Hidden Within
Chapter 9: Fill Me Up
Jacob POV
Edward's stunt of carrying me over the threshold of the cottage actually meant a lot to me. It meant he was taking this seriously—I felt confident that he would be gentle and thoughtful—I didn't have to be afraid. Nervous butterflies fluttered in my belly anyway. I didn't really know what to expect. I'd never really considered being with a man before all of this. But Edward made it so easy. It felt natural. So, while I was undeniably anxious, I had no fear. I trusted him completely.
I nestled my head into his shoulder, tightening my hug around his neck as he carried me into the bedroom. He shifted me easily in his arms and lowered me smoothly onto the bedspread. He climbed onto the bed in a fluid motion and straddled me. He stared into my eyes, searching my mind, looking for any signs that I didn't want to proceed.
I erased his doubt by licking my lips and pulling his head down to meet me. My lips fell in with his, and we poured all of our passions and desires into the kiss wholeheartedly, our bodies pressed flush, leaving no room for even air between us, our tongues dueling to see who desired the other more. There was no winner before I finally needed to come up for air. He took that opportunity to worship my body. He rained fervent kisses along my jawline, down my neck, down the divide of my chest. I gasped and moaned as I lost my mind to the sensations. Somehow, he was able to take my already taut nerve endings and heighten them with each kiss and caress, catapulting me to levels of bliss I didn't believe were possible.
His freezing hands ghosted down my blazing hot abdomen, leaving icy trails as his glorious mouth worked each bud on my chest in equal turn. He ran his fingers through the coarse hair at the base of me, tugging lightly, as he laid playful nips down my abdomen. My hips bucked against his chest involuntarily, and he let out a sigh as our cocks pressed together.
He took me in both hands then, one at the base and one at the head, gently twisting up my shaft as he ran circles on the tip with the thumb of his other hand, spreading my juices over the entire head of my cock. I made an inhuman noise—never before had I felt something so intensely pleasurable.
"Ungh...ungh...do it again," I whispered, my voice raspy.
He complied, more forceful this time. My hips bucked against his hand wildly. He grunted with satisfaction and met my heavy-lidded gaze, shooting me a devious smirk. He very languidly took his lower lip into his mouth and sucked at it deliberately. I licked my own lips in response. Never breaking eye contact, he lowered his body to lie with his head between my thighs and brought his lips to the tip of my throbbing cock.
His tongue snaked out and he licked, swirling it around the tip before descending down the underside of my shaft at a snail's pace. I threw my head against the pillows and arched my back as the delicious agony overcame me. Please, no more teasing. He tormented me with a few more long licks before taking me fully into his mouth. He hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard as he worked his way up to my head, only to take me back in even deeper than before. It was official—Edward Cullen was a god.
He chuckled around me and the vibration made me cry out in ecstasy. He palmed my balls gently, rolling them around in my sack. I writhed against the mattress. And then—oh God—he swallowed around my cock, constricting me deep within his throat; my answering screams of ecstasy could probably be heard for miles.
"Oh God, Edward!" I cried. "I'm so close!"
He released me from his throat then, and I whined like a child, pouting down at him. He smiled back at me.
"We can't have that now, can we?" he drawled. "We're only just getting started."
I whimpered again pathetically as the knot in my stomach loosened a bit with the loss of contact. He didn't let me lose too much steam though. He laid on his side, as I laid on mine, facing him. He kept my blood pumping by suckling my neck, surely leaving behind a mark, and raking his nails down my back. I found myself writhing against him, aching for more. What "more" would be, I wasn't entirely sure, but whatever it was, I needed it now.
In answer to my mind, he placed three fingers to his lips and drew them in, salaciously sucking them, staring deeply into my eyes. They were literally dripping wet when he removed them from his mouth, and he didn't break eye contact as he ran them down my spine, between the divide of my buttocks. I shivered in anticipation. He nudged my thigh to rest on top of his with his forearm, opening me wider. I gasped as he entered me with first one finger, then two. It stung a little, but it wasn't unmanageable. He worked me with his two fingers for a few strokes before adding a third. I squeezed my eyes shut, unwilling to look into his anymore. That one hurt quite a bit more.
He knew what he was doing though. With one painful twist, he curved his fingers in the direction he wanted. I felt him make a come hither motion with his fingers hidden within me, brushing against my upper wall. He had found my prostate and my head lolled back, loud sounds escaping my lips. It was so intense—I didn't know I was capable of making such noises. I ground my ass against his hand, craving more. He gave it everything he had, breathing rapidly against my neck, grinding his gloriously stiff cock against mine.
"Are you ready for me?" he asked breathlessly. I nodded, not trusting my voice.
He slowly removed his fingers and rolled me onto my stomach. I pressed my face into the pillow for a moment, breathing deeply, readying myself for what was to come. He positioned himself behind me, lifting my hips to rest me on my knees. I followed suit by raising my upper body up on my hands. I may not have done this before, but I had seen nature shows; I knew how my body should be positioned. I continued to breathe deeply, in through my nose, out through my mouth, trying to calm my nerves. He reached around me and stroked my cock hard, pumping me into oblivion. Any nerves I was feeling were buried in the lust of the moment.
"Do you want this, Jacob?" he asked, gruffly, rubbing his cock across my cheeks.
"Yes, Edward, please!" I cried.
He let out a feral growl and parted my cheeks, nudging my legs further apart. Reality struck me, and I felt a twinge of panic when I felt the icy head of his cock pressed against my entrance. But Jacob Black never backs down from a challenge. It was now or never. And in one fell swoop, he entered me to the hilt.
I felt like I was just impaled with a steel rod. My body shook with the immense pain of his intrusion, my tight ring of muscle burning so acutely. I heard a tortured scream rip from my throat. I made fists in the bedspread and bit my cheek hard in an effort to keep myself from crying, it hurt so bad. I squeezed my eyes shut, but I couldn't stop the hot tears from streaming down my face.
Edward struggled to hold himself back from moving inside me. I could tell because the vampire was shaking with the effort it took. He whispered hoarsely through gritted teeth, "I'm sorry. It will get better, I promise." I willed myself to believe him. He reached up, careful not to jar me further, and tenderly wiped the tears from my cheeks.
His hand moved then, running down my spine, circling my hip and taking hold of my cock that had gone limp with the harsh penetration. He stroked me gently at first, gradually tugging harder as the blood pooled between my legs again. Focusing on that sublime sensation helped me deal as my body adjusted to the size of him. The coldness of his dick was beginning to have a numbing effect, and as he kneaded my cock in expert fashion, the pain began to wane. It still hurt some, but I was more accustomed to it. I found myself wanting more. I cautiously rocked my hips back into his, eliciting a grunt from him. That was the only encouragement he needed.
He pulled out slowly, almost completely, and repositioned himself at a different angle before plunging back into me. This time he hit my bundle of nerves directly. I cried out with the intense, all-consuming pleasure of it, bucking wildly against him, losing all control, needing more, more.
He gripped my hips tightly, taking control of my movements and setting a steady rhythm. Our hips rocked in tandem, each thrust he made a little harder, a little deeper. Every rub against my internal pleasure center sent chills down my spine—I was losing control fast—there was no way I was going to last much longer. The next thrust sent such a strong shiver through my body that my rectal muscles clamped down hard around Edward.
He let out a fierce roar that would frighten a bear. "Oh God, Jacob," he cried. "Your ass is so fucking tight."
His words were going to push me over the edge. "Yes! Edward, fuck! Fill me up!"
And with that I came forcefully all over the bedspread, howling at the top of my lungs. Yup, I actually fucking howled. My ass clenched spasmodically around Edward's steel shaft as I rode out my orgasm. He joined me quickly, spewing curses and squeezing my ass cheeks together, making me close even tighter around him. I ground my hips against his as I relished the feeling of his ice cold seed filling me and seeping through my lower cavity.
We gasped for the breath that the force of our mutual climax knocked out of us. His gasps were more out of habit; mine were completely necessary. He slid his softening erection out of me, and I mourned the loss of our connection. Edward took me in his arms and rolled onto his side, pulling me close to face him. His hand on my cheek, he drew me in and we shared a gentle, affectionate kiss.
We stared into each other's eyes for what felt like hours. I wondered what he was thinking about. He made no move to answer my thought, so I lost myself in those beautiful, haunting eyes. They were so fluid; the golden irises seemed to dance. I found myself wondering what color his eyes had once been.
"Green," he answered. "They used to be green."
I wished I could have seen them that way. "I bet they were beautiful."
He smiled that lovely crooked smile, and poked me gently in the ribs. "Do you realize that you howled?" He chuckled lightly.
I joined in his laughter. "It probably would have sounded a lot better as a wolf."
"Nah, it was hot." He pulled me close as he rolled onto his back. My head rested in the crook of his arm, his hand lightly stroking my forearm, my hand tracing figure eights on his chest. I breathed his scent deeply. It hadn't changed at all, but he no longer smelled repulsive to me.
On the verge of sleep, I let his delicate caresses lull me. I fell asleep feeling complete. Feeling loved.
A/N: "Fill Me Up" is taken from the movie Election. Jacob watched it when it first came out, and Reese Witherspoon was his wet dream for a while ;)
