Warning: Almost pure threesome smut B/C/H
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or Harry Potter, they belong to Stephanie Meyer and JK Rowling.
Bella
I bit the inside of my lip, as I entered Carlisle and Harry's room. Harry had convinced me to sleep in with them, and he had promised if I didn't want anything to happen, I just had to say.
Of course, I wanted sex, I wanted it all, and I loved the two men, but I wasn't sure how it would happen.
Carlisle was sat up, leaning against the headboard of the bed, only wearing a pair of boxer shorts. His eyes were closed, and he was mouthing the words to a song, his lips twitching as I entered the room.
"Harry is singing in the shower. He'll be out in a minute," Carlisle explained, opening his eyes.
He gestured for me to come over and sit on the bed with him. I snuggled into his side, and Carlisle wrapped an arm around me. I turned my head and looked up at his face. His eyes were on mine, more love in them that Edward ever showed.
It was a split-second decision. I reached up, and pressed my lips to his, but the kiss was chaste. Carlisle had other ideas.
He pressed his lips back to mine, pulling my bottom lip into his mouth. He nibbled softly, before releasing, sliding his tongue into my mouth. I held back a groan as his hands slid into my hair, tugging lightly.
I felt my panties get damp, and if Harry hadn't walked in at that moment, I wasn't sure what would have happened.
Harry was wearing an old, oversized shirt, and a pair of shorts.
Carlisle pulled away from me, as Harry came over to the bed, and they shared a similar kiss, turning me on, further.
He turned back to me, pulling me into his lap.
"If you want me to stop, just say the word," Carlisle murmured, before attacking my neck with kisses.
He pulled me against him, and he pulled my old tank top off. He kissed a path down my neck, and down to my covered breasts. I felt Harry press up against me, and I turned my head. He kissed me, his tongue instantly entering my mouth.
I let out a moan as Carlisle ripped my bra off, and took my nipple into his mouth. He paused for a moment, before his movements became more frantic.
"Carlisle," Harry warned, pulling away from me. It was then I caught a glimpse of Harry's back. The scars upon it weren't pretty, and scars like my bite from James absolutely covered it.
I didn't question it, but it did tell me why Carlisle was hiding Harry's back yesterday, and why Rose had been shooting glares at Carlisle when she thought I wasn't looking.
Harry was behind me again, and Carlisle seemed calmer, his touches gentle. I could feel Harry's clothed arousal against my back, but his hands barely ghosted up my arms.
His hands reached my trousers, and he hooked his fingers in, ready to pull the down. I had a feeling my panties would come off too.
He looked up at me, and I nodded my consent, and he ripped away the fabrics from my body.
I wasn't sure what exactly happened next, but I was on my back, and Carlisle had his head between my legs. His thumb was on my nub, his tongue plunging into me.
The amount of sounds that left my mouth embarrassed me beyond return, and I could tell both Harry and Carlisle were enjoying it.
Harry had abandoned his shorts, and openly stroking his hard length, letting out little moans.
Carlisle abruptly pulled away from me as I was getting close, and I let out a little whimper. Carlisle grinned, his face shining with my moisture. Harry sat up, and kissed Carlisle, and Carlisle's hand wrapped around Harry's hard cock, giving him a few, short strokes. When they broke away, I was more turned on than before.
Carlisle got me to lay on my side, and although I was confused, I did it, with Carlisle's guidance. He also laid on his side, facing me. He hooked my leg over his, and I could feel his tip at my entrance.
One thrust was all it would take.
Harry was laid down behind me, flush against my back.
"Bella, are you sure?" Harry asked softly, and I nodded.
It was then that Carlisle moved, slowly thrusting into me. The pain was brief, but instant, and he stilled once he was fully inside. I could feel Harry's hands running up my arms soothingly, and after a few short moments, I nodded again, telling Carlisle he could move.
The pace was slow and gentle at first, as I was still getting used to the feeling of him. Eventually, the discomfort fading, and I was begging for more.
Carlisle willingly increased the speed, holding my hips so tight that they would bruise.
I reached behind me for Harry, but he pushed my hand away, "Trust me, I'd rather wait for Carlisle, his rewards for waiting are the best."
I turned my head to look at him questionably, but he didn't elaborate, instead pressing his thumb to my clit.
"Fuck, Isabella!" Carlisle moaned, slamming into me, "Cum with me!"
His words seemed like magic, because I feel over the edge, screaming their names, and I felt Carlisle's seed spilling into me, a sexy growl leaving his mouth.
The men pulled away from me, but in my sleepy haze, I didn't really take notice of what was happening across the room as the darkness covered me.
I stretched, opening my eyes to the bedroom, expecting to see Carlisle or Harry. My expectations weren't met, but I wasn't disappointed for long. Carlisle entered with a tray full of food, a phone attached to his ear. From what I could tell, something bad had happened.
"Alright, Alice... Yeah, I'll explain to her in a moment... Okay, see you soon."
He placed the tray on my lap, pressing a kiss to my forehead.
"An issue has come up and... we need to leave Forks. We need to stage your death, and the sooner we do, the better," He said, softly, and I looked up at his face, "I'm so sorry Bella, but we have to do it this way, or you'll be next to die."
My eyes welled with tears, and my breath caught in my throat, "What? Why? I thought..."
"I know, love, I know it hurts, but we need you out of the open, and protected at all times," Carlisle soothed, moving the tray, and pulling me into his arms.
Nothing ever can go right for long, can it?
