IV

Biology becomes a game.

We play three times a week, no exceptions.

The objective is simple.

Resist.

We lose.

Repeatedly.

The light in here is a pale yellow. It hangs from a string on the ceiling, swaying back and forth in an unseen breeze.

Cleaning supplies are stacked against one wall, a mop leaning precariously against an uneven shelf.

The other wall is bare, paint peeling from a crack that runs down the middle, a bolt of black lightning in the ocean of white.

I'm bent over, legs spread wide, my hands gripping the shelf tightly as he rocks his hips into mine from behind me, filling me deliciously, deeply.

Sweat trickles down my spine and he tastes it with his tongue, his teeth nipping at my flesh.

My hands slip against the wood of the shelf, my fingertips brushing the cool metal of cleaning products.

The janitors closet is a cliché.

But on the lower levels it's the only door you can lock from the inside.

'Fuck.' I gasp.

Edward moans, his large hands gripping my hips, digging into my skin.

'Need…more.' I breathe, arching my back. 'Please.'

Pleasure washes through me like waves lap at a shore. Every stroke of his hips sends me careening into the sand.

'Mm.' He grunts, sliding his thumbs up my lower back, smoothing across my skin as he traces his way to my arms, curling his body over mine.

The thick drag of him inside of me increases at the angle and I grit my teeth.

He's so gloriously hard.

In.

Out.

Every drive of his hips fills my body with deep, toe curling ecstasy.

And still it's not enough.

'Fuck, Edward…so…good.'

I still need more.

He's going too slowly, too gently.

I need him closer, deeper, harder.

'Please,' I whimper needily, pushing my hips back into him in a desperate attempt to satiate the deep burning ache inside of me.

He shivers, groaning softly.

'I'll fuck you harder.' He pants, 'If you promise to stay quiet.'

The low timbre of his voice makes my body clench.

'Yes.' I beg.

In a split move he steps back from the shelf, gripping my biceps tightly, pulling them back so his hold on me is the only thing keeping me from falling forward.

'Don't make a fucking sound.' He commands softly, then he starts slamming into me.

'Holy. Fuck.' I snarl under my breath, my back arching in pleasure.

He's so deep like this.

'Fuck.' Edward spits.

He tightens his hold on my arms and leans back slightly, fucking me with short, hard strokes.

'Edward.' I pant.

'Jesus Christ Bella.' He groans lowly, 'So fucking good.'

My mouth falls open in a silent scream, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip so hard that I feel blood trickle down my skin.

I can't speak.

The pleasure going through my body is white hot, blurring my vision.

Nothing feels as good as this.

I need this more than I need to eat, to sleep.

I'm clenching uncontrollably on his cock, my body shaking.

'Fuck, cum all over me baby.' Edward growls, his strong fingers squeezing my arms.

The sounds he's making are driving me crazy, deep, desperate groans accentuated with the wet slap of our sexes coming together.

I wish I could see him, his head thrown back in ecstasy, teeth bared, muscles rippling as he fucks me.

He slows down a little, circling his hips and I lose it, my head bowing as my whole body convulses.

I'm vaguely aware of him moaning behind me and then I feel the sharp bite of his teeth in my shoulder, his body tensing over mine as he cums inside me.

He gently wraps one arm around my chest, and one arm around my stomach, supporting me as I collapse forwards, breathing heavily.

He laughs softly as an incoherent babble leaves my mouth and pulls me into him tightly, placing a burning kiss on my neck.

'That good huh baby?' He murmurs into my skin.

I shiver.

Why do I like it so much when he calls me that?

I lean my head back on his shoulder so I can meet his gaze and smirk, 'Tolerable.'

He grabs my jaw and kisses me.

It's languid and all tongue. I moan deliriously at the taste of him in my mouth, sliding my tongue against his wetly as I take his bottom lip between mine.

I'm rewarded by his deep groan, his hands tightening on my body as he presses my back against his chest.

He pulls back, his thumb stroking at my bleeding lip.

It stings.

His mouth curves up sinfully, 'Is that from me?'

'No, that was me.' I admit, meeting his burning green eyes. 'I was trying not to scream.' His irises darken in response, his warm mouth brushing over mine.

'Do you know how badly I want to hear you scream my name while I fuck you?' He murmurs, sending a jolt of heat to snap down my spine.

I whimper and he groans softly. 'Do you scream it when you make yourself cum baby? When you're alone and fucking yourself with your fingers?'

'Yes.' I admit breathily.

I shift my hips and feel him thicken and harden inside of me again, making me whimper.

The ache is back, deep in the pit of my stomach, rising inside of me until I can barely breathe.

Edward groans, his mouth clashing with mine. 'Fuck.'

He circles his hips gently and I shudder violently at the sensation.

I can feel his cum, slowly making its way out of me, my thighs slick with our pleasure.

He rocks himself up into me slowly. He's so deep inside me and so fucking thick and warm. I shudder, clenching down on him as his large, burning hands palm my heavy breasts.

'So good.' I gasp.

His fingers gently pull at my nipples sending deep aching pulses of pleasure though my body.

He growls softly, 'Fuck, Bella. I can't…ugh…I need you again.'

'Please.' I whimper.

He fucks me against the wall this time.