(A/N I posted this chapter and someone was nice enough to point out I screwed up a couple of parts royally. Of course my OCD then kicked in and I took it down to repost it. Don't feel required to rereview if you don't want to...but if you didn't the 1st time, go ahead ;). Anyway, I'm going to get at least 1 more chapter out tonight. I'm anxious to start on my next story...which will be an imprint for Leah...so I want to knock this one out. More reviews=more chapters faster.)
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CHAPTER 36-ALICE'S P.O.V.
As advertised, I'm waiting for Pat in his room as soon as he gets home. "Very nicely done," I compliment as he walks into the door. "Thanks," he smiles, putting a hand on my waist and greeting me with a kiss. Yeah, tonight is the night. We're going to take another step. "You need a shower," I comment. He gives me a funny look. I usually don't say anything about him being sweaty and truthfully it doesn't make him stink. It only makes him smell more human. "I mean you'll feel better after a shower," I rephrase. "Yeah," he admits, pouring himself a glass of water. He downs it in four quick swallows. "Get a shower," I reply, "then we can go to bed." He grins at that. Good…I want him to like bedtime as much as I do. Though, rather he knows it or not, the bed isn't part of my plan.
I check my visions as my resolve as soon as I hear the shower start. I'm ready for this. He's ready for this. I change into one of his plain white t-shirts, removing my bra but leaving my panties on. I clip my hair up and check myself in his bedroom mirror. Yeah, I think to myself, I'm ready. As far as an "accidental" bite goes, this step is the most dangerous. Us going all the way has the most danger of me physically hurting him. Neither is acceptable, which is why I've waited so long for this. But tonight is the night. I'm ready.
I'm waiting in the doorway when I hear the shower turn off. Him being fresh out of the shower is going to make his scent stronger, but my visions say we're ok. I take a deep breath as I hear him drying off and putting his shorts on. If he only knew how short a time he was going to be wearing them.
He opens the door and freezes…shocked to see me standing right there. I respond by wrapping my arms around his neck and raising up on my toes to kiss him. He wraps his arms around my waist and eagerly returns my affections. I let the kiss linger, wanting us both to savor the moment. He leans forward when I lower myself back down and unwrap my arms from his neck He's not ready to release the kiss. Neither am I actually, but I have something better in mind.
Once my hands are off his neck and reach down and yank his boxers down so that they puddle at his feet. That causes him to break off our kiss. "Alice," he says, his eyes widened in shock, "what are you doing?" I give him a knowing grin and reach down to cup him in my hand. "It's time," I purr, "time for the next step." He swallows hard. He's scared…not that I blame him. The part of his body in my hand is probably the worst a human could have close to vampire teeth…next to their throat, of course. "You sure?" he croaks. I stroke him gently, glad to see he's not so frightened he goes limp in my hand. "Trust me," I breathe. He nods and steps out of his boxers. "I do Alice," he replies.
With that I sink to my knees. I wanted it this way. I wanted him standing over me while I knelt in front of him. He's been so good and so patient having to submit to me since we've been together. I've always…because of my strength and my thirst…been the dominant one in the bedroom. It's simply been to keep him safe. I want him to feel in control…be in a position of power. I figured having the immortal on their knees pleasuring you would fit the bill just nicely.
He pulls his t-shirt over his head as I slowly take him in my mouth. No worry about needing to breathe or of him hurting me so I plunge straight ahead, letting the head of his cock brush against the back of my throat. "Fuck," he hisses. I look up to see he's gripping the doorframe. "Hmmm?" I reply, letting my throat vibrate around him as I begin to slowly let him in and out of my mouth. I let my tongue swirl around the head and he grips the door jam tighter. He breathes in and out slowly, trying to keep his composure. Good boy…but I don't want composure tonight.
I continue to bob my head slowly, concentrating on making sure he avoids contact with my teeth. I look up at him. Our eyes lock for a second, then he looks away. Is he embarrassed? Oh no Pat…my whole point to doing it this way is so that you can see me. I keep looking up at him, slowly taking him in my mouth and releasing. The venom is flowing freely in my mouth and I use it to keep him lubricated as he slides in and out. I break off and stroke him with my hand. "Look at me Pat," I order in a soft voice. He lets his head drop and our eyes lock again. "I want you to watch," I explain, "I want you to see me." His mouth opens, but no sound comes out. "I told you," I warn as I continue to stroke him, "remember the night I did this and told you what would happen when I gave you head?" My eyes twinkle when I use the phrase "give head". He nods again. "Now," I order, "watch."
With that I take him in my mouth again, keeping my eyes up to see if he follows my directions. He does. Good boy, I think. I concentrate on working on him, letting my eyes drop down as I take him to the back of my throat again. All vampires are well endowed by human standards. I think it's part of the allure. Patrick, while more than enough for me, isn't near as hung as Jasper or any of the few other male vampires I've seen in my lifetime (don't ask…sometimes my visions show me things I don't care to see). It doesn't matter. Patrick's warmth makes up for the size difference and trust me, the boy has more than enough to keep me interested. My visions have already shown me that.
Hesitantly, Patrick loosens his grip on the doorframe with one hand and gently rests it on my head. He lets his fingers tangle in my hair but makes no move to control the tempo as I continue. The contact makes me moan, which makes my mouth and throat vibrate around him again. This causes him to gasp. I put a hand up and rest it on his stomach, absorbing the heat on his skin. "Damn," he hisses through clenched teeth. I moan again, enjoying the reaction. I drop of fluid catches against my tongue and my senses begin to tingle. I let the pre-cum soak into my tongue and then begin to suck him harder and faster. It doesn't taste like I expect his blood would…but it's close. The grip he has on my head tightens, but he makes no move to control me. I move my hand on his stomach to his hip as I feel him fight to keep them from involuntarily bucking towards me. I then pull my body back, so he can look down the neck of my shirt and get a peek of my bare breast.
I know he wants to. I want him to also, but I'm not sure if it's safe yet. That's why I restrain him. Patrick, to his credit, seems to be doing a good job of restraining himself. I taste more pre-cum on my tongue and moan again. "Fuck Alice," he hisses. I let my tongue swirl around the head of his cock again and his grip tightens.
I start moving faster, confident I can control my teeth, and concentrate on pressing my mouth all the way to the base of his cock. Light red hairs tickle my nose as the head brushes against the back of my throat…right where the burning is. His hand moves to the back of my head and he grips me tighter. I consider letting him have control but change my mind. Not this time…not yet. Soon though, I'll be all his.
"Alice," he pants, "I'm close." I respond by moaning again, trying to let him know it's ok to cum in my mouth. "Alice," he says again…his voice cracking." I break off for just a second, continuing to stimulate him with my hand. "It's ok Pat," I assure him, "you can cum in my mouth." He looks embarrassed. I wish he wouldn't do that. I put him back in my mouth and resume with my mouth. I'm going faster now and a hiss of air escapes his clenched teeth every time he enters and the head of his cock bumps against the back of my throat.
He sucks in a breath, then releases it. He sucks in another one, but it freezes in him lungs. He grips my neck as I'm pulling back, trying to make sure he cums in my mouth and not my throat. I guess he's afraid I'll choke. I oblige him though. I want to taste him. He twitches in my mouth and he exhales forcefully as his seed spills into my mouth. I moan as it touches my tongue. It's even closer to what I expect from his blood than the pre-cum was. I suck greedily, wanting every drop of it. He shudders as I continue until he stops twitching in my mouth.
I release him and look up smiling. "Holy shit," he pants. My grin widens. "Now," I comment, "get into bed while I finish up in the bathroom." He gives me a funny look, but I ignore it. "Then I have something to say." "After that, you're going to sleep and I'm going to hunt." His eyes drop. "Everything's ok Pat," I assure him, "believe me…everything is ok." He smiles. "Now get," I order, giving him a playful swat on his bare backside as he walks past.
I need some alone time in the bathroom for two reasons. One is in case I have to cough up his seed. I have no idea if my body will absorb it or not. The other is I want to rinse my mouth out. I don't know if he'll want to kiss me after having his cock in my mouth or not. I hear some men are funny about that. I wait about ten minutes to see if I need to gag, but nothing happens. I gargle with mouthwash, which to me taste much nastier than Pat, and crawl on top of the covers with Pat.
"First," I begin as he rolls over to face me, "you're going to have to get over this lack of confidence. It's not you and frankly it's not all that sexy." He frowns. I lower my head so that I can look into his eyes. "I'm serious Pat," I explain, "I know you're new to this, but I saw how embarrassed you looked watching me. Not to mention when I told you it was ok to cum in my mouth." I swear he blushed again. "We agreed…complete disclosure, remember?" He nods. "I'm sorry," he mumbles. I snuggle up to him. "You just need to get comfortable," I comment, "I know this is new to you. Believe me though…that was amazing." "Tell me about it," he blurts out. I grin. "Was it everything you'd hoped for?" I ask. "Better," he replies. I can't help but grin triumphantly. "Well get use to it," I warn, "because I need to do that a lot." "Really?" he asks. I look back up at him and nod. "We're so close to going all the way," I explain, "that is honestly our biggest hurdle." He smiles. "You'd better be ready to get head," I warn, "because I'm going to be going for it every chance I get." "Fine with me," he replies. He doesn't blush this time. It's a start.
"Now for the bad news," I sigh. "Friday night is a full moon." He frowns at this. "We're going to my house tomorrow to make plans," I continue, "so be ready to go in the morning." "Before or after my morning blowjob?" he smirks. I can't help but laugh with him. "After," I promise, "we need to work on that." I then smooth out his hair. "You did good Pat," I confess, "I know you were scared and you had to fight what felt natural at times, but I promise you…you did really well." He gives me a weak smile. "Alice," he says softly, "that was amazing." I tap his nose with my index finger. "Get use to it," I warn before giving him a kiss. He pulls me towards him, deepening the kiss before letting me go. "I'll be back as soon as I can," I promise, "someone will be nearby just in case." He nods. "Love you Ali," he says as he shifts under the covers. "I love you Pat," I reply, blowing him a kiss before I go to hunt.
After I woke Pat around nine, fed him breakfast, then "handled business", as he liked to call it again he drove us in his truck to my house. Everyone was waiting for us around the dining room table. I knew they'd heard us drive up and were ready. Pat, if he was surprised to see everyone sitting around waiting, didn't show it. "I wondered why you had a dining room table," he admitted as he sat between Esme and me, "since you always go out to eat." Everyone chuckled lightly at his joke. "This is where we discuss all important family business," Carlisle explains to him, "regardless of where we've lived or how many of us there are." Patrick nods. "Am I the first human?" he asks. "Second," Bella corrected, "I was the first." The rest of my family nod in agreement. "Ok," Pat replies, turning to Carlisle, "it's your show."
Carlisle ponders it for a moment. "What's the school's plans for the game?" he asks Pat. "The game will actually be on Saturday afternoon" Pat explains, "the team is suppose to meet at the school where we'll be chartered over." "That's the coach's call…not the players." Carlisle nods thoughtfully. "And I'm guessing you'll ride the bus back?" he asks. Pat nods. "That shouldn't be a problem," Edward says, "the werewolves won't attack a bus full of people…it would be too obvious." Everyone, including Pat, nods in agreement. "My suggestion," Pat chimes in, "is you guys carpool with my family. That way you can take two cars and they'll be covered." "What about you?" I ask. Pat shrugs. "Like we said," he replies, "they're not going to attack a bus." I shake my head. "You'll still be uncovered and I don't like it," I stress. "I'll ride the bus," Emmett volunteers, "I'm sure I can talk a coach into letting me. "They'll have two busses," Edward adds, "and we can always join the convoy of people following the bus." I nod and breathe a little easier.
"So it's settled," Carlisle says, "Emmett will ride with Pat and we'll carpool with Pat's family." Everyone nods in agreement. "Is Miranda going to be able to get off work?" Esme asks. "She wouldn't miss this for anything," Pat replies, "she'll be there." Esme smiles. "I'll call her either this afternoon or tomorrow and offer your family a ride then," she promises. Pat smiles and nods. "You don't think the werewolves are looking to take us out first, do you?" Bella asks. Edward shakes his head. "I would suspect they're more worried about the exposure risk…meaning Pat…than they are about us." "Besides," Edward comments, "it's after the game I'm worried about. It will be dark when we get back." I swallow hard. "We'll keep up our surveillance as usual," Carlisle responds. "Aren't you guys getting tired of that?" Pat asks. "It's not like we've got anything better to do," Emmett admits. Bella smacks him in the back of the head. "You're family Pat," Carlisle replies firmly, "and we protect our family."
After the meeting Pat and I drove to Melanie and Miranda's house, stopping on a back road to be normal teenagers. Pat, while he didn't push when I first started stimulating him with my hand, had no qualms with my mouth. I knew this was going to be the toughest step until the night we make love, so anytime he was game I was. Miranda fried chicken and made biscuits. I excused myself of course. Pat, to his credit, told her that we had eaten at Esme's and that I was probably still full. Of course he was hungry. Miranda didn't seem to find that odd…he is a teenage boy. I braided Tori's hair after she ate, then Amber and I did each other's nails. Pat and Melanie drank beer around the kitchen table and discussed the upcoming game. I would see him glancing at me out of the corner of his eyes when he saw Melanie wasn't looking and thought I wasn't either. I would fidget with the hem of my blouse in response. I was glad to see his look was wanting, not embarrased.
We did the exact same thing Sunday as we did Saturday. We hung out with my family in the morning, his family in the afternoon, and spent the evening along. I finally gave in Sunday night and let him touch me, his hands enough to make me shiver when my climax hit. Then I went to work on him, savoring his taste on my tongue. I hunted when he dozed off, then came back and took a shower. I went ahead and threw the clothes in the washer before climbing back into bed. His sleep was restless and every time he would mumble I would swear it was football related. I held him against my chest, smoothed out his hair, and whispered gently to him. Even in his sleep, I wanted him to know how much I loved him and how much I cared about him.
The week went by too fast for Pat's liking. The school was abuzz with talk of the upcoming game. Everyone wore school colors every day. Practice, according to Pat, was light. I gave him a treat besides our new sexual experimentation: I did his homework the entire week. It was nothing for me to do the work in his handwriting. There was a pep rally Friday and captains were announced. At Pat's insistence, it was decided the entire senior class would be named as captains. This was the most excitement I've ever seen in a high school and I enjoyed it as much as anyone.
Everyone seemed to enjoy it…except Pat. He was a nervous wreck. If I wasn't "holding his attention" he was so far away. All I could do was keep close to him. My touch seemed to soothe him, so I made it a point to be around as much as I could. Esme had made the call and of course the Williamson family agreed to come with us for the game. Friday's practice was short, just rehashing the game plan. No new plays were designed. The Bears were going to go out the same way they came in. "Dance with the one that brought you" as the saying went.