This week passed much the same as the last, but with mire intimacies. I was far less shy about being seen with Edward, but we were both so busy, there weren't many opportunities to be seen.
Edward and I decided on Friday, instead of going out on a fate, just us, we'd go and party with Emmett. I had told Edward I was going to rush and he wanted me to go out and make connections.
When the time came Friday night, I was somewhat nervous. I wasn't ashamed of who I was and I wanted to be seen with Edward, but I knew that being out wouldn't get me get a bid. Edward could sense my tension and quickly figured out what was worrying me. We decided that, while we wouldn't hide our affections, we would keep them subtle with just light touches and chaste kisses.
When we got to the party, it wasn't quite crowded yet, and we took that opportunity to snag a beer pong table playing against Emmett and Rosalie. We both figured we had the win in the bag.
Emmett looks like he'll be able to hold himself, but Rosalie not so much. On top of that, they would just start hooking up and would pay more attention to each other instead of the game.
We were wrong. They both held their own and were fiercely competitive. I was feeling the effects of the alcohol, and from what I could tell, Edward was too. His cheeks were rosy and we were both growing more brazen with our touches.
Near the end of the game, Rosalie and Emmett couldn't keep their hands off of each other, and frankly, neither could we. But the time Emmett's tongue was in Rosalie's mouth, I heard Edward yell, "get a room!"
"We have a room: this one!"
Edward looked at me lustfully and murmured, "I guess we do, too," before his lips were on mine and his tongue was in my mouth.
From that moment on, for the rest of the night, all I cared about was Edward.
He pulled away from the kiss, much to my dismay, but leaned in, nibbled on my earlobe, and asked if I wanted to dance with him. By now the party had filled up and the crowd of people dancing was pretty big, so I agreed.
The first song playing was some rock song, so we just started dancing while growing close to each other.
By the end of the song, our hands were on each other. The next song was a rap song, and immediately, Edward pulled me in close and started grinding. I ground back.
I was completely lost in Edward Cullen. The fringing was giving me a hard on, and I could tell it was giving Edward one too. Three, maybe four, maybe eight songs later, I wanted more. We were kissing and grinding and touching and I couldn't take it anymore.
"We should get out of here." I hoped he found that sexy, I had never done this before.
"I was thinking the same thing." We grabbed each other's hands and stumbled our way back to our room.
I had always seen those elevator sex scenes and thought it would never be me. To be fair, it still wasn't, but I was a hell of a lot closer. Edward and I had stopped grinding, I didn't want to cum in my jeans, but when we got in the room I pushed him against the door and palmed him. He was just as hard as I was.
"I'm ready for more, Edward."
"Are you sure?" I confirm with a kiss and pill his shirt off. Edward still hesitates with his hands at the hem of my shirt.
"That meant yes, Edward."
Now we're both shirtless and the combination of our dicks rubbing and our chests pressed against each other doesn't satiate my urges and really just makes me want more.
I start backing Edward up towards my bed while I remove both his pants and mine. Once we were on the bed, I knew I wanted to reciprocate the hand job, and the confidence I found deep down wanted to go further.
I take Edward's boxers ff and I see a look of confusion as I kiss down his chest. I get lower and lower, and by the time I get to his happy trail, realization crosses his face. I give him a wicked glimpse and take him in my mouth.
I'm not positive what I'm doing, but I think about what I'd want to have done to me and Edward starts moaning. I bob in and out, rubbing his balls in my hands and he grabs onyo my hair, then starts to pull me away.
Shit. I look at him pleadingly but really don't know what to say.
"Oh no, baby, you were perfect. I just want us to cum together."
As Edward flips us over so he's on top I start to panic.
"I don't think I'm ready for…that."
"I know. Something else maybe."
Edward presses his body almost completely over me and starts thrusting. Our penises start rubbing against each other, flesh on flesh, with the most delectable sensation.
I start thrusting back, our dicks caught between us against each other and we both start moaning.
"Baby, I'm about to cum," but I really ty to hold it off.
"I'm gonna try something, Jay. Bear with me."
His hand slips under me and I feel a slight pinch followed by pleasure as he sticks his finger in my ass and I quickly reach my climax.
As I'm making a mess over both of us, Edward stills his actions and cums as well.
We lay next to each other exhausted after cleaning up with the tissues on my bedside table.
'Thank you, for everything. For being gentle and pushing me just far enough."
"No problem, Jay. I'm here for you always."
I excuse myself with a kiss and slip in some sweatpants to head to the bathroom to pee. When I see it on our dry erase board, after the required drawing of a penis for all dry erase boards, in huge letters:
"FAGS."
Oh shit. What did we get ourselves into at the party?
