A/N: These chapters have been re-beta'd. Thanks to adt216 and lambcullen.
Chapter 10
"I breathe and I drown in the circle of fire
the glow of the flames
And I embrace the demon-desire
the glow of the flames in my eyes"
-'The Glow of the Flame,' Poisonblack
B.
Albuquerque, New Mexico wasn't as hot as Phoenix had been, but it was still hotter than what I was used to. Luckily, I was inside the air-conditioned club in one of the smallest and dullest rooms I had ever been in, with its white walls and drab gray indoor/outdoor carpet. When Carlisle had seen how small the room was, he told me no massages past thirty minutes. He didn't want me cramped in the room for long periods of time without a break, but I could have massaged the entire band, crew and club employees.
Cullen had let me snort a small amount of coke after he had done his five lines. At first, I was apprehensive, but Cullen advised me to inhale slowly since I wasn't used to having anything up my nose. I expected a burning sensation in my nose and sinus cavity, but nothing like that happened. After about fifteen minutes had lapsed, an amazing euphoric feeling washed over me. A broad, toothy smile broke out over my face and I couldn't keep it off. I turned to Cullen and saw he had the same smile plastered on his face.
I felt good, happy, and giggly. And all I wanted to do was talk, to everyone about anything. Cullen and I walked back to the lounge, and the first thing I noticed was that everyone was happy and carrying on various conversations. Alice saw us walk in and squealed with enthusiasm as she jumped up and ran over to me. We caught each other in a firm embrace and squeezed. She said we were only thirty minutes from Albuquerque and it was only ten in the morning. Alice was beyond excited for our shopping adventure, as I was too. A movement caught the corner of my eye and my curiosity, so I looked around Alice and saw Emmett jumping around like he was on a pogo stick. He gazed over at me and I started laughing.
"Bellsie, Wellsie, Swellsie, Dwellsie, Tellsie, Mellsie," he rhymed off nonsense that matched my name with each jump.
"Emmett, what are you doing?" I rambled out.
My head was going up and down, following him, fascinated.
"I just had the urge to use your name for rhyming. Wow, I could jump forever."
Obviously, they had done coke as well. We were all extremely happy and hyper.
Even now, after just massaging Emmett for thirty minutes, I felt as if I had drunk fifty Mountain Dews. During each massage, the person and I were having incessant conversations that jumped from one topic to another. No topic was addressed more than once. In the back of my mind, I knew I shouldn't have been massaging anyone, but in that moment, I just didn't care. I wanted everyone to feel good because I felt good.
Cullen was my next appointment and I hadn't massaged him since Portland. I had fifteen minutes to breathe and relax in the soft glow of the candle that served as the only light in the small room. I wasn't tired from all of the massages, my energy was actually fine. The thought of him arriving soon made me overwhelmingly happy as I felt my heart rate speed up even faster than it already was.
I knew I would throw my arms around him once he walked in the room. He was going to be my sixth and last appointment that afternoon. I could have kept going, but Alice had the rest of our afternoon planned for the shopping trip. At the thought of shopping, I started bouncing from foot to foot.
Lost in my happy foot hopping, I didn't noticed that Cullen had walked in. As I turned around in my hopping, I saw him leaning the left side of his body against the door with a wide grin on his face. Not expecting to find him behind me, my hands flew to my mouth, muffling a small scream. My hopping stopped as I backed up in shock but recovered quickly once my brain realized it was Cullen. And just as I had predicted…I threw myself on him, wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him as hard as I could.
Momentarily baffled, Cullen immediately followed my gesture and wrapped his arms around my lower back, hugging me tightly to match my intensity. His nose nuzzled the underside of my hair and I heard him breathe in, and moan low in his throat. I knew the vanilla plum shampoo and conditioner by Back to Basics was driving him slightly mad. If I could have purred like a cat, I would have, to show my elation.
My fingers found the nape of his neck. The skin was soft and pliant under my touch. I let my fingers find their way through the soft curls that formed there, his skin forming goose bumps as my fingers began to rake, comb, and tug his copper strands. I felt him shiver under my touch and heard his breath catch. A small innocent smile played upon my lips as they lightly brushed the junction of his neck and earlobe.
Cullen's hands balled into fists, clenching the hem of my shirt, tightening the front of it against my abdomen. His arms pressed harder into my ribs, making me whimper at the minor discomfort. His lips were just at the boundary of my left earlobe, and his slow ragged breathing was easing its way down my neck, making my skin feel warmer, making me feel warmer.
A sliver of wetness coasted down the edge of my left earlobe, briefly stopping at the tender point underneath the ear, and then painstakingly slow, Cullen slid the tip of his tongue down my neck. His embrace was tighter now, almost crushing me into his torso. My hands were still embedded at the nape of his neck, and I was trying to keep my nails from drawing blood. His unhurried descent of my neck was starting to unhinge every drop of my self-control. The hot air he was breathing drove the frenzy of the pulsating need that was brewing deep inside.
Parts of me wanted him to take as long as he desired, but the other parts wanted him to throw me down anywhere and have his way with me instantly. His lips replaced his tongue, lightly sucking my skin with each kiss that was just as slow as his tongue had been. I felt one hand press firmly into my sacrum, rubbing my belly against his erection. The other hand buried underneath my hair, pulling it off my neck. His fingers gripped at the root and slowly applied force, causing a moan to escape my lips.
Cullen whispered words that I couldn't make out against my collarbone as his lips felt like feathers gliding across. Our bodies bowed over from our embrace as he leaned down, making me arch back. We melded at every possible point. He slowly moved over to the right side as he pulled my hair, stretching my neck out in a long, graceful line.
The slits of my eyes saw the flicker of the candle flame dance like an indigenous tribe around a fire calling on their god for a blessing. A sudden sharp pressure jolted me from my trance, causing a groan to slip from my lips. His teeth nipped carefully at the tender skin of my awkwardly tattooing pulse.
Cullen's hand left my hair and journeyed like molasses down my back, meeting his other hand, and clasping together to form a hold so he could pick me up by my ass. His arms pressed into my thighs, signaling for me to wrap them around his hips. He helped support me by leaning us against the closed door. Once my legs were locked onto his hips, my eyes were level with his. The normally grass green were now a deep emerald with a shade of malachite around the pupils, a green fire hell bent on scorching every fiber of my being.
He barely parted his lips. He licked them slightly as his eyes roamed languidly over my face. His breathing had evened out, even though mine was still catching. He raised his left hand up to my face and brushed the stray strand of hair from my eyes, placing it behind my left ear. A smile played at the corners of his mouth, but vanished as quickly as it had appeared.
His eyes trailed to my lips and then back up to my eyes. He moved slowly to close the diminutive space that separated us, briefly pausing to crack a crooked smile. Lust and need consumed me, and when his lips touched mine, it was as if the fires of hell made me combust. I felt his tongue as it slowly drew over my bottom lip. I let him enter there, tasting, teasing him with my own tongue, the heat drawing up from the depths of my body and flaring out over my face.
A need, a want so raw surged into my mind, provoking my mouth to conquer his, as my fingers tight-fisted deeper into his hair, issuing a groan into my mouth. His vigor equaled mine. Cullen pressed my body harder into the door as I kept my legs wrapped around him. His hands were underneath my hair, drawing it away from my neck, clenched snugly in his fists. Our breathing was harsh, making us gasp between kisses. He pulled away with heavy lidded eyes of bottomless emerald water and perfectly red, swollen, full lips.
"Bella, slow down. There's no other place we have to be," Cullen whispered as he leaned back in towards my mouth, his lips feather light, as they brushed against mine.
"Cullen, I have my shopping date with Alice," I replied huskily.
He pulled back again; his brows pinched in deep lines as he searched my face with watery eyes to see if I had an expression that would offer him a different answer than the one given. I brought my left hand to his forehead, placed my thumb at the creases, and began slowly smoothing the lines away, as my fingers played with the wisps of hair at the hairline. He still looked at me as if what I said had hurt him.
"What is it?" I asked softly.
Cullen looked away, cleared his throat, and looked back at me.
"You would rush through this so you could spend time with Alice rather than us taking our time to enjoy each other in the bit of alone time that we've been given?" he asked as he swallowed and lowered his head.
I was taken aback by his reaction and words. Words were escaping me and the longer my silence passed by, the deeper the pain in his eyes became. I had to say something, so I uttered what came to mind.
"I didn't know you wanted this to be…special. I thought…I don't know what I was thinking, honestly," I quietly said.
Cullen looked at me, as tears were just about to brim over and smiled his crooked smile that I was starting to look for.
"Bella, like I said earlier, in the short amount of time you have been with us, you've become…important," he exhaled a sharp breath before continuing, "We…I…care for you. And after what I did to you, and with us not remembering the last time we…had sex. I just…I just thought we could take this time that was allotted for my massage and make it special for us. Thought we could take our time, enjoy one another and this time…this time, we remember it," he spoke with a soft honesty as he stared into my eyes with deep yearning.
I was lost in his words. They were echoing and drifting through my mind, like a sigh on a breeze. Something warm was streaming down each cheek and pooling on my lips, stinging a bit from being kissed raw. I focused my eyes back on Cullen's face, noticing his thumbs in the periphery carefully wiping away tears. A simple smile hovered above my lips, slowly, faintly brushing the line of my bottom lip. All the urgency, all of the hurried need vanished, succumbed to. I was waving my white flag, giving in to desired exploration.
My eyes closed, my body sighed with relief from tension I didn't know I had been holding, and I relinquished control over to him. Cullen became aware of my submission and lined my lips with his tongue, silently ordering my mouth to part. He went about claiming his territory as his tongue filled my mouth, starting a slow dance with mine.
Both of his hands left my face, traveled down the side of my body, taking note of the side swells of my breasts as he pushed further down the concaveness of my waist, giving a light squeeze on the curve of my slender hips before grouping back together underneath the roundness of my ass. I tightened my grip on my legs and my hold around his neck deepened as I sensed Cullen was getting ready to move us.
My senses were right. Deep in our slow burning, needful kiss, he lifted my body away from the door and walked us over to the massage table. I was grateful in that moment that my table held up to five hundred pounds. There wasn't much room, but we weren't giant people, so we had enough space as he gently laid me down first while his left arm never wavered from my back. Cullen splayed out his left hand for support, pulled up his left leg, and pressed his weight down on the table to lift himself on top of me, making sure he didn't add all of his weight onto my small frame.
So that he had enough space, I wiggled around to my left, hoping I didn't move too far over that I would fall off. Cullen laid his right hand on my abdomen; I looked up from glancing over the table and saw him shaking his head.
"What?" I idly asked.
He smiled coyly, raked his hand through his hair, replaced it back on my stomach, and shook his head.
"You didn't have to move over. I was fine with where you were. Besides, I'm going to be on top of you soon," Cullen smoothly crooned into my right ear.
He had moved his hand from my belly, up between my breasts, then to the left side of my neck before finding a home underneath my hair with his thumb pleasingly stroking my left cheek.
I slowly smiled as I took my bottom lip in, pulling at the supple skin with my teeth. His face was buried in the right side of my neck, kissing, licking, and nipping from behind my ear, down my neck and back up to my jaw. Music, I had forgotten about, filled in the comfortable silence. Sultry, sexy, and full of rhythm, acid jazz played in the background of the candle-illuminated room. And I now found myself entangled in the arms and legs of the man above me.
Once again, I was losing moments of time, unaware of when things had changed. He consumed me. Cullen was above me except for an arm or a leg. His left arm was pillowed under my head, giving me support as his other arm rested on my chest with his fingers placed upon my neck, his thumb subtly planted on my left cheek. Time held no importance to me; I couldn't care less what time it was or what else was planned for that day. All that mattered was…this man- his lips, his hands, and what other parts of his body would do to mine.
Our tongues caressed one another, I moaned deeply and Cullen pressed his hips into my groin area. He was hard…and he wanted me. I deepened the kiss as my left hand slid up to his hair and the other slid lower and rested on the curve of his hip, squeezing lightly. That elicited a groan from his throat and he secured a deeper hold on my body.
He parted from the kiss and pressed his forehead to mine, closing his eyes. His breathing was strong and even. The right hand moved from my face and rested open palmed over my heart. My lips were swollen, barely parted. I closed my eyes and waited for his lead. My heart was already racing from the cocaine earlier, but was faster still from the exhilaration of being with him.
"Your little heart feels like a hummingbird's wings. I am almost at a loss for words because of the way your heart beats like it does for me. I…I want you," Cullen whispered before swallowing harshly.
Our eyes met as I opened mine. Whatever he saw in them, made him kiss me with an urgency that was slow, hard and deep.
When we pulled away, we both gasped for air and Cullen lifted his head, looking down at me. His eyes drifted from my face and wandered down to my chest. Since his right hand was on my heart, he thumbed the single buttoned that was fastened and looked back up to me, as if asking for permission that he didn't need. I nodded with minuscule movement. Cullen smiled crookedly and devilishly narrowed his eyes.
Once the little, clear button was undone on my pale pink polo shirt, Cullen slithered his hand through the opening, his palm and fingers scorching my flesh. He widened the collar by flexing his fingers and hand, exposing the skin of my chest, and grabbed the lapel, moving it to the left. The swell of my left breast rose above the stretched fabric, drawing a hiss from his teeth as he caught sight of it.
Scalloped eyelet lace trimming of my baby pink bra framed my swelled breast, giving it an innocence that seemed to turn him on. He traced the edging scallop by scallop until he reached the limit of my shirt. Frustration lined his face as his mouth was set in a tight line making his full lips disappear and his eyebrows pinched in the middle of his forehead.
I smirked as I removed my hands from his body and placed them on the hem of my shirt. Cullen saw what I wanted to do and maneuvered around to sit up on his knees so I could have room to pull off my shirt. He didn't give me time to situate myself before his hands reached out for the hem. I looked up at him and almost glared but decided it wasn't the best idea when I saw his eyes. He was daring me to tell him to stop when he knew that was the last thing I wanted. I lowered my face and looked back up through my lashes, raising the right corner of my lips in a playful smile.
I raised my arms in the air, and for some reason, held my breath. His fingers balled the hem of my shirt and pulled up. Purposely, he skimmed the velvety skin of my stomach and waist, spreading goose bumps like wildfire, and sending chills up my spine that made me quake under his touch. The reaction brought about a devilish, seductive smile from Cullen.
The shirt landed with a soft humph on the floor, leaving my upper body mostly naked except for my baby pink and eyelet lace bra. Demurely, I looked down, licking my bottom lip, and stared down at the plane of bare skin of my soft belly. I was small, but soft with feminine curves in the right places, no hard muscles, or protruding ribs.
"Look at me, Bella," he softly commanded.
When my eyes traveled back to his face, his expression was soft with lips slightly parted, eyelids lowered a bit, and facial muscles relaxed. The candlelight danced along my body, the dimmed luminance offering more effeminacy. I silently sighed and welcomed his visual appreciation.
As he sat back on his heel, Cullen rested his hands on the tops of his thighs. He was still gazing at me and his eyes had widened as I was leaning back, putting my weight on my hands that were set behind me. In this position, my breasts were raised higher in the air. My breasts were soft, real, not large but enough to fill a man's hand. He lifted his right hand from his thigh and slowly moved towards me, never hesitating in his movement.
Heat flared above my heart on my skin when he placed his palm just above my left breast as his thumb grazed the edge of the lace. I sucked in a hard intake of air and raggedly, slowly blew it out. I looked down at his hand, up his arm and made my way further up.
It was at this moment that I finally noticed what he was wearing. The same jeans as before that were still hanging low on his hips, a form fitting black tank top that showed off his muscular chest and arms, and his black Docs. Finally, my eyes drifted to Cullen's face and saw a tiny smirk in the corner of his lips. He seemed pleased that I was taking him in and that my breathing kept catching midway.
My gaze remained on him as did his on me. He pressed his thumb into the supple, ample mound of my breast and slid it underneath the lace until the first joint of his thumb was completely covered. Applying just the right amount of pressure, Cullen moved his thumb from side to side, along the width of my breast, testing my reaction to his touch.
Pressure and tightness were building in my pelvic region as I felt my uterine walls clench in joyful agony. My breathing was deep and my eyes were closed as I was buried deep in the intimacy of him working his way slowly down to my pert nipple; my other breast was very anxious to be touched as well.
"Wouldn't it be fairer if you had your shirt off?" I asked in a rasping tone, sounding a bit like Demi Moore.
"Would you like me to take my shirt off?" Cullen playfully murmured.
A smile teased at the corner of my mouth as I spoke, "I wouldn't have asked if I didn't."
Cullen licked his lips, removed his right hand from my breast, balled the hem of his tank, and pulled it off. I wasn't sure where it landed but didn't really give a fuck because before me sat perfect alabaster flesh which stretched across etched and defined muscles, as if someone had taken a scalpel to soft white chocolate and carved perfection.
There were fading bruises all along both of his arms and I wondered what they were from. They were the only blemishes marring his skin; everywhere else was perfect. My stare roamed down to the thin line of coppery hair that sank below the waist of his jeans, and I moaned softly in my throat and bit the inside of my left cheek. I wanted to see more and I was sure he wanted the same.
I was going to take the initiative this time. I pushed up with my hands and sat up straight. After sitting up, I saw his hard-on in the front of his jeans. They were strained to their limit. My mouth started watering and I had to swallow the extra saliva or I would have drooled. I placed my hands in front of me, between my parted thighs, and measured his actions. He wasn't moving, only staring at me, waiting to see what I was going to do.
Scooting on my ass, I moved forward, closer to him. The heat from his body was rolling off in tsunami like waves, igniting a blaze of fire up my body. I was close enough to place both of my legs on either side of him, setting him between my thighs. He was still sitting back on his heels and his hands moved to the sides of my thighs, welcoming me into his personal space.
I breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly before reaching over to unbutton his jeans. He sensed my tension and began gently caressing my outer thighs over my shorts, trying to calm me. I took one last, deep breath and exhaled as I reached over, unfastened the metallic button, and began unzipping.
All of my tension disappeared, and I motioned for Cullen to sit up on his knees so I could pull the jeans down over his ass and hips. Showing me he wasn't wearing any underwear, his massive cock taunted me after it sprang free from the confines of the jeans. He had to move his legs around and sit flat on his ass so he could bend over and untie his Docs to remove his jeans.
Once he was fully nude, he sat back on his knees in front of me. I was in awe of his manhood. It curved upwards and tilted slightly to the left. It was perfectly pink and with no protruding veins. The last time I recalled seeing it was during his last massage but the sheets and blankets covered it. Even now, it was obviously massive in size. I was beginning to wonder if it would fit in me, but apparently, it had before, leaving me sore afterward.
His voice broke me from my musing, bringing me back into focus.
"What did you say? I'm sorry," I flustered as my cheeks burned and I was positive they were red.
Cullen softly snickered and sweetly brought his hands back to my thighs.
"There's nothing for you to be embarrassed about. I…like that you were admiring my cock. But, is it really fair that you now have more clothing on than me?" he said with a smile.
I returned the smile and replied, "I guess it's not. What shall we do about that?"
"Hmm, I don't know. I was thinking you could lay back and I would finish undressing you," Cullen answered.
My hands went behind me for stability and I eased back down onto the table. Cullen's hands easily stroked my thighs, and then began moving to the top of my shorts. They weren't the button up kind but had a sliding clasp fastener. He slid the clasp apart and began pulling down the zipper. The front of the shorts opened and exposed a small portion of my baby pink and eyelet laced boy shorts. His fists grabbed the sides of the shorts and the boy shorts together. He patted my hips with his forearms, I raised my ass up so he could slide both down to my feet, and then made quick work of removing my socks and shoes.
I unclasped my bra and threw it in the general direction of the other clothes. We were completely naked with nothing to hide. Cullen's hands were moving up and down my legs with a slow pass over my inner thighs as his thumbs skimmed over the bare skin. I gasped and whimpered each time his thumbs passed over, making my back arch as I bit my bottom lip. Thoughts of the Red Sea raced through my mind and I separated my legs wider, giving Cullen better access.
He looked up at me and I gave him a knowing smile while moving my hand lower. He followed my hand, his eyes widening when he saw that I parted my moist lips, slowly, softly massaging the sides before retreating up to my clit. The tip of my middle finger started moving slowly in circles, causing ecstatic sensations to radiate through my body. My rib cage was shuddering from my ragged breathing. Low mewling rolled up my throat. I knew I was going to come soon, but he stopped me before I released.
"Stop, please. I want to be the one who brings you to orgasm," his voice croaked.
He pushed my hand away lightly, leaving me aching for release. I gazed down the length of my body and saw I was swollen between my legs, entirely turned on. Movement at the end of the table drew my eyes up and saw Cullen kneeling at the end. He had gotten off the table and was now facing me at the end of the table.
"Move down towards me until your ass touches my chest," Cullen ordered.
I wiggled down until my ass cheeks bumped into his carved alabaster chest. He gripped my knees and pulled my legs apart. His neck was angled close to my right knee where he placed a chaste kiss, closing his eyes as he did. Warm air flowed from his nose and moved down my inner thigh, making the wetness seep out even more. I felt the wet, hot tip of his tongue singe my skin on contact as it moved delicately down the tender skin of my right thigh.
Soon the tongue was replaced with deep suctioning kisses that left a wet trail in their wake. Cullen roamed further towards his destination that was to be conquered. Whether the conquering would be rough or gentle, I was squirming from the anticipation. Or was it from the eagerness of wanting his lips, tongue and fingers in and on my pussy? The needing, the wanting was almost asphyxiating. Breathing was becoming hard to regulate as exquisite sensations pulsed through my nerves, catching in my throat, making me force air in and out.
My cries echoed off the walls once his mouth clamped onto my clit, holding it in the place where he wanted. His arms enclosed around my legs and pulled me in closer to his face, almost smothering his mouth and nose and giving me no wiggle room; I was trapped. His long fingers parted my lips, his tongue flicked out rapidly over the swollen bean, sending shockwaves rocketing throughout my central nervous system.
His full lips encased my clit, sucking easily, and at the same time still flicking his tongue. My sounds were no longer whimpers or moans, but near bellows. He deepened the suction, and captured the bean between his teeth and lightly nibbled on it, making me shriek like a trapped bird. My back arched up off the table, my toes curled under and my head bowed over with my mouth wide-open releasing animalistic sounds.
Cullen slowly moved away from my clit, stroking his tongue along the sides of my lips and grazing my opening. It was a sweet, tortuous prison of rolling waves of orgasms. My skin was pink from the rapid blood flow and my pussy and clit were swollen. His lips were locked over my opening, exploring with his tongue, lining the outside with the tip, which made my legs shake from the unexplainable pleasure that erupted.
"Cullen, please…fuck me," I moaned.
It was becoming too much and he was going to make me ride out another orgasm before giving me his cock. His tongue was deep inside me- curling and lapping. He fucked me senseless using his tongue, pushing in and out forcefully. He pulled my hips into his face, making me scream violently. He was relentless. Cum was pooling on the sheets below, oozing rapidly out of me.
Before I could catch my breath, he moved back to my clit, sucking it between his lips and shoved in two fingers, curling them upwards until he found my spot. With each suck, he pressed his fingers into the soft flesh and slowly picked up a rhythm. My free leg bowed up, digging my heel into the cushion of the massage table. My hands twisted in the sheets at my side as my whole body writhed in sweet agonizing rapture.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, I was able to breathe again. It took a few inhales and exhales before my breathing calmed down. There was a warm fuzzy feeling all over and a soaring high. I closed my eyes and slowed my breathing even more. When I opened them again, Cullen was looming over me. I hadn't felt him climb back onto the table. He was looking at me intently, his green gaze boring holes into me.
"Everything okay?" I mumbled.
He closed his eyes and slowly nodded. His head moved down before he opened his eyes again. I followed his gaze and saw the head of his dick was right at my entrance, barely pressing down.
"Do you have any condoms with you?" I asked softly.
"Yes. It's in my left jean pocket," he answered before going on, "I …want to be with you without wearing one, since you have that…IUD in you. That's if you trust me, Bella."
I slowly sighed, closed my eyes, and nodded. I can't explain why I did, but I did. He breathed a sigh of relief and brought his hand up to my face. I opened my eyes and found him staring deeply at my eyes. Then I felt the head enter my opening, making me gasp at the sensation of being stretched wide, of being filled up. Little whimpers escaped my lips while I kept looking into his eyes. He watched me as he slowly entered me, looking for signs of discomfort and…for a connection that was deepening and that I couldn't explain.
When he couldn't go any further, Cullen didn't pull back, but instead he rested his weight on his elbows and brought his lips to mine. The kiss was chaste, soft and gentle. He looked back into my eyes and started pulling out, but not all the way before going back in. With each push, I met him. We were slow starting off, but with every push and pull, a rhythm was found, and became almost trancelike.
I was lost in the dance of our bodies grinding. Cullen was sitting up on his knees and had cuddled my body in the curve of his right arm, bowing my body. He leaned over and surrounded my right nipple with his mouth. He suckled, making me moan in between mews.
His hips rolled into me, slow, hard, and deep. My legs were lifted to his shoulders, with my feet loosely hanging over until he grabbed them by the ankle and spread my legs out as far as they would go. Everything was open, giving me a perfect view of watching him thrust in and out of me. I watched with fascination until Cullen grouped both legs with one arm and moved his left hand down to my clit. The pad of his thumb slowly circled, eliciting more pleasure than I had felt previously. He grasped my clit with his index finger and thumb, and started rolling it back and forth, causing me to pant harder and for to him thrust harder.
My body was in sensory overload, and there was no escaping it. I was bent in half with my feet now over my shoulder as he pressed down onto me, holding himself up by his arms. I didn't think he could go any deeper, but suddenly he was. Oh god, he was pounding into me so hard, and I was screaming with my head thrown back. The angle was much deeper, and he was going harder than before. I didn't care; I was in sheer ecstasy.
Cullen palmed my breasts, massaged them, and tweaked the nipples. I smiled up at him and he gave one back as he bent down and parted my lips with his tongue. He kissed me deeply while thrusting and rolling his hips. I felt abandoned when he pulled away and sat back up, lowering my legs back onto the table. He pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty. I looked at him with my brows furrowed.
"I want you from behind. Turn around and get down onto all fours with your ass high in the air," he ordered.
I bit my bottom lip and did as I was told. My upper body was completely lying on the table with my lower half up off the table. It felt like a modified downward dog yoga position. I yelped when I felt Cullen's hand strike my ass cheek. He laughed as he nudged his knee between my legs to spread them apart. Every part of what made me female was completely visible to him, and he showed his appreciation by pushing in three of his fingers and curling them upwards to find that certain spot.
When he found my g-spot, I let out a shuddered sigh and ground my hips against his hand. He began pushing his hand as fast and hard as it could go, making me pant and scream like a banshee. I felt liquid coating his fingers as my orgasm erupted. I had lost count of how many he had given me, but he knew exactly what to do, and how to do it. I heard him suck his fingers before he placed his hands on my ass cheeks and buried his fingers into the soft flesh.
I held onto the sides of the massage table when I felt the head penetrate my opening again. I released a loud whimper, which became more frequent as soon as Cullen found his pace. This angle was deeper than the last. His pounding was harder as he held onto my hips, guiding them back and forth. He commanded my body and it took his orders very well. His rhythm had picked up faster and harder, almost bouncing my body off the table. We both sounded like animals in heat.
Cullen gave one last hard and deep thrust and I felt his cock spasm as he came inside me, I followed a second behind him for my last orgasm. Sweat rolled down my back and puddle in the creases of my neck. He had drops of it dripping from his messy hair that made him now look as if he'd been electrocuted. He bent over and placed a small kiss in the middle of my back before pulling out.
After he pulled out, I stretched out on my stomach and closed my eyes. My body felt heavy and I could have fallen asleep.
"B., do you have any towels in your bag for us to dry off with?" he asked softly.
I rolled onto my right side, facing him and nodded. There were actually two, and I needed one desperately in that moment. Remnants of him were beginning to seep out and slide down my inner thighs. It wasn't the most pleasant feeling. Cullen didn't take long to find them in my bag and threw one to me.
After I cleaned myself off, I watched him wipe the sweat off his body and try to make order of his hair, unsuccessfully. I was sure my hair looked like rolled hay, but there was a clip in my bag to pull it back with. Cullen walked over and offered his left hand so I could get up.
The carpet was rough beneath my feet and I stepped on the pile of our clothes that covered the floor from one wall to the other. My bra somehow had ended up hanging from the doorknob and my boy shorts were under the massage table. Cullen was dressed before I was, and as I was pulling my shorts back on, I felt his hands slide from my lower back to my hips, pulling me to him. I fastened the clasp on the shorts and turned around to face him.
I was greeted with a warm smile that reached the corners of his eyes. Cullen lowered his forehead onto mine, nudged my nose with his, and tilted my chin up with his right hand to meet his soft full lips. The kiss was soft, light, and nonsexual. His thumb and index finger joined with the rest of his fingers and moved to cup my jaw. His left hand was on my hip; he pulled me into his chest and moved around to encircle my lower back. My hands were gently gripping his biceps, my thumbs slowly grazing back and forth along the bulging muscle.
His lips deepened the kiss, enticing a moan from within my throat. We remained in the same momentum for a few more minutes before he slowly broke away. I slid my tongue along my bottom lip, savoring the taste that lingered on my lips, and opened up eyes to look at him. He returned the same warm smile as before.
"We better stop before we're naked again," Cullen softly warned.
He picked up my polo shirt and handed it to me. I pulled it over my head and slid my arms through the sleeves. He reached around and pulled my hair out of the collar. I walked over to my bag and pulled out a clip from a side pocket. The haywire mess was pulled back in a messy updo that would have to do for right now. When I turned back around, Cullen was leaning against the massage table.
He looked up at me and patted at the empty space beside him. I walked over and sat sideways facing him, with my leg bent into me. He looked the calmest I'd seen him since I'd been out on tour with them. I gave him a small smile and reached out to stroke the top of his hand. He gathered my hand into his and looked into my eyes.
"Thank you…for letting us have sex with no strings attached. I want us to have fun. As I've said before, I'm not going to make promises that I can't…or won't keep. I don't want you to think that you're just another piece of ass to me. You're not. I meant it when I said that you're important to me."
I looked at him, still stroking his hand, understanding what he meant. I wanted to see where everything would go and I didn't want any expectations, too.
"I understand what you're saying. I want to see where this all goes without any expectations. You're important to me also," I said back while smiling.
Cullen leaned over and kissed my forehead. He took my hand into his and gave it a soft squeeze before walking to the door. I walked behind him and waited as he reached for the knob. He turned around before opening the door and told me to enjoy my afternoon with Alice and he would see him later on that day. I stood on my tiptoes and placed a kiss on his cheek. Cullen turned around, opened the door, and walked out, shutting the door behind him.
As I was beginning to clean up the room, I heard a loud thud against the wall and scuffling outside with loud voices shouting.
"YOU MOTHERFUCKER! YOU STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!"
Something or someone was slammed against the door violently, preventing me from opening it and finding out what was going on.