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The characters in this story belong to Stephanie Meyers, but the plot belongs to Twilightsavedme.

Chapter 3: Sex God

Bella Pov

"Oh thank god!" I launch myself in his arms, and they instinctively wrap around me. Surprisingly I feel safe in his arms. I feel like I can be vulnerable, and cry without facing judgment, without being told how small and insignificant my problems are.

He slowly pulls back to look into my eyes, and the look on his face almost brings me to tears. It's as if he knows I can't take the sympathetic look that I'm sure anyone else would give me. The only thing I see in his eyes is understanding.

He doesn't speak or acknowledge Rose, but I know she's following as he walks me to his door and opens it with the key while I'm still wrapped under his protective arm.

He sits me on the bed, and then leaves me, and I instantly feel empty. I feel like a piece or extension of me is missing, and that's absurd because I don't even know him.

He comes back in my line of vision with a bottle of water. He hands it to me, and slowly crouches in front of me the way he'd done last night.

"How's your head?" He asks me, staring deep into my brown eyes.

I nod, not able to speak because of the intensity of his stare. I'm locked, and taken, just as I'd been last night, except I have no witty comebacks. I'm completely void of any sass at the moment.

I feel an untamable urge, no -urge isn't a strong enough word- need is more like it. I need him. I need contact. Skin to skin. It's as if all of my past problems, worries, and fears are being cleansed and washed away underneath his stare. I feel refreshed. I feel new. I feel...whole. I didn't recognize this last night. I couldn't. I was too proud after my emotional breakdown in the lobby. But as I stare into his eyes, and remember how he held me in the elevator...I realize this is where I need to be.

He nods his head, and breaks our eye contact, looking down at his hands with the shake of his head. I see his jaw tick and his nose flare before he quickly stands.

"I'm going to take a shower. As I said last night, make yourself comfortable." He says looking between Rose and me, before turning and walking to the bathroom. I just realized his shirt is drenched in sweat and he has on shorts, and running shoes. He went out for a run. I tackled him after what looks like an intense run, and didn't even realize he was drenched in sweat.

Rose watches him as he disappears behind the bathroom door, her mouth wide open in shock.

Her eyes fly to mine when the shower cuts on. "Close your mouth," I tell her, shifting on the bed to indeed make myself comfortable. I'm going to see if I can be comfortable here for a while. I don't think I have the strength to leave this man again. Stranger or not, I'm hooked.

She mouths the words 'oh my god' and I roll my eyes.

"He is a god, but don't say that too loud. His head is big enough." I tell her as she walks over to me and hops on the bed.

"You've been holding out on me Bella babe, you have a boy toy," She looks around. "And from the looks of it, you have a very well off boy toy," She slaps my thigh. "You've done well."

I shove her playfully. "Shut up. We just met."

She sits up and fixes me with a wide-eyed stare. "You threw yourself at a complete stranger?"

"I didn't know what else to do Rose. Do you have a better idea?"

"We can go stay with my brother." She shrugs.

"In his one bedroom apartment Rose? I think not. That may be okay for you, but I can't do that. I can't take away his privacy like that."

"So what are you going to do? Stay here?" She looks around as if she wishes she were in my shoes.

I shrug. "I'm thinking about asking him, yeah."

"He lives here?" She asks and I shrug.

"I don't even know his name."

"Where'd you meet him?" She stands and walks to his bar, grabbing a glass and filling it with brown liquor.

"Rose, you can't just-"I scold her but she interrupts me.

"He told us to make ourselves comfortable. This happens to make me very comfortable." She drinks.

"It's nine in the morning." I deadpan, shooting her a look that she mocks in return.

"Your point?"

I roll my eyes. Then the bathroom door opens and my back straightens. His eyes instantly find mine as he walks in with only a towel wrapped around his waist. At least he's covered this time. I snicker, as last night's events play in my head. I can't resist calling him out on it.

"No show this morning?" I pout and he looks over at me with his usual -drop your panties- grin, obviously understanding my reference. His purposeful stride doesn't falter a bit as he speaks.

"You left something here." He says as he reaches the dresser drawers. I pout. I thought we were going to have our little banter like we did last night. No such luck.

He tosses my apron on the bed, before flicking his gaze over to Rose. She's blatantly eye fucking the guy. "Sorry." She holds the glass up and then looks at it, then at me. "I'm going to get going." She sets the glass down and walks over to me. "Call Jasper's phone if you need anything, okay?"

I nod, and she bends down to kiss my cheek.

"Do you have a cigarette?" I ask her, and she frowns before shaking her head then she walks over to my sex god, and puts her hand on her hip. Wait, back up, rewind! Did I just call him 'MY sex god?'

"Are you a murderer?" She asks him seriously, and he cracks a smile. His shoulders slightly shake but no sound leaves his mouth.

"Of course not. Are you?" He asks with a hint of amusement.

"I will be if you hurt her."

That's my cue to get her the fuck out of here. I stand quickly, march over to her and pull her away, towards the door. I catch the unhappy or maybe offended look on the poor guy's face, before turning to Rose.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I whisper shout.

She lightly slaps my face. "Babe, you've really got to learn how to bring it down a notch. Mellow out, do some yoga, calm your nerves. Your too fucking wound up. Have mister sex god over there pound a few orgasms out of you, and see if you don't chill the fuck out, you fucking crazy woman."

My eyes don't even widen in shock because I've heard most of this before. I just point to the door. "Out."

She holds her hands up in surrender. "Fine! Don't listen to me. But I'll be saying I told you so when you have your first heart attack at thirty."

I don't even reply, I just close the door in her face. "I love you too Bee." I smack a palm to the door in warning, hoping she goes away.

I turn my back to the door to see Mr. green eyes. He is a good foot away and staring at me in that way that makes me want to fall to my knees and worship him. It's that fucking intense.

He points at me. "You left."

I blush. Yeah, I definitely didn't expect to see him again so soon. He closes the distance between us, breathing down my face. "You weren't supposed to leave. You were supposed to beg me to fuck you all night. You aren't supposed to have the use of your limbs this morning."

He grasps me by my neck and I can't tell if I'm holding my breath or if his touch snatched it away, but I can't breathe.

He lightly trails his hand from my throat to my breast, giving it a gentle squeeze, moving all the way down to my waist. He yanks my body flush against his, and oh my...he is solid beneath his towel.

"This is what you left me with last night."

"I'm sorry?" I say it like a question because I have no clue what he wants me to say.

A grin graces his face, and it's a sleek crooked grin, with a wrinkle, and it's so unbelievably sexy. "Not yet." He shakes his head. "But you will be."

"Are you going to fuck me?" I whisper in a tiny voice. I need him to say yes. I need one of his mind blowing, earth shattering orgasms to make my day better. I need this. I need him.

His eyes close, and he inhales sharply, as if he's sucking in my words and letting them run rampant in his head. "I am." He nods, and then lets his eyes roam down my chest, and then back up to my face. "But, I want you to ask nicely."

"Please fuck me?" I ask without hesitation, and I see a satisfied gleam in his eyes as he backs away from me, letting his towel fall.

He points to me. "Strip."

I lift my shirt, and take off my bra, then I shimmy out of my skirt, and pull down my panties. I stand shamelessly across from him completely naked, just as I'd done last night.

His eyes roam shamelessly up and down my body. "I am breaking a lot of rules." He mumbles more to himself than to me, but I hear him nonetheless. I start to ask him what he means by that but he doesn't give me a chance.

"I want you on the bed, on your knees." He says, and I willingly comply. I don't care how he takes me. All I know is that I need him to fuck me. I have had a hand full of orgasms in my lifetime, and I swear none of them, and I mean none of them felt as good as the orgasms this man gave me last night. None came even close. I was rendered speechless, and nearly blacked out. I'm hoping for the same result today, and from the look on his face, I'm going to get it.

I look over my shoulder at him and see a look of pure unadulterated lust. The deepest and darkest kind. He wants to devour me. He looks absolutely primal as he stalks towards me, and palms my ass.

"Something else for me to mark." And before I register his words, he sinks his teeth into my ass cheek, just as he'd done to my breasts last night. My back arches, and my ass involuntarily sticks out further. I gasp, and look at him with questioning eyes. He doesn't explain. He just steps back to admire his work, before meeting my gaze.

"Are you wet for me?" He asks, and apparently I don't answer quickly enough because he takes a feel for himself, diving right in with two fingers.

"Ahh," I moan, and my chest falls to the bed.

I feel him reach a hand under me, and lift me up, palm to my chest. When he's satisfied with how far I come up he moves his hand back to my wet center, and I gasp again, but I don't dare fall forward in fear of him removing his fingers again.

"Come for me baby." He whispers in my ear as he pumps in and out, in and out, nibbling at my jaw, my ear, and fuck it's too much. I can't... I can't...

Oh shit! The pressure is too much, it's building, and building, and I have to...

"Oh god, I'm gonna..." If he doesn't move I'm going to fucking humiliate myself. I try to move from his grasp, because I swear to god I feel like I have to pee. I need to move, but fuck it feels so good. He presses his palm to my back, and continues to thrust his fingers. Shit shit shit shit...

I scream out in pleasure, and my body is overtaken by an overwhelming force and I shake and shudder, and I faintly hear a whoosh, and pit-a-patter of water hitting the bed between my legs, but I ignore it as my body quakes from my amazing orgasm, brought on by his expert fingers. I fucking needed that. I fall forward on the bed, panting.

"Holy fuck! What did you do to me?" I ask him, giggling a bit. I thought I had to pee, and yet I'm here giggling like that wouldn't have been the most embarrassing moment of my life. That's something to tell Rose. He was pleasuring me past the point of no return, and I rewarded him by peeing on his talented fingers. Yea, not a great story.

I look back to see him grinning at me, before slapping my ass and walking over to his desk leaving me there on the bed spread out for him after a mind numbing orgasm. He comes back with a condom, and he covers himself without acknowledging my question.

He lines up at my center, and reaches forward, holding onto my hips. "I made you squirt." He plunges forward into me, and I cry out in pleasure. He fills me so completely, leaving no room between us. "And now that I know you're capable, I'm going to make it happen very, very often" He slams into me and I choke on my breath.

He begins to pound into me ruthlessly, cursing under his breath, groaning loudly in my ear, and it's so fucking erotic I could come just from the sounds he makes.

"Yes yes yes, oh my god!" I scream so loudly it echoes and rings in my ears.

He reaches up and grips my shoulders, pulling me towards him as he thrusts into me over and over again. I hear a low rumble building in his chest, and the eruption of the sound leaving his lips, coupled with the relentless pounding cause me to come undone beneath him.

I scream again, and shake violently, hearing the familiar whoosh.

"Fuuuuuck!" I'm still shaking, but he's not inside of me anymore. I didn't even realize that the force of my orgasm pushed his dick out, until he shoves back into me so hard my eyes roll to the back of my head and I fall to the bed feeling limp, and sated.

He grasps my hair in his fist, pulling my body up from the bed. He thrusts up into me, moving his hands to my breasts, squeezing, and pulling me up until I'm practically touching his chest.

"Oh god! Yes! Yes! Yes!" I shout feeling the familiar heat rise in the pit of my stomach. He continues his brutal force, and relentless pace, and I cry out from the mixture of pleasure and pain. He wasn't this rough last night, but fucking hell, I love it.

"Come again for me baby." He groans in my ear, and then pulls my hair roughly to one side to sink his teeth into my neck, and I fucking lose my everlasting mind.

"Shit!" He hisses against my neck, and then his lips are gone and his head is thrown back as he grips the fuck out of my hips. He pumps a few more times, before stilling completely, holding me in place with his death grip as he cums. He falls forward releasing me, and we fall flat on the bed. He rolls off of me and onto his back, panting heavily, and I look over to see his chest rising and falling quickly, and he's squeezing his eyes shut.

"You. Are. Going. To. Kill. Me." He pants out between breaths.

"Me?" I ask incredulously, still trying to catch my breath.

"Yes. You!" He counters. "I ran ten miles this morning to relieve myself of some of the built up tension you created by leaving last night, and then you turn up at my door this morning." He breathes; and finally opens his eyes, and turns his head to look at me.

"I didn't plan on getting fucked." I tell him, and he gives me an incredulous look as if he doesn't believe me.

Silence passes between us as we stare into each other's eyes. I don't know what he's thinking about, but I'm memorizing every line and feature of his face in case this thing between us ends soon. I don't want to forget this beautiful being in front of me. Not only do I want to use him for future fantasies, but I just want to remember him. Remember how good and comfortable it feels to just lay with someone and not have to say anything. I spend my days and nights constantly speaking, constantly yelling, and shouting, and being my normal crazy self, but I never experience this. I never experience absolute peace. It's wonderful. I sigh heavily, and it seems to snap him out of his trance. He quickly looks away.

"Have you had breakfast?" He asks as he sits up, removes the condom and stands to toss it in the bin.

"No." I answer shortly.

"I'll order something." He starts to walk away but halts when I speak.

"Is it okay for me to take a shower?"

He turns slowly, his sexy lips curve into a crooked grin. "You're asking if it's okay to clean yourself?"

I sit up and roll my eyes. "Shut up. You know what I mean."

He licks his lips and nods his head slowly. "Of course. That's what I mean by making yourself comfortable. If you ask me to shower again, I just might spank you."

I laugh, and he raises and eyebrow. "You want to spank me?" I ask him, and I see that his grin has grown wider as he watches me come apart with laughter.

"You have a very infectious laugh. " He points out, ignoring my question. He does that often, and it's beginning to get a little annoying. I'm lying. Nothing about him is annoying.

"You have an incredible body." I admit without completely meaning to. I mean, I thought it, but saying it out loud was an accident. I can literally see how much I've stroked his ego.

"I work hard for it. What do you do?" He ask me with knit eyebrows. He's curious about something but I'm still focused on his fucking body. He looks sculpted, as in completely unreal, as in mouthwatering, as in fuck, I want him again.

"What?" My eyes lazily ascend from his hardening cock, slowly up his abs, to his firm chest, then straight to his eyes. He's smirking at me.

"How do you keep up your amazing body?" He asks and I blush. He just called my body amazing. Melt, sigh, double fucking sigh, I'm a goner.

"I uh-I don't know. I don't eat much?" I say it more like a question because I really don't have a diet plan or anything, and my workout plan is a bunch of nothing, so yea...I pretty much starve myself which isn't healthy at all. I have to choose between rent, lights and food, and most of the time rent and lights win. The nights that I work at the bar I feast on peanuts, and sometimes I ask Mike if I can cook something and he usually allows it if it's something simple like wings. His rule is simple, you can eat it, if you cook it. His other rule is don't be wasteful. He's a cheap guy, but pretty reasonable.

My answer seemingly pisses my sex god off. I can tell by his ticking jaw. He points to the bathroom. "Take a shower."

"Are you going to tell me your name?"

"I left it for you on the card that you so charmingly wrote fuck you on. You didn't want to know it." He shrugs and makes a move to walk away.

"No, I do want to know."

He grins, and once again, points to the bathroom without answering me.

"Fine! Have it your way." I hop off of the bed, and turn towards the bathroom, when I feel the sting of a slap on my ass.

"What the hell?" I start to rub my stinging ass, but he does it for me, and it's oddly sensual. Who am I kidding? Any time this man touches me I feel like I'm going to explode.

"You should've gotten up the first time I told you to go shower."

I pull away from him and stubbornly walk into the bathroom slamming the door behind me.

X

We're sitting at a table; he's reading the newspaper while I chow down on eggs, bacon, toast, and an assortment of fruit. I lick my lips. Fucking delicious.

"How old are you?" I ask him around a piece of fruit.

"I'm guessing you're five." He replies and I roll my eyes. "Chew your food." He has a very amused glint in his eyes, and a smile playing on his lips. I dramatically chew, and swallow my food, before opening my mouth wide to show him that my mouth is void of food.

"How old are you?" I ask again.

"Twenty-nine" He answers and my eyes widen in surprise, but then they fall, and I repeat this as I try to mentally replay all of our encounters. "Is there a point to that face?"

"You act a lot older than that, so I'm just a bit confused." I shrug, and he smiles but says nothing.

"How's the food?" He asks as he grabs a grape and chews it while staring at me expectantly, waiting for an answer.

"It's fucking spectacular." I grab a piece of bacon and chew, rolling my eyes in the back of my head to prove just how good it is.

He grins, and runs a hand down his jaw, before his eyes flick around my face with amusement in his perfect green orbs.

"I amuse you." It's not a question, but he replies with the widening of his smile.

"What gave it away?"

I shrug, forcing myself to look down at my plate instead of his eyes. He makes me want to do things to him. Dirty things. I have to control myself.

"Your language is very colorful." He says slowly and deliberately pauses before his last word, fixing me with a stare.

"Does it bother you?" My eyes flick up to his when he doesn't reply. He's smiling at me.

"No. I like it."

"Good. You should get used to it."

"So you're sticking around?" He asks and I freeze. I want him to ask me to stay with him. I want things with this man that I probably shouldn't want, but I do. I want them desperately.

"I can leave." I tell him, and I see something flash across his face quickly before he masks it. He looked anxious, and wary, but quickly flashed back to his usual confident, self-assured look.

"No. Finish your breakfast." He says with knit eyebrows, motioning towards my plate.

I don't move. I'm frozen. I don't want to leave, but I know it's coming. I don't know this man, and he clearly just wanted to use my body. Now that he's had his fill, I'm sure I'll be out on my ass.

"What's wrong?"

"I-" I should just tell him, or make some sort of arrangement with him. I don't want to leave him. I love how he makes me feel, and I don't want that to stop.

"Do you do this with a lot of women?" I ask in a very uncharacteristically quiet voice. For some reason I fear his answer.

He bites into a piece of toast and chews it, staring right into my eyes. He swallows before answering simply, "Do what?"

"Bring them up here." I wave a hand around the room. "Show them a good time, feed them breakfast, and send them on their way with a handful of amazing orgasms to gush about to their girlfriends." I sit back in my seat and fold my arms across my chest. He smirks, and he can tell that I'm trying to get a reaction out of him. He won't give me the satisfaction.

"Is that what you did?" He asks with a sly grin.

"Did I do what?"

"Gush about your amazing orgasms?" He takes a napkin and wipes his mouth. I wish he would wipe away that smug grin. I take that back. It's sexy as hell. He can keep it.

"No," I answer quickly and defensively. Then a devious thought occurs to me. I grin at him and blink up at him through my lashes. "Not yet anyway?"

His smirk turns into a smile, and he nods approvingly.

"I have to take off." He says as he smooths down his tie, and stands, seemingly taking up all of the space in the dining area of the hotel suite. I stare up at him, and I almost pout. I'm actually disappointed that he's leaving.

He stares at me for a long while, and I begin to wonder if he's waiting for me to get up, but then he looks away and I see his jaw tick, and I swear I hear him curse under his breath.

"I'll be back later. Make yourself comfortable."

"I will." I smile brightly, and then take a big bite of food before looking back at him. His shoulders shake with laughter, and he looks down, placing a hand in his pocket. I can't do anything but stare at him in amazement. God, why did you create such a perfect man? I've known him less than twenty-four hours and he's already managed to ruin me for all other men.

"You're quite charming." He says as he walks to the back of my chair. I swivel sideways in my seat to gaze at him. It gives me the perfect angle to look at him now, and watch him when he decides to walk out of the hotel room.

I detect sarcasm in his earlier comment, so I make a face and open my mouth. His eyes flick to my mouth and he screws his face up. Not in disgust, but sort of in surprise, or shock, which is weird because I expected him to look away, completely grossed out by my lack of proper table etiquette.

"Open your mouth like that again and I'll be shoving something in it." He rests his arms on the back of my chair and leans forward, his shoulders widen, and his gaze penetrates through my entire being. I stifle a moan. Too. Fucking. Sexy.

"Please?" I whisper, and watch as the corner of his mouth twitches up in a gloriously crooked smile, displaying perfect laugh lines. I want to fucking lick him. Not just his lips, but everywhere.

Oh boy am I in trouble! I cannot resist this man. He is the definition of perfection in all his perfect male glory.

I silently beg him not to leave. I want him to take me in every way imaginable. I want him so fucking badly.

"Later." He whispers the promise across my face and my eyes roll to the back of my head from the assault of his scent, the play on his words, the sound of his voice, his close proximity, and the electrifying tingle spreading throughout my body...

I want him.

When I open my eyes, he's gone, and I frown. Was I dazed? I feel like I imagined that happening. It was too fucking intense. He's too fucking intense.

I'm in a whole heap of trouble.

I make up in my mind right then and there that I'm going to be gone before he comes back. I can make a bit of tip money tonight, and get a motel room for a week. I can't stay here. I can't keep letting him fuck my brains out just to leave me feeling hollow and useless. I've never felt more vulnerable than I feel after he's left me, and that shouldn't be.

I slap my forehead. I still don't know his fucking name! We've had sex twice, and he's brought ne to the point of pleasurable bliss five times all in less than twelve hours, and I don't even know his name.

I am such a slut!

I need to get out of here. My heart screams at me, but my mind screams stay and rest, because I'm fucking exhausted. My mind wins this time, giving every logical reason why staying a few hours is a great idea.

I'll just rest up and then leave and never look back. There! I've had a sensible conversation with myself.

Apparently this guy fucked some sense into me because I'm actually able to think clearly now. Coming here was a mistake. Offering my body to him again was another mistake. Leaving will set things back in motion for me. I can't live in this fucking fantasy world with a prince in a fucking tower. I have a life that has once again spun out of control, and it's time I get my shit together.

I laugh to myself when I think of what my note will say this time.

If I'm special,

come and find me!

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