Chapter 30
He didn't have to ask me twice.
I grabbed my stuff and let the cab go.
He took my hand and led me up the bus steps.
Walked me down the hall, and I turned to go to my bunk.
With a squeeze to my fingers, he pulled me further along.
Straight to the closed door of his King room.
I looked around the forbidden space, amazed that it was bigger than I'd imagined. Sleek, dark brown cabinets, low lighting. Beige carpet. Mirrors on one wall of closets.
Big bed right in the middle, covered in a wine-colored comforter, against a plush, gray headboard. Edward's favorite guitar sat on the bed, propped up on two pillows. He moved it and took two steps over to where I stood.
He loomed above me, and I held my breath. I wanted him to touch me, to hug me, to do something to ease the tension in my body. He took my bag from me and put it on the floor while I stood there, unsure.
"Thank you," he said. "For staying." His hands moved up my arms and stopped at my neck. His fingers played with the hair at the base of my skull. "I didn't ask you for any hidden reason. I don't want anything from you, Bella," he whispered softly, still caressing my skin.
"What if I want something?" I asked nervously, my eyes darting back and forth to see his reaction as he looked at me, dark and stormy.
"You don't know what you want."
My hands clutched either side of his waist as I rose on tip-toes. I looked at his lips, waited, urging him to meet me halfway.
"I do," I said with more certainty than I'd ever felt.
His hands tightened in my hair and he closed his eyes. I waited for him to push me away from him, to deny me.
Instead, I got what I wanted.
His lips met mine as he turned us so the back of my knees were hitting the bed. I gave him everything I had, every ounce of passion built up, and pulled him down on top of me. My legs opened easily, letting him get closer as our mouths moved together, tongues meeting, breath hot as the kiss increased in ferocity.
Edward's body shifted and I could feel how hard he was, pressed right up against me. His hand moved down my side and clutched my leg, pulling it up higher. He moved against me until I was moaning, not caring that this was probably a stupid thing to do.
But all I wanted was him. Screw the consequences.
"Bella," he started to say, but I shut him up with a hard press of my mouth to his. His hand moved from my leg to my back, where he laid his palm flat against my bare skin as it traveled back and forth under my shirt and the waistband of my shorts.
"Fuck me, Edward," I said boldly, demanding. There was no doubt in my mind this was what I wanted. It wasn't going to be love-making, wasn't going to be sweet and that's exactly how I wanted it. Protect myself, my heart. Don't give him a reason to say no.
He groaned and looked down at me. His eyes were hooded, burning hot and my toes curled at the idea that I'd made him look like that. I'd made him full of desire and want.
Before he could reject me, I moved my hands to my t-shirt and started to lift. His hands stopped me, and he drew lazy circles on my stomach which rippled at his touch in response.
"If anyone is going to take your clothes off, it's me." he growled and did just that. My shirt flew off and his mouth moved to the top of my breasts. My heart was thundering, about to explode. He quickly moved to unclasp my bra and that, too, followed my shirt to the floor. Immediately his mouth covered all of me, his tongue licking and teeth biting.
He rocked against me and I moved my hands to the hem of his ripped shirt. He pushed off the bed so he was kneeling between my legs as he pulled his shirt off, staring hotly down at me.
"You are magnificent," I said without a thought as he rose above me, bigger and better and brighter than all the posters in the world. Pictures would never do this man justice.
My fingers traced the guitar tattoo that hovered over the button of his jeans, then trailed across the six-pack that was covered in ink. In a million years, I'd never thought I'd see him and all his technicolor glory in person. My eyes almost teared up at the idea that he was in front of me, over me, with me.
He stopped my hand as it ghosted over the lettering that covered his stomach and moved it to the button of his jeans.
I fumbled with it, nervous and excited and about to pass out I was breathing so hard. He helped me shove them down his hips and there he was.
The Rock God in all of his naked splendor.
My Rock God, if only just for tonight.
As he kneeled over me, he undid my shorts and helped me get them off. He shimmied my underwear down one leg, then the other. My foot caught the material and he grabbed it, threw it on the counter. "You aren't getting those back any time soon," he said and I just about died when his eyes raked over me, completely naked in front of him.
His fingers played across my stomach, trailed down to where I was burning hot for him. He touched me and I moaned like a harlot. Up and down his fingers stroked, and I should've been embarrassed by how wet I was for him, but when he took those fingers and moved them to his mouth, all I could do was stare as he sucked on them, eyes closed, moaning.
I started to move, to sit up so I could take him in my mouth but he leaned down, stopping me. His arms braced his body above me, sheltering me, as his face hovered within inches. "If you do that, baby baby baby, I can't promise you I won't come immediately." I whimpered as his mouth caught mine in a searing kiss before he leaned away to reach into the nightstand. I knew what he was getting.
This was it.
He moved his hand down between us and I felt his cock hard against me, starting to push. Tensing up, my hands grabbed both of his elbows and squeezed.
"Bella, open your eyes," he said slowly, harshly. Through clenched teeth. He was staring down at me, eyes on fire. "Is this your first time?"
I just stared at him. There was no way in hell I was having this moment stopped because of such an inconsequential thing as virginity. "Doesn't matter."
"It matters," he said, gentler than before. I could see his eyes shifting, and hoped his lust wasn't turning a corner and he'd soon be gone.
I tried to pull him against me and locked my legs tight around him. "Don't you stop because of this. I want this. This is me telling you this is what I want."
He moved so his cock rubbed against me. Up and down, teasing and toying. "Whatever you want, Bella. I just need to rethink." He smiled devilishly down at me and my heart skipped.
He leaned down to kiss me slowly just as he grabbed my leg again. He hitched it higher, and slid inside me slowly. Stayed there as I stretched and got used to the feel of him. My hands were clenched behind his neck and my chest was heaving, pressed against him. His mouth moved to my neck and started to lick and suck the skin behind my ear.
"Jesus Christ," he said, breath hot against me. "You okay?"
"You have no idea how okay I am," I moaned and it was true.
It was the absolute best fucking moment of my life.
He started to move slowly, slipping inside and out of me with expertise. He was hitting all the right spots and even though it was a semi-uncomfortable feeling, most of me was shuddering in response.
He kept my leg hitched for a bit until he braced himself on his elbows over me, caging me under him. Both of his hands tangled in my hair as he breathed against me, his body slick as he moved us more frantically against the bed.
His mouth was on my lips, my neck, my shoulder, licking me everywhere as he continued to move. One hand snaked down and started to touch me, rubbing me between us as I clung to his shoulders. "That's it, Bella." He breathed against me as he used his thumb on my most sensitive spot.
It was a combination of the rubbing and my name on his lips as he whispered dirty words in my ear that finally did me in. My legs tightened around him involuntarily as I came and with a final, violent string of 'fucks' out of his mouth and a few more hard thrusts, he shuddered and moaned.
His face as he came in me would forever be burned into my soul.
I watched him come down, worried, waiting for him to not look me in the eye. Waited for the regret.
He kissed me slowly, languidly, then kissed the tip of my nose before removing himself from me. "You alright?" he asked and pulled me to him so we were lying face to face, chest to chest.
"Yeah. Really alright." I smiled as I stretched like a cat in the sun.
He pulled my head down to lay underneath his chin. His own heart was beating just as fast as mine. "You should've told me."
"And have you change your mind? Nuh-uh."
He laughed and yawned. "Three days, baby niece. I'm all yours for three days."
I wasn't expecting how bad that stung.