Song: Hanging On - Active Child
"You know we can get away. Because I'm calling your name."
My eyes opened gradually, my vision adjusting to the faint glow of the lamp on the night stand.
My body felt sweaty and sore in the best way possible as I rolled onto my side with a low moan. My hand landed on a hard, warm chest and I couldn't help but smile to find that he was still here.
Looking to my left, i recalled all the events of last night without any shame.
My mysterious southern stranger was sleeping soundly beside me, his blonde curls falling around his chiseled face like golden waves in the ocean caressing ivory marble stone on the shore.
Licking my lips I couldn't believe how attractive he was even while he slept.
Sitting up, I grimaced when I felt a slight stint between my legs. The signs of being ravaged by a man was still evident as I noticed pink hickeys marring the insides of my pale thighs. The remnants of long finger prints forming into bruises. My fingers traced over them with an odd fascination.
God, who would have known you'd be one of those kinky people? Not Edward, that's for sure.
The thought of my ex-boyfriend was sudden and it completely jarred me out of any pleasantness I'd woken up feeling.
As quietly as I could, I slipped out of the bed and grabbed the dress I'd tossed onto the floor last night. After getting dressed I noticed the time on the clock by the desk and curses under my breath. Walking towards the ceiling to floor curtains, I pulled them aside slightly to look at the pale dawn sky and the vast city of Seattle gradually waking up.
It was six in the morning which means I have at least and hour to get home, shower and get ready for work at the coffee shop.
Just as I was about to turn away and look for my heels, I'm startled to feel a pair of hands wrap around my stomach—pulling me away from the window and into my mysterious stranger's chest. I bit my lip as his lips kissed my neck and shoulder, "Mornin'."
I hummed, "Good morning."
I turned around, staring up at the face of the man who'd pleasured me until we both collapsed onto the bed—utterly exhausted and satisfied.
I stared at the scar in the corner of his jaw and ran my thumb over his cheek. I smiled slightly when he leaned into my touch.
"Why are you dressed? Come back to bed," I only needed to hear his husky deep voice for my need for him to awaken instantly.
"I have to go home," I sighed as he pulled the strap of my dress off my shoulder and started placing kisses along my collarbone. I couldn't stop myself from running my fingers through his mess of hair, "I have...things to do."
"Hmm..." his hand cupped the back of my head while the other started unzipping the back of my dark green slip dress.
"I have to...go..."
"So, go," he whispered as the top of my dress fell to my hips, exposing my bare breasts. My mysterious stranger wasted little time in massaging them, his index and thumb lightly pinching my nipple while the other was taken hostage by his warm lips. I watched him through hooded lashes as his deep blue eyes looked up at me. "Or stay. It's up to you, darlin'."
"I don't have time to have sex if I'm going to make it in time," I breathed as the rest of my dress pooled around my feel, the silk caressing my legs as it went.
"Who said anything about having sex?" My heart pounded in my chest as he sank to his knees and only them did I realize he was still completely naked. Being pressed up against the drawn curtains by the window, I gasped as he raised one of my legs over his shoulder. His full lips placed open, wet kisses along the inside of my legs, making me turn to complete jelly.
"You don't-" I felt my eyes roll the second his mouth was on me, licking and sucking without any hesitation. My hands gripped his hair, pulling and pushing as he devoured me once again, as if he's known me forever. The way his tongue circled around my clit moments before he bit down had me coming in his mouth within seconds.
"God!" I gasped as I came fast and harder than any man has ever made me come during oral sex. "Don't...stop. Oh please, don't stop."
His chuckled vibrates against me, "Trust me, I don't plan to."
And as he picked me up and tossed me onto his bed once more, I knew without a doubt that I wouldn't make it to work.
A loud blaring sound woke me up with a startled gasp. My heart was in my chest and waves of arousal had me trembling under the sheets.
Turning off the loud alarm I'd set on my phone, I tossed it on my bed with a groan. Hating and loving the dream that has been haunting me ever since last week. It was as if my mind and body were chastising me for not staying that morning and instead of having sex with my mysterious stranger or saying a proper goodbye to him, I ran.
Well it was a hookup so I'm sure he would have told me to leave anyway...I was just saving us both the trouble of an awkward send off.
"Damnit..." I dragged a hand through my hair with a sigh. I laid in bed for a few more minutes until my second alarm went off and I had to get ready.
Pulling a deep blue crew neck sweater of my head, I settled on simple black jeans and boots. Makeup was rather useless to put on especially since it was storming outside however I swiped a bit of mascara and lipstick on before heading downstairs. I wasn't even halfway down when I heard my parents going at it.
"Oh shut up! I know you're lying, Charlie!"
"Yeah, yeah. Because I'm always the liar—the bad guy. Right?!"
I guess breakfast is out of the question.
A sound of a hand slamming on the table startled me as I rushed to the coat hanger and grabbed my jacket. The need to run away pushed me to move faster—not wanting to be the outlet of their frustration or anger again. My parents were so caught up in their argument that they barely noticed me slip out through the front door and close it with a soft click.
I could still hear their muffled voices growing louder and louder through the wide window that looked out onto the sidewalk. Looking to my left I noticed my neighbor was sitting on her front porch, a cigarette hanging from her fingers and a knowing, empathetic look on her face as she looked at me.
I waved with a pained smile, "Morning Mrs. Clearwater."
"Good morning, Bella. Off to school?"
I nodded as I sling my backpack over my shoulder and walked down the steps, "Yeah, one more year and then I'm done."
"Well good luck! And have fun!"
I waved a goodbye to the kind lady that always seemed to take a genuine interest in me and somehow was always there to offer a place for me to stay for a few hours at a time when my parents were fighting. I'd help her walk her dogs and even clean her apartment.
Sue Clearwater was my safe place when school was out. And now that it was starting? I bet I won't be home anytime soon—if I can help it.
The first day of school was as chaotic as ever with new students stumbling around awkwardly in the hall and the older students were catching up with their friends—excited to be back if only to mess around.
I grinned the second I spotted my best friends, glaring after each other by the lockers.
"Jacob I swear if you don't back off-" Rosalie said through gritted teeth.
Jake gave her a wolffish grin, "You'll what? Kick my ass?"
Every student in our grade knew the trouble these two could conjure up and stayed far, far away—wisely so since Rosalie could make you wish you were buried six feet under if she told you what she really thought about you while Jake could easily knock out a 7 foot jock and walk away from a fight without a scratch.
I know this because they've done it before.
Throwing my arms around both of them, my short height making it hard to do it without being clumsy, I chimed, "How's the happy couple?"
"Bella!" Jake swept me up in a tight hug and kept his arms around me as he practically whined, "good you're here. Control the bitchy blonde for me will you?"
"Bitchy," Rosalie snapped her pearly white teeth at him as she pulled me out of his arms and into hers, "Says the guy who's skilled at acting like an ass most of the time. What did that Cullen guy call you again? Dog?"
"Okay!" I pushed both of them forward, wanting to avoid an audience that usually followed Rosalie Hale and Jacob Black. Also, wanting to skirt the topic of Edward as far away from me as possible, "Who's excited for class? I know I am."
"Pft, sure you are," Jacob retorts but listens to me nonetheless.
We sat at one of the long tables in the far back, me taking the window seat before Jake could and smiling triumphantly. Rosalie took her seat between us like always and wasted little time to ask in a hushed whisper, "Rough night? You look tired."
"Oh thanks," that earned me an elbow to the arm and I grimaced, "Ow! Why'd you do that?"
"Don't be a smart ass. You know I see you better than anyone in here." She glances to the boys in front of class, her blue eyes focusing on one in particular. The one I've been avoiding looking at since we walked in. "Is it him? Is he bothering you again?"
"No! Rose, I'm fine. He's been the last thing in my mind believe it or not," I chuckle awkwardly.
The sound of the door behind us closing followed by the alarm bell ringing made me sigh.
Saved by the bell. At least that's what I thought until I heard a deep voice cut through the loud students in my class.
"Alright, class. My name is Professor Whitlock, I'll be your substitute for the first few weeks—Mr. McCarty is away on a family emergency so I'll be filling in for him."
The first thing I noticed were the long legs that walked past my desk, sleek black shoes clicked against the white tiles and there was a sort of arrogance to his tone that I couldn't help but find amusing. The sweet smell of pine and rain hit my nose—a cologne that I found vaguely familiar.
"Let's get started. Pull out your textbooks and turn to page three hundred-" his words died down mid-sentence and I glanced up at him, curious to see my new professor's face for the first time. And I instantly regretted it as my heart sank to my stomach.
There, standing in front of the white board and staring at me with bright blue eyes, looking as handsome as ever—was my mysterious stranger. My cheeks warmed as his face turned from one of shock to a darker, recognizable one I'd encountered that fateful night. But before I could panic, he continued as if he barely noticed me, "Let's get started on today's lesson."
Oh shit.
I'm in such deep shit.
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This might be a short story but if you want me to continue it let me know!
To clarify Bella is 18 years old and Jasper is 27in this story.
