Disclaimer: I do not own twilight or these characters.
Warning: Contains strong language and sexual content.
"Ugh," Jake groaned, a deep, guttural, throaty sound. His hand was pressed flat against the wet-tiled shower wall in front of him while the water from the shower head rained down, cascading over his sculpted muscles and tan skin and clinging to his black hair. His other hand gripped his hard, thick length and pumped up and down at a rapid speed as he imagined Bella's lips wrapped around his cock, her hand pushing her hair out of her face, her flushed cheeks, and her legs spread wide open to him as he buried himself deep inside her tight, wet, warm pussy.
"Fuck," he mumbled, pumping faster until he burst, and hot lava spilled over, coating his hand. He placed both hands on the wall in front of him and leaned his forehead against the cool tile. He was so fucking twisted about this girl he had called his best friend his whole life. How the fuck did this happen?
A few seconds later, he heard the front door open and a soft female voice calling his name. It wasn't the voice he was expecting.
"Jake?" the curvy, raven-haired beauty said as she threw her bag down on the ground and walked through the apartment. Jake stepped out of the shower hurriedly and grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist before stepping out of the bathroom.
"Jess? What the hell are you doing here?" he asked, his voice a little harsher than he meant it, but Bella was supposed to show up at any time, and if she saw Jessica here, she'd flip.
"Well, hello to you too, stranger," she purred, shamelessly eye-fucking him as she sauntered closer and backed him up into a wall. "I thought you might be happy to see me, no?"
Jessica was an actress who only came to town every so often to see her family and Jake. She was one of the many women Jake had been seeing over the last couple of years. She grinned wickedly and hooked her fingers in the towel that hung low on his hips. He grabbed her wrist to stop her.
"Jess, I'm expecting someone," he told her. His voice quavered a little. Why was he suddenly so scared of a 5'4" brunette with pink cheeks and two left feet? Although, lately, he'd noticed how much less she tended to blush and how much more coordinated she seemed.
"Who?" Jessica asked, her voice still low and seductive as she trailed her long red nails up his sculpted stomach and chest, her other hand still hooked inside the towel and his hand wrapped around her wrist.
"Bella," he said evenly, although he couldn't help but feel a little turned on. Him and Jessica had had some wicked good times. He swallowed as she leaned in to whisper in his ear.
"Okay... so what?" she questioned, not understanding. She knew Bella; they'd gone to high school together, and she knew her and Jake were close. Jake grabbed both of her shoulders and pushed her back away from him, looking her seriously in the eyes.
"Oh, so are you, like—" she started to say as realization dawned on her but was quickly cut off by the loud opening of the front door as it slammed against the wall.
Bella stood there, glaring with her arms over her chest. Jake immediately dropped his hands from Jessica's shoulders and started walking towards Bella.
"Bella, it's not what it looks like—"
She snorted. "Yeah, right."
"Come on, honey, I can explain." He walked towards her slowly, as if he thought any sudden movement might scare her off. She really wanted to just leave. She couldn't believe she was ever so stupid as to believe he could change. But another part of her just couldn't. She didn't know how to explain it, but she loved him, and she was willing to fight for him. Bella looked from him to Jess and then back.
Jake got the hint, turned around, and said, "Jess, can you please leave?"
She scoffed but picked up her bag, stopping and placing her hand on Jake's shoulder as she leaned over to whisper in his ear, loud enough for Bella to hear, "Sure, Jake. Call me when you're through playing house."
Bella narrowed her eyes as Jessica flipped her hair and walked out. She felt white hot rage boiling in her gut and clenched her hands into fists at her side so she didn't grab the bitch by her extensions and throw her against the wall. Jessica left and slammed the door behind her, rattling the pictures on the wall.
"Bella, look, I'm sorry. I was in the shower; she let herself in. I must have left the door unlocked when I came back from Audrey's. Nothing happened. I told her no, that I was waiting for you," he said pleadingly as he closed the distance between them and gently placed his hands on her shoulders. Bella exhaled slowly and then narrowed her eyes and looked away briefly as she digested what he'd said.
Suddenly, she trained her eyes back on him, and he could see the angry fire burning there. He gulped. Fuck, he was scared of this petite girl.
"Audrey's, huh? And I bet you were just 'fixing her sink,' huh?" she alleged with exaggerated air quotes. Jake froze. He didn't know how to respond. It had been hours between then and now, and he had realized a few things during that time. This was all new to him. Bella snorted loudly when he didn't answer and pushed him away as she turned to leave. He caught her by the wrist to stop her.
"Bella, I don't know what you want me to say. You're my best friend. I don't want to lose you."
Bella sighed heavily, bringing her fingers up to pinch the bridge of her nose. "Jake, I—"
But he cut her off, spinning her around to face him, trapping her face between his hands, and kissing her hard on the lips. She resisted at first, shoving against his hard chest. But he was persistent, pressing his lips firmer to hers, his tongue licking along her lower lip and demanding entrance. She finally parted her lips, and he plunged greedily inside, tangling his tongue with hers.
Her hands fell slack against his chest as he pressed himself closer to her, kissing her hard and deep. He finally pulled back just enough to whisper to her lips, "Bella, please. I want you. You're all I think about. I don't know what the fuck that means. Just please don't leave."
Before she could respond, he kissed her again, this time meeting no resistance as her mouth instinctively opened to him. The heady scent of his soap was overwhelming to her, and she felt herself slowly succumbing to his advances. But before she could completely melt, she pulled away breathlessly and turned her head so his lips landed on her cheek.
"Jake," she whispered as she tried to control her erratic breathing. But he didn't hear her; he just kept kissing every inch of skin he could, trailing his wet lips across her jawline and down the slope of her neck.
"Jake," she tried again more forcefully.
"Hmmm?" he answered, completely lost in the feel and smell of her.
"Stop."
He pulled back suddenly, ceasing his movements and locking eyes with her. He looked worried, and she hurried to reassure him while trying to keep the upper hand. She grabbed both of his hands and removed them from her face, leading them on a trail down her body, over the curve of her hips, and to the swell of her ass. Jake groaned and bit his lip, grabbing two handfuls of her plump backside and then trailing down her skirt and back up underneath it, along the silky skin of her thighs until her reached her completely bare ass.
"Fuck, Bella," he breathed, giving her a firm squeeze.
"Feel that, baby?" she purred as she pressed herself against his naked, still-wet torso.
"Oh, yeah," he moaned, as his long fingers glided over the curve of her ass and wedge between her thighs. He moved his index finger and slowly stroked up her slit and then back down, just barely letting the tip dip into her warm wetness. "Damn, Bella. You're so fucking wet."
She bit her lip hard, tasting blood as she tried to hold back a moan. It took every ounce of strength and will power she had to step back and move away from him. She leaned up and kissed him sweetly on the corner of his mouth and then walked away, opening the door before turning back.
"Come find me when I'm the only one you want." She smirked and then walked out, leaving him, once again, shocked and alone with a painfully hard dick.