Hello all! Thanks to all the people reviewing this story and putting it on alert. This chapter is in Emmett's POV, so there may a slight increase in the number of F-bombs dropped. Or a massive increase. This is my way of reminding you that this chapter is narrated by a dude.
I still do not own Twilight, Emmett, Bella, or anything of the sort.
She's so fucking cute. She's buckled in to the front seat but has her knees pulled up against her chest. She's thumbing through my iPod and playing songs she likes as she comes across them- we haven't finished a song yet, because she gets excited about new songs and cuts the old ones off. We listen to some 80s music and she cranks up the speakers for Guns N Roses. We're both singing along to "Sweet Child O' Mine" and it's silly, and happy, and I love seeing this side of her.
She flips through the next few songs until a Jay Z song comes on. I don't know it very well, it's brand new, and I start to rap along with the track but I don't know all the words. She's laughing at me, her head resting on her knees.
"Oh yeah? You think that's funny? I don't hear you doing any better," I challenge her, poking her knee. I expect her to blush, demur, change the song. I do not expect what happens next. She raps. The entire song. She doesn't miss a word.
The song is over and I turn the volume back down. I stare at her, only glancing back to the road every few seconds to make sure we don't stray from our lane. She blushes, and suddenly now she's shy and picking at the hem of her jeans.
"I like that song. I listen to it a lot," she tells me, shrugging her shoulders and fiddling with the iPod again. I love seeing her let go and have fun, and I wish she had the confidence to do shit like that all the time.
Sometimes I can see this like... spark in her eyes when she wants to tease me back, or say something silly, or make the first move, and it fucking kills me when she hides her face and closes herself off because she's afraid. I love my little brother, but I hate what he did to Bella. If he were anyone else I'd be beating the shit out of him right about now.
She puts on some soul music- I think she's found my playlists. "You like Sam Cooke?" she asks.
"Yeah, I like a lot of 60s music. My grandpa was really into it, and he gave me a lot of his records."
"Like real records? Vinyl?" she asks, excited.
"Yeah, I have a ton of them in my room in Forks. You want to listen to them with me?"
"Yes! I do. Maybe one day when it's raining we can listen to records all day."
"Naked?" I ask, wiggling my eyebrows. She giggles.
"Naked, maybe. Only if you play songs like this for me." She skips forward on the play list to an Otis Redding song, one that I always thought was slow and sad. But hearing with Bella, imaging her in my arms... I can see how sexy it is.
"Would you dance with me if I played this for you?" I reach out for her hand.
"Naked?" she asks in a whisper. She laces her fingers through mine.
"If you want."
"Maybe," she replies. We're quiet, listening to Otis. We drive past Crescent Lake, and we're getting close to home. When the song changes, she says, "Em?"
"Yeah?"
"Before... on the boat? You asked me about, um, sex? In public?" She's staring at our hands as she says this and her cheeks are bright red.
"Bella, I was just teasing you," I quickly reassure her.
"Oh. Oh, okay." She seems confused, but she's nodding her head up and down quickly.
"Why? What were you gonna ask me B?"
"Nothing, it doesn't matter."
"It matters. To me. Tell me why you asked or I'll throw the rest of your Swedish fish out the window." She smiles, but she's still blushing and staring at our hands. She won't look at me.
"I just wondered... because you asked what I, um, think about... I wondered if that's something you... if that's your um, fantasy?" I try not to laugh, because I know it took a lot of courage for her to even ask me a question like that.
"Not really, Bella. I've never thought about it before. Just today when I was kissing you on the ferry." Damn, I've managed to keep my dick under control for the last two hours, but it's getting hard again thinking about kissing her soft skin and hearing her moan.
"Oh," she replies, drawing it out. She lets out a breath that sounds kind of shaky. "I know that um, I don't have a lot of experience, Emmett, but I want to make you... I want to really be with you. You know? I want to... I guess what I mean is, if there's anything I'm doing wrong, just to tell me. Or anything I'm not doing, that you want me to do. In bed. Just tell me, and I'll try." Jesus. I pull the Jeep over to the side of the road so I can talk to her.
I pull my hand away from hers and place it on her cheek, turning her head to face me. Her eyes are wide and her skin feels warm. I lean over and kiss her firmly on the lips.
"Bella, you are amazing in bed, and I love everything you do... the way you touch me, the little sounds you make, the dirty words that come out of your mouth when you're really worked up. You couldn't do anything wrong with me, okay?" I hold her gaze and pause, and she nods at me. "And if you tell me about your fantasies, I'll tell you mine, and we can try things we both want to try." She smiles and bites her bottom lip. I kiss her again and pull back onto the road.
"So... are you gonna tell me one?" she asks, tilting her head.
A million images flash through my head, a million different ways that I want her. Bent over the vanity in my bathroom in Forks so we can watch in the mirror... riding me like a cowgirl in my bed... on the washing machine in that laundry room in her dorm... on the pool table at the frat house... Bella dressed up like a cheerleader... or a nurse...
She clears her throat and I know I've been quiet for too long. Shit, what can I tell her that won't scare her? I can't exactly say "tying you to my headboard and fucking you from behind."
"Hmmm... my parents have this like, media room? With these big comfy armchairs. I want you on my lap, facing me, having sex in one of those chairs." She just nods her head, shifting a little in her seat and I wonder if it's because she's turned on. I'm so hard I could hammer nails with my dick. I wonder if she'll fool around with me when we get to her house.
We pass the shitty "Welcome to Forks" sign and she tells me how to get to her house. It only takes a few minutes to get there and unload her things. Bella lets us into the house, gesturing for me to follow her up the stairs. We set down her things in her bedroom and she scurries off to the bathroom, leaving me alone for a few minutes. I palm my dick and try to adjust it so I'm not so damn uncomfortable. Unfortunately I just make things worse.
I don't hear her come out of the bathroom and she walks in on me basically rubbing my cock through my pants. I stop but I don't remove my hand, because I'm waiting to see how she reacts. She's blushing furiously, of course, and biting that bottom lip, but she looks like she's turned on more than embarrassed. She looks at the clock on her nightstand and then takes a step towards me, but then hesitates. I open my arms and she smiles at me and flies towards me. I kiss her roughly, her body bending backwards as I lean down.
She's moaning and her arms are wrapped around my neck, holding her body close to mine. She hitches her leg up around my waist and I'm surprised by her boldness, but it just turns me on more. I grab her leg, holding it against me, and I straighten up so I'm standing at my full height and her other foot is off the floor. She scrambles to hold on to me and I pull her other leg up so I'm holding her.
"Emmett, put me down," she whispers, pulling away from my kiss.
"No," I respond, capturing her mouth again. But I can feel that she's tense now.
"I'm too heavy, I'll fall. You'll drop me," she pleads, backing off again.
"Bella, you're tiny. I could run up and down the stairs 20 times holding you like this and I'd never drop you. I've got you. Just let me kiss you." I bring my mouth back to hers and kiss her, and she kisses me back. She's clinging to me and shifting around so much that it is getting difficult to hold onto her. She whimpers and it sounds more like she's scared than excited.
I walk us over to her bed and set her down gently. She lies back on the bed and pulls me down with her so I'm on top of her. She kisses me this time, presses her tongue into my mouth. I start to wonder why she's so afraid of being dropped but she distracts me by bucking her hips against mine and I focus on kissing her.
We make out for a few minutes, kissing as I slip my hand under her t-shirt to cup her breast. She keeps rolling her hips against mine and it feels so good. I'm surprised when she pushes against my chest, pushing me over to the middle of the bed. I roll onto my back and she lays next to me, kissing my lips and then my neck. Her right hand is pressed to my chest, right over my heart, but she slowly slides it down over my stomach and starts to play with the waistband of my pants.
"Take them off?" she whispers, a question.
"You do it. Please? Do anything you want to me, Bella," I beg her.
She scoots down the bed, slipping her fingertips under the elastic and I lift my hips up so she can pull my pants down. She pulls my underwear down at the same time, and she bites her lip when my cock springs out of the boxer-briefs. She tosses my clothes on the floor and scrambles back up so we're face to face, kissing me and pressing her chest to my side. My instinct is to pull her close and work on getting her naked, but I really want her to decide.
She's kissing me, touching my chest and my stomach, and I think I'm going to die if she doesn't touch my dick soon. I'm about to abandon the Bella-takes-charge plan when she whispers to me "Will you keep touching me? Please? Just... touch me, and tell me if I do something wrong, okay?" I'm confused, and I open my mouth to reassure her but she's moving now. She pulls my t-shirt up and kisses my stomach. Little kisses, scattered all around but moving generally south... fuck yes.
Of course, I'll do anything to keep this girl moving down the path she's on now, so I touch her. She's kneeling on the bed at a right angle to me, so I can touch her whole body with my left hand. I rub her back, squeezing her ass occasionally. My right hand is gripping my dick in anticipation.
She kisses her way down slowly, and reaches for my dick. I move my hand out of the way and pull her hair back over her shoulder so I can see her face. She's biting her lip, staring at her hand on me. Her eyes flicker to my face and she says, "Do I just... how do I... start?"
"Anything you want, Bella, you can go slow," I tell her, even though it's killing me. She scoots down closer to me and leans in and kisses the tip of my cock, a little kiss. My cock twitches in anticipation and she jumps.
"It moved!" she tells me, looking alarmed. I laughed a little, low and frustrated because she's still holding my dick gently and I just need some friction.
"Yeah, it likes you," I tell her, stroking her hair. She giggles, breaking a little of the tension, and turns her attention back to kissing me. It's really sweet, and I want her to go at her own pace, but I pray that she speeds up or uses her hand or something. These barely there kisses are torture.
When she gets to the tip again she swipes her tongue out and licks me experimentally. I groan so loud I'm sure the neighbors can hear, and she does it again.
"Baby, that feels so good," I praise her. I'm still touching her, like she asked, playing with her hair and rubbing her back with the other hand. I increase the pressure on her back, not to push her down but because I know she likes it better when my touches are firm.
She's licking me like a goddamn ice cream cone now, and I sigh in relief when her hand tightens around me. She moves her hand up and down a little, and she seems surprised at the way it slides easily because of her saliva. I'm moaning and trying to keep still so she can go at her own pace.
"Yeah, that's good, Bella. Perfect. You feel so good," I keep muttering words of encouragement, and she seems to be having fun. I slip my hand down to her ass and let it slip lower, between her thighs. She pushes against me, hard and sighs in contentment.
She does it suddenly, with no warning- wraps her lips around my dick and slides it into her mouth. Fuck. Oh god it's so wet, and hot, and her hand is wrapped around my shaft and it's all so good, and she looks beautiful. She pulls her head up and my dick pops out of her mouth and I might cry. She looks up at me and I can barely hear her when she whispers to me.
"Like that? Is that right?"
"Fuck, yes, Bella that was so good. Your mouth is amazing. Please... please Bella?" I'm begging her. I know she isn't teasing me on purpose, but I'm desperate.
She lowers her mouth again, slipping me between her lips, and this time when she pulls up she doesn't pull away. She moves up and down a few times, tentatively, and I moan loudly to encourage her. And because it feels fucking amazing.
My fingers twist in her hair, not pulling but holding onto it, and she moans around my dick. The vibrations shoot through every nerve ending in my body.
"Good girl, that feels so fucking good. Yeah, use your tongue like that, that's amazing." I'm really regretting not taking her shirt off before we started this, but I'm not about to have her stop just to take it off. I slip my hand underneath her body, finding the hem of her t-shirt and sliding underneath it. I pinch her nipples through her bra and I'm rewarded with another long moan from Bella.
She keeps up a steady rhythm and squirms when I touch her, and her red lips are so pretty wrapped around me, she feels so good, and I want to come. I can feel it building up in me but I need- I need just a little more.
"I'm so close, Bella, can you go faster?" I plead. She starts moving faster, and I try to stop myself from pushing her head down and taking control. She's kept her eyes closed almost the entire time, but she's going faster now and I can see her eyes are open.
"Yeah, good, good girl. Yes. Bella, look at me, please? Please?" Her eyes flicker up to mine and that's all it takes, it pushes me over the edge, and I feel all my muscles tensing and relaxing, and I'm releasing into her mouth. Her eyes widen in surprise and she pulls away before I'm finished, and I feel bad that I didn't warn her or push her away. She doesn't seem upset, just disoriented, and I take a mental snapshot of Bella, cheeks flushed, hair mussed, with my cum on her lips. She looks so fucking sexy.
She wipes it off, though, and leans over to grab a tissue from her nightstand. She wipes the rest of it off my body and her hand. She's sitting on her knees next to me, biting her lip and looking at my chest. I push myself up so I'm sitting and I can kiss her lips, but she turns her head. I try to pull her down to lie with me, but she scoots off the bed.
"My dad will be home soon," she tells me, tossing my pants and my underwear onto the bed. I slip them on and stand up, grabbing her hand and pulling her in close to me. She drops her head to my chest but I pull it back with my hand in her hair. I kiss her lips gently first, then more passionately as she relaxes. Our tongues mingle and I can taste the saltiness from me in her mouth, but it doesn't bother me.
"You can always kiss me, Bella," I tell her, punctuating my statement with a few more kisses. I wrap both arms around her and hug her tight, hard like she really likes it, and she sighs happily.
"Did you like that, Bella? Your mouth on me?" I ask while her face is pressed against my chest.
"Yeah. I liked it... a lot."
"Did it turn you on?" I ask, leaning down to kiss her neck. I know it did, I could tell by the way she was moaning and writhing around, but I want her to say it.
"Yeah," she breathes, moaning as I suck and nibble at her neck.
I pull away a little so I can touch her, and I undo her jeans and push them down a little so I can snake my hand inside.
"Emmett.. my dad.. he'll be home really soon..." she pants, not really trying to stop me from doing anything.
"This'll be quick," I promise her, before devouring her mouth in a kiss. I thrust my tongue into her mouth and tug on her hair with the hand behind her head. My other hand is diving into her panties, and she is so fucking wet. She's shaking as soon as I start touching her, and grinding against my hand. I move two fingers to her entrance and push them into her body roughly, and she calls out my name. My thumb is on her clit and I'm not gentle, not building her up, I'm giving her everything I can to make her come fast and hard.
I pull back from the kiss and move my lips to her ear, whispering, "You looked so sexy with my cock in your mouth, Bella." She hears me and cries out, pushing against me harder.
"Emmett... oh God, fuck, Emmett... I'm gonna..." she moans.
"Come for me, Bella," I whisper, and she explodes.
She goes limp in my arms as she comes down, and I hold her close. We pull apart when we hear a car pull into the driveway.
She looks flushed and happy. She combs her fingers through her hair and checks her appearance briefly in the mirror while giving me instructions.
"I'm gonna go downstairs, you come down in a minute. We just got here a few minutes ago, you carried my things, and you were in the bathroom or something. Got it? Oh, and wash your hands," she added, heading down the stairs. I go into their bathroom and hear the front door open as I turn on the faucet.
I'm washing my hands, checking to make sure I don't have any incriminating evidence on my person. Shit. I forgot I was wearing this stupid t-shirt with an arrow pointing to my dick. I cannot wear this to meet Bella's Dad.
I tiptoe back into her bedroom and pick up the sweatshirt I'd loaned her on the boat- she'd brought it in with her backpack and it was laying on top of a pile of clothes. I slip it on and zip it up all the way before heading down the stairs.
Bella and her dad are in the kitchen; he's drinking a beer and she's guzzling a bottle of water. They look like they're having a normal conversation, so hopefully he hasn't tried to call her out on anything. She grins when she sees what I'm wearing.
"Hey Bella, thanks for letting me use the facilities. I should probably get going." I try to sound casual, but not too familiar.
"Dad, this is Emmett," she gestures to me, and I step up to him and offer my hand.
"Emmett Cullen, sir. Nice to meet you." He does that tough guy thing where he lets me stand there with my hand out for a few seconds longer than necessary before he shakes it.
"Charlie Swan. Thanks for bringing Bella home with you, we appreciate it."
"It was no problem, Chief Swan. Anytime." Shit, how do I say goodbye to Bella? I want to kiss her, but I'm pretty sure she doesn't want her dad seeing that. She saves my ass by speaking up.
"I'll walk you out, Emmett."
"Have a good evening, sir." I nod my head at Charlie.
"Cullen," is all he says in reply, but I get a head nod back.
Bella hurries out to the Jeep, and I walk the long way around it so we can hide behind the back for a minute. With all my stuff piled up in it he won't be able to see us. I kiss her softly, caressing her cheek.
"Sweet girl. I'll call you tonight, okay?"
"Yeah, tonight." She pauses for a second and adds, "Thank you, Em," throwing her arms around my waist and hugging me tightly.
We walk around to the driver's side and I hop into the Jeep. Bella steps away so I can pull out, and I roll down the window.
"Bella? One more thing..."
"Yeah?"
"Next time I'm here I'm kissing you goodbye for longer than 5 seconds, so you might want to tell your dad about us," I tell her with a smile. She rolls her eyes at me and waves goodbye, watching me drive away.
When I get to my parents' house, I leave most of my stuff in the Jeep to unload later- I can see my Dad setting the table through the dining room window, so I know dinner's almost ready.
I walk in through the kitchen and my mom is slicing a roasted chicken, and the kitchen smells awesome.
"Emmett! My baby, you're home. What took you so long? Dad said you were leaving at two." It's about half past six, and the trip only takes three hours.
I kiss the top of her head as I walk by, snagging a green bean from the serving dish before she can smack my hand.
"I had to drop off Bella," I tell her as I walk out of the kitchen and into the dining room. I haven't talked to them about Bella yet but I figure... better to be honest up front than try to cover your tracks later. I can see the look of surprise on my mom's face, but she doesn't say anything.
"Hey Emmett!" my dad greets me, and I give him a guy hug. "How was your trip?"
"It was good, you know, long. I wish they'd build a tunnel under that goddamn mountain."
"Watch your mouth, kid. You know how your mother feels about that kind of language," he reminds me. Shit. I'm going to have to stop swearing so much- it's a hard habit to break when you live in a fraternity.
Mom sweeps into the room, carrying the platter with the chicken. "Carlisle, dear, would you bring the green beans and the potatoes? I think we're all set." I sit down at the table as my dad brings in the rest of the food, glad to be in my old house. I smile at the beverages in front of me; at school I would always have a Coke or a beer with dinner, but here I have a tall glass of water and a glass of milk.
I'm counting the seconds until Mom asks me about Bella. She makes it through the serving of the food, and the first few bites, before she brings it up.
"So Emmett, did you say that you drove Bella home from school? Bella Swan?" she asks, her tone curious. My dad looks up at my in surprise, his mouth full of mashed potatoes.
"Yeah, I did. She had her last final on Tuesday but her dad couldn't pick her up until Saturday."
"Oh," she says. She takes a small bite of chicken and chews it thoroughly. "So, how is Bella?" She's trying to act casually, but I know she's concerned. She was really worried about Edward when they broke up, and she had made a few comments about Bella breaking his heart... one night Ed yelled at her, told her that the breakup was all his fault and he was the one that broke her heart. I think my mom felt guilty after that, for not being more clued in to Edward's pain... and for talking smack about Bella, who she had always adored.
"Her roommate is dating Jasper," I reply, because I can't say the first thing that comes to mind, which is "amazing, a little fucked up because of Edward, but sexy as hell when she's coming on my dick."
"Oh, how nice. So are you two friends?" she asks, spearing a green bean on her fork.
"Sort of." I reply. She looks like she isn't going to ask for more information, but I know she's dying to know what "sort of" means. My dad raises an eyebrow at me as he takes a sip of water. "Well, honestly, we're kind of... seeing each other."
"Like..." my dad asks, waiting for me to expound.
"Like dating. Like she's my girlfriend."
I'm looking at my dad, but I hear my mom's fork clink against the plate as she drops it.
"Emmett. She's... I don't think you should be..."
"Mom, I know it's kind of weird. I know it is. And she does too, and we've talked about it. But she's sweet and beautiful and I want to be around her all the time, and I can't give that up because she has a past with Edward. I'm lucky she wants me at all considering how badly he messed with her head. But she does, and I want her, and we're together." I go back to eating, swirling my chicken around in the mashed potatoes before eating it.
"Does your brother know?" Dad asks me. The silence is awkward as I finish chewing before I answer.
"He knows I talked to her, I ran into her. I'll tell him when he gets back from Paris."
I glance at my mother, who looks worried, but not angry.
"Emmett, I think you should be careful. I know you like this girl, but Edward is your brother, remember that. He's your blood."
"I know, Mom. It's not like this thing with Bella is just a fling or something- this is real. I... I really like her. I'm going to make it work. You'll see, at the end of the summer we'll all be here laughing and having dinner together, you, me, dad, Edward, and Bella." I sound confident, and my dad nods his head in agreement, but I can't help but wonder if it will be possible to even get Bella in a room with Edward. It will be, it has to be possible- I'll make it possible.
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