AN: Jacob can't help but think of Bella when he's lying in bed.

Warnings: sexual content - self-love - language.

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Bella's face was at the forefront of my mind as I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling and listening to the rain pounding on my bedroom window. I could see her smile, her beautiful smile, so clearly, it was as though she was actually standing in front of me. I tried picturing her eyes, not the empty eyes I'd seen that afternoon but the happy, flirty eyes I'd seen at the beach that time, before he left her broken. Thinking of her broken and miserable only added to my guilt when I started picturing other parts of Bella. Like the way her legs had looked in those skinny jeans and how her chest had stretched her t-shirt tightly before it loosened around her slim stomach. Her neck, her slim, pale neck. Hmmm. I remembered the thoughts I'd had in the garage about kissing and sucking on that neck. Bella lying underneath me in the backseat of my Rabbit. Or in my bed...

Stop!

I rubbed my eyes with my palms as guilt washed over me again. I knew she didn't feel that way about me, not yet, and she trusted me to be a friend to her. Yet, there I was, betraying that trust by imagining all the ways I'd touch and kiss her-

"Ugh!" I groaned into my hands, willing myself to think of something else, anything else, as lust began stirring in my abdomen, creeping lower by the second. It was no use, though. I knew that before I even tried because of all the nights like these, where I'd try to think of something else and fail, giving into the temptation of cumming into my hand with her in my mind.

One of my hands fisted itself in my hair, pulling harshly at the roots, in a last-ditch attempt at controlling my teenage hormones. Then the other found its way into my boxer shorts as a heavy, defeated breath escaped my lungs. My breathing soon hitched as my fist wrapped around my swelling dick, my thumb spreading the leaking pre-cum over the head as I began to move up and down. I ground my teeth together to keep from saying Bella's name when the images from my imagination started pouring into my mind. Bella, naked, on top of me, riding me, touching me, clenching around me-

Air was sucked harshly through my teeth as I gripped myself tighter, pumping faster now that I was fully hard. I wanted Bella. I wanted her hand around me. Her body around mine. Her inner walls squeezing me. My eyelids closed tightly when I thought of Bella lying on her front, with me on top of her, fucking her hard and fast, claiming her as mine.

I distorted my memories of her voice into sighs and moans of pleasure, replaying them over and over. My stomach became tight, the need to cum getting stronger by the minute.

Bella, Bella, Bella.

My fingers digging into her hips, running up her legs, squeezing her thighs, massaging her breasts, touching her clit. Bella cumming around me, on top of me, holding her up as her legs shook and her beautiful body convulsed. Gripping and pulling her hair, the way I was pulling at my own. Rocking, sliding, pounding into her-

"Shit! Ughhh..."

Pleasure pulsed through my dick as it started shooting cum into my hand and onto my sheets, my teeth cutting my lip to contain my satisfied groans.

Then it was over, and the guilt started seeping it's way back in.

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