"We're bad people." Edward pushed me up against the wall and kissed me hard. All thoughts of Jacob asleep in the next room left my mind. I just wanted to feel his hair between my fingers, his chest against mine and him grinding his hips into me.
We really should stop.
But I don't want to.
He grabs my tits in his hands, watching my face when he tucks on my piercing. I feel my eyes turn to fire. I couldn't take this much longer. Groping and playing was not what I wanted.
I put my hand down his pants and felt him. Not the first time that night. I started stroking, slowly. His heavy breathing in my ear driving me crazy. I can't believe I'm doing this.
He's attacking my neck with kisses – rough, clumsy and sloppy. But I can't get enough.
Jacob flashes back into my mind briefly but fuck him.
Edward turns me around, my face against the wall and rips down my skirt. He growls at my thong and rips it off.
Suddenly, he's inside me. He grips onto my hips so tight I can already tell there'll be bruises. I stand there and feel him pump in and out of me. I'm trying not to scream. Jacob.
I hear Edward's heaving breathing and it sends shivers down my back. This is too good. I bring one hand down to rub my clit. We can't be too long. Jacob.
Edward moans when he realises and starts fucking harder. The ungodly sound of bodies together fills the room. My eye rolls back into my head and I bite my lip.
Edward's close too. His grip is tighter. I can't stand anymore, my legs are shaking. He gives me one final thrust before cumming all over my ass.
He hastily threw a rag at me and left.
I hear voices in the other room.
Jacob.