Lick This, Dracula

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"Stan!" a deep voice bellowed. "Hey, man, wait up!"

Fuck me, no! Edward cringed. He looked up, only to find Emmett McCarty barreling toward him from across the parking lot with the same shit-eating grin he usually wore in to work on Mondays. The shit-eating grin that said, I got laid.

Their conversations had always been awkward. Emmett was confident and extroverted whereas Edward was anything but. And Emmett always gave Edward hell about one of two things: either his sex life, or rather, his lack there of, or his obsession with vampires.

The one time that Edward had forgotten to hide his lunchtime office reading material, Emmett just happened to walk into his office and find it. Instead of being noble and keeping his mouth shut, Emmett had taken the book to the break room at lunch and then proceeded to show the entire Pharmacokinetics Department his embarrassing secret. Of course, Edward never confronted Emmett about the slight. Edward avoided conflict like the plague. So, for three months after, Edward avoided the entire staff by sneaking around through the service corridors to get to and from his laboratory. He also coordinated teleconferences and specialized, highly volatile experiments that required his physical presence to coincide with section meetings.

On the rare occasion that he and Emmett had to intermingle, Emmett teased him relentlessly about his fascination with vampires. It seemed as if he always had some ridiculous comment or joke ready with which to embarrass Edward. And they aren't even that creative, Edward thought. Emmett really was quite bland. Edward routinely mentally formulated clever quips and retorts, ones that, if he'd ever actually had the balls to say out loud, would have made Emmett blush like a sixteen year old girl caught with her boyfriend and her pants around her ankles.

Regardless, ever since the Halloween party, Edward had made an especially concerted effort to avoid Emmett, well above and beyond his normal avoidance. Interacting with Emmett while knowing that he and Bella had essentially desecrated his desk with their wild, animalistic fucking was simply too much for Edward to handle. So, as Emmett approached him, Edward questioned how his day could possibly get any worse.

His day had already been the day from hell. By nine o' clock, he'd managed to wake up over an hour late, burn his last piece of toast - which befuddled him to no end considering he hadn't changed the setting on his toaster - ruin his favorite oxford with toothpaste splatter, and he had gotten a ticket for speeding. Fucking cop, how do you give someone a ticket for five over? he ranted. But, of course, true to character, Edward had just smiled meekly and apologized when the police officer had handed over the slip of paper.

"Dude, you need a new car," Emmett chuckled as he sidled up to Edward and eyed his older four-door. "You'll never pull any pussy in a Camry. My god, it just screams old man. You need to get yourself a Porsche; I know you can afford it. Or fuck, get a Jeep like mine. Jeeps say, 'I gotta big dick and I know how to use it.'"

Edward groaned internally, knowing that Emmett's topic number one would apparently be the conversation of the day. He never knew quite what to make of Emmett McCarty. The man was a walking hard on and came across like a complete idiot and jackass. But there was no doubt that Emmett definitely 'pulled the pussy' as he so eloquently put it. It distressed Edward no small amount knowing that he could never be able to pull off the confidence that Emmett exuded naturally. "Emmett, what do you want?" Edward sighed, resigned to suffer through Emmett's typical amusement at his expense.

"Hey, I was just wondering where the hell you got to last weekend. You know, at the party. I was planning to ask you last week, but you were all holed up in your lab. So, did you get lucky?" he probed.

"I - uh, I. No," Edward stammered, staggered by the direct nature of Emmett's question.

"Fuck, Stan. Man, we gotta get you laid. That Geekward vibe you constantly throw off just fucking kills me. You know, if you worked on it, you could probably bag a few," Emmett laughed as they walked through the entrance.

"Um, yeah. Whatever. See ya, Emmett," Edward replied in a bewildered tone. He shook his head, puzzled at Emmett's sudden interest in advising him on his sex life. At the thought of 'sex life', he was immediately assaulted with images and sounds from the Saturday before last. If only he knew, he smirked. It was a shame that there would probably be no repeat performance. Edward assumed that Bella had gone home thinking, What the fuck was I thinking.

Edward still could not reconcile what his brain told him had been reality with the situation that presented itself the Monday afterward. That Saturday, he did fuck Bella Swan. And he fucked her hard. And she screamed his name, and begged him to draw blood. He shut his eyes tightly to manage the ongoing onslaught of sensations that that particular memory brought with it.

"Having problems there, Dr. Cullen?" a sultry voice purred in his ear. As he opened his eyes, he saw blood red lips twitching in amusement.

"Dr. Swan," he answered politely, trying to make his surprise less obvious. His fingers fumbled nervously with the keys to his office. These were the first words that Bella had spoken to him since their little late night rendezvous.

"You're late," she countered haughtily, expression shifting from what he'd taken to be seductive to supervisory aggravation. Her brows cocked high and her lips pursed. She widened her stance and gripped her slender fingers across her hipbone. Exactly the place his hands had been. Edward fought the urge to stare and lick his lips over the taut charcoal fabric stretched across her pelvis.

Edward's voice faltered as he stuttered lame excuses and he wrung his hands in anxiety. His distaste for conflict made him a virtual mute to her questioning. And the complication of him having fucked her rendered him confused and embarrassed. How the fuck do I act around this woman now? he mused.

Luckily for him, Bella merely seemed to be taunting him. As Edward's ill-prepared words ungracefully poured out from his mouth, her pursed lips widened into a smile, then a grin, and finally she burst out laughing. "Edward, stop being so silly. And stop fidgeting. I'm just fucking with you," she chuckled. "You are the most productive scientist on my staff. You can come in whenever you damn well please."

His listening comprehension failed him mid-sentence at her usage of 'fucking'. He gaped at her openly and flushed scarlet.

"Oh, but don't forget the department meeting this afternoon. You missed last week's. I could have used you and your band aids… had a nasty paper cut," she whispered as she started to walk away. As she turned, her hand grazed the seam of his pants and pressed lightly against his crotch.

Fucking Christ, he thought as he watched the hypnotic sway of her hips. His cock throbbed just from looking at her, from thinking about burying himself in her. And, of course, from that little touch-tease shit as well. Edward snapped his mouth shut, gave himself a quick adjustment, and turned on his heel toward his normal post-Bella-interaction location.

~O.o~

The staff meeting was an unequivocal bore. The only thing that had kept Edward's interest was the periodic crossing and uncrossing of Bella Swan's legs. Each time her legs moved, he caught small glimpses of the lacy top band of her black thigh highs. And, goddamnit, if she wasn't sucking on that fucking pen again, Edward cursed. She had to know the effect she had on her male staff. Fuck, probably the female staff, too, he considered mischievously. With that thought, his dick jumped every time her tongue curled around the top of her pen. He gratefully thanked the overhang of the conference table for hiding his embarrassing reactions to her movements.

To make up for his late arrival and late start on his experiments, Edward wound up working a bit later than usual. By seven, the building had cleared, leaving him alone in his office. It wasn't as though he had anything better to do, he thought. And he recognized that having the building to himself allowed him to think and read, a luxury usually not afforded him with all the clamoring and hubbub of the labs across from his office.

Content with the quietude, he pulled out the latest issue of the American Journal of Pharmacology and Toxicology. He leaned back in his chair, threw his feet up on his desk, and was immediately drawn into an entry on the mutagenicity of select pharmaceuticals. Edward was so engrossed in the text that he missed the soft rapping at his door.

"Dr. Cullen," a low, feminine voice called. Edward started from his position. He looked up over the thin wire rims of his glasses and saw that Bella Swan was leaning against his doorframe.

Her hair was pulled up in a messy bun and she had unhooked the top three buttons of her black silk blouse. The fragile material clung to her curves like a second skin, and he could see the faint bumps where her nipples - apparently, she wore her nipple rings to work, too - would be underneath. He also noticed that her skirt had ridden high on her legs, exposing those shapely thighs of hers. His thoughts raced back to that one instance where those luscious thighs had been wrapped around his naked waist and his mouth had been clamped onto her bare shoulder.

Bella Swan had starred in every single masturbatory fantasy he had had since that one interaction. He'd imagined taking her in his bed, in his car, in the shower, in the kitchen, over the table, over the couch, in the restroom at the local deli, in his office, bent over the desk in his office. The fact of the matter was, with her standing there in front of him with her clothes in such disarray, there was little chance he could think of anything but sucking and fucking her. He desperately prayed that she wanted something more than just work from him.

Quashing those absurd thoughts and with considerable mental effort, he responded professionally and cordially, "Dr. Swan? May I help you with something? You are here rather late. I thought I had the building to myself."

Instead of answering his query, Edward heard the echo of his door shutting and saw Bella swishing her ass toward him. Edward rolled his chair back a foot as she approached him. She stopped only after she'd rounded the corner of his desk, and stood directly in front of him, leaning against the edge of the desk. Her legs spread to shoulder width and her hips jutted out, practically begging to be grabbed. His breath caught as she teethed her lower lip and then, unexpectedly, she brought her thumb to his mouth.

She trailed the pad of her thumb slowly across his lips, and he felt something hot and wet left behind where her skin had been. His tongue involuntarily darted out and to his immediate arousal, found the pleasant taste of coppery salt.

As his eyes widened and brows climbed, Bella leaned down and whispered in his ear, "I have another paper cut." The inflection was unmistakable when she continued, "I was hoping you'd have something to fix that." She leaned back and gave him a cock-raising wink. Fucking hell, you know I do, he smirked.

Spurred on by her words and obvious physical signals, Edward turned his face to the side and caught her thumb between his lips. He gently sucked and tongued the thick fluid on her skin, eliciting low, erotic moans of pleasure from her lips. His hands came up to her hips as her fingers went to tangle themselves in his mess of unruly, bronzed hair.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, his thoughts repeated as he tasted her, inducing violent shivers of anticipation down his spine. This was impossible. Could he really have found another person who got off on the same twisted shit he did? His senses were nearly overloaded with her. Her taste, her smell, the feel of her body, and the eagerness in which she was offering herself to him rocked his mind, and his cock begged to be set free of its bindings.

As if in response to his silent questions, her hand lifted from his head and pulled open the buttons constraining her chest. Grinning, he maintained suction on her thumb and savored the metallic flavor. One of his hands slipped around to the back of her skirt, and ripped the zipper down. Her skirt fell to the floor, revealing a jack-off worthy thong and black garter belt ensemble that matched her thigh highs and heels. Fuck, he moaned as he palmed her bare ass. She motioned him up and smiled as she shrugged out of her shirt.

At her affirmation, something clicked inside of Edward, and he allowed himself to shove away his innate shyness. Instead, he assumed the role he so often fantasized about, the role of the confident aggressor, the dominant. He moved his mouth to her neck and nipped at her skin. "Did you wear all of this for me?" he hummed against her wet skin.

"Are you asking me if I got up this morning and set out to fuck you?" she breathed shakily.

"Pretty much, yeah. So, did you?" he asked again and then bit down on her shoulder.

Her answer was a throaty, raw moan and a tight gripping of her hand in his hair.

"I didn't hear you," Edward said firmly, following with a harder bite to her other shoulder. He locked his jaw to maintain constant pressure against her skin as he waited for her response.

Bella squirmed in his vice grip and groaned, "Oh, fuck, Edward! Yes! Yes, I wore it for you."

"And the skirt? And shirt? Do you dress just to torture me each day?" he growled. He opened his jaw to loosen the pressure, knowing it would send shudders across her torso.

She panted in desire, "Fuck me! Please, Edward. Yes, I dress for you every fucking day."

"What do you want?" he asked huskily as he pulled his hands away from her.

"You. Your cock. Please. It's all I've thought about," she whimpered at the loss of contact. Her hands shot to his lab coat, and jerked it off of him as her mouth clamped to his. Before his coat touched the floor, her fingers were targeting his belt and pants. Within seconds, they, too, fell in a puddle at his feet.

Briefly pulling away from her mouth, his lips quirked as he said, "Here, let me help with that." He kicked off his shoes and socks as he unbuttoned his oxford. As he shed the shirt, Bella's eyes greedily raked over his torso, clearly surprised at the definition of his sculpted abdominals and chest.

"Like what you see?" he said softly as a tinge of his characteristic timidity flickered. He knew that he was cut. And he assumed that she appreciated his form. But during their last coupling, clothes had remained on. So, he was slightly hesitant.

Bella nodded slowly, unfazed by his sudden touch of shyness and mesmerized by the sight in front of her. As her eyes passed over the bulge under his boxers, her tongue involuntarily darted out and licked her lips.

"Good. I definitely like what I see, what I taste," he purred in return.

Suddenly, Edward felt Bella's body and mouth crash into his. Moving down her body, he enthusiastically sucked and licked her throat and nipped at her ear lobes. Her hands roamed his body, her fingers traced the contours of his muscles, and she returned his earlier bites along his chest. She was leaving marks, which, to Edward, was more than acceptable.

"Fuck, Bella! You're killing me," he groaned as her teeth grazed his nipple.

She pulled away slightly, lids hooded with lust, and then dropped to her knees in front of him. With no hesitation, she pulled his cock out and took it in her mouth. Edward's eyes rolled back in ecstasy, and his hips unwittingly began shallow thrusting motions. He looked down at her mouth around his cock and moaned, "Oh god, so fucking hot... So fu-u-ucking good... Shit!"

Her hand came up to lock around his length and it moved with the bobbing and plunging of her lips. Within minutes of her oral ministrations, he felt the familiar heat and pulsing of his impending orgasm. Her fingers tightened around him. He grunted in time with her movement, "Ah shit, Bella! Fuck! You have to stop, I won't be able to stop myself. Fuck!"

Edward tried to pull her up, but Bella shook her head and increased the speed and depth of motion of her hands and mouth. He shook with rapture as he compared the images of his fantasies with the reality of the moment. With a final thrust, he clenched his eyes shut and grunted as he exploded in her throat.

He tilted his head back and breathed deeply, trying to recover his heart rate. When he looked back down, Bella was standing and wiping a residual drop of his cum off of her lips. She smiled at him and licked her fingers, just as he had done before. His dick responded with a swift tightening. Fuck me! Can I seriously recover this fast? he thought in a daze. Well, apparently so.

"Oh, you dirty little girl. You need to be taught a lesson or two. Nice girls don't lick cum off of their fingers. Just for that, you're keeping your underwear on," he whispered as his green eyes scorched heat and desire.

Edward wrapped his broad hands around her hips and lifted her to his desk. He placed his fingers on the insides of her knees and pushed her legs apart, exposing her thong-covered pussy. He reached one hand up to her breasts and roughly kneaded her through the sheer fabric of her lacy bra. He could feel her nipple rings flipping and turning. His other hand went to her crotch, and his fingers grazed the darkened fabric covering her. Bella thrashed her body around and pushed herself down to meet his palm.

"Eager?" he teased. Rather than waiting for her response, he sat in his chair and scooted up toward her. With a smack of his lips, he jerked the slip of fabric to the side and plunged his tongue into her pussy. Holy fucking shit, she tastes delicious, he thought. Edward mused that he could eat her pussy every single day and be happy.

At contact with her clitoris, Bella squinted and wailed, "Yes! Yes! Shit, yes!" Her hands wrapped around the back of Edward's head and pulled his face into her.

Grinning widely, he flicked her nub with his tongue and slipped a finger inside her. As he sucked and licked, he hummed, sending vibrations throughout her core. Edward crooked his fingers and located the small rough spot along her muscle walls. As he stroked and massaged her, Bella squealed and moaned incoherently. Within moments, he felt her walls flex and clench around his finger, signaling her coming orgasm. He murmured against her, "Come, come for me, Bella. Let me taste it."

Her hips lifted from the table and gyrated against him. With a few last synchronized flicks of his finger tip inside her and tongue against her clit, he felt her fall apart. Her muscles constricted around his finger, and she yelled his name. Slowly, he slid his fingers from her and reassumed the firm hold on her hips.

"I'm not done with you yet," he exhaled loudly. Edward abruptly flipped her around and bent her across his desk. The image below him was exactly as he'd imagined. Still high from her orgasm, Bella moaned in pleasure as he impaled her with his cock from behind. As he penetrated her, he felt the quivering of her muscles. So fucking tight, he silently screamed. Once he was completely inside her, he paused for a brief second to relish the tight velvet surrounding him.

Edward gripped her sides and pulled her into him as he thrust. With each pull and push, he increased the force of his motions. Bella arched her back and lifted her ass to allow him deeper access.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! My! God! Edward! Fu-u-u-u-u-uck! Yes, fuck me, yes!" she screamed loudly. She bucked her hips against him and rolled her ass around in circular motions. After long minutes of deep, forceful hammering, both were covered in a heavy layer of sweat.

A small bead rolled down her back into the delicate dip above her rear. With one hand on her shoulder, Edward snaked his arm around her waist and clutched her body to his. Edward bent down and licked her back as he maintained vigorous pumping. At the taste of her sweat, his mind flashed to the memory of her metallic saltiness that he so loved and he felt his orgasm quickly mounting.

"Edward! Oh fuck, yes! I'm going, I'm going to... going to come! Oh my god! Ah! Oh! Fuck!"

His hips pounded into her, extracting moans and groans from them both. "Fuck, Bella. Oh god!" he cried. With a final scream, he felt her walls tightening around his cock, milking out his orgasm.

Edward collapsed across her back, panting for air. "Oh, fuck. God, please don't make me wait that long again," he managed shakily as he slowly pulled them both upright.

Bella leaned her head back against his shoulder and reached her hand up to stroke his hair. Edward felt the small residual shudders passing through her torso as she quieted. He noted the twin purplish bite-shaped bruises on her shoulders, and bent his head down to languidly lick his marks. She breathed heavily, "No, no. Definitely not."

"Tomorrow?" he asked mischievously. "I didn't even get a chance to play with your nipple accessories this time."

She eyed him hungrily and chuckled "Tomorrow, then. Do you think we should get tetanus or rabies shots?"

"Are you rabid?" Edward laughed.

"You never know," she whispered as she bit lazily into his wrist.