A/N: This is probably the shortest chapter I'll write for this story, but it is strictly EPOV. There was no other way to do it. Everything finally clicks with Edward, though. A little lemonade for you, too. :)
Disclaimer: Don't own Twilight or any of the characters involved.
Chapter 9: High and Dry
EPOV
My mind was racing with every. single. thing. I wanted to do to Bella.
I wanted those gorgeous tits of hers in my mouth.
I wanted to make her writhe as I tortured her hot heat.
I wanted to fuck her so hard that she'd have trouble walking in the morning.
This was the Edward I had grown accustomed to; always waiting in the shadows, ready to pounce on his next victim of choice.
The Edward I could not control.
But I didn't give a fuck. I looked back at Bella, stumbling gracefully as her hand sloppily clasped mine. Her tits bounced in tune with the clicking of her heels on the pavement.
Fuck, I had to get back to the hotel. Now.
My H2 stetch limo was already waiting, and I pulled the door open before practically flinging Bella onto the seat. Without even using the running board, my ass was next to her in a matter of seconds.
Bella looked at me with a glaze in her eyes.
She wasn't wasted, but she still made Mel Gibson look like a saint.
She rested her head against the top of the seat, craning her neck so she could face me, and smirked.
Oh you have no idea what you're in for, bitch.
I'd like to say I stalled a little before my hands graced every delicious curve on Bella's tight little body.
But I didn't.
I ran my hand down her cleavage, skimming over the top of her dress and ending at her knees. Her breathing became erratic as my hand ventured up the inside of her thighs until it reached the hem of her skirt.
Bella moaned. And fuck if it wasn't the single hottest fucking sound I had ever heard in my lifetime. My heart started to race as the pitch in her voice changed; like a traffic signal turning from green to red.
Want and need.
Want and need.
Want and need.
I knew damn well what I wanted from Bella. But what I needed?
What did I need?
Professional help. Because even as I sat here, just inches away from her hot sex, the wheels were still turning; whipping up a game plan for tomorrow night's sexual escapade.
I was going to leave her.
Another notch on my bedpost.
Another name in the black book.
I'm a bastard.
And an idiot for ever evenentertaining the thought of leaving someone like Bella. It just simply wasn't done. It didn't matter what kind of relationship we'd had up until now.
Or lack thereof.
Walking away would be the biggest mistake I'd ever make in life. And believe me, I'd made a lot up until this very moment.
Enough to return Britney to her Mickey Mouse Club days.
Bella caught my gaze again, and her hand traveled south to rest atop mine. It took me a few seconds to realize what she was doing.
Fuck me.
She guided my hand further up her skirt with her own, until my fingertips brushed against lace.
Hot, wet lace.
I must have been doing something right.
I grinned. Fuck it. I teased her a little, gently sliding my fingertips up and down along the lace. I felt her shiver at my touch, and as I caught her gaze I watched as her eyes rolled into the back of her head in sheer ecstasy.
"Mmm, Edward." She licked her lips before snapping her eyes open to look at me. My grin was met with a match of her own. Before I knew it, I was on my back with Bella straddling my waist, adding just enough pressure to drive me fucking insane. My dick throbbed enough for her to feel it and it wasn't lost on her.
"A little excited are we?" She giggled and my want for her took over. I raised my head to meet hers, knotting my hands into her mahogany waves as I went. Our lips met with such force that the impact was the tiniest bit painful.
But we were too busy to notice.
I forced her lips open with my tongue, and she moaned as her hot breath was met with my own. Bella created a rhythm with her hips, grinding against my erection which I had not needed to bring to her attention.
She had that one covered.
Her hands moved to my cheeks as our kisses deepened, and I grabbed her hands with my own, interlocking our fingers and pushing against her hands so ours were held steadily between the two of us. My lips left her mouth to leave a trail of wet, hot kisses down her neck, stopping at her cleavage. Bella laughed as my lips followed the trail back up to her mouth. I slid my hand back up her skirt, this time sliding a finger underneath the piece of lace I wished to shred to pieces.
I was never a fan of restraints.
She picked her head up to moan as I teased her some more, this time sliding my finger along the outside of her wet folds. I shifted so I could pin her down easily.
I needed to be in control.
I felt Bella sway unexpectedly. The limo had come to a stop.
Fuck.
We were at the hotel.
I had a hard time seeing myself making it up to the room.
Maybe I'd luck out and Bella would turn out to be a fan of elevator sex. She shot me a look then. A look that said it all.
Guess not.
How did she do that? It was if she could read my mind, as if she knew exactly what I was thinking.
Add that to the list of things no one had ever done to me before.
I rolled the window down and threw a twenty onto the seat next to the driver before snatching up Bella's purse and grabbing her hand, whipping her out of the limo. She laughed as she pulled her skirt down with her free hand, all the while trying to keep her balance as I practically dragged her through the doors to the casino. The lights from all the slot machines only seemed to fuel my need for her.
Strange.
As we hurried through the crowd, every flash of light made the adrenaline pumping through my veins all the more prevalent. Every noise, no matter the octave, made me feel as though I was on the verge of jumping out of my own skin. We reached the elevators, and I hit the 'close door' button before anyone else could join us. I pinned Bella up against the mirror at the back of the elevator, smothering her lips with my own once again. She placed a restraining hand on my chest.
"Cameras", she pointed and smiled. I groaned. Flying down the hallway and finding my room key was a blur. Before I knew it, Bella was sprawled on the king-size bed in front of me, spread-eagle and without a single bit of clothing on. I climbed onto the mattress, watching her as she raised herself on her elbows and moved to unbutton my shirt. I grew too impatient and decided to aid her, ripping my shirt off, the last three buttons ricocheting onto the floor beneath us. My hand traveled down her left leg, revelling in the utter flawlessness of her creamy white skin. I curled my hand around her calf, hitching her leg and wrapping it around my waist as I came to rest between her thighs. She hitched her other leg around my waist and I let out a groan as she dug her heels into my lower back.
We wasted no time in picking up where we'd left off in the limo, our lips devouring one another's so that we came up gasping for air every so often.
It was then that I realized that we didn't have to do much of anything else. I was perfectly fine with kissing her.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
But then Bella pulled her head away, boring her eyes into my own in a silent plea.
I immediately understood and began to slide down her body, leaving another trail of kisses as I went. Bella giggled and arched her stomach into me as I left a ring of kisses around her belly button. I slid my hand down, teasing her folds as I had before, this time looking up at her. Bella threw her head back and bucked her hips in silent instruction, cupping her breasts as she went.
Yes, master.
I slipped one finger inside her, her back arching instantly in response to my touch.
"God, Bella, you're so wet."
"Mmm, mhm." She threw her head back, bucking her hips as I thrust a single finger in and out of her wet core. I ran my tongue along her clit, licking and sucking it fervently before nipping on it with my teeth. Bella arched her back more sharply than before, allowing me sweeter access as she went. I thrust another finger inside her and I felt her tighten around me.
"Don't come until I tell you to, Bella," I growled. She whimpered. I continued, watching her face twist into a million different emotions as she tried to keep from going over the edge. I grinned against her.
I was a fucking pro at this, and I knew she wouldn't last more than a minute longer.
I slowed things down, my tongue running soothing circles around her aching clit. Then, like clockwork, Bella screamed as her orgasm rocked through her. I raised my head to watch as her hands trembled against the sheets, a wave of motion slowly moving from her head to her feet.
She was so fucking gorgeous. Just like this. Her skin glistening with the slightest sheen of sweat, her chest rising and falling more steadily with each breath.
I crawled up to hover over her, supporting most of my weight with my hands as I locked my eyes with hers.
"I thought I said to wait," I joked. She scoffed. Bella raised a finger to my nose.
"You're in for it, Cullen." She smirked before pinning me to the mattress in a matter of seconds.
"You ever involved in martial arts?" I asked as she ripped my belt through the loops of my jeans. She paused as she straddled my thighs, throwing her head back and laughing so her tits bounced.
I didn't mind the view.
"Casual conversation? Really?" I jutted my lip and shook my head as she pulled my jeans off, taking my boxers with them and releasing my strained erection. I groaned as she climbed back on top of me, grabbing my length in her slender hand. She raked her nails down my chest as she began to pump me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as she took me into her mouth, grazing my head with her teeth.
"Fuck, Bella," I growled. She hummed against my length as she cupped my balls, massaging them as I felt the familiar fire start to spread through my body. Just as it reached where I needed it to, she stopped.
"I'm sorry, I can't do this." She pushed herself off the bed, scrambing for her pile of clothes on the floor.
What the fuck? "Bella, what the hell?" She shook her head furiously as she pulled her dress back over her gloriously naked body.
"This, this just isn't me. I don't do one-night stands, alright? That may work for you but it sure as shit doesn't work for me." She slid into her shoes and flew out the door.
Was I missing something? I just had the chick writhing on my mattress less than fifteen minutes ago and here she was leaving me high and dry yet again. I groaned and slammed my head back onto the bed. My hand ran over the imprint she'd left on the sheets, as if she was still there.
I wanted her there.
Don't get me wrong, I still wanted this nightly-sex routine bullshit.
But with Bella.
Only. Bella.
My dick ached everytime her name left my lips.
My heart skipped a beat everytime I laid eyes on her.
And everytime I touched her, an electric current rose from somewhere within me.
I wanted her. I needed her.
I had it bad.
But she knew what I was about. Or at least she thought she did. And I couldn't blame her, I was a prick. Especially when it came to women.
But I wouldn't have a hard time changing that.
I'd have a damn hard time trying to convince her otherwise.
A/N: Yeah, I'm a tease. I originally wrote a lemon that in reality probably lasted well over an hour. Best sex ever, right? Hmm. I had to do this though, you guys will see why soon enough. There's still too many issues the two of them have to be moving that fast, whether Edward's a player or not. Next chapter, Bella gets her shit together and heads back home. Stay tuned loves! AND REVIEW!!!
