AN: Steph Meyer owns Twilight, but Kid and Chopward are mine.
Chapter Ten
I would've never gone near it if I hadn't watched the two kids roll up in the car. The Lambo was a push-start ignition, and the vehicle wasn't going anywhere unless you had the key fob. It was supposed to be an anti-theft solution, but my buddy in Albuquerque showed me how to cross the wires in the engine and confuse the electrical transmission. It had a success rate of 20%, and with those odds, no one would be crazy enough to attempt boosting a Lambo. A part of me hoped we failed, and Bella would see that we tried and be satisfied. Then, she would have gotten her adrenaline rush and, maybe, lay off the sex talk for a day.
But as I looked around and studied the situation, I was more confident that we wouldn't fail and that boosting this beautiful car was possible.
The kid was not as convinced.
"Is this car even possible to steal?"
Looking over the concrete balcony, I scanned the street for those kids or lingering police patrolling the crowds. There wasn't a soul in sight. Turning back to the Lambo, I slid my hand along its sleek side and down toward the back wheel. These cars had a motion trigger, but the cheap guy will sometimes buy an aftermarket alarm and put it on the rear fender.
And yet, nothing.
The unease in my gut swelled, and I swallowed roughly. "This might be a bait car."
Bella freaked and urged me to run. That was my opportunity to end the night, but the circumstances and lack of security fucking intrigued me. I had too many questions for it to go unanswered.
I hip-checked the side of the car.
"No alarm. It must be a silent one," I said and scanned the garage briefly. The coast remained clear. When I checked underneath, it was a disappointment. "No LoJack, either."
Bella counted 'my rules' on her fingers.
I stood and wiped my prints with the bottom of my t-shirt. Once satisfied, I grabbed my girl's hand, and we returned to my car.
She assumed the night was over, and we would leave, but I wasn't ready to go. Leaning against the trunk of the Chevelle, I watched the exits. It was only a matter of time before those two kids would come running to check on their Lambo. The seconds ticked by and rolled over into minutes. It amazed me when five minutes passed, and no one came.
"What are you thinking?" Bella asked.
I explained my suspicions and added, "It could be a bait car, which is very, very likely, and we could end up spending ten years of our life behind bars if we get caught."
"Or…" Bella said.
I met her upward gaze. "Or this could be our lucky night."
"Yeah, okay." Bella laughed and rolled her eyes. "Well, in this case? It's definitely a bait car."
What was about this girl that made me want to do foolish things?
I found myself pulling a quarter out of my pocket and entrusting our freedom to Sir Washington.
"Heads, we say fuck it and steal it. Tails, we bail." I smirked and hoped the kid would be naughty with me. "Wanna play our odds?"
Bella hesitated and glanced back at the Lambo and then quickly back at me. She tried to pretend it didn't excite her. So, the noncommittal shrug I got in return was laughable. "Sure, why not."
I kissed the tip of her button nose and flipped the coin. It landed back in my hand. I spotted the results before Bella had a chance. It was a done deal, and the idiot me couldn't fucking be more thrilled.
"What do you know?" I said and placed the coin in her care. She bit her lip, still undecided about the outcome, but we no longer had a say. "Seems like fate decided. You're my lucky charm now."
My fingers closed her hand around the quarter. Her face deepened a stark red. It even followed her shyness down to her chest. I needed a quick distraction before my plans changed.
"Okay. First things first," I said.
Going into the backseat of the Chevelle, I pulled out the necessities from the duffel bag I'd brought. It was a meager collection: Slim Jim, a police scanner, a transponder for cloning the identity of the Lambo's immobilizer unit. It allowed the push start ignition to 'think' the fob was within range. And lastly, a cheesecloth to remove our fingerprints.
Setting up our supplies on the car's roof, I went into the plan. "The Lambo is going to have a push-start ignition, so I want you to pop the trunk as soon as you get in. I'll have to 'wire' the engine to get it to start." It was far more advanced than that, but the kid didn't need to know the finer points. "You have to stay focused and listen out for me to tell you when to go. After I do that, push the button. You got me?"
Bella hesitated for a second. She was scared—hell, I was, too, because this wasn't anything like we practiced. If caught, we would both end up in prison. That's not a life for her. I would gladly take the blame and tell the cops I'd kidnapped her. Why wouldn't they believe me? I was a piece of shit, and Bella was a young girl. She was much too innocent and good to be mixed up with a guy like me.
"I got you," Bella finally said, and I put the Slim Jim in her hand. "What's my time?"
"We have a minute and a half to unlock it and be gone."
"Wait, what?" She grabbed me by the sleeve. "You want me to boost my first car, a fucking difficult, and possibly a bait car, all in sixty seconds?"
"You'll have ninety seconds," I corrected. "Don't worry. It's more time than you'll need."
The kid turned ash-white again and started to chew on her nails. "I'm not sure I can do it."
"Baby." I gripped the back of Bella's neck with my hands and put my forehead to hers. "You fucking got this. I trust you."
She took fistfuls of my shirt and pressed her lips to mine. It was a brief kiss, but I still got a strong taste of her fruity lip gloss. "Ninety seconds?" she asked again, but there was something else in her voice…confidence.
"Starting..." I grinned. "Now!"
….89, 88, 87…
As the seconds rolled, we got our shit and did our thing. I stood back and watched as my lady worked the car, sliding the Slim Jim in the window, even angling that fucker just right. I only had to redirect her several times, but Bella knew how to boost.
"Edward!"
"You in, kid?"
The door was ajar, and Bella was falling into the front seat. "I'm in."
Glancing down the garage entrance, I half-expected the cavalry to come riding in, but nothing happened. It made me uneasy again. I shrugged it off and focused on the task at hand.
Coming up to Bella, I saw how the car mesmerized her.
"Pop the trunk," I said, and she shot me a surprised look. "You got thirty-five seconds."
Bella nodded and pulled the trunk hatch.
I got back there and hooked up my tools. The knowledge was barely coming to me, but I could make it all click after a few minor shocks and errors. The transponder flashed green.
"Go!" I shouted out to her.
The engine purred.
"God, I fucking love that sound," I said and closed the trunk.
Jumping into the passenger seat, I was annoyed to see Bella fucking with shit.
"Baby, you can do that later." I took her hand away from the touchscreen and placed it on the Lambo's stick. "Right now, you gotta fucking move."
"Right!" Bella straightened her back and forcefully shifted the car into reverse. It flew backward and scared the fuck of her. She yelled and slammed on the brakes. "Oh, my God!"
I laughed and ran my hands through my hair. "Jesus."
"Sorry," she said and shifted again. It was rough, and we lurched a few times before the kid got control of the car. On the other hand, my girl had difficulty controlling her rapid breathing.
"Calm down, baby." I put my hand on her knee. "We're okay."
She nodded.
As we neared the bottom floor, I searched the glove box, looking for an insurance card or something to tell me about the owners. The only thing I found was the car's dealer sticker. The car was brand new. After that, everything made sense to me.
"Well, it's not a bait car," I said.
"How do you know?"
"We'd be arrested already." But that wasn't the reason. Some rich, six-teen-year-old kid gets an exotic car for his birthday and takes it out for a spin. Fucking dipshit, but hey, life was all about lessons.
"That's comforting." Bella laughed nervously, but I could sense her relief. As she stopped the car at the exit, her eyes were on me, seeking direction.
"Turn right." I grabbed my police scanner from my back pocket and flicked it on. There was nothing but static at first until I got the correct channel. "These things are pieces of shit, but it'll gives us heads up if this thing goes out on the wire."
"That's good," she said, but it was all Chinese to her.
"Head out toward the freeway. I want you to get on the 101 north and take it up to the 17. There's rarely any cops patrolling that stretch of road."
I was familiar with the route. It's where Emmett and I used to drag race punk kids out of money and their pink slips. It was a legal way of chopping cars. However, the word got out quickly, and people stopped racing us.
Bella took it easy on the streets and tried to be discreet, but it didn't stop the stares. I expected people to look. It was a fucking Lamborghini. My girl was uncomfortable with the attention and assumed people could identify us, but the window had a dark limo tint. We were safe.
As expected, the freeway was clear, but as the kid relaxed, so did her foot on the pedal, and we were at cruising speed. I waited for a solid minute before losing my patience.
"Baby, what in the fuck are you doing?"
Bella shot a surprised look at me. "What? What's wrong?" She checked all her mirrors. "Is there a cop? Should I slow down?"
Slow down? Was she high?
I put an aggressive hand on her knee and pushed it forward. The car sped up by proxy.
"Edward," she complained.
"Either you fucking increase your speed and show me what this baby can do, or we ditch it somewhere and call it a night. We didn't fucking steal a two-hundred and fifty-thousand dollar car for you to putts around town."
"But…" she grimaced, "I'm going seventy-five."
"Seventy-five?" The girl was ripping my heart out. "Jesus, baby. This is a performance car. It's insult to her by going this fucking slow." I removed my hand from her knee and smirked. "Come on. Show me what she can do."
The kid sped up and then slowed down.
And there came the excuses.
"What if there is a cop sitting somewhere?"
It was a reasonable question, and I understood her concern, but I'd noticed an upgrade on the car's sticker that may put her mind at ease.
Tapping on the touchscreen, I brought up the menu and turned on the radar detector. It gave a five-mile radius.
"Fuck! I love this car." Say what you will about knowledge ending humanity, but the newest technology was a god-sent. Unable to hide my smugness, I turned to the kid and grinned. "What else you got?"
"Fine," she groaned and finally put the car into fourth gear. "But if the cops catch us…."
"If they catch us, baby, I'll buy you that diamond ring."
Not steal, but purchase. I was clear on that.
She snorted. "Oh, sure, now you'll marry me. I just have to be behind bars first. That's romantic."
I listened far more closely to the words that came out of her mouth than she knew. In that one sentence, she was relieved I would consider asking since marrying me had been on her mind for a long time. We'd only been dating for a week, and an ordinary man would've ejected themselves off this ride, but I'd been a goner for as long as Bella.
She was just more astute and recognized it sooner.
"Hey, I'll be a good husband to you." My fingers touched the soft skin across her reddened, blushed cheeks. "I'll make sure to break out of prison and give my wife some needed conjugal visits."
Bella took a sharp intake of breath. "You better."
The car found its life as my girl floored it. It swayed to the right as the speedometer climbed…92, 95, 100, 106, and so on. The thrill in the pit of my stomach grew and sunk when Bella shifted quickly into e-gear. My gaze stayed on her as we flew. I didn't know how fast the car was going, but what I did know, Bella looked fucking sexy. There was a smirk on her lips, and her breathing got more labored. Those damn nips of hers perked and hardened before my eyes.
Why was I waiting again? Because I was nervous about putting it down properly? It sounded absurd and unlike me. The girl had a way of making me second guess myself all the time, but I knew fucking was something I excelled in, and the fact that I cared for Bella would inspire me. There was no reason to wait. I could strip her down and fuck her silly.
Without even breaking a sweat, I thought.
"Fuck it!" I said, my mind made up, and all the plans I had to wait tossed out the window and discarded. I couldn't take the pain and ache she had caused me. "Exit on Carefree Highway and make a right."
"Okay," she said slowly and with hesitance. "Can I ask why?"
"Because I have to touch you." And I did, but only chastely and with the back of my knuckles along her flushed neck. "And I don't want you to crash the car."
There was an intense debate within me as I directed Bella to a vacant lot behind some shitty residential area. My guilt intensified when I texted Emmett and asked him to pick up the Chevelle. He put two and two together and advised against it. Text after text, the asshole had solid reasons on why it was a bad idea to keep the car and one reason why to ditch it: YOU'RE GOING TO GET CAUGHT, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!
In my gut, I knew that and kept checking the police scanner on several frequencies, but no one reported the car stolen. And the harder I searched for a way out, I kept coming up kosher.
No outside forces were willing me to stop.
It all depended on me to step on the brakes.
I was fucking doomed.
Bella parked and said nothing, but I could feel her gaze on me as my eyes concentrated on my phone. Emmett was going off about prison and how I would make a good bitch boy to somebody. He said something about my high cheekbones: "You're pretty enough to pass off as a girl."
I laughed and shook my head. "What a dick."
"Who was that?" Bella asked.
Sending one last 'fuck off' text, I pocketed my phone and looked over at her. "Emmett. He just picked up my car."
"So, he knows what we did?"
My phone binged with a new text. "Oh, yeah, that asshole knows."
"Did he say if there was any police around? Does the owner know the car's gone?"
I didn't ask but assumed everything was good. Emmett wasn't the type to hide shit to spare my feelings. But the kid was getting anxious and was biting her nails off. It fucking annoyed me when she did that shit, for several reasons. Mainly, it made her hands look tattered and unfeminine. The only thing killer about Rosalie was her long, blood-red nails. I had difficulty hiding my disdain from Bella when she chewed on them.
She pulled her hand away and gave me a shrug.
I got it—my girl was stressed.
"Emmett said it was packed with cars, but there weren't any police around. He thinks we should ditch the car while our luck is still good, and he's right. Shit, I know he's right. It's too risky to stay in such a high-profile car, but I can't think about that right now." And my incoming rationale was wiped away when I looked her way again, eyes on me, her body seemingly eager for my touch. Grabbing my girl gently around her slim neck, I counted the beats of her heart as the carotid pulsed under my palms until it became too much. "Not with you sitting there."
Bella leaned into my grip, biting her lip and letting out a low whimper.
"Fuck, baby," I said, and briefly, my eyes closed to reduce stimulus. The hold she had over me without even trying made me feel weak. How in the fuck did I manage all those months? When I reopened my eyes, I saw Bella melting into me and wondering when I would make a goddamn move. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"
She shook her head.
"Liar," I said, but Bella flipped on me, grabbing my wrists and pushing her body into me.
"Stop talking about what you want to do to me and just fucking do it," she said.
The fucking mouth of hers swearing like she does end any last roadblock I'd put up for myself. My animalistic side came out in a deep growl, and my grip on her neck became tighter. I yanked her into a hard kiss. Forcing my tongue to hers, hoping to rid her of that crude vocabulary, but Bella controls me. My aggressiveness only inspired my girl to up her game. She's scratching the shit out of me and drawing blood. I'm trying to breathe, but I'm too addicted to that fucking mouth and willing to die for it.
"You taste like peppermint and whiskey," Bella grunts against my lips.
"Fuck, baby." My dick was growing painfully hard. "Get over here."
Bella crawled out of her seat and put that sweet ass on my lap. It's a tight space in this car, but my girl's grounding into me and making me want to bust. The whole 'not touching me and not touching her' rule I created under a clearer head looked like a huge mistake. My dick's straining against the rigid jeans, and the more Bella thrust into me, the more shit fucking hurts. The ache in my balls demands attention, and if I can't focus on something other than plowing into her, I'll nut on the spot.
"Shit." I held her still and breathed through my nose just to fucking calm myself, but the kid had zero mercy for her old man. It seemed to encourage her, and she worked harder on my cock, rubbing and gyrating that pussy all over me, and fuck it, I thought. I was going to come. It was that close.
Luckily, or unluckily, depending on how you looked at it, Bella got too excited and rose to her knees and smacked her head on the car's ceiling.
"Ow, dammnit!" She slumped into me.
My eyes had been closed, meditating and shit, and I had no idea what had happened. So, I panicked, thinking I'd squeezed Bella's waist too hard or accidentally shoved my dick through my pants and into her.
"What's wrong? Did I hurt you? You okay?"
Bella shook her head and brought my hand on her cheek to her lips, kissing them. "It's just not much room in here."
I took a quick scan, and she was right, with no room to breathe, let alone fuck. Where would we go? My first thought was to ditch the car and find a nice hotel somewhere, but how often would my girl and I be in the presence of a Lamborghini? That's when everything fell into place.
"I got an idea. Hold on to me," I said.
Bella put her arms around my neck, and I reached over and started the car again. It vibrated roughly, and the kid still didn't understand what I had planned. Opening the door, I held her as I swung my legs out and moved all her weight into the center of my lap. Bella wasn't much, to begin with, but the awkward position and the balancing act I had to perform made getting out of the car challenging. But, I'm a fucking boss, and while protecting her head, I got out just fine. Once free of tight confines, I shifted Bella by grabbing her fine ass and holding her in a tighter grip. Then, I pulled the police scanner off the dashboard and set it down on the roof. No matter what, I needed to hear everything put out on the wire, just in case our luck ran out.
I'm not sure if I closed the door or not. My main focus was laying Bella down on that hood. It was the best fucking idea I've ever had. When her body made the connection, everything on her shook, but when I pushed her back down, those fucking titties jiggled like a motherfucker. I couldn't stop grinning like an idiot at her. She was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and she was all mine.
Bella couldn't let me innocently enjoy the moment.
No, she was the devil.
Hiking up her feet and letting her legs spread open, she smirked at me. "So, where are you going to kiss me first?"
If I was a man who didn't know how to draw the shit out, I might have fallen for her trap and just blindly started eating at that pussy, but I knew better. The shit in the car was a one-off, and I refused to lose control like that. I wanted to touch every inch of Bella and savor each second. If it were up to me, I would explore her with my mouth and hands for hours. I'm not about hitting it and coming.
So, with infinite possibilities, I decided on the legs first. Bella's skin was smooth but slightly damp from the heat and moisture in the air. But it didn't deter my hands from gliding past her thighs and up to her breasts. Her nipples were as hard as ever. Always so fucking responsive to me.
She whimpered a little, and I'm not sure why, but I interpreted it as pain. It made me aware of everything. The vibrating metal was jostling her around, and I wasn't too fond of the idea of her not having something soft under her, possibly concussed head.
"How's your head, baby?" I asked. Before she could say anything to me, I brought her back up, took off her shirt and mine, and wadded them into a pillow. I placed it where her head would lay. "Lie back."
Bella laid down again, and as soon as she was safe and comfortable, I decided to fulfill my wish of putting my mouth every-fucking-where. My selfish needs luckily coincided with making my girl feel good. She breathed heavily and squirmed as my tongue licked her from her neck to her navel. I ached to taste her, but as she shivered and moaned, I felt fucking guilty. It came out of nowhere. The reality was hard to ignore: I was a grown man taking advantage of this young girl. Barely two weeks into our relationship, I'm willing to take away something sacred and meant for her husband.
Even though I was already deeply in love and would drop to one knee and propose, I feared taking Bella's choice away from her.
I needed to stop everything if she didn't feel the same way.
"Fuck," I whispered and hovered over her. She had her eyes tightly closed and chewing on her bottom lip. I touched the side of her face. "Bella?"
She opened her eyes and slid her hands along my chest and stomach. I watched as Bella inched closer and closer to the button of my jeans, then paused. The look on her face showed how unsure and novice she was to sex. That made me feel more like shit.
I covered her hands with mine. "We'll go as far as you want."
"I want to go all the way," she said.
Her voice wasn't as confident as I'd seen before, and I wanted things to be perfect for Bella. If she felt pressured by me, I wanted to know before things went past the point of no return.
"You sure?"
"I want you," she said as her fingers unbuckled my jeans and pushed them off me. Her hand slipped underneath my boxers, and the tip of her fingers grazed my piercing. The shock on her face and how she removed her hand almost made me laugh. "What?" She put went down again and felt all around. Fuck! I thought. Even that felt good. "Are you pierced?"
"Mmmhmm." She stroked me to articulate an honest answer. But fortunately, I was too blissful, and my lips found her neck instead. "Does that bother you?"
"No," she said, but the more she explored, the more hungry I'd become for her, and I was biting and sucking at her delicate skin. "It just surprised me."
Prince Albert was a piercing I'd gotten a few years ago on a dare, and it took a long time to adjust, but it heightened everything for me. I understood how Bella would be hesitant.
"It won't hurt," I said, not only to assure her, but to low-key talk her out of asking me to remove it.
Bella wrapped her hands around my shaft and squeezed. It was an overzealous reaction, but goddamn, it hurt.
"Easy," I said.
She loosened her grip and gently stroked me. "Is this okay?"
"Yeah," I said, able to fucking breathe again.
The kid had never jerked a guy off before, and part of me got off knowing I was her first, but it made for a rough start. I'm not saying it didn't feel good. At this point, Bella could flick my cock, and I would come. She had me so wound up. However, my lady was a fast learner and got into a groove. My eyes closed as I began to enjoy the movements she was making. It was dry, but I didn't mind that too much. It made it easier not to come on a dime. But then she stopped. I made the epic mistake of opening my eyes. Bella licked her palm. Like, from wrist to fucking fingertips.
"Fuck, baby."
Why was that the sexiest thing I've ever seen?
You would think the brat would be easy on me, but no, she saw how much it turned me on and did it again. This time, slowly and more seductive. The game was on, and I removed my boxers and kicked them to the side. Bella saw it as an opportunity and took full advantage. She used both hands, and with her spit and my pre-cum, things were more lubricated. It made every stroke better. She would even rub her thumb over my piercing. It shot a spark straight to my shaft.
It was incredible.
She looked so angelic, too, gazing up at me as she jerked me off.
I had to kiss her.
When our lips touched, Bella increased her tempo. I was trying hard not to lose control. If I could maintain focus on her mouth and nothing else, I might survive. But then she broke our kiss and tilted her head toward me. My eyes widened in panic. I would bust so deep in her mouth if she were to blow me. Even the thought made my cock twitch. I pulled away. She looked at me, surprised, but I smirked.
"My turn." I hooked my hands underneath her knees and yanked her fine ass to the edge of the car. The car still rumbled underneath her, and I liked the idea of having a slight vibration as I tasted my girl. Taking off her shorts and adding them to the pile by my feet, I expected to work on her panties, but Bella's wet lips and a black, curly-hair mound were there instead. My dick dribbled some more. What the fuck? She went commando all night and didn't say one goddamn word? "Are you kidding me?" I shoved two fingers into her, nice and deep. "All fucking night?"
She moaned as I withdrew my fingers slowly, rubbing them up and down her lips before plunging back into her. I watched her eyes roll back as I touched that one spot that hit hard. She arched her back and pulled at the top of her pussy, pushing out that swollen clit. My mouth watered, and I would taste soon, but my focus was how bad Bella was for not telling me she wore no underwear tonight.
"Do you realize, how I could've done this to you all night, baby girl?" I pushed my fingers in so deep that my knuckles were flush with her juicy lips. "At the restaurant, or in the car, and I would've finger-fucked you so good."
Bella moaned and quivered, her whole body contracting. She was close. I knew the signs, but I wasn't going to allow her to come. My mind had other ideas.
"And if you were a really good girl, I would have done this."
I dropped to my knees and put my mouth on that sweet pussy. It tasted better than I'd imagined. Bella was soft, and her lips were a pillow, fluffy and warm. I took my tongue from her asshole to her clit. When I got there, I sucked it into my mouth. Bella jerked and whimpered, her thighs shaking with pleasure. I couldn't stop, her pussy drove me crazy, and nothing I did was enough. Then, pushing her legs up, it angled everything right and pushed it into my face. Now, even in the poor lighting of the moon, I could see how engorged my baby girl was, so horny and ready. Licking her again, first the clit, then her hole, and slowly down to her ass again. That part was sweet, and I stuck my tongue as far as that tight pucker would let me.
"Fuck!" I lost more control, kissing and sucking and getting as much of this beautiful girl as possible.
My dick was drooling everywhere and throbbing. He wanted a taste. Fuck him. He can wait.
Then I took a single lip into my mouth and sucked until it turned purple.
Mine, I thought. All fucking mine.
Bella wailed my name. "Edward, please."
"That's my girl," I said, sticking my fingers into her again. She was wet, slick, and ready for me. I tested her boundaries, preparing the confines of her pussy with three fingers, needing my dick to fit. The last thing I wanted to do was make my girl bleed. Bella's first time with me needed to be enjoyable. That's why I stepped up my foreplay and stretched her walls. But before I eased the painful pinch in my balls, I had to have one last taste. Putting my tongue on her again, I worked in tandem with my fingers.
Bella cried and grabbed fistfuls of my hair. "Oh, god! Oh, god. I'm coming, Edward. Oh, god."
She gushed all over my tongue and tightened around my fingers. It sucked that I couldn't see her face, but I tasted and felt her come. It was the best three seconds of my life.
"Man, oh, man." I rose from my knees and slid my hands along her legs. She was breathing heavily and fondling her breasts. I needed to kiss her so she would know how good she tasted, and my girl didn't disappoint. She licked her lips and hummed. "I could eat you all day."
"I might..." Bella took a deep breath. "Let you."
"I'm fucking holding you to that."
"Come here," Bella said, taking my face and pulling me down to her lips.
Her tongue pressed against mine, hungrily wanting every last drop of herself. It fucking rocked me. The thought of her not being grossed out or shy about tasting her pussy made me incredibly hard. I wanted to fuck her, but I needed to slow down. If I go too fast, I'll ruin everything. The tension was high, but I thrust into her, my dick hitting everywhere but the one place it needed to go. I adjusted my position, lining up perfectly.
"I want to be inside you," I said. My hips pushed forward and touched the outer lips. One push was all it took, and I would be inside. "Can you feel that?"
Bella reached down to grab my dick, but I pulled away before she could raw dog me.
She pouted as I stood. "What did I do?"
"Nothing, baby," I said, leaning back and enjoying the scene before me: Bella naked and spread eagle on the hood of a Lamborghini. "Eager beaver."
She blushed and shrugged: it is what it is.
I picked up my pants and pulled out my wallet. There was one condom I'd put in the back sleeve over a year ago. Bella propped herself up and watched me as I rolled the condom on. I pinched the tip to give some room for my cum. When I glanced back at my girl, she looked uncomfortable and nervous.
She was guilty of rushing things, but not being the most levelheaded one and stalling her until she turned eighteen, nagged at me.
"Do you want this to be your first time?" I asked. "Here in the middle of the desert on a fucking car?"
"I'm sure." She smiled, wrapping her legs around my thighs and pulling me back down. The force of her strength was unexpected. I had to shoot out my hands to keep from falling over her. "It's not just a fucking car, Edward. It's a fucking Lamborghini. And it's not just my first time. It's my first time with you." She gripped me tightly and rubbed the head of my dick at her entrance.
"Goddamn, kid." I kissed her and eased forward, sliding in just the tip. Bella whimpered and tightened around me. I gazed down, and my girl scrunched up her face in pain. "You all right?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said, taking a deep breath. "I'm okay. Keep going."
Gently, I pushed into her, but my eyes never left her face. When she showed apparent distress, I held her and waited for her to adjust to me. With every inch, this happened until I was entirely inside her. I moved out just as slowly, but the long strokes, taking my dick out, and rubbing my head on her soft, hot, vice-like entrance were so goddamn good.
"Fuck me," I groaned. "So tight."
There was no way in hell I'd last longer than five minutes. My mind had to dissociate from my body. What drove me more insane was Bella, moaning and enjoying every second below me. I needed to kiss her, not only to distract me but to silence her. Unfortunately, I was not strong enough to handle all the stimuli.
I groaned and grunted, picking up my pace as her wet, glorious pussy, allowed my dick to slide in and out of her so effortlessly. Bella shifted her body, hiked up her legs, and wrapped them around me. But that was a mistake. I rammed her down deep until she felt it in her goddamn stomach.
"Fuuuccck." I couldn't hold myself back any longer.
My body took over, and I wasn't gentle but a beast. Bella cried out in pleasure and pain as I thrust my hips fast and deep. She dug her nails into my shoulders and pressed her breasts into my chest. I kissed her again, fucking sloppy, but it felt good to feel every part of Bella.
"Mmm, Edward," she whispered against my mouth.
I wanted her to come and wasn't stupid to think my dick would do it. My fingers quickly found that clit and worked it in pace with every thrust. She tightened around me, goddamn instantly.
"Shit, baby," I groaned as my mouth fell to her shoulder and my teeth sunk into her skin. Then I sucked it, causing the blood to rise and bruise that delicate flesh.
Bella cried out. "Oh, yes, fuck! I'm coming again. Oh, Edward."
Her moans were so loud I had to kiss her again so we wouldn't alert people and get the cops called.
But as her pussy clenched around me, tightening her tight hole, I had no hope of lasting. Thankfully, I got my girl to come, not only once but twice, and the pressure to perform well was released. Now all bets were off, and I would fuck her until I busted.
I held her gaze and lost myself. Never, not once, in all my twenty-years, did the buildup and coming feel that way. The orgasm lasted 1.2 seconds before I spilled myself inside her. It pulled me down, and when I came back up, my muscles were tired, and my mind was spent. I fought to keep myself off my girl, even though it would be easy to fall.
I snuggled my head between her titties. "Holy shit." Lifting my head, I kissed her lips, jaw, neck - everywhere.
"You're telling me," she said, lazily running her fingers through my hair.
A man can tell after he nuts inside a girl whether or not she's the one. So even though I decided Bella was my lady, my dick confirmed it.
We were in love.
I smiled at her and moved up so I could kiss her and fucking relax. It lasted only twenty seconds.
"All available units, we have a reported stolen 2008 black Lamborghini Gallardo with Arizona temporary license plate number: Boy-Frank-Mary-3-5-9. Last seen taking the Carefree Highway exit. All responding units be advised, suspect may be armed and dangerous."
It was only a matter of time before the owners reported it stolen, but how they pinpointed our location and labeled us armed and dangerous changed everything.
In that one sentence, it turned our situation from a joyride to a possible shootout.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I pounded my fists on the car's hood and dented it all to shit. Fuck me, damnit! How could I let it get this far? My eyes found Bella's wide, startled ones. "Baby, we need to go."
AN: whew.