It was surprisingly easy fitting me, Bella and Rosalie into one king sized bed.
However, it wasn't easy fingering Rosalie and keeping her moans to a minimum volume. She gripped my hair and pillows to substitute.
After cumming for the third time, she finally falls asleep. I didn't know how to handle Rosalie. She's a live wire and a tease and as much as she turns me on, she wasn't my type. She can look me in the eye and work me like a puppet. It drives me crazy and I love it but it wasn't all I wanted.
I wanted a girl with Nessie's height and cuteness, Alice's grace, Bella's smartass-ness , the twin's drag race background, Rosalie's libido, Leah's personality and her body as a bonus.
Now if a girl like that exist, I'd gladly take her on a date.
I checked the clock and it was three already. I had to get going so I gathered my trousers and shirt before strolling into the bathroom and reluctantly washing my hands of Rosalie's scent. My lips were stained of the pink and red mixture of Rosalie and Leah's lipsticks. The brightness of the colors brought out the rose in my cheeks.
I wash the sleep from my eyes and cracks some bones before reaching for the door.
Just as I open it, the tall blonde rushes in and I'm being aggressively thrown on the bathroom wall. The tile is cold against my bareback.
She's fast in the way she hops and her legs land on either side of my hips, her wet center soaking my briefs.
Her lips are to mine, not kissing but molesting them in a needy way. My lips have their own spasm of their own and I taste the breath mint rolling around in her mouth.
I moan and shiver while my hands do their best to hold her up. She's not exactly similar to Nessie in size, given she's a lot thicker. Voluptuous was a better word to use. She was heavier but that made her grinding feel better then being rubbed by skin and bones. The briefs I wore were useless against my hard shaft.
Just to get an idea, I open one eye and watch our reflection. Our position changes as she goes to my neck now, nibbling like I'm food. She moans when I jerk my hips forward with a grunt.
Jesus, this was wrong. I was a sinner but at this point I didn't fucking care. Fuck the rule. This felt too damn good.
She sets her feet on the ground and continues the kisses between little mumbles. "I'm surprised you haven't thrown me off of you yet."
I grin and guide her to her knees. "Me too."
Her fingernails lightly scratch the surface of my hip bone skin. I put my hands through her hair and she starts the removal of my underwear.
"What about the rule? Still scared of Carlisle?" She teased with the chill of the bathroom rushing over my genitals that were staring her right in the face.
Those fucking fingers of hers began to stroke it, each inch being gently touched with tenderness. She smiled up at me and watched me, knowing she was driving me as crazy always. I wanted to thrust but her hand over my hips stop me.
"Carlisle doesn't have to know." I whisper, praying her lips would be around me in the next few seconds.
"You're talking my kinda language now, babe," she giggles and I'm in that state of imagination from my first blowjob again when her wet mouth takes me in.
Fucking with Rosalie was different from with Nessie. For one, Rosalie was a fucker not a love maker. Having had sex multiple times before, she likes it rougher. Bending her over and bucking like a bronco was her style.
One thing I took great note of about fucking Rosalie was about how quiet she was. I don't know if it was so she wouldn't wake up Bella and the twins or that's just how she rolled.
Staring at myself fuck her on the sink counter was fantastic. Her huge ass jiggles with every thrust and it makes me fist it, reddening where my fingers dig into her skin. She had her arms around me in a tight hug while I entered and re-entered her as fast as my body would allow. She was leaking all over me and instead of moaning like Nessie, she was panting into my neck like she was out of breath. Her nails dug into my back like Nessie but she stayed silent.
"Yes," she'd gasp when I pick up my pace. "Yes."
I put my face in her neck as well, licking her up and down. She was so tight and wet and delicious...I can't think of guilt now. I can't feel like trash when I was balls deep inside of her, seconds from cumming.
"Rosie," I moan at the tightening of my balls and glance at the mirror. Her frame was shaking like she was crying so I held her closer to me and came once.
Her legs shook now as she finally lets out a light whimper. "Fuck."
I lift her off the counter and kiss along her jaw and neck with butterfly pecks. She pulls me out of her and bends over the counter, gripping the faucet with anxious hands. We're like magnets when she backs into me and I push right in.
Her breasts are two smushed mountains against the mirror as I pump harder into her, receiving a soulful melody of "yes, yes, yes." Her violet eyes stared at themselves along with the rest of her body being jerked forward. My face was kinda demented as I push. She was so wet against me there was not only the sound of my balls and hips slapping against her, but a distant squeak every time we slid together.
My eyes don't leave the mirror. I tried fighting the urge to make stupid faces but it was hard. Was this how I looked with Nessie? Did I really look this stupid?
I grit my teeth and my jaw clenches while my eyes flutter to a quick close. Reopening them, I see Rosalie's face was in the counter while she switched the water on and off, unknowingly.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes..." She's saying as I knead my hands into her ass cheeks. They ripple against my constant pounding and she simply keeps panting.
That worked my nerves. I go deeper and her walls keep expanding against my length and width.
"Say my name," I growl.
Her breath stops for a second then returns. "Jay-Jay-Jacob." Her legs shake again. She's close.
"Say my fucking name."
"Jacob."
Not good enough. "What's my name?"
She gasps. "Jacob." Her voice rings in my ears. "Jacob."
I wasn't gonna last much longer. "Say it again."
"Jay...J-J-"
"Say it!"
She whines. "Harder."
I slow down when my stomach muscle begin to clinch and that ball tightening begins again. I growl.
"Say my goddamn name, now."
She squeaks it out.
"Louder. Scream it!"
She looks back at me and her mouth is already making an O. Got her right where I want her.
"Scream my fucking name you...you..."
I say the first word that I can think of.
"You bitch!"
She falls apart and cums against me as I ejaculate into her repeatedly. "Jacob!" she finally shrieks and that guilt comes after milking myself out. In the mirror, I'm cross-eyed with my jaw hanging wide open, like I would begin drooling.
I lean forward and before bursting into hysterics, I kiss the blonde's ear and apologize about my language.
"I didn't mean it. It was in the heat of the moment and-"
"Shhh..." she laughs along with me. "Your cum face is funny as hell, Jacob."
So she was watching too. I didn't even look to see hers.
"Shut up," I pull out of her and put my briefs back on. She stays there, bent over and just stares at herself. She sighs. "Thanks, man."
"No. Thank you," I respond and play in her hair. She jerks away and stands up, seeing me eye to eye like normal.
I look over her naked body and her hips are bruising from how tight I had her to me. Damn.
"Goodnight, Black," she kissed me once before letting her fingers my torso. "See you in the morning."
I'm left in the bathroom by myself, trying to put together what just happened. I do my cum face again and begin laughing. I pull my pants up and button them before giggling my way back to my suite.
I woke that morning scared shitless. Mainly because it wasn't till now did I realize that I had sex with Nessie and Rosalie yet didn't wear a condom either time. Rosalie had been anticipating her time with me so she most likely planned ahead with birth control. Nessie however was a different situation. I tried to picture a pregnant Nessie and shuddered.
I honestly still couldn't believe I finally slept with Rosalie. As much as we fooled around, I'd never thought we'd actually do it. We did it damn good and I got a good laugh out of it. At least Rosalie and I had a mutually understood and established friends with benefits thing while I'm still confused about Nessie and I. I got to try somethings with Rosalie that I didn't with Nessie like dirty talk for example. I didn't like it to be honest given that I accidentally called her a bitch.
Carlisle was a hungover mess when I awoke and made my way to the bathroom. He was awake enough a little but not coherent and understandable sentences.
He was slobbering all over his pillow and instead of waking him, I hop in the shower. Leaving the shower, I caught a glimpse of my reflection and began to chuckle again. My cum face was so ugly .
Even after I left the bathroom to get dressed, Carlisle looked like he hadn't moved. His usual slick blond hair was a tangled mess. It was quite a sight him so...human when majority of the time, he seemed so perfect. If he only knew the kinda shit that went down last night...
Five minutes later, I was dressed and heading downstairs to the ballroom to watch the girls rehearse. Finding the ballroom was easy cus it was the only room blasting The Queens soundtrack.
The stage was pretty big as were the chandeliers all across the ceiling. This room was bright as hell and I could just imagine Carlisle's reaction in his hungover state.
Instead of dancing, the seven of them were lying around on the stage, conversing till they heard me walk in. Their eyes shoot up to me.
"Hey, Jacob!" Bella chirped to me and they all stay lying down except for Leah and Rosalie who sit up and begin fixing their hair and adjusting their shirts.
"Hey girls," I hop on stage with them and Leah lies on the opposite side of the stage and her smile is so broad but she tries to hide it.
"Morning Leah," I wave to her and she waves back.
"It' three in the afternoon but good morning," she says and I bashfully nod.
"Oh." I've been asleep for twelve hours? "Well rather it's a good afternoon then. "
Before she can even respond, two fruity lips silence mine in a kiss. Rosalie pulls away and whispers into my ear. "And it was even better last night, huh?"
My eyes stay on Leah's and that old annoyed look of hers returns within seconds. The other girls pay Rosalie and I no mind while she continues to stare evilly at the blonde whispering of last night's tale in my ear.
Goddammit...
She gets up and ignores my staring as best as possible as she goes through the music on the iPod dock. I didn't want her to be mad at me. Did she know that about Rosalie and I? Naw, she'd be a lot angrier.
"Can we get back to work, please?" she yells and they all get to their feet, stunned at her sudden request.
"I thought we were taking a-" Rachel begins but Leah gives her a cold look that stops her.
"Okay, let's start with 'Lady Marmalade' and go into 'What Makes Us Girls'," she demands and removes her ponytail.
"I thought we were gonna do Hundred Dollar-" Bella tries to say but the words are cut short.
"We're doing What Makes Us Girls!" She yells at the brunette and I jump. That's not bossy; it's just mean. What the hell was her problem?
I awkwardly clear my throat and hop off the stage to sit in a random chair. The music starts and memories from my first night with them come rushing back. The dance moves are just as spectacular as before and I'm surprised at how well they do without their stripper poles. I've memorized the words and mumble along with them.
Leah's intro comes soon enough and she keeps in time with the music as she usually does till the chorus, she bumps into Rosalie who must've gone two steps too far out line.
She stumbles and rolls her eyes, then looks to Rosalie who gives her an apologetic look. They finish the song within the next minute and I sense the tension in the air. I suddenly wanted to go back upstairs and sleep instead of being in the middle of drama. Carlisle saves me as he strolls in looking like he's never had a hungover in his life. He cleans up good.
He greets his girls and discusses the details of the show tonight: the troops would being arriving around five-thirty and the show would begin at six, end at eight and they'd have the rest of the night to party just like yesterday. wondered if I could take Leah somewhere tonight and have two excellent dates in a row.
That didn't seem possible considering she was sending me death glares at the moment. I frown and lean back farther into my chair, covering my face in shame.
The hours leading up to the troops arrival were fast. Seeing the huge mass of them file into the ballroom with their uniforms on made me realize how real this all was. If I'd stayed home, I never would've done half the shit I've done since being with The Queens. I shook a few hands and conversed with some of them, reassuring them of a good time. Some of them were female and I couldn't say I was shocked.
It was crazy to think of how relaxed I was. I doubted any of the troops would try to hurt one the the girls so I relaxed in the back till General Whitlock came over to me and started a simple conversation.
"How are ya, Jacob?" he asks and taps his foot to an unknown beat.
"Fantastic and you?"
He grins. "Amazing."
"Great. How was your date with Alice last night?"
He chuckles to the ground and digs his hands into his pants pockets. "As great as ever. She's a remarkable girl. So graceful and gorgeous."
I nod in agreement. "Yeah, she's a cutie, isn't she? Planning on taking her out again?"
Jasper watches the stage for a second then turns to me. "Actually yes. After tonight's show, we're going out again. Alice tells me that you had some fun with Leah, eh?" His accent is nice to listen to.
"Yeah, we're just friends."
He snickers and pats my shoulder. "Not what Alice tells me."
My eyebrows lift to my forehead in surprise. "Really? Hmph."
That was something to think about. Was my attraction to Leah that obvious?
The lights dim and the spotlight lands on center stage, where Carlisle held a microphone. His voice is in surround sound as he begins to speak.
"Before we begin the show, I just wanna thank General Whitlock for choosing The Queens. Me and my Queens greatly appreciate the opportunity to be able to perform for more than a few drunk men every night and we are more than excited to be serving the men and women that protect this country. It's an honor and we hope you enjoy our show."
Just as he exits the stage, 'Lady Marmalade' begins and the curtains pull back. Without any notes having to be sung, troops were on their feet hollering and hooting at the amount of skin exposed from the six of them.
Been there, done that.
It was fun to see the reactions of those who haven't seen the show before. I wondered if I had my jaw on the ground the whole time or did I manage to look less stupid.
Leah's voice shakes the room as it did the first time I heard it and I can't help getting up and clapping as well. She was just as amazing as she was the first night.
The song soon ends and they go into what was called 'What Makes Us Girls' then 'Dirrty.' Rosalie does her solo as does Alice and then they perform the song that they let me have a listen to my first night with them.
The stage lights are red while Nessie is in a long, while halter top dress and she's barefoot. She gives the crowd one look before beginning to sing in that sweet soprano of hers.
Wish I may, wish I might
Find my one true love tonight.
Do you think that he could be you?
If I pray really tight, get into a fake bar fight. . .
While I'm walking down the avenue.
She pulls the mic away to take a breath and starts again.
If I lay really quiet I know that what I do isn't right.
I can't stop what I love to do.
So I murder love in the night, watching them fall one by one.
They fight. Do you think you'll love me too, ooh, ooh?
The chorus comes in and Nessie's voice goes sickly menacing but it's still kinda sweet and innocent. Behind her, Rachel and Rebecca come from either side of the curtain wearing red, short sleeve uni-tards that have plunging neck lines. Their hair is in bun so it doesn't flip around as the prance like it's a ballet around Nessie.
Baby, I'm a sociopath.
Sweet serial killer.
On the warpath cause I love you just a little too much.
I love you just a little too much (Much, much, much).
You can see me drinking cherry coke,
Sweet serial killer.
I left a love note said "you know I love the thrill of the rush."
You know I love the thrill of the rush. (Rush, rush, rush)
Nessie is joined by Rosalie in an outfit similar to hers but in red. Her voice is of the angels as she begins to sing to more of the redhead in white then the audience.
You send me right to heaven
Sweet serial killer
I guess I'll see him over
Do it for the thrill of it all
Love you just a little too much, much.
You send me right to heaven
Sweet serial killer
I guess I'll see him over
Do it for the thrill of it all
Love you just a little too much, much.
I try to put the story together but it was hard for my tiny brain to put two and two together. I wasn't good at symbolizing. What I had come up with was that the red light represented hell and Nessie being in all white was an angel. The twins could possibly represent demons or what not and Rosalie was the devil herself. They way she circled Nessie was in such a taunting way as if to try and convince her to join the dark side. I had no clue what that had to do with the lyrics but they kept repeating 'serial killer' so I assumed one of them would die soon. Leah, Alice and Bella join the group in their red uni-tards, all of them surround till the youngest Queen till she caves. They circle her and her figure disappears in between the seven of them till the bridge comes and she erupts from the circle in a red uni-tard as well.
Just have fun
Wanna play you like a game boy.
Don't want one
What's the thrill of the same toy?
La la, la la la, la la,La la lie down, down, down.
They've created a ballet out of their formation and Rosalie's dress flies around as she dances along side a now devilish Nessie.
Just have fun
Wanna play you like a game boy.
Don't want one
What's the thrill of the same toy?
La la, la la la, la la,La la lie down, down, down.
The song comes it's close after a few more choruses and I'm impressed yet again. As my old saying goes: The Queens do not disappoint. I hope they wouldn't perform that song back in La Push; it was much too beautiful. Too classy.
The song shifts within the same few beats and an upbeat tempo of classical music begins. They scurry off the stage without making a single sound. I hear the fireworks within the beat and realize I've never heard this one before. I get closer to the stage to see that the red lights have been joined by white and blue ones.
Hmmm. . . a patriotic performance.
The bass kicks in and in the same ballet like grace, Rachel and Rebecca return to the stage in red, full length, backless dresses and standing under the red lights. Rosalie and Nessie come in next wearing blue dresses and stepping in tune with the music till they're under the blue lights.
The music stops for a few seconds and the stage goes dark only to be brought back to life when the music starts again. Leah in a white strapless stands right in the middle of the four girls, glowing like she's the first star on the American flag. Her mouth is in a sexy pout till her eyes land on me and a subtle smile forms.
A/N *hides in tent to avoid being hit by the rocks being thrown by the Blackwater lovers cus of the Jacob/Rosalie lemon.*