I stood behind the counter, looking at the beautiful man sitting in the booth, staring intently at the menu spread before him on the Formica tabletop. Brows knitted like he would even fucking consider the daily special over the Denver omelette. Why he was looking over the menu with the pretense that he might actually order anything different than he ever did was fucking beyond me.
Predictability, thy name is Edward Cullen.
I didn't have that problem; the constant need to be on time, have everything in order and under control. Like, the sudden impulse I had to give Edward the key to my fucking apartment. It wasn't a planned thing, it just happened. It was one of those rare days where he had gotten out of work early and, of course, I had to work the fucking day shift. So, when he had dropped hints about having to spend the day at home alone, biting his bottom lip and looking all pitiful and shit, I had to fucking do something. I offered him my key, telling him to just wait at my apartment until I got off and then we could spend the rest of the day together. Or, at least, what time he would have left before he had to be home.
To say he had been shocked was an understatement but he took it and told me he would stop by the diner for a bit before heading to my apartment.
It wasn't like I had made him his own key or anything but when I realized that I actually trusted him enough to let him be there alone, it had caught me off guard. I didn't trust anyone except for Seth. But I'd be lying if I said that the thought of going home and having Edward waiting for me didn't give me fucking tingles and God damn butterflies in my stomach.
And when I saw him actually show up at the diner like he had said he would, all smiles and beautiful fucking blush, I practically turned into a puddle of girly goo.
Yeah, I was fucking whipped.
Not concerned with anyone else at that moment and I allowed myself to take in his form, my cock hardening as my eyes roamed over the body I had learned so well, and realizing at the same time, something was different.
Something was off.
Studying him more closely, I noticed he had replaced his usual boring khakis with a pair of low slung blue jeans. A gray cotton t-shirt with sleeves wrapped tightly around his biceps stretched taunt across his shoulders and back had replaced his typical over-starched Oxfords. However, his hair displayed its usual disarray of bronze perfection, giving him that 'freshly fucked' look.
I had never seen him so casual before, outside of being completely fucking nude of course, and he looked amazing.
It took everything I had not to throw him over the table and fuck him into next week.
As if reading my thoughts, he turned attention to me and that fucking sexy crooked grin was plastered on his perfect face. And then he fucking winked at me.
Fuck.
He was just begging me to take him, right there, in front of my boss, and the old couple sitting in the corner.
I couldn't stop staring at him and I must have looked like a fucking idiot standing there, paralyzed, and my cock so hard it was throbbing. My control was already worn thin from my dreams the night before, and now he was sitting there. Intentionally. Fucking. Teasing. Me.
He had no idea what he was about to unleash.
With his eyes still on me, he ran his hand through his hair, sliding it down to his neck, he massaged the muscles there for a second, closing his eyes and parting his lips, beckoning me to just fuck his mouth. Slipping his fingertips into the collar of his tee, he dragged his hand around, tilting his head to the side before pulling the material down a bit, revealing his delectable collarbone.
Now he was on dangerous territory.
He was putting his throat on display for me. The one part of his fucking delicious body that I desperately wanted, but couldn't have. Knowing if I got my mouth, my teeth on his throat, I would mark him. I wouldn't be able to stop myself and he knew this.
And now he was fucking taunting me with it.
Pulling his fingertips out of his shirt, he ran them across his neck, fingering the sensitive skin over his pulse point.
Soft, warm skin, tender and pale and I wanted to fucking sink my teeth into it, mark him as mine, let the world know that this boy, this beautiful fucking boy was mine and no one else's. Of course I knew that not to be true, but the possessiveness I felt for him was above all else, and marking him, letting the world know, was all I could think about.
I never fully understood what it was that made me crave it so much, the insatiable want to worship the delicate skin there. It was something primal...something buried deep within me that called out, screamed, for me to claim him.
Then, he slowly licked his top lip before pulling his bottom between his teeth, raking them across it.
My cock twitched.
Opening his eyes, he immediately smirked at me, then went back to reading his menu. Thankful for the apron wrapped around my waist, I walked over to him, planning to find out if he'd lost his fucking mind. But before I could say anything, he looked up from his menu with a big fucking smile on his face.
"I'll take the Denver Omelette, please?" he ordered with mock innocence.
I leaned over his table enough so only he could hear my fierce whisper, one hand gripping the edge of the table while the other rested across the back of booth behind him. Edward leaned into me slightly, curiosity etched in his features. "You're goin' to take my cock down your throat in a minute if you don't stop the fuckin' teasing."
"Hmmm...is that a threat or a promise?" he whispered back, looking up at me through his lashes and smirking even as a delicious blush spread across his cheeks.
It always amazed me how he could still fucking blush after having my cock in his hands, mouth and ass more times than I could count, and it always affected me the same way.
"That all depends on how you look at it."
He nodded slowly, keeping his eyes on mine, a mischievous glint that I had only seen a few times before shining strongly. Then he set the menu down before dropping his hand underneath the table.
Shit.
His arm moving in a rhythm I knew all too well, I watched as his eyes rolled back in his head, eyelids fluttering closed and biting his full bottom lip.
Fuck, I almost shot my load right then.
I had to grip the edge of the table with every bit of strength I had to keep myself from snatching him out of the booth and letting my mouth take over for his hand.
Boss and old couple be damned.
Abruptly, he brought his hand back to the table and stood up. I silently thanked every deity known to man because I wouldn't have been able to handle it much longer. Unfortunately, my gratefulness was short lived as I watched him adjust himself, leaving his hand on his cock a little longer than necessary, intentionally showing me his erection, before stepping out of the booth and heading towards the bathroom. Swaying his hips suggestively, even more so than fucking usual, he threw me a look over his shoulder.
A 'come fuck me hard' look.
Fuck.
He was seriously asking me to follow him to the bathroom. Follow him, and engage in some sort of sexual activity.
In a public restroom.
In the middle of the day.
At my job.
How could I refuse an offer like that?
Mustering what I hoped could be portrayed as calm, I walked at a normal pace, back around the counter and stripped off my apron.
"Val, I'm takin' a break."
"Okay, hon."
Internally, I was doing back flips and jumping for joy that she'd let me out that easy. Externally, I remained collected, and leisurely made my way to the bathroom. Opening the door, I was greeted with the sight of Edward, leaned back against the sink, bracing himself on his palms while his fingers strummed lazily on the ceramic, his legs crossed at the ankles, still with that fucking smirk on his face.
"So, I've decided that I want to take your previous statement as a promise," he declared with a quirked brow, looking more confidant than I had ever seen him.
Fuck, it was sexy.
Quickly closing the distance between us, I crushed my face to his, capturing his throaty moan with my lips. I grabbed him by his biceps and turned, pushing his body against the bathroom wall. While my tongue dominated his mouth, my hands roamed, caressing his chest, the fleshy globes of his ass through his jeans, skimming the warm skin at his waist before sliding around, grazing over, then gripping his cock.
Pulling away from his lips, I had to fight the urge to move down to his neck and capture that perfect skin with my lips, my teeth.
"Jasper…don't..." he pleaded breathlessly, knowing what I was dangerously close to doing.
"God damn it," I groaned, pulling away from him, and slamming my hand into the wall beside his head, not even considering the possibility that someone might have heard it, trying to rein in some sort of fucking control.
Realizing that control just wasn't something I had at that moment, I quickly pulled the collar of his shirt down, almost fucking ripping it in the process, and sunk my teeth into the skin over his collarbone. I stayed there just long to leave teeth imprints, needing to do something to fulfill my desperate need to mark him. And somewhere in my subconscious, I knew that those marks would fade, leaving no chance of getting him caught by his...by him.
He moaned so loudly when I bit him, I brought my hand up and clamped it over his mouth, muffling the delicious noises that were pouring out of him.
Grabbing my wrist, he pulled my hand away from his face. "The door..." he panted, reminding me that in my Edward-induced haze I had forgotten to lock it.
With a frustrated growl, I pulled away from his collarbone and turned for the door. After clicking the lock, I turned back to him, admiring the site before me. Lips full and slightly bruised from our kiss, breathing heavily, eyes darkened with lust. His cheeks flushed with excitement and the dim bathroom light making his hair look more brown than the exuberant bronze it normally was.
But my favorite part was the outline of his thick cock showing through his jeans.
Fucking hell, there had never been a more beautiful site.
"On your knees, I want to fuck that teasin' mouth of yours," I ordered, closing the distance between us again, and pushing down on his shoulders.
Smirking at me before dropping tantalizingly slowly to his knees, he pushed me further over the edge as his telltale blush covered his cheeks and down his neck.
Oh, he was just fucking asking for it.
Looking at the God kneeling before me, I quickly unbuttoned my jeans, sliding the zipper down and letting them pool around my ankles. The sight of him licking his lips when my cock bounced lightly against my stomach as it was freed was almost too much, and I nearly came all over his gorgeous face right then. I held off, knowing that soon I would be encased in his hot succulent mouth, those lush lips wrapped tightly, that velvet tongue teasing my head.
"Open," I commanded, grabbing two handfuls of his hair and pulling him towards my cock.
The minute I felt his tongue swirl across the head, I knew that I wouldn't last long.
I also knew it wouldn't be gentle.
Immediately thrusting my hips forward into his welcoming heat, I bit my lip to stifle the groans threatening to bubble out of my throat. His mouth was so fucking perfect, pure euphoria making me dizzy and my legs feel like something resembling Jell-O.
"Yeah, just like that...fuckin' take my cock."
Moving one hand from his hair, I placed it against the wall, bracing myself so I didn't fucking collapse. The hand on his head moved him back and forth on my cock, pushing so forcefully that I slipped into his throat on every other pass. Judging by his humming, he seemed to be enjoying it just as much as I was. I contemplated taking the rest of the day off just so I could keep him here, sucking me off like the fucking expert he was.
Then he swallowed around the head of my cock.
"I'm fuckin' coming," I rasped, holding him in place at the base of my cock with me still buried deep in his mouth.
Fuck, he had gotten me so worked up with his teasing that I came quicker than I ever had before, shooting down his throat over and over again until I was spent.
Slumping against the wall, I rested my head on my forearm, trying to control my breathing and regain the use of my legs. He licked me clean before pulling my jeans back up, fastening them, then standing back up to full height he looked at me with a smug grin on his face.
Kissing him, I searched for the traces left over from my orgasm that he had greedily sucked down. That was something I loved; tasting myself on him. It let me know our time together was real, no matter how short lived. Feeling his still-hard cock press into my thigh quickly reminded me of his need and as much as I wanted to return the favor, I decided against it.
Payback's a bitch.
Moving my lips up his jaw line, feeling the narrow edge and the delicious light stubble that covered it, I moaned in his ear, purposely letting my breath wash over his skin. "Sugar, you're so fuckin' hard for me, I bet your cock is aching right now, isn't it?"
As I palmed him through his jeans, he whined and thrust his hips forward.
"You liked me fuckin' your mouth like that? Usin' you for my pleasure only?"
"Oh, God...yeah…" he moaned breathlessly, his head falling forward onto my shoulder and his fingers digging into my hips.
"Good to know," I finished simply, and moved my hand from his cock. I took one look in the mirror, trying to make sure I didn't seem to disheveled. My still heavy lidded eyes were brighter and my cheeks were flushed, but luckily nothing else seem to be out of place. As I unlocked the door, I felt a hint of nervousness. What if someone heard? What if we got caught?
Only one way to find out.
With one last look over my shoulder at Edward, I noticed the shocked and frustrated expression on his face, and I couldn't help but chuckle.
See if he ever teases me again.
A few minutes later, he walked passed me and back to his booth, lightly brushing my ass with the back of his hand as I leaned over a table to refill the old couples' drinks. I walked back around the counter and started writing up the couple's ticket, smirking when I glanced up at Edward to see a halfhearted scowl on his face. Noticing my smirk, he slid from the seat and slipped his coat on before throwing some cash on the table and walking up to the counter, leaning over it slightly
"See you at home, love," he whispered, smiling brightly before turning around and walking out of the diner, leaving me there fucking stunned.
Love.
I knew it was just a pet name, like how I called him 'sugar' or how Seth used to call me 'baby' but he had never called me anything besides my name. And he had referred to my home as his, and no matter how small that fucking gesture was, it was something. My heart started pounding furiously and warmth spread from my gut, my body temperature suddenly ten degrees higher. After I picked my chin up off my fucking chest, I smiled.
A cheesy pet name had never sounded so perfect.
"~****~"
Walking in my front door, I threw my bike keys on my kitchen table and slipped off my boots, ignoring how much my fucking feet ached and how badly I needed a beer. Edward's car had been outside my apartment so I knew he was there but my television wasn't on and I doubted he was just sitting in the fucking living room in silence.
Taking my leather jacket off, I laid it over the back of the couch and headed down the hallway. That was when I heard it.
Moaning.
Edward moaning.
My stomach dropped and rage filled my veins. I hadn't been home so who the fuck was making him moan? Would he seriously bring someone else there, to my home, in my bed? Was he trying to make me fuck someone up?
Standing outside my bedroom door, I thought I was going to be sick. If I had opened the door and saw someone else with him, I'm not sure what I would have done. The sounds got louder and I breathed a silent sigh of relief when I realized that the only noise I heard was coming from Edward.
Pushing my door open, I kept my eyes tightly closed, almost scared to open them and witness what could surely have destroyed me, until I heard the door hit the wall.
Never in a million years, not even if someone had shown it to me in a motherfucking crystal ball, would I have believed it.
My beautiful, shy, blushing Edward was naked, on his knees in the middle of my bed, facing the doorway. His hand was flying furiously over his cock, his cheeks flushed and his body sweaty while his other hand played with his nipples.
While that was shocking enough, it was nothing compared to what I saw when I glanced down.
He was fucking riding a hot pink dildo.
Bouncing, the toy slid in and out of him, his jerking matched the downward motion of his hips and his other hand twisted and pinched his nipple with each upstroke. He groaned loudly when he saw me, a mixture of arousal and victory on his face and I think he said my name, but I couldn't be fucking sure because I was too God damned focused on his actions. All of my blood rushed straight to my cock and I was torn between being jealous of the dildo and thanking it because he looked so fucking sexy right then.
Lightheaded and hard as a rock, I watched in complete shock, my blood boiling in rage and want. The look of rapture on his face shouldn't have been there because of some fucking toy, it should have only been my hand and mouth and cock that made him look that way.
Made him feel that way.
If I could have moved, I would have rushed to the bed and shown him how inadequate that fucking toy was compared to me, that it could never make him feel the way I could. Never make him come as hard as I could.
I was rooted to my spot, though. Trembling and shaking, mad and turned on all at the same fucking time. He rode it harder, grinding down until it was buried deep inside him and I fucking groaned as my jealousy for the dildo increased. I knew how he felt wrapped all hot and tight around me and it should have been me he was pushing down onto. His body tensed and he grimaced, stroking his cock faster and faster and bouncing harder and harder.
"Yeah...Oh, Jasper!" he cried my name, shooting streams of cum across my fucking bedspread.
Spurt after spurt erupted from his cock, his hips jerking harder with each one and his head falling back in pleasure. When he finally finished, he collapsed forward onto his elbows, his hair, damp with sweat, hanging in his eyes as he panted. Reaching between his legs, he pulled the dildo from his body and stood up, not even paying attention to me or the fact I was still in some odd state of fucking shock.
"Wha...what the fuck was that?" I asked and I had intended for it to be harsh but I was so fucking shocked and horny that my voice was nothing more than a husky whisper. And I noticed that I was also fucking panting, as if it had been me that jerked myself to orgasm and not him.
Standing up, still holding the fucking toy still in his hand, he replied casually, "Well, you left me hanging earlier. Someone had to take care of me." He shrugged and headed for the bathroom. "It appears I have some cleaning up to do," he chuckled, gesturing to the dildo and the cum still dripping from his cock.
Without another word, he walked into my fucking bathroom and shut the door, like it was no big fucking deal that I had just walked in on him fucking himself.
Even once he was out of my sight, all I could picture was him riding that fucking toy and moaning, looking better than any fucking porn I had seen. He hadn't even blushed, which was a big fucking deal for Edward, though I noticed his clothes were folded in a nice, neat pile on my dresser. I briefly wondered how long it took him to set that up, getting into position and waiting for exactly the right time for me to fucking catch him.
It didn't even fucking matter though because I would never have to watch porn or create a fantasy ever again. There would never be another image that would get me off better than what I had just witnessed.
Finally, I was able to move and I made up my mind to get in the shower with him and remind him that, with me around, toys were pointless, nothing, and no one, could compare to me.
Just as I had dropped my shirt to the floor and starting walking towards the bathroom, I heard someone knocking on my door. Of course, just as I was about to fucking have the best sex of my life, someone would show up. Pulling some money from wallet, I walked to my front door, assuming it was just a pizza delivery guy or he had ordered something from the Chinese restaurant he liked so much.
I couldn't have been more wrong.
My wallet fell from my hands and for the third time that day, my chin hit my fucking chest.
"Hey, Jazzy."