Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyers owns Twilight, I do not. This plot however did spark from my twisted Reality TV loving mind and I decided to run with it. No copyright infringement is intended with the posting of this mayhem.
A/N: You're back for more! As a reward here's some tangy citrus. Don't act surprised... did you really expect our free loving Bella to last long. He's Edward Masen Cullen!
Chapter 2
A Rock Star Is Born
~~*Bella*~~
I was officially feeling both hot and bothered now thanks to my new roommates winks, smirks, and disguised advances, so I quickly decided I needed to take things into my own hands before he came upstairs to go to bed. It was obvious that if I didn't take action I would never get any real sleep tonight. Just the sound of his breathing alone in the bed next to mine would without a doubt drive me mad. I certainly didn't need him waking up to me... er... petting my kitty just a few feet away from him.
Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.
As soon as I spotted the stairs my knees began to shake and the pathway in front of me became slightly blurred. My peripheral vision began swaying to the beat of the music James had put on in the other room and that too was not helping the situation.
Shit, I really shouldn't have finished that last drink.
I grabbed hold of the railing and slowly started the challenge that awaited me. Unfortunately my mission was interrupted by the sound of a very girly giggle to the left of the stairs. Through the opening of the doorway a few feet away from me on the ground floor, I saw Rose pinning Edward up against the wall while she traced her finger tip across his chest playfully. He was smiling down at her, obviously enjoying the attention which forced me to release an impulsive huff and glare in their direction. He suddenly directed his eyes up at me on the staircase and smirked a little wider at the realization that I was indeed annoyed with what I was witnessing in their exchange.
Definitely just a flirt, and now I'm screwed because I want him in the worst kind of way and he's my goddamn roommate... not just a housemate... but my damn roommate.
F-M-L.
"Need some help Bella?" he called out obnoxiously. I rolled my eyes and mentally shot him the bird for making me feel jealous. This was totally unlike me, and I absolutely hated it. Damn him further to hell.
"I'm fine, thanks," I replied through gritted teeth, knowing there'd be no way for him to hear my response but not caring in the slightest. I already knew my glare had given me away and there was no way to take that back so I would have to deal with my momentary lapse in, I don't give a fuck, and concentrate once again on making it up the stairs.
Once I'd somehow managed to get my self into the bathroom to brush my teeth, I stumbled around to find my way to the bed located somewhere, hopefully close by. I cursed myself for not having taken notice of where all the light switches were during the daylight hours and instantly made a mental note that tomorrow it would be first on my list of things to do.
After almost walking into the wall once, okay, maybe twice, I grabbed hold of the curtains to swing them open in order to allow just enough moonlight into the room so that I could pull one of my favorite extra large t-shirt out from the drawer in front of my bed to change. Normally, at home, I'd sleep in the nude, but that would be out of the question here so my second best option was the old worn out, barely there t-shirt I had grown up wearing since I was thirteen.
I kicked my pants off first, then pulled the tank top up over my head with one hand before unfastening my bra to toss it towards the corner of the room behind my bed. I'd just removed my mic and set it on the dresser and was reaching down to pick up the over sized shirt, when someone came stumbling through the heavily beaded curtain that divided our room from the hallway.
Thankfully, because I was still aware of the cameras, my arm was already covering my bare chest. I looked up to find Edward smiling in my direction.
"And so the perks begin." His smooth voice toyed and I was already stuttering in my head.
Pu-pu-pull your shit together, speak woman, I silently ordered. "I'm sorry, what?"
"Having you as a roommate. Please tell me you like to sleep naked, too."
What the... is he in my freaking head? How could he have so many lucky guesses about who I am and what I like to do?
"Oh get over yourself," I mumbled turning my back so I could slip the cotton fabric over my head and around my body. I pulled my hair out from the collar of the shirt and let out a loud and frustrated sigh.
Regardless of the realization that Edward had some how already managed to shake my sturdy foundation of not wanting to get involved with a housemate, I was feeling good. Nice and tipsy, no, better than tipsy. Every part of my body was tingling, and I wanted to play my guitar now that I wouldn't be able to release myself in private.
Best side step to a potential hang over, or when feeling sexually frustrated - play music until your fingers start to hurt.
I slipped on a pair of boxers and pushed the window beside my bed open and grabbed my guitar case, sliding it out onto the roof above the porch down below. I'd already scouted this location as soon as we'd pulled up this afternoon. The many ledges around the house would promise a nice getaway when the cameras became too much during the next few months.
"Um, I'm not so sure sitting out on the roof is a good idea in your... um... condition, Bella," Edward spoke up after flopping his body down onto his bed, belly first.
"I can take care of myself thanks. I only had like two shots." I fibbed.
"Four actually, and a Long Island," he corrected me with a smirk highlighted by the moonlight that was shooting across our room now.
Christ. My fingers were suddenly twitching to reach out and run themselves through the mass of hair his own hand was already messing with.
"Nice to know I'll never have to worry about keeping track of my alcohol intake while were here," I quietly muttered, just loud enough for him to hear, then kicked my feet up and over the ledge to slide my body out beneath the stars.
The air was cool, and the street was quiet. If I closed my eyes, it would remind me of home.
But I didn't want to be reminded of home, I came here to get away from home.
Quickly, I became lost in the strumming sounds coming from my guitar, brought on by my own finger tips.
There was nothing in the world I loved to do more than to just get lost with Jane in my lap.
What is wrong with me? Why am I letting this pretty boy get to me?
Without even realizing it, I began humming softly to one of my original songs. Remembering the person I had written it for, a tear began to slide down my cheek without my permission.
Fucking traitor.
I wiped it away and took a deep breath, then continued my playing until my fingers begged for a break.
It must have been at least an hour because the moon had moved quite a bit from where it had been when I'd first stepped outside and my nose was certainly feeling numb thanks to the cool air.
Slowly and quietly I made my way back inside.
"Ouch! Watch it!" a voice suddenly yelped in the darkness scaring me half to death.
Edward was on my bed under the window, and I'd just slid myself right on top of his lap.
"Well, what the hell are you doing in my bed? Should I start calling you Goldilocks?" I asked with a snicker, then slid my guitar off to the side of my bed, while I remained positioned against him for just a little while longer.
"I wanted to hear you better. You're amazing on that thing, besides I think this worked out well. I kind of like having you here in my lap."
"Well, I like not being scared to death by people in dark," I muttered in return, just as his hands grabbed hold of my hips to lift me up and off of him. Quickly, I made my way back into the bathroom to wash my face before kicking him out of my bed.
Do I want to kick him out of my bed? Jesus Christ, yes woman you do! I quickly scolded myself then pinched my own arm as punishment for even questioning it.
I checked my reflection in the mirror and let out a quiet sigh. To say I looked an absolute mess after sitting outside with the wind blowing for an hour would be an understatement. After kicking my boxer shorts off I pulled on the elastic band of my nothing fancy underwear letting it slap the skin across my hips and grimaced at the loud snap.
Tomorrow's hangover would be wicked. That was a fact.
When I came out of the bathroom, the room was pitch black again. Edward had pulled the curtains shut, but before I could call out to him in frustration someone's hands grabbed at my waist and pushed me up against the bathroom door then covered my mouth to muffle my shocked squeal.
I gasped against the palm of his hand and tried to focus on my breathing so that my knees wouldn't buckle underneath me. "Shhhhhhhh," his smooth, silky voice instructed me. I nodded my head and briskly gulped back my nervousness. Edward being this close to me, with this amount of alcohol in my system, was not safe. He was not safe.
"You, Bella, are amazing. After this evening, and after listening to you practically make love on your guitar, I can officially say you've made it my mission to get to know you personally, better than anyone else in this house."
Fuck me, this is our first night and I'm ready to hand my panties over to some total stranger I will be living with for the next ninety days. What if this goes badly? What if he's absolutly awful in bed? How will I be able to face him with a straight face in the morning? Christ are you kidding me? How could that even be possible. The man has already eye fucked the shit out of YOU multiple times this evening, Swan. He's going to be masterful under the sheets. Just accept it.
It's a good thing I had no one in my life that I cared about embarrassing when this was aired on national television.
Well, no one to embarrass but myself. You only live once. Seize the day.
I quickly reminded myself that part of my reasoning in signing up for this adventure was to let lose without fear of consequences. To learn to be more comfortable with things that were out of my control and to just let life... happen.
He slowly removed his hand from over my mouth, and I could feel his sweet breath against my cheek as he brought his fingertips up my thigh, lifting my night shirt above my hips, where he grabbed hold to bring me up against what already felt like a massive piece of meat pressed against my trembling girly parts.
"Can I kiss you?" he asked wickedly. His teeth nibbled at my ear, and I couldn't help but release a moan from between my lips.
No guy had ever asked for permission before kissing me, and there was something extremely panty dropping about it.
"You better," I whispered back. My challenge created the sexiest sound I'd ever heard from a mans lips just before he brought his mouth up against mine. It was a soft kiss at first, but our hunger for each other quickly took over and I just as quickly found myself out of breath. We had no choice but to separate for a few seconds, the need for oxygen interrupting us. The smile on his face was enough to bring my lips back to his within seconds. I was already addicted and we'd barely just begun.
Smooth move, Swan.
My legs just about gave way as our mouths collided again, his tongue instantly connecting with mine, while our heads moved side to side in rhythmic fashion.
"Fuck, you're a good kisser," he moaned after breaking our passionate embrace for the second time.
I was seriously fearing for my own safety now. If he were to let go of me, there was no way I'd stay standing.
No way in hell.
"You're not so bad yourself," I replied with a grin, letting my fingers get lost in his gorgeous mass of hair. I gave a light tug and brought his lips back to mine, and he quickly hitched my legs up around his waist to push himself further against me around the wall.
"This is a blind spot for the cameras, Bella. I already staked all the safe zones out earlier today," he carefully informed me between his pants in my ear.
"I don't give a damn about the cameras," I answered back, and I swear I could feel him smile against my mouth with another low hungry moan escaping his perfect lips.
After a few more minutes of serious mouth fucking against the wall, he pulled away and smiled playfully at me, "Well then in that case." He swiftly turned me around to carry me over his shoulder back to the bed against the window and tossed me onto my back, then pulled the curtain open just enough to flood the room with some light from the moon. He wasted no time in pulling his white v-neck t-shirt over his head, revealing his equally flawless chest to me for the first time.
I grinned at the sight of a morbid-looking bleeding heart tattooed right in the center of his chest.
"Well isn't that pretty?"
He smiled at my reaction and ran the back of his hand down my cheek softly.
"I was just thinking the same thing."
I impulsively rolled my eyes at his ridiculous one liner.
"Really? That's all you got?" I toyed playfully.
"I don't really like to waste time with words, when I can show you… more physically… what the sight of you does to me, Bella."
Okay now my 'nothing special' cotton bikini briefs were soaked, and it was entirely his doing.
He swiftly lifted the over sized comforter up over our bodies to shield us from the spying eyes of the cameras in our room, and I giggled, loving his bashfulness.
Was I really going to give in so easily? Perhaps, this was the cure to the obvious tension, and once we got it out of our system, we could live as normal roommates? In that moment, though, even I didn't want to believe that.
I already wanted more and we'd still barely begun.
"I know you say you're okay with this now, but come tomorrow, when you're sober, you may regret letting me fuck you silly in plain view, for all the world to see," he informed me, kissing the space between my ear and my shoulder with his lips before biting it with his teeth.
"Well you see, Edward, I don't fuck people I've just met, or people I live with, for that matter," I informed him, pushing him up so I could trade positions with him so that he was now on his back, while I hovered over his prettiness. "I'm not that kind of girl." At least not yet I'm not. "I will, however, let you see God in my own ways."
He smiled and grabbed onto one of my longer locks then gave it a playful tug to bring my lips down towards his. "I predict these things coming in handy."
"Another perk," I replied before starting my kisses along his own neck all the way to his navel. His moans were sending me further and further down towards his promise land, and my hand couldn't wait to have its fingers wrapped around what would be waiting for me. I had to feel his massiveness because I knew it would be impressive. My mouth was already watering over the thought of it.
As soon as my fingertips touched the head of his cock, my tongue licked across my lips in anticipation.
Just as I had suspected he was fucking HUGE, and I was already in Man Meat Heaven.
I moaned impulsively as my grasp worked up and down his shaft, then redirected my eyes after preparing myself for the view that would be waiting for me.
I know I'm drunk but this has to be the most beautiful cock I've ever seen.
In the past, I had seen some scary looking dicks, but this was a masterpiece. It deserved to be put on display, or in the dictionary under the word 'Flawless.'
"Are you a giver, Bella?" he asked with sex dripping from his voice.
"I told you, I only allow one kind of meat into my mouth, Edward. Luckily for you, yours looks absolutely delicious," I informed him with a grin just before bringing his tip to my lips so that I could swirl my tongue across his tasty, mushroomed head prior to bringing all of him into my hungry mouth.
"Jesus," was all I heard leave his lips as my head began bobbing up and down on his perfection.
My mouth watered further with every pull of my hand while his hips convulsed underneath me over the movements of my tongue and wrist. My non active hand worked its way up to his chest to playfully tweak at his nipple, which resulted in a thunderous growl from his lips before he pinned it back down onto the mattress beside him.
"You're unbelievable. I need this to last a little longer... I can't even tell you... fucking amazing."
"So I've been told," I mumbled then wiped my mouth with the back of my hand before getting back to work at getting him to scream my name.
What can I say? Part of growing up with the boys, and always hanging with the boys, had also given me plenty of opportunities to learn how to please the boys.
My mouth circled its self back around his firm perfection, while my hand continued to pump, and, within seconds, he was grabbing at my hair to force my eyes to look up into his own flaming stare.
"I'm going to cum, Bella," he warned with a huff, his eyes still blazing into mine while I continued with my rhythm, not once slowing down. He moaned and began tugging at the base of my locks, while my own movements brought him closer and closer to his perfect climax.
I took all of him into my mouth and swallowed back the salty goodness, while he mumbled my name over and over again between his lips. Feeling it run down my throat brought a moan through my own pleased mouth, creating a humming effect over his sensitive cock, while he continued to pour himself between my lips.
"Yum," I whispered, feeling satisfied with my work, after brushing my fingertip across the tip of his cock to catch the excess juices his body was still giving away. I brought it to my lips and licked it carefully, never once letting my eyes leave his.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked in amazement.
I smiled up at him in response. "I'm Bella Swan and I take pride in my work," I replied playfully. After that I came up to flop down beside him, all the while keeping the comforter safely over our naked bodies.
I suddenly felt very accomplished and relaxed. It was almost as if it had been the right thing to do. The sexual tension that had been giving me issues since my arrival had now disappeared, and I was back to seeing things clearly again, even if I was still tipsy beyond belief.
"My turn," he whispered suggestively against my ear, biting it again before raining kisses all the way down towards my left nipple. His hand began massaging my breast just as his tongue and teeth bit down on its pointed tip playfully.
"Your body is amazing, Bella. Let me guess, Yoga?"
"I dabble," I replied with a smirk, then tugged on his hair to bring his mouth back to my sensitive spot.
He wasn't allowed to stop now.
His fingers made their way to the space between my thighs and instantly, without hesitation, he began rubbing to spread them open in front of him. He wanted access, and I was more than ready to grant it. I wouldn't even make him ask twice because for some reason, as twisted as this was, it still felt incredibly right.
Edward wasn't like any of the guys I'd grown up with, he was sure in what he was doing and the sexiness of that alone was enough to make my limbs quiver under his touch.
"Christ, you're so wet," he informed me with a growl before tugging my underwear down past my knees. I assisted by using my feet to kick them off from around my ankles, which he in turn used to his advantage by positioning himself further down between my legs.
"You even smell delicious. I have to say, I was not expecting you to be so…"
He stopped looking for the right words, but I already knew what he was insinuating.
"So well groomed?" I asked with a giggle. "Just because I have a lot of hair on the top of my head does not mean I like having a lot of hair down below, or anywhere else for that matter."
"Sexiest damn landing strip I've ever seen," he replied just before running his tongue down to the tip of my clit slowly.
"MMmmm, that's nice," I moaned breathlessly. His hand was suddenly lacing its fingers between my own, and there was something about the gesture that sent me even further into bliss. His mouth began working its magic between my legs more sensually and I felt myself fall further into the abyss.
He was skilled, brilliantly skilled.
I didn't know how else to describe it. With every sweep of his tongue across my quivering lady parts, I fought harder and harder to keep my screams muffled by biting on the pointer finger of my one free hand.
"How is it possible for you to taste like cherry pie?" he asked suddenly, catching me completely off guard with his question when his lips left my sensitive skin. Every part of me was on fire now, and I was seriously having to hold myself back from telling him to go ahead and take me with his flawless cock.
"I suppose It's my vegetarian diet," I replied, somehow finding a bit of wit deep inside of me. He moaned at my words and got back to work before I could even remind him that he had left me at a very pivotal moment.
"Oh my God, your mouth," I groaned, tugging on his hair so he'd stay right where he was. "That's it, fuck, right there."
He moaned with purpose, and with one more swirl of his tongue, I lost myself as soon as he wrapped my legs over his firm shoulders.
I came harder than I'd ever come in my entire life. His hands lifted my bottom up off the bed so that he could take more of me into his mouth. I'd never been more grateful for an oversized comforter on a small bed because it was impossible to keep my body still now.
The man didn't know when to stop, and my orgasm seemed to last forever. Never in my life had I experienced anything like this. Nothing even came close to what this man was doing to me.
"Shit, Edward, dammit. I'm going to scream," I warned, while he kept with his diligent speed.
"So scream, Rock Star," he challenged, and at the sound of his new pet name for me, I yelped his name loud enough that I was sure the other roommates had to have heard my cries of ecstasy.
"Jesus, hell, Edward, how the hell," I panted after he'd settled me back into his lap under our shielding blanket.
"I guess I'm good at what I do, too, " he teased. I couldn't help but stare into his eyes as he wiped his own mouth with his forearm in pure satisfaction.
"Insanely good, that was incredible." I finally got out just above a whisper.
"You're welcome."
I rolled my eyes at his pleased state and pushed myself away from him, trying my best to not fall to the floor of our bedroom.
"I need to get some sleep now, thank you," I informed him in all seriousness. I wasn't one for pillow talk, and I was already starting to sober up now that I was coming down from my orgasm high.
I had absolutely been right - that release had managed to settle all my sexual frustration. Funny how that worked. It was good to get that out of our system, right?
"Nice, a girl after my own heart. Thanks for the late night snack, Rock Star."
I smiled in response and shot him a playful wink, wanting him to know this had been nothing more than a drunken fling for me, even if I wasn't exactly believing that myself at the moment, "It's too bad were going to have a roommate. I could get used to this," he teased suggestively. "Maybe we'll get lucky, and they'll be into threesomes. Oh, and be female, too - that would be a must."
"Why's that Edward, you don't like to cross swords?" I asked playfully, then shoved him up against the head board of my bed so I could sit up to don my shirt with my back facing the camera.
"He'd have to be really tiny so I could at least feel good about myself," Edward warned with a smirk while eyeing my exposed skin. He leaned down to kiss my lips firmly before rolling out of my bed to get into his own, taking the comforter with him.
I grabbed my own blanket, and took in a deep breath feeling good and tired.
I wouldn't admit that I, too, was feeling slightly bummed we wouldn't be able to repeat this night in the privacy of our room whenever one of us might be feeling frisky in the future. No way would I let him know he had managed to establish some validity in the sex department with me.
I wasn't looking for a relationship, and I'd be shocked if he weren't in the same mindset as me.
The next three months were supposed to be carefree, filled with numerous stringless flings and at least a dozen different cocks for me to try out in this town. I wasn't about to get obsessed over just one, even if it was the most gorgeous thing I'd ever laid my eyes, or mouth, on.
For once it felt good to be conquered.
A/N: So yeah... Bella really isn't good at turning down a late night snack... and neither is Edward. This is where the original O/S ended so from here on out the rest of the chapters will be fresh man meat... er... I mean meat. ;) Hope you're still enjoying it. Next chapter will be coming soon, I promise.
Big thanks to my lovely beta Clarabella75, and my pre-readers Lolypop82 and Cherieblossum. I *heart* them hard.
So who are we thinking the last housemate will be? Are we hoping for someone with a va-jay-jay or someone with a small sword for Edward to cross?
*Please review because it makes me smile*...and because you know you like teasers.*... and because I just really want to know what you're thinking.*
