EPOV
I thanked my lucky stars that I asked Riley to call me when she was on her way up. If I had not been watching her approach from the elevator, I would have gawked at her like a school boy once I opened the door to reveal her "knock-em-dead" appearance. She looked smoking fucking hot, and I hoped that meant she was finally done hiding from the intense attraction between us. I was tired of walking around with an iron rod in my pants 24/7 and once I finally got inside her, I was sure that the fascination would be over with. It was the challenge, I convinced myself. Edward Cullen never got googly-eyed over any female, not even one that looked like Isabella Swan.
I watched in amusement as she stopped to breathe and get a hold of herself before knocking. Too fucking cute. She was surprised as I yanked the door open, and seemed even more surprised that I could do so while holding two beers and a bowl of popcorn in the other hand. Her expression was priceless, and I had to grin at how adorable she was when the confusion at my appearance set in. But when her eyes focused in on my shiner, I cringed inwardly, hoping that she didn't ask about it.
Yeah, because if she asks you are going to have to explain where it came from, you douche!
I watched in triumph as that annoying little pixie stalked away. This was short-lived however as I turned around… right into Jaspers fist. I stumbled backwards, grabbing my eye and yelling, "What the fuck, Jazz!"
"Yeah, what the fuck Edward? Why do you have to be so fucking disrespectful to women, especially gorgeous, intelligent women?"
What the fuck? I stared at Jasper with my one good eye like he had lost his bloody fucking mind. As far as I was concerned, that little minx took my best friend and partners cock and balls out the door with her. "Are you fucking kidding me Jazz? My smartass attitude never seemed to bother you before. See something you like march out the door there buddy?" I taunted. This was an unexpected turn of events. Jasper had steered clear of the opposite sex ever since his most recent debacle with Maria, his old and my present assistant. She treated him like horse shit and he was still too much of a gentleman … cough…pussy… cough… to fire the bitch after things went south. So instead, I get stuck with the snobby little bitch. Not that I could complain, she was a great employee. Just a shitty girlfriend; apparently.
He looked at me somewhat shocked, then his face eased into the carefree and fun-loving Jasper I was used to. "She was a fiery little thing, wasn't she Edward? I definitely wouldn't mind getting on a more personal level, but you shot that to shit you fucktard!" his anger was coming and going in waves; he always was one emotional mother-fucker.
"Whoa Jazz!" I reasoned, "how was I supposed to know you were into the little bitch? She was all fire and brimstone since the second she walked in. I was too busy making sure my balls stayed attached to my body!"
"Well if that is the way you treat fair Isabella, no wonder you are standing there with a hard-on buddy. She's never gonna give it up with that attitude!" he snarled.
"Oh really, Casanova? What do you suggest then?" I shot back at him.
Thus the "Pajama Party" idea was born. He reasoned that if I changed up my game, and acted like I was interested in the person more than the pussy, the chances of me getting some of it were more likely. I was pretty sure that she would call back after I left my voicemail; call it the eternal dazzler in me reassuring me. When she did I was super sweet, giving her options for what we could do, knowing that the movie at my place would somehow be her choice. I gave a little fist pump when she picked it; I knew how things tended to get when it was just the two of us. We would be in my comfort zone, my "turf" if you will. The fact that I kept bitches away from the place didn't register as I made popcorn, chilled the beer, and put on pajamas. Yep I wore fucking pajamas. Easy access baby! I realized I had yet to even invite her inside, proving that I was not as cool and collected as I wanted to appear.
"What happened to your…?" she started to ask with a furrowed brow, so I quickly cut her off and diverted her attention from my eye.
"You look fantastic Bella, I love the Jimmy Choos." I coo, stroking the fires of her ego a bit. Women loved compliments, especially about their shoes for some strange reason. She was most likely creaming her lacies with the knowledge that I knew the designer she wore on her feet. "Please, come in." I offer, and motion toward the living room, closing the door to ensure our privacy. Not that it mattered. The whole floor was mine; besides Riley the only one who could get up here was me with my keycard. But it added a cozier feel; and I wanted her to feel as at home as possible for some strange reason.
"As do you Edward, thanks for the invite." she replies softly as she walked past me into the living area. The scent of her drove me to my knees. Why did she smell so fucking good? I was like a chocoholic walking into a Godiva Chocolate Factory. I inhaled her sweet aroma, closing my eyes to let the scent completely overtake my senses for a moment. I took in her sex kitten appearance again, chuckling at her not-so-subtle attempt at physical seduction. This look had definitely taken time to put together.
She could be wearing a paper fucking bag and you'd be hard as a rock!
I thought of the "comfort clothes" I had laid out for her in my room; trying to think of an eloquent way of getting her out of the "fuck me now" outfit she was wearing to change; not wanting her to think I was doing so just for an easier access to ravish her.
But isn't that what we are going for here?
Shut the fuck up!
"I was hoping for a relaxing evening in. Perhaps I could loan you something so you could be more comfortable? I have some flannel pants and a Sex Pistols T-shirt you could borrow if you like." I offer, realizing now that subconsciously I must have been thinking of sex when I picked out the T-shirt. I have over fifty concert shirts, but I pick The Sex Pistols.
It's my favorite, fuckhead!
Yeah. yeah. And the fact that the cotton is so soft from overwearing that you should be able to see glimpses of her nipples through the material wasn't a deciding factor.
Fuck you.
This talking to myself thing was really starting to get out of hand. I was convinced once I had her I would start to revert back to my old, comfortable man-whore attitude, which was not caring what kind of fucking shoes the girl I was screwing wore and thinking that she would look fucking hot walking around in nothing but my Sex Pistols T-shirt. For that matter I can't believe I was letting some random wear my favorite T-shirt. What the fuck is my problem? I shook that thought off as she chuckled softly, a soothing sound that warmed my ears.
"But didn't you just compliment my shoes?" she asks with a sphinx-like smile. Seductive little minx!
"Oh you can leave on the shoes," I assure her. Wait, what?
She mumbles something that sounds like "Something tell me tonight, nothing is being left on." Either that or it was my wishful thinking causing me to hallucinate. Her whole body started glowing with a light blush, so I was pretty sure I could cross off the hallucination idea.
Hallelujah!
"My room is the first door on the left," I mention. "Please feel free to change in there if you want, I just have to check my email briefly, and I'm all yours." I watch her walk to my room, put down the popcorn and beers, and head to the theater room to set up.
The ambiance was set; dim lighting, fireplace lit, popcorn waiting and beer chilling in the mini-bar fridge (can't have the girl drinking lukewarm beer, can we?). I checked the mantle clock for the third time and realized she had been gone for fifteen minutes already. Girls tended to take a while to "primp" but she was putting on fucking sweats for Christ-sake! She finally emerged a few moments later, looking a little flustered, yet adorable in my clothes, which practically drowned her. Her cheeks were a soft pink, as if she was thinking of something rather naughty and she was watching her feet intently as she approached me.
Shy, are we? That is a bit out of character… thinking dirty thoughts? PLEASE be thinking dirty thoughts.
"So what would you like to watch? Action? Adventure? Horror? Porn?" I blurt out before I can catch myself.
Fuck Edward, we're going for sweet and caring tonight and you bring up fucking porn! Surprisingly she took it in stride.
"Oh, you have homemade porn I should know about?" she lifts an eyebrow and tucks her bottom lip under her front teeth. Wait, did she find my DVD's?
"I might. Does that bother you that I'm quite possibly the voyeuristictype, Bella?" I tease as I reach towards my DVD collection and grab the first thing that my fingers touch, which just happens to be some teen romance that I had picked up a few months prior, Twilight. Fuck. My. Life.
"Wait, you own this?" she jokes, a smile plays on her lips. She'd seen this movie before and liked it, I could tell from the way her face lit up when she spotted the cover.
"It looked like something the ladies would like to watch." Smooth jackass, bring up the ladies. "Someone told me the guy in the movie looked like me...I wanted to diffuse that notion.. never watched it though...still in plastic…see?" I blurted out, trying to distract her from the stupidity that had flowed from my lips moments before. "I'd watch paint dry for you, though." I added, hoping to sweeten her up for the upcoming grope-fest I was planning.
"Where'd you pick up that line? 1950's era?" She teased; she was playing with me. The tension in this room had never been so light, yet so sexual.
"How old do you think I am?" I gasp jokingly, keeping in the mood. She was fun; I had never "hung" out with a girl and actually had non-sexual "fun" before; well except with my mom, which I wasn't counting.
"I'm teasing. You don't look a day over 17," she assures me, which I was a little unsure was a compliment. I knew I looked young, but seventeen?
"If I'm seventeen you better be careful, Bella. You could be accused of taken advantage of me." I wink at her as I say this, hoping this lighthearted mood would continue throughout the evening. It was really easy to be at ease with her. That thought raised a red flag, but I shrug it off, grab Bella's waist, and flop us down onto the sofa to watch the debacle of a movie that I unknowingly grabbed.
If anyone would have seen me tonight they would have asked me for my mancard. She makes me feel like the seventeen year old she accused me of looking like, leaning against me during the movie, tracing little patterns on my leg with her fingers as she kept her eyes focused on the screen, her head against my shoulder. It was comfortable. Too comfortable. The tool on the screen stepped into the sun at that moment, distracting me.
"Bah! I can't believe she told me that I look like this douchebag!" He sparkles for gods sake!" I bark.
To this, Bella lifted her head from my shoulder to look at me with a pouted lip and furrowed brow. I felt the absence of her touch immediately.
Did I just bring her up?
Yeah, you did asshole. Now she's going to ask and you're going to dodge her for the second time tonight. Here we go.
"She? Who told you that?" she demands timidly, looking up through her lashes. Her eyes hold a look of anger, sadness and jealously mixed together.
I just shrug and attempt to divert her attention again. I'm not a fool, I know her attention never leaves her original interest; but I try, and she seems to drop it.
"My hair isn't that wild, right?" I ask, knowing that it was really unruly most of the time, but the shit wouldn't stay still unless I gelled it; and that crap was sticky, hard and made me feel like I smeared jizz in my hair… yeah not happening in my world.
She looks at me thoughtfully before a Cheshire-cat grin appears across her face. "Let's make it that way?" she suggests.
I jerk as if I was slapped, I was in shock. Her smile began to falter at my expression until I quickly recovered my senses and grinned back at her. "I thought you'd never ask."
The reaction I expected was not the one I received. Her smile didn't return, instead her eyes squinted angrily as she sneered, "I knew that's why you asked me over tonight. Meaningless sex!"
"Right back out you, sweetheart!" I counter, "You strutted up here in that "fuck-me-please" outfit and you're going to tell me you weren't expecting to get laid tonight? How long are you going to play this cat and mouse game with me?" So much for keeping it on a friendly level, Edward.
Well she's being a fucking tease!
We stared at each other for a moment silently, glaring at each other as unseen sparks flew between us, and before I knew what I was doing, I grabbed her, pulled her close, and started kissing her angrily, expecting to get slapped and pushed away. Again Bella surprised me by grabbing onto my pajama shirt and holding it in a death grip, her lips ravishing my mouth as fiercely as mine were hers.
I couldn't understand the nearly violent way I needed her, but every single time our bodies connected, it was like I had not control over my actions. It was automatic: take, possess, claim… MINE. I leaned forward, urging her backwards onto the couch and my body brushed against hers as we moved, my body hovering but never actually pressing her down against the cushions. I gauged her reactions carefully. No matter how much I wanted to be inside her, I had to know it was she wanted as well. She lay beneath me, my shirt still clutches between her fingers, her body arching towards me as if magnetized.
She broke our kiss for a moment, muttering, "This thing needs to go," as she pulled at the sides of my shirt, causing the buttons to give and explode around us. Déjà vu. I wondered briefly if it was intentional, but brushed the thought off. Honestly I couldn't give a rat's ass about that fucking pajama shirt right now; she could rip it to bloody shreds and toss it in the fireplace for all I cared. She gave a smile grin of satisfaction as she pulled it off my shoulders and threw it towards the fireplace. Ok really don't torch the fucking thing… I was exaggerating a bit. I really do like these fucking pajamas. I glanced over at it, giving a small sigh of relief that they fell a good two feet shy of the fire, then returned to my primary goal: seduce and fuck the ever living hell out of one Isabella Swan. She tangled her fingers into my hair as I reached for the hem of my T-shirt, hoping to pull it off of her. My reasons for this were varied: firstly, her body was goddess in design, and I wanted to see it, second, I needed to touch her, and the fabric was in my way. And third, I didn't want her ripping up my favorite fucking t-shirt during her woman's "revenge" on my wardrobe.
Realizing my intentions, she relaxed her fingers just long enough for me to get the shirt off before gripping my hair so fiercely it brought tears to my eyes and pulling my head backwards so my neck was arched towards her. Fuck, she was a rough one. "No marks," I growled as she nipped at the skin near my adam's apple. She merely chuckled, the little bitch. She best NOT mark me; she would not like the consequences.
I dropped the shirt and reached for her, molding my hands over her breasts and squeezing them, causing the grip on my hair to go slack. Her hands shifted down to my shoulders as I lowered my mouth down to suck her breast into my mouth and bit down on her rosy nipple roughly. Then I blew on it, making it pucker and harden, and earning a low moan and a gasp. My mouth and hands kept drifting lower, getting closer and closer to the promised land I had dreamt about, touched, but had yet to claim completely. I caressed, I licked, I nipped. The reactions for each were similar, moans, pants and some whispered yes's and more's.
The urgency of both of us was overpowering, and soon what remained of our clothes were scattered around us. Noticing goosebumps forming on her skin, I picked her up and moved over to the rug by the fireplace, laying her down on pillows that had previously been premeditatedly earlier this evening, in hopes of some mutual release and pleasure, along with a few condoms as well. Hey, my hopes were high for tonight.
She sat up and grabbed my hand, pulled me down to her, impatient and still unsatisfied…and verging on hyperventilating with her arousal. I leaned down and pulled her bottom lip between my teeth, gently sucking on it as her hand reached down to stroke and squeeze my hard and throbbing cock, letting me know silently that she was tired of waiting. I kissed her deeply, slid on a condom, and moved between her legs, her leading me to where we both wanted me to be. I paused to look into eyes before I thrust home, the echo of both our moans of satisfaction as I thrust deeply within her.
Fuck she was tight. I heard her breath hitch, and realized it was due to my size as her jaw clenched and her eyes were closed tight. Her jaw released after a moment, and she looked into my eyes murmuring "oh my god".
That was my undoing. I began a relentless pounding rhythm into her, as she moved her body beneath me to meet each of my sharp thrust. But I didn't want her moving, and I had an insane need to consume her, the minx she was. She had made me this crazy for her for denying me and making snide comments every time I saw her. This was going to be done my way. I arranged my arms behind her neck and back so she was forced to remain arched. Every tiny movement would make her clit that much more sensitive and make her that much closer to an orgasm. I never care so intently about the woman I'm with getting off, but I wanted to make Bella shake with pleasure. I didn't want her able to form a coherent sentence when I was through with her.
Every thrust earned an exhale from her, and I wouldn't be surprised if I was hitting her organs with how deep I was. Still, it wasn't deep enough. I grabbed her thighs roughly and pulled her legs around my waist, sliding in even deeper than I was before. My skin was on fire due to the friction of our bodies and the fireplace raging next to us. Her body developed a sheen of sweat and I felt her legs trembling. Yes. I began to build my own climax.
Her breathing was erratic and her moans becoming closer and closer together. So I slowed down.
"Wha,What are you doing?" she demanded, trying to lift her pelvis. Thankfully, I had that captured. She couldn't move an inch. A sly smile formed on my lips.
"This" I said with a thrust, letting her body fall from my lock, lowering my hand to pinch her clit, and falling into ecstasy with her.
The fire was dying down as we lay naked next to each other, letting our hearts calm. She let out a low chuckle,"so are you going to spill about where that black eye came from, Rocky?"
"Not a chance," I turned my head to smile at her, completely and utterly sated. Also, glad to know that I hadn't put her on a pedestal that she didn't belong on. I'd never come so hard in my life.
She sighed. "Well I really should be going, then." She rose, dressed herself and left the room within minutes, leaving me bare naked by a fire with my jaw hanging open.
