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Chapter 17

Lips Like Sugar

"Cullen! Can you release your girlfriend so we can start practicing? I'm sure that she'll be available later for . . . whatever," my coach yelled across the gym effectively breaking my trance.

I reluctantly stopped kissing my . . . girlfriend? Not yet. I hadn't asked. I hoped we could now move forward with our relationship. At least now she knew I liked her. A lot.

Bella giggled and turned a vivid shade of crimson. She was grasping on to the front of my shirt and my arms were wrapped tightly around her waist. I never broke eye contact with her. I was entranced by her eyes, lips, neck. Yeah, I was a goner. She peeked up at me shyly through her thick lashes. She licked her bottom lip slowly. If she didn't know the power she had over me before she sure as fuck knew now. I was painfully hard and pressed into her stomach. No girl had ever garnered this type of reaction from me. I had kissed Tanya, ugh. . .but that was like, well, not like this.

"Bella. Walk with me over to the restroom. Slowly." I whispered. I needed to calm down right quick and I really couldn't just walk away without a 'cover.'

"I don't want you to get in trouble. Don't you need to get back to practice?" she queried.

"I, uh have a little problem in case you haven't noticed." I glanced down where we were pressed tightly together.

"Oh!" she gasped with recognition; she then gave me a devilish smirk. "Did I do that? Nice," she wiggled a little against me. I groaned.

"Just nice?" I pressed my arousal into her stomach.

"Very." She wound her fingers in my hair and jutted out her chest so that her breasts were rubbing against me.

"Bella please. Do you want everyone to see I pitched a tent for you?"

"Mmm, Yeah. Kinda?" she murmured in my ear. Jesus, she was going to drive me insane.

"Please baby. You really want all the girls to see what I've got?" I was desperate.

"What do you want me to do to it?" she gasped. Her eyes looked wild and I think a little. . . lustful?

I cupped her face in my hands and leaned in very close as I spoke, "I would love for you to do whatever you like with it, but not right now." She bit her lip and inhaled sharply. Her eyes were glazed and she was breathing erratically. Yep, I did that.

"Cullen! Should I get another captain to take over so you can grope your girl? I think Crowley is feeling better," my coach boomed across the gym. And just like that the 'little' problem is taken care of.

I gave her a quick peck on the lips and said, "This weekend. We're not done talking." I started to walk away.

"Hey Cullen. It's not little," she yelled after me. Glad you noticed baby.

I broke into a full shit-eating grin. "Only you would know, Swan," I called out.

I fucking skipped to the basketball court.

Then I had to run ten laps because the coach was pissed. So worth it. I would have run a hundred.

I met up with Jasper after school near my car. I should have known something was up by his smug look.

"Dude. . . So you got some tongue action, huh?"

"What the fuck, Jasper? How do you know?"

"Dick. Like five people sent that video to me. Pretty hot. Although personally, I would have used a little more hip action in the grinding." He gyrated his hips then dodged the punch I threw. "Wussward. You are the star athlete? This school must be pathetic."

"Fuck off. Seriously, do you think everyone's seen it?" He just laughed.

"Duh. Of course. Your exploits have replaced Newton and Tanya's ho-mance as the hot gossip. But I really don't see the problem."

"I just don't want Bella to be embarrassed."

"You just jumped her in front of a hundred people and you're worried about everyone seeing you guys?" he asked, incredulous. Fuck, I hate it when he's right.

"Can we go? We have a long drive and I still have to pack my shit."

"Wait, this is a really good close up. You can see the saliva." He waved his phone in front of my face.

"How does Alice stand your ass?"

"Trust me. She loves my ass. Literally." He shook it to punctuate his statement. Gross.

"Loves it, huh? What exactly are we talking about? Spankings, taint fingering, strap-ons. . ."

"Deviant. Only you could turn something so pure as our love into something dirty."

"Come on, Assper. I'll pass on the derriere discussion. We still have to pick up your things from your house before we leave for Seattle."

We drove to his house first to pick up his bags for the trip. We didn't have school tomorrow so we were free to go to Seattle tonight. My parents had been there all week helping Emmett and Rosalie with the wedding plans.

"Do you think you packed enough, Fashion Model Ken?" I asked as I crammed his giant suitcase into my trunk. "Fuck, did you pack Alice in there?"

"I wish. And you know my junk is not missing like Ken's, so F-off. Don't hate my superior styling skills. There are a lot of events this weekend. I may need something other than a button up shirt and jeans," he said pointedly, referring my usual choice of clothing.

"I'm going to take some t-shirts, too," I muttered resentfully.

"You're lucky you're so pretty or you'd never get any women."

When we got to my house I decided to let Jasper pack everything. Except for my underwear, because I didn't want him touching those. I relented on the clothing because I wanted to look good and I was still on my 'do the opposite' campaign. Seriously, that shit totally worked. There's video and everything.

"What about this shirt, Ed? The seafoam color will really make your eyes pop." Jasper and I stood in my large walk-in closet. He held out a shirt to me and I smirked at him.

"What about these jeans, Jazz? Do they make my ass look hot?" I grabbed a pair of jeans. Hmm, those were my dark wash True Religions. So much for sarcasm, they actually did my ass look hot.

"So we're back to the ass discussion?"

"Can't you just put some decent clothes in a bag so we can go?" I casually slid the jeans into the bag with the other clothes.

"Hey, I'm not the one trying to impress a girl. You can woo Bella in your Forks basketball tee for all care."

"Woo, Jasper? Are you using your southern charm?"

"Portland is not the South, fucker."

We were on the road quickly after loading my average sized-suitcase into the trunk. Emmett called while we were on the road. I put him on speaker so Jazz could talk, too.

"Bro! Where are you?" Emmett boomed.

"We're about two hours out. We'll be there for dinner."

"We need to talk." Oh crap. Did something happen with Rose? "Your technique is all wrong." WTF? "You need a little more range with your hands. Now I know you were in a gym full of people and you may have had stage fright, but that was definitely the time to bring your 'A' game." Motherfucker. Jasper was laughing his ass off and I socked him in the arm.

"Fucking Jazz texted you, huh?"

"Yeah. Baby bro finally got some. It only took eighteen years. But you better not fuck it up. Rose will kill me. And then I kick your ass." I groaned.

"Did Rose see it?"

"She said to use a little more hip when you are grinding."

Jasper thumped me. "Ha! I told you so."

BPOV

Mmm. Someone should make Edward flavored gum. It would be a best seller. Currently my tongue resided in his delicious mouth. Why haven't I done this before? Oh yeah, I had been a total recluse. Damn, does Edward give kissing lessons? He could make a fortune. Is it really fair, God, for one person to have so much? You know, maybe spread the wealth?

While we were kissing his coach yelled out for him let go of his 'girlfriend' and come to practice. Girlfriend, hmm. Is that what I was? No, not yet. But I was definitely up for another make out session.

I clutched his shirt trying to keep him near me but he broke our lip lock. His lips were red and damp and I wanted to continue to suck on them. I licked my own lips at the sight of him. He groaned. Hmm. Something very hard was pressing into my stomach. Oh, we have lift off! He asked me to help him with his little problem. Nope, definitely not little. Yeah, I'm going to help him all right. Help that right out of his shorts and into my. . . When did I turn into a sex fiend? Oh yeah. The minute Edward Cullen, Greek god of teenage perfection, stuck his porntastic tongue in my mouth. It was a natural reaction. Like learning to walk. Or breathe.

I teased him a little as he seemed embarrassed about the rock hard rod that resided in his thin, oh so thin, basketball shorts. Definitely no reason to be embarrassed, Edward. I had no real life comparisons, but I had seen pictures. I do have an internet connection. Most men would be proud to pack that kind of heat.

I flirted shamelessly, realizing I was now acting completely out of character. Maybe Edward had activated the Bizarro-Bella switch with his tongue? Yeah, he was totally flicking something in there.

He actually said I could do what ever I wanted with 'it.' Note to self—make a list of things to do with Edward's peen. While he was talking to me all close and breathy and intense, I think I may have melted a little. I mean, from a normal distance he's outrageously hot, but close up with the benefit of taste and smell and touch–un-fucking-believable. I think I blacked out for a second. Does this school have a defibrillator? My heartbeat is completely irregular.

His coach yelled for him again and all too soon he was walking away mentioning something about this weekend. Crap. I kept forgetting to tell him about the wedding. I watched his long, lean body walk away. He looked freaking awesome, especially in shorts and a sleeveless shirt. How does he make PE clothes look so good?

Suddenly the Bizarro-Bella switch returned to its normal position and I realized with horror that yes, although I had just made out with Edward freaking Cullen, I had done so in front of one hundred people in the gym. In my PE clothes. Yes, every girl dreams of her first kiss while wearing a Property of FHS tee shirt. So hot.

I looked around at the stunned expressions. Mike looked like someone slapped him. "What?" I growled at everyone, ignoring my usual feelings of mortification. I turned to Mike, poking him in the chest. "I don't want to hear one word from you. At least I stayed within my own species. Fuck, Tanya, really?"

"As I recall, she was Edward's girlfriend until two weeks ago," he retorted. Ouch, burn.

"Touché. Let's just play badminton, Mike." I had no smart-ass comeback for that disgusting fact.

"She's really very sweet," he continued with the Tanya cheerleading. If I rolled my eyes any harder, they'd have fallen out.

"Um, so where is she?" I tried to play the nice, supportive friend.

"She's getting hair extensions in Seattle."

I snorted. "How very Britney of her."

"Bell-a," Mike cautioned, "be nice, for me?"

"Fine. Then let's not speak of her at all." We went back to a companionable silence as we both tried futilely to hit the little birdie. Well, I pretended to play while I watched Edward run laps. When he started to sweat I thought about doing a body shot off his neck. No tequila, just all Edward. I bet he was tangy and salty and I know his taste was intoxicating. Mmm. I think his tongue hit my sex-goddess switch, too.

After school I met Alice at our usual spot. She had a look on her face that made me nervous.

"Spill."

"Huh?"

"Don't play coy, Bella. I know what happened in gym. I just want to hear you describe it."

"How do you know? It just happened."

"Bitch, please. At least five people texted me the internet link." Fucking camera phones. "So, how was it? It looked pretty hot." We got into her car and continued the conversation.

"It was. . . really . . .perfect." I fought hard to find the words to do it justice, but there was nothing other than 'perfection' that came close.

"Awww. I'm so happy for you Bella. I told you this would happen. Wait, how did it happen? You couldn't see that part on the video."

I smiled at the memory so fresh in my mind. I traced my lip with my tongue to see if I had some leftover Edward. "He came up behind me and said I belonged with him. He told me I was beautiful and he would never give upon me, then I turned around and we kissed. After we kissed he said it was the greatest five minutes of his life and that I was perfect."

"Wow. And?" she said, her eyes shining.

"And I hope it happens again. Often. With or without clothing." Her eyes widened in surprise. Yeah, sex-goddess definitely in full effect.

"And?" she pressed.

"And he was super hard and huge and he said I could. . .do whatever I wanted with his peen?" My voice went up two registers due to embarrassment.

"Oh, it's so on. You own him."

"I don't own him Alice. I just like him. Too much. I mean, how could he like me as much as I like him?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Well, look at him and look at me."

"And?"

"Will you stop saying 'and'?" I said, frustrated.

"You know, your insecurity is really annoying. I thought you were over it, but here we go again. Even before your summer makeover you were beautiful, Bella." We arrived at my house and James was lying on the couch with his sunglasses on.

"James, will you please tell Bella she's hot?" Alice demanded. "She's pissing me off with her talk that Edward is too good for her."

"Well, Edward iz fooking haute. And wat a package! But Bella, you are beautiful girl. If I liked zee puzzee, I would be all up in zat."

"Aww, see?" Alice smiled. "How can you not believe that?"

I rolled my eyes and couldn't help but laugh.

I packed the rest of my clothes for my trip while Alice gathered her things. We were driving together in her car because my parents had already left.

While we were on the road, I retold my story to James, who 'oohed' and 'awwed' until I got to the part about his wonder-peen.

"No hand job?" he asked. "Obviously he needed zee release, poor bebe."

"Uh, I don't think I can handle that." Alice raised her eyebrows and snorted. I quickly realized what I said and rephrased, "I mean, I don't know what to do in that situation. You realize that I just had my first kiss like two hours ago? How did we move to hand jobs?"

"You're not going to give him one tonight! It's lucky we have an expert, just in case." Alice commanded, "James, please enlighten this poor girl."

"You may need two hands for zee Edward cock." James made an up and down motion like he was holding a large pipe. I blushed like twenty shades of red.

"I can't believe you've had more contact with it than I have."

"But you got eet hard. I cannot eemagine. It wuz spectacular just resting," he sighed dreamily.

"Eew. Stop getting all excited about my boyf- I mean, Edward's schlong."

"Eef you cannot get excited about that, what eez the point of dating?" Alice and I giggled.

"Can you give us some uh, oral tips?" Alice asked shyly.

"Alice!" I exclaimed, mortified.

"Shut up, Bella. You'll be thanking me very soon that I had the balls to ask James," she retorted.

"Yes, balls are veree important. Now Bella, you weel reely have to relax your throat for Edward. Try not to gag."

"Oh, God!" I wailed.

"Zat eez what he said!" James joked. He proceeded to give us an hour-long lesson on the perfect BJ. It didn't sound as scary as I thought. James made it sound. . .hot. He should know, right? I mean he had the parts, too. Who better to explain how to pleasure a man?

"Zen you swallow. And voila!"

Suddenly I had a new item on my list of what to do with the wonder-peen.

Sex-goddess switch on.

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