Damn, guys. The chapter I thought was my worst actually got the most reviews. How the hell does that happen? But I guess that means that you people actually liked it! And I'm SO SORRY for that cliffhanger! Ugh, I'm such a bad person. But hopefully you can forgive me! :D And I hope this chapter makes up for that cruel cliffhanger. Thanks for the reviews, all of you. Seriously. I would die without them.
I have some wonderful people that this chapter is going to be dedicated to! Three actually. The first is CherryxSweet because of her wonderful, encouraging reviews. Thank you so much for all of your reviews. Love ya! :D The second is Homebody because you're so damn encouraging and I can't help but be flattered by your praise even though I don't deserve it. ;) I'm so afraid that I'll disappoint you because you guys have these expectations of me now. And last but certainly not least is a wonderful anonymous reviewer called KaraKalle!!! She's Italian (which I think is AMAZING because how often do you get someone from Italy to read your story? I mean really.) and I LOVED her review!!! So thank you for that and for the praise. It's good to know I've got a few people hooked so that they actually keep reading this silly story! And anyone that can read fanfictions that are not in their native language have my respect because I'm having a hard enough time with Spanish right now. What can I say, foreign languages hate me.
Also, since there was a request for more oral sex (lol) I'll work it in here. You know who you are that said that. ;) But since you were brave enough to ask, there will be more.
Warning: Edward is a changed man in the beginning of this chapter. He is going to be a tad bit dominant so be prepared. I'm not saying that I'm a master of writing dominant Edward (which I'm not because this is actually my first time writing it) but he's changed. He's a lot hotter. ;) This isn't full-blown dominant Edward but I guess you'll find out soon. Also, this is a very intense lemon. So enjoy!!!! :D
BPOV
The steering wheel pressed painfully into my back, digging into my skin. The pain mixed with the pleasure so seamlessly that I had a difficult time deciphering one from the other. I straddled Edward's lap as we sat in his car. I was completely naked now – panting and practically begging for his touch. The only scrap of clothing on him was his boxers, and my hands tried to tug them down. I had to see him, all of him.
His bronze hair was more tousled than usual but that was probably because I couldn't keep my hands from running through the silky locks. My eyes traveled south, drinking in the sight of his naked chest. He was perfect, flawless. His muscles were delicious when I leaned down to trail my tongue softly over them. I moaned just by tasting him.
In response, his hands tightened their grip on my waist. They came slowly up to brush across my breasts, thumbs flicking over my nipples. I melted in his strong touch – I was putty in his hands.
"Edward," I breathed softly, pressing my chest against his, moaning. "Please."
His lips crashed onto mine, eating my moans before they left my swollen lips. I wanted him to possess me, to fuck me so hard I would still feel his cock even when he had long since pulled out of me. His tongue took command of my mouth, dominating mine easily since I was willing to do anything he wanted. I would have done cartwheels for him if he asked me to. His hands pressed me back by my shoulders into the steering wheel almost painfully as his teeth began to scrape and bite my nipples, being thorough with each one. I gasped as liquid fire coursed through my veins and that heavy weight settled in the pit of my stomach. I couldn't touch him for he was holding me securely. That was agony – not being able to touch his heavenly, godly body. It was pure sin.
"By the time I'm finished with you, you will be begging for my cock," he growled, sucking my nipple into his mouth. What was he talking about? I was already begging for it! But I had neither the strength nor the breath to speak. All I could do was moan. "You will be writhing and screaming for me to fuck you senseless. And if you're a good girl, you might get what you want. But you must obey me first."
My eyes snapped open in shock to stare at Edward. His expression was a mix of concentration and desire. There was no trace of smile on his lips. He wasn't joking. I tried to make myself feel anything but this raging lust that was building up inside me – to feel dread or anxiety because he would force me to obey him. But what was the use? I was already willing to do anything for him. As long as I could just feel him inside me.
"Are you going to be a good little girl and act according to my instructions?" he prompted, refusing to so much as kiss me. He pulled back and stared into my wide eyes.
"Anything," I vowed. And I meant it. I was pretty sure that if he wanted me to run naked around town, I'd do it gladly.
"I want you to be quiet as I fuck you. Understood?"
I stared at him blankly. Was he serious?
"Do you understand me, Bella? Otherwise I can simply drop you off at your dorm and head back home."
Panic surfaced inside me. "Yes, I understand," I managed, my voice barely more than a squeak. "Just don't leave."
"Then you must be quiet."
I nodded vigorously. When his lips descended onto my breast once more, I nearly wept with relief. Going a whole day without release was harder than I realized. I craved his touch, ached for the feel of his skin against mine. God, I needed him more than air!
He rolled his tongue around my left nipple, allowing his teeth to scrape my skin almost violently. But the pain quickly turned to pleasure, collecting in the pit of my stomach densely. My nails scratched his back roughly. I wondered vaguely if I might be hurting him. But we were marking each other, branding each other possessively. He was mine, and I was his. No one else could make me feel this way, no one else could make me melt to little more than a puddle of water with a single kiss.
His hand ran down my sweating body to my soaking, dripping pussy and I cried out weakly. He immediately stopped and drew back his hand. I instantly regretted my outburst. He was serious, then, about me keeping silent. I don't know why he wanted it so badly but I knew that if I was to get him inside me, that was the only way. I nodded to show that I understood and he quickly moved his hand back.
This time, when he lightly grazed his fingers over me, I bit back a moan so hard that I tasted the blood in my mouth. He pinched my nub roughly in between his thumb and forefinger and rolled. My eyes rolled back in my head and I stiffened. While his right hand continued it's teasing and torturing of my lower region, he used his left hand to massage my backside. Never once did those intense green eyes waver from mine. He lightly traced my folds with his index finger, now allowing his eyes to look at him. His eyes feasted on my hot, aching core. Without warning, he thrust two fingers inside him.
I gasped, unable to hold it back, before quickly biting back my groan. My hips bucked up to meet his hand, hoping to create some friction. But that only made him stop. He wanted me to be still too? Was that even possible?
He answered my unspoken question. "Be still also, Bella." His voice was calm, entirely too calm for my liking, but I didn't say anything. "Tonight," he continued, "I am going to possess you. You are mine and no one else's."
I closed my eyes and waited for him to continue. But his hand stayed still, pressed against my clit.
"Say it, Bella. Tell me who you belong to," he ordered, his voice literally dripping sex.
"I'm yours," I said breathlessly. "I belong to you."
"Can anyone else make you scream for their cock like I can?"
"No."
"Does anyone else love you like I do?"
"Definitely not."
So quickly that I didn't have time to react, his hand began to pump me so fast I almost came right away. He angled his hand so that it hit a new spot and I moaned. But he didn't seem to mind, thankfully. My hands grasped his shoulders and I began to move my hips with his hand, gasping in rhythm with his movements. He licked a long line up from my collarbone to my ear before biting my ear.
When I was sure I'd explode from the orgasm that was about to slam into me, he suddenly stop. I whimpered as he removed his hands from my pussy that was screaming for release. It was cruel to bring me this far and simply leave me when I was so close.
"Edward, please!" I gasped.
"Beg me, Bella. Beg me to fuck your lights out."
I barely managed to open my eyes enough to watch him bring his hand up and lick it, slurping up my spilt juices. I moaned loudly and shut my eyes again, one step closer to release from watching him taste me on his hand like that. "God, Edward, please fuck me. Oh God, I can't stand it anymore. Please! Fuck the shit out of me."
I didn't even know how he got rid of his boxers so fast, but suddenly he was completely naked beneath me as I straddled his lap. He lifted me up and positioned me over his rock-hard dick, the tip brushing my pussy delicately. Then he simply dropped me onto him.
Oh.
God.
I cried out loudly, my back arching. Edward groaned deeply from low in his chest. It wasn't smooth at all. In fact, it was very rough and it should have been painful. But it was exactly what I wanted. Instantly, that pain was transferred to pleasure. It was as if my brain had been wired wrong. Everything that was supposed to hurt, actually increased the ecstasy building within me, threatening to break loose. It was the first time I'd had sex with Edward while sitting down so how was I to know that the angle of penetration would be so much……deeper? He was touching places I never even knew I had, much less that he could reach.
His hands lifted my up by my waist once more before dropping me onto him again. I moaned once more.
"Fuck, Bella, you're so tight……so wet and hot," he growled, sucking my neck as he continued to lift me up and drop me. That one sentence had the power to make me wetter than ever. And now that he was inside me, it was making the movements between us less rough, smoother. But I wanted the roughness, I wanted that pain that was pleasure. I needed it.
He reached down and rubbed my bundle of nerves as I moved above him. I gasped in shock; he had never done that before. Oh, but God, I loved it.
I came so hard that my body shook violently and I bit down on his shoulder to keep from screaming bloody-murder. I felt him release inside me, his chest shuddering from his release. After a few seconds, he lifted me off him.
"Time for round two," he said wickedly, pulling me into the backseat with him. I squealed in surprise as he pulled me into the surprisingly large seat. The cold leather felt strange against my heated flesh.
"What?" I demanded.
His eyes were serious as a heart attack when he spoke once more, without any trace of humor. "You didn't think I was actually going to let you off with one fucking, did you?"
I stared in shock at him.
"Isabella Swan, I intend to make you sore for the next three days. I thought I already told you I was going to make you cum so many times in this car that you wouldn't be able to think straight for a week. Or don't you remember?" He pressed me back onto the seat so that I was lying horizontal as he hovered over me. "One orgasm isn't nearly enough, Bella. Your body is at my will now and I fully intend to take advantage of that."
He crawled down my body and spread my legs. I was fully aware of the fact that I was once more wet for him. And he hadn't even done anything yet! With my knees bent and widely spread, he didn't start where I thought he was going to. His lips pressed softly to the inside of my ankle, trailing North. I shivered in anticipation. He kissed the inside of both my knees before finally looking at my core.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Bella, you're already so wet for me, dripping in fact. Does the mere thought of me tongue-fucking you made you so ready for me?"
My eyes rolled back in my head and I arched. He breathed out suddenly and the cool air blew over the place between my legs. I was now panting so hard for breath that my lungs burned. I raised my hips up, searching for his hand or mouth. But he quickly slammed them back onto the leather seat with his strong hands, still managing to not hurt me.
"Is the reality any better than your fantasy?" he asked conversationally as he traced patterns into the skin on my hip, dangerously close to my core.
"Oh yes," I answered passionately. But I was upset that he continued to tease me so I quickly moved my hips over, causing his finger to accidentally dip inside me. I moaned softly.
"Bella, you naughty, naughty girl," he said, voice stern. "You weren't supposed to move. Now I'm going to have to punish you. I'm going to have to punish you severely."
I had never heard anything so sexy in my entire life. "Yes, punish me, Edward," I said breathlessly, not caring that I sounded as if I had permanent problems achieving oxygen.
"You really shouldn't have said that."
Then he reached down and pinched my clit between his fingers. Hard. I gasped and arched. Why did that feel so damn good?? I groaned as he scraped his fingernail over my hot, wet folds, my juices gathering on the end of his finger. Then he slowly reached up and sucked it off his finger, allowing his tongue to lap around his own finger. My mind spiraled down into the gutter as I thought about all those things that his tongue could be doing inside me. I nearly came by my own dirty thoughts.
Holding my hips securely to the leather seat, he leaned down and plunged his tongue deep inside me. I lost track of how many times I'd gasped because of him. Slowly, torturing me, he began to lightly lick the lips of my core before tracing the inside. My hands clutched his hair tightly, pulling him closer to me.
Then he went faster, lapping at me like a man thirsting to death. He drank at me until I was sure I was dry. Suddenly, I felt myself cum right into his waiting mouth. He licked every drop up and finished with my thighs, creating delicious aftershocks in me. Without pausing, he thrust his granite cock into my cunt.
He groaned as he hovered over my sweating body. His own skin glistened from our exertion. I leaned up and licked a salty bead of sweat off his chest. He hissed and looked down at me. "Fuck, Bella. How do you do this to me?" He was so quiet that I was sure he was talking to himself so I didn't answer. I grinned up at him and pushed my hips towards him.
This time, his voice was louder. "How do you like my dick inside your tight pussy?" he asked. "Tell me how hard you want me to fuck you."
This was all so familiar. It was like before when he said he wanted to fuck my lights out. Just remembering those lusty words dripping off his tongue made me moan. "I want you to fuck the shit out of me." I was beyond embarrassment. All I knew was this insane desire inside me, this insane desire to taste and bite his skin, marking him mine for eternity.
He slid slowly inside me, teasing. He went so slowly that I was sure it would take ten hours for him to get completely inside me. Impatiently, I pushed myself onto him. He growled as our hips collided roughly. I felt his balls slap softly against my rear from our movements. He pressed his lips against mine, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I kissed him back passionately and moved my hips in a circle, eliciting a groan from his chest.
He pulled out of me quickly before slowly entering me again. God, he was determined on teasing me today, wasn't he?! I groaned in frustration and swirled my hips once again around his cock, causing it to rub against my walls deliciously.
Then he began to plunge quickly inside me so fast and rough that I screamed out, even though I hadn't experienced this orgasm yet. He slammed into me so hard that it almost hurt. Instead of cringing away as any sane woman would have, I lifted my hips to meet him, craving more. Needing more.
He began to murmur my name in a soft mantra as he thrust into me. "Bella. Bella. Bella."
I wrapped my legs around his back and brought him closer still to me. It was ridiculous how that little motion changed how his dick felt inside me. With my legs around his back he went deeper. So deep that I was convinced he was touching my heart.
I screamed once again when he released into me and I came. Fireworks exploded in my sight and I was lost to the pleasure. I couldn't even feel my limbs or any part of my body, all I could feel was Edward's member deep inside me and his sweat dripping onto my breasts.
Afterwards, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled my back against his chest. We lay in his backseat for what seemed like hours as I watched the windows un-fog. Hopefully, no one had gotten suspicious and tried to see inside the car. They would certainly get the sight of a lifetime!
EPOV
She was too good to be true, my Bella. All I wanted was to pleasure her, any pleasure I got in return was a bonus. I brushed back her dark hair and kissed her neck. She shivered in anticipation, causing her rear to rub against my soft penis. That slight friction caused me to instantly harden. My arms were around her waist, the bottoms of her breasts brushing my forearm gently. She shifted again, and caused me groan. There was no way she couldn't feel my hard dick.
She giggled and turned so that her chest was pressed to mine, looking into my eyes. "Getting excited again, are we?" she said, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, can you blame me?" I replied, grinning. "I've got this insanely beautiful, naked woman in my arms and her ass is rubbing against my cock. It's not my fault that I'm a man."
She smiled and blushed darkly. My hand brushed her cheek and I sighed, knowing she should go soon. She needed her sleep in order to stay healthy. "You have to go soon, Bella. You need your sleep," I said reluctantly.
"But what if I don't want to leave," she pouted, sticking her lower lip out. I laughed despite myself and licked that delicious lip lightly with my tongue. Immediately, she blushed and pressed her lips to mine. When we surfaced for air a long time later, I glanced at the clock that was low on the dashboard of my car. It said 1:23. I sighed. If we didn't get to bed soon, I couldn't promise that I'd be able to let her go. Maybe I would just kidnap her and take her somewhere far away, like New York so no one would find us.
She finally got up and I couldn't help but watch her as she dressed. My eyes followed her hands as she drew her shorts up her legs. I had to swallow before I literally started drooling over her. I realized that I had ripped her panties, so those were impossible to put on.
Grinning, I picked up the dark blue panties with light blue clouds on them. They almost looked childish. "These are my favorite so far," I said, winking at her.
She blushed and put on her bra, hiding her beautiful breasts from me. Then came her top. I sighed as I looked at my now fully clothed Bella. The next time I had her at my house, I would make sure that she didn't wear anything the whole time she was there. I watched her walk slowly up the front steps to the front door to her dorm. She turned back and waved wistfully and I waved back.
I drove quickly home and was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.
"Eddie-poo! Time for schoolie-poo!" an annoyingly familiar voice said in a singsong voice. I groaned and threw my pillow at whoever-it-was. "Ouch! Watch where you throw that thing. It almost killed me!"
I opened my eyes slightly to see Emmett standing in my doorway. "What are you talking about? Pillows can't kill people."
"Yes, they can. Haven't you ever heard about suffocation?!"
"I seriously doubt that a pillow's going to suffocate you in one second," I muttered, sitting up only to find that I had a very apparent erection and my boxers were soaked. I quickly bunched the blankets up over my crotch area.
"Too late, horndog, I already seen that. You've been having wet dreams about Bella again, haven't you?"
"Shut up, Emmett."
"I really need a dollar for every time someone says that," he muttered. "Anyway. I was just coming by to see if you wanted to skip school today. We could always go down to the pool."
"I'm not missing art," I replied shortly. Actually, I didn't want to miss Bella but I wasn't going to tell Emmett that and have him start teasing again. He was really just a big kid, but that didn't mean it was okay to provoke him into it.
"Then you can just come down to the pool and head back up to art class when it's time. Simple as that, bro!" He laughed as I continued to hold the blankets in my lap.
"Why not?" I muttered.
"I knew you'd want to!" He threw some clothes at me and told me to get dressed. "Besides, I have a feeling you'll like the surprise I got you."
"Hold on." I froze and stared at him. "Surprise? I seriously hope you haven't done what I think you've done."
"Why, I have no idea what you're talking about, best friend," he replied innocently, batting his eyelashes. Yep, something was definitely up.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Emmett. What did you do?" I demanded, stepping into my jeans.
"Oh, Eddie. Stop worrying. If I wanted to pull a prank on you I wouldn't be so obvious about it," he said, grinning. "Let's go!!"
I grabbed my swimming trunks thinking, what the hell, and finished getting ready before I followed a very suspicious Emmett out the door.
Okay, guys. Hoped you liked it! So what's Emmett planning?!?!?!?! lol. What do you guys think he's planning, I'd be interested to know. ;) Of course, I already know but if you're right I might tell you. Hope you guys liked that first half of the chapter that was pure lemon. Tell me if you liked or thought it was awful! :D
So review please!!!!! Pretty please?
-Oriana
