Hello! This is my first fanfic ever. So please be kind and give me some feedback!
I do not own anything Twilight. Unfortunatley.
Bella's POV
It was a warm night in the end of July, in the midst of the summer. I've always thought it to be the best time of the year. I practically lived for these summer nights. The rest of the year kind of sucked. Well, right now, everything sucked. It sucked that these few days was my last days in New York. Ah, New York, New York – my beloved city. So much fun we've had over the 17 years I've lived here. It sucked that I had to leave my life. I was going to miss all my friends, only shallow friendships, yes. But still, it's nice to have some. It sucked that my mother, if that's what you could call her, had re-married an ass-hole. It also sucked that said ass-hole was almost 10 years younger than my mother and liked to hit on me. And that was probably the reason I was being shipped away. Because my mother was jealous of me. Fuck, it wasn't my fault. I was not the one to marry the ass-hole. I was not the one hitting on my wife's daughter. Still, I was the on to get punished for everything that wasn't my fault. The official explanation of the move to my dad in Seattle, Washington, was that I needed a change of environment. My mother said she couldn't handle me anymore and that the BIG big city and everything that come with it had a bad influence on me – partying all the time, hanging around with people I shouldn't, doing things I shouldn't. HAH! Like she had cared about all that before. I hadn't exactly been "the sweet little girl" in a long time. No, I knew what the problem really was. But there wasn't anything I could do about it really, I had tried and it was pretty much a wasted try. In 2 days I was moving to my dad, for him to look after me. Though, I think he knew the truth about me moving there, but he didn't say anything because he probably agreed with my mother's excuses as well.
But like I said, that was in 2 days. For tonight I was sitting at the bar in some club. Ordering drinks, sitting there; pitying myself. The bartender interrupted my brooding, putting a drink in front of me. I looked up at him, raising an eye brow.
"From the man over there", he said, pointing to a pretty nice looking guy in his late twenties. The guy sipped at his drink and smiled at me.
I turned my attention to the bartender again.
"No thank you", I said.
He nodded and took the drink over to the guy, who was still smiling. His smile faltered and he looked kind of pissed of.
'Not my problem' I thought. I changed my position so I didn't have to look his way.
After a couple of minutes I felt someone tap me at my shoulder from behind. I sighed.
"Take a hint, would you"? I said as I turned around.
But the person who had tapped my shoulder wasn't the guy who had ordered me a drink. No, this guy wasn't kind of good-looking. He was gorgeous. Astonishing. Model-like. He was walking sex, really. Suddenly everything didn't seem to suck as much.
"I'm... sorry?" he said, confused and frowning.
"Oh, I thought it was someone else, I'm sorry."
He smiled, and God – he looked even more gorgeous doing it.
"Well, I was wondering if you would mind me sitting here?" he said, looking at the seat next to me.
"No, not at all", I smiled.
He sat down, ordered a drink. We started small talking after a little while.
"So," he said, "what do you do?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, a little confused
"Well, what do you do, you know, for a living? Modelling, maybe?" he grinned.
Okay, that one was so cheesy, but I'll let it slip because of his extreme hotness.
"Oh, um...I'm studying"
Shit! Why the hell did I say that? Now he would definitely know I'm not exactly of age.
I didn't look very young or something, but still, I was 17. Though the make-up and clothes helped me get into all the clubs I knew it would be easy to guess my real age, especially with me slipping up like that!
"Do you go to college here in NY? What's your major?"
I'm sorry, say what? He believed I was in college? Hmm, I guess I could work with that.
"Yes, I do and English literature", I blurted out, not really thinking. Though, I was planning on choosing just that for major in college.
"What a coincidence, I'm teaching high school English" he said.
What? Oh no, oh no, oh no!
"Yeah? At which school?" I asked, trying to look calm.
"You probably wouldn't know it, it's across the country"
Thank God!
We talked a little more, very little though. You could practically cut with a knife trough the air between us. It was so thick with sexual tension. We ended up at his hotel, after a little make-out session in the club, and after a some more kissing and touching in the cab, and some serious grinding in the elevator.
He kissed my lips feverishly with so much passion and lust. It had to be one of the most intense kisses I ever experienced. I couldn't help the little moan I slipped out.
He growled at that and pushed me backwards. I felt my back hit the wall and then I could feel his hands and his lips everywhere.
He pressed against me, and let the hand he had cupping my face, slide down my neck and down my arms and waist, my hips, my thighs. He grabbed my leg and hitched it around his waist. I put my arms on his shoulders and pushed myself up so I could bring up my other leg that was barley reaching the ground. As soon as I had secured myself he pressed me even harder against the wall. I could feel his arousal between my legs as he kissed, bit and left wet trails along my collarbones.
I threw my head back, moaned an bit my lip.
"God, I want you so bad" he forced out between kisses.
"Then take me" I said, staring him right in the eye.
"Oh I will, over and over. Again and again"
Edward's POV
It had been a good 3 weeks. I had been travelling around with Jasper in California, Arizona, Texas and Florida. After Florida Jasper had to get back home, he was starting a new job. I however, was free for another 2 weeks, so I decided to go to NYC for one week and then meet up with an old friend from high school, in Chicago.
Jasper was great company, but I had enjoyed NYC alone too. I had picked out a random club for the night, I sat at the bar, my eyes were wandering across the room. I was pretty tired, maybe I should just take a cab back to the... then I saw a girl, no, cross that – woman sitting on the other side of the bar. She was looking down at her drink, her long, dark her spilled out over her thin shoulders. Her skin was ivory-coloured and looked creamy. She was wearing a figure fitting red dress and you could see the curve of her glorious body.
Right then she looked up, at first I thought she had was looking at me and had caught me staring at her. But she was looking at the bartender. Now I could see her face too; her full, pink, plump lips, her glittering eyes. She was gorgeous, beautiful, hot.
She turned her head away, I looked where. There was a guy, he gave her a look and winked at her. No, no! He seriously didn't think he could get her? Did he? Could he?
I looked back at the stunning beauty, she smiled at the bartender – God! That smile! – and shook her head.
Rejection! I thought victoriously.
I stared unshamelessly at her for a few more minutes, then I drowned my drink and got out of my seat and started making my way over to her.
She was turned away from me when I got there, I tapped her on the shoulder.
"Take a hint would you?" she said sharply as she turned around to look at me.
No, not rejection again, for me? Had she seen me staring and was ignoring me?
"I'm... sorry?" I said as my mind worked furiously to come up with a way to get on the right course again.
"Oh, I thought it was someone else, I'm sorry"
Forgiven! I grinned, I was pretty sure she had checked me out. Her eyes had first been of shock, then she let her eyes wander down before she snapped her head up to apologise.
I asked if I could sit there, like I would leave, she was okay with it and we started talking.
"So, I'm Edward" I said, stretching my hand out
"Bella" she said, taking my hand
I learned she was in college, a student. And I was a teacher, a high school teacher, but still – I could just smile at all the fantasies I was thinking of.
Though, she looked a little uncomfortable talking about school, but when she asked about my job I could understand her aversion. I really didn't want to talk about my job, I was on summer holidays and all I wanted to do was take her to nearest room and ravish her body.
Very soon I got my wish fulfilled and we were on our way to my hotel.
It was a long and hot night and we fell asleep early in the morning.
I woke up to the sound of a shower running, looking up I could see that I was alone in the bed, so it had to be Bella in the shower. Glancing down at my morning arousal I quickly decided to go join her. I jumped out of the bed and made my way over the room, I opened the door.
She was standing with her back against me, she didn't hear me come in.
The sight of the water running over her naked body, and Bella touching her body as she scrubbed it, made me even harder. I took a step forward, locked my arms around her waist, pushed her up the wall and pressed myself against her back. She gasped and turned her head.
"Good morning", I said, smiling. I kissed her deeply.
"mhm...good...morning", she answered between kisses.
"Or maybe I should say 'good afternoon'. That was quite a night, and morning." We both laughed a little.
"Yes...yes it was. I don't think I'm going to be able to walk normally for a few days!"
"Care to make that a few extra days...?" I said pushing my arousal against her small back.
She twisted, trying to free herself from the grip I had on her. I let her go. She turned around, facing me. Looking me straight in the eye, she got down on her knees. Carefully she wrapped her hands around my cock. She brought her lips closer, stuck out her tongue and licked it, running her tongue up and down the shaft.. The feel of her touch and the sight of her standing like that on her knees before me, with the water still running down, made my cock twitch. She parted her lips, and took it painfully slow into her mouth. She went up and down it, slowly, slowly. I couldn't help it, I grabbed her head and pushed further into her mouth, harder and faster, til I was about to come. I pulled out and lifted Bella up. She gave me a small smile.
I turned her around and pushed her up against the wall, much like the position I'd had her in before. I took both of her hands, holding her wrists with one of my own hands above her head. I kissed her neck and her shoulders. Biting down here and there, making her throw her head back. The other, free, hand I let running up and down her body.
