The characters are not mine. The beautiful kinky ways they love each other are, so no stealing.

Chapter 1: Release

His hands are everywhere, squeezing my flesh, palming my ass, scratching my back and thighs. I feel stretched and battered. His pounding is relentless. Everything is on fire—the air, my body, my world.

"I'm gonna make you come so fucking hard," he says

I believe him. I can feel the tension building deep in my belly by the rubbing raw of every nerve ending I have. If I don't come soon I will die, and if I do, I also die. That's how good he is.

"Have you ever had someone like me?" he asks, but I can't think straight. He rams himself into me, forcing my cry. "Answer me"

"No. You… special."

"Damn fucking straight. You like it when I fuck this tight little ass. You wanna fuck my ass, baby?"

"Yes. God, yes," I say. I have been dreaming of his ass since the first day he dropped to his knees to suck my cock.

He chuckles, but it's strained. He's ready to come himself. "Soon. I want you desperate before I give that to you."

"I am. I am, I am, I am," I say. My arms are trembling. I feel as though I'll collapse at any second. "Please."

"God. Come for me, Jasper. Show me how much you love my cock."

It's too much. It's all too much. I can feel my balls tightening as his bounce off mine with every thrust. His touch is rough and real. His cock pulses in my ass, hitting places only he can hit. Like an electric surge, my orgasm ignites my spine and spills from my body, landing in streams across the forest floor. With a rocky groan and violent spasms, Edward fills his condom with his own pleasure, stilling for a breath of a moment and then collapsing on top of me.

The birds begin calling again after our noises die into silence, and the rustling of trees accompanies the breeze I've been feeling. Edward pulls out and shifts, turning me to look at him. His kisses are sweet, but controlling, just like he is. I never knew I could love something so much.

"Mmm, was that good for you?" he says, a twinkle in his eye.

I laugh and trail my kisses down his jaw to his neck and chest as I say, "I may need another taste, just to see."

"If you insist." A pressure at the top of my head guides my mouth to a stirring cock, which both amuses and exasperates me.

"Baby, you know we can't. You might be able to skip class whenever you want, but it's a bit different for me."

"We've got fifteen minutes. If you can't make me come in fifteen minutes, I'll finish myself off."

He doesn't take no for an answer. Stroking himself with one hand and gripping my hair with the other, he gets us into position. "That's it, baby. Just like that," he says as I open for him. "God, you're such a dirty little slut, aren't you? Letting me fuck that mouth after I fucked your ass?"

If he's not careful he's going to give me another erection, and I'm just not as young and virile as I used to be. Hell, I don't think I was ever as horny as him, even when I was his age.

"Roll over," he says after I've worked on him for a minute. I've made him good and hard, and now he's ready to drive into me. We roll together onto our sides, him a little above me. "Fuck, you're so good to me, baby. I love it when you choke on my cock like that."

Damn it, I can feel myself wanting him again, but it will never happen. I need at least a half hour of recovery before I can come, and that's best case scenario. If this takes the full fifteen minutes, I'll need to walk into my after-lunch class with a clipboard hiding my crotch. With a careful caress so I don't accidentally poke something tender as he pistons his hips, I work my fingers into the crack of his ass, and then circle the middle around the rim of his hole. I like it when he chokes, too, and I don't even need my cock down his throat. When I push inside, his thrusts become erratic, until eventually he comes, hot and salty, into my mouth. He curses up a storm.

"I fucking love it when you do that," he says, "even if it does make me feel like a noob."

"You're seventeen, Edward. You are a noob."

"I've had ten times as much sex as you," he says, his eyes lighting up with his mirth. I love how green they are. "How old are you again?"

"Shut it," I say as I pull on my pants. He knows I'm not fond of our age difference. "You should be getting ready too. It's your senior year. You can't afford to fall behind."

"I have As in everything except History. Why the hell did you give me a B, anyway?"

I stop working at my tangled shirt and sigh. "I made a mistake. I overcompensated because of our relationship."

"Which one? The one where I fuck your brains out in the woods or the one where I live in your house while you pretend to be married to my sister?"

Not this again. "Edward, please. I married Alice long before I met you. You can't just wish it away."

"I don't see why you can't divorce her. You're fucking gay." He tugs at his pants, jumping a little to get his feet through, and buttons them with purpose. "I don't think what you're doing is fair to her."

"What I'm doing? We're in this together! You really think I want to hurt her this way? I stayed the fuck away from men when I married her, and then you had to come along and change everything."

Edward enjoys cussing whenever there's a word he can replace with shit, damn, and especially fuck, but he knows that when I cuss it's because I'm pissed. He takes a breath to calm himself and sidles up next to me, slipping his hands around my waist and swaying. The gentle path of his hands relaxes my muscles, but there's one more thing I have to say before I let go of my anger.

"I don't like it when you fuck that girl."

"You stop fucking my sister and I'll stop fucking that girl," he says as his lips nip at the skin on my neck. "You know I don't want her the way I want you."

"I haven't had sex with Alice in months."

"But you will if she complains. That's the way you are, baby. You're a pleaser. I fucking love that about you, but I don't like when you please other people." His fingers dig into my ribs and his teeth come out to play. "I want you all to myself."

"Give me time?" I ask, and Edward sighs but nods.

It's been this way for a month now. He fucks me and then gets angry that I go home to sleep in his sister's bed. I want to be with him more than I thought I could ever want anything, but he's a teenager—my student—and I'm married. Someday I'll make him happy, but for now we have to live this fractured life, taking our few minutes and accepting our places in this goddamned world.

A/N: Let me know what you thought, my loves. Reviews are always appreciated. I think I'm going to write a few more chapters on this, maybe give Ed and Jas their happy ending, but it may stay a one-shot, just so you know.