BPOV

If I thought Edward was handsy in the bar, I truly never experienced his handiness in an Uber. His fingers at the moment were up under my skirt teasing their way under the edge of my boy shorts.

My huffs of irritation only grow and cause a laugh to break from him. This earns me nips along the skin of my jaw.

"You need to learn patience," he murmurs in my ear.

"And you need to not be such a tease," I bite back.

He belts out a laugh and removes his hand.

"Fine, I'll just keep my hands to myself until we're back at my place," he taunts hands up.

I glare to the front and see the skeevy driver eyeing me.

Edward must notice too, because he tugs my skirt down, pulling my legs over his. He uses his pointer finger and thumb to playfully pinch my chin.

I kinda dig tipsy Edward.

He's sweetly affectionate and it does something to my nethers.

I use my finger to crook his face toward mine, attaching my mouth to his. His hand moves to cradle my face while we kiss.

The warmth of his palm hovers just under the hem of my skirt.

"We're here, pal," the driver barks out.

I move my legs off Edward before I open the door.

His hands assist me as I scoot out.

Once out of the Uber I climb his stoop stairs two at a time, I turn at the top to see Edward fumbling with his keys in his pocket.

I want to tell him to hurry up because I want him inside me, but people are still out and about at this hour. His neighbors have seen me with Hadley this week, so, I don't need one hearing me and thinking I'm some wanton hussy.

Edward's arm wraps around me while he fumbles with the lock.

"Should I be worried about your ability to insert things into holes?" I ask seriously.

"Trust me, I can insert things into holes just fine, Bell," he says against my ear.

I just want him to drop trou and take me right here.

I turn in his arms, grazing my teeth against the skin of his neck.

He almost drops his keys.

"Fucking finally," he groans once his door is open.

He pulls me along in the lobby until we get to his actual door.

"You have too many doors," I tell him.

"Tell me about it," he huffs through his nose, nostrils flaring.

I hurry past him once he gets the door opened, unwrapping my scarf and throwing it at his face. My boots are the next to be removed per his shoe rule.

I shed each piece of my clothing on my journey to his room.

When I drop my boy shorts beside his bed, I crawl under his sheets and comforter. His room is dark but I can see him enter haloed by the hallway nightlight.

He's shirtless and struggling to get his jeans off around his legs.

I can't help but laugh when they get caught around his ankles and he pitches forward falling face-first on the plush rug surrounding his bed.

"Keep laughing," he mumbles while popping up to look at me up over his bed.

This only makes me lose it more.

He finally frees himself from his jeans and briefs from his spot on the floor. I feel the cool air hit my already heated body when he lifts the blanket and crawls under from the side.

I lift the blanket and watch him settle between my legs.

He places a kiss on my inner thigh.

"Psst," I stage whisper. "What are you doing down there?"

His breath fans over me, then his tongue licks teasingly. I jump when his teeth bite down on my clit and he tugs.

"Whoa," I pant.

He hums as he sucks and my brain melts.

I fist his hair with my good hand.

When he adds his fingers I arch up, up, up.

My grip on his hair tightens when I come and yell, "Fucking A."

With my breathing heavy, I take a moment to comprehend what I just experienced. Never and I mean never has a guy gone down on me. I used to think it was a myth.

Were all guys this good with their mouths?

Speaking of mouths, Edward trails his over my skin, nipping and sucking his way up my body until he's hovering over me.

I grab his smirking face.

"What was that?" I ask in disbelief.

"A preview," he says cockily.

A laugh bubbles out of me at the sheer ridiculousness of him.

We're drunk but not at the point either one of us will be regretting this and what I just experienced was fun. It's like really fun.

He uses his arm to wipe his mouth off before he leans in to kiss me.

We kiss until the tip of his dick bumps into my clit for the fifth time.

"Condom," he breathes while I nod in agreement.

He's quick to reach over me into his nightstand and pulls out a foil packet. He sits up losing the blanket covering us and fists his erection while he focuses to get the condom on.

The concentration on his face is adorable and hilarious.

"Got it," he says once it's completely on.

He settles back over me with the sweetest smile.

I feel him pressing against me and when he starts to enter me I do something that I have no idea why I do it.

"Wait," I shriek.

"What?" he asks concerned, his hands holding my face.

"I'm a virgin," I blurt for a stunning effect.

His eyes widen and he looks somewhat horrified.

I can't handle it, losing it completely.

"What is wrong with you?" he asks, shaking his head.

My hands move over him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but your face was priceless," I say as a snort escapes me.

He's glaring, but I manage to pull his body back to me.

"You're not a virgin?"

"Uh, no, but it's been a while," I tell him sincerely.

His glare softens.

I reach up to kiss him which helps to get us back into our horniness.

"Can you please just fuck me?" I whisper.

"Well, since you asked nicely," he murmurs, inching into me slowly.

My fingers dig into his flesh while he fills me.

His movement is slow but deliberate with each thrust, my fingers travel until they weave into his wild locks.

His eye contact is intense and constant with my hold on his hair. I pull his head down so I can attach my mouth to his.

While we kiss and he pumps into me, I'm surprised when his thumb starts to rub my clit. The act is… considerate.

I moan out feeling everything.

"You gonna come for me, Bell?" he coos or maybe it's taunting.

My leg curls around him because I need him deeper. Now.

I can't respond because he's making me dumb. He hooks his arm under my curled leg moving it up and pushing it down.

This new angle is definitely deeper.

He picks up his pace and incoherency starts to leave my mouth.

"I… I… ple—"

"C'mon, Bell," he grunts encouragement.

It's when he pinches my clit that I tighten around him causing him to pulse inside of me.

He falls on top of me panting heavily, while I think I'm breathing, I can't really think at the moment.

Minutes, maybe hours pass.

I can't think or move.

I just feel.

I feel him still inside me.

I feel his lips ghost my skin.

I feel his eyelashes flutter against my neck.

Eventually, he pulls out and I watch his ass as it moves to the bathroom to throw away the condom.

My brain can't help but shift to my past. I remember the sex I've had before Edward and it's never been like that.

I've maybe had an orgasm from sex a few times. Like, two?

I never had one with Jake.

I'm only twenty-three so maybe that's normal. Like I needed to find my sexual awakening or something.

Edward plops down beside me pulling me to him before yanking the covers up.

"Why do you look so lost in thought?" he asks, kissing my temple.

"I'm thinking."

"About what?"

"Sexual awakenings."

"Did you just have one?" he asks amused.

"Possibly," I say, biting my lip.

"Why are you thinking about sexual awakenings?"

"I rarely orgasm from just sex," I tell him bluntly.

"Well, I did help out," he points out.

I remember his constant attention to my clit.

"This is a weird conversation to have," I mumble.

Do people actually talk about this stuff when they are hooking up?

"Hey, don't be— embarrassed," he murmurs.

"I'm not—" I hesitate. "You're good."

I feel my face heat.

He kisses me.

"You're good too," he tells me reassuringly.

His eyes do that searching thing and I see his sincerity.

"You're a considerate lover," I say hesitantly.

"Am I?" he chuckles, rolling in on me slightly.

My hands graze his chest.

I stroke it while playing with the tuft of hair there.

"Well yeah, you made sure I came," I tell him, finally looking at his face.

"I was only returning the favor."

I nod.

"You gave me two though," I argue.

"I wanted to make sure you were feeling good before we—"

"Is it weird that I'm bringing this up?" I ask abruptly.

Like how many girls get fucked and then have questions about it. Me apparently.

"Not weird at all," he tells me. "Bell?"

"Yeah?"

"If you don't mind me asking, how many guys have you been with?"

I close my eyes, holding my hand up.

"You are included in that count," I tell him.

I feel a kiss on both my eyelids and I open them.

"How many for you?"

He sighs.

"Before Hadley, there were too many to count. After her, maybe four?" he says like he's now embarrassed.

"It's okay if you are a reformed manwhore," I tell him because who am I to judge.

Even though I judged him a lot before I truly knew him.

I've seen the type of man he is.

He embraces me closer until he's almost on top of me and I'm wrapped in his arms and his leg is pinning me down.

Something about his hold seems intimate.

Him going down on me felt intimate.

His nose skims the side of my face.

"Tonight was very friendly," I comment.

"I'm the friendliest with you," he says sincerely.

I rub my good hand up and down his back.

We fall into a comfortable silence just touching and kissing until I lose out to sleep.

I wake to kisses and sunlight filtering in through his blinds.

I'm on my back while Edward's fingers trace a path down, down, down.

My nipple.

My belly button.

My folds.

I arch when one finger slides in followed by another.

In the light of day, we're no longer fuzzy and warm but clear and on fire.

When his fingers curl I take him in my hand.

I use the pre-cum at his tip to help me easily pump.

Our pace speeds up as our rhythm matches.

I come first while he follows.

"Shower?" he asks once we both get our wits about us.

I nod.

He takes my hand in his and I follow him.

His shower, like his apartment, is expensive.

State of the art.

Perfect.

The only hiccup is I have to keep my hand dry.

He's quick to run naked to the kitchen to get me a freezer bag and rubber band to cover it.

"So romantic," I tease, waving my hand around.

He shakes his head only to lather us both up.

In the shower, he behaves with the intention of getting us both clean.

I take notice of the muscles in his biceps and abs flexing when he moves. His ass sits high and his glutes are tight.

Edward is a specimen.

I know he rides his bike all over the city, but part of me wants to ask if he's a gym rat.

He's sweet when he washes my hair, careful not to get soap in my eyes.

Even though Edward can be a dick there is this gentleness to him.

He's quick to wrap a towel low around his hip when we get out of the shower and then dry me off with the other towel before wrapping it around me.

I brush the droplets of water from my hair out of my eyes.

"Let me grab you another towel," he says.

He quickly goes to the linen closet in the hall but he doesn't return and when I hear the voices from out in the hallway I freeze.

"She needed her iPad," I hear Rose's distinct voice.

"You could have called me and I would have brought it over to your place," he hisses.

"Is someone here?" she accuses.

"It's none of your business if someone is here because it's your weekend," he tells her.

I look through the crack of his bedroom door.

"We saw her shoes by the door, Edward, and her clothes are littered with yours throughout the hall," Rose says, holding up my skirt with a finger. "Hadley pointed out they were Bella's shoes when we came in."

"I'm going to get dressed," he says.

"You do that," she says haughtily.

I step back from the door so I'm not seen.

Once Edward is in his room he slams the door causing me to jump.

He yanks drawers open and hastily throws his sweats and a t-shirt on.

"Uh, my clothes are out there so I can't get dressed to leave," I explain lamely.

His angry face softens.

He gets me out a pair of sweats, a t-shirt, and clean briefs handing them to me.

"You don't need to leave— I want to take you out to breakfast," he murmurs, cupping my face.

"I don't want to deal with that out there," I practically beg, throwing the t-shirt on over my head.

"Had, forgot her iPad, let me handle this and I'll come to get you once they leave," he tells me while I pull the briefs on following the sweatpants.

I roll the elastic band down a few times so they fit.

A knock comes from the door before Rose just waltzes right in with an armful of my clothing.

"My kid doesn't need to be subjected to seeing these strewn about," she snips, chucking them at me.

Edward takes her by the arm and leads her out of his room.

I set the small pile on his bed and take my bra, putting it on under my t-shirt.

Humiliation radiates off me.

"Hey Dad," I hear from the other side of his door.

"Hey, baby," he says to her.

Guilt seeps in that Hadley saw my boots and unmentionables. She clearly knows I'm here.

I step away from his door to lay back on his disheveled bed, smelling of us.

I shut my eyes, feeling my hangover and Rose's hatred toward me sink in. Edward and I weren't dating, but I didn't want Hadley to think horribly of me.

Our clothes trailing out in the hall didn't look good.

I feel the bed dip and hands on me.

"Stop," he mumbles against my temple. "They left."

"I'm not feeling great," I say sitting up. "I need to get home."

I grab my jacket from the pile and then the pile itself.

"Bell–" it's a warning but I leave his room regardless.

I stuff my feet quickly into my boots and leave feeling the chill of the mid-morning air.

"Bella," Edward calls while I pound the pavement.

I pass Irina out with her yappy little dog.

I squeeze my belongings even closer to me.

The incessant calls of my name don't deter me even when I turn the corner onto my block.

I trip but catch myself as I run up the stairs of my stoop.

Jake's coming out the door stopping me in my tracks.

"Hey?" he asks unsure.

He wipes a tear from my face that I didn't know was falling.

"Christ, Bella," Edward says slightly out of breath at the bottom of my steps.

I watch Jake's chest puff out and start shaking my head.

I know how this looks, but I don't need Jake to assume anything.

"I need to get upstairs," I plead with this brick wall of a human.

"Did this guy hurt you?" he asks, brushing his hand against another tear.

"Who the hell are you?" Edward snaps now fully in our personal space.

"Your worst fucking nightmare," he growls.

I roll my eyes.

"Down, Fido," I tell him, pushing on his firm chest for good effect. "I. Am. Okay."

"You're crying," Jake argues.

"Because I'm a big fucking baby. Just because I'm crying doesn't mean something dire happened, you goon," I yell at him before turning on Edward. "Let me be, I want to hide in my room. This morning embarrassed me, I don't want to go to breakfast and pretend everything is rainbows and sunshine when it's not."

"Bell," Edward grits, pulling at his still wet hair.

"Leave," I say, pointing a finger at him before turning back to Jake. "You were on your way out too, go back to Jersey. I'm sure I'll see you attached to Em in the near future."

He grunts but moves out of my way.

I leave them both at the top of the stoop.

Em's sitting on the couch eating a bowl of cereal when I enter our apartment.

"Do I even want to know?" he asks.

I glare.

He holds a hand up and his bowl of cereal out to me.

I drop my belongings onto a chair before taking a seat next to Em. We take turns eating the cereal until we run out and he gets up to get us more.

"Didn't see Edward last night, my ass," he says randomly.

I elbow him.