No emotions involved //JANTHONY//

The anniversary pt 3

No Emotion Involved
Anthony's pov

I pulled Jasmine into our hotel room, but she was still fretting. "Anthony , you shouldn't have! This must have cost a ton!"

"And it's all worth it, because it's for you," I told her, dumping our bags on the bed.

"Where does my mom think I am? And your mom?"

"Your mom thinks you're sleeping over at Renée , and my mom thinks I'm sleeping over with some kid from school - Renée in on it, and everything, so she'll cover for you. And as for the price, I can think of many, many ways you can pay me back..." She smacked my arm, but seemed calmer when she saw that I'd sorted it all out. She gave me a small smile, "I will pay you back - later. I'm starving."

"Let's order room service?" I asked her, picking up a small booklet on the dresser next to the phone. It had a list of numbers, and one was for room service. I picked up, dialed the number, and ordered. Jasmine came over to stand behind me while I was on the phone. She wrapped her hands around my waist and started to kiss my neck. I moaned loudly. It wasn't much, but I was so worked up by now. "If you do that while I'm on the phone, I'm gonna have trouble talking."

"Good," She muttered, tracing my collarbone with her teeth, "I'm not that hungry anymore." I dropped the phone. Worked for me. I turned around, pressing my lips to hers frantically. I needed her so badly, and yet I wanted to win the bet as well. She started unbuttoning my shirt, and I brought my hands to her jeans, and practically tore them off. I was beyond glad that this time she was getting undressed for my eyes only. When both my top and her jeans were on the floor, I focused on her tee shirt, yanking it off of her. Her lips never left mine. I could hear her gasping for air every time she pulled away from me for a few seconds for air, then her eager moans as I'd finally fully undressed her.

She practically melted into my arms as I palmed her breasts through her bra. I struggled with the clasp, then finally managed to unclasp it, pulling it off her as I explored her mouth with my tongue. "Wait," She suddenly gasped. "What?" I breathed, breathless. "Take off your pants," She smirked. I nodded, then undid my belt, then button, then zipper. It must have only taken about thirty seconds, but it felt like an eternity. "Better," She sighed, bringing her lips to mine again. "You remember the bet, right?" She muttered, nibbling at my lip. "Yeah, the one I'm gonna win?"

"That remind me," She said, bringing my hands to her breasts. I pinched at her nipples, and she lost her train of thought for a while, but then continued speaking, "If I win, what do I get?"

"Whatever you like," I muttered, moving my lips to her breasts, and licking her nipples gently, trying to give her some relief after all the pinching and pulling. She gasped, and moved her hands down to my head to hold me there. "How about," -gasp- "Sex? Whenever the winner wants?"

"Hmm," I murmured, and the vibrations coming from my mouth and around her nipple made her practically collaspe into my arms. "Okay," I sighed, pulling at her underwear. I looked down at her thong - the black one she was wearing earlier - and took a deep breath to calm myself. "The winner gets sex... whenever he or she wants," I finished, her underwear falling to her ankles. I snaked my hand over to in between her legs, and she shut them quickly. "What are you doing?" I asked, smirking. She looked kind of embarrassed. "I'm .. I'm really close, Ant , and if you touch me there, I'm going to lose."

"Well, the same goes for me... But we have to have a winner." She suddenly smiled, then ran one finger along my erection through my boxers. I moaned loudly, and she gestured for me to sit on the bed. I practically fell on to the bed, and she straddled my legs, then pulled my boxers off, leaving them around my ankles. I stiffened slightly. She had me trapped. But I couldn't find it in me to move away - sure, I wanted to win the bet, but I don't think I've ever wanted an orgasm so badly either. She stroked me once, twice, and I closed my eyes, letting the sensations overwhelm me. If I watched her, I would come much sooner. I suddenly felt her breath around the head of my dick, and my eyes shot open. She smiled at me before taking the head into her mouth, first licking at me, then sucking fiercely. I groaned loudly as she took more of me into her mouth, unable to stop myself from taking her head in my hands and moving myself in and out of her mouth. It felt amazing. Beyond amazing. It was indescribable. I could feel myself getting closer, and as much as I wanted to give up, and let the pleasure overwhelm me, I was amazed that I found the strength to removed my hands from her hair, where they were tangled before, and move her head sharply away. "I was about to come," I gasped, breathing hard.

"That's kind of the point, Anthony ." She muttered, arms folded.

"You're not winning that easily, I muttered, trying to calm myself down a little. She shrugged, and smiled to herself, and didn't seem to be paying any attention to me... I suddenly grabbed her and pinned her down on the bed, her hands over her head. "Shit!" She screamed, unexpecting what I did. I smiled, and made sure she couldn't move her hands from where I had them, and moved my hand down to her center... soaking wet. I knew it. "Anthony , noo..." She moaned, wriggling weakly away from my hand. Ha, if she thought I was going to stop , she could think again. I was suddenly angry as a thought popped into my head.

Daveed had touched her here.

My eyes narrowed. "Daveed touched you here too, did he?" I asked, stroking along her slit, but not penetrating her, and avoiding her clit. She gaped at me, "Well, y-yeah, but-"

"But nothing. Did you enjoy it?" I growled, tapping my finger on her clit. She spoke in between moans - "I .. Um.. No, of course not."

"Are you sure? Yo is he better than me?" I started to rub at her clit with my finger, keeping eye contact with her.

"N - no! Of course not!"

"So why could I hear you moaning? Wait a second - did you come?"

"No, no, I didn't. Anthony listen - I didn't do a - anything with Daveed.We pretended, just to get you jealous. It was a prank..."

I was shocked, but still angry. A prank? Did she know how upset I'd been? Oh, she would regret this. I rubbed my thumb on her clit, making sure to do it as fast and as hard as I could. With my index and middle finger, I penetrated her easily, and she screamed, her eyes shut tight. I pumped my fingers in and out of her as fast as I could, and she suddenly stopped moving. I stopped my movements, and looked at her. I moved my hand completely. After about five seconds, she suddenly sat up, tackling me to the bed so I was on my back. "You tricked me!" I yelled as she straddled me. "It worked, didn't it? And I can't believe you, Anthony . Me and Daveed? Honestly?"

"But-"

"Don't ask questions, we'll talk later. Now is just about us." Before I could say anything else, she impaled herself on me, and arched her back, moaning loudly. I was in an insane amount of pleasure. I never wanted it to end. We were both so close already from the excessive foreplay. "Gosh I've missed this," She gasped, as she raised herself off of me and brought herself back down again. "Me too," I moaned, grabbing onto her hips an helping her move faster. I met her thrusts with my hips, reaching up to fondle her breasts. She groaned from deep inside of her, and threw her head back in pleasure. "Anthony ..." She moaned, thrusting onto me faster. "Come for me, Anthony ," I was going to come - I could feel it. That last sentence finished me. A coil that seemed to be wound up so tight in my stomach released, and I came. Hard. I groaned loudly. "Jasmine ... Oh fuck, Jas, I'm coming. Spurts of hot come shot into her, and the sensation of it made her come too. I felt her walls contract around me, milking the cum out of me. There was no sound after we'd both had our orgasms. She pulled herself off me, and we both moaned at the contact.

She looked me dead in the eye, lying down beside me. "I win," She whispered.