Edward Cullen: Confessions of a Love Sick Geek ~SoapyMayhem

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Chapter 14 ~* Cockblocking Bastard *~

~*Bella Swan*~

"Fuck. That feels so good, Edward," I moaned as his tongue delved into the hot depths of my sex. He simply hummed in response. The action sent jolts of electricity straight to my nipples.

His talented tongue began to dart rapidly, twisting, and curving in the most delicious way. I knew he was teasing me. Carefully, he avoided my clit and since his tongue couldn't reach my G-spot, all he was doing was working me to the edge over and over, only to pull me back each time I got too close.

"Please," I moaned.

Looking up from the apex of my thighs, his gorgeous green eyes met mine. They were sparking with laughter and lust. What a bastard, he was doing it on purpose.

"Come on, baby," I whined pleadingly.

Thankfully, his hand moved. I leaned back relaxing, thankful that I was finally going to have his awesome fingers on my clit. Only he never quite made it… I felt a cool finger suddenly slide against my ass cheeks. I tensed a bit before sitting up to look at him for confirmation that he was actually going to touch me there.

We hadn't tried anything like that together, and I had only experimented a few times with toys. I wasn't opposed per se, but I thought it was something better discussed beforehand rather than in the heat of the moment. My apprehension didn't seem to faze him as he slipped closer to my rear entrance.

Suddenly vibrations kicked in and started buzzing against my fucking ass. What the fuck!

I jolted out of the bed only to find that I was alone. I looked back at the offending object that had violated me. Realization dawned as I noticed the toys in the middle of my bed. I must have fallen asleep right after masturbating, because I hadn't put away Gumby or my little finger vibe. Through my tossing and turning, the little vibrator somehow ended up under my ass. Then when I tensed, the switch must have turned on. Damn thing scared the hell out of me.

I checked my alarm, and realized I still had half an hour before it was time to get ready. It had been such an awesome dream too, up until my anal invasion that is. I pouted a bit before working up the nerve to masturbate, intentionally this time. That was when I noticed my cell on my nightstand and got a devilish idea.

Since Charlie announced that he was taking an earlier shift to be home when I arrived from school, my illicit activities with Edward had taken a nose dive into the almost non-existent territory. We had been tempted to return to the bleachers during lunch, until an underclassman was caught smoking pot there. Since then, the area had become off limits to students. It was too risky anyway.

I had tried to give him road head a few times but it always seemed that by the time his cock was about to brush against my lips we'd pass a police cruiser or get caught by a traffic light.

Ever since our 'accidental' sleepover, Charlie had been conveniently home to make sure that Edward and I stayed downstairs with him. He must have gotten to Esme and Carlisle as well, because every time I'd gone to see Edward, Esme would ask us to help with dinner. Then we'd all play Monopoly or Scrabble together, instead of retreating to the bedroom.

To make things even more frustrating, Edward hadn't come any closer to figuring out a plan for us to be able to spend an entire night together either. If things kept going like they were, we weren't going to be able to make love unless we made it a quickie somewhere before school in his car or something. Things were getting desperate.

I looked out the window and noticed Charlie had left for work. One of the benefits of him coming home early was that he had to go to work early too.

I had a feeling that Edward was probably still asleep, but I knew I could make it worth his while to wake up.

I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my cell.

One ring…

Two rings…

Three rings…

"Hello," Edward answered groggily.

"Good morning, baby," I whispered not wanting to sound too harsh to his tired ears.

"Bella," he still sounded tired but I could hear the smile in his voice when he said my name.

"I figured you'd still be asleep, but please don't be mad at me. It's just… I had a dream about you and I needed to hear your voice."

"I don't mind. Are you okay? Was it bad?" he asked warily though a yawn.

"I wouldn't say that it was bad…" I trailed off not wanting to disclose the embarrassing part of my dream. The part where I thought he tried to stick a vibrator up my ass without asking.

"Actually it was quite the opposite of bad. You had your tongue between my legs, so take that however you like," I smirked as he simultaneously gasped, at the sexual turn the call had taken.

"You dream about me… like that?" he asked incredulous.

"Mmhmm, do you… you know… about me?" I replied purposely playing coy.

"Umm… yeah, sometimes," he replied bashful. I imagined the tips of his perfect ears were tinted red.

"Tell me?"

"Oh, umm… well I… Bella," he groaned, embarrassed. His shyness was my undoing, but I really wanted Edward to come out of his shell. I fantasized about hearing him talk dirty to me, his velvet voice thick with need. It made me wet just thinking about it.

"Please, I told you mine. Just one," I begged knowing he couldn't resist.

He paused and I knew he was thinking too hard. I hoped he wasn't trying to find a way to edit his dirty fantasies. I had seen the animalistic and slightly dominating side of Edward come out so I knew he had it in him.

"A few nights ago, I dreamed you used your mouth on me in the shower," he admitted quickly.

Ahh, the shower.

That shower would certainly hold some fond memories. It had been the backdrop for a few of my dreams recently, as well.

"Mmm, that sounds so good. I wish I had you in my mouth right now. If I did…" he groaned loudly, "…then I'd use my tongue to trace the head of your beautiful cock." I smirked, knowing the effect I had on him.

"Bella, what are you… are you… are we going to have… umm phone sex?" he asked quietly almost in disbelief.

"Depends, are you touching yourself yet?" I asked seductively.

"Yeah… I… I couldn't help it. Are you… you know?" Edward sounded unsure. It was adorable.

"I am now," I purred, and his breathing stuttered. My fingers made their way to my already soaked core, finding it hot and slick. I began rubbing lazily, building up a slow burn.

"What do you want to do to me, Edward?" I asked pleading. I needed him to tell me what he wanted, so badly.

"I… want to…" he trailed off.

"Anything, I'm yours," I promised, and I meant it.

"I want… I want to be inside you," he said so quietly I almost didn't hear.

"Yes… I want that too. We're going to be so amazing together. What else? How do you imagine it happening?" I asked hopefully. I wanted him to open up so badly.

"God, I want you so much, Bella - for so long. In my dreams, I've had you so many ways, I can't decide which one I want to try first," he admitted, his voice a bit hoarse. It was my turn to gasp. I hadn't expected him to be that forthcoming.

"God, baby, I want you too. Tell me… please. Try picturing us together and describe what's happening," I pleaded, wanting so badly to get off on the images he could create for me and the sound of his voice as he described it all.

"Okay… umm, I see you in the distance through the trees. It's sunny out and you're lying on a pallet of blankets and pillows in the middle of our meadow. You're only wearing a thin silky robe, but it's open, because you want to feel the sun warming your body. You can't see me, but I am watching you. Your hand slides down to… to y-your… umm… p-pussy. I… I can't just stand there and watch you from the trees any longer. I'm approaching you slowly. For a second, you're startled, but then relax when you realize it's me. Your bright eyes look at me and see exactly how much I want you. I lay down beside you, and because I want to be the one to make you come, I let my mouth replace your fingers. Your taste is heaven. I'll never get enough," he admitted his desires, through a ragged breath.

He was good at this. I was shocked that he'd painted such a vivid image in my mind.

"Please, tell me more," I begged as my finger circled my clit, imaging his hot mouth.

"I'm using my fingers and tongue on you. My fingers slide in easily, because you're wet for me. In my fantasies, you're always wet for me."

He couldn't fathom the truth in his statement. It didn't matter where I was, as soon as I thought of him a flash flood would happen in my panties. I wondered if it was possible to become dehydrated from getting wet as often as I had because of him.

"You're so hot and tight around my fingers, that I almost cum just from the idea of my cock being inside. Fuck, Bella. I am so hard for you, no one else," he rasped, and I wondered if he was about to go primal on me the way he had after he opened my hope chest.

"More, baby. Please, I need to hear how you fuck me," I half-moaned, half-spoke.

"Christ, Bella. I… fuck, I'm kissing my way up your body, making sure to pay special attention to your perfect breasts. Then, I kiss your lips, coaxing your mouth open and sliding in my tongue. You moan…" I did "… our hands are in each other's hair tangling as we pull each other closer and closer. You help me remove my clothing. Then we are skin against skin, lips against lips, pulses racing and hearts beating, so close."

It wasn't the dirty talk I had expected, but beautiful poetic lyrics that caressed me like warm silk. The sweet words his mouth produced were in direct contrast to the hoarse need, and the heavy panting that laced his voice.

"I am hovering over you. You open your body to me, and I enter. God, you feel so good when I slide in and out of you."

"God Edward, you're so big, and thick. You make me feel so good. Fuck, I'm gonna come soon."

"Shit, you're driving me crazy. It feels so good. I love you so much, baby."

"Fuck… Edward… love you!" I cried as my body quivered in release.

"Bella!" he shouted through his own powerful release.

The school day went much like the others had the first week. It was finally Friday, and Edward and I had the whole weekend to try to figure out a plan. Maybe we could escape to the meadow and spend the day there acting out his fantasy. I decided that I'd have to ask him about that. I wondered if maybe he'd be open to changing our plans.

I made it through the first few classes with little issue. Tanya managed a few sneers, while Jessica and Lauren remained civil. Gossip about Edward had quieted, and though the whole puking incident never surfaced, people seemed to realize that Edward was with me and not Tanya. I still had to watch my temper though, as there were underclassmen around that thought it was okay to make eyes at my man. They obviously didn't know about my reputation when it came to Edward, but I couldn't just go around threatening and punching people.

I knew I was as possessive as hell, but I had fucked up too many times in the past. From my relationship with Jake to leaving Edward for his own good, I wasn't about to risk losing him again. Knowing he shared my feelings helped me relax quite a bit too.

The thought of him loving me was simply indescribable. He was my soul mate – from best friend to boyfriend, and now soon to be lover. My heart clenched at the idea.

The day was almost over and Edward and I had been sitting in our shared study hall writing sexy little notes as usual. When suddenly they took a turn from – You have the prettiest cock ever! to Bella, what would you like for your birthday?I had no idea. Honestly, I had never been one for gifts, because I preferred to give more than receive. Knowing that he'd get me something no matter what, I decided to contemplate his question. That was when an idea popped into my head.

Do you plan on getting anymore tattoos?

Yeah, I guess so… why?

I want one, and I want you to design it for me, for my birthday. I thought you might want another and we could go together.

Bella, I'd take you even if I wasn't getting one myself, and I'd love to design something for you. That would be an amazing honor.

The idea of having your mark on my body is highly erotic… I want you so bad.

Shit! Let's get the fuck out of here and go to my place. Mom is in Seattle again and Dad won't be home till after 6p.m.

The final bell rang just in time. Ever the efficient one, Edward had already packed up our belongings. He refused to let me carry my own backpack. I wanted to be annoyed, but it was just too sweet, and besides, he was much more equipped than I was.

With both hands full, he walked toward the door I held for him. He grinned at me – it made me want to rip his jeans off.

Once we had exited the building, the humidity was stifling. When the heat hit Edward's cool glasses, they fogged. I couldn't take my eyes off of him, so I noticed his predicament immediately.

"Come here," I giggled, as he struggled to fix the issue with both our bags in hand. He smiled sheepishly as I removed that frames from his face. He was so beautiful, almost inhumanly so. Before I could stop myself, I captured his lips with mine. It had been too long since we last had this connection.

I almost chuckled when I heard him drop our bags so he could wrap his arms around me.

"Eww!"

Edward and I both turned around to glare at Alice, and her unwelcome intrusion.

"We've seen you and Jasper suck face plenty of times, so get over it," Edward spouted. She gasped.

My pride swelled, for him. I had never heard him stand up to Alice before. I gave Edward's perfect ass my squeeze of approval. His hips bucked into mine on reflex – it made me think of sex. We needed to get to his house fast.

"We gotta go Alice, but I'll call you," I shouted while grabbing our bags and pulling my stunned boyfriend along quickly.

The drive home felt like years.

God, how I wished I'd worn a skirt, when his fingers rubbed the seam of my jeans. I looked up to see his face, and I almost laughed when I noticed Edward's focused gaze on the road ahead. He was trying very hard to pay attention, while he teased me. I knew that couldn't take any more distraction, so I kept my hands to myself.

Finally, we were in his driveway. Edward would normally park in the garage, but we were too horny to wait for the door to open. He pulled the car close to the front entrance and we ran inside. In seconds Edward had me against the door. Our tongues battled for dominance, as his fingers flicked open the buttons on my jeans. There was no stopping the cries that escaped my lips when his hand slipped into my panties.

"Fuck… you're so damn wet!" he groaned into my mouth.

"Let's go upstairs," I managed through a ragged breath. We rushed up the stairs together hand in hand, and I couldn't help but remember us going down Rosalie's stairs in the same fashion, just a week earlier. Things had progressed so quickly. It was then that I knew we needed to wait a while longer. Edward wasn't some boy to fulfill my unusually high libido, he wasn't meant to be devoured. I wanted to cherish him, love him, and be loved by him. I hadn't really been too thrilled by the idea of waiting a month, but the more I thought about it, the more I knew, that for Edward, I'd wait forever.

He opened the bedroom door for me and had me back against the wall. His feverish kisses began to match my slower pace. Our mouths met languidly, while his hand smoothed the bunched material my waist, with caresses and soft circles. The planes of his back were hard and smooth, but I needed to feel his skin under my fingertips.

I peeled the tight t-shirt from his body before he removed my shirt and bra. He hugged me firmly to him, and it was just as he'd described it in his fantasy – his skin against my skin, his lips against my lips, our pulses racing and hearts beating, so close. I wanted him inside me, but I could wait. All I needed was to be near him, to have him close.

His lips moved from mine to the hollow of my ear, then trailed down my neck and collarbone. The only sounds were his quiet gasps and the moan of pure pleasure that escaped my lips as his hot tongue traced a circle around my right nipple. I arched into him, feeling the evidence of his erection on my hip. I needed him so badly.

He slid my already open jeans down my legs before I scrambled to remove his. My fingers ached to touch him, but I couldn't move as I felt his hands like fire on my thighs as he parted them.

Time meant nothing. There was only his touch, the same touch that was fanning the flames of desire building in my hot depths.

I watched with rapt attention as his fingers hooked around my panties and slid them off slowly. His eyes were full of wonder. It was as if he'd just unwrapped the most perfect gift. Spread before him, I could feel embarrassed, or vulnerable, but his hungry eyes made me feel wanted. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. It was obvious what he wanted when I noticed his pink tongue peeking out to moisten his full lips.

There was a high probability that my knees would go weak, and I'd fall over, so I braced myself against the wall. With one hand on the door knob and the other in his hair, I steadied myself. His hair was like silk under my fingertips. I couldn't help but want to run my fingers through it, but I wouldn't risk losing my balance.

"Oh, God," I cried as his licked all the way up my slit. He was being greedy. There was none of teasing that he'd done in my dream. This time, he went straight for my clit. Sucking and swirling until my thighs began to shake.

"Fuck… oh fuck. Edward, oh God," I moaned as I came on his mouth with a soul-shattering intensity.

Once I was no longer quivering Edward lifted my weak form and carried me to his bed. He hovered over me staring deeply into my eyes.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you," I smiled happily.

His kiss was deep and thorough. My legs parted and wrapped around him. The cotton of his boxers was the only barrier between us as he began to grind his thick cock against my aching sex. It ached for him - for another release. He was grinding so hard and fast, that it was only a matter of time before I got it.

"Fuck… Bella," he groaned quietly while building up speed.

"Edward, why in the hell didn't you wake my ass up when you got home… oh fuck!" Emmett bellowed while opening Edward's unlocked door.

"Shit!" Edward cried in shock.

Simultaneously, a few things happened. My leg's grip on him tightened forcing the buttons on his boxers to snap, releasing his cock. In his attempt to cover me he lost his balance. His full weight lurched forward forcing his cock to slip inside my slick entrance.

"Oh Christ," I screamed at the glorious penetration.

Edward's face and body froze, his expression a mask of both pure bliss and utter torture.

Emmett's departure was signaled by the sound of the door slamming shut.

There was a war in both our eyes. I could hardly fight the need to pull him the rest of the way in, but at the same time throw him off of me and cover my naked body in shame that his brother had seen us. Edward's will power must have been stronger because once his eyes widened in realization, he slipped out of me faster than I could blink.

What the fuck were we supposed to do now?

One thing was certain, I wanted to fucking murder Emmett Cullen.

A/N

Please don't kill me. I know that was a horrible place to stop, but EPOV is so necessary from this point on.

Please check out my new fic Losing It - Bella has been rejected by the one guy she's been saving herself for. Now she is on a mission to lose her virginity!

Chapters are short and there will be a few updates a week until it's done. Mostly BPOV, but I will throw in an occasional EPOV only because I can't resist.

It's awards season, and much to my surprise Confessions of a Serial Killer has been recognized by The Shimmer Awards as a nominee in the Blood Award category for Best Horror. I would like to thank those who nominated this story as well as Confessions of a Love Sick Geek for the Outtake Award for Best Comedy and Undisclosed Desires for The Quickie Award for best O/S and a Golden Lemon for Best Group Sex.

I would absolutely love to win but simply being nominated was honor enough for me!

For the sake of quick posting, I will not be doing any recs this week. I have already asked for everyone to read and vote for Undisclosed Desires and Confessions of a Serial Killer.

Finally, Happy Valentine's Day to all, and don't forget to lock the door, when you're getting it on. You never know who might wander in!