A/N: So I posted this a couple of months ago but then deleted it and my account because I felt that I could not commit to putting time into writing this, but I am going to try again. So if you think you have read this before, you probably have... This chapter is pretty much 100% smut. Enjoy! More to come next week. (Disclaimer: I own nothing)
Chapter 1
"We are now boarding first class passengers on flight 544, nonstop service to Manchester, New Hampshire."
I slowly got up, still fighting the hangover I was nursing from earlier that night. Earlier today my best friend, Angela, agreed to drive me to the airport for my red eye flight as long as we were able to stop at Mike's big, back to school party on the way there. What it turned out being was a big drunken orgy. Luckily I had come out unscathed being nothing but drunk.
I wasn't planning on drinking because Angela, as my chauffeur, couldn't. The only reason she wanted to stop by was to see her new fling Ben. I was having a good time until I saw him, my ex Jacob Black, with that whore, Lauren, hanging off of his arm. That is when I decided it would be a good idea to start throwing back the shots.
I was ready for my senior year of high school to be finished. I was so done with all of the drama and everyone knowing each other's personal business. I was ready to get out of my small hometown of Forks, Washington and go make a name for myself in a big city.
I was ecstatic when I got my letter of early admission from Dartmouth with the offer of a full- ride scholarship. I was on my way there this very moment to take a look at the campus at the expense of their admissions department. All of my hard work and perfect SAT and ACT scores had paid off big time.
I found my seat by the window in last row of the first class section. I attempted to lift my suitcase up into the overhead compartment. Just as I was about to drop it on my head, two large, masculine hands wrapped around mine and shoved the suitcase in its place. I stood for a second enjoying the hard chest that I could feel against my back. I indulged myself and slowly leaned backwards so that my body was connected to his until, through my drunken haze, I realized what I was doing.
What the fuck are you doing, Bella?
I quickly jumped and turned around.
I then found myself looking into the greenest eyes I had ever encountered. I slowly feasted my eyes down his face to his lick-able, defined jaw that was spattered with a little bit of scruff, probably the result of foregoing shaving this morning. I then heard a deep chuckle. I noticed his kissable lips and realised the sound was coming from his mouth.
I averted my eyes as I felt my cheeks heat up, indubitably making my face red. I then took a deep breath and forced myself to look back at him.
"Thank you so much for your help- uh," I said waiting for him to supply his name.
"Edward," he answered in the most alluring, velvet voice. He ran his hand through his bronze, unruly hair. Its disarray gave him a façade of looking as if he had been freshly fucked.
Who knew, maybe he had? What I wouldn't give to have my hands running through his untamed mane as I rode him. His big hands squeezing my ass as he thrust his hard-
"Edward," I said, mentally cursing myself for replying in a breathy voice. I guess that is what I get for imagining fucking someone a minute after meeting them. "It is nice to meet you."
"And you are-," he asked with a smirk.
"Oh, Bella," I quickly answered.
"Well it is very nice to meet you, beautiful Bella," He said as he grabbed my hand in his and raised it up to his lips. As he kissed the top of my hand and glanced up to connect his green, piercing eyes with mine, I couldn't help but wish that he were kissing me other places.
I was getting wet from a man kissing my hand. That just goes to show how long it had been since I last had sex. How was it possible that I was more turned on by him just kissing my hand than I would have been if Jake had been in the middle of trying to give me an orgasm? Most of the time Jake didn't even pay enough attention to me to see if I had even gotten off when we were together. Not only did Edward look like a man, it looked like he new how to please a woman like one too.
Okay, I needed to stop my thoughts from the path they were going down. How could Edward be interested in me? If anything he was just being friendly. After all, he looked like he could easily be in his thirties and I was only seventeen for God's sake. I might have looked a little older than usual because Angela did my hair and makeup before we went to Mike's house, but I think I would have to be delusional to think that anything could happen between this sex god and me.
I gave him a small smile, scooted into the row and sat down in my seat. I glanced up at him as he stood, still in the aisle. I didn't notice until now that he was wearing a charcoal grey suit that was tailored to every inch of his body. The button of his blazer was undone so that I could see his well-defined abs that strained against the white dress shirt that he wore.
He positioned his suitcase in the overhead next to mine and then, not surprisingly, sat down beside me. He placed his briefcase under the seat in front of him and then turned towards me.
He opened his mouth about to say something as a phone started to ring. He gave me an apologetic look and pulled a phone out of his pocket and up to his ear.
"Cullen speaking," He answered the phone. "Hey Emmett, what news do you have for me?"
He paused listening to whatever the person on the other side was saying. I listened but had turned my gaze to the view outside the window so it wouldn't look like I was eavesdropping.
"Did you remind them that we have them under contract to finish-" He continued as I tuned him out, not caring enough to listen to a conversation about business.
The stewardess then came up to our aisle to collect our drink orders. Edward stopped talking on the phone for a second and asked for a scotch. The stewardess was obviously delighted that it was her job to take care of him for the duration of the flight. She nodded at his request as she observed him with unmasked lust in her eyes.
Yep, I am right there with you sister.
I reasoned that since I was already drunk, I might as well continue drinking so that I didn't contract a hangover later on in the flight. I also assumed that she was too preoccupied with her fantasies about the man next to me that she wouldn't be concerned with my age.
She barely glimpsed at me as I ordered champagne. She just nodded once more still looking dazed and then turned around to retrieve our drinks.
I opened the front container of my backpack and pulled out my battered, Wuthering Heights book. I started to read, or should I say that I tried to. All I could think of when I was skimming the pages was the man that now consumed my every thought.
The stewardess returned with our drinks, again not breaking her gaze from Edward. She then warned him that we were going to be taking off soon so he would have to wrap up his conversation and stow all electronics.
I chugged my champagne. I decided with the help of the liquid courage to abandon my attempts of resisting the temptation to daydream about my fantasies. I closed my book and stowed it in the pocket that graced the back of the chair across from me.
I closed my eyes and gave into my desire as I could hear the velvet voice beside me continue to hum.
Sleep claimed me.
I gained consciousness some time later. I could have been out for ten minutes or for hours. I was disorientated as I opened my eyes. The cabin was dark. I guess that on this flight, being a red eye, they expect people to sleep. I had a slight headache. It was then that everything came flooding back to me.
I glanced to my side. I was confused at first when I saw his head focused turned slightly away from me and he had headphones in his ears. I then saw what his eyes were focused on. His laptop was on and he was watching a movie. As I watched to see if I recognized the movie my breathing started to quicken. It clicked in my head, as soon as I realized that the only figures that were on the screen were a naked man and women, that he was watching porn. I scanned to his lap to see that a blanket was covering his pants. I saw that he had one of his hands under the blanket.
What happened next, I could only explain away as an action spurred on by my drunken libido.
I slowly reached over the armrest to slide my hand under the blanket hoping that I was judging the situation correctly. I finally found his hand wrapped around his hard cock, stroking himself up and down.
As soon as he felt my hand, he stopped. He turned his head and his startled eyes met mine. Staring him in the eyes, I pried his hand off of his hardness and then replaced it with my hand. I carefully tightened my fingers around his length and started to stroke him myself. As soon as my hand wrapped around him he gave be a beautiful crooked smile as he looked at me with a look that could only be described as pure lust. He used he hand to rip the headphones out of his ears and close his laptop. He then brought his hand to my face. His looked at me questioningly. I leaned in and his lips captured mine. I used my free hand to grab a fistful of his hair. As I tugged, it seemed to spur him on as he sucked on my lip and his hand found its way under my shirt and bra. He pinched my nipples as he continued to thrust into my hand. He moved his mouth down to my throat and up to my ear sucking on my sensitive skin.
"Fuck," he moaned. "I want to be inside of you so badly."
His words made me release a little moan of my own. I then stopped what I was doing, stood up, and straightened myself out. He looked at me with fire in his eyes.
"What-," he started to ask as I cut him off by placing my fingers over his mouth.
I leaned down to whisper in his ear, "Follow my lead."
I climbed over him and made my way shakily into the open lavatory. Luckily the stewardess was MIA and all the passengers in first class seemed to be either asleep or engrossed in something else.
I hadn't even closed the door before Edward walked in behind me. He locked the door and then turned around. His hungry eyes were trained on me. He looked like a predator stalking his prey. He quickly pulled me against him and recaptured my lips.
He then palmed my ass and lifted me up on the edge of the sink. He started to suck on my neck as his hands wandered down to my shirt. He took the straps of my tank top and bra and pulled them down my arms so that my breasts were exposed. He then latched onto one of them with his mouth. As he moved to the other breast his hands wandered further down my body. He moved his hands up my thighs as I reflexively opened my legs for him. He brushed my flimsy thong aside and slipped his fingers into me. I trembled when they found my clit.
Thank you Angela for making me wear a skirt to the party.
"You are so fucking wet for me," he commented as his fingers started to move in and out.
His cursing was too much for me. I needed him in me now. I started to undo his belt that he haphazardly had done up as he followed me in here. I pushed his pants down and then pulled his boxer briefs toward me so that they wouldn't get caught on his hardness. His cock sprung free when I had finally taken everything off.
"You are so big," I told him as I timidly wrapped my fingers once again around him. He just smiled in response and pressed his lips to mine. His tongue made its way into my mouth.
He looked so much bigger than he had felt under the blanket. There was no competition between him and Jake. He was a man, while Jake was still merely a boy.
"I need you now," I said as a pulled my lips off of his.
"I don't have anything. Is that okay?" He asked as he gazed at me with pleading eyes.
I just nodded. Smirking because in that moment he looked like a little boy trying to get his own way.
He then pulled my thong down off of my legs and grabbed my ass, sliding me closer to him. He positioned himself at my entrance. Before he pushed himself in he glanced at me one last time for reassurance. I wrapped my legs around his waist and tightened them in response so that he was forced inside of me.
Fuck. He made me feel so full.
"Your pussy is so tight," He groaned.
He then attacked my lips as we struggled to find a rhythm. He slowly moved out of me. I whimpered at the loss of feeling him. He then thrust back inside of me making my eyes roll back. His thrusts progressively became harder as his kisses became more domineering. I was hanging on for dear life with both of my hands in his hair.
His hand moved down and started to rub my clit. I started to get the tightening feeling in my stomach.
"I am so close," I said as I moaned.
"Me too," he answered.
I my breathing was getting more and more erratic. I threw my head back as he sucked once again on my throat. My walls clenched, tightly around him as he steadily continued to thrust into me. I rode out my orgasm as he finally thrust one last time into me and I felt him release.
We were both breathing heavily and covered in sheens of sweat. I rested my head in the crook of his neck, kissing him. He was still inside of me, with his arms around my waist, rubbing his hand leisurely up and down by bare skin.
We both stayed there, not saying anything, basking in our post-coital haze for what seemed like a couple of minutes. We were both broken out of the spell by the stewardess coming over the loud speaker saying that we were getting ready for landing.
We kissed once more and started to get cleaned up.
Once we looked presentable we both left the bathroom together not caring who saw us exit. He grabbed my hand as he trailed me.
As we sat down all I could think was what the hell were you thinking Bella?
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