"So Nice to Meet You"
Disclaimer: I definitely don't own Twilight or the characters. You'd know if I did because the books would for sure have to be sold with brown paper covers!
Summary: Two strangers meet at a club. The whole night is a desperate struggle for control, over themselves and each other, until they finally give in to their desires. SexyBella, SexierEdward. Human. One Shot. LEMONS! Yum!
We slam the miniature glasses down onto the sticky bar table in front of us, reveling in the simultaneous thump. My cheeks and chest flush with the sweet burn and I can see his eyes follow the heat; they glow like the bright tip of the cigarette he's just lit, offering it to me. I don't usually smoke, but he makes me want things I know are bad for me. I inhale deeply and the smooth smoke dances in my chest, which beats with the rhythm of the music that surrounds us.
It is the kind of beat that your body feels rather than hears, the bass pulsing through you and the words tickling across your most sensitive skin. Combined with the liquor and the shape his lips make as he takes a long, sensual drag of the cigarette, my body is aflame. I'm desperate to get closer to him; the light brush our fingers make between drags teases my senses while the point where our knees touch with subtle pressure has become the center of my universe.
He puts out the cigarette on the tray between us, his eyes never leaving mine, and I can feel the harnessed energy behind his deliberate actions. He holds out his hand without a word, and in the dim red light of the club, heavy with a curtain of smoke, I could almost imagine it's an invitation for something else…
Yet he just leads us onto the dance floor, weaving us into the grinding, glistening bodies. It is not until we reach the center of the throbbing mass, the belly of the frenzied beast that he finally faces me. He pulls me close into his heated gaze, his free hand wrapping low across my back, his thumb rubbing softly against the silken fabric of my dress. I look up into his eyes and the breath inside me freezes–interesting, since the blood inside me boils, boils with the sin I see in their depths.
I move my hand up, resting it on his hard chest, and I can feel his heart hammering against my palm. I wonder, fleetingly, if this isn't the only evidence of his excitement. The song changes and I begin to move to its rhythm, closing the infinitesimal gap between us. He reacts just as I hope, pulling me tighter, rougher, and my body thrums with excitement. The center of my universe is no longer at our touching knees, but slightly higher. His knowing smirk tells me that he suspect as much, and when I touch my hips to his and feel the hardness, I can't help but reveal a satisfied smile in return.
We move as one sinuous, sinful creature to the hot, insistent music coaxing our actions. We share no words; we don't have to. They mean nothing compared to the breath that passes between our open, gasping lips. They're so close that I'm not sure if I'm imagining his mouth move closer to my own until he lightly passes over my open mouth–a teasing whisper.
I can stand no more and he sees the need in my desperate gaze, closing his mouth on mine with sudden, unbridled force. He feels hot and soft and sultry and tastes of sweet rum, smoke, and passion.
My hands immediately move north, shoving themselves into his messy bronze locks. His arms wrap deliciously tighter around me, one hand resting on the back of my slick neck, and the other sitting dangerously close, not close enough, on the flare of my lower back.
We've stopped moving to the beat of the music, though I hardly care, and instead writhe our hips to our own siren song. People dance around us and yet I feel as though no one else exists in the room but us. It's this dangerous thought that gives me the power to grind my hips slowly and tightly into his hardness. He groans low and throaty in my ear and all I want to do is grind further into his depths, never leaving until we are both sated in every possible way.
The sharp cut of his belt buckle against the thinly covered softness of my abdomen shocks me into consciousness and I break away from his embrace with a wrenching gasp. My eyes sweep up to meet his heavily lidded ones, the green so dark with lust they're as dark as the current running through my body. As I blink slowly, trying to gain an awareness other than that of his hard body against my own, his hand slides lower down my back, cutting too quickly across the bare expanse of skin exposed by my backless dress, before suddenly grabbing my ass through the material of my skirt.
His rough palm is a clear indication, an invitation, of things to come and I quiver with a mix of anticipation and a dark shot of fear. The forceful hold he has on my body, on my mind, is thrilling yet intimidating. But nothing could stop me from returning the sexy smile he set on his lips.
He understands my acceptance and begins moving through the club, throwing too much money on our table and grabbing our coats. We hustle from the sweltering heat into the blissful cold air and I see his muscles tense in the breeze, tightening under his black shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbow. Yum.
He slips my jacket over my shoulders but I'm not warm again until he pulls me close for another searing kiss. The frictions his palms make on my goosebumped arms isn't the friction I crave, but I smile because I know I'll soon receive what I desire.
A cab pulls up and he wrenches open the door, sliding in and pulling me inside and directly onto his lap. I kiss his corded neck and he is barely able to gasp out his address to the driver before I bite down hard at the place his shoulder begins. I realize that we've barely spoken since he sat down at my table and introduced himself, words coming second to the all-telling looks we shared in the last few hours. All the same, the sound his voice makes, rough and deep and hungry, stokes my fire even higher.
The ride passes in a euphoric blur. All I can feel are hot lips traveling from my mouth down to the low neck of my dress and back up again. His hands make me squirm teasingly on his lap and he grunt, pushing up hard against my heat, separated from its prize by a few scraps of fabric.
I'm practically insane with need when we finally pull up in front of his building. Throwing a wad of cash at the driver, he hauls me out of the cab and into the almost empty lobby. The doorman knowingly presses the elevator button, but can't stop the elderly couple before they call out to hold the doors. He drops his hands from me and slams against the back wall of the elevator in frustration. I lean back next to him, tugging down the tight Lycra dress that Alice forced me to wear, promising I'd reap the benefits. That girl knows her stuff, I think, as the couple steps into the elevator with us.
As the doors close and the numbers ascend to the lit 16th and 18th floors, I'm surprised to feel his hand slip from beside mine to behind me, brushing the hem of my dress where it rests high on my thighs. I desperately hold my gasp as his long fingers dip up into my dress, seeking my center. I clench my thighs in fear of being discovered, though the only evidence I can see of his actions is his dirty smirk reflected in the mirrored doors. His fingers push insistently at my thighs and I am a tingly mix of fear and lust as they reach the scrap of lace that hides me from the world. I'm wet with need and I see his lips part in satisfaction when he discovers as much. I'm not sure how he's staying so calm as he slips two fingers beneath my thong, tracing along the seam of my lips. My breath stops harshly as he slowly pushes through and moves slowly into me, his fingers immediately seared by my wet heat.
I vaguely hear a ding and see him smile politely at the couple as they exit–Did they realize what was happening? Did I care?–but his face immediately darkens as the doors close. I try to turn in his arms, but his hand tightens inside me, forcefully keeping me forward, watching our reflection. I can't see his hand beneath my dress but my face gives it all away: my brown eyes are dark and stormy, my hair wild, sticking to my sweaty neck. My chest heaves with unbridled lust and then freezes as he roughly plunge his fingers in deep before pulling them out quickly as the doors open to his floor. Wha-? I can barely move and he's already walking calmly to his door, licking my juices methodically off the demon digits. I stumble behind him as he slowly, tortuously, turns the key in the lock. Click.
I open the door to my apartment, and hold it open for her on the other side of the threshold. I raise a cocky brow when she hesitates in the doorway, too fuzzy with lust and frustration to will her legs to move. She sees my expression and her eyes clear before her own face darkens with anger. God, that's hot. She whips through the doorway and slams the door behind her, looking up at me the entire time. I back up, slowing moving toward the couch behind me while watching her stalk purposely toward me. I suddenly feel like the prey, and not the predator I've been playing all night, since the moment I saw her sitting at the table in the darkest corner of the bar, her friends having long abandoned her for a few free drinks and some baffoons on the dance floor. Fools, I think with derision, can't they see what I do? Oh well. Lucky for me the rest of the world is to blind to appreciate her perfection.
I shake my head out of my musings when I realize that I have reached the back of the couch and I pause, unsure of what she wants me to do. I can tell she's still steaming from my actions in the elevator, but I couldn't help myself. She looked so beautiful in the reflection, just asking me to torture her with pleasure. I smile at the memory of how hot and wet she was as I plunged my fingers into her, and then I groan quietly when I remember how good she tasted. I'll need to spend more time discovering that specific pleasure in the very near future, I think excitedly.
Her head cocks when she hears my groan and it prompts her into action. She pushes me lightly back to rest on the back of the couch. It's just high enough that I lean against it, almost sitting on the edge. My cock is so hard I think it might break through my slacks in an effort to get to the seductress in front of me. I wait for a few moments while she studies me, and I can feel my entire body buzzing with anticipation. I'm so consumed with suspense that I jump when I hear her speak; I hadn't heard her voice in so long that it was the last thing I expected, especially with as dark and sinister as it sounded at the moment.
"You, sir, are a tease," she began lowly, and I smiled at the direction this conversation was going. "But as much as I want you to finish what you started in that elevator, I want you to know how it feels. How it feels to be on the receiving end." Her evil smirk chills me and I can feel my Adam's apple bob with lust and fear. I've awakened a monster, I think in wonder, but something tells me I wont regret it.
I open my mouth to speak, to try and regain control of the situation, but she leans forward from her close position in front of me and bites my neck before I can start. This both silences me and arouses me quicker and more thoroughly than I could have imagined. My hips thrust instinctively, barely brushing her stomach, before she backs away, evading my touch.
"Do not speak," she commands, and I snap my mouth shut. "It's my turn to be in control." I'm not sure how the tables turned so fast, but I'm not sure I care in the least. I lean back further onto the edge of the couch, settling in for whatever she has hidden up her sleeve.
She speaks sharply, fueling my need. "Take off your shirt." I immediately comply, starting at the top button and moving down the length of the garment. She thrusts her hands inside, brushing my bare chest, whispering across my nipples, before guiding the shirt off my shoulders and letting it fall down behind me.
"Now," she says, slowly, "I want you to close your eyes." Oh God, help me, I plead; I already feel like I could come just from her commands. She hasn't even touched you, you freak. Get it together. I close my eyes wait, trying to anticipate her intentions, yet jumping when she bushes her fingers against my abs. She's moving her hands unpredictably around my torso and it's all I can do to keep up. Fingers across my tight stomach, nails lightly circling my nipples, whole palms smoothing down my sides, before she teasingly scrapes toward the center, guiding a nail lightly across the top of my pants. My lips part and I expel a tortured groan, hoping it will urge her to where I really need her.
It works and she slowly works on my belt, sliding it out of the loops and dropping it to the ground. She unbuttons my pants and guides down the zipper, before she leans into my chest and whispers in my ear.
"Open your eyes."
I do, and almost have to shut them again in painful euphoria as I see her drop to her knees, taking my pants and boxers with her on the way down. I grapple with the back of the couch, my hands struggling to find purchase on anything but where I really want to put them: on the back of her head, guiding her mouth to my protruding erection.
I look down at her and she's staring up at me with a heavy, seductive gaze in her brown eyes. She holds my gaze as she slowly trails her hands up my thighs and lightly grasps my cock, where it jerks in her hands. She smirks slightly before she leans forward and slips her tongue out, licking the tip, beaded with precum, before retreating back quickly. I groan and thrust mindlessly forward, toward her warm mouth, but she releases my cock and grabs my ass with both hands in warning.
"You are mine to play with. Stay still…and watch me." She finishes her threat with a squeeze to my ass, and then moves them forward again to grasp my cock, harder this time.
I struggle to keep my eyes open when she finally takes me into her hot, wet mouth, moving fully onto my length before slowly dragging up, sucking hard. Oh my God, I pray mindlessly, this is going to be good. Please God, more.
She continues, grasping my length with both hands and twisting them in opposite directions while simultaneously sucking insistently on the head, lightly flicking the tip with her tongue at unpredictable intervals. I groan, "Fuckkkk", and she doubles her effort, engulfing me in her mouth as deep as she can, moving one hand back to my ass and the other down to my balls. I'm awash with sensation and can barely control my hips. She senses this and she looks up at me with wide, almost innocent eyes, before she uses the hand on my ass to push me into her, an invitation to thrust into her mouth.
God, yes. Yes.
I begin moving my hips to her rhythm, pushing into her silken mouth while her hand controls my tempo. Between the forceful sucking, her rotating tongue, and her other hand rolling my balls, I'm on the edge in seconds. I know she can tell because my thrusts get wild and my moans get louder. "Fuck! Uggh, yes. Baby, ple–"
I stop abruptly when she wrenches away from me, sitting back on her heels. I probably look like a fish, gaping down at her, my cock glistening wet, the head a deep, aching purple. Her lips turn up into a delicious smirk, and I realize this is her torture, her punishment for my stunt in the elevator. Dropping my head back I groan, debating with myself. How do I fix this? How do I get that hot mouth back to work?
Her voice wakes me out of my musings. "Do you feel bad about what you did earlier?" she asks me in an almost innocent voice. "Do you think what you did to me was wrong, teasing me in front of people, plunging your long, thick fingers inside of my hot, wet pussy and then stopping right as I wanted you to finish?" My eyes widen in shock. Innocent, my ass.
"Well…do you?" she prods. "It's alright, baby, you can tell me," she purrs deliciously. "It's ok to admit your mistakes. Good boys always get rewarded."
I can't take any more of her deceivingly innocent yet arousing talk, especially with her still on her knees so close to my still hard, weeping cock. My hand moves from the couch to rest on her head, smoothing over her silky chestnut strands. "Yes," I admit in a rough, tortured voice. "I shouldn't have done that. I just couldn't help it. You looked so hot, so sexy. I had to have you, right then, strangers be damned. I'm sorry." I look down at her with pleading eyes, hoping she'd accept my apology, as much as I didn't mean it. She tasted too damn good and looked too damn hot all riled up. Totally worth it.
She smiles below me and my heart skips a beat, whether in excitement or because she is too beautiful for words, I don't know. She leans forward and breathes hot air onto my length, before dragging her tongue from the base to the tip. "You're lying to me," she drawls lowly, and my heart jumps, this time in fear. "But I want your cock inside me so I'll forgive you for being bad…just this once."
And with that I drop to my knees and pull her in for a hungry kiss, smashing my mouth to hers and rubbing my angry cock into the silky fabric covering her heat. I push her back onto the hard wood and lay over her, toeing off my shoes and socks, as well as the pants and underwear that were left abandoned around my ankles as soon as her hot mouth met my length. She slants her lips against mine and winds her tongue in my mouth, simulating the actions we both crave from our bodies.
I yank at the bottom of her dress, and she raises her hips so that I can pull the clinging fabric up, across her perfect ass, revealing a sinful, unbearably sexy black lace thong. She sits up slightly and rips the dress off her own body, laying back and panting with uneven, heavy breaths. My eyes are drawn to her bare chest, heaving with uncontrolled lust and anticipation and I see the perfect nipples harden under my gaze. Mine. All mine.
I lunge for them and she arches up, hands holding my head to her breast as I suck one roughly into my mouth, the other pinching and circling the neglected one. She moans out loud, "Ahhhhhh, fuck. Please. Yes, please."
Oh, so she likes it rough, I see, I think excitedly. I'll give her what she wants.
"Do you want me to finish what I started in there, baby? Do you want me to pound into your tight, wet cunt until you scream and beg for more?" I ask in a low, teasing voice in her ear, trying to get a reaction out of the devil in front of me.
She moans long and loud, tightening her hands on my back and thrusting her hips up to meet mine, finding resistance in the frustrating scrap of lace keeping us apart.
"Just say you want it, little girl, and I'll give it to you." I continue evilly, "We'll finish what we started in the club, when I almost took you over our table and then again on the dance floor in front of all those people. We'll finish what we started in the cab, where I wanted to rip off your panties and plunge into you right there in the back seat."
"Gahhhhhhh, oh my God!" she pants out in response to my words and my hardness rubbing against her covered center. "Yessss… yes please."
"What? You have to tell me what you want, baby. Do you want me to finish what we started in the elevator when I had my fingers shoved up your ready pussy in front of those people, when you were ready to let me continue, whatever the repercussions? Or do you want to finish what you started when you had you hot, dirty mouth sucking on my hard cock, your hands tugging on my balls and forcing my dick into your mouth?"
That was too much for her and she writhed under me, sobbing with need. "Say it," I demanded, relishing in the control I had regained. "Say you want me." Say you want me as much as I want you. As much as I've wanted you since we shared our first shots and cigarette sitting close in the shadows of the club.
"YES!!! Yes, please, God, I want you. Please! Fuck me…" She whispered the last part into my ear, whether in desperation or in seduction I'm not sure, and I sure as hell didn't care. She unleashed the monster residing inside of me, the one that had been straining against its bonds all night, snarling and snapping, eager for a taste of the sweet morsel beneath me.
I thrust once against her before pulling back and ripping off her drenched thong, leaving her heels on in my haste. Fuck, she's hot. She lay panting on my floor, pale body prostrate before me, naked and shimmering with sweat and lust. Her hair was wild around her and her eyes glowed in the city lights that showed dimly through the open window beside us. Her hips writhed against an invisible lover, unable to stop themselves though I was holding myself away from her body to continue my examination. My eyes continued past her pussy, covered with only a light dusting of hair, so fucking sexy, and moved down her spread and shaking legs, bent as if to cradle me when I returned. Her dainty feet rested on the floor beside my hips, ensconced in fuckhot black heels, set on a tasteful but sexy as hell platform, the toe cut out to show just the hint of her baby-pink toenail polish. I groaned internally at the juxtaposition. Fucking sex incarnate wearing little girl nail polish. Fuck me.
Her insistent whine and thrusting hips reminded me of my goal and I lowered myself to her body, resting my hips in her hot apex, which felt to me both like the gates to heaven and hell. She reached up and kissed me then, her hands wrapping under my arms and holding onto my shoulders, bracing herself. I lined myself up with her searing heat and rubbed the tip of my cock along her pussy, slipping across the wetness but not yet plunging into her depths. She mewled low in my ear, and then her breath hitched as the tip rubbed teasingly across her clit, slick with her juices.
I wasn't even inside her and we were both groaning in rapture, undulating our hips together, coating my cock with her juices and stimulating her pleasure with just tiny circles over her center. Just when I thought it would be too much, that I would finish before we even really started, she gasped into my ear the sweetest word I'd ever heard.
"NOW!!!"
I reared back and plunged my length deep inside her in one forceful thrust. She keened with pleasure at the same time I shouted a hoarse "Fuck!"
Her legs locked around my hips and her hard heels pressed enticingly against my lower back, reminding me of our immediate need. I pulled back and pushed forward again, gritting my teeth at the pure, unrivaled pleasure I felt and hoping I could control myself long enough to please her like she deserved.
We built up a rhythm then, dancing to the percussion our panting breaths and slapping hips created in the room. Her hard nipples rubbed along my chest and her nails dug into my shoulders. We kissed passionately, mindlessly, and I threw my head back in ecstasy when I felt her drag her lips from my own to my jaw, and then down to my neck, suckingbiting insistently at the pulse there. Her animalistic gesture spurred my own and I slammed faster into her heat, before gathering her legs in my arms and leaning back a bit to look down on my length entering her sopping sex. In the dim light of the room I thought I'd never seen anything so fucking sexy, so fucking raw, as I did at that moment.
She reached her hands up from where they were clawing at the ground to rest on her body, pinching at her nipples and tugging on her hair. I was so turned on and I felt my release quickly approaching, so I growled out the only thing I knew would get her as close as I was.
"Touch yourself, baby. I want you to come with me."
She moaned high and loud under me and threw her head back in rapture. Biting her lip in an almost amusing show of innocence, she trailed her right hand down to her center, meeting at the juncture of our thrusting hips. I watched, fascinated, as she manipulated her pleasure center with expertise, rubbing in quick, frenzied circles that matched the need with which she was tugging roughly at her nipples further up. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. So fucking hot. Fuck. So close. My thoughts were beginning to spiral out of control, as were my hips, and I knew she was close too. Her head was thrashing on the ground; hair whipping wildly and eyes scrunched tight, her mouth alternating between gasping breaths and keening moans.
I gripped her hips, her legs still hanging bonelessly over my forearms, and I pounded harder than I thought possible into her juicy pussy, my eyes taking in the sight as if it were the last thing I'd ever see.
"Yes! Ohhhhhh my God, yes, fuck! Harder! Please, yes. Yes, yes, yes…" She repeated the litany until it was just a blur of her lips, until they moved as fast as the finger rubbing furiously over her clit or as frenzied as my hips as they plunged into her center. I felt my stomach tighten and my balls clench just as I saw her eyes snap open and her hips rise far off the floor, her hands smacking down onto the hard wood in supplication. "Ahhhhhhh!!!!" she screamed, at the same time that I threw my head back and growled, "Fuckkkkkkk…"
My hips thrust one last time, as deep as they could get into her center, as I exploded into her. I came so hard and long that when the fog cleared and my hips stilled she was slumped on the floor beneath me, eyes wide open and chest heaving with exertion. I slumped over her, devoid of energy, of breath, of thought, and rested my tired head on her sweaty breast. My arms dropped her legs and as I lay heaving over her, I could feel them shaking as if she had just ran a race.
We lay, connected, as our breathing calmed and our heads cleared. I was the most content that I had ever felt, and by the way she was practically purring beneath me while scratching her nails gently through my hair, I knew she had to feel the same way. But what happens now? I thought worriedly. How do I convince her to stay? That it wasn't just this once for me? I began to fret, afraid to lose the happiness that had built up in my chest since the moment I had introduced myself to her those many hours ago, the same happiness that had overflowed into euphoria just a few minutes ago. I was shaken out of my thoughts by her giggle, a sweet sound causing me to smile, as well as the way it caused me to bounce enticingly upon her breast as she shook with laughter.
"What?" I asked as I looked up into her wide, smirking face.
Her smirk turned into a full smile and she brushed back the hair from my brow in a sweet and simple gesture. She looked into my eyes and I saw my own reflected back. "I'm just glad to have met you tonight, Edward. I had a really nice time." The twinkle in her eyes when she said this, as how lovely my name sounded coming from her lips, told me all I needed to know. She felt the same way.
I smiled wide and kissed the place above her heart. Meeting her eyes, I responded honestly, "It was wonderful to meet you too, Bella."
Authors Note: That was my first fanfiction. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it (whew, and did I enjoy that!) ;) Please review and tell me if you liked it and if there is anything that would have made it better. Thanks for your time. Peace.