III
A few hours pass and my vision softens, sharp edges smoothing into a blur. I'm dancing, my arms swimming through the air, my hips rocking to the sound of electronic drums.
Hands grip my waist and I allow the touch. It's not the one I crave but it feels nice. I back into a warm body, feeling the vibrations of a soft groan as lips brush against my ear, a burning palm splayed against the bare skin of my stomach.
I twist my head and meet dark sensual eyes, framed with long black lashes. A soft smile plays at his mouth and tells me that he likes what he sees. He's not the only one because he's gorgeous. Thick black hair falls in soft waves to his shoulders, so silky it almost has a reflection. I smile back, biting my lip. His body feels hard behind me, muscled and strong. I haven't seen him before either.
Fresh meat.
I turn my head to face forwards again and shiver as they lock with blazing emerald eyes from across the room. He's sitting on one of the sofa's, his arms loosely over the back, one hand gripping the neck of a bottle of beer loosely so that it swings gently back and forth. His knees are spread, the teeth of his fly visible even from here. His presence is dominating, forceful, sexy. He looks furious. Is he jealous?
My breath catches in my throat and I feel a rush of heat between my legs, the opening of my thighs slick with my desire. I need him. It's been too long.
His friends are gathered around him, some entangled with each other, some leaning back, white puffing from their lips.
If he wasn't hers, I could go over there and straddle his lap, lead him upstairs like Alice did with Jasper.
But he is hers. And I can't.
The only time we exist is in the dark, naked desire owns us there.
Hips push into my ass and I feel lips brush against my neck. I moan but it's not because of the boy behind me, it's the way Edward's hand tightens on the beer bottle which stops swinging, his other clenching into a fist. It's the way he's looking at me, green eyes like daggers, his gorgeous mouth a tight line.
He's beautiful but until I saw him standing in Victoria's kitchen a few months ago, I hadn't really noticed. I'd seen him at school and thought he was attractive, but we weren't in any classes together and I'd never properly looked. He was one of those rich preppy types. The football jock, dating the head cheerleader. I thought he was boring, vanilla, an empty shell.
Then I'd walked into the kitchen at Victoria's. He was leaning against the kitchen counter, a black T-shirt clinging to his muscles, a soft smirk playing at his delectable mouth, emerald eyes playful as he spoke to one of his friends. He'd been holding a joint loosely in his left hand, something that had surprised me.
Suddenly he'd looked up and as his emerald eyes locked with mine, a shock had gone through my body, making my nipples harden and my breathing pick up. I'd never been so turned on in my life and he hadn't even touched me.
Resistance was futile.
He'd felt it too, his eyes darkening as they slid down my body, lingering on my chest where evidence of my arousal stuck out of my grey tank top and then my legs which stretched lengthily from an inappropriately short denim skirt. He didn't speak to me, but I felt his eyes on me as I poured a drink, the knowledge of his stare creating a deep ache in the pit of my belly.
I'd tried to avoid him. His girlfriend was a bitch, but I wasn't that kind of girl. Then he touched me for the first time, an accidental brushing of his hand against my waist as he passed me in the dark hallway. His touch had left me feverish, panting with desire for more, because the feel of his bare skin against mine awakened an almost inhuman need inside of me. We'd locked eyes then too, and his had burned into mine, making my heart thunder in my chest and my lower stomach flutter.
When he touched me again a few weeks later it wasn't by accident. This time he'd pushed past me and for a delicious moment as he manoeuvred himself through the crowd, his hips had been flush against my backside. It was innocent enough to anyone watching. They didn't see the hand that curled over my upper ribs, slipping under my cropped shirt, digits brushing the bare underside of my breast. They didn't hear me moan as I felt the hard length of him, nestled against my ass. I'd been completely unable to breathe, the feel of his hands on me had left me feverish and my pantries were drenched. It was excruciating. Pleasure and pain, desire and despair. I wanted more.
He'd watched me from afar that night, tracking my movements with dark eyes and a tight jaw.
That's when I started dreaming of Edward Cullen. Waking in the night breathless and panting, his name on my lips as I reached the brink of ecstasy, again and again, writhing in the dark and craving the feel of his skin against mine and the taste of his tongue.
At school I tried to ignore him, but sometimes I found my eyes drifting to him, enraptured at the sight of his mouth as it spoke, licked, smiled. I caught him looking at me too, the hairs on the back of my neck sticking up as I felt his gaze. Even when her hands were all over him, her lips at his neck, his gaze stayed on me, emerald eyes burning into mine.
We never interacted there, school was the safe haven. In those halls divisions were more than flesh deep.
Here...we danced with temptation, limbs fatiguing in the speed at which we spun across the floor.
The teasing touches continued, escalating in intensity each time, pushing us closer and closer to falling off the ledge of self control.
His fingers dancing across the back of my naked thigh. My hand brushing across the hard bulge in the seam of his jeans.
I wanted him. I wanted him more than I'd wanted anything. I dreamt about his mouth, his tongue. I imagined how he'd taste. I imagined him touching himself, wondering if I played in his fantasies the way he did in mine.
And then we fell.
I'd been sat on Victoria's couch, my lips wrapped around a lit cigarette, watching bemused as Jessica slipped her small hands down Mike's bulging trousers in open view of the room. It was dark, too dark to make out exactly what was going on, but her neon yellow top was kind of telling.
I laughed to myself and then stopped abruptly when I felt Edward sit next to me. He didn't look at me but he pushed his legs open so one burning thigh rested against the bare skin of mine. Heat curled in my belly, pooling between my legs. Someone sat next to him, pushing him closer into me, I could feel the warmth of his body pressing against my side.
He smelt like desire. Sex and sweat and lust. I inhaled and practically moaned. His fingers snuck behind my back to gently press against my bare skin and my whole body erupted in goosebumps. His thumb smoothed into my back in soft circles and I turned to him, panting. His eyes were a deep forest green, burning. Every stroke of his digit against my skin deepened the ache between my legs and my mouth parted in lust, my teeth coming down to bite on my lower lip. I watched him lick at his mouth, leaving a glimmer behind from the wet of his tongue. My panties were soaked, my lower stomach fluttering with need. He spread his large hand across my back, his palm burning into my skin. I felt delirious with desire, wanton. His hand slid to the side, teasing the skin of my ribs and then drifting higher, skimming the underside of my breast. I moaned, arching my back into his touch automatically. My breath was coming out in short pants, my eyes flicking between staring into his green orbs and the soft pink shape of his mouth. His thumb brushed against my nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I felt the vibrations of a groan in his chest.
I was on the brink of losing control, tangling my fingers in his thick, bronze hair and tugging his delectable mouth to mine, finally tasting him. I wanted him, I wanted him deep inside me, fucking me. I wanted to watch him throw back his head in ecstasy as he came, feel his tongue lapping against my heated core.
But I couldn't. Because he wasn't mine.
I got up and fled. Running upstairs to one of the bedrooms, my heart pounding and my whole body burning, aching for his touch. My hands found purchase on a chest of drawers as I bent forwards breathing heavily.
The door opened behind me and I muttered fuck off, only to stop breathing as I heard it shut and the lock turn. It was him. Tension was crackling through the air and all I could hear was our heavy breathing.
I gripped the wood for dear life.
'I can't…' He groaned lowly, 'Fuck.' His deep, velvet voice wrapped around the word sinfully and I whimpered. He groaned again in response and my body shivered violently.
'I can't… stay away.' He said, panting, his voice so thick with desire it sent a new surge of wetness to gather between my thighs.
I couldn't speak, I was electrified to the spot.
'Bella.' He murmured. I swallowed heavily. I didn't realise he knew my name.
I heard him move and froze as I felt the heat of his body behind me, his breath cool as it washed against the feverish skin at the back of my neck.
My heart was slamming in my ears and I was acutely aware of my arousal, slick between my thighs. My breath was coming out in pants as I fought the urge to turn around, to touch him, to look at him.
'Don't.' I tried to sound authoritative, but it was practically a whimper.
'Do you have any idea what you do to me?' He sounded wrecked and I couldn't hold back the moan that escaped from my mouth. He smelt so good, honey and sweat, sweet but salty. I wanted to taste him.
He inhaled shakily behind me. 'I've been trying to…I shouldn't be in here.' He let out a shaky breath. 'I can't…I can't help it, I need to…fuck.' He stepped forward so he was standing directly behind me, his nose skimming across my neck. My head tilted back as a desperate moan fell from my lips, and he made a noise in the back of his throat. My body jolted in pleasure as I felt his large hands grip my hips, his touch felt like fire against my skin and it deepened the ache between my legs. He paused for a moment, I could hear him panting and the sound was driving me insane. His hold on my hips tightened as he stepped closer, pressing his thick length against my ass. I whimpered in pleasure.
He groaned lowly. 'Fuck.' His mouth was by my ear and I could feel his hot breath against the lobe.
I moaned, gripping the chest harder, the wood digging into my palms roughly.
'I can't stop thinking about you.' He said huskily, his hands skimming up my side, sending a trail of fire across my skin. 'You're fucking everywhere. At school, here, in my dreams.' He groaned. 'I wake up in the middle of the night, and my cock is so fucking hard from dreaming about you. I dream about tasting your skin and staring into those big brown eyes as you wrap your lips around my cock. I dream about fucking you…I wonder how you sound when you cum. Do you dream about me Bella? Do you touch yourself and think about me inside of you, fucking you, making you scream my name.'
A jolt of white hot desire snapped down my spine and I groaned, arching my back as his large hand palmed my bare stomach.
'Y-yes.' I said between pants. 'Edward.'
He made a noise in the back of his throat and the sound made my lower stomach flip, 'Fuck. I've dreamt about you saying my name like that. I want to hear you scream it.' He slid his hand down my stomach as his mouth hovered by my ear, making my skin tingle with desire. I shivered uncontrollably. I wanted to hear him groan again, with the wet, slapping sounds of us fucking.
His hand moved down my body, slipping under my skirt and cupping my soaking sex. He hissed, rocking his hips into my ass. 'Fuck.' He was breathing heavily. 'Is this for me?'
I moaned, the apex of my thighs aching at his touch, I needed more. I needed him inside me.
'It's always for you.' I said huskily. Edward let out a deep groan, the heel of his hand pressing harder into me, right against my throbbing clit.
'I want to taste you. I want to fuck you.' He murmured. 'It's all I can fucking think about.'
His lips tasted the skin of my neck gently and he bit down slightly with his teeth, making me cry out.
I lost it, spinning around in his arms, my hand gripping his head and pulling his mouth to mine fiercely. He groaned low in his throat, his arms meeting behind my torso, pressing me into his hard body.
It was a clash of teeth and tongues. His taste exploded in my mouth as his tongue licked against mine and I whimpered, my fingers tangling in his silky hair. I needed more.
In a swift move I was picked up and sitting on the chest of drawers, his thick length pressing into where I was craving him, my nails scratching down his spine as our mouths clashed together. It was animalistic after that. Licking, biting, tearing off each other's clothes, hands reaching to touch every available bit of skin. Then we were naked and he was carrying me over to the bed, gripping my hips with his large hands and sliding his thick cock into me.
I came so hard that I saw stars, and then he made me cum again, his green eyes glinting, mouth open with pleasure as he fucked me.
Just like that we were addicted.
Here in the dark he's not Edward and I'm not Bella. We're just bodies. Flesh and sinew and desire.
I pull out of the hold of the guy behind me, shooting him an apologetic look. He looks dismayed but shrugs at me.
I'm not the hottest girl here and he knows he can have his pick. The room is ripe for it. There's a desperation in the air, the desire to touch, to fuck, a will to forget about reality and just focus on pleasure.
That's why we come. That's why we're here.
I head upstairs, glancing back at Edward for a moment. He still looks furious. I smirk at him. I won't be alone for long.
I find an empty bedroom after trying two locked doors and one unlocked one, hurriedly shutting it again as soft light floods in on naked bodies twisting in the sheets.
I lock the door behind me. We have a knock. He can't be seen entering this room. He can't be seen with me.
Not just because of her, because of who he is, and who I am. But none of that matters once he enters the room. In here the only truths are the ones that spill from mouths open in pleasure.
