Chapter 8- Dirty Ice Cream

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

EPOV

"You know you want it as bad as I do," I growled in her ear, grinding my erection into her sweet, unfortunately clothed, center.

"Edward," Izzy whimpered, wrapping her legs around my waist tighter.

"Say it. Out loud."

"Ungh," she moaned, swiveling her hips, looking for friction.

I gripped her hips harder to make her stop. "No. Not until you say it."

"I want you!" she screamed, finally giving me what I wanted.

"That's what I thought," I said smugly, then nudged her drenched panties aside and slipped inside her.

"Shit!" she squealed, her head falling back and hitting the lockers I had her up against.

"Be careful, baby," I said, moving one hand from her hips up to hold her head and cushion it against the pounding I was giving her below the waist. I thrust into her over and over, barely aware of the fact that I was fucking a woman in the locker room, one of my top ten fantasies. Izzy's pussy did that to me- made me lose all sense of time, space, and pretty much anything else.

"Edward," she grunted, trying to push her feet into the back of legs to get some leverage. "Harder."

"I don't want to hurt you."

She opened her eyes, which had been squeezed shut in pleasure this entire time, to glare at me. "I know what I want. You won't hurt me. Harder."

I grinned and leaned in to capture her mouth. "Yes ma'am," I murmured against her lips, then slammed into her as hard as I could. She screamed my name, and I heard the metal behind her groan in protest, and I congratulated myself on my awesomeness.

"Edward… I'm close," she warned in my ear.

"Me too, baby," I said, and tried not to lose my footing as I kept up the furious pace she'd demanded. I was rewarded when I felt her pussy walls clench around my dick, and she moaned, loud and low, getting higher until she was eventually screaming. I would worry about people finding us because she was being so loud, but I was so lost in Izzy, I couldn't care less.

"Oh, Izzy, baby!" I shouted as my climax hit me suddenly. I felt myself spurt into the condom, and wished more than anything I was only feeling her. I thrust a few more times, slowing down, then stumbled backwards with Izzy still wrapped around me until I felt my legs hit a bench. I sat down heavily, my legs nearly giving out, with Izzy in my lap, and panted into her neck.

She rubbed her little hands into my sweaty hair. "Did I wear the big bad quarterback out?" she asked, giggling.

I leaned back a little to look at her. "Are you serious? You would wear Dirk Diggler out. You're so demanding."

She quirked her eyebrow. "Are you complaining?"
"Hell, no."

She smiled and leaned her head on my shoulder, and I closed my eyes in contentment. This, this right here, was my personal slice of heaven on earth. Being inside her, just being with her, was quickly becoming the only place I wanted to be. Izzy was beautiful inside and out, and I knew I was falling in love with her. I'd never felt love before, but that had to be what the jumpy, nervous, ecstatic feeling was called that I felt anytime I was near her. I'd had to stop myself from saying it a couple of times, because I wanted to make sure that's what it was and also because I was pretty sure she wasn't ready to hear it.

In the past week, we'd been fucking like bunny rabbits every chance we got. I knew Izzy was skipping stuff, because Rosalie had told Emmett (one of the few times she answered his calls) to tell me to lay off, but there was no way I was telling Izzy to go away. I enjoyed her presence entirely too much. As well as the fucking. My hand appreciated the break.

Suddenly Izzy sat up on my lap. I was still inside her, and it wasn't pleasant. But before I could say something, she whispered roughly, "Did you hear that?"

I froze. "Hear what?"

She jumped off my lap and began straightening her clothes. "Someone is coming!"

My eyes nearly bugged out of my head as I heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall that led to the locker rooms. "Shit!" I yelled, and quickly pulled the condom off me, threw it in the trashcan in the corner, and yanked my pants up.

Izzy started giggling. I looked at her, and she was nearly falling over, she was laughing so hard. "What?" I asked, my eyes darting around the room to try and discover anything out of place.

"Your hair! It looks crazy!" she spluttered, laughing even harder.

"My hair always looks crazy," I huffed, and whipped my tshirt on.

"Crazier than normal."

I rolled my eyes and grabbed her arm to drag her into the showers, where we could hide until whoever it was (please, please don't be a coach!) left. "Maybe if you didn't grab it like a madwoman, it wouldn't look so crazy," I muttered.

Izzy stumbled over a mat in the floor. "Don't even act like you don't like it," she managed to get out through her laughter. I grimaced- she was right. I loved it when she tugged on it during our fucking, that's how I knew she was really feeling something.

I shoved her into a shower, thanking God they'd just been cleaned, and whipped the curtain around us. Izzy wrinkled her nose but didn't say anything, because the footsteps had entered the locker room.

"Edward?"

My eyebrows shot up and Izzy looked at me questioningly.

"Edward! Dude, I know you're in here, I saw your freaking precious Volvo in the parking lot!"

I stepped out of the shower stall and grabbed Izzy's hand to pull her behind me. "Emmett? What are you doing here?"

He turned around and grinned widely as he took in our disheveled appearance. I wanted to punch him as his eyes traveled over Izzy's flushed face- only I should get to see her post-orgasmic glow.

"I was looking for you, idiot. What are you guys doing in here? Wait, never mind, I already know."

I glared at him. "Jerkoff. You scared the shit out of us."

"Sorry," he said, not looking the least bit apologetic. "You should be glad it was me and not someone else, though. Like Coach Carroll."

"What do you want, Em?" I asked, cutting the crap. I could tell by his tone of voice he was planning on trying to get something out of this; Emmett was nothing if not opportunistic.

He smiled. "What makes you think I want something?"

I rolled my eyes. "Please. I can read you easier than a Dr. Seuss book. What'll it be?"

He dropped the grin and looked pleadingly at Izzy. "You have to help me, Izz. I'm on the ropes and she's showing no signs of cracking."

"Are you talking about Rosalie?" Izzy asked, confused.

He nodded. "She returns my calls now, at least, but only to yell at me. It's fucking hot, but she won't agree to see me, even for a damn coffee! She says she has too much stuff to worry about, blah blah blah. I know she feels it too, I know it. You have to get her to go out with me!"

I laughed. I'd never seen Em so worked up over a woman. Of course, they normally fell all over themselves to date him, so this was a totally new situation for him.

Emmett turned to glare at me. "What's so funny, loverboy? I remember how sad you were when you thought Izzy didn't like you!"

I felt my face flush. Fucking Benedict Arnold.

Izzy tugged on my hand until I faced her. "You thought I didn't like you?" she asked softly. I nodded curtly, embarrassed, and she smiled. "Oh, Edward, I always liked you. I just had to work through my own head," she explained. She leaned up to kiss me sweetly, and Emmett groaned.

"Are you trying to torture me with jealousy? Because it's working. I need Rosalie, Izzy! I know she's special, I've known it since I first laid eyes on her glorious chest," Emmett pled.

"Have you told her that, Emmett?" Izzy asked, returning her attention to him.

"No! What kind of guy do you take me for? I've asked her out, repeatedly, and told her how nice and sweet I think she is."

Izzy snorted. "Nice and sweet? Em, I've known Rose for many years, and she is anything but nice and sweet. She knows you're bullshitting her. Tell her exactly what you told me, and she'll be putty in your huge hands."

He looked skeptical. "Even the part about her boobs?"

She smiled. "Especially the part about her boobs. Rosalie lives for compliments, believe me." I could totally see that. Maybe I should have thrown a few her way, softened her up more so she'd quit bugging Izzy about me.

Emmett looked hopeful. "Thanks, Izzy!" he said, and crossed the room to grab her up into a hug.

"Watch it," I warned, keeping hold of Izzy's hand.

Emmett let her go and grinned at me. "Haven't you been listening, bro? I can't see anybody but Rosie now." I was taken aback by his extremely out-of-character comment, but before I could react, he'd left the locker room.

"Let's go, Edward," Izzy said, pulling me out of my shock. She tugged me behind her as we checked the room one last time for any remnants of our quick session, then left the locker room and headed for the parking lot.

"You know, you just fulfilled one of my biggest fantasies," I told her as we reached the Volvo.

"Why do you think I asked you to show me the locker room?" Izzy asked, mischief in her eyes.

"Are you serious?"

She smiled. "Duh. Like I care about seeing a smelly room where boys change out of their gross uniforms."

I was dumbfounded. "You're the perfect woman."

"You're just now figuring this out?" She grabbed the keys from my hand and opened the passenger door to get in. She put the keys in the ignition and started the car, then gave me a look. "Hop to it, Eddie! I'm starving," she said, and shut the door in my face.

I'd just been staring at her, trying to figure out what good deed I did to deserve the angelic temptress sitting in my front seat.

~*~*~*~*~

The next Thursday morning, I rolled over to find just about the sexiest thing I'd ever seen in my 21 years: Izzy, sleeping on her side, the sheet dipping low enough to play peek-a-boo with her glorious breasts, the sun coming through the window behind her making her silky skin luminescent. I instantly grew hard as a rock, which was saying something considering how much action Eddie Jr. had received last night.

I wanted to wake her up something fierce, but she looked so sweet and peaceful, and I knew she wasn't getting enough sleep lately. So I took one last long look and rolled out of her bed carefully. I grinned- she didn't even budge. I picked my boxers and pants up off the floor and pulled them on, determined to make my girl some breakfast.

It took me awhile to figure out where everything was in Izzy's state of the art kitchen- she seriously must have some sort of secret revenue stash, because this whole place was tricked out- but in no time I had eggs scrambled and bacon cooked. I found a tray in the pantry and laid out two plates, with one big glass of OJ for us to share.

I carried the tray out of the kitchen, and as I was walking through the living room, I heard singing coming from the bathroom in Izzy's room. I smiled, knowing I must have woken her after all, but I was hopeful I could catch her in there before she got out. Food could always be reheated.

I set the tray down on her bed and made my way to the doorway of the bathroom. Fuck, Izzy could sing! She sounded great- it was a song I'd never heard before, but damn if she wasn't singing the crap out of it.

Don't be dirty ice cream, baby
We could fall in love but it's too early to be calling me like that
Stop calling, stop calling
It's not indecision, just my female intuition
Telling me you can't be calling me like that
Stop calling, stop calling

Hmm… was she trying to tell me something?

I shook my head at my paranoia. She's just singing a song, Edward. Just because you were thinking of dropping the "L" word doesn't mean she's thinking about it, too. You're reading too much into it.

I quickly shucked my pants and boxers and slid the curtain open.

"Edward!" Izzy screamed, breaking off mid-note and turning around, clutching her chest. "You scared the shit out of me!"

I grinned. "Sorry, baby. I just wanted to surprise you," I added, sticking my bottom lip out in a pout.

She glared at me. "Don't stick your lip out like that and think all is forgiven. I'm going to think of 'Psycho' every time I'm in here now."

I stepped toward her and gathered her in my arms. I leaned down to lick some water drops off her neck and shoulder, and she shivered. "Aw, don't be like that. I can apologize, if you want," I said huskily.

"I'm listening," Izzy replied, leaning her head back so I could have better access to her neck.

"Why don't I just show you?" I released her, and she whimpered, but then she moaned as I got down on my knees.

"Oh, God, Edward," she said, before I even touched her.

"What, baby?" I asked, blowing softly on her sex.

"Holy shit, don't stop."

I smiled and dove right in, causing Izzy to shriek and grab my head roughly with her hands. I lapped at her slit, tasting the ambrosia that was Izzy mixed with the water sluicing down her body, and I squeezed my eyes shut to savor it. Izzy's hands loosened a little and began rubbing my scalp.

"Put your leg up," I said against her pussy, gently shoving on her right leg. She lifted it shakily and placed it on the edge of the tub, and moaned loudly at the better access I had.

"Fuck," she whispered. I moved from her clit down to her entrance, flicking my tongue inside, and she convulsed.

"Don't slip," I warned, before resuming the tongue fucking.

"Ah… ah… Edward!" she screamed as I moved back up and bit her clit softly. I was loving the obvious reaction she had to me- it made me feel like Goliath. If only I could do this before every game, no other school would have a chance. I'd walk onto the field, insides singing from my adrenaline high, thinking about how all those unlucky bastards were going to get it because I'd just made the sexiest, most beautiful woman I know come all over my face. After that, throwing touchdowns would be a piece of cake.

I slid two fingers inside her as I worked her clit, and she was done. "FUCK!" she yelled, her legs shaking and her hands twisting almost painfully in my hair.

I kissed her pussy gently, bringing her down from her orgasm, and then stood up carefully. Izzy's head was still thrown back, right in the spray of the water, and I pulled her toward me. "Are you trying to drown?"

She raised her head and opened her eyes- they were clouded over in ecstasy. "No," she finally answered. "I'm trying to cool down. You put my whole body on fire just now."

I grinned cockily. "Really?"

Izzy had recovered enough by then to narrow her eyes at me. "Don't let that go to your head, big boy."

"I'll show you a big boy," I growled, and yanked her up against me. She yelped but jumped up enough to put her legs around my waist. I turned to lean her against the wall and quickly slid my cock inside her heat.

Breakfast was going to have to wait a little longer.

~*~*~*~*~

We were walking across campus to class when I remembered Izzy's singing from earlier. I'd been… distracted from asking her before.

"Hey, I was going to tell you, you're a great singer," I said.

Izzy looked up at me suspiciously. "What do you mean?"

"I heard you this morning, before I jumped in with you," I explained.

She looked relieved. "Oh. Well, thanks. Everybody likes to hear their shower singing isn't as bad as they thought!" she laughed.

I grabbed her hand and kissed it. "You were really good, though. Like seriously good. Have you ever thought about performing?"

She wrinkled her brow. "Not really. You're very sweet to say that, though."

I shrugged. I guess the attention thing would be an issue, anyway. Maybe I could take her to a karaoke bar, see how she does…

Izzy stopped abruptly, which pulled me to a stop since we were still holding hands. "What the fuck?!" she yelled, and immediately turned and began running in the direction we'd just come.

"Izzy? What's going on?" I chased after her, confused.

She turned around the corner of a building and stopped. "Didn't you see the cameras outside our classroom building?"

I looked back around the corner, but she hissed and pulled me back. "What?"

"There were cameras. Waiting outside our building."

I rolled my eyes and peeked around the corner. I immediately relaxed and straightened. "Oh, that's just the ESPNU guys. I guess today is the day they want to follow me. Did I forget that?" I mumbled, running a hand through my unruly hair. Izzy was having a huge effect on my ability to focus on anything but her. I wasn't really complaining, but I wished I'd dressed nicer.

Izzy grabbed my arm. "You didn't tell me ESPNU wanted to follow you."

I sighed. "I told you they were doing a piece on me."

"But you didn't tell me they wanted to follow you around! I would have skipped today if I'd known that."

"Izzy, what is your deal? So they follow me around for one day. You're in one class with me, so there might be two, maybe three minutes of footage of us walking? If you're going to be my girlfriend, you're going to have to get used to a little spotlight!"

Izzy's eyes flashed. "Well maybe I don't want to be your girlfriend then! I didn't know-"

"Didn't know what?" I exploded. "That I'm USC's starting quarterback? Are you joking?"

"I knew that," she huffed. "I meant I didn't know there was so much publicity surrounding that."

"We're headed for the national championship, Izzy," I said, calming slightly. "I'm in the running for the Heisman. Of course there's going to be attention."

She rubbed her hand between her eyes in frustration. "Look, I don't want to be filmed, okay? Go ahead, I'll call you later."

"We're not done talking about this," I warned. This attention thing was seriously getting out of hand.

"Fine," she snapped, and turned to stomp off to the parking lot. I sighed. As mad as I was at the situation, all I wanted to think about was her cute little ass twitching in her agitation.

I walked around the corner and continued on to our classroom building. "Hey, Erin," I said easily, walking up to her.

She smiled widely. "Hey, Edward! So we're just going to follow you around today, like 'A Day in the Life of a Winning Quarterback' kind of thing. Cool?"

I tried to return her smile, but probably didn't succeed. "Sure. Let's go."

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