I like it when you touch me there
I like it when you pull my hair
Baby if I don't feel it, I ain't faking no more
I like it when you tell me kiss me there
I like it when you tell me move it there
So get it up!

So rude boy show me what you got

-Rude Boy, Rihanna

Before the accident, back to Isabella days

Ch. 9

BPOV:

I felt myself let out a scream as Tyler finally thrusted himself all the way in. He gasped and let himself go. I sighed not exactly having reached an orgasm yet. He pulled out with pants and sweat.

"You let me cum; I'll let you go with me." I stared with wide eyes as he opened my legs and probed my walls with his finger. I let out a whimper. He was so rough. So deliciously rough.

I could see him smirk but my mind was focused on his mouth as he leaned forward and put his head in between my legs. I let out another scream as he began to lick. It never failed to take me to this place.

People had drugs. People had beer. I had sex. I had orgasms. People thought I was stupid for it, but it took somewhere where I knew that it was me and that guy and believe me I couldn't give less of damn if he was in it for the pleasure.

Because I was too.

I let out a grunt as he started to lick my clit. So sweet, so hot. I felt my back arch with another heat wave. Oh, don't let this ever end. I felt myself let out another rush of wetness as he began to lick the start of my walls.

"Oh, Tyler, take me!" I screamed as he began to use his finger and his tongue. "Oh, oh, yes YES!" I screamed as I sadly reached the end. He licked a bit, but I was too sensitive for that. I only took 3-5 minutes to come back from that.

He smiled. "You're too tight for your own good, Isabella." He grunted as he fumbled with himself. I felt myself start to get wet again. I was ready for round 4, just wait Tyler.

I reached over and started to pump my hand on his cock. He was so hard. He let out a moan. "Oh, Isabella, don't stop." I felt myself moan at the thought of an orgasm from his cock, not from his tongue. The tongue guaranteed them but his cock brought more pleasure.

I felt the bed groan under our weight as we shifted so I was on top still pumping away. "God, I need you Tyler."

He was still in the other world. I wanted to be there too. I slid down on his cock and let out a scream as he shifted. Don't let it end, never ever.

He moaned. "Too tight, too tight." He panted. "Move, Isabella, move your hot ass."

I grabbed the headboard and pushed down deeper. "Don't rush me. I will do what I want whenever I want. Especially when it comes to cumming." I smiled.

He gasped as I pulled myself up and pressed down hard again. I could hear our wet, slapping skin. Oh, yes. Bring it, bring it.

"Argh you're so tight. Go, go." He grunted. I felt myself moan. He was so hard. I felt myself go faster and faster. The friction, the sounds, the screams, the creaking bed. Everything turned me on.

He shifted so he was on top. I let out a moan. "I want you to cum first Isabella." He thrusted himself in hard and I gasped. Oh, please don't let this end.

"Come on." He grunted as he pushed in and out. In, out, in, out, in, out, in, out.

I refused to let go of the high it gave. He thrusted hard into me and I knew I wouldn't last past that. I tossed him back under me and rode it out fast and hard. He grunted as I went fast and steady.

"YES YES YES YES YES! FUCK ME TYLER FUCK ME!" I screamed as I finally came. I went for a few more rides till I felt him cum with me. Oh yes.

We fell asleep after that. There was no hope for us to last after that. It was 4 in the morning when I woke up and left in my old clothes. I snuck back into my house and headed to the shower. I washed off all traces of Tyler on my body.

I felt myself get a bit wet as I remembered how we did it standing up. I shook my head and focused on my music.

"Boys, boys, boys." I sung along with Lady Gaga. I never had the ability to love a person. I emotionally detached myself from everyone and made my way by having sex. I would be a prostitute but I wasn't into the money. I just wanted sex, sex, sex. Yes, I am a sex addict. I thought about sex all the time.

I thought about sex as I ate breakfast in my kitchen. I could see me doing it in the counter and I could see myself bending over my counter. I could sit on the counter and he could stand in between my legs.

By he, I meant any boys who wanted it. I wasn't picky.

I slipped on my leather skirt, the one I knew Tyler liked. I wanted to do it in his car facedown already.

I walked out the door and straight to Tony. I called him after my first boyfriend I had sex with. I had bought a vibrator and condoms to keep in it for when I was lonely.

I was always lonely. Sex was hardly the appropriate way to keep company, I could never speak to anyone, I mostly screamed their names.

I smirked as I looked across the lot. I could tell by Edward's annoyed face that Alice had said one of those witty remarks she told Tanya or Jessica. She was pretty funny.

Too bad that when I was a freshmen and having come from Arizona, I acted like a bitch to them. It wasn't the best idea for me to be so hurried to hurt Rosalie before she hurt me.

I sighed as I turned on my radio and listened to Lady Gaga before guilt engulfed me. I felt myself get a bit wet as Edward ran his hand through his hair and stared off into space.

Let's have some fun this beat is sick; I want to take a ride of your disco stick

Boy, did I want that boy. He was so hot and sexy and you could just see that he was the whole package. I wanted him to take me in every position. I wanted him to twist me and bite me. I wanted to taste him from head to toes.

So hot.

Tyler showed up and threw me against the car. I wasn't in the mood for the roughness right now. It was strange but when I saw Edward, I wanted that innocent form of sex, dirty yet sweet.

I let Tyler stick his tongue down my throat as he put his knee in between my legs. Fool me, Tyler.

I felt him start to pull me past the direction of Edward. I met his eyes and he looked at me real hard. He hated my guts, and with reason.

This boy was good so I kept my eyes straight ahead where I belonged. I had to move forward away from this pure angel.

I took a glance at Alice and saw her glare right back. Well, the Cullen family would never forgive me. I could beg, and beg (not that I ever had apologized) but I wouldn't get close to the land of Heaven. I was a bad person.

A bad person with a dangerous addiction.

I realized I left my phone in my car. "Hold up, I forgot my cell." I muttered slipping out from under his arm. I hated to be claimed by a draped arm around my shoulder.

I would rather hold hands but Tyler wasn't that boy.

I strutted past the group of kids not needing to say excuse me. Everyone avoided me like a plague. I tugged down on my leather skirt as I hit the empty lot. It was so tight and short it made me self-conscious at times.

I honestly felt less exposed when I was naked. I slipped into my car and reached over the dashboard to pick up my white touch screen cell.

I turned around and saw a scared guy run into my car. My whole body jerked forward and my head collided against the steering wheel. Everything went black and I never woke up after that.