Edward peeked out from under the covers as she walked away, gathering up her clothes. He pretended to have fallen asleep, but the truth was, his mind was elsewhere.
The young brunette disappeared into the bathroom for a minute before exiting fully clothed.
She opened his bedroom door quietly so as not to wake him. He appreciated that. She turned to look back as she closed the door, and he lowered the blanket back over his eyes.
There was a sharp beeping that softened as he was lulled back from his typical dream of emptiness. He picked up his phone.
It was a text message from Jasper, "New target, I crypt mailed you the details."
Edward opened up his laptop, typed his 28-character long password, scanned his fingerprint and then as a final security measure spoke his verbal passcode into the microphone, "I am immortal."
His desktop loaded with a chime and a terminal window popped up on top. A few commands and he was connected to a system of proxies scrambling every request through hundreds of other unsuspecting people's computers, nothing ever connecting back to him.
Edward pinged the crypt mail server with his private 4096-bit encrypted passkey that only a handful of others had the public version of. He had 2 messages.
The message from Jasper gave him the location and the time for their next job.
Mandarin, 60 Columbus Circle, Room 2308, 20:32
It was a couple hours away, so he needed to start prepping.
He cleared the terminal and starting probing their website for vulnerabilities. He was always astounded by the lack of security corporations put in place. Websites are supposed to never have access to servers that have access to the internal network, but as with ninety-five percent of the corporate sites he has had the pleasure of hacking, this one is also insecure.
Within a few minutes he had exploited the database connection with the reservations system, queried the tables to find who is staying in the room next to their target. Only a minute later, he had made a room swap giving them the penthouse suite while he took over that room under one of his many false identities.
He messaged Jasper back, let him know they would be staying in room 2310 and finally got out of bed.
Edward stood up, stretched, groaning incomprehensibly, then gathered up a couple things off the floor, a Dead Kennedys tank-top, his favorite faded black skinny jeans, a towel from the post of his bed and his can of hair gel. The average person would have looked at his room and dismissed it as a pigsty, but Edward knew where everything was, and preferred it this way.
He opened the door to the bathroom, and saw a message on his mirror written in bright purple lip-stick. The same shade the brunette he took home last night was wearing.
Bella 212-555-9832 - Call Me
Bella. Edward repeated in his head as he pulled down his boxers and twisted the shower knob to scalding.
Lost in thought, shampoo still lathered in his dark brown, shoulder length hair, he snapped back to reality with a start when someone began pounding on his front door. He attempted to ignore them as he rinsed his hair clean, but whoever it was, was relentless.
A minute later and the pounding stopped, allowing him to finish his shower in peace.
He shut the water off and ripped the curtain open, then jumped.
"Rose," he shouted, "What the fuck are you doing?"
Rosalie, Edward's on-again, off-again, no-strings-attached, anything-goes, lover just cocked her head to the side and smiled. One finger pointed back at the mirror, the other hand on her hip and her eyes focusing only on Edward's semi.
"Who's Bella?" she asked in her best valley-girl impression. "Is she, like, pretty?"
"She's just a girl. I met her last night, we had some fun, she left," he said keeping his eyes away from hers and trying to think of anything but sex. For Edward, it was never hard to ignore his primal urges, he only needed to pick up a book, open his laptop or go for a walk, but something about Rosalie Hale, made focusing on anything but sex impossible.
"In all the fun you guys were having, you apparently forgot to ask her for her name or number," she said smiling still, staring still, her eyes hungry.
Edward looked up at the ceiling, trying his best to keep his head in the game, "I need to hurry and get ready. I have to meet Jasper in mid-town in about a…"
His head snapped back so hard, he heard the bones crack. While he wasn't paying attention, Rosalie, the magnificent lover, had silently fallen to her knees and swallowed his entire 8-inch dick, leaving her tongue out to lick his balls. Edward's hands flailed, unsure of what to do, eventually found the shower rod and her head. He closed his eyes and forgot all about Jasper, his job or the previous night.
Still sucking his cock, Rose popped the buttons one by one on her semi-sheer white blouse, tossing it to the floor, then unzipped her pencil skirt and shimmied out of it without disrupting the rhythmic slurping and pumping pattern she had worked her way into.
Edward let out a slight groan and Rosalie knew he was about to cum, but she wasn't ready for that, and with a satisfying pop, pulled her mouth off his prick. He looked down at her, meeting her eyes for the first time since she surprised him in the shower.
Rosalie rose from the floor in a fluid motion, stepping out of her skirt and keeping one hand still on Edwards throbbing cock, and she lead him from the bathroom back to his bedroom. Standing beside the bed, using her free hand she grabbed him by the back of his neck and commanded his mouth to hers, fervently forcing her tongue down his throat.
Edward reciprocated her actions, completely lost in the heat of her breath and the pressure of her hand squeezing his prick. Edward gave her lip a sharp bite, drawing the slightest amount of blood before violently pushing her. She tripped backward, giving his cock one final tug before it slipped from her hand and she landed on the bed with an audible thud. Before she could even regain her bearings, Edward had her thighs on either side of his face, his hands ripping her black lace thong, and his tongue lapping at the juices that had already saturated her panties and were cascading down her legs.
Rose locked her fingers in his hair, pulling his tongue into the folds of her aching pussy.
He paused for the briefest of moments, and just inhaled her aroma, the hotness of her mound, then began fucking her with his mouth, exploring every inch of her insides, lapping up her liquid as she came time and time again.
Ragged breaths and moans escaped both of their throats as Edward stood up, Rose's legs wrapped around him, begging for his cock to enter her.
"God dammit, put a fucking sock on the door!"
Rose squealed as she tried covering herself with the blankets she was on top of. Edward let out a growl of a scream, "GET OUT!"
"Damn, lil' bro, didn't mean to cock block you," Emmett said, throwing his head back in laughter.
Edward grabbed the first thing he could and threw it straight at his head, but Emmett ducked and Edward's phone shattered into a thousand tiny pieces making Emmett laugh even harder as he left Edward's room.