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Chapter 5 - Bewilderment
April 19, 2013
4:15 PM EDT
Boston, MA
"I said no talking, Cookie." I remind her. My words come out harshly against her neck. "Don't even make a sound."
She arches her back and rubs her ass against my straining erection in response, begging me for some kind of friction. Her eyes plead as she watches my hand sink lower and lower down her body until it disappears into the front of her shorts. A shudder rips through her body as I press roughly against her pussy.
"Just watch."
The room is fairly dark around us. The sunlight is barely filtering in through the partially closed blinds. The only sounds heard are the choppy pants from Bella's parted lips and the scrapping of my fingers against her panties as I rub her slit furiously. I watch her in the reflection as she looks back at me from beneath her lashes. The slightest circle of her hips causes her to slip, whispering a quiet 'fuck'. I remember the filthy words that made her so wet in the first place and smile as place my lips against her ear.
"You like to watch, don't you Bella?" I ask and immediately feel her body stiffen. "Does that make this hotter? Hmm?" I taunt while pushing two fingers inside of her as far as they will go. "Do you like to watch me finger fuck that pretty little pussy of yours?" I feel her walls clench as I pull in and out slowly with long exaggerated strokes. "Or is it the dirty words that are gettin' you hot?"
A soft, traitorous mewl escapes her throat before she can suck in her lips. She's struggling not to react to my words and failing miserably. I've almost got her right where I want her which is panting and pleading beneath me, taking all I have to give and begging me for more. She's rolling her hips, tryin' to get me to work that clit. But I won't. Not until she asks. Reaching across her body, I cup her other tit and tweak and turn her peak. Her hands are flattening and clenching into fists against the door as that careful control slips further away.
"Tell me what you want, Cookie." I murmur against her shoulder before pressing long open mouth kisses across her collarbone, and watching for her reaction.
"Oh God…" she whines when I finally press two fingers where she wants me the most.
"You want me to make you feel good?"
She nods fervently, and pushes her chest further into my hand and her ass and lower back into my dick.
"Then ya gotta tell me what'cha want." I pinch and tug at her nipple, trying to get a reaction out of her. "Just say the words."
"Inside me." She breathes quietly before quickly clearing her throat. "I want you inside of me." She annunciates with more confidence, clearly and slowly.
I smile out the side of my mouth, clearly victorious. I can't stop myself from teasing her just once more.
"Where do ya want me inside of you? Huh? You want me here?" I ask circling my fingers inside of her and pumping them deeply. "Or how about here?" I suggest removing my fingers from her and rubbing them over her lips. "Which one?"
This girl. She doesn't miss a fuckin' beat, turnin' the tables on me instantly just when I thought I was runnin' this show.
"Both."
"Both, huh?" I say with a small chuckle as I untie the robe and let it drop to the floor. "You got it, sweethaht. Where are the condoms?"
She jerks her chin at the nightstand near her bed. And just as I turn to go grab one, I have a thought. I take one of her hands from the wall and drag it down her body to replace mine in her panties.
"Keep workin' that for me." I tell her as I walk away.
I pull open her nightstand drawer, and the first thing I see are a couple of vibrators. I feel the perve and sick fuck in me do a two-handed high five followed up by a mid-air chest bump. My horny high quickly dies though when I see a triathlon ribbon, reminding me she used to be with Mr. Universe.
I grab a condom and decide a little pep talk is in order as I shut the drawer. Her eyes are on mine from across the room in the reflection of her mirror. One hand holding herself up and one hand working herself over. She's doing that for me. She wants me. It's mine for the taking. And what I lack in cock abs, I will make up for in pure, fucking crazy.
I sit on the bed with my back against the headboard and watch her watching me. Stroking myself every now and again, needing to relieve the ache.
"Come here, Cookie."
And she does. She walks right over, standing at the foot of the bed and starts stripping off her clothes. The smile on her face is knowing and smug as she climbs on the bed, crawling between my legs on all fours and then she… stops. Leaning forward I go to kiss her, but she quickly lowers her head to kiss me somewhere else.
I grunt loudly as she wraps her lips around my cock and runs her tongue over the head. She eyes me, obviously enjoying my reaction as she takes more and more of me in. Rubbing small circles on my thighs, she catches me off guard again when she reaches around and pulls me further into her mouth. I don't even think I do it consciously, but the next thing I know my hands are on the back of her head and in her hair, setting a quick pace for her. And I watch. I watch as she takes me into her warm mouth over and over. Humming and running her teeth every now and again.
Now as much as the thought of blowing my load in her mouth excites me, the thought of her thrashing and moaning in pleasure beneath me is far more appealing.
"Come here." I tell her pulling her off me.
She kisses me full on the lips, and the kiss is so hot I choose to forget she just had my dick in her mouth. We're a hot mess of hands pulling on hair and tongues and teeth. We're each pushing against the other, desperate to take control.
"Lie down." I growl against her cheek and soften it with a peck to her lips.
"No," she challenges with a whisper and presses her mouth to mine again.
Of course she won't. Looks like I'm going to have to handle this a little differently I think to myself as I flip her over onto her back.
"That's bett-ah," I say as I tear open the condom. "Now stay put."
She leans up on her elbows, watching me intently and positioning herself. She's scooting higher and higher on the bed and spreads her legs. She looks fucking gorgeous with her hair and eyes wild, biting that lip of hers. There's just one thing that will make it perfect. I grab her hands and wrap them around the headboard slats.
"Hang on, Cookie." I warn her against her lips and place myself at her entrance.
She whimpers softly, rocking against me. And then I am inside of her as deep as I can go and her legs are around my waist pulling me in further. Arching her back and rolling her hips, she gives as good as she gets meeting me thrust for thrust.
Gripping her hips I steady her, pounding relentlessly while I mutter crazy things into her neck about how good her pussy feels and questionable compliments on how well she takes my cock. For a second, I worry that she's going to be disgusted by the perverted shit I am spewing right now, but her breathy string of muttered obscenities say otherwise. The next thing I know her hands are off the slats and firmly clenching my ass cheeks.
"Unggh, harder!" She pleads with her eyes closed and head thrown back. "Please. Just…" she starts before clawing at my backside and grinding beneath me. "Fuck me!"
I don't even think she has the 'me' completely out of her mouth before I have her ankles resting on my shoulders and her hands gathered in mine above her head.
"Fuuuckkkk!" I groan as I plunge deep inside of her.
We're both watching as I disappear into her over and over again. Driving forcefully, our skin slaps loudly with each powerful thrust. My grip on her hands tightens with each movement, holding her steady beneath me.
"Almost," she pants, her eyes meeting mine.
I feel her entire body tense before she begins to tremble slightly. I know I only have about three thrusts left in me, so I need to make them count. I lock my mouth on hers, savoring and silencing her screams. I fight the urge to close my eyes because I want to see her. I want to see every shiver, every shake, every single ounce of pleasure that I give her. Her body locks as her walls squeeze my cock, and that's all it takes to blow my ever lovin' mind. She kisses me deeply as we both start to come down, extending the high and heightening the connection we feel. Or I feel. When I collapse onto the bed, I pull her tightly to me, still craving her closeness.
"That was…" she starts but doesn't complete her thought aloud.
"Fuckin' incredible." I finish for her, needing her to know that I've never experienced anything like that. Ever.
She shakes her head against my chest, I can feel her smiling. "You say that to all the girls."
I huff and put my arms behind my head. I really try not to be insulted by her remark. I do. And I try to keep my mouth shut and blow it off when she notices my change in demeanor. But I can't.
"Lemme ask you somethin'," I say, staring at the ceiling not wanting to meet her eyes for the first time since the first moment I met her.
"Shoot."
"You seem to be operatin' under the assumption that I am big on hittin' it and quittin' it."
"That's not a question."
"Fine. Do you? Ya know, think that… about me?"
She props her head on her elbow and her brow is furrowed as she studies me closely. Here I am expecting her to ease my mind and tell me 'no, no, no'. Instead she just shrugs which might as well be code for 'yes, I think you'd stick your dick in just about anything with a pulse'.
"Well why?"
"Why what?"
"Why do you think that?"
"Rose said you don't date."
"And." I say a bit curtly because I knew Rose was behind this.
"And then Vicky kind-of mentioned that you said you 'don't do relationships'," she clarifies with air quotes and it all makes sense.
"Ah Vicky," I say as I shake my head and smirk when I think about Rose's last attempt at setting me up. "I did say that to her. She's not lying." I can't gauge her reaction so I explain. "Rose set me up on a date with her a few years ago when they first started working together. It was brutal. I mean, like she is one shit fit away from an episode of Snapped."
I feel extremely relieved when she nods knowingly, but I feel the need to let her know the level of crazy that Vicky is capable of.
"Like the day after our very awkward date, she showed up at the station with food, asking me what the guys like to eat and talking about free weekends to visit the Cape. Just fuckin' looney tunes." I explain hoping that she'll understand. "So I told her that she was a nice girl, but I don't do relationships. I know I look like a dick for not being honest, but if I said 'sorry Vick, but you're a fruitcake' she'd make a skin suit out of me."
Bella bursts into laughter and mocks my pain with her best Buffalo Bill impersonation. "It puts the lotion on its body."
As happy as I am that she knows the truth, I want to make sure she believes it.
"I'm not like that. I promise." I say quietly.
She nods and snuggles into my side. We talk about everything and nothing. We exchange family stories, and I learn that the Chief is on equal footing with my mother in the meddling department. She tells me all about her travels and all the places she has been and things she has yet to see.
"Do you like to travel?" She asks.
"I'd like to."
"You haven't."
"I mean, here and there. I've hit all the hot spots in the US, but nothing abroad unless you count a day on the Canadian side of Niagara Falls."
"Well, why don't you?" She asks seriously.
"I have no idea," I answer honestly, wondering what holds me back. "I mean there are a lot of things I want to do and see, crazy things I want to experience like Amazing Race style. I guess I've never been one to get up and go for it, you know." She nods with an odd expression on her face and I hope she doesn't think I'm a lazy bum so I try to recover. "But I'd like to be someone like that."
We talk at length about Rose and Em and their struggle to get pregnant. After years of trying, they are going to see a fertility specialist next week. Rose has an excellent poker face, but it guts me to watch my best friend's heart break month after month. The conversation hits a lull on that sad note and before long I feel her relax into me once more for another lazy nap.
When I wake I notice she's no longer right next to me, but at the foot of the bed wearing my robe. I mean her robe. I am not sure how long we slept, but it must have been a while since my clothes are dry and folded neatly on her dresser.
"I'm sorry if I woke you, I had to let out Jake," she says quietly, slipping off the robe and climbing back into bed.
"Did the old man from 'Up' stare you down too?"
She snorts. "You must be talking about Mrs. Newton. And of course she did."
"No fuckin' way. That's a woman?" I say in shock watching her double over in a fit of giggles.
"So are you like a big Disney fan? Most guys wouldn't reference the old man from 'Up' in normal conversation."
"Most guys wouldn't, but Uncle Edward would. I take my sister's kids overnight a few times a month just to give her a break. I know all the Disney movies and their running times. And I'll have you know that 'Up' is 86 minutes of awesome and silence."
She listens and laughs as I tell her about my misadventures in babysitting like the time that Liam was 3 years-old and brought me his poop to show me he actually went potty. And then I tell her about the time my old neighbor was having a yard sale, and I told Connor it was just a bunch of junk.
"I turn around for one minute and the next thing I know he's over talking to the neighbor who's handing him this ratty ass stuffed animal. When I go to grab it and give it back, Connor yells for me to 'Quit touching his junk'. It was fuckin' mortifying."
We laugh for a bit, and I tell her a few more stories before I notice that it's almost 6:00 pm. It dawns on me that it's getting late and we're still on lockdown and for the first time, I worry that this guy is already long gone.
"Any news on the suspect?"
"I haven't looked," she says with a shrug and tosses me my shirt. "Get dressed. I'm going to start dinner."
"What? You don't like me walkin' around in a short pink robe, tea-baggin' all your furniture every time I sit down?"
She snickers and rolls her eyes and throws my pants and boxers. "Cover 'em up!"
"What do you want to eat?" She asks as she stands in front of the fridge, running her finger along her bottom lip.
"Whatever. I can cook if you want." I offer but inside I am chanting 'please say no, please say no' over and over.
"No way, you're a guest," she says as she opens the freezer.
We decide on a frozen pizza, and I am secretly thrilled that it isn't one of those three cheese jobs. It's a bit too soon to have the lactose discussion. I talk her into eating on the couch so we can watch the lockdown coverage. When we sit down to eat, her legs immediately move to my lap and Jake jumps up to lie there as well with his head resting on Bella's ankle.
We watch in comfortable silence as the governor lifts the lockdown ban while warning that the suspect is still at large. I look to gauge Bella's reaction to this news, but she just continues to stare at the screen expressionless. The silence grows awkward at this new development or at least it does for me. Technically we are no longer on lockdown. Do I leave? Will I look like a pussy if I stay because the suspect is still at large?
"Lockdown is over, Jake," she says patting him on his head before looking at me with a sad smile. "Edward probably wants to get home."
I can't read her. Is that an out for me so I don't give her the old 'last night was beautiful' speech? Or is that her subtle way of saying 'get the fuck out creeper'?
"Uh, yeah. I can get out of your hair if you want." I say gathering up my napkin and water bottle to take to the kitchen.
"Oh no. I didn't mean it like that. I just thought that you, uh, you know," she stutters a bit as she back-peddles and wrings her hands nervously. "You may have somewhere to be or things you wanted to get done today or something like that." She shakes her head and places her hand on my arm. "You are more than welcome to stick around if you want. I mean the guy is still at large. It's not really safe out there."
Her voice is so reassuring and sincere that I know she wants me here. So I'll stay, because I know without a doubt that I want to be here – with her.
"I'll stay for a bit." I tell her quietly.
"Good," she says sounding relieved. "I mean I can totally drive you home when you want because getting a cab will be a pain in the ass and the buses will be so full that they'll smell like swass and…"
I cut her off with a kiss because for the first time I can tell that this attraction may not be one-sided or strictly physical or just a one-night thing.
She leans into me, deepening the kiss when I feel Jake make off with my piece of pizza. It's a small price to pay for this. We kiss for awhile and then spend the next couple of hours going through her photo albums. I act like it's the first time I am seeing the pictures, and I can feel Jake looking at me like little Arnold Drummond asking 'wha'chu talkin' about Willis'. She tells the stories behind each picture and her experiences are far better than I imagined.
"You want anything to drink?" She yells from the kitchen when I see Jake prancing around needing to go out again.
"No, I'm good. I'll be right back. I'm going to take Jake out."
He runs out to do his business when I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket.
"Hello."
"Hey."
"Hey Rose."
"You home yet?"
"Nope."
"Still at Bella's?"
"Yeah."
"You like her, huh?"
"Yeah."
And it's true. I do.
"She'll be good for you," she says like she knew it all along. "But you gotta take her out on a real date. A nice dinner, maybe to a club." She starts in on me just like my mother would. "Or you can take her to play paintball. Ya gonna lose though because she's got great aim, and she's wicked smaht with strategy."
I laugh because that doesn't surprise me at all.
"True story," she continues excitedly. "We went to play paintball with our coworkers. It was some kind of team building activity or something. Anyway, she came out of nowhere on Vicky and lit her up Scarface style. Vicky was all cryin' and shit. It was crazy funny."
"Paintball, huh? I'll keep that in mind." I tell her as I motion for Jake to come inside. "I gotta get back inside, I'll call ya tomorrow."
When Jake and I walk in, I see Bella standing near the TV watching and listening intently.
"What's goin' on?"
"They got him!" she says relieved. "They finally got him."
We watch the coverage until we see the suspect being driven away. My mind is racing with so many conflicting thoughts and emotions. I feel comforted by the fact that he is in custody and no longer able to wreak havoc on our city. At the same time, I am heartbroken for those families and people who were affected. While his capture may bring some initial relief, it still changes nothing for them. It's hard to see a silver lining in situations like these.
"Ready to do the walk of shame?" she jokes as she puts her hoodie on over her tank top.
"There nothin' shameful about this. But yeah, let's head out."
I stuff myself into her mini-cooper while she straps Jake into his car seat. It takes everything in me not to bust up laughing at her with how crazy she is over this dog. The drive back to my place is pretty quiet.
"Sooo…" she starts, staring intently at her odometer.
"So, do you wanna maybe go out to dinner with me tomorrow night?"
Her smile is instantaneous and huge. "I'd like that."
We exchange numbers, and I tell her that I will pick her up tomorrow at 7:00 PM. Jake gives me paw, and Cookie gives me one hell of a kiss before we finally say our goodnights.
I watch her drive off until I can no longer see her tail lights, and for the first time in a long time I feel hopeful and excited about something. Who knows if Bella and I will go the distance. Hell, who knows if we'll even make it out the gate. But in light of the recent events, I know that tomorrow isn't promised, so I need to start living for today and putting myself out there more. And there is no time like the present so I shoot a quick text to Bella.
Looking forward to tomorrow with you. Sweet dreams, Cookie.
A/N: So initially I fully intended to end it right here. As a matter of fact, up until two days ago I planned to mark this complete today. But then I started thinking about it and I thought – why not – let's do an epi just to see if these two crazy kids make a go of it – yes?
Alright dolls, let's let it WIP…
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