FFH Outtake: Suck It Like Carmilla
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"Goddamn it, Emmett!" Edward exclaimed. "Don't fucking touch anything!"
Edward sighed loudly as he watched yet another two-week fermentation procedure go to ruin because Dr. Emmett McCarty could not seem to enter a laboratory without somehow jeopardizing the health, safety, and mental stability of the entire division. By now, however, Edward had given up on trying to apprehend how and why Emmett had bothered going into research at all. He was loud and impatient, had thumbs for fingers, and possessed not a modicum of scientific ingenuity or logic.
At least he could be entertaining, Edward acknowledged. That is, when he isn't lighting laboratories on fire.
"Dude, what the fuck? Calm down," Emmett laughed. "It isn't like you don't have, what, like thirty of these experiments going on? So what if this one smoked up a little bit. That greenish smoke looks pretty fucking cool to me."
Arguing with Emmett was an entirely fruitless endeavor, not to mention exceptionally painful. Edward hated conflict, hated it with a burning passion, and would do next to anything to avoid it. If people were categorized as 'fight or flight', Edward was most assuredly in the 'flight' category.
With the exception of one.
Isabella Swan.
Sexual goddess, temptress, and motherfucking sexual deviant, she called to him as no other had before. His thoughts were absolutely consumed with her, oftentimes at the most inopportune moments. Like at work.
"Dr. Cullen. Dr. McCarty." A low, sultry voice rang out from across the room.
Ah, speak of the devil and she appears, Edward chuckled silently.
In his ire, Edward had not even noticed the telltale creak of the door opening. Her high heels – four-inch, no less – clicked a staccato rhythm across the tile floor as her hips swayed their endlessly provocative path. How she managed to walk in those death traps he would never understand, but would forever be grateful. For between those heels and the naughty underthings that Edward knew for certain would be hiding underneath her work attire, his dick never had a chance. Her work attire was distracting enough as is.
"Dr. McCarty? I heard that you have destroyed yet more property?" she asked, one perfect brow arched.
Emmett clearly did not recognize the amusement in Dr. Swan's tone, nor did he detect the slight quirking of her lips. But then, few knew her as Edward did. He wanted to laugh at Emmett's uncomfortable expression, to gleefully gloat, but that would, of course, be unacceptable. Maintaining the secrecy of his and Bella's relationship was of the utmost importance. He simply could not afford to risk disclosure. Thus, he stood idly by, with what he hoped to be an indifferent expression.
"Um, yes?" Emmett stuttered, his forehead notably breaking into a slight sheen of sweat. "I-I'll get back with you, Edward. Um, maybe you can borrow my technician until you get caught up."
And with that, Emmett promptly excused himself, fleeing before he was trounced by not only Edward, but by his supervisor as well.
"Dr. Swan," Edward greeted once the door latched shut.
Over the thin tortoise wire rims of his glasses, his emerald eyes raked down her body, pausing just briefly at her chest, looking for the slight bumps he knew to be her nipple rings. Without permission, his forefinger darted out and lightly flicked the silk-covered protrusion.
Despite their numerous couplings, each time he looked at her, Edward felt a twinge of trepidation, partly expecting her to rebuff his advances. It never ceased to bewilder him that this vixen of a woman wanted to fuck him. A lot.
"Mmm, Dr. Cullen," she purred. "Good morning to you. Sounds like you've had a rough morning. Do you need to…vent?"
Her small hand stole between the front seams of his lab coat, and then inside his oxford. Lightly, her nails scraped along the sharp planes of his abdominals, eliciting a ripple of shudders and a low groan. Fuck! he thought. Any lingering ruminations of the lab fire vanished. Instead, all he could think of was clamping his mouth down on her soft, white skin. At the remembrance of the metallic taste of her, shivers of anticipation rolled down through his abdomen to his stiffening cock.
After a quick look toward the door, tentatively, he leaned down and took her earlobe between his teeth. Copying her motion, his hand snuck between the buttons of her blouse and cupped a lace-covered breast.
"Fuck," he cursed against her skin, noting how her body involuntarily swelled against his palm.
"You're wet, aren't you?" he whispered.
Her response was a breathy panted, "Ye-es."
Her deep navy blouse was delectably cut, and as always, she had unbuttoned one too many clasps. A peek of dark lace hinted just over the top curve of her breasts. He knew that particular piece of lingerie; he had purchased that himself from the Agent Provocateur catalog.
He trailed a long, slender finger down the muscle of her neck, glancing over the dips in her collarbones. The barely visible, pale, and slightly raised outline of his teeth along the top of her shoulder felt like silk underneath his fingertips. He lowered his mouth to her shoulder and licked along the scar. My mark. Mine. You are fucking mine, he thought.
When he heard her breathing hitch, Edward's lips curved upward. "What would you like me to do about it, Dr. Swan?"
Her eyes were lidded, a dark scorching chocolate. He knew exactly what she wanted, never mind their current locale.
Fucking at work held certain inherent dangers. First and foremost, there was the high potential for being caught. And for couples wanting to hide their rendezvous, discovery was a formidable risk. Secondly…Well, there is no secondly, Edward realized. In reality, the only thing keeping him from stripping her down and fucking her across the lab bench was the possibility of Emmett or Rose or God forbid, those nosy micromanaging members of upper management walking through the door. For some inexplicable reason, Dr. Caius was particularly interested in the goings on of Edward's laboratory. Dr. Caius doesn't know a virus from bacteria. His only purpose in life is to strip resources and funding. Asshole, Edward mutely spat.
Regardless, he could not very well leave Bella in this state of arousal. And his cock was at full attention, painfully pressing against the line of his zipper. His state needed to be addressed as well. Fucking her was infinitely more appealing than his typical pre-Bella mid-day bathroom wanks.
Her tongue traced along her teeth, and her fingers dug into his side. Looking around once more, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into a nearby side lab. Luckily, this particular space housed Edward's very new and very expensive chromatography and spectroscopy equipment. Considering the nature of the instruments and his obsessive peculiarities, only he had the key, making this a relatively safe location.
With a tug and a flip of the lock, they were secluded and likely not to be disturbed. Before the lock's echo had silenced, Bella's hands shot to his coat and jerked it down his shoulders.
"In a hurry?" he asked, eyes boring into hers.
"Yes," she said flatly.
"And what exactly do you think is going to occur here?" he returned, as he grabbed her hips. He often marveled at the shape and size of her hip bones. It was as though they were perfectly sized for his palms and fingers. And goddamnit if she doesn't moan when they tighten, he thought, happily recalling their recent successful forays into light bondage and spankings.
Her expression turned to pleading, and momentarily, he was taken aback by her change in demeanor. What the fuck have I done to deserve you? he queried himself. For the hundredth time, he briefly contemplated their relationship. The statistics were simply mind-boggling and, according to Edward, thoroughly skewed against his favor. He had yet to reconcile pragmatism to fantasy. Regardless, here they were. Again. His thoughts cartwheeled a series of expletives.
"Fuck me, Edward. Please," she begged, pulling him from the distraction of her expression. Her pink tongue darted out again, this time slowly licking across her lips.
His mouth crashed into hers in a flurry of tongues and teeth and eager lips. His hands pawed at her chest and efficiently relieved her of her blouse The lace bra underneath was warm and silky, and the slivers of silver shining through caused his dick to jump. Through the fabric, he thumbed along her nipples, delighting as they hardened.
Indistinctly, he caught a glimpse of the yellow of his tie as it flew across the room. Shortly thereafter, his white button-up somehow found itself untucked and open, revealing the hard planes of his chest and stomach. A moment later, his trousers were piled around his ankles.
What had been light scratching became more fervent clawing, signaling she was more than wanting. No doubt, his torso would be littered with red streaks afterward. The light stinging was painfully arousing. He wanted to ask for her to increase her force.
His hands ghosted to the hem of her skirt, and abruptly, pulled it up around her waist. He groaned into her mouth as he traced her sheer thigh highs and popped the ribboned garters.
Fucking bows, he moaned silently. She wears fucking bows. Like a goddamned present!
Carefully, he backed himself up, anticipating the ever-comfortable chair behind him. When his knees hit, he sank down onto the leather cushion, pulling her on top of him. Bella's mouth slacked in surprise as she understood his intent. Frantically, she scrambled to straddle him.
Having practiced the move many times, his fingers quickly found the clasp of her bra, and chucked the offending fabric to the floor. He nipped at the tops of her breasts as his fingers looped and tugged one of the small rings.
"Oh, God, Edward," she moaned.
"Shh, Bella. If you can't be quiet, I won't fuck you," he murmured just before taking the other nipple in his mouth. His tongue flicked the metal ring up and down. As his suction increased, he noticed her breathing catch once more, but she at least kept silent.
Instead, her hips swiveled against his cock, creating unbelievably satisfying friction. At the contact, moisture, seeping through the fabric of her panties, coated him. He could smell her arousal.
"You are so wet, Bella. Fuck me, you're wet," he grunted, as her hips circled again.
He jerked her panties to the side. "Do you want it?" he asked.
"Please, Edward," she cried softly, grinding her clitoris against his length again.
"Fucking take it then. Fuck me how you want it, baby. Show me, Bella. Show me how you want my cock," he whispered.
Bella's head lolled back, granting him access to her exposed neck. He lapped at her skin and teethed his favorite place on her body, that long muscle between her neck and shoulder. As she raised herself up, Edward guided his tip to her entrance.
"Let me have it. Let me feel that pussy around me," he said, as he pulled again at her nipple rings.
In a single, forceful downward stroke, he was completely sheathed inside of her.
Dimly, he heard her cry out, and he exhaled sharply, "Oh, God!"
He loved the feel of that first downstroke; the feel of her oh-so-tight muscles clamping around his cock was one of the most remarkable sensations he'd experienced. It was so extraordinary; Edward occasionally worried whether or not his tactile awareness would eventually become desensitized to the motion. He zealously hoped not. And thus far, his worry, thankfully, had no merit. She was as tight as the first time.
His fingers grasped her hipbones again, roughly guiding her up and down his length. Her nails burrowed into the tops of his shoulders from her grip. There was little chance that he wouldn't find tiny bloody crescents along his shoulders and arms when they were done. Yours, baby. I'm all yours! he cried.
"That's it, Bella. Fuck me," he grunted.
Her enthusiasm coupled with his own resulted in strong, dynamic movements, more so than he'd anticipated with her position atop. The silence of the room echoed with sharp, rhythmic claps of skin and soft moans. Sweat beaded along his brow from exertion and from holding back his orgasm. He wanted to fucking explode inside of her.
A low groan rumbled in his chest as Bella rocked her hips, driving him deeper inside.
"Oh, fuck, Edward. Oh…God! Fuck," she breathed, barely subduing her volume.
He loved hearing her lose it, loved hearing her scream. Of course, the screaming has to wait, he concluded. Their position was indeed compromising. But, God, how I want to hear her yell my name! he wished mutely.
His teeth found and grazed her nipples as she slid along his cock, eliciting hisses of pleasure. Wanting to drive her even closer to the edge, his hands swept along her hips to her ass, grabbing and kneading the satiny flesh. His forefinger crept down between her spread cheeks and lightly glanced over her soft pucker.
Bella's eyes shot wide open, and her movements faltered. Against his chest, he felt her breasts swell, and a too-loud moan resounded in his ears. He smirked against her breast at her surprise.
"Do you like that, Bella?" he murmured.
She said nothing, but her body responded clearly and loudly. Her hips bucked hard against him and she impaled herself on his cock with renewed vigor.
Continuing his nether ministrations, he whispered, "Would you like that, Bella? Would you like me to fuck you there, too?"
"Oh my God, Edward. Yes! Please, yes!" she panted.
"God, Bella. You are… such…a naughty girl. You don't... know how… hard… I want to fuck you.
"Tonight. Tonight, I'm… taking… everything," he grunted, as he felt her muscles begin to cinch around his cock.
Bella whimpered at his words, and she tugged at his unruly, bronze hair at the nape of his neck. Her lips came down and her tongue lapped a long wet line where her nails had broken his skin. His mind spun at her actions.
Too much, he thought wildly. Too fucking much! Fuck, now, she is tasting me?
Against his skin, he could feel her labored breathing. She looked up and licked her lips in the most seductive move he'd ever witnessed. Her eyes were on fire. Is that what I look like to her? he wondered. That was certainly the way he felt when she gave all of herself to him.
He pulled her down on his cock with more force than he'd been prepared to use. She simply moaned incoherently in response and pressed her breasts to his mouth. Smiling, Edward again bit along the upper curve of her breast, sending palpable waves of shudders through her body. His mouth still locked on her skin, he felt her head roll back as her orgasm rapidly overtook her. His hands tightened around her waist, and he pumped her shallow and fast through her climax. Within moments, he felt the mounting tautness in his abdomen. And with three, longer, deeper strokes, he came hard inside of her.
After a few minutes, Edward was able to move again, but he couldn't quite bring himself to do so. Instead, they remained latched by the hips while their heart rates returned to normal pace. His skin stung from her attack, but he barely noticed. If anything, the slight pain merely made him want to fuck her again.
As he replayed their coupling in his mind, he was quite stunned by his forwardness, despite all of Bella's prior encouragement. While he wanted nothing more than to do exactly what he'd said he would do, he was suddenly anxious that Bella's reaction was merely sexual role-playing. His features twisted in indecision as he debated discussing the matter.
As if hearing his thoughts, Bella looked him in the eye and smiled a wickedly mischievous grin. Her fingers trailed down his stomach, suddenly reminding him of where his hands still lay.
Motherfucker, he cursed, as he recognized the meaning behind her smile. Already expectant, his softening length twitched inside of her.
"Tonight?" she asked innocently. "Promise?"
"You bet your sweet, little ass, I do," he laughed, playfully smacking her backside.