A/N Thank you for reading ❤️ Warning: May be slippery ;)
18+
LX
'How's your day?' I mumble in Edward's neck.
We're in the janitor's closet, the light flickering above us, bathing the room in soft yellow and shadow.
Edward sighs, hugging me tighter and I run my hands up and down his back gently.
I find myself staring at the crack in the wall behind him, that black jagged line that I've been fucked against, licked against.
This is so different.
We are so different.
Coming in this room to hold each other, instead of ripping our clothes off hungrily.
'How's Jasper?' Edward asks softly.
I start in surprise and pull back, meeting those vibrant emerald eyes.
My eyebrows draw together, a pattern of confusion.
'He's…he'll be okay.' I answer slowly, searching his eyes, trying to understand him.
Is he asking because he cares? Or because he thinks I want him to care? Or is he just asking?
I open my mouth to ask but Edward leans in and kisses me softly instead, his warm lips sending a jolt through me, my skin humming.
He pulls back slightly; our lips are reluctant to leave each other, sticking as we separate.
His breath is so hot against my mouth teasing me with the scent of mint and coffee.
'Edward.' I say huskily.
His tongue flicks out against my bottom lip, a teasing wet touch.
'I love the way you taste.' He murmurs throatily, 'you taste like you're fucking mine, you've always tasted like you're mine.'
His words resonate deep in my chest, striking a chord that sends a tingle down my spine and makes my breath catch.
I open my mouth, gently licking at his tongue as it teases my lip. It's wet and rough, slick against mine.
Edward's groan reverberates through my chest.
This is new too, in this room.
Teasing tongues, tantalising touches. They tend to the fire already burning in the pit of my stomach.
His arms tighten around me, our bodies pressing against each other, and he circles my tongue with his, panting.
I go slack in his arms, the taste of him making my eyes roll back in my head. His large hand suddenly goes to my hair, curling it around his fist, that slight pull sending a jolt down my spine.
Edward teases his tongue across my top lip, then flicks it across the bottom, retreating playfully when mine tries to meet it.
I want his tongue in my mouth, to taste him, to fuck him.
'Spit in my mouth.' I pant.
Edward's sharp intake of breath makes me shiver, and the look of pure hunger in his rapidly darkening eyes threatens to overwhelm me, my knees suddenly weak, pulse pounding between my legs.
'You want that baby?' His voice is a deep, gritty growl.
His cock throbs against my stomach, so fucking thick and hard. I whimper, my breath short pants.
'Please.'
Edward's hand leaves my body and he cups my jaw, pulling it open, his burning green eyes fixed on mine.
My skin feels like it's on fire, my heart pounding in my chest, a heavy ache between my legs.
And then he spits.
Wet spray hits my tongue and my lips, and I feel a shock go through me, one that liquifies everything, fire flooding my veins. I can taste him, taste him all over my tongue. A blazing inferno erupts in my lower belly, arousal pooling between my legs.
We stare at each other for a second, his expression utterly feral, and then we attack, our mouth clashing together with so much intensity and ferocity that it hurts.
Edward pushes his tongue deep in my mouth and mine joins his, licking and sucking at it hungrily as he groans into my mouth, his large hands gripping my ass tight. I practically rip his jeans open and shove them down his thighs, needing to have him free, needing to have him inside of me.
We both groan as my hand wraps around his thick cock, so fucking heavy and warm in my palm. Edward rips the button on my jeans accidentally as he forces them open, dragging them down my legs roughly along with my soaked underwear.
He spins us around and picks me up by the thighs, slamming my back into the wall as he plunges inside of me. My body arches, my nerve endings going haywire at the feel of every single hard inch of him, stretching me wide, filling me deep.
'Do it again.' I cry, my head slamming back into the wall.
The groan that leaves Edward's mouth is so loud, and low, I have a flicker of panic that we're going to be heard, but then he spits again, right as he pulls back and slams deep and I barely manage to hold back my scream, my eyes rolling back into my head as my body shakes.
'Fuck.' Edward growls, pounding into me. 'So fucking hot. I can't.'
I'm already hurtling towards the edge, the feel of his spit against my cheek, the taste of him in my mouth, the way he's fucking me like he's gonna die if he doesn't.
We're being loud, too loud, our bodies slamming into the wall, Edward's low groans barely covering the cries coming from my mouth as he fills me, fucks me, takes me.
'I'm coming.' I hiss through gritted teeth, my head slamming into the wall again, so hard that I see white spots flicker in my vision.
Edward presses even closer to me, continuing to slam into me, one hand gripping my hair and jerking my head back tightly, his mouth covering mine as I scream, a wave of intense pleasure bursting through me, sending my vision black.
'Fuck, keep coming baby, keep coming.' Edward growls against my lips, still slamming into me. I can't speak, I can't fucking see. I'm too lost in that white hot embrace of pleasure, my body shaking intensely.
Edward's teeth sink into my shoulder as his hips slam into me hard and then still. His cock pulses deep inside of me, filling me with his cum and I arch, my body still trembling.
He carefully removes his teeth, a rush of warmth flooding the site along with a sharp sting.
'Sorry baby.' He soothes, kissing it gently, the mix of pleasure and pain sending a new kind of shiver through me.
He lifts his head and bites his bottom lip, green eyes smouldering into mine. 'You are so fucking dirty.'
I swallow heavily and his lips curve up into a wicked smirk.
We both freeze at the sudden loud rap against the door.