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XVIII
I sit in biology, biting at my pen, the plastic smooth against my lip.
He hasn't shown the last two classes.
It's been 10 days since I've touched him, and my body is in withdrawal. My fingers tremble, sleep is fractured, the air weighs down heavier on me.
I need my drug. Just once. His tongue, his hands, his cock. One hit and I'll do better next time, last longer.
My whole-body twitches as he enters the room and I meet his emerald eyes.
They burn with a new intensity that I haven't seen yet. It scalds me, rips across my skin and fills it with acid as it sinks deep, pooling in my chest where something aches.
He tears his gaze from mine.
I hear him ask to move seats.
Teeth and Tits, because her real name is lost to me, offers him a look that says, 'Sorry but no.'
She's clearly unaware of the situation or deems it above her pay grade.
He shoots her the same look he gave me but she barely blinks, her blue eyes flicking to my table for a beat before she tells him to go and sit down.
I've never been fond of a teacher before.
All heads turn to look as he crashes into the chair next to mine, his lip curled up, verdant eyes blazing, his fists tight.
His shirt stretches tightly against his pecs, tension radiating from his body.
Something heavy slams into my rib cage and starts pounding there, the heavy drumbeat sounding in my ears.
Tits and Teeth commands attention and finally curious eyes leave us, focusing on parted lips and swaying breasts.
I can see her speaking, but I hear nothing but the drums.
My eyes watch him in the peripheral.
He is glorious in his anger, his cheeks flushed pink, his tightly muscled body straining.
His breath comes out in slight pants as he moves his arms to cross his chest, his gaze burning a hole into T&T.
It makes his biceps strain, the thick muscles in his arms cording with the pressure.
My breathing hitches against my will.
It's always tortures, to sit with him like this, but there's something different today.
Even as the static crackles across my skin and liquid fire spreads in my belly, a new sensation heightens the desperation. Something has latched onto the centre of my chest and is burrowing itself deep, biting away at sinew and flesh. It aches all the way down to my hips.
He gets out his laptop and wrenches it open, his eyes fixed forwards.
I study him closer.
There are dark shadows above his cheekbones that increase in pigment as they rise up towards his eyes.
He looks…tired.
Broken.
The thing in my chest burrows deeper.
His lips part as he concentrates.
I swallow. Several times.
Something is lodged in my throat, blocking me.
I sigh.
My body freezes as he turns his head and his bright green eyes meet mine.
My breath catches, a strangled noise leaving my lips as my lower stomach pulses.
His face darkens instantly, anger rolling through his features.
He looks like an avenging god and I want to get to my knees in supplication.
Heat spreads from between my legs, dousing me in flames.
My breathing picks up and his verdant eyes darken, still blazing as he stares at me.
I feel electrified under his gaze, my nipples tightening to hard peaks as a gush of wet releases between my legs.
My body jolts as my eyes drop to the thick bulge in his jeans.
He hates me.
But he still wants to fuck me.
Desperation claws its way up from my belly into my fingers and I reach out to touch him.
He grips my wrist hard before I reach him.
My eyes flutter at the spark that goes through my body, his skin against mine overloading my senses until I'm practically shaking.
For a moment we sit there, frozen.
'Excuse me Ms. Taylor.' He says politely, letting go of me abruptly. 'I need to go.'
Ah. Ms. Taylor, not Tits and Teeth.
I frown as it occurs to me that he's asking to leave.
'Why Edward?' She asks, her voice soft with concern.
'I don't feel well.' He stated firmly.
Hmm.
There's a chance she'll ask me to come. Does he remember? Is that what he wants?
'Well, Bella can take you to the nurse.' She offers.
'I think I'm just going to go home.' Edward says, offering her a charming smile.
It doesn't work.
He's too angry to be charming.
'You can stay, or you can go to the nurse. Up to you.' She stated firmly.
'I'll take him.' I say, making the class turn to me in shock.
I scowl and several swivel back to the front immediately.
'Thank you, Bella.'
No, thank you T&T. I decide I prefer her made up name.
I leave my stuff behind, but he packs his roughly, making loud crashes as he throws it together.
So, it wasn't his plan for me to come, but I'm coming anyway.
I don't know what I'm going to do.
I think I want to talk to him.
We walk out the room and instantly he's striding away from me.
I chase him.
'Edward. Wait. It's not what you think.' I plead.
He freezes and turns to me with a dark expression. 'What is it then? Tell me. Did you or did you fucking not, tell your dad what I said?'
'I-'
He steps closer to me, his eyes darkening to a jade.
'Well Bella?' He snarls, moving even closer.
He's pressing me into the locker with his hard body now and my eyes roll back into my head at the feel of him against me.
He smells like sex and honey and cloves.
My addiction is in reach, and I need it.
'Edward.' I try to tell him, my voice coming out throatier than intended.
His breath catches, as if suddenly realising the closeness of our bodies.
For a second I stare at him, knowing I need to explain but unable to take my eyes off his sexy, red, parted, mouth.
Need has infiltrated my system now; I'm no longer driving.
His breath comes out in short pants and I can almost taste him on my tongue.
I glance to my right and see the toilets where we first played the game.
He follows my gaze and then he grips me by the arm, practically dragging me with him we enter the bathroom.
Mercifully it's empty.
He releases my arm and shoves me away from him, his rucksack hitting the floor with a loud bang.
'I fucking hate you.' He growls. 'You have ruined my life. My father's life.'
I stare at him, knowing his words should upset me but unable to grasp the feeling.
I'm too busy drowning in my own desire.
He's standing so tall, his face drawn in anger, muscles coiled, emerald eyes blazing as they lock with mine.
My thighs clench at the sight, heat licking between my legs.
I've never wanted him more.
I lick my lips and his gaze suddenly drops to my mouth, his parting slightly in response.
'Fuck.' He growls. 'Come here.'
I obediently step towards him and then he grips me by the throat and pins me to the wall roughly, a loud thud echoing as my back hits it.
I hold back my cry of pleasure but my body betrays me, my back arching as I pant, eyes hooded as I gaze into his verdant orbs.
'Do you even fucking care what you've done? Are you even sorry?' He snarls as he presses himself against me.
The delicious heat of his body against mine is ecstasy and my arms grip his biceps, pulling him closer.
His lower body relents, and I make a noise in the back of my throat at the feel of his stiff cock, hot and heavy where it lies against my stomach.
It's been too long since I've felt him inside of me and desperation is making my limbs shake. My hit is close enough to taste and I need this dose to survive.
I don't speak. Can't anyway. He's holding my throat so fucking completely, his large hand completely wrapped around my neck, fingers splaying wide.
I want him to squeeze, but he doesn't.
'I trusted you.' He says this differently, his voice cracking in a way that causes that thing that was burrowing in my chest earlier to renew its mission with vigour.
There's a moment where the pain in my chest overtakes my desire but then it's renewed, the sensation making the space between my legs pulse in desperation.
I want him so badly I can barely see.
No, not want. Need.
'Please.' The words fall from my lips, breathless and dripping with desire.
I'm begging him. To fuck me or to forgive me, I'm not sure which.
His mouth crashes to mine before I can figure it out and my eyes roll back in my head as relief floods my body.
It's short lived, replaced then by an all-consuming fire that floods my veins, scorching me dry and soaking my aching core.
His kiss is fierce and unyielding, his fingers squeezing my throat finally as he flicks his tongue at my lips, asking me to open my mouth.
I oblige him, and his heady groan as his tongue meets mine makes my vision go white.
My hands move up his strong arms to his hair and I grip it tightly, angling my head as I try to take his tongue deeper in my mouth.
More. More of his taste, more of his tongue.
He pulls back, breathing harshly and then removes his hand from my neck, picking me up by the thighs and walking across the room.
I wrap them around his slip hips, gasping as I acquaint my dripping centre with the hard bulge in his jeans, his shudder and the way it throbs against me only heightening my desire.
I fucking ache for him.
I crash my mouth to his and he stumbles slightly, growling against my lips as we crash heavily into the far wall.
I barely hear the bang, my hips rolling against his thick cock, the sweet friction making me whine in the back of my throat.
He manages to get us into the stall, I'm not quite sure how, and the door slams behind us as he leans his back against it, his knees bending as he grips my hips, his mouth devouring mine as my feet slide to the floor.
I reach back to slide the bolt, then press myself against him, tangling my hands in his soft hair as I taste his tongue, aching at how it swipes at mine, firm and slick, the wet sucks of his lips as he takes mine between them leaving me a shuddering mess.
He steps me backwards and then sideways, my back scraping against the rough wall of the bathroom as he pressed into me firmly.
This is the bigger stall and we're going to need it.
I pull back, gasping for air and he kisses down my throat, hot, wet, rough passes of his mouth that make me cry out his name.
He stops, his hand gripping my throat again as he looks up at me, his green eyes aflame.
'Don't make a fucking sound.' He commands roughly.
I bite back my whimper and nod, my head jerking back against the wall with a slight crack as his tongue runs up my jaw.
His hand softens on my throat then, and his mouth meets mine with a slightly softer touch, his tongue rubbing and licking at mine.
Then I tug at his hair and he slaps his hand against the wall, snarling into my mouth as his kiss becomes fiercer and harder, his teeth sinking into my lower lip for a moment before he sucks it into his mouth.
His other hand goes in between my legs and he hisses as he feels the damp denim, rubbing his hand against it.
I grit my teeth to stay quiet.
His hand is so hot and the pressure makes me feel like I'm going to fucking die, my clit throbbing as more wetness seeps from my aching core.
He fumbles with my buttons, pulling back from my mouth with a scowl as his other hand goes to help.
'Of all the fucking days to wear jeans.' He snaps at me, tugging them down roughly along with my underwear.
I'm doing the same to him and he slaps my hands out the way when I succeed, pulling his jeans and boxers over his ass himself and shoving them down, stepping out of one leg.
The floor is probably dirty but I'm past giving a fuck.
I lick my lips as I watch his beautiful, swollen cock bounce with his movements. It's purple at the head and his pre cum glistens in the light.
I need it in my mouth.
He barely has time to react before I'm on my knees, licking across the head and shivering at the salty taste of him on my tongue.
'Shit.' He snarls, his hands cradling my head as he pulls my hair out the way.
There's the sound of the bathroom door opening and people talking, but neither of us pause, Edward's jaw straining as he fights to stay quiet.
I take him deep into my throat and shiver at the way his hands tighten, his mouth opening in a silent groan as he bucks his hips into my mouth.
I'm not teasing him, I just want him, however I can have him.
I can feel myself literally dripping with desire, the back of my thighs getting wet as I kneel in front him. It's not just the fact I have his big cock in my mouth, all heavy and hot and fucking satin, it's the sight of him, his emerald eyes hooded as he watches me suck him, his tongue licking at his bottom lip.
There's the sound of someone peeing next to us and Edward's eyebrows lift slightly, a smirk playing at his mouth.
I grip his ass and pull him closer, taking him deeper and the smirk disappears as he grips my hair tightly, doubling over as he fights to stay quiet.
His hands cradle my jaw again as he bends further down. I replace my mouth on his cock with my hand and lift up on my knees to meet his lips.
It's all tongue, so wet and heady and fucking sinful.
He pulls back, his verdant eyes burning into mine. 'Come here.' He mouths, tilting his chin up slightly.
I stand and he smirks at me for a moment before lowering to his knees, picking one of my legs up and placing it over his shoulder.
My eyes widen and he licks his lips, keeping his eyes on me as he runs the flat of his tongue up my dripping slit.
He pulls back with an expression that makes me clench, his darkening eyes hooding over and his large hand wrapping around his thick cock and squeezing.
'So, fucking wet.' He mouths at me, licking his lips and then going back for more, his hot mouth licking and sucking at my swollen clit.
I taste blood as I bite down into my lower lip to stay quiet, my hands tearing at my hair.
There's the sound of hands washing and then there's the slam of the door and the room falls silent again.
Edward is standing up before I even register it and he turns my body roughly and bends me at the waist.
I choke back a moan as burning hands grip my ass. 'So, fucking hot.' He growls throatily.
I feel his thick, blunt head, pressing right against my soaking pussy and I shudder.
He's pushing inside of me in one hard thrust and I reach back and grip his arm tightly to stay quiet.
'Fuuuuck.' He snarls.
His pace is punishing, loud slaps echoing around us from the sound of our flesh meeting.
I stay silent, as I was told, tearing into the flesh of my lip until I feel blood dripping down my chin.
His body curves over mine as he fucks me, taking the hand I'm holding onto him with and pulling me back into his body, so my back is arched and my other hand slips off the wall.
He grabs that arm too, gripping my bicep, then bends me forwards even more, my shoulders straining slightly as he keeps me from falling.
My body is fucking shaking it's so good, I can barely remember my fucking name. But I don't make a sound, my head dropping as I clench down on his cock hard.
'Fuck yes.' He snarls as I cum hard, my back bowing as I grit my teeth, a strangled noise slipping from my closed lips without my permission.
His hands tighten on my arms and I can tell from the way he's moving that he's about to cum.
The thought makes me shudder, I'm so close again, but I don't think he'll let me.
I narrow my stance and he starts to fuck me harder, his hips circling wildly as he groans low in his throat.
The sound makes me shake with desire. He's so fucking hot.
'Hold the wall.' He growls, releasing one of my hands.
I grasp the wall gratefully and then almost crumple as I feel his thumb pressing into my clit.
I fall over the edge, spasming wildly on his cock, grateful for the arm that's holding me when my hand falters on the wall.
He's straight after me, groaning low in his throat as his hips slow down, pumping me full of his cum.
So. Fucking. Good.
I can feel tears running down my cheeks and I'm not sure if it's the pleasure from my orgasm, or they're relief from the withdrawal.
We stand there for a moment, breathing hard.
I can feel sweat dripping down my spine, and I shudder when I feel his tongue running up my shoulder blade, my pussy clenching down on him.
He groans, releasing my arm.
I place it on the wall next to the other, panting with exertion, tears still pouring down my cheeks.
I'm scared to stand up because he's going to go back to hating me. That thing starts burrowing in my chest again, my tears falling for a different and more confusing reason.
This has never happened to me before and I don't know what to do.
Edward pulls out of me and the feel of him leaving my body just makes the tears come faster, big heavy drops now.
'We need to go.' Edward says in a quiet, detached voice.
There's a pang in my chest where the hole is being dug.
I can't reply, I can't speak, there's something in my throat stopping me, and I'm almost certain if I try a sob will come out.
And I don't want to be crying.
I never cry.
I don't understand what's happening to me.
Edward suddenly spins me to face him and seeing him just makes it worse, the burrowing going deeper and deeper, worming its way into my lungs so I can hardly breathe.
Panic crosses his face and his hands are on my cheeks. 'Shit. Baby did I hurt you?' He chokes out, his green eyes searching mine as he swallows. 'Fuck, Bella your lip.'
He strokes across my chin and his thumb comes back a deep red.
I suck my lip it into my mouth and taste metal.
'Bella, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm just fucking pissed off and I…'
I shake my head, wanting to tell him that he didn't hurt me but unable to speak.
'Please say something.' He says, looking stricken.
'I'm…' A sob makes its way out of my mouth and then suddenly I'm wrapped up his arms and he's so warm and he's holding me and then I'm crying.
Properly crying into his chest.
He's silent but he doesn't let me go, pressing his cheek to my head as I cry quietly, his hands rubbing up my back.
My tears start to fade, and I can breathe again.
If he notices he doesn't let me go, and I don't move. It feels too good in his arms.
I hate that.
I hate that I like the way he's hugging me.
I hate that I cried.
I hate that he smells so good.
I hate that my lip is cut open but doesn't hurt anywhere near as much as this thing that's burrowing in my chest.
I hate that I don't know what it is.
Suddenly he pulls back from me and I wipe my eyes hastily, avoiding meeting his gaze.
'I don't know what came over me.' I admit. 'You didn't hurt me.'
He's quiet. 'I wanted to. Hurt you…'
I look up at him and he stares at me with this raw expression that makes a band tighten around my chest.
'I didn't tell him.' I say. 'But I knew he was looking into it. That's what I wanted to tell you…why I was avoiding you before.'
I don't apologise.
I'm not sorry that Charlie was looking into his father.
I'm just sorry it hurts him.
Edward doesn't say anything, just stares at me.
'He's going to go to prison.' He then says, his eyes darkening.
I nod. 'Charlie doesn't lose in court very often. So probably.'
My honesty is a little brutal, but he doesn't seem to react.
'Would you have told him?' Edward asks me suddenly.
I frown at him. 'No.'
'Why?' He asks, that raw emotion still written all over his face.
I don't know what it is, but it terrifies me.
I should lie.
But I can't.
I don't want him to hate me. I want him to…
I just don't want him to hate me.
'Because…because you told me. So, I just wouldn't.' I tell him truthfully, wiping away the liquid that is running down my chin.
Edward moves, pulling out tissue paper.
I hold out my hand to take it, but he tilts my head up and wipes it across my chin carefully.
It comes back red.
'Suck it.' He commands.
I drop my eyes to his softening erection with a raised eyebrow and he laughs quietly. 'Your lip beautiful, not my cock.'
I glance up at him in surprise at the endearment and his cheeks become slightly pink.
He's beautiful.
The burrowing stops in my chest and is replaced by warmth, spreading and soothing where I've been torn.
I suck my lip obediently and study him, my eyebrows knitting together in confusion.
He sighs, his eyes on my mouth.
I jump as he reaches down for more paper, releasing my lip accidentally.
He looks up at me with amusement and then places the tissue between my legs, his hand gently skimming over my thigh as he moves his mouth to mine and sucks my bottom lip into his mouth.
It stings a little, but more than that it sends a spike of heat down my spine, making me shiver.
'I told you to suck it.' He says as he pulls back with a slight smirk, his thumb pushing it back into my mouth.
I suck his thumb instead, moaning softly as I taste his skin.
His eyes darken, his mouth parting.
'Fuck.' I love the way his mouth wraps around that word.
I want to tease him more, but I know it's a bad idea. We've been in here too long. Escaping will be hard this time.
And isn't he still angry with me?
I ask him, running my tongue over the cut in my lip. 'Do you still hate me?'
Surprise flits across his features and then he smirks. 'No. Well truthfully, I never hated you in the first place, I just wanted to.'
'But I still knew…' I tell him in confusion.
He sighs wearily and I find myself stepping forward and stroking the dark circle under his eye.
I snatch my hand back in embarrassment, but he catches it and pulls it back to his cheek, his lips curving up.
'If he was already investigating him, it wouldn't have helped, you telling me or not.' He says seriously, his thumb smoothing into my skin. 'I was angry before because I thought it was my fault…that I'd done this to him by telling you. That you'd...betrayed me. But it was his fault.' His features darken. 'They're taking away everything. Confiscating it until the trial so he can't post bail.'
'I know.' I say softly, tracing the line of his cheekbone with my fingers.
His skin is so soft.
'What are we doing Bella?' Edward asks me, the serious tone of his voice making my hand falter.
I pull back from him completely.
'I…don't know.' I admit, then blanche.
What was wrong with me today, the crying, the telling the truth, the transparency. It wasn't like me at all.
'You have a girlfriend.' I add.
'Do you want me to not have a girlfriend?' Edward asks me, searching my eyes.
'Do you not want a girlfriend?' I counter.
'I want one.' He says with a slight smile.
Oh.
'I have to go.' I tell him, reaching down to pick up my jeans.
His arms stop me, his warm body pulling me back against his as his strong arm wraps around my stomach.
I start to struggle but then his mouth brushes my ear. 'I want you.' He says quietly.
My heart starts banging against my chest again.
I pull out of his hold and get my jeans on quickly, avoiding his gaze.
'Bella, wait…' He says frustratedly as I open the door to the stall and walk over to the sink.
The sound of the main door opening makes his face pale and he shuts the bathroom door quickly.
I bow my head as I stand at the sink, washing my face and wiping at my eyes and my lip.
I don't know what to do with what he just said.
I don't know what it means.
When I glance up again, something launches up into my rib cage making me inhale sharply with shock.
Because it's her standing next to me.
Her blonde hair in waves, her icy blue eyes fixed on her own face as she applies lipstick in the mirror.
She glances over at me with a cold smirk. 'Hope you're crying because of what your asshole father did to Eddie's. You have no idea how much he hates you.'
I don't rise to her taunt but then she says, 'Do you know what though, all of his anger at you is actually translating to some phenomenal sex, so I guess I should thank you.' She laughs like we're best friends. 'This morning I had to convince him we should even go to school; he was all over me.'
The gnawing is back in my chest.
She stares at me with a raised eyebrow, waiting for me to laugh, or respond in some way, but when I don't, she glares at me. 'God you're such a fucking loser.'
I leave first, darting a glance at the back stall.
I don't care that he slept with her this morning.
Except I do.
I really fucking do.
