This is rated M for good reason. If you are not old enough to buy your own ciggys then move along. Please?

Author's note at the end;-)

Glomps and wet smotches to stitchcat for reading, adding a few much needed commas, and validation during my low self-esteem moment*mwah*And to JaspersBella13 who's fuck-awesome in general, but gave me encouragement to post this fucker.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of the characters.

Chapter 3 –Doesn't anyone knock anymore?

As my tongue battled hers for dominance of her mouth, my hands slid up her silky legs to spread her thighs, so that my rock-hard cock could go to that paradise between her legs that it'd been damn near bursting to delve into all fucking night. This was fast and frantic and felt so fuckin' perfect, but yet not enough at the same time. Somewhere in the back of my mind a small thought echoed; saying that this wasn't how our first time should be done, but that pansy-ass voice was over-ridden almost immediately as she used her feet to slide my unbuttoned leathers down my legs; leaving a trail of fire behind wherever she touched.

I heard her small gasp of "Oh good Lord" as my cock sprang free like the fucker was set on a tight coil; her eyes widened, she licked her lips, and I couldn't help the proud smirk that took up residence on my face. Oh Lord was a perfectly acceptable response. Her hands gripped my shoulders, her long slender legs wrapped themselves around my waist, and with a perfectly synchronized thrust from both of us; I slid into the only heaven I'd ever known. The only heaven I'd ever want to be a part of.

She moaned, arching her back, and I held still for a second to let her adjust to my size. My eyes closed of their own accord when she shifted her hips and a hiss escaped my lips at the new sensation. I'd fucked humans before; I mean, it'd been a while, but thanks to my perfect fuckin' memory I could recall every detail, and let me tell you - I may have experienced sex with a human before, but I'd never experienced anything like her.

My eyes snapped open to find hers and suddenly what had started off as a fast fuck had morphed into more. Our hands slowed and our hips met less often but nothing else about this moment was less. Her honeysuckle warmth was wrapped around my steel shaft like a fuckin' glove, and as I stared into her eyes I knew that I could do this forever, and it'd never be enough; I'd never be satisfied.

Unfortunately, forever was not an option for my second-in-command after such a long fucking coitus-hiatus and our pace once again built speed. Her whimpers between panted breaths merged into a chant of benediction as "Oh God" fell from her thoroughly kissed lips time and time again, and once even a "thank fuck for Jager Bella". Her cries of pleasure covered my growls as we both raced toward our rapidly-approaching finish.

My hand snaked its way from her firm breast after one more pass on her puckered nipple, down her soft, toned stomach to her swollen, throbbing clit. She screamed when I pushed her over that edge, and with one more thrust, I followed suit with a growl of my own. Collapsing on top of her as her fingers uncurled from where they'd attempted to find purchase in my stone shoulders, and reveling in this feeling of utter completeness for as long as I could draw it out.

There we laid, both panting and covered in her sweat, in our blissed-out, post-fuck state, when she blew my mind with this fucking little gem, "Would you believe I've never done that before?"

I'm sure I resembled a cartoon character as my mouth dropped open like it'd come completely unhinged and my eyes bugged out. In my head, one phrase was stuck on repeat 'please don't let her be a fucking nutter'; however, her question seemed to have shocked my brain back online so what I said was, "No I would not. I mean you're definitely not street-corner loose, but not exactly virgin-tight. I think that would have been a little less enjoyable on your end, Darlin." Not to mention, I would have smelled the blood.

As she giggled, I followed her lovely blush as it make its way down her body, coloring every inch of her delicate, pale skin a pinkish hue. "Not sex, you ass; of course I'd done that before." And she reached down to get the blanket off of the fucking floor and tugged the down feather comforter clear up to her chin as she finished shyly. "I meant going home with a stranger." Under her breath, she added, " It wouldn't have happened this time either, if it weren't for that damn Jager-bomb."

"Why'd you drink that nasty shit then?" I may not be able to drink, but I'd been out enough to know that women usually ordered fruity shit with fuckin' umbrellas.

"First of all, it was bought for me and I never turn down a free drink. Secondly, sure it tastes like black jelly beans and as I'm sure you know," I can see a smirk peeking out from the top of the covers, "No one likes the black ones, but if those little fuckers made me feel like one shot of Jagermeister does; I'd munch them until my tongue turned black and my teeth rotted out. Yeppers." As she gave a little nod in affirmation of that fucked-up little statement, I couldn't hold back my chuckle at her passionate defense of a drink she hated.

"Jager Bella?" Because I had to know anything I could find out about this woman in my newly, broken-in bed.

"Yes. Only one person on this giant spinning rock likes Jager Bella; not only likes her but encourages her appearance every chance he gets." She explained in a matter-of-fact tone with a scrunched up nose. "Normal-everyday Bella is responsible and quiet with a little side of snark; Drunk Bella is the life of the party: lovey-dovey and maybe a bit of a lush; Jager Bella is a bitchy-lush that usually comes with a large side of 'back the fuck up'. And on occasion, YouTube worthy table-top stripping…." She trailed off, and I'll be damned if just like that I wasn't hard as fuck again.

As lil' Pete stood tall and proud begging for her attention, she glanced down, dropping the blanket marginally, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth and, fuck me sideways, if the little fucker didn't wave at that sight. She smirked getting to her knees and eying my dick like it was the sole surviving Twinkie at a fat farm.

Her tongue poked out to moisten her lips and I started babbling to cover up my new-pussy whimpering habit. Hell, if she didn't continue her fucking path, I was prepared to beg. And then, of course, that thought implanted a beautiful image of her in front of me on her knees and just increased my need to be in her mouth, her pussy, anything hers, to a critical fuckin' level.

"So your name is Bella. Short for …Isabella, I'd say. It's a damn fine pleasure to meet you, Bella. I'll answer to God any time you want, but -" And my name floated out of my superior fucking brain as she dove down and wrapped her lips around the drippin' head of my cock. I guess my super-senses jumped on that same express because my eyes, which had rolled back in my head from the magic that is her mouth, shot open as someone else completed my lost train of thought for me.

"His name is Peter. It looks like you know each other pretty well to me, Darlin."

Her mouth made that little pop as tragically her lips left my swollen cock. My fuckin' whimper was partially obscured by the growl that vibrated my chest. This cock-blockin' mother-fucker just waltzed into my house during the worst possible fucking moment just to eyeball my – oh shit, my what? My girlfriend, nope that sounds like I'm gonna pin her and we're goin' a courtin'; my lover, no that sounds more than a little gay; my ….mate, oh fuck me if that didn't sound just right.

"That's right, Goldilocks." Floated quietly from the doorway where apparently everyone had come to witness the disruption of my first head in years. What chapped my ass further was that fortune-telling midget knew what they'd be interrupting too. Fuck my life.

"Jazz! Oh my God! What are you doing here? I know you said I'd see you soon, but now? Why?" Finally, she paused to draw in a long overdue breath, and I took note of her impressive lung capacity for future reference. He just smirked as she continued fawnin' all over him; completely nude, I might add. "The Jager-bomb was you of course."

"And you're welcome." He smirked and gathered her in his arms lightenin' fast and twirled her around while her laughter and pleas for mercy echoed around the room.

My snarl rumbled deep in my chest and the bastard finally set her on her feet as Alice made her presence known. "Hi Bella!"

Drawing herself to full height with her deep inhale and with a flick of her 'freshly-fucked' hair over her shoulder, she answered coolly, "Alice." Of course her bravado crumbled as she went to straighten her non-existent shirt; only to discover a fact that had not escaped anyone else's attention. She was still naked as a jaybird.

Squealing, she made a mad dash for the blankets and burrowed until only her tips of her manicured-girly toes were stickin' out.

"Once everyone's less nude, I want some fuckin' answers." And a little voice under the blankets piped up with a, "Me too." And I slammed the door closed in their much too cheerful faces. "And you fuckers need to learn how to knock."


AN: I'm sorry for the update fail. I'm on my knees(though you can't see it) and groveling like my hubs did when he forgot my birthday. Oh, only he did this thing with his tongue- Oh. Sorry, got off topic. The point is I'm sorry; forgive me? *bats lashes*

To those of you who reviewed and added me to your lists and shit, thank you SO much! I didn't get a chance to respond to most of you, but you're the reason this is out tonight and not a week from the next time I get free time. So thanks again;-)

Oh. This story is gonna stay Peter's POV. *evil chuckle*