New story. Don't panic, Fighting Temptation WILL be completed, a chapter will be posted soon.

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Chapter One
Once Upon a Time

I swayed my hips, allowing my body to move to the beat of the music, ignoring everyone around me. I was in my own world, I felt as though I was the only one on the dance floor, the lights flashing across my body, the music, the lyrics, the rhythm, my heart pounding in my chest.

The darkness of the club was surrounding me, the heat of the bodies grinding, moving together in a small, enclosed space, radiating lust.

I could feel multiple eyes on me, I could feel the men staring in appreciation, the women glaring daggers. I didn't care about them. I didn't care about any of it.

It was just me.

And him.

...

It was just her.

She was in the middle of the dance floor, moving her body sensually, effortlessly, like there was nobody else in the room. She was aware of no one. Her eyes were closed as her hands occasionally drifted to run through the sexy mess of perfected imperfect curls before sliding them down her body.

The fitted, short, sequined blue dress highlighted the lines of her curves strikingly. When she turned away from me I pursed my lips against the groan of both frustration and gratitude to whatever Gods there could possibly be out there. Frustration because I could no longer see her face, the beautiful arch of her cheekbones tinted rose, her full pink mouth, slightly parted, the look of pure lust that shone from all her features bar her unopened eyes.

Gratitude because this stunning creature was surely the masterpiece of some higher power. Gratitude to the man, because I was sure it was most definitely a man, who designed such a dress that exposed the entire creamy expanse of her back. Gratitude, as I realised it was surely impossible to be able to wear such an item of clothing, swooping so low it just covered the skin along the length of her hips, whilst wearing something underneath.

It was this thought that drove me to throw back the last of my drink and move myself away from the bar towards this delightful creature.

...

He thought I had no idea he was looking, he thought I had no idea that he had been staring the whole night from his perch at the bar.

How could I not notice him? I had never seen anything like him in my life. He was beautiful. Otherworldly. His gorgeous bronze locks in a contained disarray that I wanted to run and tug my fingers through. I wanted to grip and hold on tight to the wide, hard, strong shoulders he was hiding under his dark, charcoal grey shirt. His lips had curved perfectly in a half-smile as the girl behind the bar handed him his drink. I could only imagine what they would feel like against my own, caressing my skin, or what would be blazing in his emerald green eyes as they smouldered down at me.

But what got me the most was not his hair, or his eyes, or his lean – yet surely muscular body, nor was it the long fingers that wrapped around the bottle in his hand – it was his perfectly crafted and sculpted jaw. The masculine, sharp, strong line of his jaw, dusted with a little five o'clock shadow.

I wanted to bite it. I wanted him. Just for the night. I wanted a meaningless, wild night of passion.

And so my carefree dancing had turned into a performance, one designed to invite him in. It was primal, almost animalistic, I was a female looking for a mate, I was willing and waiting, all he had to do was pounce.

And pounce he did.

Out the door?

I had turned back, ready to let him know I was aware of him watching, only to find the stool empty.

I frowned.

When suddenly large hands with long fingers wrapped around my hips, tugging me backwards to press against him, the side of his face against mine, his chin pressed to my cheekbone.

I grinned, rocking my hips, grinding my bottom into his groin as his hands moved to my wrists, lifting them up above my head.

I felt his hands glide, slowly, down my sleeved arms, grazing the sides of my breasts and I moved my own to tangle my fingers, finally, in his hair, my head tilting back to rest against his shoulder.

I shivered when I felt his breath wash over me, his nose running a line back and forth from the hollow of my ear along to where my neck met my shoulder. Reluctantly, I let go of his hair, needing something a little…more.

I ran my fingertips along his forearms to cover his hands where they had been wrapped around my waist. Slowly, I guided one up and the other down, closer and closer, lower and lower down my abdomen until his hand tensed and the tip of his little finger was hardly an inch away from where I was aching for him, and he pulled me impossibly tighter to him. The other hand I had pushed higher and higher until he was kneading my breast through my dress.

...

I was a fool. I had thought I held the power when really, this mesmerizing woman had me wrapped around her little finger.

She thought I was unaware of the fact that she knew I had been watching her and I had played it to my advantage. When the little minx had finally turned back to glance at me at the bar I had made my way through the crowd and slipped behind her, wrapping my hands around her tiny hips and pulling her back to press against my chest.

But now the sexy little thing was grinding back against me, tugging my hands all over her body. When my left hand was mere centimeters away from the heat between her legs and my right moulding against one of her breasts, I couldn't help but surrender to the groan, as I squeezed, kneaded, feeling her nipple harden through her dress.

I needed to get the control back. I needed to let her know I was the one calling the shots, not her.

I let my lips caress the skin of her neck, finally, as I had been waiting to do all night. I waited for the little sigh that escaped her before sharply spinning her around to face me, flush, tight, against my chest.

She gasped in surprise and her eyes snapped open.

I had thought the lust was rolling off her in waves, it had been in the way she had moved, teasing and taunting me, in her body, her hands, her face.

It was nothing compared to the desire in her rich chocolate eyes, they were burning, wanting, needing. They drew me in and I couldn't look away.

I felt my forehead fall to hers, our noses grazing against one another, the hint of a kiss, so close and yet so far, our lips barely brushing together. Not quite meeting in the way they wanted to, just open mouths, breathing harsh ragged, sweet breaths, mingling together.

My hand on the small of her back tugged her tighter, pushing her heat to mine and she gasped again at the sudden movement. I tasted the sweet breath of cherries against my tongue.

I grinned. This woman may have had me surrendering to her needs, her body, she may have managed to draw me in as she had planned but I was the one with the power. She was tiny, my 6'1 frame towering over her, wrapped around her and there was nothing she could do about it.

Yet she didn't want to do anything about it. Her eyes told me everything.

We moved, danced, swayed close together never parting, exchanging the heated breaths between us.

Her hands moved from my hair to my chest, my shoulders, my upper arms, anywhere she could reach, I couldn't keep mine away from the skin of her back, so silky and smooth I couldn't stop.

Her core ground against my hardness as we moved and I finally dragged my hands lower to mould around her pert behind, encouraging the rocking, willing her never to stop.

I don't know how long we were dancing for but my forehead and the skin of her back were beginning to dampen with perspiration. All night we moved together, grinding, rubbing, stroking, our mouths, open and brushing against one another though never meeting in a kiss. Teasing.

But I needed more. I needed her. I needed to get her somewhere private. Now.

"Let's get out of here." I breathed.

...

"I thought you'd never ask."

I grabbed his hand and we somehow found ourselves in a taxi and I blurted out my address to the driver.

I needed to feel him. I didn't care we were in the back of a car, I didn't care that the driver would probably catch an eyeful, and he didn't seem to care either.

He slid his body up close next to mine, sharing my seat behind the driver, as one arm slid around behind my back, pulling me closer to him, the other trailing up my thigh as his lips finally attacked my neck.

I gasped as the soft, wet kisses abruptly halted and his fingers met my heat. He lifted his head to look me in the eye. I simply smirked with a knowing smile before a slow crooked grin spread across his face and a wicked gleam appeared in his green eyes. He pressed small sweet kisses up along my jaw before his lips reached my ear.

"No panties?" He whispered.

I bit my lip to keep from making any noise for fear the driver would hear me.

"Dirty girl." He murmured, his teeth tauntingly grazing my ear lobe.

I grabbed at his thigh, squinting my eyes shut as his fingers began to stroke my highly aroused and throbbing centre.

"Please," I whispered as his fingertips ever so softly grazed my lips.

"Please what?" He whispered back between kisses to my neck.

I frowned, frustrated that he was touching me enough to tease but not to bring the satisfying friction I needed. I refused to beg and that was something he was about to learn.

With the hand that had clutched at his thigh I brushed the back of my fingers against the prominent hardness beneath his jeans. I bit my lip, realising just how big he was but refused to show my joyous surprise, instead giving him an innocent smile as his eyes fluttered shut and his jaw snapped together.

I twisted so my front was pressed to his side, resting my head against the back of the seat, watching his face closely as the hand between my legs faltered. Not so cocky now. I trailed my fingertips up and down, scratching my nails lightly over the material.

"Mmf." The noise of appreciation was low and quiet and so goddamn sexy. He arched his hips ever so slightly as his hand cupped around the inside of my thigh, squeezing in encouragement. "Please."

Gotcha.

"Please what?" I taunted.

A smirk touched his lips before I could take it no more and pressed my mouth to his.

He was startled, clearly not expecting it, but responded quickly, moving his hands to cradle my face as I tugged his shirt, pulling him to me.

His tongue flickered against mine and my core throbbed in hope of what was to come.

"Ever had an orgasm in a cab before?" He whispered into my mouth.

My eyes shot open wide in surprise to meet with his as I shook my head, keeping my lips fused to the mouth that was doing delicious things to my tongue.

"Can you be quiet?"

Again I shook my head, running my hands up over his chest and through his hair, tugging and scratching through the silky soft strands at the nape of his neck.

"Well," he breathed between passion filled, longing kisses, "now would be the perfect time to practice."

The he pulled away from me completely, moving to sit back in his own seat.

I stared, gaping as he struck up a conversation with the driver.

"Sorry about that," he said.

Then his hand, which I hadn't noticed crawling across the seat towards me, was suddenly between my legs and rubbing friction-filled satisfying strokes against the little nub that had been screaming for attention all night.

I gripped his wrist, my nails pinching into his skin as I tried not to make a sound.

"No worries," the driver chuckled. "Get it quite a lot doing the late shifts on a Friday night."

"I'm sure." He responded casually, as though he didn't currently have his hand trapped between my thighs, his fingers doing unspeakable but oh so pleasurable things to my aching core.

"You and your girl had a good night?"

"Oh she's not my girl, we only just met."

The driver chortled again.

I bit, hard, into my fisted finger and stared pointedly out the window, unsuccessfully trying to keep my ragged breathing even.

"Get that quite a lot, too."

"Friday nights your busiest?" He asked.

I whimpered when his finger dipped teasingly into my entrance before coming up to circle around my clit. He coughed to cover up the sound, glancing at me with a smirk.

"Varies from Friday nights to Saturdays but yeah, mostly. Lot o' people wanting to be drinkin', don't wanna drive."

"I hear you." He nodded, watching me carefully when I squinted my eyes shut and my body jerked a little as he hit a spot.

My grip on his wrist tightened as he rubbed continuously right where it felt oh, so, so good. God I needed to let go, I needed to let it out. Please, oh god, close.

My toes curled, my whole body tensed, my hands clenched and I threw a desperate look at him, both willing him to stop before I humiliated myself and warning him he was a dead man if he did.

He got the message as he quickly slid himself across the seats again and crushed his mouth to mine.

The coil wound so tight, so close, released and my cry of bliss was moaned into his mouth.

White lights-toes curled-back arched-bliss.

His wet fingers smoothed soothing circles into my trembling thigh as I came down from my high, my heart thumping in my chest as I tried to get my breathing back under control.

Oh he was clever. My cry of ecstasy could easily have been interpreted as a cry of surprise as he caught my lips in his.

And now he had a smug crooked smile on his face as he pulled back, offering small lingering kisses to my mouth.

"Sorry," he murmured, "couldn't resist. Your lips were calling to me." He winked as he had me gasping again, caressing his fingers against the lips between my legs.

The driver chuckled knowingly.

I couldn't contain the smile, shared, and reciprocated, with the sexy man beside me at the taxi driver's ignorance.

He pressed a kiss to my temple, hiding his sniggers in my hair.

"This is your stop, that'll be-"

...

The driver was cut off as a twenty was chucked at him with a hasty, "Keep the change", and I tugged her out of the cab and into the building.

Lucky for us the elevator was on the ground floor and the doors opened immediately.

"Fourth floor." She said.

I pulled her in front of me with my hand, tapping frantically at the button, before pushing her back against the far wall of the elevator.

She grinned a sexy little smirk, her dark, lust filled eyes glinting as she pulled me towards her by the waistband of my jeans.

"Eager are we?" I muttered huskily against her lips before it turned into a groan. Her hand had slid down to cup my erection through my pants, stroking and fondling.

"I believe you have some catching up to do." Was her reply. She unzipped my fly and I watched as her hand encountered my bare cock, her eyes widening in surprise. "No boxers?" She whispered, nibbling on my jaw, pressing kisses to my neck, making me moan. "Naughty boy."

Her soft little hand felt so good as she rubbed and stroked, pumping me deliciously, bringing me right to the edge, fast.

Watching her come in the taxi like she had, pleading me with her gorgeous, conflicted eyes not to stop, to keep her quiet, her body tense, arching as she let go, whimpering into my mouth. I had been aroused before but that'd had me straining desperately against my jeans, rock solid.

I needed her stop or I was gonna blow it right now, and I didn't want to lose it here, in the elevator, before we even got through the front door. We had a long night ahead of us, and I wasn't gonna last much longer if she kept playing with my cock like she was.

I wrapped my hands around her slender wrists and lifted them above her head before I kissed my way down her body until my head was level with the sweet treasure between her thighs.

I slid my hands up her silky, creamy legs, lifting the dress a little as I went. I throbbed, aching, excited for what I knew I would find.

She whimpered as the cold air and my warm breath rushed over her bare lips. I smiled up at her moving my mouth closer and closer until I licked a swipe over her.

"Oh god," she gasped, her eyes locked on me and my mouth between her legs.

I gently spread them apart before parting her lips with my tongue, lapping at her wet entrance and working my way up to the little bud. I flickered the tip of my tongue back and forth, round in circles until she was grinding against me.

I moved lower again, thrusting in and out, getting as much of her delicious taste as I could, giving her a preview.

She keened, gripping my hair tightly in her hands, throwing her own head back as she went wild, pushing my head impossibly closer to where she needed me the most.

I moved to suck on her clit and she cried out, tensing her entire body as she had done in the taxi.

"Oh my god." She groaned, "Your mouth…tongue…oh god."

I chuckled, tugging the hem of her dress down before standing and pressing our mouths together, she allowed entrance and I massaged my tongue against hers, letting her get a taste of her own sweetness. Perfection. "You're welcome."

The doors pinged open right as she launched herself into my arms, her arms around my neck, hands scratching pleasurably through my hair, her long legs wrapped around my waist, her dress hitching up. I groaned into her mouth, I could feel her though my jeans.

"You're so wet, beautiful."

"It's all you," she murmured. "I don't know what you're doing to me, but after every touch I just need more."

I carried her down the hall, "Apartment 4B," she had muttered, and pressed her up against her front door, reluctantly pulling my mouth from hers long enough for her to gasp, "Key. On top of the door frame."

I raised one arm, pressing her securely against the door so she wouldn't fall and grasped the key in my fingers, twisting it into the lock and turning.

Once we were through the door I moved us further inside the apartment and dropped her onto the couch.

She grinned up at me, "Shirt, off."

I smirked, unbuttoning the shirt as she tugged at the waistband of my jeans, rubbing her palm against me as she did. I groaned, abandoning the buttons and pulling the shirt over my head. She paused, her eyes roaming my shoulders, chest, moving further down, inspecting my abs, my jeans hanging low on my hips only more taunting thanks the absence of briefs.

She whimpered quietly.

She liked what she saw.

And I liked what I saw but she was overdressed.

I knelt before her in front of the couch, between her parted legs, and ran my hands from her ankles – leaving the sexy heels – up and up until I reached the hem of her dress, never parting my hands from her smooth skin as I slid the dress up, over her hips revealing that perfect little pussy. I pressed a small kiss there, once, before continuing with the removal of her dress, now leaving open-mouthed kisses to every bit of skin exposed to me until she was writhing as she leant against the back of the couch, arching, pushing her nipple into my mouth as I sucked and nipped and kissed.

She was a sight to behold, one hand tangled in her hair, the other in mine, eyes closed, mouth parted letting out little gasps and whimpers. Her head, shoulders and behind were the only parts of her body in contact with the couch, the rest was writhing up, seeking the pleasure only I could offer her.

My lips were still worshipping those perfect tits, small, but fucking perfect. Her toned tummy pressed against my chest, her ass was wiggling right on the edge of the couch, my body the only thing holding her in place, her legs parted wide and her wet little pussy had me groaning as she unconsciously writhed and rubbed it against my abs for friction.

I reluctantly pulled my mouth from her breast to push the dress over her head, kissing along her collarbone and up her neck until I reached her mouth. She brought her other arm down to run her fingers through my hair, her core now grinding against the bulge in my jeans.

"Off, off." She mumbled between kisses, "Get them off." She pushed at the waistband with her hands and I helped shuffle them down and kicked them off with my feet.

"Oh," she breathed when we finally met together with nothing in the way.

My eyes fluttered shut against my will as her wet heat pressed against my aching hardness for the first time. I crushed my mouth to hers, moulding our tongues together, desperately, fighting for dominance when really I had lost it all. As had she. We were both now out of control and desperate, so close to what we had been teasing each other with all night.

I murmured huskily into her mouth, "I need you."

...

"I need you," I murmured the same time he did.

He was running the beautiful length of his cock against my pussy, nudging my clit with the head now and then, making me gasp in pleasure.

"Table." I hissed breathlessly, gesturing to the small table beside the couch.

Never removing his forehead from my own, nor parting out locked gaze, he reached over the side of the couch. I heard the draw slide open and rejoiced when I saw the little square packet in his hand, thankful I had not run out.

I took it from him, wanting to do this myself. I pulled the condom from the foil. He watched me as I pinched the tip and pressed it to him, rolling it sensually down his hot, hard, beautiful cock.

He let out a husky moan as I gently fondled before guiding him to my entrance.

He thrust in with a grunt and I cried out, enjoying the feeling of having him fill me as I had needed him to all night.

He looked down, watching as he pulled nearly all the way out and slowly rocked back into me.

He set the pace, slow and steady, long, hard strokes, filling me completely.

I gasped when he hit that spot inside me that made my toes curl.

He grinned, swivelling his hips, grinding against both my clit and g-spot, before pulling back out and jabbing quick, shallow strokes. He seemed to have recovered from his desperate need now that he was inside me and was once again teasing me.

But I'd had enough of the teasing.

I pushed his shoulders until he fell to the floor on his back, keeping hold of my hips and bringing me with him so I straddled him.

I placed my hands either side of his head and started to rock, taking my pleasure, how I needed. Yet it was his moans and groans that spurred me on. The sounds he made, his grunts of pleasure, that look on his face, the one that could have been mistaken for pain had I not known just how good he was feeling.

His heavy lidded eyes gazed up at me, moving between my face and my boobs as they rocked in front of his face. His lips were parted as he panted ragged breaths, his jaw snapping shut and hissing through his teeth whenever anything spiked his arousal and pleasure.

His hands, gripping tightly at my hips, encouraged my movements, helping me, giving me leverage and guiding me over his cock.

...

I helped guide her over my cock, my hands tightening their hold on her hips as her already tight pussy clenched around me.

God, I needed to pound into her. I needed to fuck her hard and fast and I couldn't do it from this position. Don't get me wrong, I loved being able to play with her tits as she fucked me, but I wanted to fuck her.

Carefully, I rolled us over so she was beneath me.

"Bedroom?" She asked, staring up at me with those big, lust-filled, brown eyes.

I nodded eagerly, lifting her into my arms, careful not to slip out of her.

"First door on the right." She said, kissing along my neck and whimpering as I began to walk, the movement doing sensational things to where we were joined together.

I laid us down on the bed and she somehow managed to swivel herself around, so she was lying on her front her legs spread and bent at the knee either side of her body, her torso pressed flat to the bed. All the while we were still joined together and the sensation on my cock was sublime.

"So flexible," I muttered, sitting up. I pulled out of her before plunging back into her wet heat and grunted as I slid deeper inside of her than before. She cried out, grinding her hips and I realised she was rubbing her clit into the mattress.

I leant on one hand beside her while the other caressed up and down her back, her bottom, enjoying the smooth skin as I slammed in and out of her, revelling in her moans and cries of ecstasy.

I pulled a sharp yelp from her lips and grinned, hitting it again and again.

"There," she whimpered.

"Right there?" I asked, punctuating my words, rasped and strained, with another hit to the spot inside of her that was making her scream.

"Yes, y-yes." She hissed. "Harder, please."

"Begging now, are we?" God, beg harder, I thought, now desperate to come.

"Yes, just…please." She whimpered, wriggling and writhing her hips again. I stilled them with my hands and she whined in frustration.

She was going to come, I would make sure of that, but I, and I alone would be the one to make her scream.

I slid one hand beneath her, lifting her hips a little as I leant over her, her back to my chest, slick and sliding with the heat and perspiration between us.

I kissed her neck as moved the hand slowly caressing her toned tummy lower, letting my fingers play between her folds.

She whimpered as I breathed into her ear, "Might want to hold on, sweetheart."

And then I was pounding hard and fast, in and out, grinding, thrusting, gyrating, doing anything and everything as we raced towards the end.

My cock was throbbing inside of her as her sweet pussy fluttered and clenched, careening fast towards climax. I could hear it in her voice, feel it in her body as she tensed, tightening, toes curling, back arching.

"Edward!" She screamed my name as she let go.

I couldn't help my grin, rejoicing in my victory, seconds before I came, burying my face in her neck and grunting my pent up release in her ear.

I gasped, panting heavily as I slowly kissed down her back before falling to the side lying on my back beside her.

"That's twenty bucks to me." I panted. "Told you I'd get you to fall out of character before I did."

"How did you know?" She whined, breathlessly, and I felt her moving around next to me to lie on her back.

"Because whenever I get you to come with me inside you, you always shout my name." Yeah I may have been a little cocky about that, but it didn't mean it wasn't true. I knew Bella better than she knew herself.

"Whatever," she grumbled.

I chuckled, turning onto my side, propping my head on my hand.

"We should role play more often," she sighed, "because that…that was…"

...

I looked over to see my best friend and fuck buddy lying on his side, his head propped up on his hand, grinning down at me.

...

I looked over to see my best friend and fuck buddy lying on her back, fanning her face with a satisfied smile. She caught my eyes.

...

"That was hot." We agreed in unison.

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