Chapter three
Bella was pacing the length of her small dorm, anxious and confused, and most disturbingly, she was looking forward to seeing him again. She couldn't deny that he was handsome and that he had been her first man in almost two years: she needed this as bad as he did, there was no denying it what so ever.
The knock on the door sounded through her small dorm just as she pulled a pair of flimsy sleep shorts.
"Come in!" she called, expecting to see Edward. "What are you doing here, Mike?" Bella sighed as she turned to the blond haired and blue-eyed boy.
"Jessica is threatening to break up with me, so I need your help to make her see that she wants me."
"I'm not doing that anymore, Mike," Bella said shaking her head.
"But you have to help me!" Mike huffed.
"I don't have to do anything for you!" Bella snapped, "Besides, what good will it do taking me out when Jessica knows that I'm only there to make her jealous?"
"She's not that bright," Mike laughed and Bella narrowed her eyes.
"And neither are you, it appears, and if I were you, I would move away from her," Bella looked up to see Edward standing behind Mike.
"And who are you?" Mike demanded to know.
"I'm her boyfriend," Bella almost laughed as the words left Edward's mouth, but she knew it would be better if she kept her mouth shut.
"Boyfriend?" Mike laughed, hard, once, "Do you know that everyone, even girls, have been on her?"
"I do and I don't care. Now, I think it's would be better if you simply left," Edward's voice was low and calm, threatening, and turning Bella on.
"Thank you," Bella said sincerely when Edward closed the door after Mike had left.
"Hopefully, he will spread the words that you are no longer selling your services to college students."
"Only you, huh?" Bella quirked an eyebrow as Edward stepped closer, pushing the straps of her top off her shoulders.
"Yes, and you better remember it. If I learn that you've been with someone else during our three months duration, I will not hesitate to out you."
"You have no idea how far someone who struggles are willing to go to get a better life," Bella whispered, staring at his chest.
"I think I get the gist of it, or I wouldn't be standing here and waiting for you to kneel and take my cock in your mouth." Getting down on her knees, Bella didn't hurry unbuttoning his jeans and pulling the zipper down. It turned her on to know that he was going commando under his jeans, but she couldn't understand how girls enjoyed giving a blow job. She understood that many did it just because of the power that followed with the whole thing of holding someone by their balls, but she found no enjoyment in it.
Licking her lips, she took a deep breath and took his semi hard cock in her mouth, letting it slide easily in and out until she felt it harden between her lips. Letting her eyes focus on his manicured patch of hair, she concentrated on breathing through her nose and let him glide easily in and out of her mouth.
"Stop," he commanded, harshly tugging her head away from his cock by her hair: a whimper escaped her lips. "I just saved you from that asshole, the least you can do is to focus on the task at hand," he snapped, pushing her away so she was sitting on her ass.
"I don't like giving blow job, never been good at it and never enjoyed it."
"You gave me on the other night and if I'm remembering correctly, you seemed to enjoy it as much as me."
"Alcohol," Bella shrugged. Alcohol always seemed to lure out the sides of her she didn't even know she had and she was never able to say no, a reason for why she rarely drank.
"Take your clothes off and get on the bed," he commanded as he undressed himself. Standing in his naked glory, Bella couldn't take her eyes off him as she pushed her shorts down, followed by her panties and her top.
Swallowing, she sat down on the edge of the bed and scooted until she was lying in the center, her hands folded on her stomach.
A hard tug on her right leg made her squeal as she felt herself being pulled to the edge. Looking down, she watched Edward as he threw her legs over his shoulder and stuck his tongue out. Her head fell back as she felt it connect with her overheated skin and when his tongue flickered over her growing clit, she moaned, loudly.
"Let me hear you," he said against her skin and she couldn't even think about holding back the loud moan that followed his intense sucking, licking and nibbling of her sensitive skin.
The building orgasm sent spasm through her body and she felt herself starting to clench, earning to feel him inside again, knowing that he would bring her great pleasure.
With a hand in her hair, she arched of the bed, ready to let herself go in the numbing orgasm she felt building, when he removed himself from her.
"W-w-what?" she stuttered, looking up at him with hooded and lustful eyes filled with confusion.
"Get up," he smirked at her as she wobbled slightly on her legs and he guided her over to the couch, pushing her so she was bent over the back.
She heard him rustle around as she waited, her mind foggy and her body humming with need and lust. She was so focused on how her own body was humming that she didn't feel his hands on her hips. Gasping in pleasure and surprise as he trusted hard into her, she felt the edge of the couch's back dig into her abdomen and hips, with each trust he did. It was hard, it was fast, skin against skin, but it was what she got and it was what she needed.
All too soon, her orgasm built up and she exploded around him, shaking and throwing her head back as she moaned loudly. Her legs grew weak and she felt herself slip to the floor when he exploded inside of her, but he caught her and his rhythm didn't falter as he mercifully continued to slam inside her.
With a growl, he erupted inside her and quickly pulled out, making her moan in disappointment as she felt the emptiness. Barely turning her head, she watched him remove the condom and throw it in her bin. He looked at her once, long and hard, as she tried to catch her breath, leaning against the couch, before putting his clothes on.
"Same time tomorrow, here," he said before throwing a few bills on the couch and letting himself out.
Still shaking from her orgasm, Bella picked up the bills, four hundred like the first time, and put them in a shoebox found for his money only. With already eight hundred dollars, she smiled sadly as she thought about her dad and how much this would help him if she continued to please Edward like she had done twice.
With a quick calculation in her mind, Bella realized that if she wanted to save the fifteen thousand she needed, she had to have sex with Edward thirty-seven times more, and a half, each time making it worth his while.
"Only thirty-five and a half left," she mumbled to herself as she put the shoebox away.
Pulling on a t-shirt, she curled up on her bed, the hot summer breeze blowing through her window, and settled down with a good book, an old and well read one she had read more times than she could count: Wuthering Heights.
She had never been able to like the relationship Heathcliff and Catherine had, but there were something about the book that made her read it again and again, even when she could tell most of the story word by word, much to her friends horrification.
*** C R S ***
"What on earth are you going to do when we leave?" Alice sighed dramatically as she threw herself down on her couch, the same couch Edward had fucked her against two days in a row. A small amount of wine splashed out of her glass and she smiled sheepishly as Bella found salt and club soda, rubbing the stain right out of the grey fabric.
"Well, 31st of July, my contract for the dorm runs out and on 1st of August, the new contract of my new loft apartment starts. August 5th is my first day at Dwyer, Holland & Lee. Good enough plan for you?" Bella asked almost snidely, sick of her friends pestering her about her plans now that she had graduated.
"Oh, honey, you know we won't be happy until we know a man is giving you a good fuck on regular basis," Rose smiled sweetly as she poured herself her third glass of wine in less than an hour. She and Alice was planning on get plastered on their last night in the country before heading out to Europe and Asia the next morning.
Bella on the other hand, always sensible, drank her wine slowly.
The sound of a knock on her door reached Bella's ears over the unnecessary loud music Alice insisted on playing.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded to know as she silently slipped through the door, making sure Alice and Rose hadn't seen Edward.
"We both know what I'm doing here," he smirked, reaching for the door handle but Bella stopped him.
"I have someone over and I don't want you to ruin our night," she said hastily, registering how her chosen words sounded when it was too late and Edward had the door open, The Killers filling the hall.
"Oh, who are you?" Alice asked with a large grin across her lips, her white teeth stained by the red wine she had consumed.
"I bet he's here to give Bella the fuck she so desperately needs," Rose drawled form her chair and Bella covered her face in embarrassment.
"Can I speak with you alone?" Bella asked, ushering Edward out of her dorm. "You can't just barge in like that," she hissed as soon the door was closed.
"I can to make sure you're-" Bella quickly stopped him, motioning to the faint shadows underneath her door, showing them that Alice and Rose was listening to their conversation. "My place tomorrow," he said in a low voice, handing her a card with his address on, which she quickly hid in her bra.
"Who was that?" Rose demanded to know as soon the door was closed behind Bella, "And don't lie to us!"
"I met him at a bar last week and we had coffee earlier today. He came by to ask if I had seen his phone as he can't find it," Bella easily lied to her friends, feeling bad, "And yes, I hope to fuck him in the near future: did you see him?"
"Ah, we're raised her right, Rosie," Alice sighed happily, opening another bottle.
"Shouldn't the two of you take it a little easy? After all, you're going to security tomorrow to enter different continents in less than twenty-four hours. I doubt they will let you through if you're still drunk tomorrow."
"Oh, I'm planning on persuading the security that I'm perfectly fine, just nervous, and then I will sleep the alcohol off on the plane, arriving perfectly sober in Paris," Rose smiled.
"And I have no plan but I know I will in the end arrive in Luang Prabang and travel through all the desired countries in Asia, and some more."
"You're lucky," Bella said softly, taking a sip of her wine as she turned down the music, "Wish I had time to do this as well."
"You have Charlie to worry about, but when the time comes, you will travel the world as well," Rose assured her drunkenly.
"Yeah, if Helen lets me," Bella grumbled, her mood souring at the thought of her older sister, the sister who decided to act more like her mom than sister when they lost Renee to a brain aneurysm during Thanksgiving when Bella was eleven. Helen had been twenty-one when it happened and for twelve years, Bella had had an overbearing substitute for a mom and not the fun and loving sister she knew Helen had once been.
"Leave Helen to us and we will convince her that when everything blows over, you will need some time to only focus on yourself and possible lover or boyfriend," Alice assured her.
"Well, Helen doesn't like you," Bella admitted, sick of hiding it from her friends.
"What's not to like?" Alice demanded to know.
"She thinks the two of you are bad influence on me and that in the end, the two of you will talk me into doing something that will not only bring shame to me, but God forbid, to her as well."
"Yeah, because she's the prefect Stepford wife," Rose sneered, "From what you've told us, about how her husband cheated on her and then she cheated on him, just for the two to get back together have a family, their life could have been its own fucking Soap Opera."
"Ah, there it is, your language," Bella said haughtily, imitating Helen, "Suck obscene language should never be used by a young lady if she wishes to find a husband for herself."
Hours later, one in the morning, Bella locked her door and looked long at the mess Alice and Rose had managed to make in her small dorm: empty wine bottles scattered the floor and a few red wine rings had been made on her cheap white table from IKEA. Shaking her head with a smile, she gathered the bottles in a bag and scribbled a note to remind herself that she needed to take it out unless she wanted banana flies everywhere.
She was going to miss her friends, knowing that she would need them close, though she didn't deny them the opportunity to follow their dreams of covering as much land as possible in a year.
Rosalie Hale, a fireball of a girl, wished to visit all the romantic sites in Europe. Alice Brandon on the other hand, a romantic at heart and an artistic girl, wanted to see where the eastern magic had been born and learn their secrets.
With a heavy heart and a heavy head, a small red wine hangover already building, she stripped out of her jean shorts and cotton blouse before pulling a very well-worn t-shirt over her head and opening the window, letting the summer night breeze filter through her curtains and letting her heated skin cool.
Resting her head on the pillow, she pulled the sheets to cover one leg and when she closed her eyes, images of Edward watching her suck his cock filled her mind. Heat went through her body and she found her right hand going between her legs, finding the bare flesh wet from her arousal.
Expect the fourth chapter already NEXT WEEK! Friday sixth of February! Stay tuned!