…'Meyer' made the mold…but we are all here to break it…lol…

Chapter 25

DRIP.

DRIP.

Christ…

When did he turn into such a pansy ass? Fucking Jackson. The dude was lucky that Edward was not riding his own 'pansy ass' so hard right now, too. Edward knew how tightly Nikki gripped him by his balls. He should count himself lucky by all standards.

Fuckwad.

Standing up straight from the bathroom sink, Edward reached for a hand cloth to wipe his face and hands. He braced his hands on the sink's edge and stared at himself. His eyes looked pinched, worried.

She had better call him soon.

He was going to kill that god damn limo driver, too.

Tossing the now-damp cloth into the hamper, he reached for the handle and swung open the door, walking across the hall and back into his office. He noticed his drink sitting at the center of his extremely organized desk and sent a silent prayer to whomever for having delivered it so quickly. He needed it.

Walking over and around the fine black lacquered wood, he pulled his chair out a little and sank into it, glancing at his wall clock…again…as he reached for the drink.

It was almost eleven o'clock now.

He closed his eyes and brought the glass to his lips and took a huge swallow, then set it back down and relaxed back into his chair, waiting for the burn to hit his stomach.

Nice.

He heard the small sound of a feminine throat clear itself softly. "You know you have been a bad boy, Edward."

His eyes flew open and darted around to where he heard her voice.

"Don't think for a second that you can get away with it, either."

He watched as she moved out from her semi-concealed spot behind his open door. She stopped and shut it closed. And then she pressed the lock.

His breath left him in a whoosh.

"Bella, wh-"

"Nuh uh." She reached and turned the overhead light off, leaving the small desk lamp as the only source of light. "You just sit right there and listen, alright?" Starting toward him, her flip-flop caught on the carpet and she stumbled over her own footing, barely catching herself before she lost her balance. When her footing was steady again, she allowed her eyes to glance briefly at his amused ones as she bite her lower lip, her face heating up in embarrassment.

Edward's hand had moved to cover the smile so obviously on his face, trying with all his might not to laugh at her.

Fantastic! Get a grip, Swan! Don't fuck this up!

Squaring her shoulder's, Bella took a deep breath and started again, walking a few steps toward his desk and moving her hands to finger down the buttons of her coat. "You know, I thought it would be a little bit chillier this time of year in the Big Apple. Color me surprised when people started giving me funny looks for dressing in this coat…with my flip flops."

He glanced down and stared at her feet as she moved closer, now within just a couple of feet from where he sat. He swiveled his chair to face her, noticing the fresh coat of deep blood-red nail polish she sported on her dainty toenails as he watched her shuck the shoes off to the side of his desk.

Mmm.

"But that's enough about me. Let's get back to you." His eyes whipped back up to her own dark chocolate ones. He licked his lips, trying with all his might to remain seated and keep quiet. His entire body wanted to twitch.

What the fuck is she doing to me?

She reached her arm out and grabbed his half-empty glass, bringing it to her lips to drink down the remaining portion as she continued to watch him. She saw his hand start to reach for her and moved back just a step. He stilled immediately, not knowing if he wanted to grab her and hug the living hell out of her…or spank her for making him worry all night.

She looked at his eyes, which seemed a little volatile she thought, and turned around and watched him from over her shoulder.

He swallowed thickly.

Her body thrilled at his reaction. She hadn't even really begun yet.

I am so gonna ROCK this.

Moving her hand to her coat's top button, she spoke low and soft to him as she began to undo the fastenings, "You see, I was informed by the lovely flight attendant, Senna, that I would not be granted the presence of a fellow flying companion during my long…non-stop…first class flight to New York. That, of course, led to more than five-hours-plus of having to fantasize about you. It was…how shall I say this…uncomfortable." She let her words hover as her eyes dropped down to his crotch. She thought she saw it move.

He squirmed.

Inner fist pump. Yes!

Finished with the last button now, she kept her eyes on his face as she let the coat fall back off her shoulders…revealing to his roving eyes the soft thin pink spaghetti straps of her tank.

He licked his lips.

She let the coat fall to the floor, her matching cheekies staring him right in the face.

The words I 'Heart' New York were printed across the fabric, but the 'heart' was formed with puckered red lips.

He groaned long and low.

She turned on her toes and faced him, and his eyes darted to stare at her perky nipples. The same puckered red-lipped heart was printed right in between them. The tank cupped just under the lower curves of each breast, accentuating their perfect, round shape for him.

"Fuck, Bella! Don't you ever wear a bra?" Involuntarily, Edward tried to stand up, but Bella used both of her hands to push him back down into the chair by his shoulders, then she straddled him, watching his eyes as he continued to lose a little more control of himself. She answered with a grin and an almost silent, "Not if I can help it, nope."

He was shaking. He didn't know what to do with his hands.

His eyes were darting from her eyes, down to her tits where her nipples said 'hello', down to her exposed mid-drift and bare thighs where she straddled his own, and back up to her eyes only to do it all over again.

This is sooo much fun!

He stared at her hands next as he watched one move to rub across her naked thigh and inward, and the other moved to caress gently, subtly, just under her right breast and across her ribs. She was teasing him on purpose. He was losing it fast.

Then she leaned forward, placing her hands back on his strong shoulders and whispered into his left ear, "Did you think I couldn't handle the Big Apple, Edward?" She let her breath flow down his neck as she felt him vibrate under her. "Did you think I would get scared, or lost even?" She kissed him there then, causing his tightly held breath to whoosh out again. Her lips trailed down the side of his neck, biting gently and sucking.

"Ung!" He groaned.

He was rock hard.

"What's the matter, Mr. Cullen? Feeling a little…uncomfortable, too?" Bella taunted him as she slid her hands from his shoulders slowly down his torso, unbuttoning his dark green dress shirt along the way, and then further down to the buckle of his black leather belt. She unfastened it and moved on to the button of his dress pants and then the zipper. Once those were undone, she pulled at the lapels of his shirt until they exposed his abs and upper torso.

She couldn't help it, she had to touch him. "Mmm."

Now it was her turn to swallow hard.

He smirked, despite his muscles tightening at her touch.

Don't get distracted by the pretty, Bella.

Holding his gaze, she warned playfully, "Just stay still. I am gonna make it all better…show you just how good I can handle it."

And with that promise, she gave him one quick little kiss to his stunned lips and slid back and off of him, then down to the carpeted floor between his legs. Not taking her eyes off of his slightly wild ones, she pulled at the fabric of his opened pants until each side was spread wide, exposing the shape if him under his cotton boxer-briefs. Then she leaned forward and continued to watch him as he watched her…his lids lowered over such dark green eyes…pure need written all in them. She let her soft lips kiss just the tip of him and he practically convulsed at the sensation of her mouth on him, even if just through the thin fabric of his boxers.

Oh fuck…

"Oh fuck…B!" He forced his hands to grip the arms of his chair tight, his knuckles going white.

Bella's eyes gleamed with triumph, loving that she could affect him this much. She kissed him all the way down his shaft and back up, lingering at the tip again where the fabric had grown damp now. She couldn't help the sound that came out of her then. Like a feminine growl or a low deep hum of need.

His legs became restless. He tried to keep still and not start begging for what he thought she was about to do. "Bella…"

Game over.

She couldn't stall any longer. She needed him in her mouth now.

Grabbing the top of his boxers with both hands, she said 'lift' and he did. Then her eyes zeroed in on him. Holy fucking shit, it's more perfect now that she remembered.

Edward groaned, watching Bella's mouth as she stared at his swollen cock, her tongue coming out to wet her lips. He thought he would die from the anticipation. But he didn't have to wait much longer. The thing was twitching and moving, just trying to get that much closer to her all on its own, apparently.

Then he almost screamed. Almost, because when her mouth surrounded his tip, all his breath lodged in his throat, his back arching at the feel of her hot mouth around him.

He was absolutely going to die.

Then she took him deep, surrounding his cock with her hot, wet mouth and hummed, and he knew his life was no longer in his own hands. Fuck, she was so fucking beautiful with her mouth wrapped around him.

He wasn't going to last very long.

Bella loved it.

God, he tastes so good. Salty and musky.

She moved back up, sucking along the way and then popping off the tip. She let her tongue run down the underside as she looked at his eyes again. He tried to smile at her but that was obviously hard to do when you are panting so much.

She smiled against him and moved back up to his swollen tip, sticking her tongue out flat to let his length slap against it a few times. Then she puckered her pretty lips and sucked his tip in again, letting her tongue feel along the ridge of his head. Then she took him in deep again, all the way.

He was in utter disbelief.

Never in his life had anyone ever sucked him so good. Maybe it was because it was Bella. Fuck…he knew it was.

His eyes tried to roll back into his head. His hands were losing their battle to remain where they were, gripping the arms of his chair so tight they were red now.

Then he felt it. Her hand sliding so lightly up the inside of his left thigh, her nails scraping him just a little until she cupped his balls and started to roll and squeeze them.

Ohhhhhhh fuuuuuuck…

His belly tightened, and the tingling began.

"Baby…" he sounded like a desperate man, "…Bella…your so...it's so fucking good…ung...Sweetheart, I'm gonna cum."

Hearing those word, Bella's pussy clenched, and she popped off again, desperate herself now. Her hand kept rolling and squeezing his balls while her other one moved to grip around his cock, quickly stroking and squeezing and twisting up and down his hardness while she spoke, "Cum in my mouth, Edward. Please! I told you it's mine..."

He shuddered.

She removed her hand from his cock to take him down deep again and sucked hard, hollowing out her cheeks, and he lost it, cumming so hard down her throat in long deep spurts he almost stopped breathing from the intense explosion of pleasure and blissful release.

So good.

His legs were twitching for fuck's sake.

He slumped back, completely blown away.

Bella.

He reached down and cupped her chin gently…almost in awe, as she licked and sucked him clean.

Jesus Christ, where did she come from?

One minute she was practically a missing person and the next…fucking hell…the next she was practically deep-throating him.

She continued to kiss his sensitive tip until he couldn't take the sensation any longer. He moved his other hand to help lift her from the floor and straddle him again, and then he hugged her tight and kissed her neck and just felt her against his body, still trying to recover.

He could tell she was smiling against his own neck. He gently pushed her back so he could see her face.

"Hi, Baby." He smiled at her, completely hers.

"Hi." She blushed.

He reached up to let his finger trace her jaw, still smiling. "You know you are in trouble, too."

Whoa.

a/n …i need a stiff drink…*snickers*…get it get it…or a stiff edward…lol…please…leave me some love…review review review…please please please…review…

xxx jess