Illicit Pleasure
Pen Name: Cullenlvr83
Beta(s): Mel Cee
PreReader(s) SamViolaWrites
Summary: When the fruit is forbidden, it's always sweeter. Or least that was the case with Edward Cullen.
A/N: This is my entry for the 2022 Bodice Rippers Contest. This won the cliffhanger queen award. Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed.
Part 1
I was seventeen years old when I moved to Forks, Washington, to live with my dad. My mother was flighty and on her second marriage, so I didn't want to be around for the honeymoon phase. As I wasn't a legal adult yet, my dad was my only option. I had seen him every summer since I was four, but once I got older, I convinced him to take a vacation somewhere warm and exciting. I hadn't been back to Forks since I was ten.
Forks was just as wet and rainy as I remembered it, and everything was too green and squishy. It was a small town that I knew would breed that 'everyone knows your business' attitude. I was seriously rethinking my decision to move here after I'd been asked one too many times where I'd been the last few years. Then I met Edward Cullen. The man was just a sin waiting to happen. He was tall and slender, not bulky muscles, but you could tell he had definition. His unique brown/bronze hair was short but stylishly messy, like he had just rolled out of bed after a few rounds of good sex. A jaw that looked like it could cut glass rounded out his nearly perfectly symmetrical face. But what stood out to me the most, and drew me in, was the insanely piercing green eyes he had. I felt like every thought was stripped bare for him with his intense stare. The only imperfect feature was his lopsided smirk, which really only made him that much more attractive.
Charlie and Edward would sit around watching some ball game—baseball, football, basketball; they watched them all. It was easy to tell after hanging out with them for just a few minutes that they were really good friends. Apparently, Charlie and Edward were paired together as cops when Edward was straight out of the academy. They went to a sports bar one night to bond and ended up finding out they had a ton in common. They both played baseball in high school, enjoyed the same sports, liked fishing, and on and on. Their years as partners were behind them now since my dad was chief of police and Edward was a captain, but they still were great friends.
It was obvious when I found out this little tidbit of information that Edward was much older than me, and by more than just a few years. He really didn't look almost ten-plus years my senior, but my lust-addled brain didn't seem to care what age this man was. I still got butterflies in my stomach when I saw him, and they'd multiply when that lopsided grin made an appearance, but that made sense because I assumed one didn't grow immune to Edward's charm. I found myself staring at him when no one was paying attention to me, and the things that we had done in my head were equal parts naughty and dirty. I wasn't delusional because I knew that it was just a crush and completely inappropriate, and that I was probably not even on his radar. I was just his good friend's teenage daughter.
It was a normal Wednesday when my dad came home, without his friend, and he had an announcement. "Bells?"
I was in the kitchen working on my math homework. "I'm in here, Dad."
When my dad wandered into the kitchen, I finished the problem I was on, then closed the book, moving it out from in front of me, before I turned to look at him. "Where's your constant companion Captain Cullen?" I asked with forced nonchalance. They both thought it was pretty hilarious that I had started calling him that regularly.
My dad smiled, his mustache moving perfectly with that motion. "He had some errands to run today. Besides, I needed to talk to you. I have a conference that I need to attend. Apparently, it's a big deal to be invited, but it's a law enforcement thing."
"Oh, okay. So you're both going?"
"No, Edward is a senior officer, but he's not high enough in rank yet. It's this weekend, in Seattle. I will be leaving Friday night and will be back Sunday evening."
"Okay." I nodded, not quite sure why he seemed so flustered.
"Are you going to be okay by yourself?" he asked, concerned.
I nodded. "Yeah, Dad, I will be fine. I'm seventeen years old. I'm not a little kid." I rolled my eyes. "I know how to take care of myself."
He smirked. "I know, but I feel like you spend too much time alone."
"I prefer my own company. Teenagers are pretty dramatic," I teased.
"Guess I got lucky with you." He grinned widely, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"Oh, I have my moments," I murmured. I put my homework in my backpack and stood up so I could get started on dinner.
The rest of the week passed quickly, and before I knew it, I was alone. The funny thing was that I had grown used to my dad being home, along with Edward. I kinda missed the sound of some sort of sport coming from the living room, them talking animatedly with each other. The house seemed too quiet. I ended up going to bed early, which in turn meant I woke up early. With my dad not home, I was wearing only my boycut shorts and a band tee that I had cropped and embellished with metal grommets a few years ago. Not having any real plans for the day, I went downstairs and started making breakfast.
After eating, I turned on the TV for hopefully a few hours of mindless entertainment. I wasn't expecting any guests, so when there was a knock on the door, I almost jumped out of my skin. I didn't even think twice about my attire as I went to answer it. Before I just flung the door open, I looked through the peephole and saw that it was Edward. This gave me pause because he knew my dad was gone. I mentally calmed myself down, fluffed my hair, and composed myself as I unlatched the door.
Edward stared at me with wide eyes, ones that currently were fixed on my tits, and I cleared my throat. "Edward, what are you doing here?"
I heard him quietly mutter fuck and rake his hand through that mop of unruly hair of his. "Um…" He trailed off, his eyes falling to my hips, and I tried not to laugh out loud. "Your dad asked me to come check on you. See if you're okay."
"Of course he did. I'm fine. Did you want to come in?"
"I…" He really looked like he was warring with the decision. He sucked his lip between his teeth and then nodded. I stepped aside, letting him pass by me into the house. He closed the door behind him and then engaged the lock on the door.
I looked at him with my eyebrows raised. So, he was definitely interested. I was surprised but I kept my face composed. He was standing so close to me that I could feel the heat of his body through the thin fabric of my skimpy clothes. I wasn't wearing a bra under my t-shirt, and it and my underwear were the only things hiding my bare skin from his eyes. He mirrored my expression and folded his arms across my chest. "Isn't it a little presumptuous of you to lock the door, Edward?"
"You tell me, Bella. What's with the lack of clothes?"
"It's what I wore to bed." I got a thoughtful look on my face and then stepped closer to him. Standing on my tiptoes, I whispered in his ear. "Although, I don't know. If I'd known you were coming over here, I may have worn less." I could see his Adam's apple bob and smiled at him seductively. "Does it make you uncomfortable to see so much of me? What does it make you want to do?"
His eyes were trained on my tits again, but they snapped to meet mine at that question. The fire burning in them made me think that I had him right where I wanted him. He surprised me by repositioning himself so that he could push me into the wall. I put my arms down by my sides, my back flush with the wall. He caged me in, his arms on either side of my head. "What about you, little girl? I see the way you look at me. The lingering gazes. The way you bite that little lip and how your eyes get hooded. What have you imagined me doing to you?"
And there we had it. He knew that I was into him. Now all his lopsided grins made so much more sense with that context. "Are you asking for a demonstration, Captain Cullen?" I teased. In hindsight, maybe bringing up something that reminded him of my dad was a mistake on my part.
He pushed off the wall and raked his hand through his hair again. "Fuck, Bella. I don't know what I was thinking. You are a…beautiful girl, but I can't do this. Your dad is my best friend."
I looked at him with wide innocent eyes. Fuck, I needed to pull out the big guns. But how? "You said that you noticed me looking at you, so that means you were looking at me too. You want me. I know you do. Are you really going to let this chance pass us by?" I grabbed his hand, pulling him closer to me. I gripped the lapels of the peacoat he was wearing and slammed my lips to his. He hesitated for only a second, but then he let out a groan and his lips were moving with mine. I bit his top lip, licking it so that he would let me inside.
His tongue mingled with mine, and I sighed into his mouth. His lips were soft and felt better than I ever imagined. Although in my daydreams, he was rarely kissing me on the lips. I fisted my hands into his messy hair, loving the feel of the silky strands. His hands were on the small of my back and my hip, pulling my body into his. I broke away from the kiss first, and I was graced with a smile overtaking his handsome face. He leaned into my neck, sucking the skin at the junction there before biting it. I gasped in a mix of surprise and pleasure, a tingly feeling rushing through me. His lips were at my ear, and his voice came out all gravelly, making my clit throb. "Please tell me you aren't a virgin and you have condoms in your room."
I smiled at him, nodding, and without a word, I grabbed his hand, heading up to my room with him traveling behind me. I shut the door behind us, and then I opened the one to the closet all the way, causing a sort of blockade that would make it difficult to open the bedroom door. Charlie hadn't thought to put a lock on my door, and the last thing I needed was his coming home early and catching us.
With that done, I turned to Edward who had already taken his coat off. He stared at me before grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling it off, revealing his chiseled abs and pecs. I ran my hands down his chest, the tips of my fingers leaving faint red lines against his skin. He hissed at the bite of my sharp nails. I smirked at him and continued to slide my hands down his body. When I got to the waistband of his pants, I started to undo his belt, but he stopped me and did it himself. When he'd rid himself of his pants, he went for my neck again, sucking on the skin there, while he palmed my tit over my clothing. I arched into his touch, moaning.
"Fuck, take this shirt off."
"It's so much more fun when you do it."
"I'll rip it if I have to."
I rolled my eyes and pulled the crop top off and upped the ante by ridding myself of my underwear too. I was completely naked in front of Edward, and he was still wearing his boxer briefs, but they weren't hiding much. I could make out the large bulge in the front of his shorts. When I moved closer to him, he gripped the back of my neck and pulled my lips to his. He grabbed the bottoms of my thighs, lifting me up and pulling my legs around his waist. He carried me over to the bed and then laid me down on it without breaking contact with my lips.
He broke away from the kiss once again and started kissing down my neck, to the tops of my collarbones, laying nips from his teeth every few inches. When he reached my breasts, he looked up at me to get my reaction, and I was so lost to that one look. There was lust and affection burning in his jade gaze, paired with the lopsided smile on his face. He licked around one of my nipples, his eyes still locked with mine, and then he hummed and closed them when he pulled the tip into his mouth and between his teeth.
I wanted to scream with the jolt of pleasure that rocketed through my body, the feeling going straight to my clit, making it throb again. All I could get out was a pleasured whimper. He paid the same attention to my other nipple, staring at me again as he did so. I had never believed that a girl could come from nipple play alone, but I had never seen Edward Cullen in action. He had me so hot and bothered by the time he was done toying with my nipples I almost missed him kissing my stomach and moving lower. I was already dripping wet for him, and I was a little embarrassed that he had caused such a strong reaction in me. I looked down at him, propping myself up on my elbows.
He ran his fingers through my folds. "You are so wet, baby. Is that all for me?"
"Yes," I breathlessly replied. He was barely grazing my clit, and I could tell by that fucking smirk he was doing it on purpose.
I lay flat on my back, giving myself over to him so he could do whatever he wanted to because it all felt so good. His warm hands spread my thighs apart and held them in position. I felt his breath ghost across my inner thighs before I felt his lips on my skin. He nipped the flesh and then soothed the lick of pain with a sweep of his tongue. I groaned because I wanted him to move to where I needed him the most, but I also never wanted this teasing buildup to end.
"Can I lick your pretty pink pussy, Bella?" he asked, his voice husky and dripping sex. I'd never heard him talk like this, and damn, did it turn me on even more.
"Fuck, yes, please," I ground out, the tinge of desperation clear in my tone.
I almost screamed when his tongue flicked up my slit and then circled around my clit, pulling the nub into his mouth. He pulled away from my sex. "You taste so good, baby," he said before going back to the task of devouring me.
I whimpered, his words and his mouth bringing me closer to bliss. He slid two fingers inside me with one hand and the other rested on my hip. I reached down and took that hand, threading our fingers together. The only sounds in the room were my occasional moans, Edward's licks, and his fingers thrusting inside me. Soon the room had the unmistakable smell of sex, and I was starting to feel drunk on it.
Since I wouldn't let go of his hand, he disengaged his mouth from my pussy and started rubbing my clit with his thumb from the hand still thrusting into me. He kissed me momentarily, and I tasted myself on him. I was no stranger to the taste of another girl, but to know it was mine was a new experience. I tasted salty and sweet at the same time with a hard-to-place flavor—something musky and earthy.
Edward lowered his head to my breasts again. He alternated between kissing the skin, licking my nipples, nipping the tips between his teeth, and flicking them with his tongue. My breathing quickened, and I felt like my brain was about to short-circuit, the electricity feeling like a fire in my veins. My body felt warm, and a hazy feeling settled over me. I knew I was getting close.
"Edward, oh god, I'm gonna come." I panted, my voice sounding breathy.
"Yes, baby, come on my fingers. Drench them."
"Fuck," I whimpered, the electric feeling sweeping over my entire body, enveloping me in the jolting sensations and the white hot pleasure. My legs were shaking, and Edward pulled his hand free so that he could hold my stomach down while I rolled my hips and moaned loudly.
When I came down, I saw Edward lick his fingers clean before kissing me again. I sighed in contentment then leaned over to the nightstand, grabbing a condom and handing it to Edward. He looked down at the package and then swore.
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "What's wrong?"
He raked his hands through his hair. "Um, it's not gonna fit?"
For a second I was horrified that maybe his dick was too small for regular-sized condoms. But my eyes widened when I remembered the bulge in his shorts and realized he probably was too big for the condom. I tried so hard not to giggle but couldn't help it since it was funny.
He chuckled along with me because it really was so ridiculous. After we calmed down, he sighed. "Maybe it's not meant to be."
"I'm on the shot, Edward. I haven't had sex in a year, so just tell me you're clean and we'll be fine."
"I am. Embarrassingly, it's been longer than that for me."
With that confirmation, I pushed him down to the bed and grabbed his boxers to take them off. His erection slapped against his stomach, and I really wanted to put my mouth around him. I was about to attach myself to him when he caught me off guard, hooking my thighs with his arms and flipping us so that he was on top and my legs were spread wide. I squealed in surprise, and when I saw the smile on his face, I giggled. He pressed his lips to mine, and I locked my arms around his neck and crossed my ankles, my legs securely around his waist.
He pulled me up into a sitting position and maneuvered me around until he was sliding inside of me. He was very large, but it felt impossibly bigger from this angle. I rested my head against his shoulder, trying to stifle the keening cry building in my chest. Jesus, I felt so full and stretched, but the sensation was so good. It took a few minutes of him guiding my hips to get into a rhythm that felt right and natural. When he took his hands from my hips, they roamed all over my body, kneading my breasts, sliding over my stomach, my ass, shoulders, before finally settling on him cupping both sides of my face, making me look him straight into those verdant orbs. The look in them made me feel like I was beautiful and treasured. It was too intense, and he thrust up into me, sliding deeper, causing me to lose eye contact.
I pressed my lips to his again, just loving the feeling of kissing him while he was inside me. Consuming every part of me, inside and out. He started rolling my nipples, kissing them, and sucking them. I knew that it was inevitable that I was going to come soon from all the stimulation. I reached between us and started rubbing my clit. Edward seemed to like that because he broke away from my nipples to watch me play with myself.
"Shit, baby. That's so hot. Rub that clit. Make yourself come all over my dick. You're so fucking wet and tight; it's like heaven."
"Oh god, Edward."
"You like it when I talk to you like that?"
"Yes. Tell me how long you've wanted to fuck me," I teased.
He smiled, never faltering in his rhythm. "Since you moved back. Your dad always bragged about you, but when I saw you? You weren't the little girl he made you out to be. You're so fucking beautiful and generous."
"I'm gonna come," I announced before I felt the tightening of my entire body. My walls clamped down on his dick, squeezing him, and my legs started to shake again. He grabbed my hips and continued to pound into me, prolonging my climax, so that when it was finally over, I cried out, feeling him go still and shoot his cum inside me. He pushed me to lie down, and I offered no resistance. He lay next to me after pulling out of me. "Well that was pretty amazing," I said, looking over at him.
He smiled and nodded before he gave me a quick kiss. "I need to use the bathroom." He slid on his boxers, ruffling a hand through his hair.
"Okay, I need some water. You want anything from the kitchen?" I asked, pulling on underwear, shorts, and a tank top.
"Water's good." He nodded and I turned to go downstairs.
I was grabbing two water bottles out of the fridge when I heard the front door unlock, followed by it opening and then closing. "Bella, I'm home," my dad called out. I froze, not sure what to do. I walked toward the hallway, and he looked at me, confused. "Is that Edward's truck I saw outside?"
I was about to answer him when the bathroom door opened, and I saw Edward start to walk down the stairs, still shirtless, in just his boxers. He saw my dad standing there and froze, not moving. I felt like a deer caught in headlights, and I looked between him and Charlie. They were locked in a staredown, not paying me any attention. Well shit.
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