Lyrical Melodrama Story Contest
Name of story: Leather Seats and Buttons
Pen Name: Corinne 22
Song story is inspired by: "Passenger"
Artist: Deftones ft. Maynard from Tool
Category: Newbie
Main Pairing: Edward and Bella
POV: Bella
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Here I lay
Still and breathless
Just like always
Still I want some more
Mirrors sideways
Who cares what's behind
Just like always
Still your passenger
The chrome buttons, buckles on leather surfaces
These and other lucky witnesses
Now to calm me
This time won't you please...
Drive faster!
Roll the window down
This cool night air is curious
Let the whole world look in
Who cares who sees anything?
I'm your passenger
I'm your passenger
Drop...these down
Then...and put them on me
Nice...cool seats there
to cushion your knees
Now to calm me
Take me around again
Don't pull over
This time won't you please
Drive faster!!!
Roll the window down
This cool night air is curious
Let the whole world look in
Who cares who sees what tonight?
Roll these misty windows
Down to catch my breath and then
Go and go and don't just
Drive me home then back again!
Here I lay
Just like always
Don't let me
Go... (9x)
Take me to the end...
Disclaimer: SM owns all characters, Deftones owns the song and my smut induced thoughts from their songs
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I threw down my notebook in frustration and slammed my Geometry book shut. I couldn't think straight, much less enough for homework. I needed release.
Just to make it worse, my phone buzzed and played it's ring tone of "Passenger", signaling that Edward had texted me.
I shoved through my backpack, looking for my phone. I flipped it open and quickly searched for the inbox. My heart was already racing at just the thought of what it might say.
"U up 4 2morrow?"
I smile tugged at my lips, knowing what he meant.
"Hm...Depends on if u can get it up. :)"
I bit my lip, stiffling a laugh as my body reacted to his words and I waited for his reply.
"Woman, if you're there, it'll be up."
"Good."
I closed my phone, put it in my pocket and threw my school work into my backpack. If I wasn't screwed on getting any work done before, I was truely fucked now.
I heard my dad, Charlie, coming in as I was putting my backpack at the bottom of the stairs.
"Hey Bells."
I went back to the kitchen and pulled open the fridge door, looking at it's contents to find something to make for dinner.
"Hey, dad. What are you in the mood to eat for dinner tonight?"
He came around the corner and slapped a pizza down on the kitchen table.
"Got that covered, Bells. Figured you would want a night off."
I smiled at him while a grabbed a beer, paper towels and a plate and handed them to him.
"How's your day been?" He asked as he put three slices onto his plate.
"Same thing, different day", I replied while leaning against the sink.
He stood with one foot in the living room and one foot in the kitchen, looking at me, not knowing if I'd be ok with him leaving to go watch TV.
I laughed at him, grabbed a paper towel, placed two slices of pizza on it and headed for the stairs. I heard him sigh in relief, glad to not have to keep up with conversation. I paused at the first step and looked over my shoulder as he was turning on ESPN.
"Hey, thanks for the pizza," I said around a mouthful of food.
"No prob, Bells," as he paused to give me a smile.
I sat everything down on my end table and looked around my room, trying to decide what to do with all of my pent up energy. My mind was too wound up to sleep.
I grabbed my ipod and shoved the ear buds in and grabbed a book. As I put some music on, I sat my back to my bed's headboard and took a bite of my pizza. But despite all of my trying, I still found myself mulling thoughts over bites of pizza and thinking of how we even got to this situation.
***
I had met him through my friend Jasper.
Jasper and I have been friends since I met him four years ago at freshman orientation. He ended up sitting next to me in the auditorium. We instantly hit it off, he was such a calm person and set my nerves at ease. We exchanged phone numbers that night.
He was kind of skinny, blonde, curly hair and really thoughtful and quiet, like he was always studying everything and everyone.
He has an older brother named Emmett who I surprisingly hit it off with too. He's that every day kind of jock. But was an asshole like most of them were. He wasn't the typical kind of guy that I easily became friends with but he always had me laughing and anyone who can do that is good in my book.
A big contrast to Jasper, he has dark, straight hair, really big build and a loud laugh.
I always got along better with guys and preferred them to women. Women just seemed too fake. They seem nice but somewhere deep in there, they are waiting for you to fail so they can laugh at you. Men just made me more comfortable and more laid back.
At the end of our freshman year Jasper had met Alice at an end of the year party that we had gone to. Ever since then they have been together.
When he introduced me to her that night she instantly got on my nerves. Not because I now had to share my time with Jasper, but because of her never-ending hyperness. She seemed to be the epitome of everything I hated in a woman.
She was almost my height but skinnier and she was always changing her hair color or style.
After only five minutes after meeting her, she squealed and said we were going to be best friends. I just the thought the woman was nuts and tried to tell Jasper in many ways. But he was sucked into her, deeply. After a while she started to grow on me. I saw that they weren't going to be just a fling, so I thought I should give her a chance… for Jasper.
It turned out she was pretty nice and she did become one of the very few women I let into my life. I hated to admit it but now I did consider her as a best friend. In some ways more than Jasper was. At least in the girl ways.
Alice had another friend named Rose. A rich bitch that definitely was everything I hated in women. She wore only all the new designer clothes, wore way too much makeup and was way too flirty with all the guys. She religiously got her hair done every two weeks, keeping it a platinum blonde and worried way too much about her weight. Even though she was very tall and skinny, but with curves in all the right places. She's an only child, gets everything from her rich daddy and seemed to be a complete snob.
I had a feeling that Alice was only friends with her because their parents were friends. They mainly only hung out together in school and family functions.
Alice also had a brother named Edward. He hung out with us at school, but rarely talked. He was kind of a loner, but he chose it that way. He's a handsome man, if it wasn't for his cocky attitude. With disheveled hair, tall build with broad shoulders and intense, green eyes. He always acted like he was better than everyone else. Like everyone was beneath him because he was "so smart" and "didn't succumb to the stupid teenage rituals". If it weren't for his attitude I would have ravaged that man within twenty-four hours of meeting him.
Throughout our high school years I just tolerated him. Sometimes I would catch him staring at me but whenever I looked back at him his face would change to a look of disgust. "Guess I was just another 'stupid teenager'. On nights that I would spend the night with Alice he would stay up in his room. If we were downstairs having dinner he would just stare at his plate and never look up or say a word.
One day I asked Alice what his deal was, why they seemed so completely different. She just shook her head and defended him by saying that he really was a nice guy if someone gave him the chance. I figured it was a biased opinion, because I, in no way, saw it.
Until one day when it was the first day of our senior year. We were all standing around in the parking lot talk. Alice started talking about how my birthday was coming up.
"God Alice, that's not for like another month."
She grinned widely at me while clutching onto Jasper's arm and said, "Ah, yes it is, but I need all that time to plan it. It's the big eighteen, Bella. Huge number."
"Just a number," Edward said from where he sat on the roof of his car.
"Wow, he speaks!" I said, throwing my hand over my chest and faking a heart attack.
He shot me a mixed look of anger and hurt and I stopped.
"It is a big number," Alice pouted.
He rolled his eyes at her and said, "Please, you're just angry that I wouldn't let you do anything for me on my eighteenth birthday." Then he looked over to me. "Beware, she's got pent up party issues. I have a feeling that yours is going to be over the top."
I was shocked that he was actually speaking, let alone speaking to me. I, obviously, must have had a stupid, dumbfounded look on my face cause he quickly looked away and down to his lap. Like he even surprised himself and went back to being the same old Sullen Cullen.
The bell rang and we all headed to our classes. Until lunch, I found myself thinking of Edward and didn't know why. There was something new that stirred inside of me when he started to talk to me. I chalked it up to his good looks and tried to dismiss it.
When we were all sitting at lunch, Alice tried to talk some more about the plans for my birthday. She was asking me what kind of music I wanted to be played at the party. I started naming off bands that I love. As I spouted off group names she wrote them down and with each one it brought a more disgusted look to her face. I noticed that all of the sudden Edward was watching me, intent on hearing every band that I said.
"Don't you ever listen to any good, happy music?" Alice said with her face all scrunched up.
"What? Like the fake pop crap that's everywhere I look? No thanks," I replied while shaking my head and laughing. "Kings of Leon are good, if that's happy enough for you."
She gave me a look that told me I was crazy and started to look over the list while tapping the pen to her lips. "Hm, I may be able to do something with this."
"Oh!" I screamed out while slapping the table. "And 'White Pony'! You have to have 'White Pony' playing."
Two things happened in that moment. First, Alice screamed out, way too loudly, "What the fuck is a 'White Pony'?"
The second thing was Edward's head, which had been hovering over his untouched food, snapped up to mine.
My head bounced back and forth between them, surprised by both of their reactions. I finally settled my gaze on Alice's, uncomfortable with Edward's stare.
"Are you serious? It's only one of the best albums ever made by one of the best bands ever!"
"You listen to some weird shit, Bella," she replied while shaking her head and giving me another 'your weird' look.
"Just because it's not what you listen to, Miss Pop Music, it doesn't mean it's weird. Deftones kicks ass. Besides, that CD is awesome and just screams sex."
I slapped my hand over my mouth, shocked at what I just said. I mean, yeah, I've thought a billion times about how I wanted to have sex to that CD. But I never wanted anyone to know about it. Everyone stared at me like I was crazy.
Everyone but Edward.
He nodded his head and came to my defense. "I totally agree."
Our eyes locked in that moment and everyone else just melted away. I starred into his eyes, his look locking me in and somehow we had just found a middle ground. We were sitting across the table from each other and now leaning in. Our bodies bent over the table, inching closer to one another.
"The whole CD would be perfect to have sex to. Something about it just draws you in," he said. It felt like his eyes were burning right through me. I suddenly felt hot and noticed that my heartbeat was going at a rate that was beyond my control.
"Especially 'Passenger'," I spoke back into his eyes, my words coming out without any permission.
"Definitely. Chino with Maynard is perfect. Their voices blend so well together. And the song is just..." He gave me a smile that I've never seen him give me before. Like a crooked smile that made my knees weak, even though I was sitting down. "Well, it completely screams sex," he finished.
I just about died. I never meant for anyone to know my thoughts on that song. How it always made me think of sex. My mind would go to the perfect scenarios every time I heard it. But, now I have someone, who I completely didn't expect, agreeing with me.
I nodded my head with my mouth wide open and still shocked.
"And the fourth album is pretty good for it, too. All of it really. But the third and fourth album..." God, I had fucking diarrhea of the mouth and couldn't stop if I tried.
He sat back in his chair, folded his arms over his chest and gave me that smile again. "My thoughts exactly."
Alice cleared her throat and poked me in the ribs, forcing me away from Edward's stare.
I felt my face grow hot as I jerked my head over to Alice and noticed that everyone had just witnessed that. I wasn't someone who let people know my true feelings or thoughts about something. I always kept it private. Edward had just ruined that with one look. Causing one of my most private thoughts to spew out of my mouth.
I looked back over at Edward and he was staring at his food, shoulders tense and not speaking anymore.
"So, I can bring Rose, right?" Alice said, trying to come to my rescue. It worked, because we all laughed about the thought of that bitch being at my birthday party.
Except Edward.
***
"What was that?" Alice whispered to me on the way to class.
"With what?"
She rolled her eyes. "You and my brother. I've never seen him act like that with someone."
I shrugged my shoulders, not knowing what to say. I didn't even know what it was, so I couldn't explain it to her.
"Hm..." she said in deep thought while playing with the tips of her hair.
"What? I know that look." I did. And it scared me a little.
"You'll see," she said cryptically.
I stopped walking and grabbed her arm. "What, Alice?"
"Seriously, you'll see. I have a feeling about something." She took her arm out of my grasp, ruffled my hair and then walked off. "Going to be late for class, got to go," she called over her shoulder.
I had a feeling too. It was called nervous fear.
***
My birthday was on a Sunday, so we didn't have to worry about school. Charlie said that it would be fine for me to spend the night over at Alice's, as long as I promised not to be late for school Monday.
Alice was throwing the party at her house. She managed to kick her parents out of the house with a dinner and a movie. The only people I allowed her to invite were Jasper, Emmett and Edward, out of niceness. Edward had kind of changed since that day at lunch. But we still weren't close or anything. He now said hi to me in the mornings and stared at me more. The wall he kept up was still there but he did stop giving me looks like I was stupid.
I pulled into Alice's driveway, my loud truck giving them notice that I arrived.
Alice came running out of the house. "Happy Birthday!" she screamed out at the top of her lungs as she ran over to me.
She opened up the passenger door and grabbed my bag. Jasper came behind her and opened up my door, holding out his hands for me. Right when I grabbed his hands he jerked me into a big hug.
"Happy Birthday, Bells," he whispered in my ear. "Oh and good luck."
I cringed. "That bad?"
He chuckled as he pushed me to the house. "You have no idea."
When I got to the door Emmett grabbed me and spun me around in a crushing hug. I started laughing and hitting his back to put me back down. He gave me a kiss on the head as he gently placed my feet back on the ground.
I now noticed the room and saw the spectacle of birthday supplies that were placed everywhere. There were balloons of every color tied to anything she could wrap a string around. There was so much streamer thrown around that it looked like someone had toilet papered her living room. There was a table full of the most cheesy birthday games, with the presents sitting behind it.
On another table sat the most ridiculous sized birthday cake I had ever seen. Alice came around to my side and grabbed my arm to pull me towards the cake.
"Do you like it? I made it all black, white and gray. You know, since you're all anti-pop and dark." She laughed as she poked my arm.
I looked at it closer and noticed that on the top of it sat a figure giving the devil horns with one hand and a blonde severed head in the other. Below the figure it spelled out, "Happy Birthday. Death to all the pop bitches."
I started to laugh so hard I had to lean on Alice for support.
"That's fucking priceless. Has to be the best cake ever."
"What about the rest?" she asked, hopefully.
"Well," I started hesitantly. I didn't want to hurt her feelings but I didn't want to lie. "A little too much."
Her mouth popped open in a half mocked, shocked face as I heard footsteps behind me.
"I warned you," Edward said as I turned around.
He was giving me that smile again and he started to laugh at my situation. I was sucked right into that smile until I felt Alice bumped me on my shoulder.
"What the hell? I worked really hard for you and all you say is 'It's too much'?"
I pried my eyes off of Edward and turned around to give her a hug.
"Thank you so much Alice. It really does mean a lot to me. You did a great job."
"Whatever," she said as she poked out her bottom lip.
She started to drag me over to the couch and sat me down.
"Game time!"
***
We played our cheesy games for about two hours and ate the cake while laughing at each other as our teeth became black.
After we cleaned up our plates Alice demanded that it was time for presents. I sat at the couch, embarrassed by the attention, while everyone sat around me on the floor. With each one I opened I shyly smiled and thanked each one with a hug.
Jasper gave me a notebook made out of handmade paper with a leather tie for my writing. Emmett gave me a gift card to a music store. I don't think he didn't care enough, he just couldn't think of something specific. Alice gave me a gift card to an expensive clothing store and demanded that I go with her one day. She said that I needed a massive redo and I could even buy some of my typical "dark clothes", but no more sweatshirts or hoodies. After much arguing and her claiming I would hurt her feelings, I agreed.
Everyone got up to clean up the mess that we had made and put the cake in the fridge. Alice insisted that I sit on the couch and relax as they all cleaned.
As I was sitting on the couch, flipping through pages of my notebook and looking at all the flowers, Edward came around the corner. I stopped flipping the pages and looked up at him. He had another one of those weird looks on his face that I couldn't figure out. He silently held out his hand to me as he stared at it, not once looking at me. I didn't know what to do, I was too shocked. So I just stared at his hand right along with him.
"Come on," he whispered.
I silently grabbed his hand and he led me down the hall. I couldn't stop my breathing from accelerating as my thoughts became clouded with the feeling of his hand in mine. I was glad that he had to walk ahead of me in the narrow hallway. I didn't even want to know the look on my face. I've held other mens' hands before, but this feeling, it was something completely new and I didn't know how to handle it.
We came to the room where he had his piano and he sat me down on the bench. The whole time he had never spoken a word.
He sat me down on the bench as he sat down to the right of me, with our shoulders touching. I didn't know what to do or what to say. I was highly self-conscious yet only aware of his actions. The movements of his chest as it rose and fell with every breath. His hands as he pushed back his hair, nervously. He took a deep breath in, gave me a sideways glance and placed his hands on the piano keys.
I knew the song the moment he started playing. It was 'Anniversary of an Uninteresting Event' by Deftones, on their fourth album. The only song that they had with a piano playing. His fingers moved silently along the keys as his foot padded the beat of the drums on the wooden floor. When the piano notes would become less he would add extra notes to fill in for the guitar.
I found myself humming the words along with him playing the notes. I couldn't take my eyes off of his hands. It was like I was in a trance. Frozen with no movement but my own humming and shallow breathing.
The song had always made me want to cry and I had to hold back the tears. It had always made me feel happy and sad at the same time. But with Edward playing it, it made my emotions heightened and I couldn't control them. The song seemed to mean so much more and I felt so much more. Like he gave it emotion and depth that I didn't know it was missing.
He played the last note and I searched for the words to thank him. But his hands began to move again before I could speak.
He started to play "Passenger" and I froze. My breathing stopped as the first notes were played.
The thing that always got me about this song was the bass and the drums. But with him playing it made it made the feeling I got from it so much worse. I was watching his fingers playing out the song and I started wishing that he were playing me instead. My face felt hot and my whole body felt like it was on fire. I didn't know that this song could be played on the piano, let alone this well. But, then again, I didn't know that much about pianos.
Every time the song would escalate and became harder, his fingers would slam into the keys harder and his feet would hit the floor harder. He would go from gentle to almost violent when the chorus would play. The more he slammed into the keys, the hotter my skin would start to feel. On some notes his hand would have to go across me and his arm would brush up against me. But he was so into the song that I don't think he even noticed.
He was coming to the end of the song and his whole body was jerking with the force of him hitting the keys. Like he was taking whatever anger or emotion he had in him and taking it out on the piano through the song. His was now bouncing up and down and his body tense as he slammed the keys even harder.
He played out the last notes slowly and painfully. His fingers were lightly brushing across the keys. My breathing was so hard that it almost drowned out the sound of him playing.
After he finished playing he sat motionless, staring at the piano while his hands were hovering over the keys. His breathing was almost matching the force of mine. It took everything in me not to straddle his lap and molest him on the bench.
He slowly took his fingers away from the piano and set them on his lap. I stared at the side of his face, too lost for words. Even if I knew the words I wouldn't be able to speak them. I couldn't even find the air to breathe. My mind was too flooded with questions and thoughts about this man that I always thought had hated me. I didn't know why he had done this. It was something that seemed so personal. It was the most perfect gift.
I saw his jaws flex and shoulders stiffen and the next moment he was gone. Before I could speak any coherent words he had turned away from me and quickly left the room. The room now felt so silent and empty without him playing.
I sat at the bench, staring at the piano keys and wondering what the hell just happened. And, what the hell I was feeling. Everything came out of nowhere. I was completely lost and, I had to admit, completely turned on. Whatever I was feeling, I knew I had never felt it before and I wanted some more of it.
Alice came in and sat next to me on the bench.
"Hey," she said softly, while trying to read my face.
"What the hell was that," I breathed out.
She gave a quiet laugh. "Told you I had a feeling and you would see one day."
I jerked my head of at Alice. "And that means what?"
"Wow, if you can't see it then I really feel sorry for you."
She turned around and left, just like her brother. Leaving me lost with my mouth wide open. Just like her brother.
***
Later on that night we said our goodbyes to Jasper and Emmett and got ready for bed. Edward had stayed in his room for the rest of the night. After he played for me he had never come back out. Alice and I hadn't spoken anything else about it either.
I was in Alice's room, laying on an air mattress, wide-awake. Alice was breathing softly in deep sleep and I envied her. There was no way that I was going to get any sleep after what happened today. I felt like every nerve in my body was standing on end. My senses heightened. Just the sheets touching me made my nerves react to it. That man had me so wound up that I didn't think anything could bring me back down. My mind started to replay me watching his fingers pushing down on the keys and his muscles contracting with every move he made. His jaw as it clenched in concentration and my need to feel his touch in that moment.
I rolled over and sighed into my pillow and resisted a frustrated scream. I tilted my head up to look at the clock and saw it was almost three in the morning. Even if I did go to sleep now I would only get three hours of sleep. I sat up and rubbed my face with the palms of my hands and sighed again.
I figured some music might help me relax. Anything to drown out the memory of hearing him play. As long as I played anything but Deftones. I reached over to get my ipod out of my purse and realized I had left it on the kitchen counter.
"Fuck," I muttered out.
I quietly slipped off the air mattress, trying not to wake up Alice. I opened up the door and shut it, trying to slip through on the tips of my toes. The hallway had little nightlights plugged into the sockets, so I could see my way down the hallway to the kitchen.
I kept the lights off so I didn't have to wait for my eyes to adjust when I had to turn them back off. I saw my purse silhouetted on the counter and reached in to grab my ipod. Right when I put my headphones on the kitchen light flooded and illuminated my surroundings. I jumped and dropped my ipod on the wooden floor. The ear buds popped out of my ears and my ipod bounced around on the floor, making a sound that seemed so impossibly loud in the quietness.
I whispered a string of cuss words as I started to bend down to retrieve it. A copper mess of hair obstructed my view, followed by the scent of crisp outside air.
He swiftly stood up and met my eyes, followed with an amused grin.
"Can't sleep?" he asked while taking a step closer to me.
I held out my hand for him to give me my ipod back, but he continued to stare me down. I retracted my empty hand and ran it through my hair in a self-conscious gesture.
"Nope," I said simply.
He continued to stare at me with a smirk on his face.
"You?" I finally asked when the silence became too much.
He gave a quiet laugh. "No."
Silence surrounded us again as his lips puckered up in thought and his eyes continued to bore into mine.
"I was outside," he finally said while taking another step closer to me. My eyes started to dart around the kitchen. My body started to react to his closeness that I didn't know what to do or how to act.
"Come on."
My head snapped back over to him with a confused look on my face.
He rolled his eyes. "Just come on."
Unlike last time, he swiftly turned and headed for the garage door, opened it and stepped through. My feet numbly followed across the wooden floor. I stood on the doorway, unsure if I should fully follow. My body screamed at me to obey and not be anywhere that he wasn't, but something inside of me was scared.
Without a word he walked over to his car and opened up the passenger side door. He stood next to it, waiting for me to come. My actions took over, my brain was on auto pilot. I stepped inside, watching his face the whole time as my body bent to fit into the car.
He shut my door and walked around the front of the car to get in on his side. Before I knew it, his scent was surrounding me in the closed up space. I watched in silence as he plugged my ipod into his car.
"Just checking if it's broken," he quietly said without looking at me.
The car started to fill with music and he nodded at me with a smile. His thumb started to move around in circles as he investigated all of my song choices. I became uncomfortable and afraid that he would find some of them lame. White Pony started to play and he sat the ipod down in the cup holder.
"There," he sighed out as he sat back against his seat.
I starred out of my window in silence. I didn't know what else to do. I was uncertain of why I was even here or why he chose me to be here with him.
As the first song ended I started to feel him looking at me. I slowly turned my head around and our eyes locked. We sat there, in a show down of wills, as the music continued around us, not speaking. The mixture of his stare, his closeness, his smell and the music was becoming too much. I felt my body starting to feel hot again and my breathing sped up. I wanted to flee but I was stuck in place, unable to move my hand to the door handle.
Keeping his eyes locked onto mine he slowly started to move towards me. My body answered by moving around to meet him face to face. His eyes never wavered the closer he got and I could feel my cheeks getting hot under his stare. I could feel his breath lightly fanning my face as my own breathing started to accelerate.
The second song ended, causing a beat of silence. All I could hear was the pounding of my heart and our breathing. By the time the third song started his lips were on mine. His lips were gentle, yet firm, and a moan escaped my throat as I clutched on to the sides of the seat. I sat motionless as he forced my lips open with his tongue and touched mine. I was now gripping onto the seat with as much strength as I could, unwilling to have him make me lose self-control. He continued to kiss me for the whole length of the song. Trying to make me back down.
The fourth song began and as the music became harder and louder, his lips became harder. He gave an exasperated sigh into my lips and grabbed my wrists. He struggled to make my hands let go of the seat. He pulled back and looked into my eyes, momentarily catching me off guard with the fire that I saw behind his eyes. My grip loosened and he slapped my hand on the back of his head, and then crushed his lips to mine. My fingers instantly wrapped themselves into his hair and he let out a deep moan against my lips. That single sound was my trigger.
Without thought my other hand reached up and grabbed his neck to push his face even harder into mine. His hands grabbed the sides of my face. Both of our actions were now frantic with want. He pulled back and jerked the middle console up so it was out of the way. Then he grabbed my pajamas and pulled me over to him while sliding back his seat in one swift move. His hand slowly moved up my right thigh and pulled it over to his other side so that I was now straddling him. My knees made a squeaking sound on the tan leather of the seats as I tried to find a comfortable position.
By this point I had forgotten what number of song was now on, even though I knew the whole CD by heart. I was only aware of the fact that when the music got harder, he became more forceful and urgent. As the music would get soft his hands became more timid and his kisses were gentler.
His hands left my face to put one hand around my lower back and the other underneath my ass. He pulled his arm forward, forcing me to push towards him and I could feel how hard he was as we pushed against each other. I grabbed his hair on both sides of his head and forced him to look into my eyes as my body started to roll back and forth. The movement and the feeling of him being so hard between my legs almost made me lose it. His eyes rolled back as his breathing became more labored. Both of his hands moved below my ass to slightly lift me up so my weight was now fully on my knees.
"Off," he panted out while trying to jerk down my pajama bottoms.
He pushed them past my hips and I had to struggle to lift one leg up at a time. I had to fight off laughter at our fumbling and fighting to get my pants off. I placed both of my knees back on the seats and watched as he started to unbutton his pants. I couldn't help but stare as I waited to see him. He looked back up at me as he started to pull his pants down to his knees. He caught me staring and gave a low laugh as he grabbed the back of my neck. He forced my body back towards him and his lips were instantly on my neck. His mouth and teeth were everywhere as he starting to bite and lick me along the side of my neck.
He grabbed my hips and lifted me up as he bit down hard on my collarbone and slammed into me. My hands smacked the seat behind his head as I let out a scream of pleasure and he bit down harder. We sat still, panting so loudly that it almost drowned out the music.
Before I could even catch my breath, his hand went back under my ass and he lifted me up to slam into me again. His nails were digging into my skin, causing pain and pleasure at the same time. He started to move his arm up and down to slam into me repeatedly. Our skin started to make slapping sounds with his force and every time that I was brought back down I couldn't help but to let out a scream. His other hand moved between us to rub my clit as I bounced on top of him. The feeling was so intense that I had to bend down and bite his shoulder to muffle my screams. My hands moved to the top of his head to tangle in his hair as I tried to match his movements.
He started to alternate his moves from forceful to slowly almost pulling out and then slamming me back down on his lap. My hands flew back to his seat and I clutched it, refusing to let go just yet. He seemed to sense this because he let out a low growl into my neck as his hand began to work faster and harder on my clit. My thighs instinctively tightened around his hips. He moved his open mouth along my neck, panting loudly, until he reached my ear.
"Come on," he grunted into my ear while biting down on the bottom of it.
I shook my head, not ready for it to end.
"Yes," he demanded louder.
I shook my head again and he moved his hand from between us to my ass and slapped it hard. The sound echoed around the car, followed by my moaning of pleasure. I tried to concentrate on something else so I wouldn't give in yet. Wrong move. The song 'Passenger' started, of all things. The feeling of him and the sounds of his pleasure played over the best fucking song almost made me lose it.
He slapped my ass again, harder, and screamed into the car, "Let go, Bella."
My thighs tightened even more around him as my back arched against the steering wheel. I was vaguely aware of my head hitting the rearview mirror as my nails dug into his shoulders. My breathing stopped as I powerfully clenched around him. I could feel his hands clench into fists below my ass, catching my flesh between his fingers and nails.
He bit my shoulder and let out a low grunt and whispered, "Fuck."
I straightened back up and we sat in silence, starring at each other. A slow smile spread over his face and I started to lightly laugh.
I tilted my head over to the radio and said, "Good song."
He nodded back to me. "Yeah," he said, still breathless. "Next time it needs to be on repeat, though."
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I was jolted awake as my phone started to buzz in my hand. I pulled off my headphones as Passenger finished playing and shut it off. No wonder why I had the flashback dreaming.
I tried to shake it off as I looked down at my lap and noticed that my half eaten pizza was dumped onto my bed. I picked it up and put it on my nightstand and looked at the clock. Two fucking in the morning. I flipped open the phone in anger to read the text.
"Oh yeah...Wear a skirt."
A/N
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For those of you who do not know, (which if you like Deftones, then you should) they are holding a donation for Chi, their bassist. He has been in a coma for almost a year now. His hospital bills are going insane and he's at home now, but still in a coma and having to have at home nurses and his family take care of him. This is truly heart breaking for me. You can buy a song that was written for him by people from bands like Korn, Slipknot, Sevendust, POD, Disturbed, Hatebreed and Metallica. I am putting in a link to a YouTube video that explains it all and has the song, for anyone who is interested to help out.
http://www(dot)youtube(dot)com/watch?v=CFH1_bH2wmE
Also, www(dot)OneLoveForChi(dot).com
Thanks for reading guys!!