Pairing: Jacob/Bella
Rating: M
Picture: Intimate Couple
Timeline: AU-Non Canon - New Moon-ish.
Strictly for fun. It's got OOC in it, but nothing too strange. ;)
Do Not Own Twilight... unfortunately... cuz if I did, there's no way Bella would have been such a twat...
"Is sex dirty? Only when it's being done right."
-Woody Allen
Tempt Me
It was past midnight, and she could not sleep. Bella sat at her desk in her room and thought of the events of the last few months.
Being around the pack sent her into an insane sexual awakening. She didn't know it was possible for a girl to masturbate as much as she had on a daily basis. The guys? Oblivious to how absolutely gorgeous they were... well, maybe Paul had an inkling. But the others? No clue.
Especially Jacob.
She sighed as soon as his name entered her mind. Only one word could describe Jacob - sex. Every little -and big- thing about him oozed masculinity.
Tingles raced down to the increasing heat between her thighs. Bella bit her lip as she contemplated pleasuring herself again. She was alone in the house, late at night, and no one around to disturb her. That certainly made up her mind.
She stood, untied and kicked off her shorts, then sat back down. Hm, she'd never done it here before. She spread her legs and placed one on the arm of the chair, then pushed her panties to the side.
Outside, patrolling around her house, Jacob decided to rest under her open window. He leaned against the tree and closed his eyes.
Suddenly, he heard a noise. It sounded like someone was talking. What the hell is that?
Moaning. "Oh god..."
He listened closer. There was no way he heard what he just-
Gasps. "Mmmm Jake"...
Holy shit! Bells was - and thinking about him!
Well damn. That boosted his ego ten fold. He grinned as an idea formed in his head.
If he climbed up the tree, he'd be able to watch her. It's not like she would know. He could be quiet - unlike her. He chuckled softly, being careful as to not alert her to his presence.
Was this too creeper though? Like that Cullen corpse freak?
No. This was different. He wasn't going to be watching her sleep. No, instead he would be watching her touch that pussy he'd been dreaming about seeing. Yep... totally different...
Before he could overthink it, he was already halfway up the tree.
Jacob could see the back of her head, but nothing else. Well shit, this wasn't going how he imagined.
He glanced down, making sure nothing was under this side of the tree so he could jump down, when the sweetest scent invaded his senses. He gulped in the smell, an involuntary shiver fluttered through him. He licked his lips and vaulted his body through her window.
He felt possessed. He needed to taste her. To see her. To touch her. There was no room for argument.
She still had not heard him. She was caught up in her own fantasy. The heady aroma hit him full force. Her sounds, the way her mouth hung partially open, the sweat beading down her forehead, her eyes closed and scrunched up as she concentrated... it was too much.
Warmth radiated through her, the temperature in her room was different. She stopped slipping her fingers inside herself and opened her eyes.
A large figure sat on the mattress. She screamed, jumped out of her chair, and ran to the door.
Before she could reach the doorknob, a large, hot hand wrapped around her forearm and stopped her.
"Bells, stop! It's me."
She'd recognize that voice anywhere. "Jake? Oh my god... Oh my god!"
He was watching her. He saw her touching herself. Her face went up in flames.
She tried to push him away from her all the while cursing that he could probably see her blush in the dark. "What the - why the hell are you here?"
His lush, rich chuckle made parts of her tingle. Damn him.
"Stop pushing me. You know it's not gonna work. Wolf here, Bells."
A small growl of frustration escaped her. She knew he was right. Stupid wolf. He saw her touching herself and he was laughing at her now. Could she be even more embarrassed?
"Get out of my room Jake," her shy voice tempted him. He knew she didn't want him to go. The lie she told smelled stale and wrong.
"Bells, don't. It's okay." He smoothed her hair down her back and pulled her closer. She bit her cheek and tried to hold in her tears. She didn't want him to see her cry.
"Just go. Please."
He hugged her, and she felt like an idiot. Jake was so wonderful and she was just one huge mess. God, he even caught her masturbating. A sob slipped from her lips.
Jacob soothed her, like he always does. Rubbing her shoulders, murmuring sweet words, and tightening his arms around her.
She gave up and went limp. All the fight out of her. He picked her up and took her back to the chair where he sat her on his lap. "Talk to me."
She shook her head 'no'. He maneuvered her around until she was facing him, her legs on either side of him. She looked down, she couldn't face him.
He pulled her face up, she refused to look in his eyes. She didn't want to see pity or anything resembling it. He put one hand behind her neck, and the other on her hip, then kissed her.
Bella gasped. That was not what she was expecting. Jacob took advantage of her parted lips and slipped his tongue inside her mouth. She sighed and closed her eyes. He tasted so good. His tongue cautiously teased hers, his soft lips tentative against her own. She touched his biceps, grazed her nails on his taut skin, and threaded her fingers through his short, ebony hair.
It was the single most erotic kiss she had ever experienced.
He pulled his mouth from hers then placed feather light kisses on her neck. "Is this what you wanted?" his voice barely above a whisper.
More, the only word racing through her mind. She needed more. Her body ached for him, for his touch. She needed it like she needed her next breath of air.
"Yes."
He brought his lips back up to hers and continued kissing her. Nothing else mattered but Jacob. He tasted so damn good. His hands were everywhere. His fingers caressed her skin.
She moved her mouth to his collar bone and nipped at the flesh there. He put both his hands on her hips and ground himself against her. She threw her head back and moaned out loud.
He stood, she wrapped her legs around his waist, and he walked to the mattress.
She wanted to touch every inch of the body she had fantasized about for so long. Her panties dampened, a surge of excitement warmed her lower abdomen.
Jacob breathed in deep and muttered, "Fuck."
He moved them to the middle of the bed, his back leaned against the headboard.
Bella stopped. She knew what she wanted. Could she ask him for it?
She gazed at Jacob, his intense, dark eyes roamed over her barely covered breasts. The familiar shiver tickled her spine once again.
"Take off your clothes."
She got scrambled off him and stripped to only her panties.
"Everything, Bella. I want those off too."
Something about the way he spoke made her melt. While she busied herself removing the skimpy underwear, Jacob yanked off his shorts and threw them on the floor next to her clothes.
Her jaw dropped.
She'd seen porn before online, she knew what it was supposed to look like. But that big? How was it… Fuck.
He hauled her on top of him in one swift motion. She hovered over him. Her heart hammered away in her chest, nerves frazzled, but aching everywhere for him to take her.
Jacob kissed her. He cupped his hands over her breasts, squeezed them firmly, his thumbs rubbing her nipples. His left hand traveled down further. She couldn't stop kissing him. An unexpected wave of pleasure washed over her.
He pecked her lips once more and looked down at what he was doing to her. "Damn, you're slick and warm."
He removed his finger from her and licked her flavor off. Bella was stunned at how much that act turned her on. She pulled him by his hair and brought his mouth back onto hers. She kissed him with fervor, biting his bottom lip and sucking on his tongue. It was messy, sloppy, imperfect, and so right. His hand went back in between them. She couldn't see what he was doing, but she knew. She knew their relationship was changing, and tonight, it only cemented what was meant to be.
Jacob grabbed her hip and guided her down on his hard dick in one smooth stroke. She hissed at the sudden pain and bit his lip, hard. She felt herself stretch unimaginably. Was it supposed to hurt this bad?
"Don't move, baby. It'll feel better soon."
He leaned back away from her and did not stop stroking her clit with his fingers. He didn't move. He waited until she relaxed enough to ease herself down the rest of the way.
She wanted to know if it felt good to him. It was starting to feel amazing to her; the pain mixed with the jolts of pleasure he gave with his talented fingers.
The intensity in his eyes made her even more wet and caused her skin to flush with desire. "Make yourself come on my dick."
Those words coming from his sinful mouth made her shudder and groan in ecstasy. She lifted herself up, the feel of him inside her nearly unraveled her.
He bit his lip and closed his eyes, "That's a girl."
The sound of his voice was intoxicating. "Jake -oh, god- talk to me."
He gripped her hips and helped her ease up and down his length. His delicious moan and soft chuckle made goosebumps appear on her flesh. "You like -fuck, that's good honey- me talking dirty?"
Her hips rocked reflexively, seeking, begging for something.
"I've been wanting this for as long as I can remember. Waiting -damn, Bells- for you.."
"Jake... please..."
"Tell me what you need."
"More."
He leaned forward and kissed her chest, then licked her pebbled nipples.
"Oh, fuck!"
Her body jerked violently. She pulled his hair, bit his shoulder and drew blood. He growled and slammed her down on him. Her orgasm shocked her; her legs strained, her throat dried as she screamed and pleaded for Jacob to keep going. He panted and groaned, his unexpected release staggered him from the inside out...
The bright sun bothered Jacob's eyes. Morning already? He heard a giggle next to him. A soft, luscious, naked body draped over his. "Hey."
"Hey," he opened his eyes and stroked her cheek, "you okay?"
She giggled again. He smiled lazily and flicked the sheet over them. This was exactly how he wanted to wake up every day, with his Bella in his arms. Right where she belonged.
