A/N Takes place the last few weeks of junior year, a few weeks before summer, and after Bella and Edward returned from Phoenix. No one really knows *how close* Bella and Edward are, but Mike will soon find out.
A bit of naughty Mike Newton - and Jessica too. And B and E as well, as they are the stars of the show. Of course, Ms Meyer owns all. Rated M for adult themes, lemons and mature content.
Mike Newton walked slowly back into the boys locker room, grumbling to himself about how unfair life was. Cullen, that freak, had gotten Bella: the only girl that Mike wanted. How the hell was that fair?
Sure, Mike had Jessica as a stand-in when he wanted; but she didn't compare at all to the beauty and mystery that was Bella Swan. Her deep brown eyes, brimming with secrets. Her soft pink lips, plump and inviting. Her hair, like the finest, waviest silk, each strand scented with an alluring mixture of strawberries and rain. Her body… God her body… thin, but with curves in all the right places, and the softest, creamiest skin he had ever seen - like ivory and roses, pale with an inner glow. When her cheeks flamed red, which they seemed to do with regularity around Cullen, it was like watching red wine spreading on the finest white satin.
And that wasn't all, oh no. She had a beautiful, flowing neck that was graceful and long, framed by her mahogany hair. And she had beautifully defined, thin shoulders and extremely feminine collarbones. Her breasts, while not large, were ample, and rode high on her chest, indicating firmness. She usually wore loose clothing and a hoodie, but Mike remembered one afternoon when it was unseasonably warm, and she wore nothing but a white halter top with spaghetti straps and a pair of ass-hugging skinny jeans that fit her like a second skin. After school, she got caught in the rain, and her nipples were clearly visible through that halter – dark pink, taut, and delicious looking, as they poked through her soaked shirt; and for a brief minute – until Cullen ushered her into his passenger seat – Mike stared at her slack jawed with fantasies of sucking on those delicate nubs as she moaned his name; her long legs wrapped around his torso, her small hands fisted into his hair, her gasps and moans – all the shit she does with Cullen. The fantasy was brief, but powerful, and Mike thought of it often. Now, with only 10 days of school remaining until Summer, Mike was feeling that his time was running out.
As Mike stood in front of his locker, fantasizing about Bella, Casey Duncan, another Junior that, in Mike's opinion, was far too centered on Bella and didn't have a chance in hell – get in line, buddy - came running through the door, eyes wide with excitement, breath coming in heavy gasps.
"Hey, everyone – Bella fell and hit her head really hard! She's blacked out or something!"
In a flash, Cullen was out the door, pushing past a startled Casey. Several other boys followed, eager to see what trouble klutzy Bella got into this time. It was no secret that she was quite possibly the most uncoordinated girl in the school, having almost daily bouts of tripping, falling, banging into walls, and making a spectacle of herself. Even excused from having to participate from gym and sitting on the damn bleachers with that damn leg cast, she managed to hurt herself! Mike would normally be the first one to run to Bella's assistance, but no doubt that Cullen was already hovering over her, tending to her and cuddling her up.
As Mike walked past the last row of lockers before heading out, he noticed that Cullen's locker was not completely closed, and his clothes and books were still inside. Curious, Mike peeked into the locker, getting his first glimpse into Edward Cullen's personal world.
Not wanting to get caught, Mike peeked out of the gym door, only to see a large crowd in a circle at the far end of the gym. No doubt Bella was at the center of that circle, probably with Cullen right there with her. Mike had some time to snoop.
Sneaking back into the locker room, he went back to the locker, and took the neat, folded clothes from the pile. He glanced at the labels, not recognizing them. Designer, he thought. Probably from Europe. He moved them closer to his face, getting a whiff of something that smelled good. Figures that Cullen has an expensive cologne. Bella must like it, I should try and find out what it is.
Putting them aside, Mike next looked at the remaining contents of the locker. An expensive looking wallet, keys, and the cuff with the weird symbol that he usually wore were tucked into the pants pocket. Mike opened the wallet, staring in disbelief at the fat roll of 100's in there. There had to be at least twenty or thirty 100's, and another ten or fifteen 20's and 10's. Rich freaks. Every one of them.
Feeling glum – how the hell am I supposed to compete with this - Mike stuffed the wallet back into the pants pocket. The final items were books. Biology, History, and an unmarked black journal. Curiously, Mike reached for the journal, and opened it up at a random page.
…she didn't want to talk anymore. Her hands were in my hair, tugging, pulling me closer. As she gasped for breath, I kissed along her jawline, up and down it's delicate frame, up to her ear. She shivered as I blew slowly on the wetness left behind my kissing trail, and I let my hands wander down her sides, to the soft line of skin left uncovered by her bunched shirt. Her breasts pushed tighter against my naked chest, her nipples hard and poking against me through the thin fabric of her nightshirt.
I growled as I felt her hands leave my hair and gently scratch down my chest…
Holy shit! Mike slammed the book shut, grasping it tightly in his hands. A fucking diary! A sex diary!
Mike couldn't believe his luck – he had lucked into finding a fantasy wet dream - Edward fucking Cullen's personal sex diary about Bella Swan. Ok, it was bad that he had to read about Cullen, but it was easy enough to imagine it was *him* doing these things to Bella. Think, Mike, think. Mike's first impulse was to simply steal the book – but somehow, he suspected Cullen would know he did it. Mike didn't understand why – or how – but Cullen seemed to have some weird sixth sense. Whenever Mike was fantasizing about Bella, Cullen would glare at him, giving him a black gaze of pure fury. No doubt, Cullen was scary – and he would know.
But Mike couldn't let this opportunity pass him by. And, suddenly, inspiration struck. He knew there was a copy machine in the adjacent coaches office, and, given the fact that the whole gym seemed to be gathered around Bella, Mike could hurry up and make copies of at least some of the pages. It was risky, but the payoff was huge.
Mike was decided. It was worth the risk.
Mike snuck out of the locker room, the precious cargo hugged to his chest as he scurried to the gym office. Taking a quick look through the book as he was opening the cover to the copy machine, Mike saw that about half the book was filled. And not all the writing was the same. There were some sections that were written in a messy, girly looking scrawl, very different from the almost calligraphic style of the rest of the book. Shit, was that Bella's writing? Mike wanted to start reading, but he knew he didn't have a lot of time. Mike laid the open book flat out on the machine, effectively copying 2 pages at once. He guessed there was about 30 or 40 handwritten pages. So 20 copies, maybe. I can do this, thought Mike.
Pressing the start button, the copier stuttered to life. The machine was fast, thankfully, and the first copy rolled off into the output tray after a few seconds. Quickly flipping to the next page, Mike repeated the process. He kept glancing up, half expecting Coach Clapp – or Cullen himself – bastard always seems to know what I am thinking – to come through the door. Sooner than he hoped, he was done.
Looking at the crowd still gathered around Bella, Mike hurried from the office back to the locker room, and put everything back just so. He was glad he didn't take any of Cullen's money – hell, this was better. A nice long night of stroking himself off while he read about Bella was just the thing he needed. Her constant rejections and obvious affections for Cullen had really been grating on his nerves lately.
Mike sauntered out of the locker room, noticing that the crowd had broken up. There was no sign of Bella or Cullen.
Walking up to a Steven Jones, a fellow Junior that Mike knew also lusted after Bella, Mike asked "what happened to them? Is Bella OK?"
"Nasty bump and bruise, man. You should have seen it. She was reading some book on the bleachers, and a kickball came over and knocked her straight! Was like a fucking golfball on the back of her head! Prolly' got a concussion or something," Steven finished. After a moment's pause, he continued : "You should have seen Cullen, though. Thought he was going to start crying or something. Looked really upset, and he carried Bella to the Nurses office."
"Yeah, practically ran the whole way, too," added Eric, as he ran his fingers through his greasy hair. "Bella looked really messed up."
Lauren had wandered over with Tyler, and she gave a small grin. True to her nasty personality and dislike of Bella, she couldn't resist a rude comment: "Well, she is like the biggest klutz in this school. I have absolutely no idea what Edward sees in her anyway. She can't even stay on her feet!", she ended with a huff.
Yeah, Lauren had it bad for Cullen. She was a jealous hag, thought Mike. Pretty, maybe, but a total bitch. And without her makeup, her skin had a creased, weathered look. Too many hours in tanning salons, Mike thought, as no way that she caught a tan in rainy Forks.
Still, though, she did have a nice ass and her boobs were perky. And she put out all the time. Yeah, Tyler could do worse.
A few moments later the bell rang, and, as gym was the last period of the day for Mike, he grabbed his belongings and all but ran back to his locker. Taking his books that he needed that night for homework, and his jacket – plus his copy of the sex diary – Mike headed out the door towards his car.
Just as he was exiting the building, he spied Jessica out of the corner of his eye, coming quickly towards him. He didn't want to speak with her right now – gotta get home to my Bella book! – so he increased his pace, practically going into a jog to get away from her.
"Hey Mike, wait up!" Jessica yelled.
Mike sighed, knowing he was caught, so he slowed down, turning to face Jessica when he reached his car. She was moving quickly towards him, her pony-tail bouncing behind her, and her generous tits bouncing in her sweatshirt. She looked pretty good, Mike thought.
"Hey Jess. What's up?" he asked, a slight grin playing at the corner of his lips. He liked Jess, he really did, and they had been steadily dating for 2 months now. They had finally slept together a week earlier, and Mike had to admit that, even though Bella was the one he wanted, it had been pretty damn good. It didn't last that long, but Jess seemed to like it too, if her grunts and moans were any indicator. Much better than hand jobs in the seat of his car. Even better than the two blowjobs Jess had given him , especially as Jess had wanted him to repay those by going down on her, and her bush was just so huge and the hair down there so coarse that Mike felt like he was flossing his teeth with her pubes. And she didn't particularly smell that great either. Sort of funky and sweaty, with a hint of piss and ass. Not at all like he imagined Bella smelling like.
He had plans with Jessica for this coming weekend, and Mike knew that would get a chance to fuck her again, as his parents would be out of the house on Friday night. Fucking was cool.
"Nothing much," she answered his question. "Just want to see what you are doing today after school. You know, seeing if you wanted to get together?" she asked in a quieter voice, the question asked in an offhand way, like the answer didn't matter that much. But Mike knew that it did, and that Jessica always felt a bit insecure with their relationship. She knew that Mike preferred Bella. Hell, it's not like she wouldn't drop me for Cullen in a heartbeat if he was offering. Mike knew that Jess, like half the girls in the school, were lusting after Cullen. And that he and the other guys were damn lucky that he didn't pay any mind to them at all. Well, he didn't until Bella came along, anyway.
But Mike knew that he had to be diplomatic, even though he was itching to get home and fantasize – and read! – about his beautiful Bella. "I am helping my mom with a couple of things at the store, Jess. Sorry. Today won't work. But we are on for Friday night, right? My 'rents will be out and we will have the house all to ourselves," he added with a mischievous wink.
Jess answered him with a wide smile. "Ok, Mike, that sounds great. I will call you later," she added, and laid her hand on his forearm, and leaned up to kiss the corner of his mouth.
Mike drove home in blissful haze, anxiously awaiting his chance to 'get to know' Bella. From the brief glimpses he got, he knew that there was a good part of the diary that was written by her. Mike could easily picture himself as the one she was describing, himself as the one she wanted. Her beautiful lips, her deep brown eyes staring at him like the eyes of a doe, her creamy, ivory tinted skin, her warm blush. Yes, Mike could easily picture himself with Bella. The thought made him squirm in his seat, and he had to adjust himself.
When he got home, he wasted no time at all. He grabbed his bookbag off the seat, and practically flew into the house, kicking off his shoes and taking the stairs two at a time on the way up to his room. His parents were at the store, so Mike had the house to himself. And he planned on taking advantage.
Going into his room, Mike quickly shut and locked the door, and closed his blinds, making the room dim. He flicked on his bedside lamp, stripped off his jeans and sweater, and tossed the bookbag on his bed.
He opened the buckles of the worn bag, the big yellow FHS lettering faded and browned, and withdrew the copied pages carefully. He didn't want them flying loose or getting out of order, as they didn't have page numbers on them. So he got a stapler from the second drawer of his cheap Ikea desk that sat in the corner of his room, and stapled the pages together with two staples. They made a nice, firm packet, maybe three inches thick.
Mike sat down on his bed, the papers held firmly in his hand. He looked at the first page, dated "May 4th, 2004', and was written in the beautiful, flowing script that he had noticed earlier that day. Does Cullen write like that? What a sissy. That looks like girl writing.
May 4th, 2004.
School was a long, emotional chore for me today, as Alice had dressed Bella in a beautiful skirt that accentuated her long legs, a turquoise blouse that hung low over her delectable breasts and was cut in a vee in the back, and a thin, white sweater that was loosely knit and allowed just enough of the sinful blouse and tantalizing cleavage to peek through. Her calf-cast didn't detract from her beauty at all. She wore no heavy makeup – she needed none – but she had the slightest touch of eyeliner and mascara on her soulful eyes, and a thin coating of red lipstick highlighted her pouty, full lips, which helped complete the ensemble. Her hair was curled loosely over her shoulders, each strand silky and soft. She looked exquisite, and I told myself for the hundredth time that day how lucky I was to have her.
You sure are, you lucky fuck, thought Mike. He remembered that day too, and he agreed with Cullen - she had looked fantastic. All that day he had been trying to look down the front of that blouse, to see her creamy breasts.
So I spent the day in a hazy state of perpetual lust – wanting, no, needing, to be with my Bella. Memories of last night assaulted me - her hair dangling around me in a curtain of silk, her breasts bouncing wildly, as she rode me to an explosive release, my fingers tearing through her sheets at the sheer power of it. And then the comical aftermath, with me having to hide in her closet to avoid her curious but half-asleep father, who entered her room after saying he heard 'strange noises' and was just checking on her; and then our repeat performance, a much quieter coupling, gripping each others hands as we slowly moved together, eyes locked as we each reached our peak simultaneously, and then Bella collapsing in my arms, snuggling in for a peaceful nights sleep as I hummed her lullaby.
Shit, thought Mike. I *knew* that she was sleeping with him! Depressed, but still terribly horny, Mike kept reading:
Thoughts of it swam through my head all day, and I was sorely tempted to skip the last two periods after lunch to try and find relief, even if I had to take her in the woods behind the school, or in the janitors closet. And the thoughts and glances of the male students of Forks High School, as they took in my Bella, only made me more anxious to spirit her away. I was furious as I watched her walk across the cafeteria towards my table, limping slightly in her cast, her beautiful hips and rear swaying in her skirt, and noticed the stares of half a dozen boys following her with lustful looks. Mine, Mine! I wanted to claim her, right there in the cafeteria, and show them that Bella was taken.
When the day finally ended, I hustled Bella out to my car, and was pulling out of the parking lot and on the way to her house before she had a chance to even speak. She looked over at me, and raised an eyebrow at my behavior, a slight smile curving her luscious lips.
"Something bothering you?", she asked playfully, crossing her legs demurely and running her hand through her hair.
I looked over at her, putting my hand on her knee, as I stared at her intensely.
"Yes, love. I had to endure the fantasies of half the male population of Forks High School today. It should be illegal to look as sinful as you look in that outfit. I don't know whether to kill Alice, or thank her. I barely resisted taking you somewhere between classes, and laying claim to what is mine" I responded, my voice huskier than usual.
Bella giggled softly, putting her hand on mine, still covering her knee. "You won't have to wait much longer, Edward." She punctuated her words by softly stroking my fingers, running her nails up and down each individual finger, in a soft, tickling motion.
At her actions, I punched the accelerator, racing to her house and arriving less than three minutes later. I ran around to open her door, and had her out of the car and up the steps to the door, and into the house, while she laughed softly at my actions.
"Eager, much?' she inquired, her beautiful brown eyes sparkling.
"You have no idea," I growled out, whisking her into my arms as soon as we were through the door. She looked up at me, surprised by my sudden movements, but continuing to laugh delightedly at my boyish antics.
"Just like any normal, red-blooded 17 year old. I knew you had it in you, Edward," she teased.
I walked her slowly up the stairs, passing Charlie's door, and continuing to the end of the hall to her bedroom. Using my foot to open the door, I gently laid Bella down on her bed, without ever breaking eye contact with her. Her beautiful brown eyes darkened, the perfect mix of innocence and lust, as clearly the desire I had been feeling all day was clearly not one-sided. Her hands unwound from around my neck, and one of them gripped my hair tightly in the back, bunching it together, while her other soft hand cupped my cheek.
The warmth from her hand was electric. It jolted through me, and I leaned down over her, my lips coming towards her own as I slowly lowered myself over her prone body.
Finally, thought Mike. This was getting good! Mike had been impatient to get to 'the good stuff', and was slowly teasing his member through his boxers. He imagined it was his his hands that carried her up the stairs, his lips teasing Bella, his body lowering itself onto her. All him.
My lips lightly brushed hers, back and forth, two times, three, four. Bella tried raising her head, seeking more contact, but I continued to tease her with only feather light kisses. My hands were anchored to either side of her head, and one of my knees was between her legs and the other off to the side.
Fully erect now, Mike was stroking himself through his boxers, and finally pulled his cock out through the front flap opening. His full cock and balls barely fit through the hole, and the slight squeezing on his sack exerted by the tight fit through the underwear hole felt good to Mike, especially when he tugged upwards on his cock. He could easily imagine it was Bella's nails running over his sack as her hand worked him with long, steady strokes.
Needing more, Mike went back to reading, now balancing the pages on his left thigh and with his left hand, while his right hand stroked his cock faster.
With a loud moan, she finally had enough of my teasing and pulled my head down to fully meet her lips. As was typical, I felt a rush of warmth as her delicate lips wrapped themselves and molded to mine. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, swallowing her groans as her sweet taste filled my senses. Our tongues danced together in her mouth, our moans mixing together, sharing breaths.
Bella's hands were running up and down my back, from my waist to my hair. As she ran out of air, I moved my kisses to her jawline, her neck, and the porcelain shell of her ear. Her low moans were music to my ears, my own personal symphony.
"Touch me, Edward," she moaned in a throaty voice. "Please."
"Patience, Love", I answered.I settled myself to her side, and began running my hand up and down her body. I brought my knee up to cradle between her thighs, and pushed slightly upward, giving her the friction she sought. She immediately gasped as she pressed down with her pelvis, the warmth of her center radiating outward, and warming my pant leg.
My hands continued their exploration, and slowly raised her shirt up her body. Bella assisted by raising her arms over her head, allowing me to remove her blouse.
Staring down at my angel, covered in a blue, lacy bra was like looking down on a piece of paradise. Her beautiful blush filled her cheeks, as it always did when I undressed her, and spread downwards to her breasts. Her nipples, standing ready, pushed against the thin fabric covering those luscious mounds. Her flat stomach moved with her panting breaths, sucking in and out, wafting her delicious scent into my face and stunning me.
"Beautiful,", I whispered. "So beautiful, my Bella."
My hands moved up, each one taking a breast and firmly squeezing, and rolling her erect nipples under my thumbs. Her moans and gasps were a huge turn-on for me, as I loved eliciting sounds from my Bella, playing her body like a finely tuned instrument. The scent of her arousal hit me again, and Bella's hips were gently rocking against my knee, pressing her still covered center against me. The desire to rip her clothes from her body and ravish her was strong, and I had to fight it back. I wanted to worship every inch of her skin, treat her like the Goddess she was.
I reached up, and gently unclasped the hook from her bra. Sliding the strap off her arm, Bella looked up at me as I stared down unashamedly at her half naked form, relishing her, taking her in.
After a few moments, her blush returned. My Bella was feeling insecure, again.
"There is nothing on this earth more perfect than you, my beautiful Bella," I said, meaning every word. I hoped that one day she would believe that I meant it, that she would see how enticing she really was.
I slowly leaned down, taking one of her jutting nipples into my mouth, eliciting a loud gasp from Bella. My hand massaged her other breast, pinching her nipple, which earned me a squeal. My hand continued to explore, moving lower, to her scrumptious bottom that had been driving me insane all day. Her hands were running through my hair, gripping me to her, and her nails scratched my scalp in delicious, torturous motions. Her heart thudded in her chest, and her mewls and moans were the sweetest of sounds
I looked up into her eyes, seeing nothing but desire, and trust there, and slowly lowered her skirt, rolling it over her hips and taking it off slowly, moving them down her fabulously long, pale legs.
My gaze swept up her near-naked body, taking in her sensual form. The scent of her arousal was potent, and made my mouth water. No one on earth smelled as delicious as my Bella, a mouthwatering combination of freesias, strawberry, and spring rain. I would forever thirst for her, in more ways than one. My arousal was painful, constrained by my pants, but I was not finished with my worship of her body.
Bella wore a small, satin pair of blue panties, tied with a small, pink bow at each side, right on her sexy hipbones. I growled softly in appreciation at her obviously Alice-inspired underwear - as I noticed a small, damp spot evident in the center of them. My fingers trailed down her body, eliciting small gasps from her, and they made their way to the edges of her panties. I hooked my thumbs underneath the edges, dragging them slowly downward. She lifted her hips up in an effort to assist me, and I held one calf delicately as I slipped the garment off, tossing it behind me as I moved my face towards her center. Her potent scent hit me full force, with nothing in the way to mute it. Pure, unadulterated, Bella.
"Mine," I softly growled, kissing her thighs and hips as my hands wandered back upwards to her breasts, my fingers making slow circles around their edges.
"Please don't tease me, Edward," she gasped out, her voice husky and full of desire. I smiled into her skin, nibbling lightly as I moved over her. She moaned as I placed soft kisses along her hips, and ran my nose lightly through the silken curls of her mound, inhaling her deeply, relishing the smell of her.
Mike was pumping fast now. He didn't think he had ever been this turned on his life. He could just picture her beautiful pussy, sweet-smelling and soaking wet, dripping down her thighs and onto her sheets - all for him.
Mike's balls began to tighten, and he knew he would not last much longer.
I placed me hands at the juncture of her thighs, gently pushing her legs apart. She spread her legs for me, opening her beautiful body to my gaze, her lower lips glistening with her dew. Never before in my existence had I seen anything to compare to the sight before me.
As usual, my Bella was wet and ready for me, and I teased around her center, kissing lightly around the edges of where she wanted me.
"Please, Edward," she moaned, and then took matters into her own hands as she grabbed two fistfuls of my hair and pulled my head roughly towards her center. I licked a long, slow stroke from the bottom of her sex to the top, swirling my tongue around her nub before starting a second lick. She practically screamed in response, her hips twitching off the mattress as her fists pulled on my hair. I teased a finger near her entrance as I gently kissed and licked around her bundle, and when I plunged it inter her body, hooking it to hit her sensitive spot, she spasmed and grunted in pleasure. I worked my fingers – one, then two – in and out of her slick hole, while continuing to tongue her. I was rewarded with fresh bursts of her essence as she writhed on the bed, panting my name and tugging on my hair. I felt her stiffen up, and then shatter under my ministrations, her moans louder than ever, her juices flowing down my chin.
Mike yelled as he came, huge ropy streams of white hot cum pulsing from his cock and landing on his stomach and chest. His fist continued to pump, and Mike didn't think he had ever cum this hard in his life. Amazingly, he was still aroused, and still fairly hard, so he kept reading, his fist never stopping its pumping motions.
I kissed up her body, until I was alongside her, looking down into her soulful brown eyes, now glazed over with a lazy look of pure satisfaction.
"Wow, Mr. Cullen. Should I be worried about how good you are at that?", she asked with a sexy smile, as she slowly worked her hands down my body, tugging my shirt out from pants and working on the buttons.
"Why, no, Ms Swan," I answered, in the same playful voice. "Your scent does crazy things to me, as I am sure you are well aware."
She laughed as she finished the last button on my shirt, taking the garment off my shoulders and pushing me back down on the bed. She straddled my thighs with her legs, her hair shining in the last rays of the day that streamed through her window and radiated behind her. Her breasts were full as she panted slowly, a single bead of sweat rolling down between them, down her abdomen, before disappearing into her belly button.
Her small hands were delicious as they slowly rubbed my torso, her mouth leaving hot kisses in their wake, as she touched my shoulders, my collarbone, my nipples. I gasped when she lightly bit down on one of them, tilting her head so that her hair was splayed out over one of her shoulders.
She continued her explorations, going further down my body, until she licked and kissed my belly button, her tongue darting out to taste it.
"Mmmm, Edward. You taste amazing. Like sunshine and honey," moaned Bella. Her hands were tugging at my pants, and I helped her push them down over my thighs. Once they got low enough, she hooked her feet into my pants and pushed them the rest of the way off with her toes.
"New trick, Ms Swan?" I asked, as she continued her soft kisses, down my thighs, to my calves, and back up to my hips. My erection was clearly evident, tenting my boxers out at ninety degrees from my body.
"Why, yes, Mr Cullen," she teased. "Lots of new tricks this week. I've been talking with Rosalie and Emmett."
I groaned at that, laying my head back on the pillow. but my groan suddenly turned into a hiss as I felt her hands on my length, and then an unbelievable warmth spreading through my cock. I looked down, to see Bella with her mouth around me, slowly moving up and down as one hand held her hair over her shoulder, and the other cupped and fondled my balls. I gasped at the sensations, and almost lost it when she tilted her chin up and looked me square in the eye, a slight smile on her lips even as she continued to suck me.
Mike couldn't take any more, and a second, smaller load of cum shot from the end of his cock, hitting the end of his chin. He lay panting on his bed, his motions slowing as his cock began to shrink, his stomach, chest, and chin covered and gooey. Several drops had landed on his pages, and were already beginning to saturate the ink, causing several paragraphs to look splotchy.
Shit, thought Mike, as he jumped up and grabbed his shirt, wiping the precious pages clean of his jiz. He put the copies onto the edge of his bed, covered by his shirt, and then he cleaned himself up with a sock that he grabbed off the floor.
After getting dressed again and laying down on his rumpled bed, falling into the most blissful rest he ever remembered having, Mike realized three things.
First, he had never come so hard in his life. Second, there was a part of him, but he wasn't sure how potent that part was, that would do anything - anything at all - to make Bella his. And third, he really and truly hated Edward Cullen.