A/N: Part 3 of the beach party!
~I loved her, but the dark side of her. Any girl can play innocent, but her demons are what drove me wild. Her secrets, her pain, her darkness, that's what made me love her~
The sounds of laughing and chatter, the waves crashing against the shore, music playing in the background, the heat of the fire, and the warmth of being around many loved ones fulfill my heart and ease my mind like never before. I finally feel complete, like Edward was the only missing piece of this. I always had fun and loved these guys, but I was searching for one last thing, and I finally found it.
As much as I love Edward more than anything, I'm glad that we now have more people to spend our time with. We both need to socialize and to not be so consumed and dependent on each other. We can be a healthy and happy couple, but we don't have to change our reckless, fun ways—we are only 18.
I watch a few people strip naked and run into the ocean. It's colder now; they must be very high not to feel it. Before Edward, I probably would've been there with them. Bare as the day I was born, drugs running through my system, not giving a fuck about anything—but I don't feel a desire to be that crazy anymore. I have a purpose now and don't need to chase this artificial high that I now feel all the time with Edward.
Plus, I'm pretty sure that would piss him off, and I don't want to push him. He loves me crazy and all, but I don't think he wants strangers to see me naked—my possessive little animal.
My attention turns to the distant noises I hear from some couples down the beach that aren't trying to be quiet. It's pretty obvious what they're doing from the sounds they're making. A few people around the fire burst out in laughter, hooting, and hollering.
Thoughts race in my mind, and I'm so tempted to drag Edward behind one of the rocks, or I'd even fuck him on a blanket further down the beach. I don't really care if people are around.
Our group has a weird dynamic; we've known each other for such a long time and trust each other. If people are having sex near us, it doesn't bother any of us. It's not like they're completely exposed, and we're not full-out voyeurs that watch them and get off. We don't bother them and give them some privacy, but there's still that thrill and desire of people knowing and hearing that you're fucking someone.
It's Edward's first night meeting them, and I'm sure he's too possessive for that. He seems like the type that would be pissed rather than turned on to know people are watching us and hearing my sounds of pleasure. It's not like they would see me naked anyway. We'd keep a blanket on us, or if I were wearing a dress, it would be easy access. It's also a way of him claiming me, letting others know he's the only one that can make me scream like that, so I don't get why he would be against it.
I'm drunk and Edward's buzzed. He's more touchy and affectionate, leaving little kisses at the nape of my neck, his hands sliding under my sweater, trailing his fingers up and down my spine, playing with the clasp of my bra. It sends shivers through me from his touch.
He moves his hand out of my sweater to hold the back of my neck in a firm grip and brings my face closer to meet his. He stares at me for a moment, his eyes burning with lust and mischief.
Someone calls out his name, and frustration takes over his expression for distracting his attention from me. He turns his head to the other side, where the voice is coming from but keeps his hand on me. He relaxes when the guy next to him passes Edward a joint, and he smirks as he places it to his lips with his other hand.
Fuck, that panty-dropping smirk gets me every time. I want to do such dirty things to it.
Edward turns back to me as he inhales, the smoke shadowing his stunning features once he exhales. His hand that was still behind my neck shifts to my jaw as he rubs his thumb against my bottom lip and presses against it until I part my lips open and brush my tongue against the tip of his thumb. He pushes against my tongue, commanding me to open my mouth. Edward takes another drag, and when he pulls the joint away from his lips, he leans forward until his mouth parts open against mine, releasing the smoke as I inhale. Our eye contact never breaks once. A rush of arousal drips between my legs. He wants everyone to know that I belong to him.
I can't resist the hunger in me and grab the back of his hair, crushing my lips to his, tugging his lip into my mouth, sucking and devouring his taste. I can't help but moan, forgetting that we're surrounded by people, not that I care anyway. The guy next to him takes the joint from Edward's hands, and I make a move to straddle him.
I stroke my tongue fiercely against his as I grind my hips. His hands clutch onto my ass, bringing me closer to him. I feel the hard length of his cock push into me. The catcalls and cheers around us snap Edward out of his lust-induced mind, his cheeks flush a bit, but the flames in his eye keep burning. I don't care and wouldn't stop, but I can tell he's not completely comfortable around everyone yet, so I hesitantly move off of him.
"Fuck, you guys are too hot! The way you've been staring at each other all night. I knew you wouldn't be able to control yourselves and would just pounce on each other," Emily whistled across from us as her boyfriend Sam stroked her thigh, his eyes never leaving us. Sam and Emily are notorious for watching and love being watched.
Sam chimes in, "you didn't have to stop on our account."
Emily hits Sam in the shoulder, giggling. "Sam stop, can't you see that Edward is a little shy," she teases.
That captures Edward's attention, and one thing about my boy, he doesn't like being teased. He knows they're joking and trying to rile him up, but I can see that he's ready to fall right into their plan.
"I'm not fucking shy. I'll show you—" Edward challenges.
I cut him off and announce to the group. "Ignore him, please. His ego is almost as big as the size of his dick." There, that hopefully restored his self-esteem. What man doesn't feel more confident when a woman brags about the size of his dick? Laughs and cheers echo around the fire.
"Oh, you're going to fucking get it." Edward is in a playful mood because he throws me over his shoulder and runs to the ocean.
"Edward, don't. I'll fucking kill you," I squeal, pounding my fists into his solid back. Right as his feet hit the water, he sets me down.
"You didn't think I would actually do that, did you?" The carefree, teasing smile on his face takes my breath away.
Something about how cute, fun, and laidback he's being makes me wild. "But I would," I respond.
I pull him to me by the collar of his jacket, so his lips crash to mine as we both fall into the waves of the ocean. We're fully clothed, and we're going to be extremely comfortable later, but I don't even care about that at the moment. The euphoria and lightness of the night make us feel so young—so free. To see him not so tense and controlled, to be able to laugh with him as he lets loose in a group setting, warms my heart like never before. I need to see more of it.
Once we both come to the surface and gasp for air, he's laughing, and I'm squealing at how cold the water is.
The stars and moon shine down on him, his wet hair matted against his face, droplets dripping from his chin, and his clothing drenched, skintight against his muscles, with the most breathtaking smile and glowing eyes—he looks like a dream.
"You're fucking crazy," he pushes the hair away from my face as he stares at me with adoration.
"I am but you fucking love it."
"I do. More than anything." He shuts us both up with his wet lips. I wrap my legs around his waist, weightless in the water, as he cups my ass firmly in his large hands. Nothing else matters at this moment except for us.
Tonight is more calm and innocent than I'm used to, but it's a nice change for once. This is a million times better than the high from drugs and running through the ocean naked with strangers.
A/N: This party was tame, but we have one more coming soon and that one will be messier ;)