A Cúig Déag (15)
A/N: So, because of my picture teaser yesterday I have apparently made some people very thirsty. Here is an early posting of this chapter. NSFW like at all. Enjoy ladies. Thanks to everyone who read, reviews, comments, and lurks. Thank you to my prereaders and my amazing beta. On to the chapter.
Edward's house was amazing and beautiful. It was too white and cream-colored for my tastes, but he was a bachelor and he took the house as it was painted. The house was three stories, not two like I had assumed. The garage was the front part of the bottom floor. The top floor was three of the bedrooms and two full bathrooms. The second floor had the living room, kitchen, an extra sitting room, and another full bathroom. The last floor was the basement. There was another bathroom down there, a den, and a fourth bedroom.
Edward ended the tour in the last bedroom that had been converted into a billiard room. Yeah, he had a room that had a pool table and two small card tables. I entered and walked over to the sticks mounted to the walls. I fingered one of the more decorative ones.
"Have you ever played?" he asked, noticing my perusal.
"Not really. I always wanted to try it, but I never really got around to it. During college, I was spending all my time studying, and during my residency, I was busy working and taking care of sick parents," I said. I tried not to sound bitter. "I loved my parents, and I had no problem taking care of them. I do regret not having a regular college experience. I was a competitive person, so I poured it into getting the best grades and absorbing the most information. I know now looking back on it that I should have waited until I was eighteen to go to college, but I went when I was sixteen. Straight after graduating early."
"Why did you want to graduate so early?"
"I told you. Forks was boring, and I actually enjoyed school. I wanted to get out of that small ass town and be someone."
He studied me for a minute. "All right, well we're rectifying the situation now. Grab a cue stick," Edward said suddenly. I laughed and went over to grab a glittery purple stick. "Wow, really, Swan. I can't be seen playing with someone using that stick."
"Shut it, Cullen, you own it. Now go grab yours."
Edward was methodical about choosing his stick. I rolled my eyes at his back and stepped outside the room where I had seen a smaller wine cooler. I saw a selection of alcohol on top of it. I poured both of us a glass of scotch. I wasn't a huge hard liquor drinker, but I figured with what happened tonight, it called for it. I carried both glasses over to the pool table. Edward was rubbing the blue chalky thing on the end of his cue stick, so I followed his lead and did the same. He had already put the balls in the triangle thing. "Okay, you're gonna have to teach me all about this stuff, but first, a toast." I handed him his glass and held up mine. "Here's to us finally being able to go long periods without wanting to kill each other or any huge fights. I'm proud of both of us."
"Hear, hear. Salute."
I clinked my glass with his and took a large gulp. I coughed. "Jesus, that burns. Why do people drink this?"
Edward chuckled. "Geez, you lush. You're supposed to sip it."
I took a small sip of the liquid and swallowed it. It was a bit smoky and filled me with a subtle warmth. "Oh, that's actually quite nice."
Edward just laughed louder, and I was distracted by the smile on his face. I was really starting to like that smile and the rumble of his laughter. "Oh, what am I gonna do with you, Bella?"
"Me? I'm a delight, Edward."
He hummed and his face got serious. "Okay, so this is called a cue stick. These are billiard balls," he said, holding up one of the colored balls. "This is called racking the balls." He pointed to the balls in the triangle thing. "You with me so far?"
I nodded. I sipped my drink again.
"This ball, the white one, is called the cue ball, and you use it to 'break' the other balls." He took the triangle off the balls and set the cue ball on the other end of the table, before he paused to take a drink. "You see this line right here. The cue ball goes on this side of the line and can be put anywhere in this space when you break, or if the ball is scratched. We'll get into that if it happens." He put the ball down after assessing the table.
I took another sip, and he did as well.
"I'm gonna break now." He leaned down and rested his cue stick on the back of his hand and fingers and hit the cue ball with his stick. A couple of balls went into the pockets. "Okay, I sunk a solid and a stripe, but the first to go in was solid so my goal is to get all the solid-colored balls in the pockets. Yours are the stripes. Still with me?"
I nodded again, taking another sip.
"Usually if you get your ball in the pocket, you get to go again, but a striped one went in after the solid, so it's your turn now."
I just looked at him and he gestured for me to take my shot, taking another drink. "Um…. I have no idea how you just hit your ball." I tried to imitate what I saw him do with his stick, but it was less than graceful.
Edward laughed, propped his stick against the wall, and walked up behind me. "First you gotta figure out what angle you are gonna hit the ball from. If you hit the ball here, it will go the direction you want to sink your ball," he said, pointing to a spot on the cue ball. I got into position to stand in front of that spot. He stood right next to me and leaned down to show me how to position my hand and the stick. I was having a hard time sliding the cue to get a shot and I froze when he stepped up behind me, his body draping over mine. "Relax, I'm going to show you how to do this."
I nodded. He manipulated my hand, so it was in the right position. He gently grabbed the cue stick and placed that right and moved my other hand to grab it where I needed to. I could feel his warm breath on the side of my face and ear. I tried not to shiver; he was pressed so close to me that I knew he'd feel it. He pulled back on the cue stick a few times, and then, together we pushed it forward, striking the cue ball. It hit the right ball, and it went sailing into the corner pocket. "Oh my god, it went in," I said, excited. I realized that Edward was still pressed against me.
"It's still your turn. Want to try this time by yourself?"
"You'll help me if I need it?" I asked, my hips shifting from standing in that position so long.
He inhaled sharply as my ass brushed up against his front, and when he exhaled, the gush of air caused goosebumps to break out on my skin. I moaned, unable to hold it in. "Always." He choked out. Somehow, I don't think that he was just talking about pool. I turned, his body still so close, and looked up at him.
"I believe you when you say that, and I don't know what that means."
"I've told you from the beginning. It's my job to protect you, and I meant it. I can't stand thinking something might happen to you, and I don't know what that means." He lifted his hand to cup my cheek and brushed his thumb against my lips. I closed my eyes and hummed in contentment. His lips gently brushed against mine, and the kiss set my body on fire. I immediately responded to his kiss. Fisting his shirt in my hand again, I pulled him closer and pressed my lips firmly against his. Edward fisted one hand in my hair, and the other pulled my thigh up. I was a good foot shorter than Edward, so kissing him while standing was always kind of awkward, but I didn't care as long as his lips were on mine. The hand in my hair dropped to my other thigh, and he was lifting me up. He maneuvered me to sit on top of the pool table, then placed his hands on either side of my neck and pulled my forehead to his.
I flicked my tongue out and licked his lips. He groaned and attacked my lips with his again. The alcohol humming in my veins quieted the voice telling me to stop this course of action. I reached down and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head. When his chest was revealed to me, I explored it. I traced the dips and chiseled planes. My fingers traced the tattoo on his side and followed it down to the waistband of his sweats. The tattoo was colorful and had shamrocks and what looked like a crest—two lions holding up a shield with hands and smaller shamrocks on it. My lips pulled away from his, and I kissed down his jaw to his throat, dropping kisses and nips to his chest. I took his nipple in my mouth and gently bit it.
He hissed and I smiled at him with a mischievous glint in my eyes. "What are you planning, a pheata?"
I smiled because I loved when he spoke to me in Irish. "Oh, naughty things, Edward," I whispered. I was officially buzzed, and my inhibitions were out the window.
"I'm all for naughty things, but I want your lips back up here, and you have to lose the shirt," he ordered in that husky tone that just did things to me. I peeled my shirt off and flung it somewhere in the room. Edward immediately palmed my breasts. "I've wanted to touch these since that night you undressed in front of me before helping Jasper."
I chuckled and smiled. I knew he was looking. "If only you would have played nice, I might have let you touch them sooner."
Edward laughed and it was a beautiful sight. He grabbed me and flung me over his shoulder. I squealed with laughter. "What are you doing?"
"The things I want to do to you require a bed, a pheata."
I laughed and so wanted to mess with him, but with us both being tipsy that would probably cause him to drop me, and a cracked skull isn't sexy. We ascended the stairs and entered his room, and I was thrown onto the mattress, my body bouncing a few times. I was pulled to the edge of the bed, and my sleep pants and boy shorts were quickly stripped off, along with my bra. He licked my nipple, his tongue dragging around the peak as he nipped the end. He paid the same attention to the other one, ramping up my desire for him.
He kissed his way down my body but I jumped when I felt his hot breath against my pussy. I looked down at him between my legs, and he looked like he was trying to gauge if this was okay. Nodding, I fisted his hair in my hands. His tongue flicked out, licking me from my entrance to my clit. I moaned and let my head roll back, my back arching to get myself closer to his face. He sucked my clit in between his lips, and it felt so good; I could feel myself getting wetter.
When he plunged his tongue deep in me, I whimpered. "Fuck, Edward!" I tugged on his hair tighter, pulling his face closer. He groaned and hummed, the vibrations shooting straight to my clit. It took a moment for coherence to come back to me. "That feels so good, Edward, but I want you inside me."
I saw Edward smile mischievously and felt him slide two fingers inside me. "How's that feel, agra?" he asked, kissing my inner thigh. I was beyond being able to speak, so I simply nodded my head, and his thumb started rubbing circles on my clit. His fingers pumped in and out as he laid gentle bites along the sensitive skin of my thighs.
My hips rolled into his hand, fucking myself on his fingers. The little jolts of pain from his bites went straight to my clit and I cried out, feeling my climax coming sooner than I had ever imagined. "Oh, Edward. Don't stop. Fuck, that feels so good."
His tongue replaced his thumb on my clit, and he pulled it in between his lips, nibbling on it gently. My hips arched off the bed, and I felt myself getting wetter, my arousal gushing out by that one action from him. Edward pushed my hips down roughly. "Don't make me tie you down, a phaeta."
I whimpered and ground my hips into his face. He gave me that cocky smile again and sped up his thrusts inside me and then bit my clit. I screamed his name and shattered, feeling as if I was splintering into a million pieces.He removed his fingers from my heat as I trembled from the intensity of my orgasm.
Edward stood from the bed and pulled his sweats and boxers off in one move. When his cock came into view, I recovered quickly from my orgasm. Edward gripped his erection in his fist and stroked it, watching my reaction. He was long, hard, and thick. Wanting to taste and feel him in my mouth, I came up on my knees on the bed and crawled to the end, where he was waiting. "You want this?" I nodded my head and he removed his hand. "Prove it."
I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft and licked along the underside of his cock, swirling my tongue around the tip, then wrapping my lips around him, while taking his length in my mouth. When he hit the back of my throat, I relaxed the muscles and continued to glide down him. I took a moment before I bobbed up and then back down. I set a slow pace at first, wanting to tease him a little. "Fuck, Bella." He gathered my hair into a makeshift ponytail and then wrapped the hair around his fist, giving him complete control. He thrust up faster, and I accommodated his pace.
I flicked my tongue around the head when I pulled up to catch a breath, and I tasted the precum gathering there and moaned. Swallowing it down, I set back to my task, looking up at him. He gazed down at me and his rhythm faltered. "You look so beautiful with your mouth around me, but I want to come in that pussy. Come up here." He crooned, letting go of my hair.
I let him out of my mouth with a pop and laid open mouthed kisses along his stomach and torso as I rose to his mouth. I kissed him, thrusting my tongue in his mouth, letting our tastes combine. Edward grabbed my ass, pulling my legs around his waist. I squealed in surprise when I felt him carrying me, before I was slammed against the wall, and he thrust inside me.
"Fuck, Edward." I threaded my hand in his hair and pulled on the strands, while scratching his scalp. This just spurred him on, and it brought back memories of our kiss in the elevator—Edward liked it rough. He grabbed my hair at the nape of my neck and pulled my lips to his, his kiss rough and demanding, his thrusts inside me even more punishing. I was on complete sensory overload. "Edward, please make me come."
He smiled at me, and it was a happy but tired smile. His stamina was good, but I could tell that he was almost there too. He put his thumb in his mouth, sucking on it for a minute, before he used it to circle my clit. He sped his thrusts up and kissed and bit along the column of my throat, groaning against it. I grabbed his biceps to hold on. He gathered both of my wrists in one hand and slammed them against the wall above my head. He thrust deeper and harder inside me and rubbed my clit faster. He was bringing me higher and higher, the coils in my stomach gathering, preparing to snap. With one final thrust inside me, he pinched my clit and I shattered again. "Fuck!" I moaned, trembling and convulsing with blinding pleasure. I felt him thrust one last time and then he spilled inside me.
Edward pulled out of me and while still carrying me, he staggered to the bed. He dropped me down on it and then laid behind me, pulling me into his body, so that we were spooning. I turned in his arms and just looked at him. I cupped his cheek, while he ran his hands through my hair. Pulling me closer to him, he kissed my forehead, and the gesture was so chaste and perfect in the moment. I brought one hand up and scratched his scalp at the nape of his neck, playing with the short hair there, and kissed him. The kiss was soft, sweet, and just exploring each other's mouths. There was no move on either of our parts to make it deeper, demanding, or more firm. It was just prolonging the connection after what we had just shared.
Edward pulled the comforter around both of us and brought my head to his chest, wrapping me in his safe embrace. After everything we had talked about and the warning of what was coming for us, I never felt safer than in his arms at that moment. For a few hours, everything was perfect and it was with that thought that I fell into the welcoming blackness of sleep.
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