I've been given the duty of updating chapters now. Seeing as Charlie thinks my authors notes are better. I disagree, personally. But, whatever, you all love me, yes?
Now, on to the question. Nobody managed to get the right answer. Alice's sister was called Cynthia. Sorry, no luck this time!
Anyway, here's chapter 5!
Warning: Smut alert! Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns the characters, sadly :( We own the plot!
Enjoy!
September
After being royally pissed off that I didn't get my opportunity to rip Twatward a new one, I sighed, resigning myself to my next class. Biology.
Cue internal groan.
I pecked Alice on the cheek who was still staring at Jasper with gooey-eyes and an untouched salad. I don't think they moved since they sat down. Fucking freaks.
Grabbing my stuff, I made my way to class. Ugh. This subject was silly amounts of tedious and boring. I ambled into the class late, just before the second bell, and scanned for available seating.
Crap.
Maybe walking slowly in an attempt halt Bio didn't work how I planned.
The class was full except for the seat next to Cullen. Fan-fucking-tastic. I groaned and all but crawled over to the stool, throwing my bag on the counter in distaste. Dammit, dammit, dammit!
Jesus, why do you hate me so?
And you said Rosalie was dramatic, pfft!
Shut it, you – you're not helping.
I heard melodious chuckling coming from the seat next to me. Ugh.
Fuck you all. Anyone who's listening. I apologized about the Sonic comment. Ah, fuck. Sonic can rot in a ditch for all I care. Fuck.
I took in a death breath and assessed my options.
1. Sulk like a little baby.
2. Ignore the pig next to me in the vain hope he will disappear in a poof of sexy green smoke.
3. Tease the Sir Jerk-Off the Great for the entire lesson, giving him blue balls, and entertaining me.
Can you guess which one I picked?
Pulling my books out casually, I put my bag on the floor, and turned to face Edward. "So, Edward," I breathed in what I hoped was a sexy voice. "I thought about what you said at lunch and.. maybe you're right."
He blinked a few times, "Uh, yeah. I'm always right."
Internal growl. Cocksuckingmotherfucker. I giggled, "Is that so?" He hummed in reply.
"So what is it you want to do to me exactly Edward?" I leaned forward, doe-eyes wide. I fluttered my lashes twice, and bit my lip softly.
He gulped, "I-I-I wan..want to do lots of things to you Isabella."
"Shall I tell you what I want to do to you?" I breathed, inching closer still. He nodded his head encouragingly.
So I didn't have to lean so far, I moved my stool closer to his, turning to face him. Resting my hand on his knee, I felt the familiar buzz I had already grown accustom too in his touch. I still faced him, but my lips were directed towards his left ear.
"I want to kiss, lick, and nip my way down your neck, slowly, of course. Savouring the taste of your skin. I'd suck your neck hard, enough to leave a mark. A sign to tell everyone that you're mine. Your sweet skin would melt into my mouth as I trailed my tongue across your collarbone." A soft moan escaped my lips and I looked down to the muscles peeking out of the tight confines of his shirt. My free hand ran its was slowly down his chest and stomach. He sucked in a breath, waiting for me to continue.
"Your shirt would have to go obviously. I can't have anything stopping me from trailing my fingers down your chest, scraping your hard muscles with my nails. I'd take your nipple roughly in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it and nipping gently." My fingers followed the movements of my words, circling his nipple and tracing downwards. The hand on his knee inched further up his thigh. "Do you know what happens next Edward?" I whispered.
Swallowing harshly he replied, "N-n-no, no."
"Why don't I tell you then?" He nodded once more.
"Well then, I'd release your throbbing erection from your jeans but, leave it confined in your boxers. Sliding your jeans down your delectably muscled legs, I'd follow the trail of your jeans with my mouth, then kiss all the way back up." I squeezed his thigh, my fingers moving a tiny amount further up.
"But I still wouldn't be able to see all of you. And, we can't have that, can we now?" My left hand was tracing the zip of his pants whilst my right hand inched closer up to his groin.
"After so graciously removing your cock from the confinement of boxers, I'd take your throbbing shaft into my waiting hands, rubbing slowly before taking the tip in to my hot waiting mouth." He groaned lowly, eyes long since shut, his breathing slightly heavier.
Mr. Banner kept eyeing us suspiciously, but refused to make a comment, seeing as this boys' father writes his pay-checks with the money left over from building the school.
I moved my lips to his ear, and licked his earlobe. A small whimper escaped one of us, though I couldn't tell you which. I spoke softly into his ear as my hand moved higher every minute or so.
"Taking you more firmly in my mouth, I'd tongue fuck your dick into oblivion. Licking and sucking furiously, making you squirm for more, moaning my name in throws of ecstasy." I tugged on his earlobe.
The finger drawing aimless patterns over his crotch had noticed a distinct bulge appearing in his jeans. I laid my palm out flat against it, feeling his heat. The hand on his thigh was massaging the top of his leg with gentle caresses.
"Bobbing up and down on that delicious cock of yours, I'd look up at you with lustful eyes, fluttering eyelashes. I'd suck you so hard until you felt every muscle tense in your body as the coil in your stomach begins to tighten. As you get closer to the edge, I'd suck harder and faster, pushing you deep into my throat." I release a breath down his neck, raising goosebumps on his skin. "Fuck I'm so wet for you, Edward." I whimpered.
And that's not even a lie!
My hand was palming his cock through his jeans. I just hoped to God that I could time this right. My eyes flickered over to the clock on the wall, before shutting again.
"I'd keep sucking as my cunt throbbed more, aching for release. Sliding my fingers down my stomach, I'd slip a finger in between my wet folds and circle my clit, moaning around your dick. Plunging two fingers into my dripping pussy, I'd cry your name as I sucked you harder, waiting for you to cum, hot down my throat. I'd pump furiously, in and out, my thumb probing my clit until I reached my climax, dripping down my fingers as I felt your cock twitch in anticipation of your very own." I rubbed his dick, full-on through his jeans. His hushed moans and whimpers only spurring me on. His fists clenched by his side and his eyes were shut tight, contorting his face into a beautiful mask of ecstasy.
"You'd spill your hot seed into my mouth, as I swallowed you down greedily. Mmm, Edward baby –" Just as he was about to cum, the bell sounded.
BRRRRINNG! BBRRRRRING! BBBBRRIIING!
I pulled my hands off his groin and moved my lips from his ear, just as he was about to cum, grabbed my bag, and left the classroom before anyone blinked. I waited, leaning against the wall by the door to hear of his reaction. Everyone from the class filtered out, most sending a curious glance my way. The class was empty, even of Mr. Banner, except for one little – well, actually rather big – boy.
"FUCKING BITCH!!" He screamed in a growl, his booming voice echoing around the classroom. A chortle escaped my lips, giving away my position. I waited until he stalked out of the classroom, like a jungle cat hunting his prey.
I smirked at him as he walked towards me, eyes glazed over, almost black in colour. His deathly gaze set on me as his hand came to rest either side of my head. He pressed his body against mine, caging me in so I was unable to escape. I could feel every contour of his body, especially the hard, large bulge pressing into my lower stomach.
"Isabella." He hissed.
My heart was racing, and my already wet panties flooded as he spoke my name with such need.
"You, are a cruel bitch," He spat, "but you cannot escape me. I will have you."
One of his hands grasped the side of my neck, fingers knotting into the hair at the base of my skull, pulling my face up to look into his eyes.
He looked so feral – he'd most certainly lost all sense of control. And it was so hot. A whimper escaped my lips as he pushed his body harder against me.
"You feel this, Isabella?" He ground his prominent erection into me, "This is what you do to me, and I know I do the same to you. I bet your dripping aren't you? I watched you rubbing your thighs together, squirming in your seat, that delectable blush coating your cheeks." His thumb moved from its place next to my ear to stroke my heated skin. "Stop fighting, you're mine."
His fingers unwound themselves from my hair and he brushed his thumb over my lips. I stared into his sparkling forest green eyes. He was breathing heavily through his strong, angular nose, his mouth twisted up into a sadistic but oh-so-sexy smirk. If I thought he was beautiful before, he was positively magnificent now.
My lips parted under his touch, my breath coming out in hot pants, releasing over his finger.
"These lips, are mine." He stated, his thumb brushed against them.
"This neck, is mine." He continued, his hand cupping it, gently, "this collarbone, is also mine." Edward fingertips ghosted over the protruding bone. My chest was heaving as each of his touched. The electrical current was running through my body, and out between us, coating us in lust and need. All the teasing plans got thrown out the window the minute he caged me in.
"These glorious, bountiful breasts, are mine." He almost growled out. His right hand hovered over my left breast. I ached for his touch. My back arched without my consent, causing my nipple to brush against his palm.
His hand disappeared, and moved back to the other side of head, trapping me once more.
"Uh, uh, uh, Isabella." He scolded playfully. "You feel my touch when I choose to touch you," his smug look still present on his face.
Oh how I want to kiss that look right off his face.
His face inched forward, and moved to my neck. His cold nose ran up the length of my neck causing a shudder to run throughout my body. I could feel his lips brush against my ear as he began to whisper, "It's my turn to play, Isabella."
There was no way on God's Green Earth that I could have prevented the echoing moan from leaving my lips. It just was not possible.
His head pulled back to stare into my eyes, "Now where was I?" He pondered, "Oh yes, your beautiful breasts."
Edwards hand came to rest upon my aching mound and squeeze gently. Goosebumps rose all over my skin as he continued kneading my flesh. "You have such amazing breasts, Isabella. They fit into my palm perfectly. Soft, and warm. Makes such a change from the hard plastic I'm used to."
Anger rose in me fast at his last comment. My right hand raised to slap him right across the face, but froze when his index finger ran around the circle of my nipple, tweaking the hardened bud through the fabric of my shirt. The hand that was raised to slap, darted around his neck and buried into that glorious hair of head as I pulled his face to mine. He rested his forehead against my own, his breath mixing with my own as his hand continued playing me.
My eyes had long since shut, just feeling. "That's it, give into me. Just feel. I can give you so much pleasure." Edwards voice said softly. It was so hypnotising, and mixed with the glorious scent he was giving off, I had no choice but to give myself over to him.
His hand left my breast, ignoring my groans of protest as he trailed down my stomach, "This is all mine, your body is mine." His hand reached around and grabbed my ass, causing my eyes to fly open.
So much better than Newtons paws.
"This magnificent ass of yours is mine." I could feel his chest rumble against mine as he spoke. Using his hand on my butt, he pulled my hips up and into his erection, begging for attention. "Not anyone else's. Mine. And certainly not Newton's." Edward spat his name.
Moans were leaving my lips left and right as he ground into my aching center. My eyes were focused on his as his hand travelled once more, coming to rest on my hips.
"This hips are mine. I can't wait to grab hold of them while I take you. I bet you'd be so tight..." He faded off with his own moan, his eyes briefly flitting shut. Images of Edward taking me in various place, in different positions flashed through my head.
God, I take back every bad word I've ever said about you. Thank you so, so, so much for blessing me with this creature in front of me.
Pulling himself together, Edward reopened his eyes and his hand continued his descent.
His hand journeyed down my skin, and came to rest upon my throbbing heat.
"God, so hot." He murmured, so quietly I was positive I wasn't suppose to hear.
With his forehead resting on mine, out noses touching, his hand firmly cupped my pussy, his middle finger pressing the seam of my jeans into me, causing a loud moan to escape me.
"This, oh yes, this throbbing, hot, aching pussy, is all mine." He said,
"Fuck." I ground out between clenched teeth. My hips were rocking into his palm as his fingers played me through the denim.
"I can't wait to feel your heat around me, to be in you, claiming you." His voice took on a desperate quality, as his hips thrust against my pelvis.
"Oh God, yes."
"Fuck, Isabella." Edward moaned, "Look at me."
My eyes snapped open to find him staring straight at me. I could taste his breath on my tongue. I could smell his delicious scent and I was so overwhelmed by it all.
My left hand curled its way into his bronzed locks, and my other, choosing to palm his cock through his jeans.
It's so big.
My irrational side was screaming 'MINE' as I felt its long, hard, heat.
It was all so much, his hand, the panting, the moans, his smell.
I was so close to falling down that edge. So very close.
My eyes were tight shut as I fought the onslaught of sensations. I could feel the familiar coils tightening in my stomach.
Our foreheads still touching, our nose pressed together, lips inches apart. He smelled so good; I couldn't handle not tasting him any longer. My lips slammed into him with a force. I was so wrapped up in the glorious taste of him that I almost didn't notice his lack of reciprocation.
But, then I felt it, his whole body seized up; at first I thought he'd came first but, one glance at his face was all it took to see that I was sorely mistaken.
He looked at me like I'd just grown another head and mumbled something that sounded like profanities under his breath. And, with that, he left. Straight out, turned on his heel and stormed down the corridor.
What the fuck?!
Did he really just walk away?
Yeah… Yeah, he did. Fucker.
My phone ringing interrupted my inner musings. Bending down and grabbing the bag, I rummaged for my phone, hitting the 'answer' button not caring to check who it was.
"Hello." I seethed.
"Where the hell are you, Bella?! I have had to cover for you, on your first fucking day. What the hell is up with you? You didn't even text me, we will be having words! I can't believe you-"
Sighing, I replied, "I'll be right there, Alice."
Throwing my phone back into my bag I looked down the now vacant corridor. I stormed to my next lesson, muttering cuss words under my breath the whole way.
"… Fucking pansy-ass fairy princess mother fucking cunt." I spun around, positively furious. And slammed my boot-clad foot into the locker that I was currently passing. The connection made a rather satisfying pound and I glared at the Bella's boot shaped dent in the locker.
With gritted teeth, I recalled which lesson I was walking to; my feet automatically begging me to walk way.
As if possible, my mood got instantly worse. Gym.
Seriously, he walked away? Who does that?
He walked away?! Why would he do that?! You have to keep reading to find out!
Question time!
What day did Bella last wear her jeans that she believes had her car keys in them?
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