee!
I stood up and marched into Jasper Whitlock’s office, slamming the door behind me. He looked up, surprised to see me standing in front of him.
“You think you can order me around all of the time? ‘Bella, I need coffee’, ‘Bella, I need the Smith file’, ‘Bella, go get my lunch’,’ Bella, take this to legal’,” I yelled at him, mimicking his voice. “Well you can take this job and shove it! I quit!”
I turned on my heel, but before I reached the door I felt his hands on my arms, pulling me close; his front to my back.
“Bella, I’m sorry,” he said softly, his mouth pressed close to my ear. “Please don’t go.”
I hesitated, my hand on the door knob.
“I need you. I can’t run this company without you.”
My stomach fluttered and twisted in knots at the way his body felt against my own.
“Please, let me make it up to you,” he whispered.
Were those his lips pressed against my neck? I took a deep breath, intent on pulling away. Was he crazy? He was my boss—my now former boss. But still, there was no way that this was ethical.
Taking me by the shoulders, he spun me around to face him, pressing me against the door. “Don’t fight it Isabella. I know that you can feel it too.”
“No, I --“
He cut my protest off with his mouth, his lips greedily devouring my own. I felt one of his hands at the back of my neck, holding me to him while the other explored my body.
“I’ve dreamt about you so many times before Isabella,” he said, his nose running along my cheek.
The way he said my name made my insides turn to goo.
“The way you look in these skirts, it sets me on fire.” He ran his free hand down and around to cup my ass. “I want to rip it off of you, and bend you over my desk as I pound into you from behind. Or maybe I would take you against the wall.”
His fingers slipped under the hem of my now soaked thong, and he ran a finger along my slit, up and down. I whimpered, and locked my legs together.
“Let me inside of you Isabella. Yes?”
“Yes,” I panted, spreading my legs.
I moaned as I felt the material of my skirt give away as he tore it, ripping the split upward.
The buttons on my blouse pinged across the floor, and I thanked God that I had chosen the front closure bra. His lips and hands were everywhere, kissing, licking and sucking my heated flesh. It had been so long since I had felt this way.
He enveloped my nipple in his mouth, sucking on it until it hardened, and then nipped at it with his teeth.
“God, yes!” I grunted, my head hitting the back of the door.
“Send out a memo; new office policy, no panties,” he ordered, ripping the offending material away. His fingers were inside of me, twisting, stroking me from the inside. I felt the pressure in my abdomen building, and I could hear the wet sucking sound of his fingers going in and out of me. “You may not cum on my fingers Ms. Swan!”
I couldn’t take it anymore. “Then fuck me with your cock Mr. Whitlock!” I screamed.
He lifted me, settling my legs across the crocks of his arms. “Gladly,” he said, and then he was inside of me filling me with his hard cock. “Do you like that Ms. Swan?”
He moved, pounding into me with my back against the door. Every time he thrust inside of me, the door shook. I hooked my legs around his waist, arching against him.
“Harder!” I screamed.
He threw his head back, laughing as he slammed into me. “I want my coffee Ms. Swan, do you hear me?”
“Yes, yes!”
He thrust three more times and I exploded around him. But, he kept going, thrusting harder and giving me orders at the same time. “I want the Volturi presentation on my desk by the end of the day Ms. Swan.”
Was it even possible to have another orgasm? Apparently so, because I felt the pressure building again. How could he keep this up without exploding himself?
“Schedule my ten o’clock conference call Ms. Swan!”
“Jasper, yes!” I screamed as my second orgasm hit.
He slammed once more into me and he erupted, spilling into me.
Sometime later we lay entwined on the floor, holding each other. “I love it when we role play like this Mr. Whitlock.”
“Not as much as I do, Mrs. Whitlock.”
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~It has to be durty. (rated M or NC-17)
~Should be beta'd. Let me know if you can't find one
~Has to have Twi-pairing(s), in any combination
~Has to incorporate the picture...(we should be able to tell easily that the photo and drizzle go together.)
~It has to be lemony.

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1 comment:

  1. Wow, that as so cute, I mean it was incr3dibly HOT!!! but cute because she was his wife. I love Jasper/Bella stories.

    Thanks for some smutty fun with my morning coffee!