Alright, readers. I wrote this story for a really close friend of mine in honor of an occasion that no one but the two of us could ever begin to understand. It began as a simple one-shot, but I've decided to continue it due to popular demand. I really hope you enjoy it.
This is for Dane, who already knows the story better than he thinks.
Enjoy!
Hot as a fever, rattling bones.
I can just taste it. Taste it.
If it's not forever, if it's just tonight,
Oh, it's still the greatest.
The greatest.
--Kings of Leon, "Sex on Fire"
"You don't stand a chance, Swan."
I lifted my eyes slowly from the cards I held fanned out in my hand, a teasing smile on my lips as I eyed him skeptically from across the floor. He sat in the same position as I, cross-legged and resting his elbows on his knees, holding his cards so they would obscure his face from my view. All but his eyes, which were focused on me.
"Is that so?" The playful teasing behind my words didn't at all match the fire behind my gaze as I took in his appearance.
The pictures on his profile had in no way prepared me for the sight that met my eyes when I picked him up at his house yesterday afternoon on my way into the city. He was tall, much taller than I had expected, with a fantastic shock of bronze hair and cutting emerald eyes that seemed to see straight into my soul. In a word, he was gorgeous.
I'd been planning this road trip to Chicago for months, basically since the fall semester of my freshman year of college. I found a hotel for my friends and me to stay at, worked on making sure there were adequate funds for gas, food, sightseeing, and anything else that might come up, and of course, made sure that he could come with us.
Edward.
Edward and I met randomly on MySpace a little over a year ago, through a friend of a friend or something like that, and immediately hit it off. As friends, of course. We were both 18 at the time, and he was living in Illinois with his mom while I was in Washington with my dad. Our uncanny similarities made it easy to talk to him, seeing as how we had nearly everything in common: our tastes in music, our overall personalities, and, our favorite, our vulgar senses of humor. I can't even begin to count all the "that's what she said" jokes or sexual references that have transpired through comments and messages, picture comments and bulletins. We would stay up until two or three in the morning, cracking jokes and just discussing life in general. After a few short weeks of talking, I felt like I'd acquired another best friend, and I couldn't have been happier.
Until I started to have feelings for him.
It was nothing at first, just a little crush that I was sure would pass with time, but the more I talked to him, the harder it got to imagine ever not talking to him. I felt stupid for feeling this way about someone I'd never met, but his personality made him nearly impossible to resist.
Summer eventually came to an end. I started college and met a bunch of new and interesting people, and I momentarily forgot about Edward and my feelings for him. I was busy, and I supposed that he was, too, because every time I signed onto MySpace, I had nothing from him. Then one day, I did.
Hey.
I fucking miss you.
With those five words, everything I had felt came rushing back to me, the force of it taking my breath away.
After that, I didn't try to deny that I liked him. In fact, I did exactly the opposite. I embraced it. I knew it was ridiculous, and silly, and completely unrealistic, but I couldn't bring myself to care.
Then, one night as we were chatting online, everything was laid out in the open. I told him how I felt, and much to my surprise, he'd felt the same way for months.
I just about shit myself.
Words could not even begin to describe my excitement. I'd wanted this for so long, and I finally had it.
But what now?
Edward was still in Illinois, I was still in Forks, and he was still in a relationship with another girl. Professing feelings wouldn't change that.
In the months that followed, our conversations changed drastically. We still joked and carried on with each other, but the way in which this occurred was different. Way different. We talked constantly about how turned on we were by the other, and the things we would do to each other given the chance. In detail, might I add. There were plenty of nights when I went to bed with a nearly unbearable ache between my thighs, wishing that I lived closer to him so he could satisfy this hunger that was slowly driving me mad. I couldn't believe the primal urges he evoked in me, because I'd never wanted someone this badly before.
I was a virgin, you see.
Edward wasn't. That turned me on even more.
God, how I wanted him. And not just in a sexual sense, either. I wanted to meet him, to talk about random things like our favorite colors and places we wanted to see before we died, movies we loved and songs we couldn't stand. I wanted to know him.
So I invited him to join us on our road trip.
I didn't plan this trip just so that I could meet Edward, although it certainly was one of the perks. It's always been my plan to move to Chicago after I graduate college, so I decided that I would take a week-long vacation with my friends to get a feel for the city, see the sights, things like that. It was going to be brilliant.
And now here I was, sitting in a hotel room with Edward not five feet away, looking at me as though he'd like nothing more than to devour me on the spot. I was having a very difficult time convincing myself that this wasn't a dream.
"Yes," he assured me, reaching over and taking a swig of the beer that sat beside him. "That is so."
We were underage, but a friend from back home had been able to score us some booze to smuggle to Chicago. Sure, it was illegal, but I was a safe driver. As long as we didn't get pulled over by a cop, no one would be the wiser. Besides, we were responsible for nineteen-year-olds. Well...eighteen in my case.
I laughed at his confidence, sure that it was nothing more than a bluff.
"Right."
"I mean it, Bella. You're going down." This time, I could tell that the confidence was not without cause. He had a good hand, and he knew it.
"Yeah, going down on you," I mumbled, once again burying my attention in my cards. I had an awesome hand too, but I wouldn't let him know that until the last second.
"That's the plan," he said cheerily, and I snapped my head up to shoot a playful glare at him.
God, he was beautiful.
His chest and arms were bare, as were his legs, and I marveled at the way he was lean, yet muscular. Undoubtedly it was because he played tennis. I'd always wanted to see him play, to watch his muscles rippling underneath his skin, see the look of utmost concentration on his face as he focused on the match.
I caught him staring at me, and I bit my bottom lip, suddenly aware of my lack of clothing. I was clad only in my best black push-up bra and a matching pair of lacy Victoria's Secret underwear, the rest of my clothing lying in a haphazard pile a few feet away.
"Like what you see?" I asked innocently, twirling a lock of hair around my finger as he stared on. He smiled smugly at me, one corner of his mouth lifting slightly higher than the other in a crooked grin that did funny things to my girly parts.
"Just remember that when I win this round…" He motioned first to my bra, then to my panties. "…that counts as one article of clothing. To keep things fair, of course."
Strip poker.
We were playing best three rounds out of five, and so far it was two and two. We had discarded our socks before the game even began, not wanting to waste any time. I had him down to just his boxers, and I must admit that the view was spectacular.
"I don't think so, babe. The winner doesn't get his or her prize until later, remember?"
We'd planned the reward/punishment months ago, back in January. It had started out as somewhat of a joke, but had quickly escalated into a profession of lust toward each other. The loser, as "punishment", had to do stuff to the winner. And by "stuff", I mean sexual favors. Given my lack of experience in the sex department, it was vital that I win so he could lead our activities for the rest of the evening. If I were in charge, I would have no fucking clue what I was doing.
My best friends, Alice and Rosalie, had come along on the road trip, but they decided that Edward and I needed a little one-on-one time together. It was no secret to them that I was kind of crazy about him, so they had excused themselves to a night on the town, leaving me alone with him. I wasn't complaining in the least, but I really hadn't thought out anything for us to get into.
Until he pulled a deck of cards out of his suitcase.
I finished my own beer, setting the bottle to the side.
"How could I forget, love?" He faked a hurt expression, and I rolled my eyes. "I saved that message you sent me about what you would do to me for your punishment, you know. That was fucking hot."
I remembered sending that message. I also remembered the responding message from him. It was far more impressive than mine, and I nearly came undone as I read it. That boy surely did have a way with words.
"You ready?" I nodded toward his hand of cards, and he smiled wickedly, nodding his head slowly. "Then lay."
He placed his cards on the floor in front of him, and I emitted a low whistle.
"A full house," he announced proudly, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Fuck," I muttered, shaking my head as I studied his cards. "Good hand."
"Damn right." He reached out to gather his cards, satisfied that he was the victor.
"Unfortunately, it just wasn't good enough." With a flourish, I laid my hand down, making sure he got a good look at the cards. "A straight flush."
We were both silent for a beat.
"No way." Slowly, his gaze shifted upward, settling on me. "There's no fucking way." I laughed, pulling all the cards into one pile.
"Actually, there is a way. I just kicked your ass at poker. Now strip for me, bitch!"
"As I recall, you just said a few minutes ago that the winner doesn't get her prize until later."
"Yes, but it technically is later." I clambered to my feet, reaching down to grab the remainder of my clothes before straightening up. "Get dressed. Your punishment starts after I'm finished getting ready."
His phone rang from its place on the table in the corner of the room, and since I was closest, I glanced at the front screen to see who was calling.
Call from: Tanya
His girlfriend. Wonderful.
The look on my face must have alerted him as to who was on the phone, and he stood slowly, walking over to stand by me. Unmoving, we both stared down at his ringing cell phone, and I readjusted my clothes in my arms in an attempt to hide my discomfort.
"You can take the call, you know. I won't make you follow through with your punishment." I looked up at him from under my lashes, biting my lip. "We don't have to do this, Edward."
He said nothing, only stared at me with a torn expression on his surreally beautiful face. We stayed that way for an immeasurable period of time, and I eventually noticed that his phone had stopped ringing.
I hated this. I hated that he had to choose between his girlfriend, whom he could actually be with and hold, and me, someone who lived thousands of miles away. It was so unfair to him, and I knew it.
He continued to look at me with that same torn expression, and I closed my eyes to get away from it.
"You don't have to do this," I whispered, keeping my eyes closed so that I wouldn't have to look at him.
"Bella. Hey, look at me," he ordered softly, and I obeyed. "I want this. I've been wanting this for a long time, and I'm not going to back out now so I can regret it later." His mood shifted almost instantaneously, and a sexy crooked smile took over his flawless features. "Go get ready. I have big plans for you tonight."
Upon remembering what his "punishment" had entailed, butterflies erupted in my stomach, and I nodded speechlessly as I turned toward my suitcase. After depositing my clothes from today in a laundry bag I brought along, I grabbed the dress and shoes I had brought for clubbing and made my way into the bathroom to change.
I had taken a shower earlier that day and put a bit of curling cream in my hair, so there was no need to do anything more to it now. It fell around my shoulders in soft mahogany waves, framing my face nicely. I'd also shaved this morning, so the only thing left to do was my makeup. After lining my eyes with my favorite black eyeliner, I reached for my smoky color palette, expertly applying the shades in a way that made my brown eyes stand out more than usual. A bit of mascara, some blush, and a quick application of Chapstick later, I applied my lip stain for color that would stay on for hours. After all, there was no telling what I would be doing with my lips later this evening.
When everything else was done, I slid into my dress and turned to face the mirror, admiring the finished product. My makeup was flawless, my hair looked awesome, and the dress…oh, the dress. It was short, black, and tight, hugging every one of my curves and emphasizing ones I didn't even know I had. Spinning, I examined it from the back, pleased to find that my ass looked great. I slipped into my shoes, a pair of black, patent leather fuck-me heels, and faced the door. With a deep breath, I opened it, stepping out into the main room.
Edward was standing at the window, his back to me as he examined the busy street below. My eyes roamed his body, taking in his appearance as he stood before me. He was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans with a simple white v-neck t-shirt that hung off his back in the most delicious way. I wanted to sink my teeth into him.
I cleared my throat quietly and he spun to face me, and I followed his eyes as his gaze traveled up and down my body, drinking me in. His hungry expression combined with his careful stare made me tremble, and I felt my underwear grow damp as I stood there quietly.
The silence in the room was palpable, and after a few excruciatingly long seconds, he was the one to break it.
"Holy shit…" I smiled shyly at his rather unorthodox reaction, looking down at my feet.
"My sentiments exactly."
I heard him take a step, and when I looked up, he was a few feet closer, smiling beautifully back at me.
"Do we have to go out? I think I'd rather keep you locked in this room all night." The fire in his eyes danced, and I realized with a bit of embarrassment that my breathing had become slightly ragged.
"You can do whatever you want with me," I replied, biting my lip as I laughed nervously. "I believe that's stated in the rules. If you want to stay in…then we can."
He seemed to deliberate for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of each option before reaching out to take my hand, tugging me gently toward the door.
This was the first intentional physical contact we'd had, and I had to suppress a gasp as a tangible electric shock raced from my fingertips to every other nerve ending in my body. I glanced up at him curiously, raising an eyebrow in question as I squeezed his hand gently, lacing my fingers with his. He must have felt the same sort of electric current, because that crooked smile lifted one side of his mouth and he shrugged his shoulders lightly.
"So we're going out?" I ventured, although I already knew the answer. "What made you decide?" He released my hand momentarily, but only so he could grab his wallet off of the table and stick it in his back pocket. He reached for his cell phone next, and I couldn't believe my eyes when he held down the "end call" button, turning the phone off completely. I guess he didn't want any distractions tonight. The thought gave me goose bumps.
"What made me decide…" he began as he grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door, leading me down the hallway and into the elevator. "…was the idea of you looking so utterly fuckable for my eyes only. I want to take you out to a club so that every guy there can fantasize about being with you, and I can take pride in knowing that you're all mine." I shivered at his words, and it didn't escape his notice. "You like that, do you?" His voice was teasing now, and even without looking at him, I could hear the smirk that he wore on his lips. "You like the idea of belonging to me?"
I kept silent, knowing that if I spoke, my voice would give away just how much I did like the idea.
"Do you?" he probed further, using his free hand to lift my chin so that I had no choice but to meet his eyes.
"Yes," I admitted, the word coming out shakier than I would have liked. I loved the power that he had over me, but I hated that he knew about it. Upon hearing the vulnerability in my tone, his domineering smirk turned into a gentle smile, and his thumb brushed softly against my cheek. Another round of the electricity raced through my veins.
"Good. Because I'm going to make you mine in more ways than one tonight."
I couldn't speak as we made our way through the lobby and out to the street, not even when Edward hailed us a cab and told the driver to take us to 901 West Weed Street. We sat in the back seat in silence, although in the 20 minute ride, he only let go of my hand to put his hand on my knee.
I was really getting fed up with these fucking butterflies.
The cab pulled up outside a very trendy-looking night club, the letters above the door indicating that it was called Circus. There were several people standing around outside, puffing on cigarettes or having heated conversations on their cell phones.
The line, thankfully, wasn't very long, and we made it inside in virtually no time at all. It was hot inside, no doubt from the hundreds of people that were crowded on the dance floor, bumping and grinding to some song I'd never heard before. From what I could tell, the walls were painted in countless vibrant colors, but the flashing lights made it difficult to see. Edward reclaimed my hand and pulled me along toward the dance floor, leading me around and in between couples who were far too preoccupied with each other to notice us.
He stopped moving suddenly, having found a spot that pleased him, and released my hand before turning to face me, his eyes once again following a path from my face to my chest to my legs, then back up again. His gaze flickered to something behind me, but I paid no mind to it as he reached out to me, placing his hands on my hips. My heart took off, beating at a frantic pace as he spun me around so that my back was to him, then pulling me flush against his body. I couldn't breathe as he began to move his hips, grinding against my ass in time with the song while his hands led me ever so slightly, giving me direction.
"Come on, love. Give me something to work with." His breath was hot on the side of my face, and I realized then that I was basically unresponsive, doing nothing as he moved behind me. I swiveled my hips in time with his, and apparently this pleased him, because his grip on me tightened.
"That's it, baby. Just like that."
I knew we were only talking about dancing, but his words were making me hot as hell. Not to mention the fact that we were on a crowded dance floor, grinding so close together that you couldn't fit a sheet of paper between us. The song changed then, and the tempo was much faster than the previous one. I gyrated more vigorously against him, and his head dropped down so his lips were beside my ear.
"You're pretty damn good at this." I laughed breathlessly, continuing my movements.
"You're not so bad yourself."
"I told you I was a good grinder, didn't I?" I rolled my eyes dramatically, my right arm snaking up behind me, coming to rest on the back of Edward's head. Taking a fistful of his hair, I ground harder against him, eliciting a hiss from his lips.
"You did. And you weren't lying."
My breathing had turned to panting by now, and we continued our dance, moving with and against each other, igniting fires within one another's bodies. I could feel his very prominent arousal each time he moved his hips a certain way, and the knowledge that I could do this to him was empowering, driving me to move faster as the music drowned out the sound of my blood pounding in my veins.
"I kind of want to beat the shit out of that guy over there." Edward's voice in my ear a short while later startled me, and I flinched in surprise, my hand tightening in his hair. "Um, ouch." He chuckled then, his hands flexing against my hips. "Maybe you could save the hair pulling for later?"
"Sorry," I muttered, releasing my grip on his hair and placing my hands over his on my hips. "Now what were you saying about some guy?"
"Oh, right. That guy over there. The one wearing the green shirt, dancing with that slutty-looking girl in the white dress." It didn't take me long to pinpoint the exact man he was talking about. Or rather, the girl he was dancing with. Her makeup was done up so that she looked like a porn star, and her dress could barely be called a dress at all. It was a white sheath of fabric with holes cut out all over it, leaving more skin revealed than covered. The man himself wasn't bad looking, but he was no Edward. He was probably in his mid-twenties, clean-shaven and with brown hair cropped close to his head. I couldn't make out anything else under the flashing lights…other than the fact that he was looking straight at me.
"Yeah, I see him. What's the big deal?"
"He's been watching you since we started dancing. I don't like it."
I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my lips.
"What?" He demanded, seemingly irritated that I wasn't creeped out by this dance floor voyeur.
"Darling, I thought the whole point of this little outing was so you could flaunt me around in front of other guys."
"Well, it was at first…but that idea worked a lot better in theory than in practice." I looked back at him, my eyebrows raised in suspicion. "What? That wasn't the only reason I wanted to bring you here."
"Oh yeah? What was the other reason?" His eyes darkened noticeably, and my legs seemed to turn to Jell-O as he smirked at me.
"I wanted an excuse to do this in public." He thrust his hips forward against my ass, and I felt his now extremely obvious erection press into me. My panties were getting extremely uncomfortable by this point, and a sigh of longing escaped my lips as my head fell backwards to rest on his shoulder. I felt his satisfied chuckle rather than heard it.
"That creep is still looking over here. What do you say we give him something a little more to look at?"
Before I could ask what he meant, he surprised me by touching his lips to the bare skin of my shoulder. Lifting my head slightly, I cast a sideways glance at him, biting my lip to hold back the sound of approval that was bubbling up in my throat. He met my gaze without ever removing his mouth from my skin, and the look in his eyes was enough to make my stomach twist into a knot of nervous anticipation.
We still hadn't ceased our gyrations, and the feel of his lips continuing up my shoulder to my neck only seemed to amplify the sensations caused by our dancing. When he reached the side of my throat, he nipped at my skin with his teeth before sucking it gently into his mouth. This time, I couldn't help the moan that escaped me, and it only seemed to spur him on. He pulled away briefly, but when he touched me again, it wasn't his lips that made contact with my skin. His tongue trailed lightly up the side of my neck, and I shivered violently as he reached my earlobe, biting down gently on the sensitive flesh.
"You're killing me, Edward," I managed to gasp, leaning my head to the side to give him better access to the expanse of my throat. He laughed seductively, licking the outer rim of my ear.
"Yeah, well your reactions are killing me. Do I get to take you home yet?"
"Whenever you want."
He paused for a moment, thinking it through before shaking his head.
"No, not yet. I'm not quite finished provoking our friend over there."
The man in green must have known that we were discussing him, because when I looked over at him once more, he wore a scowl on his face and had stopped moving, letting his scantily-clad date molest him as he stood motionless.
"Let's see…" Edward continued, speaking against my skin. "Whatever shall I do to you next?" His hands moved down from their place on my hips, skimming down my thighs before slowly making their way back up my body. They moved past my hips, my waist, his fingertips just barely grazing the side of my breasts, and then finally came to rest on my shoulders. Then, faster than I could comprehend, he spun me so that we were face to face…or face to chest, rather. He was several inches taller than I was, which left his upper torso at my eye level. Not that I minded at all. My sudden spin combined with my high heels left me feeling off-balance, and I placed my hands on his waist to steady myself, anchoring my body to his. We had stopped moving, and Edward raised his eyebrows as I looked up into his surreally perfect face.
"Shall we dance?" he asked, a wicked glint in his eyes.
We began moving together once more, slowly at first, but increasing our tempo as the song played on. His hips were flush against mine, and the sensations that shot through me with each one of his movements made it hard to think, much less concentrate on controlling my own body.
So I didn't concentrate. Instead, I closed my eyes and let the music dictate each motion I made. I could feel nothing other than Edward's hands moving down my body and the bass thundering in my chest like a second heartbeat, driving me to grind harder against him. I did feel, however, when he slipped one of his legs between both of mine and planted his broad hand on the small of my back, pulling me closer. Opening my eyes so that I could look into his, I flashed a coy smile and rolled my hips up into his, grinding down on his thigh in the process. The friction made me gasp, and I rested my forehead against his chest as I repeated the same move again and again, trying to alleviate some of the ache that had been forming between my legs since we started dancing.
"You are easily the sexiest thing I've ever seen." His voice was slightly husky, rough with what I assumed was desire, and I looked up at him to see that he was staring at me intently, his eyes dark and full of lust.
"What can I say? You bring out the best in me."
He laughed softly, lowering his face slowly toward mine. The butterflies fluttered wildly in my stomach as I held my breath, positive that he was finally going to kiss me. I could feel his breath fan across my face, warm and sweet and Edward, and my eyes drifted shut as I waited for his touch.
It never came.
Instead, he rested his forehead against mine, and I opened my eyes, watching him while he watched me. We moved together effortlessly, one of his hands resting on my ass while the other gripped my hip tightly, leading me in my movements. My right hand was in his hair once again, and I had a handful of his shirt in my left. His face was almost unbearably close to mine, and the urge to close the distance between us and press my lips to his was overwhelming.
After another long moment of this, I had to say something.
"Edward…" My voice sounded weak in my own ears, desperate with longing. Edward's eyes grew impeccably darker as he heard me, his breath coming more quickly against my skin as he brought his face closer.
Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me.
His lips brushed over mine once, twice, and again, barely touching me as he whispered my name.
I couldn't take it anymore. I threw my arms around his neck, pulling his face the rest of the way down so that I could crush my mouth to his, and he responded with enthusiasm, his arms wrapping so tightly around my waist that I was nearly lifted right of the ground. I moaned my approval into his mouth as his lips caressed mine gently but passionately, his taste unlike anything I'd ever encountered. We kissed long and hard, and although my lungs were burning from the lack of oxygen, I held him tighter, determined to stay connected to him this way as long as I could. Much to my dismay, he broke away from me, but his lips never left contact with my skin as they skimmed along my jaw from my chin to my ear.
"I'm going to take you back to the hotel now." My heart thumped unevenly in my chest, and I suddenly became hyperaware of how soaked my underwear were.
"Please."
He disentangled my body from his and took my hand, leading me out of the mob of people currently inhabiting the dance floor. The dirty look we received as we made our way past the man in the green didn't escape my notice, and it only seemed to brighten Edward's mood. He flashed the man a shit-eating grin and a wink as he released my hand and wrapped his arm protectively around my waist.
"Did you see his face?" I laughed as I stood outside the club, enveloped in Edward's strong embrace. "It must have really set him off when you kissed me in there."
He smiled warmly down at me, and I was so completely awed by the beauty of his grin that I was surprised to find that he was slowly closing the distance between us. Dipping his head toward mine, he caught my lips in the softest of kisses, his mouth lingering for only a second before he pulled away and touched his lips to my nose.
"That kiss wasn't for his benefit, my dear." His voice was low and seductive, and I swear I grew wetter from the mere sound of it. "That kiss was for me."
He hailed us a cab then, ushering me into the back seat before sliding in beside me, enfolding me in his arms once more as he informed the cabbie of our destination. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he placed his fingertips under my chin and gently tilted my head so that it was at a better angle for him to kiss me from. And kiss me he did. He took my bottom lip between both of his, surprising me when he nipped at it with his teeth, then parting his own lips so that he could slide his tongue along my skin. I knotted my fingers in his hair, tugging lightly on the bronze strands as I opened my mouth in compliance, touching the tip of my tongue to his. A groan ripped from his throat, and I shivered at the sound, throwing one of my legs over his lap in a desperate attempt to get as close to him as I could. Yes, I was perfectly aware that we were in the back of a cab, driving through the streets of Chicago, and this wasn't exactly proper behavior for the given situation. But with Edward's mouth on mine and his hands holding onto my hips, I was having a very difficult time caring. At least the cabbie was turning the other cheek. He didn't make a peep the entire ride to the hotel, so I assumed that he was simply pretending not to notice us, a pretty challenging task considering the noises we were making.
When the car finally stopped in front of our hotel, Edward paid our fare, as well as adding a hefty tip for the driver's ignorance of our activities. Slamming the door shut, he grabbed my hand, practically dragging me through the lobby and into the elevator, where he wrapped his arms tightly around my body before pressing his mouth to mine feverishly, his hands seemingly everywhere at once. My face, my hair, the small of my back, my ass…and I stood as close to him as possible, our bodies touching from head to toe.
Someone cleared their throat, and I wrenched myself away from Edward's lips, looking around in confusion to see who produced the sound. An elderly couple was crushed into the back right corner of the elevator, their eyes wide with shock as they stood as far from us as humanly possible.
I blushed furiously, immediately stepping out of Edward's embrace, the only remaining contact being our hands clasped tightly between us.
"Sorry about that," Edward called to the couple, flashing a dazzling smile in their direction. The man scowled, but the woman flushed a delicate shade of pink and averted her eyes to the ground, no doubt affected by Edward's charm.
If she only knew how I felt.
After a few seconds, Edward leaned over, placing his lips against the outer shell of my ear.
"When we get back to the room, I'm going to fuck you until your throat is raw from screaming my name. Do you understand me?" His voice was soft seduction, and a barely-audible whimper escaped through my lips at the sound. "Good."
The elevator stopped on the second floor, and the elderly couple rushed out, their eyes on the ground. As soon as the doors shut behind them, Edward gripped my waist tightly, pushing me back against the elevator wall as he captured my lips once more, not bothering to hesitate before thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I accepted him greedily, my own hands moving to take fistfuls of his shirt while he kissed me hungrily.
The ding of the elevator sounded through the air, and before I could even take a breath, Edward had pulled me out of the elevator and we were halfway down the hall to our room. As the door came into view, my heart stopped before picking up again in double-time, pounding so hard in my chest that I was sure even Edward could hear it. He swiftly pulled the key card for the room out of his pocket and swiped it through the scanner, and I watched the green light flash as the door unlocked and was flung open. He ushered me inside before following me through the door and shutting it behind us, sealing us into the room. As he turned to me then, I saw that his eyes were emerald fire, burning holes through the dress that was starting to feel far too heavy on my skin. Pushing away whatever uncertainty that was left in me, I walked to the door, sliding the chain lock into place before flashing a seductive smile at Edward.
"Just in case Alice and Rose decide to come back before we're decent."
Before I could even register what was happening, Edward's hands were on my shoulders, and he spun me around, pressing my back forcefully against the wall by the door. All the air whooshed out of my lungs as I made contact with the wall, and before I could fully catch my breath, Edward was kissing me. My lips, my cheeks, my eyelids, my jaw… He moved slowly down my neck to right above my left collarbone, sucking harshly on the tender flesh before biting down on it, drawing a sharp cry of pain and pleasure from my lips.
"Shhh," he murmured against my skin, his tongue darting out to trail along my collarbone. "If you keep carrying on like that, the neighbors are going to complain about the noise. We wouldn't want to get thrown out, now would we?" With that, he reattached his mouth to the same spot, the gentle suction and occasional nip of his teeth driving me crazy.
When he finally pulled away, he glanced down at my throat, a breathtaking triumphant smile making its way onto his flawless face. I guessed what he was looking at, and I rolled my eyes as a chuckle left my lips.
"You gave me a hickey, didn't you?" His smile brightened, and he leaned down to press a tender kiss to the spot on my neck.
"Mhm. It looks good on you." He kissed his way back up my throat to the corner of my mouth, his lips soft as a whisper against my face. "I might have to think about leaving a few more in other various pl--." He didn't get a chance to finish, because right then I leaned forward and caught his mouth in a rough, demanding kiss, determined to prove to him that I wasn't about to let him have complete control of this evening's activities. He groaned into my mouth, fisting my hair in his hands and pulling my face closer to his in an almost savage manner. My heart pounded out a jagged rhythm as I kissed him with everything I had, pushing my tongue into his mouth to swirl it around his, savoring the taste of him.
I vaguely registered the feel of his hands moving out of my hair and trailing down to my upper back, his fingers fumbling with something there. Cool air washed over my skin, and I realized with a start that he had unzipped my dress, peeling the dark material off of my body and letting it fall to the ground. Although I'd been almost naked in front of him only hours ago, I couldn't stop the blush from flooding my cheeks as he pulled away from my lips and stepped away, his eyes roaming up and down my body, seemingly scrutinizing every minute detail. And as unsettling as his gaze was, it made me impossibly wet.
His fingertips brushed along my skin, leaving a trail of fire and goose bumps in their wake while I stood motionless against the wall, watching him watch me as his hands ghosted up my arms and slid my bra straps off my shoulders. I was breathing so hard that in the back of my mind, I was concerned about hyperventilation, but the look in Edward's eyes made me forget about everything except the way his hands felt on my body.
Then, in one swift move, his hand reached behind me, quickly unfastening the clasp on my bra and pulling the offensive garment off. Once my arms were free, he dropped it to the ground before reaching for me, his fingers tentatively stroking my newly exposed flesh. When one of his fingertips grazed my nipple, I shuddered and bit my lip, becoming increasingly aware of the throbbing ache between my thighs and the fact that I was now wearing only my underwear and my black pumps. If I had thought that Edward's eyes had contained evidence of his hunger for me before, it was nothing compared to the way they looked right now. In the light that came through the window from the streetlamps below, I could see that his irises had darkened to the point of almost being black, and, call me crazy, but I swore that I saw sparks of electricity in his eyes as he devoured me with one look.
"Jesus Christ. Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are?"
I couldn't find the words to answer him.
"God, just looking at you makes me hard."
Tell me about it. As he moved closer to me, trapping me between his body and the wall, I could feel his hardened length pressing against my lower stomach. The prospect of being the cause of his arousal excited me beyond belief, and I pressed my legs together, desperate for any sort of friction to quench the ache there.
All too soon, he backed away. I opened my mouth to protest, but quickly snapped it shut when he kicked his shoes off and grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head and tossing it to the floor.
Hello again, Edward's abs. How I've missed you.
I couldn't suppress a groan as I took in his beautiful body, knowing that it would be pinning me down on the bed shortly. Edward flashed me that goddamned crooked grin as his hands moved down to pop the button on his jeans before slowly pulling the zipper downward and pushing his pants down his legs. He stepped out of them, removing his socks in the process, and straightened up, locking eyes with me.
We stood there for a long moment, both of our chests heaving with the force of the ragged breaths escaping our lips as we stared each other down, each of us daring the other to make the first move.
It surprised me when he was the one to cave.
"I want you."
"Then take me."
Needing no further prompting, he grabbed me by my hips and lifted me up so that my face was on his level, and I took this opportunity to wrap my legs around his waist, letting him carry me over to the bed that we had claimed as ours. I released my hold on him and scooted to the center of the queen-sized bed, a pout forming on my lips when I realized that he was walking over to his suitcase in the corner rather than joining me.
"Where are you going?"
He bent over the suitcase, and I got a fabulous view of his delicious-looking ass. Too bad he turned around right then and caught me staring.
"Calm down, dear. I'm just getting some prophylactics. You know… protection." I rolled my eyes at the way he undermined my intelligence.
"I know what a prophylactic is, Edward." He just laughed at me as he continued to rummage in his bag.
"Of course you do. I forgot that you were a nerd."
"Hey! I'm not a—" Just then, he found what he was looking for, and I watched as he pulled a box of condoms out of his suitcase. A whole fucking box.
Holy shit.
"I see that someone was hoping to get lucky."
He ripped a small strip off and threw the box back into his bag, zipping it up before making his way back over to me.
"Bella, we've had over a year of foreplay. You're damn right I was hoping." He placed the condoms on the bedside table before crawling onto the bed and positioning his hands on either side of my head, hovering over me. I propped myself up on my elbows and kissed him passionately, tracing his bottom lip with my tongue before collapsing back onto the pillows with a sigh. When I looked up at him again, I noticed that he wore a thoughtful expression on his face.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked, tracing his jaw with my index finger. He smiled at me then, his mischievous smirk causing me to swallow hard.
"I was thinking that, since we've waited for over a year…a few more minutes of foreplay couldn't possibly hurt."
"I wholeheartedly agree."
With that same devilish grin still on his lips, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to the side of my throat, scooting down on the bed to give himself better access to the rest of my body. Lifting my head slightly off the pillow, I watched as he trailed his lips across my collarbone, moving down to the valley between my breasts without ever taking his eyes off of me. I let my head fall back onto the bed and closed my eyes as I let the sensations that Edward's lips were creating consume me like a fire.
Suddenly I felt his tongue flick over my nipple, and I gasped in shock and pleasure as he sucked it into his mouth, my back arching up off the bed in an attempt to push myself closer to him.
"Son of a bitch, Edward. Oh, God."
I felt him chuckle against me, and I lifted my head, watching as he pulled away and blew cool air across my skin, his eyes locked with mine. He knew exactly what he was doing to me, and he was eating that shit up. Giving me one last lick, he moved to the other side, repeating his ministrations from only moments before while I moaned my approval and fisted the duvet cover in my hands. When he felt that he had done an adequate job of worshiping my breasts with his mouth, his hands ventured down my torso, his lips not far behind. He kissed his way down my stomach, his tongue trailing lazily across my skin and dipping into my belly button before he continued further down my stomach, stopping right above the waistband of my panties and glancing up at me with a hungry look in his eyes.
"Fuck, Bella. I can smell you."
"Edward…" My voice was weak and pleading, and in that one word I begged him to touch me, to take me, to make me his. He inhaled deeply through his nose, his eyes never leaving mine.
"You smell amazing. I want to taste you."
"Please."
It seemed like I barely had time to blink and he was off of me, kneeling at the foot of the bed as he gently grabbed my left leg by the calf, lifting it carefully off of the bed and bending my knee. He pressed a soft kiss to the inside of my ankle while he slowly slid my shoe off of my foot, throwing it to the floor where it landed with a muted thud. After repeating the same actions on my other ankle, he placed his hands on my hips, hooking his fingers under the sides of my panties and giving a slight tug upward, letting me know what he wanted me to do. I obediently lifted my hips so that he could slide my panties down over the curve of my ass, and I watched in silent fascination as he slid them the rest of the way down my legs and tossed them to the floor with a flick of his wrist. He swallowed hard as he looked at me, and I became painfully aware of the fact that I was completely naked, sprawled on the bed under his intense stare. It frightened and excited me at the same time, and my entire body trembled lightly as he put his hands on my knees and pushed them apart, spreading my legs and leaning down to press a kiss to the top of my mound. I whimpered.
"May I?" I was fairly positive that he already knew what my reply would be, but I loved that he had been gentlemanly enough to ask for permission anyway. I nodded my head vigorously, conveying with actions what I was unable to form words for.
"No no, love. I'm going to need to hear you say it. Out loud." His tongue traced patterns where his lips had been just seconds before, and the sensation made me gasp for air. "Now I'm going to ask you again. May I, Bella?"
"Yes," I gasped, my hands gripping the duvet so tightly that I was positive that my knuckles were turning white. "Edward, please."
"Good girl." The words were barely out of his mouth when I felt him take one long lick up the slit of my center, his tongue warm and wet and oh God, and as he used his fingers to part my lips and take another lick, I felt hot and cold all over. Shivers wracked my frame, and my head thrashed from side to side as he found my clit and flicked his tongue over it again and again and again and again, and I couldn't think and I couldn't breathe and I couldn't do anything but lay there in complete and utter bliss as he worked his magic between my thighs.
The muscles in my lower abdomen clenched, and I couldn't believe that those few careful ministrations with his tongue had already brought me so close to the edge that I felt about ready to fall over at any second.
"Holy shit, you taste divine." If his words weren't enough to drive me crazy, what he did next surely was. Slowly, cautiously, he pushed one finger into my entrance, a low hiss leaving his lips. "So tight…and wet. Fuck, you are absolutely dripping for me." He curled his finger forward, and I cried out into the dark room as I involuntarily clenched around him.
"Unh…oh, fuck…so good."
He pulled his finger almost completely out of me before pushing back in once more, almost unbearably slowly, and I wanted to yell and scream and tell him to give me more, faster, harder…but as if he could read my mind, he began pumping his finger in and out of me in a perfect, heavenly, mind-blowing rhythm, his tongue making small circles around my clit the entire time. The pleasure was so intense that I thought I would burst into tears on the spot from the sheer power of his touch, but I held it all together, my muscles clenching the entire time.
"Edward…I…shit…so close…"
His fingers picked up their pace, moving in and out at a brilliant speed that left my head reeling and my breath coming in short gasps as he sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue circling it the entire time. I shut my eyes against the onslaught of sensation, willing myself to hold out just a bit longer.
"Look at me, Bella." The vibration of his voice against my center was almost too much, and I felt my walls clench around his finger once more, alerting him to my pending orgasm. I opened my eyes, and seeing him there between my legs was nearly enough to make me come right then, but I gritted my teeth and met his eyes. "I want you to come for me. On my hand, in my mouth…can you do that?" I nodded my head, and he raised his eyebrow as he pushed his finger harder into me. I moaned. Loudly. "What did I say before, my dear? You have to say it. Can you come for me, Bella?"
"Fuck! Yes. Yes, I can come."
"Good."
With that, he thrust another finger into my core and bit down lightly on my clit, and I came apart in a fit of clenching muscles and animalistic groans and lights flashing brightly behind my eyelids as his fingers kept moving inside me and his tongue on my heated flesh helped me ride out what was, without a doubt, the most intense orgasm of my life. Not to mention my first orgasm that wasn't self-induced. I barely recognized the sounds that came from my lips as I came down from my high, and as the last waves of my release subsided, I lay sated on the pillows, my hands still holding onto the covers for dear life.
I was nowhere near fully recovered when Edward jumped off the bed and tore his boxers down his legs in one swift movement, but the sight of him in all of his fully-naked glory left me ready and yearning for him all over again. His dick was long and thick, and I swallowed rather loudly as I studied him carefully, wondering how in God's name he was going to fit inside me. I watched in awe as he ripped open a condom packet with his teeth and rolled the condom onto his length before joining me on the bed once again, his hands finding purchase on the pillows on either side of my head. He smiled warmly down at me before he leaned down to hover above me on his elbows, pressing a searing kiss to my mouth. I groaned as I tasted myself on his lips, my fingers knotting in his hair and pulling him as close as I could without sinking into his skin, and he kissed me back as his hips shifted against mine, aligning himself with my entrance.
I whimpered into his mouth, and he pulled away, looking deeply into my eyes.
"You're still a virgin." It wasn't a question. He knew almost everything there was to know about me, so he was able to state this fact with confidence. I didn't respond. Instead, I bit my lip and looked away from him, knowing that the blush staining my cheeks was a dead giveaway to my embarrassment. The feel of his fingertips on my cheek surprised me, and I reluctantly met his eyes.
"Bella, there is nothing wrong with that, do you hear me? I just want to make sure that you really, truly want this. There's no going back afterwards, and although I know I'm not going to regret a single moment with you, I want to make sure that you don't regret this later." He kissed me again, and I closed my eyes tightly as a wave of emotion rolled through me, leaving me on the verge of tears.
No. I would not be one of those girls that cries before, during, or after her first time. So I held it in, opening my eyes as he pulled away from my lips.
"Bella? Are you sure that you want this?"
I cleared my throat before speaking, just to be on the safe side.
"I'm positive. I've never wanted anything more in my life."
It was true. I wanted Edward more than I wanted air. More than food, or shelter, or water, or life itself. In fact, it went way beyond want. I fucking needed him. Now.
His response was a gentle smile that made those stupid butterflies erupt in my stomach, and I suddenly became very aware of the fact that the tip of his length was currently pressed against my center. Dropping his head to rest on my shoulder, he kissed the side of my neck before whispering roughly in my ear.
"Please…please stop me if I hurt you."
I nodded my head, clenching my eyes shut and holding my breath as I felt him shift his hips forward, pressing his tip carefully into my entrance, stopping to give me time to adjust to his size. I gritted my teeth against the pain as he pushed a little farther into me, willing myself to be strong and endure this discomfort in order to reap the benefits that would surely follow. He was nearly half way inside when I felt him hit some sort of barrier and stop short, looking down at me with an apologetic expression before swiftly sliding himself the rest of the way into me. For a split second, it felt as though my body was being ripped in half, and the sudden flare of pain caught me off guard. There was stretching and pulling and pressure, and a dull ache that made me feel like my insides were bruised, and I couldn't stop from crying out in pain before I caught my lip between my teeth to silence myself.
"Bella?! Oh, God, I've hurt you. I'm so sorry, Bella. I thought that—that if I just went quickly, it wouldn't hurt you as much…Shit, I'm such an idiot. We don't have to do this—" He began pulling out of me, and although the sensation made me want to cringe, I grabbed his shoulders, holding him still.
"No. Stay."
"But—but I'm hurting you."
"It's my first time, idiot." I couldn't help the laugh that escaped me, and he groaned as my body shook underneath him, doing funny things to where we were connected. "It's supposed to hurt."
"I don't want to hurt you." His words said one thing, but the fire in his eyes told me that he'd love nothing more than to keep going.
"Just give me a minute to adjust. In case you hadn't noticed, you're kind of huge." It was his turn to laugh now, and as he caught his breath, he leaned down and captured my lips in the sweetest kiss we'd shared that evening.
"Way to boost my ego, woman." I smiled against his lips.
"I imagine it's the size of a small country now."
We stayed that way for a few moments, his cock firmly embedded inside me while lips teased mine gently, sweetly, tenderly. When I felt the pain begin to subside, I swiveled my hips under him, getting used to the feeling of him buried in my warmth. There was still pressure and a little bit of pain, but as I moved my hips against his, I was rewarded with a surprising zing of pleasure that left me trembling. Edward responded to my movements with a shaky exhale, and I gave him one more peck on the lips before relaxing onto the bed.
All I had to do was give him a pointed look, and he knew that I was ready. He pulled out most of the way before pushing himself back in, and although it still hurt a bit, I was able to feel the pleasure in his movements as tiny shockwaves rocketed through my body.
"Holy fuck, Bella. You're so fucking tight, it's insane."
He continued his slow thrusts again and again, setting a steady rhythm between us as my hands ventured down his back, feeling his muscles bunching and releasing as he pushed and pulled himself over me time and time again. The pain was all but gone, and each time his hips collided with mine, I drowned in a new wave of ecstasy. Unable to keep my head above the surface any longer baby, I can't breathe I surrendered to the sensations and was surprised when a high-pitched moan ripped from my lips, echoing around the room as Edward quickened his pace, my noises driving him to move faster.
"Oh, Edward."
He grunted as he sheathed himself inside me yet again, sweat forming on his brow as he moved sinuously above me.
"Fuck, Bella. Say my name again." He grabbed my leg, throwing it over his shoulder as he continued his blissful assault on my body abuse me, please, pounding into me slightly harder than before.
"Edward! Shit…you feel so fucking good."
"Damn it, baby. I'm not going to last long. You're just…oh, fuck."
Feeling empowered by the idea that Edward was enjoying this as much as I was, I began lifting my hips each time he pushed into me, allowing him to reach new depths with every single thrust. He rocked into me, and I lifted up, sliding along his length as he moved up and down and everywhere and I couldn't imagine that anything could feel this perfect and amazing and fuck me, he's brilliant incredible. I was close to thrashing underneath him as he pounded me hard and deep, the perfection of each one of his movements consuming me like a fire raging through my veins as I wrapped my other leg around his hips to pull him closer I want you under my skin and we moved together perfectly in a dance of lust and passion your heartbeat is like fucking music as our bodies slid and bumped and ground against each other.
"Bella." His voice was sandpaper in my ear, and I moaned in response, twisting my hips up into him as he reached down to put his thumb on my clit oh fuck yes please, circling it slowly. "I'm close. Come with me, beautiful."
He rubbed me frantically now, and I was dying bury me alive, baby with the electricity shot through every cell in my body when he thrust into me. My muscles tightened and I could feel my walls clenching around his length as he pounded me viciously, and when he pressed his thumb down hard on my bundle of nerves, I came apart underneath him. My back arched off the bed and my head fell to the side as I raked my fingernails down his back, a sharp sound of passion leaving my lips as I came hard around him. Not a second later, I felt him shudder and tense on top of me, exploding deep inside my body as my own orgasm milked him for everything he had.
After one final thrust, he collapsed on top of me, his skin slick with perspiration and hot from exertion as he wrapped his arms around my frame, holding me to him without ever pulling out of my body. We lay in silence, trying to catch our breath and just holding each other as tightly as we could, trying to memorize the feel of being pressed so intimately together.
I was nearly asleep when he finally spoke.
"Bella, I don't know what to say…"
"Then don't say anything," I murmured against his chest, letting the steady thud of his heartbeat lull me to sleep.
"But you were…that was…"
"Incredible?"
"Well…yeah." I chuckled sleepily, whimpering slightly as he pulled out of me and stood up from the bed.
"Where are you going?" Turning back toward the bed, he placed a gentle kiss on my forehead before making his way toward the bathroom. I watched him walk, admiring the way his muscles moved underneath his smooth skin as he crossed the room.
"I'm just going to get cleaned up really quick. I'll be back out in a minute." He stepped into the bathroom, and I rolled over onto my back, staring up at the ceiling.
I just lost my virginity. To Edward. And it was perfect.
The sound of the shower running caught my attention, and I peeked over at the bathroom door, surprised to see that Edward hadn't bothered to shut it the whole way. My mind wandered into the bathroom then, imagining what he would look like under the spray, water running in rivulets down his perfect body. I couldn't suppress a groan, and I glanced over to the bedside table where the strip of condoms still sat, practically begging to be used.
Who was I to deny their desperate pleas?
I stood slowly from the bed and grabbed one of the small foil packages, tiptoeing to the bathroom before slipping in and shutting the door behind me.
***
Hours later, Edward and I lay sated and spent under the covers on our bed while I lightly traced the scratches I had left on his back earlier. Above the scratches, there were angry red patches of skin, rubbed raw from the carpet on the floor of the hotel room. I felt bad that he had sustained so many injuries during our passionate romps, but he claimed that he didn't mind in the least.
A light snore left his lips, and I smiled over at him, reaching to push his unruly hair off of his forehead while he slept soundly next to me. He was too perfect.
I heard a key card slide through the door, and it opened to Alice and Rosalie stepping through, throwing their coats onto the chair sitting at the table (which Edward and I had christened) and changing into nightclothes. One of them made their way into the bathroom, and a few minutes later emerged, seemingly holding back a laugh.
"Well?" Although the voice was barely a whisper, I recognized it immediately as Rosalie's.
"Judging by all the rubbers in the bathroom trashcan, I'm guessing that it happened."
"It's about fucking time," Rose muttered, and I could hear the eye roll behind her words. "They've been eye-fucking since we picked him up yesterday." Alice giggled quietly in the dark.
"Well, Rose. Our girl finally got some. I'm so proud." They both laughed at this, and Edward mumbled in his sleep, rolling onto his back.
A few minutes of silence passed before they spoke again.
"What do you think is going to happen when we leave? I mean, he has to stay here."
"I wish I could tell you, Al. But it'll all work itself out somehow."
"I hope you're right."
The room fell quiet after that, and it wasn't long before I heard labored breathing coming from their side of the room.
Sadness tugged at my heart and my eyes burned with tears as I realized that in a few days' time, I would be heading back home, not knowing when I would see Edward again. Online conversation and phone calls had sufficed up until this point, but what was I supposed to do now that I had seen his face and felt his body against mine? Could I go back to the way things were before, when the only communication that passed between us was hindered by some sort of electronic device?
To be perfectly honest, I wasn't sure if I could. But I would try.
With a deep sigh, I closed my eyes and curled up against Edward's side, resting my head on his chest and praying that I had all the strength I would need to watch him vanish in the rearview mirror.
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