"The Indies First Time Writer Challenge" One-Shot Contest
Title: 572
Pen name: BritKat
Primary Players: Edward/Bella
Rating: M
Word Count: 9,003
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Twilight… but sadly I don't. My bank account wishes I owned Twilight too.
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It was day 572 without any kind of action in my nether regions.
572 days without sex.
That's 572 days without lack of trying.
It wasn't like I couldn't normally get some if I wanted to, it was just a certain part of me didn't feel the need to perform. I wanted it so desperately, I was ready for it. Eddie Jr… not so much.
572 days ago I walked in on my wife riding, for lack of a better term, my best friend in our bed.
My cock then went into a deep depression.
Really, when I think about it now, Rosalie did me a favor.
Our marriage was over, we were just fuck buddies, but neither of us wanted to be the first to admit it.
My best friend Emmett, on the other hand, I couldn't forgive him.
He'd listened to me drone on about my marriage crumbling before my eyes, about my not caring to save it anymore, and he took that as permission to move in for the kill. I'd known him for 12 years.
He chose to fuck me over for the sake of a quick shag.
As far as I know, they're now living the perfectly happy little white picket fence life somewhere. So that quick shag turned into a full blown relationship.
I couldn't even get the quick shag part.
She'd left everything behind the night I caught them, including her cat, Ransom. I later learned Emmett was allergic, so I couldn't class it as a sweet parting gift.
That damn pussy was lucky to still have a roof over its head but I couldn't bring myself to kick him out.
As long as I fed him, he listened when I whined about my life and he was gracious enough not to talk back.
So with my marriage over, I was a free man. Free to spread my seed.
There was just one thing stopping me.
Eddie Jr.
I guess he missed Rosalie. She was a good lay, but come on, there are plenty more fish in the sea!
My balls had fallen out with Eddie Jr. months ago, they've been a lovely shade of blue for as long as I can remember. I'm convinced my body isn't even wasting energy creating swimmers that wouldn't even get the opportunity to be released.
Nothing made him stand to attention. Nothing. Nada.
For a cock that 572 days ago expected and received daily treats, this new existence was humbling.
I'd tried everything.
The obvious; porn and Viagra. The not so obvious; hormone therapy, vacuum devices and I had even quit smoking on my doctors advice.
Still nothing.
So I had woke up this morning on day number 572. The five hundred and seventy second consecutive day that I had woken up without morning wood since before I had hit puberty.
Climbing out of bed, I trip over Ransom on my way to the bathroom stripping out of my boxers as I go. I pee and glare angrily at Eddie Jr. while the water heats up in the shower. We were no longer friends.
He needed to man up and stand up.
Literally.
I force my way through my morning routine, grabbing my laptop, keys and wallet and heading out of my apartment towards the train station. Half way there I remembered my cell, I'd left it on the kitchen counter top. It wasn't going to do me much good there. I turn back towards my apartment, resigning myself to the fact that I was going to be late.
Fifteen minutes later I was back in route to the office. I thought it likely that I'd already missed the train I normally caught, every day, without fail. I barge through the turnstile, flashing my pass as I go, and dive onto the train standing at the station, thanking my lucky stars I'd caught it, the doors snapping closed behind me.
Fuck.
It was the wrong train.
Shit.
I settled into a vacant corner to wait for the next stop so I could get myself back on track and hopefully turn this shitty day around. I scanned through the busy carriage and my eyes locked on a petite brunette standing a few feet away with her back to me.
At that same second something stirred below against the rough fabric of my jeans. Something fucking stirred. Barely, but it stirred.
Was day 572 my lucky day?
Was the girl on the train the reason?
I stared impolitely at the back of her head. Her long brown curls fell haphazardly over her shoulders resting half way down her back. She wore skinny jeans and a feminine cut button down shirt that accentuated her tiny waist and perfectly heart shaped backside.
95% of the girls in the world that wore skinny jeans, quite frankly, shouldn't. This particular girl… she was in the 5% of the population who definitely should.
It wasn't long before I felt that I, in turn, was being watched. I moved my gaze over her shoulder to the girl's companion only to find her shooting me daggers and whispering to her friend. Slowly, the mass of gentle curls turned and her face came into view.
And what a view it was.
She was beautiful. Classically beautiful.
Her large chocolate brown eyes looked me up and down as her plump lips separated and broke into a small shy smile, aimed directly at me. Obviously, she didn't have the same disgust at my ogling that her friend did.
Her beautiful smile signaled another twitch from below.
Again, just a small movement… but a movement none the less.
I decided right there and then that I was staying on this train.
Fuck work.
My cock MOVED of its own accord. After 572 days. Work can take a back seat for now.
The girl turned back to her friend and I could see her shoulders shaking slightly with laughter. Her friend's disgust seemed to subside and soon both of them were laughing and whispering together.
Normally, giggling girls would annoy the shit out of me. But coming from her, it was digging up feelings that were entirely different.
Feelings in my head, and feelings in my pants.
Was my luck changing?
I grabbed my phone and sent a quick "I'm sick, not coming in" text to my supervisor, then contemplated my next move.
I was out of practice.
Her friend hugged her tight then hopped off at the next stop. As the door closed and the train slowly moved out of the station I caught her eye through the window. She smiled a genuine smile and winked at me.
What did that mean? Not three minutes ago she'd almost killed me with her glare.
We continued along the line, the carriage slowly emptying as we passed through the main stops in the city center. Before long, we were the only two left in this section of the train and we were heading out to the other side of the city.
She turned to face me, a small smile playing on her beautiful pink lips.
Giving myself a pep talk, I closed the distance between us.
At this point, I'm not sure which head was leading me to her.
*** BPOV ***
I'd glanced over my shoulder as the stream of commuters hopped on the train and spotted him the second he jumped across the doorway, barely making it before we left the station.
He looked so tired and alone.
But beneath the sadness of his exterior was a beautiful man. A pretty man.
Boy was he pretty.
I nudged Alice and motioned over my shoulder towards him. Alice looked over with a puzzled look on her face trying to figure out what I was trying to point out. Without stopping her stare she leaned into me and whispered as her face became annoyed.
"Bella, you are being watched… He's cute, but the way he's looking at you, like you're something to eat. I don't like it."
I slowly turned to look and was pleased when The Pretty didn't look away. I purposefully gave him the once over.
Shit he was pretty, from head to toe. A sinful kind of pretty.
The devilish thoughts running through my mind forced a smile to break out on my lips and I quickly turned back to Alice before I involuntarily launched myself in his direction.
I couldn't help the laughter that started and Alice quickly shed her anger when she realized, as any best friend would, that the attraction was mutual. I was OK with him undressing me with his eyes. Hell, he could undress me for real if he felt the need.
With that thought lingering on my mind I mentally checked off my Ready for Lovin' list. Shaved legs, decent underwear, time of the month? Yes, yes, no. Perfect.
We were getting closer to our stop, but I'd already made my decision, I was not getting off this train without The Pretty.
I explained my quickly cooked plans to Alice and asked her if she minded shopping without me today. I knew she wouldn't miss out on a shopping trip for anything. In fact she knew it could last twice as long without me tagging along and getting bored.
With an evil chuckle she readily agreed. As the train came to a stop, Alice hugged me and reminded me to text her throughout the day so she wouldn't worry. The doors slid open and she gracefully hopped out onto the platform.
I saw her give him one last look through the window as the doors closed and the train continued on its journey. I swear I saw her wink at him.
Over the next five minutes, I stood with my back to him, building up my courage as the carriage slowly emptied at each stop. When the last person exited, I turned to look at him in all his glory.
The excitement of what I was about to do was building inside me and some leaked out in the form of a smile.
That was the only encouragement he needed to make his way over to me.
The look he was giving me was penetrating through to my very center. My legs were feeling weak beneath me.
The thoughts of what I wanted to do to this stranger bounced themselves around in my head.
This was not the me I recognized of late, but this was the me I wanted to get back to being.
Confident Bella, the one that gets what she wants.
***
Jake had left me wounded. He'd taken all my confidence and left me a shell of my former self. A part of him loved me, I'm sure of it, he just didn't know how to show it and dragged me down into the lifeless relationship we'd had.
Four years of my young life I'd wasted with him.
Jake had put me down constantly and I had stupidly taken it thinking I couldn't get any better. Over the time we had been together, it had reduced me to nothing. I hadn't believed I was worthy of the attention of any man.
The day he left, deciding that he was too good for me, was the day I packed my bags and moved to the city and slapped some sense into myself.
I couldn't believe I'd stayed with him for so long getting mentally beaten to the ground.
Him leaving had snapped me out of the weird funk I'd let myself fall into. No more pity party for one.
It had been 572 days since he'd left and I'd essentially run away to the city to live with my lifelong best friend, Alice, and start afresh.
For 572 days I'd been looking for someone better. Someone I deserved, and in turn, someone who deserved me.
Alice had been my rock. She'd built me back up while also being ridiculously protective of me. With one hand she'd push me out the door on yet another blind date and with the other she'd wrap me up in a protective embrace.
She'd seen how weary I was to date, but hadn't let me chicken out of trying.
Because of that, I'd been on my fair share of duff dates, but my confidence had come back tenfold.
I was Bella again.
Strong, confident and dying to get laid!
Just last night I'd told Alice I was taking the next man that showed me an ounce of attention.
That man was stalking his way across the carriage towards me and it looked like he had similar activities on his mind.
But, we were on a train about to get to the end of its line.
This was going to be interesting.
The Pretty stopped a few inches in front of me. He was so close I could feel his hot breath on me. And I liked it. A lot.
If just the feel of his breath was an indicator of what was to come, today was going to be a good day.
***EPOV***
I was standing within reach of her now. Her intoxicating brown eyes were peering up at me through her thick lashes.
The energy passing between us was evident before we'd even touched.
"Hi." I breathed.
It was the only word I could pick out of my scrambled brain and throw at her.
"Hi" came her response.
Obviously her brain was mush right now too.
Without the need for words I took her hand and led her over to the nearest seat. As her fingers touched mine I felt an intense heat travel through my hand, up my arm and straight to my heart.
Weird.
We sat sideways on the seat, awkwardly facing each other, her knees tangled in between mine.
Electricity was flying through the air around us, I could hear the snap and crackle as our hands entwined.
"Edward, I'm Edward" I finally spoke, "And you, you are beautiful."
A warm pink blush rose from her neckline flushing through her cheeks as I spoke.
It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. Eddie Jr. agreed.
"I'm Bella, pleased to meet you, you're quite beautiful yourself." She chuckled, not taking her eyes off mine for even a second.
I'd never been a man-whore, never taken a girl home after speaking eight words to her. But right now, I wanted her, and the man-whore in me was bubbling to the surface.
Little Eddie of course had a lot of say in the matter also.
He'd become my own internal compass. Every movement Bella made, he followed.
Every movement he made painfully rubbed against the seam on my jeans as he fought to fit in their tight confinement.
The sensation of having a hard on was fucking with my head. I'd almost forgotten what it felt like.
Crazy thoughts of the rights and wrongs of diving into whoredom swam around my head as I gazed into her eyes. I could see the same confliction laying deep beneath the rich brown that looked back at me.
Even if I took Eddie Jr. out of the equation I still suffered the same conflict.
I wasn't ready to let her go.
Something was pulling me to her.
My salute to Bella wasn't leaving any time soon either and there was not going to be a day 573 marked on my calendar, so help me God.
The feel of her touch as her free hand fell to my knee snapped me out of my conflicted thoughts. Her hand ran slowly and steadily up my thigh, the fingers on her tiny hand spread wide. Her gaze dropped and a small grin flickered across her face. I knew she'd spotted the tent in my jeans.
Should I be embarrassed?
Because I wasn't. I was far from embarrassed.
I was intrigued.
Intrigued to find out why this girl, of all the girls I'd laid eyes on over the last one and a half years, was creating this reaction.
I wanted to find out more.
"Come home with me?" I faltered. In my mind the question was strong, but as it tumbled out into the world it sounded weak and scared of rejection.
Bella took her gaze away from her fingers, that had been rubbing small circles on my thigh, and peering through her lashes whispered a simple yes.
I needn't have worried about her answer. I'd have my chance to find out more about this beauty that sat before me.
We rode the rest of the way back to my stop in silence.
Bella's hands had traveled across my legs, catching behind my knees to pull me closer. Satisfied with the distance, or lack of, between us she pushed her hands firmly back towards my crotch, dragging her thumbs through the crease in my jeans, passing by my now bouncing dick, to my hips.
My cock felt rejected and jumped with anger as she swept by, straining at the fabric that restrained it. After such a long time it felt it needed some one on one attention.
As Bella's hands grazed painfully close to my crotch again I caught her wrists holding them there.
Her response caught me of guard.
Leaning her weight onto her hands and pressing into my thighs, she boldly moved forward until her lips brushed my ear.
"Easy Tiger" she breathed, her sweet scent washing over me as she spoke, "how long until we get to this apartment of yours?"
All sweet and innocent with a roaring undertone of pure sex. I'd be lucky to even make it off the train without jizzing in my pants.
Oh God, she was going to be the death of me.
Over her shoulder I saw the familiar buildings coming into view that signaled we'd looped far enough back around and reached my stop. I backed out of the seat not wanting to let go of her at all and risk losing the warmth my body felt by touching her. Still clinging onto her wrists, I tripped backwards into the aisle pulling her down on top of me.
Bella let out a high pitched squeal then fell into a fit of the most adorable sounding giggles I've ever heard.
Burying her head into my shoulder she muffled her laughter but I swear I heard her sniffing in my scent.
Through the mortification of finding myself lying on the dirty floor of a train, with a beautiful girl lying atop me, who was likely being poked by my ever persistent hard on, I couldn't help but laugh along with her.
Bella pushed herself up off my chest. The feel of her hands on me only encouraged my cock and it felt like it might burst through my button fly at any moment.
It was dying to escape.
I was convinced I couldn't get any harder.
Now she was standing over me. She held out her hand to pull me up. I took it, but not for the help. I'd already felt a chill from the loss and wanted her touch back.
As we walked towards the train door I kept a firm grasp on her hand. My long fingers wrapping completely around hers.
I had plans for those fingers later.
The doors opened and we stepped down onto the platform. I reluctantly let go of Bella's hand but pulled her in front of me with her back to my chest. Taking a hold of her hips, I slowly guided her through the crowd to the train station exit.
Her head fit perfectly under my chin. The scent of strawberries, sugar and clean washed over me from her hair.
As we stepped out the other side of the station and into the street a gust of wind blew her hair up around my face. Silky strands caught on the stubble on my face and linked us together as she stepped away for a mere moment before looping her arm through mine.
I reluctantly brushed her hair from my chin, chuckling slightly as Bella noticed what had happened.
My apartment was only a five minute walk, but the agonizing friction the bulge in my trousers was causing made it seem like a lifetime before we finally reached the lobby doors.
We hadn't spoken to each other since the few words we'd exchanged on the train.
But the silence wasn't empty. It felt right. I felt like I'd known her all my life.
I pulled out my security card and swiped it through the lock.
The doors unlocked and we walked through into the small lobby.
Suddenly a figure raced around the corner from the mail boxes and slammed full speed into Bella. She was knocked out of my grasp and into the wall behind us.
I raced over to check she was ok and just as I got to her she looked up and a look of shock crossed her dainty features.
"Mike?" she questioned. "Is that you?"
****BPOV****
We had spoken a couple of hushed salutations before he had taken my hand in his and walked me over to the nearest seat. We'd sat close, but not close enough for my liking.
A strange buzz seemed to hover around us. A constant vibrant energy hung in the air.
I'd felt the need to touch him, to connect further with him.
Then I heard his voice, properly this time. The low velvety sound felt like music to my ears. My eyes darted to his as my heart began to thump, I couldn't help but stare.
I felt myself blush as he introduced himself and bid me a compliment. I wasn't good with compliments… I hadn't received many, if any, from Jacob.
"I'm Bella, pleased to meet you, you're quite beautiful yourself." I'd replied.
I couldn't look away from his chiseled face, the angular lines of his jaw and cheekbones. The thick mane of bronze hair perfectly styled into an oddly sexy bouffant.
The shape of his eyes drew me in, his tear ducts begged to be kissed. I couldn't believe I was fantasizing about what I wanted to do to his tear ducts of all things!
For a moment I saw an internal battle rage behind the sea glass green eyes, but as quickly as it came, it was gone again and his face relaxed with his decision. Whatever that decision might be I hoped it included me.
I'd already made my mind up about the way I'd like to spend my day, but the more I connected with The Pretty, the more my decision was sealed. I needed to end my dry spell, and hell, this was the way to do it in style.
Feeling confident I placed my free hand on his leg and slowly massaged his thigh.
Looking down I saw the evidence of his excitement tenting in his pants and let a small giggle escape my lips in anticipation of what I hoped was to come.
His beautiful voice played once again for me, asking the question I'd been hoping to hear, "Come home with me?" He sounded nervous and unsure, but I could be the strong one to make both our fantasies come to fruition.
Looking up into his eyes I answered yes and was rewarded with a crooked smile that seemed to melt my panties away.
I grabbed the back of his knees and pulled him towards me. We were both perched awkwardly on the edge of the seat, but all I needed was to feel his legs entwined with mine.
Comfort was not in the forefront of my mind right now.
Sex most definitely was.
I wanted to touch him more. Feel him under my fingertips.
I pushed my hands up towards his hips, the inner sex kitten in me running my thumbs dangerously close to his predicament. I was teasing him and it was making me feel powerful, in control of the situation.
Slowly, I began to brush my hands back down his legs. All of a sudden I found my wrists constricted holding my palms flat to his inner thighs, my thumbs grazing him.
I pushed into him and leaned towards his ear. Feeling more confident with the situation with every passing second.
"Easy Tiger, how long until we get to this apartment of yours?" I asked in the sexiest voice I could muster without sounding like a porn star.
I felt his cock twitch as my breath fanned out over the shell of his ear.
Before I could make another move he backed out of the seat, pulling me by my wrists with him. His feet caught and before I could catch myself, I found myself lying across him. His rock hard dick pressing into my thigh caused me to laugh at the absurdity of it all.
I buried my face into his shoulder to stifle my laughter and took a moment to inhale the manly smell of leather, soap and a lingering hint of smoke.
We both got up from the train floor and, laughing, made our way to the exit.
My heart bounced around in my chest as he continued to hold onto me, something connecting us at every moment. The long fingers that wrapped around my hips as he walked us through the crowd conjured up the naughtiest thoughts in my mind.
I didn't want him to let go. I could feel his muscular chest against my back, his chin resting on the top of my head.
It was like he couldn't get close enough.
I couldn't get close enough.
How far away was this apartment?
How long did I have to wait to kiss those lips?
How long did I have to wait to run my tongue across those tear ducts? Damn the tear ducts – since when do I have a "thing" for tear ducts?
As we stepped outside, away from the crowded station, he moved away. I immediately felt the loss of his body against mine.
My hair had caught in the rough stubble lining his jaw, almost holding us together. Making sure a link still existed. He laughed as he brushed my hair away and gently tucked it behind my ear.
The touch of his fingers made me shiver. What was it about The Pretty? Something was drawing me in with absolutely nothing holding me back.
No self-preservation alarm was sounding. I felt safe with him.
We walked arm in arm and in complete silence to his apartment with just the sound of our breath mixing together into the cold air.
As we arrived at the lobby door, I felt my heart betraying me with its erratic beat.
He slid the security card through the lock and opened the door for me, placing his large warm hand on the small of my back and guiding me through.
We both knew what was coming.
I sure as hell hoped what I thought was coming was coming.
Before I had chance to take in the lobby and learn a little more about The Pretty, a figure came rushing around the corner slamming me into the wall.
I looked up to see Edward running towards me with a look of fright on his face and Mike…
Mike?
What the fuck was Mike doing here?
"Mike?" I stammered in absolute shock. "Is that you?"
I had been forced into a blind date with Mr. HandsOnMeConstantly, who had seen my agreement to go on a date as permission to fondle me.
The very last thing I had wanted was to be fondled by this creep. I had ended our date as soon as I politely could.
He had called me six or seven times a day for the next week. Even now, every couple of weeks he checks in. The fact that he has got my voice mail every single time, and I have not responded, hasn't given him the impression that I'm not interested.
I eased myself back up from the crumpled position I was in against the wall and inched my way closer to Edward.
"Bella" Mike yelled in his annoying whiny voice as he moved towards me, "How are you, we need to set up another date. I had so much fun!"
Really? He still hadn't got the message? Really?
"Mike, it is good to see you, let me introduce you to my fiancée Edward" I said as I leaned up on my toes to plant a kiss on Edward's cheek.
The heat hit me as my lips touched his skin. It spread from my lips, down my neck, across my body and down to the tips of my toes. I felt the electricity pulsing around us.
I could tell he felt it too. The smirk on his face as I kissed him turned to a look of complete and utter lust as the heat overtook his body too.
It took both of us a moment to fall back down to earth and register the pained look on Mikes face.
I felt bad.
Okay, no. I didn't feel bad at all. I felt relieved that maybe, just maybe, he's got the message.
"Oh, right… yeah… well, nice seeing you," Mike muttered as he hung his head and rushed out of the door and onto the street.
The tension of the whole bizarre event left with him and Edward and I broke into giggles. I dropped my hands from his waist, noting the ever-persistent bulge, and looped my arm back through his pulling him towards the elevators I could see at the far side of the lobby.
A new tension began to creep back into the moment. The sexual tension that had been zapping at us since we'd laid eyes on each other was back.
Edward jabbed at the button on the elevator, pressing it numerous times as if to make the doors open quicker.
After what seemed like a lifetime they opened and his hand once again dropped to my lower back, ushering me into the small space. Before the doors had managed to close, he was on me. His hips pushing me back against the wall. His lips attacking mine. His hands wandering up my body to my face.
I immediately parted my lips to invite him in, feeling his tongue snake out briefly and touch mine.
The pace of the kiss slowed as he reached over to hit the button for the fourth floor.
Bringing all his attention back to me he continued with the slow, steady, sweet kiss. Tasting my lips and cradling my face as if I was the best thing since sliced bread.
I could feel his cock pressing against my stomach and it took everything I had not to jump up into his arms to feel it press against my sex.
Just as our kiss began to heat back up I heard the ding of the elevator as the doors slowly slid open.
Taking my hand, he walked me down the long corridor to apartment 4E. He gently pulled me in front of him, my back once again to his chest, as he reached around and put the key in the lock.
Moving forward he pushed the door open and let me lead the way into his apartment.
His bachelor pad.
But this wasn't your typical bachelor's pad.
The apartment was well decorated. It had a woman's touch. My heart stopped for a mere moment as The Pretty suddenly became not so perfect.
"You're married?" I asked with a hint of defeat seeping in my voice.
Edward dropped his bags and looked alarmed as he heard me speak. "What, no, why? Why would you ask that?"
"You're apartment Edward, this is the home of a married couple, or a gay man. And judging by the energizer bunny hard on you've had for the last twenty minutes, I'm going with my first assumption." I barked bitterly at him.
"You're wrong" I heard him mumble, almost under his breath.
"So, you're gay?"
"Hell no, I'm not gay. Why would I have asked you to come back with me minutes after meeting you if I was gay?" he responded, louder this time, more sure of himself.
I knew I'd got it wrong, I could tell by the lost look on his face that he was being truthful. There was a story to tell, but this guy wasn't married, or engaged, or even attached.
With my lack of response he continued.
"Divorced." He said quietly. "I caught her with my best friend, in this very apartment actually."
I had moved away from him as the conversation had progressed but suddenly felt the pull calling me back to him.
I stepped forward and grabbed his hands. Placing them on my hips and putting my hand on his broad shoulders, I raised up to meet his lips again.
"Shhh, not now" I murmured against his mouth "No explanations now, we have plenty of time for that."
I felt his heart beat accelerate as the words sunk in, a crooked smirk making an appearance on his beautiful face. The twinkle was back in his eyes.
A dangerous twinkle that made my panties wet at the thought of what mischief lay beneath them.
I needed more contact. I needed skin on skin.
I needed this man, this captivating beautiful man.
In thirty minutes he had captured my heart. Love at first sight? Lust at first sight? Whichever it was I'd figure that out later, right now I was going with my primal instincts and getting what I could while I could.
As our tongues began to explore each other's mouths I heard the familiar beep coming from my jeans pocket alerting me to an incoming text. I ignored it.
We continued slowly moving down the hallway to the living room, our mouths never leaving each other's and our hands never stopping roaming over each other's bodies.
A couple of minutes later, the same beep. Again, I ignored it.
Edward backed up against the sofa, bending his knees and gently bringing me down to straddle him.
His lips left mine and I felt lost without the contact. He gently nibbled and kissed his way to my ear.
"Bella, I want you so fucking much," he breathed into my ear.
A soft moan was all I could muster in return as I felt the devil in his words send a shiver down my spine.
Another minute later and my phone sounded once again.
I gently pushed away from him and he groaned into the empty space between us.
Reaching into my pocket I grabbed my phone and flipped it open. Three texts. Three texts from Alice.
Damn it.
~ R u alive? ~
~ Will u answer me plz? ~
~ Bella, I'm calling the police. ~
I quickly shot back a response. Cursing her at the same time as loving her for loving me so much.
~ A, I'm fine, trying to get my schmooze on! ~
"Your boyfriend?" he quipped, eyebrows raised as I snapped the phone shut and threw it onto the coffee table.
I laughed and shook my head no as he grabbed my waist, almost roughly, and pulled me back to his lips.
His cock rubbed against me through the fabric of two pairs of jeans as he moved his hips minutely beneath me.
Our hands became braver as they crept slowly and meaningfully over each other's bodies.
I wanted to see more of The Pretty.
This clothing had to go.
*** EPOV ***
I sat on my couch, my back pressed into the cushions, Bella straddling my legs.
The taste of her on my tongue as I explored her mouth, and the feel of her under my touch was amazing, the heat rising on every surface she touched.
This was better than anything I remembered. Maybe Rosalie wasn't that great in the sack after all.
My one and only problem with the situation: there was entirely too much clothing involved.
I started popping the buttons on her shirt open one by one as she simultaneously ran her hands down to the hem of my t-shirt and started tugging it upwards.
I took my hands from her shirt for the smallest amount of time possible as she pulled my t-shirt up and over my head.
I saw fabric flying across the room and landing in a heap on the floor in front of the fireplace.
The chill of the air hitting my skin made me shiver. I'd like to think it was the sight of my bare chest that made Bella shiver.
Hey, I'm a man, that's how we all think!
Returning my attention to her shirt, I unbuttoned the final few buttons and pushed the soft fabric off her shoulders and down her arms.
She wrestled awkwardly to pull it off her arms, almost falling backwards off her perch, then slung it across the room to join mine.
The sight of her half naked body made my ever-present arousal bounce in glee. Pointing a straight and direct line to Bella's heart.
I kissed and nibbled a light trail across her collarbones, feeling her body respond to my every touch.
Eddie Jr. jumped around in his confinements, willing the button fly to pop.
Could this be considered cruelty to peen? Surely, I should be letting Eddie Jr. have his moment after so many inactive days, but I wanted to please her first. I needed to.
I knew I had to keep a hold of the situation. Otherwise, junior would take over. I knew I wanted to hear Bella scream my name, over and over, before allowing myself my 572-day-old release.
I slowly licked and bit my way up to her ear, bringing her lobe into my mouth and sucking gently.
My hands roaming her stomach and sides, teasing her as I passed her breasts.
The moans that left her mouth sent shivers of pleasure cascading down my spine.
I moved back to her inviting mouth. My tongue darting out to moisten both her lips and mine. She captured my tongue, pulling me in.
Fuck, what was she doing to me?
I finally allowed my hands to make contact with the two perfect mounds her modest cleavage offered. And, the way her back was arching, she was clearly offering them.
Over the silky fabric of her plain white bra I caressed her. She fit perfectly into my hands.
I felt her nipples harden even more under my touch and the heat continued its rapid journey across both our bodies.
Her heartbeat sped up under my palm, her breathing coming in shorter breaths.
Her arms rested on my shoulders, her hands tangled in the hair at my neck.
Reaching around her small frame I attempted to release her chest from its support.
I was clearly out of practice.
I wrestled for a few moments with the fastening, but that fucker was not going to cooperate.
Bella rested her forehead on my shoulder, let out a sweet sexy laugh and effortlessly reached around and unclasped her bra.
With a sigh of relief I pushed the straps off her shoulders, letting them fall down her arms. I pulled the offending garment from her body and tossed it to the pile of clothing accumulating on the floor.
Lifting her head she gave me a satisfied wink, then she raised her eyebrows to ask what I was waiting for.
She was the sexiest woman I'd laid eyes on in a long time, and she didn't even need to try.
Her luscious perky breasts bounced inches from my face. Her nipples, a rosy pink against her pale white skin, stood to attention as if mimicking Eddie Jr.
Without hesitation I found myself suckling on her, my finger and thumb pinching and teasing the neglected nipple. She pushed her body into me, arching her back and rubbing her hips against mine, gaining friction where we both craved it the most.
It took me all I had to stop myself from climaxing right there and then in my pants.
The pain of feeling Ransom's claws sink into my naked shoulders as he jumped onto the back of the sofa was enough to ease the pressure momentarily in my pants.
I almost sunk my teeth into Bella's nipple with the shock.
Thankfully, instead, I jumped to my feet taking Bella with me. She had the good sense (or was it just self-preservation) to wrap her legs around me avoiding a fall onto the hard wood floor.
I let out a sharp breath easing the pain of the eight pin pricks in my skin and unhooking Bella's ankles from by waist lowered her to the floor.
Seeing a gleeful cat sat on the back of the sofa, Bella realized what had happened to cause the sudden leap. Shooing the cat, away she dramatically turned into mother mode, shedding the pure sex kitten demeanor in a matter of seconds.
Grabbing my hand she led me into the kitchen.
"Medical shit?" she questioned.
Still shocked by the surprising turn of events I motioned to the drawer next to the sink and watched as she picked out some antiseptic wipes and Neosporin.
"Come here," she ordered as she jumped onto the counter by the sink.
I walked over, taken aback by her change of manner. The caring, sweet, protective way she fussed over me made my heart swell. That was until I realized something else was no longer swelling.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Was that it? Was that my one chance and the fucking cat had killed it
I hung my head as I neared Bella. She gently turned my body and pulled my shoulders towards her. She was still naked from the waist up forcing the care giver and the sex goddess titles to compete.
"Does that hurt, baby?" she asked as she whipped the small amount of blood away from the wounds.
"Nope, not really." I murmured, now unsure of where today's events were going to go. I could feel her gently rubbing a small amount of Neosporin onto each scratch. Rosalie had never shown me this much tender affection in our three years of marriage.
"So, you're ready to get back to where we were?"
And that was that.
The vixen was back.
She pressed her bare breasts into my back and tangling one hand in my hair pulled my head roughly to the side as she began biting and licking her way up my neck towards my ear.
The sensation of her sweet breath against my neck willed Eddie Jr. back into action. He too wasn't ready to give up that easily.
In one fluid movement, I whipped around and crashed my lips against hers. I felt like I was home, my lips were where they should be, my body pressed against the only body it should be against. The heat crept back under my skin and I could feel the goose bumps rise across Bella's skin as I touched her. The tremble as I caressed every inch of her exposed flesh.
I fumbled with the zipper on her jeans and began to push them over her hips. She raised herself off the counter as I wrestled with the material that fit her so snuggly, forcing it down her long slender legs.
I heard the thud as she kicked off her shoes and watched in admiration as she revealed the rest of her legs to me and threw the jeans across the kitchen.
***BPOV***
I sat in front of him now, naked except for my white boy shorts. My wet white boy shorts.
The Pretty was doing things to my body I'd never even dreamt of, and he hadn't even done much of anything yet.
Interruptions had been stacking up against us. Mike, Alice, the fucking cat! But I was too far lost in him to give up now.
The chemistry was making my insides hurt, my crotch throb and my nipples could cut ice. Something wicked was going on and I liked it. A lot.
I'd felt the need to care for him when the cat pounced. After I managed to not topple us both over, I led his half naked self into the kitchen, dishing out some TLC. The scratches weren't too bad and the passion began racing through me once again. Besides, I needed to get his cock back on alert like it had been for the past 40 minutes.
Pressing my naked torso into his back I whispered into his ear, grabbed a handful of his bronze hair, and nibbled my way across his neck.
In a flash his lips were on mine, tasting, exploring my mouth. I could feel his stubble against my face. I could feel the warmth returning to my body and the goose bumps rise over every inch of skin Edward touched.
His hands fell to my jeans as he began to rid me of the barrier between us. Lifting myself off of the counter, he awkwardly dragged them down my legs.
Why did I choose today to wear the skinny jeans that need an army to take off?
Kicking off my shoes, I pulled the jeans off my feet and discarded them across the kitchen.
Edward stood back and watched my every move, a look of lust across his face and a sparkle in his eyes.
His perfectly styled hair now fell across his forehead and into his eyes. His chest rose and fell with deep breaths. His perfectly chiseled abs creating a ladder down to the V that pointed to the wonderland.
And the wonderland was awake again.
The cat attack was far behind him, but I was more than ready for him to now be the one attacking the pussy.
I beckoned for him to come back into my space, and, without wavering, he took one large stride positioning himself between my thighs. Sat on the counter I was the same height as him and our eyes met, just inches from each other.
The soft green of his eyes had deepened to a darker shade. The lust was mixed with another emotion I couldn't quite capture. My heart beat once again sped up as he looked deep into my eyes, reaching my very soul.
Leaning in he kissed me softly on the lips before beginning his journey along my jaw line, down my neck and across my chest.
Small chaste kisses followed by a shallow breath of air created an ice cold trail across my burning body. A trail that was heading right to the part of me that ached for his touch the most.
Hooking his long slender fingers into the waistband of my shorts he slowly pulled them down over my butt as he continued his icy path on its route south. As my shorts caught on the back of my knees, he used them to pull me to the edge of the counter before allowing them to drop to the floor by his feet.
He swept the tip of his nose across my hip bone. I could feel his breath spreading across my skin sending shivers across my body.
He pushed my thighs apart and my head fell back in anticipation of what was coming. The rough texture if his stubble rubbed against my inner thighs before he placed one small kiss below my naval then roughly grabbed my backside and pulled me off the counter and into his embrace.
I hooked my legs around his waist enjoying the feel of his arms wrapped tightly around my body. My arms came to rest on his shoulders as I dropped my head to lay on him.
He pressed me against his strong chest, nibbling along my collar bone as he carried me effortlessly.
My body ached from his teasing. I didn't think I could wait much longer to feel him inside me.
His erection rubbed against me as we moved down the hall. I needed to set it free from its captivity. I needed to imprison him somewhere else entirely.
We rounded the corner and Edward reached around to unhook my ankles and gently placed me on the floor. No sooner had my feet touched the ground his lips crashed once again against mine, sending me backwards a few steps. My knees hit the bed and I sunk down onto the mattress pulling Edward with me.
Our kiss, full of passion, promise and desire, never broke as we tumbled to the bed. Our hands roamed each other's bodies as if trying to lock each and every inch into our memory.
A small yelp left his mouth as I tugged at his hair pulling him away from my lips for just a moment. "I need to feel you, inside me, now." I panted.
He growled his response as four hands simultaneously fumbled to undo his button fly. After what seemed like an eternity his jeans were open and I moved to push them over his firm backside. Our kiss became messy as we both tried to wrestle him out of his clothing, teeth clattering together and stubble burning my chin.
I forced his waistband over his hips allowing his cock to spring free.
Commando.
Nice. All the more easy to access.
Edward unhappily broke our kiss and leaned over to the bedside table. Opening the drawer he began rummaging through its contents.
"Fuck, shit. Fuck. This can't be happening." He cursed under his breath.
Confused I watched as he stood up from the bed and moved over to the dresser. Throwing objects out he continued to mutter obscenities. The stress in his broad shoulders rippled through his body.
I stared.
Stared at the Godlike figure in front of me. The footballers legs leading to the strong, muscled thighs, topped with the addictively pinch-able butt. The slim waist up to the vast expanse of his shoulders. His hair no longer anywhere close to the perfect style I had first seen on the train, the evidence of our passionate make out session and my hair pulling evident in the tussled mess.
I slowly rose from the bed and made my way over to where he stood.
Wrapping my arms around him from behind and pressing myself against his back, I took his cock into my hand and started slowly moving my closed fist up and down his length. My thumb passed over the tip and I could feel that he was as ready for me as I was for him.
As I rested my forehead between his shoulder blades I felt the tension begin to relax from his back as his head fell forward, his hands digging into the wood of the dresser.
Looking down I saw the contents of his drawers splayed across the floor and I spotted what I presumed he was so anxiously looking for.
The shiny foil wrapper sparkled among the socks, belts and… wait, what was that? Black suspenders? Sexy. The Pretty would look hot wearing those.
Continuing my movements on his dick I slowly kissed my way down his back, keeping my body in close contact with his and dragging the nails on my free hand down his sides. I felt the shiver that passed over him as my kisses turned to nips when I neared his waist and delicate bites as I passed over his remarkably toned behind.
Trailing my nails down his leg, I reached out across the floor and grabbed the condom before beginning my expedition back up his body. I savored the smell of soap mixed with arousal as I caressed his skin with my tongue.
I wound my arm around him as I stood up on my toes to whisper into his ear.
"Is this what you were looking for?" I asked, a smile crossing my lips as I heard his nervous chuckle after he'd opened his eyes to see me waving the condom in front of his face.
Snatching it from my hand he tore at the wrapper. I moved my fondling to his balls as he rolled the condom over his huge throbbing member.
In one swift movement he whipped me around so I was now standing in front of him, in the same position he had been moments earlier. He nudged my legs apart with his knee then at an agonizingly slow pace pushed inside me.
I had been ready for him from the second he'd first touched me on the train. The sensation I felt as my body stretched to accommodate him was superior to anything I'd ever felt.
Once he'd filled me to my capacity he held still. His head resting on my upper back, I could feel his sharp breaths against my skin.
As he worked to calm himself he moved one hand to my clit and slowly circled around the tender nub. After all the tension and teasing of the last hour, I immediately began to feel the familiar burn radiating inside me. The ripples of pure pleasure were forcing their way out of my center at an alarming rate.
Edward gently pinched my clit and it was all too much. My orgasm ripped through my body, my muscles clenched around him as he finally began to move inside me, my lips screamed out his name over and over.
Every muscle in my body trembled and every nerve felt alive.
Edward was a talented man.
As I began to come down from my high I felt Edward tense behind me, grabbing a fistful of my hair forcing my head back. My eyes met his in the mirror hanging above the dresser as he exploded deep inside. He shuddered in ecstasy as a long low moan escaped him.
His body collapsed over mine, his chin resting on my shoulders, never breaking our gaze. A crooked smile crossed his face as he chuckled and whispered in the sexiest post sex voice.
"Well, now that we've both got our premature orgasms out of the way, let's go for say, 572 more?"
How could I deny The Pretty?
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Yeah, I did it. Thank you so much to everyone over at The Indie Twific Awards for creating The Indies First Writers Challenge. This idea has been bouncing around in my head and about 200 words of it on paper for months. This was the kick in the butt I needed to actually put it down on paper.
Lindi… if you remember the facebook comments months ago about all of our favourite Edwards; Darkward, Assasinward, Dukeward… we joked about Limpward… this one's for you!
Thanks to the RK's for encouraging me to give it a go and do this and especially to Blackie for letting me know about the Challenge.
And of course… big hugs and sloppy kisses to Rebecca and Kim. THANK you so much for beta-ing your little hearts out for me. I appreciate your thoughts and idea's so much.
To check out the other entries in the "The Indies First Time Writer Challenge" contest, head on over to:
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