I'll be honest... I update randomly, sporadically, only when I have the free time as well.
The randomness of the day caught up with me all at once and I fought heavily to keep my eyes open and peeled on Tony, too paranoid that he'd fall into a hole or could trip ona rock if I looked away. My eyes burned as I rubbed at them, willing myself to stay awake; the alcohol mixed with Edward showing up mixed with being at my parent's house for the weekend was too much for my little brain, but I couldn't necessarily escape from it anytime soon.
Tony was kicking a soccer ball back and forth with Amy and her younger brother, laughing and chortling as if he had never played outside before.
Sue tapped my shoulder to bring me out of my sleepy trance. "Have a nap, we'll look after the boy." I didn't look at her as I gnawed at my lower lip, deeply considering the offer. I hated the thought of ditching my shy guy with people I didn't really care for myself, but fuck I was tired. Edward texted me that he was too busy in conferences to eat dinner with us, but that Tony could be picked up by his driver and taken to their hotel room whenever I was ready.
At least my dysfunctional family would entertain him here; would he be alone with a tv in a cold hotel room? Not to mention the fanciest hotel in Avila was the Hilton with free breakfast, a far cry from the doorman & 24/7 security they were used to back home. "There's four cops under this roof, he'll be fine." My stepmom chimed, as though she could read my mind.
Leah whipped past us and scrunched her nose at me. "Dude you look like a zombie." I rolled my eyes at her roguish manner. "Take one of your famous beauty naps, let the bro's hang out." She was already walking away before I could retort, but I eventually decided to go upstairs after a forced hug and kiss from Tony who acted as though I were torturing him in front of his new friends. I turned back around right before going through the patio doors and felt my heartstrings being tugged to death- Leah and Seth's wife were keeping him entertained and Sue was clapping for him kicking the ball in the right direction.
As soon as I made it to my old room I threw myself on the bed and let sleep take over me. I couldn't escape my rambling thoughts and suffered through multiple dreams that felt endless; it replayed the day over and over again... Mike stepping back into my line of sight, Edward showing up with my newfound son, Sue and Leah giving Tony such a warm welcome. It was just too much.
I woke up to the loud ringing of my phone and when Edward's name popped up on caller ID I shook the sleepiness off as quick as possible. "How is my son?" His voice sent little shivers down my spine and I was so thankful he wasn't standing in front of me.
"He's uh, he's having a really good time actually. A social butterfly suddenly." I chuckled nervously.
His deep laughter caught me off guard, and I decided I wanted to hear him do that more. "Yes, all he's talked about is spending this weekend with you. You bring out a different side in him." My smile grew bigger, as though I had been given a promotion or got put on the Dean's List. "You can say that about both of us." My face burned at the direction of his conversation- did I really have an effect on him? What did it for him? The clumsiness, the messiness that was my life, or the dysfunction?
"Really?" The question came out breathier than I meant it to. "I mean, that kiss was... different." I tried to make a joke about the passionate kiss, as if I wasn't still panting over it.
Edward was silent on his end for a few beats and my worst fears started to manifest. Did he regret it? Did he realize I was odd and a little too damaged? Was it clear how poor and middle class I really was compared to his staggering wealth and privilege? My heartbeat drummed in my ears and almost drowned out the noise on his end. "Are you alone?" The depth in his tone was intimidating but also welcoming in a very forbidden way.
"Ye-yes." I swallowed loudly. "Tony's downstairs with my family."
"Go to your room and lock the door." Edward's words were dripped in honey at that point. I went to the door and locked it without question, not knowing what compelled me to bring obey him in the first place. "Turn off the lights and lay on your bed." I did as he said again, clutching the phone to my ear and trying to steady my breath as I laid back onto my soft comforter. "What are you wearing?"
I looked at my hole-ridden pajama shorts and decided I couldn't possibly say that. Lingerie? Sexy underwear? "Um..." I faltered in the moment, feeling uncomfortable but also extremely turned on. "I'm not wearing anything." It was quiet again and I wanted to slap myself for saying such a stupid lie like that. I was new to this... this sex talk or whatever it was supposed to be.
"Spit on your fingers." Edward commanded. My neck suddenly got hot and my belly was encompassed by small flames flickering back and forth. But again, I did as he said and waited for further instruction. "Put one finger inside, Isabella." I shut my eyes against the way he said my name. Did the devil himself send this man into my life? I was surely going to hell and back for this guy.
I pulled my shorts down to my ankles and did as he said, trying to find a kind of rhythm that didn't feel awkward. Self pleasure wasn't something I was a professional in, sex in general was kind of weird for me. The experiences I had weren't all that great and I mostly regretted times where I tried. So I followed his voice as he directed me to touch certain places and avoid others; he created a pulsing ache inside of me, something so new and slightly uncomfortable to the point where I felt like I was going to explode.
"In a circular motion, Isabella," he guided me softly and when I did what he said, a small moan escaped from my lips to which he chuckled, "yes, just like that." I kept doing what he said, making small circles with my fingers until I was sure I would melt into a puddle on my bed. "Tell me when you cum, Bella." I nodded, hoping he could see it through the phone, and focused on myself and the tone of his voice again. I couldn't speak or create a coherent thought, I could only focus on the wonderful feeling my body was experiencing.
Why hadn't I been doing this my whole life?
"Ed-Edward..." It was breathless and took all of my energy to remember his name let alone use it. I wanted to scream and sing and grunt all at once, but no sound came out- my hips bucked up and down as if I had just hopped on a mechanical bull, and if I had a mirror on the ceiling I probably would have been mortified at the face I was making. Everything was wound tight and rigid one moment and then the next I was melting into the mattress, my body turning into a soft goo at once. I vaguely remembered hearing background noise from Edward's line, sounds that would have once grossed me out and made me blush, but I closed my eyes and merely imagined him laying there next to me while he finished himself off.
His breath became uneven and almost panting as he muttered so many nasty things that I almost died of humiliation from, part of me wanted him to keep going and another part of me wanted to hang up and throw the phone away.
After what felt like a lifetime, he let out one sharp breath and a satisfied sigh- my heart pace slowed down back to normal at the same time. Good, I thought to myself, now we can go back to being innocent romcom buddies.
"That was, um, amazing." I blurted. There wasn't any other way to put it, really. I felt amazing, my vagina felt amazing, life was amazing. "I mean, I enjoyed myself." As if I hadn't sounded stupid enough before, I added in more. I slapped my hang to my forehead, regretting having such a big mouth. Couldn't I be normal? For just two minutes?
I waited for him to say something, or laugh at me or something. But when a full minute ticked by and nothing came, I pulled my phone from my ear and looked at a blank screen. Had the call dropped? Did I accidentally end the call? Or had he... did he hang up on me? I was tempted to call him back immediately and give myself closure, but I fought against the temptation. Surely if it was a slip of the phone, he would call me back right?
Again, I laid in bed and waited a few minutes and even checked my phone to make sure it wasn't my fault the whole time. When five minutes passed I finally got up and went to the restroom. I took the most aggressive shower of my life and brushed my teeth with enough strength to break them, but I still wasn't done being mad. How do you share an amazing moment like that and then hang up? Who the hell did he think he was?
Well, I would teach him a lesson.