EPOV
I lay in bed the next night, my heart was pounding; not just 'oh my heart is beating fast'; it was a kind of 'I can fucking see my shirt bouncing up and down on my chest because my heart is trying to jump out of its cavity'. I closed my eyes and I saw her. I felt her and I felt like something was missing in my bed in with me right now. But could I really?
I open my eyes and relaxed a little. I let myself feel the satin sheets around me and I relished the coolness in my skin. I looked around my room. I was a big believer in high quality furniture. I loved solid wood and thick structure, reflection of my anatomy? I don't know.
I wanted to distract myself from her. I hated feeling vulnerable and exposed, like I spilled my deepest darkest secret and I was waiting for approval or disappointment. I tried closing my eyes and immediately I felt my heart beat in my ears. My fucking ears. I felt the sudden urge to pee, knowing full well I just emptied my bladder seven minutes ago. I was sweating from the sheer vulnerability of it all.
I just fucked with perfection and I was going to pay. And pay big time.
I threw my arm over my eyes and kept them open, hoping the darkness would be good enough to simulate nothingness and shut my mind the fuck up. Nope. Darkness was her. Dark hair, dark eyes.
Angry already and honestly fucking tired, I looked at the light and god damn it. My fucking ears. Light. I sighed. Light smile, light laugh, light kisses, begging kisses, light… Bella. She was everywhere.
Motherfu-
I now knew that I wouldn't be able to function. Open or Closed. She was invading my thoughts and desires. I threw on my scarf and coat and ventured outside in the cold college campus where I spent the past two years. I walked and swallowed the bitterness of the cold. I smiled slightly thinking that this was perfect because Bella was not cold. Bella was not bitter. She was warm and perfect and mine last night. AND FUCK… even where she wasn't, she was here. Invading my thoughts and fucking with my mind.
I turned the bend, the trees canopy-ing the dark sky above me and I thought of the morning after. I awoke to an empty bed, I felt fine because the reality of the situation did not catch up to my zero MPH brain until I walked into the kitchen sliding on my jeans from yesterday. I smelled breakfast and coffee and it smelled like home. I half walked and half dragged my feet across the floor and found her sitting there in a clean pair of my boxers and a white wife-beater.
I guess a look of shock and WTF was on my face because hers read kind of an excited and nervous expression. "Sw-" I stopped and caught myself from fucking up the morning. "Bella…" I breathed out and I took two large steps and was in front of her chair, where she was now standing. Breakfast was sitting on the table and she hasn't even spoken a word yet. I didn't hug her, I didn't want her to disappear. I was scared because she was so fucking perfect.
I slowly tilted my head down to hers and she tilted up and we met perfectly in the middle for a small chaste kiss. Our lips the only points touching. I saw the shadow of my body engulf her small frame and I loved how small she was.
She threw on her trench coat, grabbed her purse and what I assumed was her outfit in a Jewel bag on the floor next to it and began turning the door knob t leave. She smiled and her eyes kissed mine as she turned her head and disappeared out the door. Her brown hair blew with the wind as the door shut behind her.
And that was it.
No words. Nothing. Just a smile, a chaste kiss and a damn good breakfast.
I should have called her. I should have at least fucking texted her. But I am a prick and I am a guy. I don't know why I didn't, but what was even more fucked up was that she didn't either. Not once. Most girls would have… but this is Bella we were talking about. She was not 'most girls'.
I walked and shoved my earphones in my ears and pushed shuffle.
Sex on Fire – Kings of Leon. Fucking perfect.
I walked with a semi-hard dick through the cold wind and relished in the uncomfortable-ness of it all. The song lyrics forced an image of Bella giving me road head in my car and yeah, semi-hard turned into hard. I could almost see her brown hair falling around her face, her ass in the air, my knuckles white gripping the steering wheel, and me trying my fucking hardest to not crash. I checked my watch and it was close to 11:30 p.m.
I kept walking and would have walked until I was about to pass out but I felt my toes getting closer to frostbite with each step. I walked into the first dormitory to the left and sat in the common room. I had just settled into a chair and taken off my coat when I realized that I was still in my pajamas: white wife beater and blue flannel pants. Real smooth Edward. I rolled my eyes at my own stupidity and tried to hurry up and get warm so I could go home.
I began doing pushups and sit ups, not really giving a shit who was watching or what the fuck I looked like. It felt good to work off the stress and sweat it out. I was on push up forty-six when I heard giggling to my left.
I turned my head slightly and saw a group of five freshman girls in their Victoria secret tank tops and shorts shamelessly gawking. I gave them my smile and a wink and continued with my mission. Warm Up and Get out.
I heard some more commotion and ignored the sounds. I began working up a good sweat. I felt my breathing heavy and I thought back to Bella. Damn It. If she was here, I would love to take out all of this frustration on her. Damn her. I breathed in through my nose and exhaled sharply through my mouth.
My flannel pants were not doing a good job at hiding my frustration as I felt myself swinging back and forth, sometimes grazing the floor, and I laughed at the feeling. I had a semi-hard dick while doing push ups on the floor, surrounded by freshman vagina wanting to get fucked. Classic. All I could do was think about her. I focused on the floor moving back and forth in my line of vision and imagined Bella's body underneath mine.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
My muscles were burning but I couldn't bring myself to stop.
Where the fuck was she? Was she with someone else right now? I let out a growl and told the lactic acid building up in my arms to fuck off.
"Hey."
I exhaled and held myself up in push up positions and basked in her voice. Wait for it… ahh… there it was. Her scent hit me and I relaxed.
I continued without saying a word. I didn't want to be disappointed if she wasn't really there. I heard her exhale and I heard more giggles to my left. The crowd had grown considerably.
I heard footsteps coming up behind me and I saw two perfect bare feet make their way into my line of vision. So fucking cute, her toes were perfect with dark blue nail polish. I liked it.
"Edward." There it was. Her voice again.
I continued with my work out. Fuck you. You didn't text me or call. I felt like an angry little bitch. Betrayed even.
Without warning her foot slammed down, and slammed down hard onto my back and held me to the floor. "What the-" I was about to yell when I saw that she was wearing Victoria Secret too, and that just caught me off guard. On her it seemed obscene and naked-ish and hot. She did the brand justice.
"Stop." She said, almost angry.
I flipped over and pulled her down with me and forced her to straddle me on the floor in the middle of the common room, in front of the crowd. I heard a collective gasp as Bella came into contact with my hard dick, clearly visible through my pants.
I heard her gasp and attempt to push away from me, but I held her hips still. I was seething anger and lust. I brought my hand to the back of her neck and fisted my hand in her soft brown hair. I roughly pushed her face close to mine. I spoke and felt her lips brushing against mine we were so close. "You didn't call." I spat out.
Her eyes widened and I loosened my grip on her neck and stood up carrying her as she straddled me. She let out a small squeak as I lifted her off of the floor and my muscles were screaming but there was no way in hell I was letting go of her now.
She gripped my neck and I held her up higher with my one arm, her hot core on my ribs as her legs wrapped around my torso. I grabbed my coat with the other hand. "Where?" I whispered into her tits as I turned to her. No bra. Perfect.
"Nineteenth floor. Room 1907." She whispered back.
I made my way through the sea of freshman pussy and felt their lustful stares on my sweating body. I pushed the up button on the elevator and we made our way to the nineteenth floor. Her breathing was heavy and mine was nowhere the normal rate because I was still seething. Otherwise it was silent. Silent other than her breathing invading my ears, her scent flooding my senses, her hair tickling my neck, and her smooth legs wrapped around my body. Fuck.
I made my way to her door and settled her gently on the floor as she began fiddling with her keys to unlock it. I saw my hand mark on her thigh from where I was holding her and half wished it would stay there to let other fuckers know whose she was. But I knew it wouldn't stay and that she didn't belong to me… speaking of being mine…
"Where were you today?" I asked as we stepped into the single dorm room. I saw articles of clothing on the floor that I was unfamiliar with. A red pump, a gold corset, a blue bra, dark jeans, and another red pump were scattered on the floor. Not so much messy, just her clothes.
I picked up the gold corset and inhaled deeply, fuck that's hot.
"I was out." She said matter-of-factly. "I met my friend at the bar."
"What friend?" I asked non-chalantly, whatever. She knew I was jealous. I slowly picked up her clothes and settled them into a neat pile on the kitchen table, her red pumps topping it all off. Like a fucking cherry on a 'Fuck You Edward Sundae".
"Jasper Whitlock."
I seethed. Fucking Whitlock. Damn. I could kill him.
"Whitlock huh?"
"Yeah." She said turning around to face me. "Whit-lock." She pronounced him name with an emphasis on the 't' and the 'k'. Bitch.
"He's a fucking prick."
"A sexy prick with a sexy accent." She teased me.
"Fuck You Swan."
"Fuck You Cullen."
I closed the distance between us and realized that I had no right to stake my claim on her unless she wanted me to. I threw out asshole Edward and slowly wrapped my arms around her waist. I looked at her and closed my eyes. Damn she was beautiful. It was almost painful to look at because she couldn't be mine. I tightened my grip on her one last time and then held her gently. She was speechless, probably wondering where the turn in the conversation came from. "Thanks for breakfast, Bella." I smiled and meant it. Breakfast from her tasted like heaven.
She smiled a cute smile, "You liked it?" A whole 180 was done and she was innocent and sweet and not the bitch who was in front of me three minutes ago.
I nodded and kissed her lips gently.
"Sexy prick with a sexy accent huh?" I teased her as I kissed her again. This time, no anger in my voice, just reciting what she said.
"Well," she said in between kisses, "I am home and not with him right? Obviously not sexy enough."
I laughed in acknowledgment and was relieved that she had not spent the night with him.
"I missed you today." I said to her honestly, not caring if I was the bitch in the relationship. She was free to do with me as she pleased.
"Yeah. Me too." She whispered.
Then I felt her hands snake to the back of my neck and push me in. She kissed me and kissed me hard. I felt her soft lips move harshly against mine and I groaned for the contact that I've been wanting all day. The beer was still on her tongue and she tasted delicious and it made me angry.
She pulled away and laughed. Something was twinkling in her eyes and I was mesmerized. I was so distracted by her musical laugh that I didn't see it coming. She fucking hit me! She slapped the shit out of my face and my cheek stung from her little hand. "That, is for the show you put on downstairs." She pulled out of my arms and laughed, backing away as I feigned anger. So she wants to play…
She turned and ran, her ass shaking in front of me and I leaned forward and swatted her tight little bum. She squealed as she continued laughing and shying away from me. I chased after her and she found herself caught in the hallway to her bedroom and the bathroom. "Oh. You are going to regret that," I threatened her as I trapped her in the corner.
"Promise?" She breathed out heavily and I could smell her lust as I inched closer to her body.
I don't know if I let out a growl or not. I just remember reaching for her wrists and bringing her pulse to my lips before pinning her hands above her head in my single grasp. I used my other hand to push her head to the side and reveal to me her beautiful jaw line and her fucking neck.
Of all places on her body, this is what caught me weak in the knees. Her neck was just so graceful and slender and her heart shaped face brought her jaw line into a sexy 'v' that my lips wanted to wrap around. I brought my hand just above her left breast and softly placed it above her camisole and felt her heart beating erratically in her chest. "Mmm.." I lowered my lips to her neck and slowly licked her collar bone.
I tasted a hint of salt and was a little thrown off, until my mind put the pieces together. "Body shots with the prick?" I whispered into her ear as I bit on her earlobe. Her body shook with nervousness as she let out a small nod.
I laughed a spiteful laugh and brought my lips down to where her neck met her shoulder and bit down hard. "Never again." I growled.
She gave me another small nod. Her moan was laced with pain and pleasure and it fueled my high.
I released her hands, "Move these and you will regret it." She kept her arms pinned above her head as I slowly knelt down and kissed the exposed skin of her abdomen. Perfect. Strawberries and shampoo and Bella. No Prick here.
I slowly lowered her silk shorts and made sure to worship each inch of skin that was being revealed. I looked up at her and saw her eyes laced with lust and nervousness. Her beautiful hair falling in front of her face, her mouth red and her cheeks blushing… mmm
I could feel my dick hard in my pants and thanked God that I was not wearing denim tonight. I inhaled her scent and ingrained into my memory the smell of her want and need for me. Only me.
I discarded her shorts and underwear. Slowly I brought her leg above my shoulder and used my hand to push her up against the cold wall. She gasped and it turned into a moan as I brought my tongue to taste the back of her knee. Her creamy thigh in my mouth was delicious and I couldn't help myself from biting every now and then. I inched closer and closer to her core. Even though I was dying to have a taste I was determined to take my time. I wanted to show her how much I wanted her.
I saw her wet and let my tongue lick at her opening where she wanted so badly to be touched. "Please Edward… please please please…"
As she begged me I entered three fingers into her and she moaned in relief. God she was so fucking sexy and tight as fuck. Damn it.
I continued licking her clit as I entered my fingers one by one, two by two, three by three. Then one, adding two, adding three. In and out and around and I reached deep inside of her and my tongue worshiped her and gave her pleasure and I was in heaven. Her moans satisfied my need and her scent fed my want. But then I felt her hands grasp my hair and her mouth breathed out my name and damn it I stopped. I dropped her leg from my shoulder and pulled my mouth away from her core with a lasting bite on her lips. She moaned in agony from the loss of contact.
I stood up and looked at her in her lust filled eyes and slowly wiped her juices from my mouth with the back of my hand. "What the fuc-" she began but I cut her off wth my mouth while pushing her back roughly against the wall. I let her taste herself and she moaned in ecstasy.
"I told you not to move."
"Fuck."
"Yes. Fuck."
I turned her around and held her hips to my throbbing dick and only my flannel pants separated me from the insane pleasure that was Bella's pussy. I pushed as hard as the clothing restraint would allow me and I groaned at the delicious friction.
I lifted her tank top off and kissed down sexy creamy back let my tongue run down her spine. I leaned forward and pulled slightly on hair. "Bed. Now." I growled.
She opened the door to her right and slowly crawled on the bad. Her ass in my face and I striped off my pants and couldn't wait to torture her. She was asking for it.
She positioned herself on all fours, her hands resting on the pillows. Her body was soooo beautiful. Glorious. Sacred. Holy ground that I was about to desecrate again. Oh, and her sheets were cotton and warm. I walked to the foot of her bed, eyeing her ass as she looked back at me, waiting. I pushed my pants off, climbed onto the bed and knelt behind her. I licked my fingers and coated my dick to make for smooth entry. She watched me and bit her lips as inched closer to her.
"Bella." I whispered as I positioned myself at her entrance.
"Mm-Hmm…"
"If I hurt you…" I fucking moaned out.
"Fuck me Edward," she ordered
I pushed myself all the way in and stayed…all the way in. And I felt her throbbing around me as I continued pushing myself in as far as I would go. One more time. I pulled out slowly, only to slam myself into her wetness hard. I gripped her waist to prevent her from inching away from me. I heard her gasp for air and her fingers gripped the pillows tightly, her knuckles were white and sweat was beading on the back of her neck. I was scared for a second that I had hurt her.
But this was Bella Swan. After a second, the fucking bitch pushed back against my hard dick.
Fuck.
Fu-uck.
She would be the end of me.
A/N: So a little plot… a little smut… maybe some more background information next? Let Me know pleeaseee…
THANK YOU for your REVIEWS and ALERTS and FAVS…. Holy fucking shit! You guys are ah—ah---ah--- ahhhhmazing!
PM me with plot ideas and I will consider them!!!
