Chapter 3: Full Speed Ahead
Previously:
Edward releases Jacob's nipple to ask, "Do you want me to stop?"
Jacob's inarticulate groan and the rolling of his hips is all the answer Edward needs, although he is not averse to hearing the stream of Oh no. Oh God, no. Don't stop. Please, don't stop, please don't stop running through Jacob's head.
For reasons Edward does not deign to explore at the moment, he obliges and begins to slowly lick his way lower…
Under the strain of his first heartbreak, transforming into a werewolf, and all of the associated teenage angst, Jacob Black is quite certain that he has lost his mind. He knows this for several reasons: 1) He is currently lying on the forest floor under Edward Cullen, 2) he is currently naked, 3) his self-professed mortal enemy is currently licking his way down Jacob's chest, and 4) Jacob likes it.
Jacob's train of thought causes Edward to chuckle against the flesh of his lower stomach, a sensation which sends intriguing tendrils of vibration spiraling downward and causes Jacob to add a number 5 to his list—Edward Cullen just chuckled. Again
Edward nips at the flesh over the slight jut of Jacob's hip bone with the air of one marking their place in an interesting book they've been momentarily distracted from. He lifts his head minutely to meet Jacob's eye but finds that the shifter's eyes are resolutely shut. Jacob has to fight the urge to force Edward's head back down, and then lower still-has to bite his tongue to keep from begging. What's the count up to, now? Jacob wonders.
"Seven," Edward responds. "You are right, of course. You are completely, unavoidably, irrevocably, certifiably insane." Edward emphasizes each qualifier with a kiss, inching his way up Jacob's inner thigh, pointedly ignoring the very real evidence of what Edward is doing to Jacob.
Jacob whimpers.
Edward continues. "But then, I suppose, I must be as well." He pulls up and looks away in no particular direction, as if lost in thought.
Jacob growls.
When Edward returns his attention to him, his nearly black eyes locking onto Jacob's amber brown, Jacob thinks he understands what that doe he was chasing must have felt like. Being stalked, being hunted down, being trapped. Edward's smile is somehow predatory and confident and radiant and devious all at once.
Jacob reminds himself to breathe.
"You know," Edward continues, as if the two are discussing the weather over tea, "if this is being insane…" He ducks his head, unexpectedly, to lick Jacob's member from base to tip and if Jacob hadn't already established his insanity, he would have thought he lost his mind. "…it's not so bad," Edward finishes.
Jacob makes a rumbling sound that he didn't think was possible outside of his wolf form.
He jack-knifes into a sitting position, pulling Edward's face to meet him halfway. The kiss is cool to Jacob, warm to Edward, and exhilarating to both. They duel for long moments, lips pressing insistently against each other's. Jacob's world has been reduced to breathe and feel-a sweet reprieve. Edward's tongue darts out to run along the werewolf's teeth, pausing at the tip of the canine.
Jacob gasps, pulling Edward's tongue into his mouth, and the kiss spirals up to another dizzying new level. Jacob's hands are everywhere, gliding under Edward's shirt, down the vampire's sides, upward to tangle into his hair, to pull him impossibly closer. Edward finds himself annoyed that Jacob has to bother with breathing. He wants more.
Jacob sucks Edwards bottom lip between his own, then bites down and pulls away slowly.
Edward groans, long and low.
At the sound, something within Jacob snaps, and he rolls them so that the vampire is below him on his back. He kisses Edward's lips again. Once, twice, then trails nipping kisses down his jaw line and the alabaster column of his neck. Emboldened by the tiny moans Edward is trying and failing to suppress, Jacob begins unbuttoning Edward's shirt, kissing each inch of perfect flesh as it is revealed.
In an abstract, unformed way, Jacob thinks how sexy it would be if Edward undressed himself and the next moment, Edward's hands are on his, replacing them. Jacob sits back on his heels to watch, hungrily, biting his lips.
When the shirt is out of the way, Edwards hands move to his belt-buckle, but Jacob's beat his. In a few shorts seconds, the belt goes the way of Edward's shirt. Jacob undoes the button of Edward's dark-wash jeans with his teeth, and though he isn't operating with Edward's advantage, he thinks that Edward likes it by the strangled moan in his throat.
Growing increasingly impatient, Jacob strips Edward's jeans off in a single motion. Edward's surprised laugh is short-lived as Jacob surges upward to cover the vampire's mouth with his own. Their members align as their lips do and they moan into each other's mouths. They roll onto their sides; Jacob's huge left hand rubs circles into Edward's side while his right tangles itself in the vampire's unbelievably messy hair. Absently, Jacob thinks that even now, Edward's hair is incapable of looking less than perfect and Edward smiles into the kiss.
The vampire reaches his hand between them so that he holds them both in one hand. Jacob gasps loudly and his hips buck violently. Edward smiles again, and begins to stroke them slowly.
Jacob's breathing is becoming increasingly erratic; Edward can hear the werewolf's heart hammering in his chest, can hear the breath rattling through his teeth, can hear Jacob's garbled whispers of "oh" and "yeah" and "my God" and "don't stop".
Edward doesn't stop. His hand glides faster and faster, slick with Jacob's perspiration and their shared arousal. His once steady rhythm loses consistency as Edward loses himself in the sensations—Jacob's large, strong body, pressed flush against his, the feel of the shifter's heat sinking into his own flesh, the feel of both of them in his hand—hot and cold. Jacob is utterly lost, thrusting against Edward with wild abandon. His thoughts are no longer coherent; with his gift, all Edward hears in Jacob's head is his own name, all he sees are his own eyes.
They carry on like this for what feels like hours, then Edward pulls harder, faster still, and Jacob is gone. He shudders from head to toe, hips jerking forward violently. His eyes shut tightly as he tries unsuccessfully to hide a sound somewhere between a groan and whimper by biting Edward's shoulder.
The sensation of the wolf's teeth at his skin drives Edward over the edge as well. Edward goes without a fight, welcoming the soaring, plunging, spiraling feeling and the sweet, sweet release.
Author's Note: So, what do you think? First time writing rated M. Feedback is very much appreciated!