I Like it Rough- Chapter 7

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all things Twilight, and Lady Gaga owns her music and weird costumes. I own the rest of this.

BPOV

"How do you explain this?" Rosalie spat out, throwing a tabloid at me across my kitchen table.

"Rose, I just woke up, I really don't want to do this right now-"

"Well, deal with it. I got woken up to twelve voicemails from several magazines and tabs asking me if I wanted to comment on 'Lady Bella's recent sexploitations.' I need beauty sleep too, you know!" She certainly didn't look it- Rose was absolutely stunning in her fury, her eyes flashing and her hair whipping out behind her.

I, however, was used to this and simply put my head back down on the table. "Is it a picture of me as normal Bella?"

"No."

"Then I don't care."

She spluttered. "You don't care? What do you mean, you don't care?!"

I sat up and looked her in the eye. "I didn't stutter, Rosalie. As long as pictures aren't run of me in my normal clothes so Edward or someone else at school might see them, I'm not worried about it. Besides, you know I haven't had time for any 'sexploitations.' You've practically got me on lockdown."

"And fat lot of good it's done you! Do you have enough material for the second album yet? Have you chosen a theme for the tour yet? Noooo!"

My eyes widened. I was seriously afraid she was going to blow a gasket. "Okay, first, you need to calm down, Rose. Take some deep breaths." She just gave me the finger, so I moved on. "Second, I will have you know that I have finally written enough songs. We need like ten to twelve, right?" She nodded coolly. "Well, I have fifteen, so that gives us a little wiggle room. So you're yelling at me about nothing." I calmly took a sip of my yummy kona coffee I had ordered from Hawaii.

She wasn't done glaring at me. "Where did all this inspiration come from? I talked to you last week, and you said you might have six done."

I smiled at her. "Edward."

"Edward? Really?" she asked, quirking her right eyebrow like she does when she thinks I'm bullshitting her.

"Yep. See, you're always whining about how he's distracting me, but actually, I feel more alive around him. I really think this might be my best stuff yet, Rose."

She crossed her arms over her not-small chest. "Then let's hear it."

"Right now? It's Tuesday, I've got class today." And I'm going to see Edward! Squee!

Rosalie checked her watch. "You don't have to leave for another couple of hours. Come on, show me what you've got."

I sighed heavily and stood up. "I don't know if you're in the right frame of mind to enjoy it. The songs are happy."

"I don't care if you wrote about the need to 'go green' or werewolves on the beach! I just want you to finally finish this fucker so we can firm up the dates for your tour," she snapped. I raised my eyebrows at her, surprised at her language, but she just shrugged. "I'm under a lot of stress here, Belly. Cut me some slack."

"I'm gonna call BS on that one, babe. Unless by 'stress' you mean Emmett calling you five times a day," I giggled, walking into my music room.

She huffed. "That man cannot take no for an answer."

"I wouldn't take a no from you either, considering we all know you don't really mean it."

"Of course I mean it! I'm not the one trying to jeopardize my future by starting a relationship right at the most important moment of my career!"

I rolled my eyes and sat down at my baby grand piano. "Quit being dramatic. Now, this one is called 'Paper Gangsta,' and I was thinking we could use 20's zoot suits and flapper outfits for the staging, like in a speakeasy," I said, and quickly began playing the first notes.

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I walked to class almost bouncing with nervous energy. I hadn't gotten to speak with Edward much the past two days, since Rosalie really was cracking the whip, and I kept running over our last encounter in my mind. His hands, all over my ass… his mouth, making me see fireworks… his cock, right in my special place as he shoved me up against the wall… I got tingles just thinking about it.

It had also successfully distracted me for a few hours after he'd left, but when I'd remembered my so-called 'friends' blatant hints about my identity at dinner, I'd reamed them good. I was so thankful Edward was oblivious to Lady Bella. It was funny- I'd spent so much time getting my name out there, trying to get my music heard, and now I was doing everything to hide it and I was scared to death Emmett was going to tell Edward to listen to it. Alice was somehow convinced Edward wouldn't care, and Rosalie just wanted me to tell him so the drama would end, but I was too afraid to lose him now. He was beginning to mean way too much.

He was already seated in his usual seat when I entered the classroom, and he smiled widely when he saw me approaching. "Hey babe," he said, winking.

I scooted in front of him, making sure to wiggle my ass in his face, and sat down. "Hey, yourself," I replied, grinning when I saw the dazed look glazing his eyes. He came out of it and turned to face me, and I gasped at how animalistic his features had suddenly turned.

"Watch it, Swan. I'm being held back by a tiny little string. One more tease like that, and the string snaps and you're back in my dorm room with your legs up over your head," he growled, eyes raking over my body.

My pulse sped up, and I drew in a shaky breath. "You can't say stuff like that to me when class is about to start."

He closed his eyes, calmed down, and turned to face forward just as the professor began speaking. "Then please, for the love of God, don't shake your ass in my face. All I could think of was biting it."

I gasped again at the visual, and rubbed my thighs together. Edward caught the movement and groaned. "You are literally trying to kill me!" he whispered, rubbing his hands across his face.

"I'll be good now, I swear," I whispered back, and pulled out my notebook. I began taking notes, trying not to doodle "EC + BS = Forever" in the margins, when I noticed Edward was still shifting around, clearly uncomfortable and not even attempting to take notes. I looked at him questioningly, and he just sighed and looked down at his crotch. My eyes widened into saucers when I saw his jeans were visibly straining, and I may have moaned a little. How is that going to fit?! I don't know, but I'm going to have a great time finding out…

Edward shifted again, and put his notebook on top of his lap. "You're gonna pay for this," he whispered roughly. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths, trying to calm down. God, at this rate, I was going to come the second he touched my panties. My entire body was aware of him, from my fingers itching to touch him to my toes curling in my shoes. It was electric between us, and I knew he felt it too, because his whole body was rigid- it looked like he was even trying to hold his breath.

One tortuous hour later, we stood up as class ended. "Swan, if I didn't have practice in two hours, I would be carrying you back to my bed like a caveman," Edward swore.

"You need longer than two hours?" I asked, incredulous.

He rolled his eyes and began walking out. "I may be a younger man, but I know how to take care of a lady." His arm shot out and he grabbed me and pulled me close. "And I plan on taking great care you, my lady, when I have a lot longer than two hours to do it," he murmured, rubbing his nose along my jaw. I probably would have fallen over if he weren't holding me up.

"Edward," I moaned, forgetting where we were. He had the strange and frightening ability to do that to me.

He straightened and pulled me out of the classroom. "Come on, let's get some coffee before I jump you in the middle of campus."

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We barely got to talk on the phone the next day, and class on Thursday was another exercise in erotic torture. Friday was a big day for Edward, since it was homecoming weekend and there were lots of parades and celebrations, and Saturday he had the big game, which USC won, of course. I was trying to use this time without him to fine tune my album, which of course Rosalie had loved, but I couldn't get him out of my head. He consumed my every thought, and my body was beginning to ache from wanting him. If I couldn't get him over here on Sunday to ravage me, I was probably going to commit murder. I could not survive on a few stolen kisses here and there.

I could tell, from the few times we'd spoken, that Edward felt the same way. His voice got all husky, and my lady parts responded, leaving me in a quivering mess for at least an hour after we talked. I probably should have noticed that our schedules were simply too full for there to be a real working relationship between us, but all I could see were barriers keeping me from having a rollicking good time between the sheets with my man. Even Rosalie was avoiding me, claiming that I was acting like a cat in heat.

When it got to be three in the afternoon on Sunday, and Edward still hadn't called, I became infuriated. How dare he rile me up, then not even call me when I knew this was his day off?

I turned on the TV, and turned it to ESPN, as was my custom lately, hoping to catch a glimpse of Edward. It was an NFL day, but they did do a small piece on the draft for the next spring, and they mentioned him. They flashed his picture, and I bit my lip at his perfection, even on the screen. Then I was mad again, because that perfection was clearly too busy to come over and fuck me.

I flipped the TV off and threw the remote down on the couch. I stalked into the music room and abused my piano for a few minutes, but that just reminded me of Edward and the songs I'd written about him, and the fantasies I'd had about him taking me on the piano bench…

So I roughly shoved the cover over the keys, stood up, and stomped into the kitchen. Baking usually calmed me, and the maid service kept my pantry stocked, so I could make some chocolate chip cookies. Rosalie would yell at me, because I was on a strict diet for the upcoming tour, but I didn't care. I would do practically anything to get my mind off the hot piece of man who was not currently touching me.

I yanked all the ingredients out onto the counters and was searching for my mom's old recipe book when my phone rang. "Praise God!" I squealed, almost fell over in my rush into the living room, and practically dove for the phone where it lay on the coffee table. "Hello?" I asked breathlessly.

"Bells?" someone who was not Edward asked. I instantly deflated and flopped onto the couch, closing my eyes with a sigh.

"Yes. Who's this?"

"You don't recognize the voice of your own mother?"

My eyes popped open. "Oh, sorry, Mom. I was distracted."

"Distracted by a boy?"

I sat up straight. "What did Rosalie tell you?"

Renee cackled into the phone. "Nothing! You just did. What's his name?"

I groaned. "Mom! I thought we were done with those mind games of yours."

"Never, baby, as long as I'm alive and kicking. Now, quit trying to change the subject. Do you, or do you not, have a boy toy?"

"Mom! I will never have a boy toy!" It's amazing how, even years after I've proven my independence, and sold millions of records, my mother can reduce me to a mortified teenager in mere minutes.

"Fine, whatever you call it these days. Spill, or I'll just tell Charlie you're dating somebody…" she trailed off, knowing exactly what my reaction would be.

"Renee Higginbotham Swan! You better not tell Charlie anything, or I'm never speaking to you again!" I yelled.

"I'm walking into the living room as we speak…"

"Fine! Fine!" I gave in. "His name is Edward, he goes to USC, he plays football, and he looks like an Armani model."

Renee squealed. "I knew it! Of course he's gorgeous, nothing but the best for my baby. How did you meet? Are you being safe?"

I was about to tell her to mind her own damn business, I was an adult thank you very much, when my doorbell rang. "Oh, that's the door, gotta go!"

"Wait a second-"

I slammed the phone closed on her and took off for the door. I was hoping for Edward, but would take the UPS guy at the moment- anything to get out of that conversation.

I wrenched the front door open, and a huge smile painted my face until I remembered I was mad at him. "What do you want?" I snarled, trying not to dance with glee.

His smile faltered. "What's wrong with you?"

I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest. "Nothing. I just have a crappy boyfriend who likes to tease me all week and then not call me on his day off."

Edward's smile returned, and he took a step toward me. "Crappy boyfriend, huh? Must be rough, waiting on someone to call." He quirked his eyebrow, and I immediately felt guilty.

"I told you I'm sorry about that, Edward-"

I couldn't finish my sentence before his lips were on mine. He'd moved so fast, all I'd seen was the blur of his arms pulling me to him before I registered that yes, Edward was in fact ravaging my mouth on my front porch. His tongue was scorching mine, setting my entire body on fire, and his hands were roaming all over my back and ass.

"Let's take this inside," he murmured against my lips.

"Mmm," I replied, not willing to pull away to answer him with real words. He grabbed my legs and picked me up so I was completely wrapped around him, then walked inside and kicked the front door closed. He walked through the living room directly into my bedroom, and I was grateful I'd hidden all the Lady Bella paraphernalia in my closet when he'd come over for dinner last week, in case he'd asked for a tour.

He walked over to my bed and dropped me on it, causing me to bounce a little. I tried to pull him down to me, but he stayed at the edge of the bed, just looking at me. I knew I must look a mess- my hair was up in a ponytail, I was wearing a simple tank top and shorts for around the house, and my lips were probably bright red from the abuse he'd just given them- but his eyes softened and he smiled.

"You're so beautiful," he said.

I blushed, feeling the heat all the way down to the tops of my chest, and his smile turned feral. "You're also mine," he growled, and jumped on me, though he kept most of his weight in his arms. He immediately began kissing and sucking on my neck, and I wanted to warn him that he was going to leave marks, and Rosalie would be pissed, but I couldn't find it in myself to care. I wanted to be marked by him.

"Edward," I moaned, running my hands through his soft, fuckhot hair to clench his head closer to me. He moved down to my chest, placing deep, sucking kisses all over the tops of my breasts, and I shivered in anticipation. One little slip of the cloth, and he'd be on my nipple…

Edward lifted his head suddenly. "Are you sure about this?"

"What?!"

He sat up on his knees, still straddling me, and ran his hand nervously through his hair. "I just wanted to make sure you were ready to take this step. I don't want you to feel forced, or anything."

I smiled at him. "You're very sweet. Yes, I'm ready. Now get down here before I spontaneously combust." I pulled on his shirt, but he didn't budge. Instead, a smirk spread across his beautiful face.

"You think you're about to spontaneously combust? I have had this-" he grabbed my hand and placed it on his hot erection "-tormenting me for a month now."

I gently squeezed him through his jeans, and Edward moaned, and it was the hottest thing I'd ever heard. I should seriously record that, and put it on my CD, and women everywhere would buy it to get off to. I would be doing them a service, really. I squeezed him again, to hear that sound again, and he grabbed my wrist. "If you don't stop that, I'm going to jizz in my pants."

I grinned. "I haven't even rubbed your butt yet."

Edward laughed. "That is true. Would you like to?"

"I'd like to rub you everywhere," I said lowly, staring at his hotness, and I sat up on my knees, too, and wrapped my arms around him. I felt his body all along the length of mine, and every place my skin touched his was magic. I needed the rest of his clothes off, asap. I began yanking at his shirt, and Edward pulled away slightly to whip it off.

He reached down to take my tank top off, gazing into my eyes so intensely I thought my heart would burst. I lifted my arms and arched my back to help him, and his eyes darkened when he saw my sapphire blue bra. "This color looks amazing on you," he murmured, gently tracing the line of the cup across the top of my breast. I shivered, and he grinned wickedly. "Oh, the things I've been dreaming about doing to you," he said, and grabbed the waistband of my shorts to pull them off. I helped him again, and soon I was back to lying on the bed in front of him, this time in only my bra and matching panties.

"You need to hurry up," I said, pointing at his jeans. He shucked off his jeans and shoes, and got on the bed next to me in only his skintight boxer briefs. "God, if I'd known that was what was under there, I would have jumped your ass a long time ago," I said, staring at his well-outlined junk and licking my lips.

Suddenly he was over me, aligning his cock with my crotch and making me moan. "You're going to be the death of me," he muttered before attacking my mouth. My hands immediately flew into his hair and my legs wrapped around his waist, holding him against me, while his hands were everywhere- caressing my chest, rubbing my legs, tickling my sides, tilting my head. I was burning up, and we weren't even naked yet!

"Please," I begged breathlessly, when he released my mouth to begin sucking on my neck again. He really had a thing with my neck.

He leaned up to look in my eyes, and whatever he saw must have pleased him, because he smiled slowly and reached around my back to remove my bra. He peeled it away, and when my breasts swung free, Edward gasped. "Even better than I imagined," he growled. I wanted his mouth on my nipples, but he decided to go ahead and take off my panties as well, and when his breath hit the completely drenched panties just over my entrance, I bucked off the bed. He smirked and pulled them down my legs, leaving wet kisses every few inches or so. Hmm, Edward's head between my legs… is there any prettier sight?

He came back up my body, kissing me everywhere but where I wanted, driving me crazy. "Edward," I moaned, writhing underneath him.

"What, baby?" he asked, sucking on my collar bone.

"Please."

I felt him smile against my skin, and he brought himself up so his face was hovering above mine. "I can't help it. Your delectable body is distracting me."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "If you don't get this show on the road, pronto, we're going to have some issues."

He looked at me, fake confusion in his eyes. "You mean like this?" He gently kissed my lips.

"Better," I hummed.

"What about this?" He leaned down and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, swirled the tip with his tongue, then let it pop out. I closed my eyes and sighed.

"Much better."

"This?" He took one long finger and drew it slowly up and down my slit, spreading my wetness, and I moaned.

"Mmm… close."

"I think I get it now," he whispered in my ear, and plunged his finger inside me.

"Oh, God!" I yelped, as he added another finger and began pumping them furiously.

"See, I'm a fast learner," he said, nibbling on my ear lobe. He used his thumb to rub circles on my clit, and I was quickly spiraling upwards, the pleasure coiling in my lower stomach.

"Edward… I'm…"

"Come for me, baby," he whispered in my ear again, and I fell apart on his hand. I could feel my juices coating his fingers, and after he'd brought me down from my orgasm, he pulled them up to his face and licked them. "Yum," he said, sucking all my wetness off. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen.

I growled and pushed him down onto the bed. He looked surprised as I yanked his boxers down his legs and threw them to the side. I reached over his head to my nightstand, my breasts swinging in his face, and retrieved a condom.

"Eager, are we?" he asked, laughing as he teased my nipple.

I leaned back and rolled the condom down his impressive length. I'd wanted to show Eddie Jr. some extra attention, but that would have to come later- I was desperate at this point. I positioned my hips on either side of Edward's, then slammed myself down onto him.

"Izzy!" he yelled, his eyes rolling back in his head. I let out another embarrassingly loud moan and began moving on him, swiveling my hips so he'd go deeper, and the feeling of Edward inside me was exquisite. Like, heaven and chocolate and Hugh Jackman rolled into one.

"Edward… you feel so… good…"

"Izzy, baby, you have to slow down. I'm not going to make it," he begged, gripping my hips.

"Can't… stop…"

He groaned, and I reminded myself to record that for my CD, because I was right, it did just make me wetter. I moved faster, Edward hitting all the right spots inside me, and squeezed my eyes shut against the intense pleasure. This was shaping up to be the biggest orgasm of my life.

His hold on my hips tightened, and he began helping me up and down. "Fuck me," he growled, and though it was more of a curse than an order, I obeyed and slammed down on him even harder. "Shit!" he yelped. "Are you trying to make me blow my load this fast?"

I opened my eyes to look down at him, and the sight that greeted me was too magnificent for words. He was beautiful. His hair was all mussed from my hands, his lips were swollen from my kisses, his teeth were gritted from the pounding I was giving him… but best of all, his eyes were glowing with emotion. He wanted this just as much as I did, and it was clearly more than sex to both of us.

That look ended me, and I felt myself begin to clench around his cock. "Edward!" I screamed, my head falling back and my hips swirling furiously, trying to extend the ecstasy.

"Jesus Christ," he moaned as his warmth began shooting out of him. I wished I could feel it in me, without the barrier, but I was already being irresponsible enough by continuing this relationship with Edward- I did not need further complications.

I collapsed onto his chest, breathing heavily, and Edward wrapped his arms around me and ran his fingers through my hair. After a moment, he shifted me off him to dispose of the condom, but came right back and placed me back in the same position.

"That was… intense," Edward said quietly.

"Mmm," I responded, too replete to form a response.

"I wanted to hold out, but your face when you came… it was amazing," he murmured, brushing my hair aside so he could nuzzle my neck.

I propped my chin on his chest so I could look at him. "That was what did it for me, too," I said softly. "When I looked down at you… your eyes…" I didn't know how to finish without sounding terribly cheesy, or making it sound like I was asking for a declaration I wasn't ready to hear. It was enough that I'd seen it.

Edward smiled at me. "I know." I guessed my eyes were saying the same thing to him, and though I knew this was going to cause problems, I couldn't find it in myself to care.

I laid my head back down on his chest and sighed, happier than I'd been in a long time. Maybe even happier than when I'd won my first Grammy.

He continued to brush my hair with his hands, and I felt his breathing begin to slow. I thought he must have fallen asleep, so I shifted to roll off him, but his hands clamped down on my hips.

"Where are you going?"

I looked at him. "I thought you were asleep."

He grinned. "How could I possibly be asleep? I have the sexiest woman in the world laying on top of me. I'm waiting for you to get ready for round two."

I wriggled a little, and felt Eddie Jr.'s reappearance against my inner thigh. "The real question is, are you ready for round two?" I asked, sitting up and smirking at him.

Edward growled and flipped me over quickly, so I was underneath him. "You haven't seen anything yet," he promised, and leaned down to kiss me.

AN: So, what do you think? Was it everything you hoped for? ;)