Hello everyone, thank you for waiting so patiently for this next chapter. I've started composing the beginnings of a novel so updates may be fewer and farther between as I split my time between both prompts. This is another lighter chapter, and its short, but you guys have the beach trip to La Push to look forward to next!
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ELEVEN
I waited at the gates to campus for Jordan Castro, positively livid. After receiving a random phone call at 12:00am that woke me up, Edward called me shortly after, disclosing that his sister Alice was spending the night at my boyfriend's house. I was unable to sleep the rest of the evening, haunted by nightmares of Jordan fucking the pixie-like Cullen…the worst of them involving him dominating her using BDSM. Beyond anger, I felt betrayed. My woman's intuition told me Alice was interested but I let him pursue a friendship with her anyway. I wouldn't be so stupid again, and he was sentenced to the dog house for at least a month.
He waved at me congenially after he parked his bike but I scowled at him in response. He swaggered up to me and leaned in to kiss me but I turned my face so his lips planted the smooch on my cheek. "Hey, what's up, grumpy cakes?" he asked.
"I think you know perfectly well what's wrong."
His face fell. "Did you not get my voicemail until this morning or something?"
"What?"
"I left you a voicemail last night asking if it was okay if Alice slept over."
"Well, I never got a voicemail. I got woken up by a number I didn't recognize but that's it."
"That was me calling from Alice's phone. I left a voicemail asking permission for her to spend the night. I'm sorry that you're upset."
"I am upset. You knew I would be upset."
He bit his lip. "You're right."
"Did you sleep in the same bed?"
"No," he said quickly. A beat passed. "Yes."
My nose stung as my eyes began to water. I spun on my heel and stormed away as tears began to spill over my attempts to hold them back. As I reached my desk within the English classroom I resented Jordan and my's mutual schedules for the first time. He looked apologetic but wisely didn't try to talk to me as he sat down. The rest of the school day passed in a blur, the blur of my waterworks that is. Jordan put his arm around my waist at the lunch table and I let him, but only because I already missed him terribly. How could he possibly think a sleepover with another girl would be okay? I didn't ask if anything inappropriate transpired…mostly because I didn't want to know.
"Do you have plans with Alice today or do you want to start making it up to me?" I asked as we entered the parking lot.
"The latter, please."
He led the way to my house. Charlie wasn't home from work yet. Upstairs Jordan slung his backpack off in the corner and sat on my bed. I copied suit and crawled up next to him, our arms wrapping around each other naturally, my head coming to rest on his taut pectoral muscle. We enjoyed a quiet moment together…the only sound our heartbeats, just a stutter out of step with each other. "I'm sorry, baby," he whispered against my collarbone, nuzzling into my side. "Nothing happened between us. I hope that goes without saying. I want you to trust me."
"I do trust you," I said slowly, "and I assumed nothing happened, and you're lucky nothing did. But in the future, while I appreciate you trying to get ahold of me and secure my permission, please don't follow through with anything like that before talking to me first."
"You got it, sweetheart. I'm sorry again. I feel horrible."
I combed through his shag with a spare hand, smiling kindly at him. "I forgive you, my good-looking boyfriend. Kiss me babe." He lifted his body up to the extent he could. I arched mine over his, dangling my lips a centimeter above his, giggling as he strained. After he whimpered imploringly I showed him mercy, dipping my head and uniting our mouths, relishing the texture of his stubble against my face. As often as we embraced, no two smooches with Jordan Castro were alike, a phenomena I attributed to the number of romantic partners he'd been with before we met, a number I didn't desire to speculate at. The warmness and softness of his body, increasing as he discarded articles of clothing, melted away any remaining negativity I was harboring from the events of last night. His hands snuck underneath my shirt and wriggled it over my head. I unfastened my bra and smushed my breasts against his chest before he got a chance to look at them. I rolled onto my back, us continuing to kiss, as Jordan stripped to his underwear. I secretly slinked out of my panties so when we broke apart, my boyfriend gasped in elated surprise. My shaven cunt glistened in the dying sunlight slanting in from the window. "You are going to eat me out until I tell you that you can come up for air."
He laughed delightedly. "Yes ma'am," he answered with a wink. He army-crawled down the bed and I scooted up so my legs spread off the bed as he knelt on the carpet, burying his beautiful face in my pussy. I relaxed as best I could into my pillow, never before getting this far sexually with a boy and knowing I sometimes had trouble clearing my mind when masturbating.
Turns out there was nothing to worry about. Jordan's tongue swirled and flicked my sleek folds, my boyfriend proving he was skilled at pleasuring both pairs of a woman's lips. What made the encounter all the more affecting was the vigor with which he ate me out. It was as if he was a drowning man and my wetness was his air. He poked his head up when Charlie's patrol car pulled into the driveway but I shoved him back into his place. I scraped up a fistful of sheets to muffle my screams. Spurred on by new urgency, he sucked on the swollen nub that was my clit, licking up and down my slit rapidly at the same time. Another thirty seconds passed as he tipped me over the edge, both of my hands holding his face in place as I came hard inside his mouth. My entire body bucked back and forth, the ecstasy throttling my existence for everything I was worth. Then, all at once, everything faded to black.
When my eyelids fluttered open, I could tell by the lighting that it was morning. It startled me when I discovered Jordan asleep in my bed, murmuring incoherently in his slumber. I got to my feet and dressed in a pair of black pants and a baggy band t-shirt. I was in the bathroom applying makeup when my boyfriend arose and waltzed in, a log of morning wood leading the way.
"Does Charlie know you spent the night?"
"Yes. I explained you weren't feeling well at dinner and wanted to catch up on some rest. He was fine with me staying over."
"That's amazing. You must have truly charmed the pants off him."
"As I recall, that was you yesterday, love."
I splashed water from the sink at him. He ducked back into my bedroom to dress for the day. I offered him his choice of my wardrobe as many of my outfits were androgynous in style. When I finished my face I found him rocking my gray pair of sweats, a green Phoenix hoodie, and his white high top Nikes from yesterday. His erection had left the building, a fact I was disappointed about. I really felt ready to make love to him. I don't know what had gotten in the way. Well, I do: he had slapped me twice, and while he'd done so before, the abrupt transition caught me off guard. If only there was a word to tell him to pause, that everything was alright, that I enjoyed what he was doing, only to slow down….
I vocalized my question as he organized the remainder of his things. "That's a safe word," he explained. "I've never used one in my previous relationships, but you can certainly have one if you like." He asked what word I wanted and I replied that it didn't matter to me. "What about 'vampire'?" he vouched with a smirk.
"I don't get it."
"Nevermind," he said dismissively, making me feel excluded from an inside joke that soared over my head. "What about 'pepperoni'?"
"Okay."
We kissed for almost twenty minutes before Charlie pounded on the door, saying there were two bowls of Wheaties for us downstairs and we needed to leave within five minutes if we didn't want to be late. Both of us flew to the table, tossed back the cereal like shots of liquor, and sailed out the door. The last bell sounded as Jordan parked his bike. "Fuck!" he cursed, hurling his helmet at the cement, the ice causing it to ricochet back, narrowly missing his face. "Jesus Christ. God damn it. Sorry, Bells. Fuck."
"Shh baby," I cooed, cradling his head as he elected to sit on the curb. "Shouldn't we head to class?"
"Let's ditch. The final test on Great Expectations is tomorrow so all they'll be doing is reviewing anyway." He searched for something in the pocket of the hoodie before showing off a large, thick blunt. "Let's smoke this!"
I was aware Jordan smoked weed —he'd cracked a joke during the first week of knowing each other and disclosed the fact of his frequent use. I didn't mind, exactly, but I'd never spent time with him high to my knowledge, and I certainly hadn't ever smoked myself. "Put that away! There are security guards on campus, Jordan."
"Not in the woods," he pointed out, beginning to saunter backwards in that direction. "C'mon, sweetheart. Follow me. Here, girl." He whistled. "Heel, dog." I blushed and jogged to his side. "Good girl," he praised, scratching me behind the ear, and I barked quietly in gratitude. "Good dog. I apologize again for not establishing a safe word with you before our first time playing together. It would have been the first part of your training."
"I believe you, sir." It made much more sense that Jordan got caught up in the heat of the moment during our first few interactions than him not caring about my comfort level during our foreplay. If that were the case, he would've pressured me that night at the hotel.
I acted as his shadow as we blazed a trail into the thicket, stepping over the same fallen branches and stumbling into the same moss-covered rocks. Forks was a sharp contrast to Phoenix in that I could hear wildlife all around us: the scurrying of squirrels, screams from birds of prey circling above the canopy, even twigs snapping underfoot a larger animal somewhere in the distance. The way Jordan bobbed and weaved between the trees, grabbing and swinging on the branches, made him look like some sort of forest dweller himself. We walked until I judged us far enough away from Forks High School and then we both settled atop adjacent tree stumps. He pivoted the blunt between his lips as he turned his pockets inside out, presumably seeking a lighter. A blue one emerged from his back pocket and it required both of us working together, forming a shelter against the gusty breeze with cupped hands, to get the joint lit. Jordan dragged from the doobie until his eyes slanted shut, extending his arm in my direction as the smoke escaped his teeth.
"I don't know…. What's it like?"
"It'll make all your muscles relax. I like it because I can only think of one thing at a time. Let's see… well, everything is funnier. Music sounds better, food tastes better, time passes all wonky: five minutes feels like an hour and something that happened an hour before seems like it was thirty seconds ago. Just try it. Most people don't even get high their first time."
I eyed the smoldering length warily. The smoke itched my nose, like cooking hot peppers, taunting me to cough before I even inhaled any. With trepidation I received the burning baton, instantly intimidated by its unexpected weight. Jordan pantomimed hitting the blunt and I exhaled deeply, brought the marijuana to my lips, and drew the exhaust into my lungs. Of course I nearly coughed up a lung —that was unavoidable. It's difficult to describe but I felt a warm tingling starting in my nose, spreading inch by inch across my face…down my neck, my spine…following each limb to the digits at the end. It felt as if my body was vibrating gold from the inside out. "Wow."
"You feel it?"
"I feel something."
"Good!"
For the next twenty minutes the blunt bounced between us like a pinball. After three or four tokes my throat couldn't endure any more. My ears felt clogged and my depth perception had gone to shit. Jordan was laughing at something he'd said, pinching the still-alight roach in between his teeth, sucking the rest of the doobie's worth. He stomped it out on top of the stump as he stood. I blushed as he swaggered toward me, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. He pressed his body against me, my head around his eye line, and growled, "Bark." I obeyed. "Louder, we're in the forest. And don't stop until I tell you." I barked and barked, loud as I dared, adding some whimpers and yips when inspired. I slowly noticed Jordan's dick engorging and pressing insistently against my leg…it was very hot. He snickered, pleasant and low, wrapping me up in a giant hug. "You may stop."
"Thank you, Master, and thank you for the opportunity to amuse you." His cock twitched. I smiled —being a slave was so exquisitely satisfying. "Alright, now that my vertigo is nonexistent let's get to class. Not down for ditching all day."
"Anything you say, Miss Swan."
