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FINALLY – EPOV!
Chapter Seventeen
-The Play Date Part Two-
Oh, Bella Swan has absolutely no idea exactly how much trouble she's in.
I'm done being courteous. I'm done being playful and nice. She's going down…and in a different way than my original plans to bring her to her knees. Oh yes, I'll still be getting my revenge, that's for damn sure. But tonight…tonight Bella Swan will know what it is to play with fire and get burnt.
Her evasive and distant behavior earlier today in Tacoma will not go unpunished. She positively turned into a statue of stone once Rose and I joined her and Emmett at the marina, and fuck her if she thinks her behavior is all right with me. I felt like a damn fool the rest of the afternoon, trying my best to act like the doting boyfriend and simply receiving her scolding stares and cold shoulders. Who exactly does she think I'm doing this for? It's most certainly not about me anymore. I know, after Jessica's little word vomit that my book is as good as sold to Aro. I honestly don't need Bella pimping it to him anymore. The only reason I'm still keeping up this farce is to teach Miss Swan a well deserved lesson. And lesson one, starts tonight.
I fight the wicked grin threatening to split my face in half as I watch her gently swaying hips as we enter Chop Suey, where we'll be meeting the rest of our friends. The dress she's wearing tonight was carefully crafted to lure every man in a one mile radius without seeming obvious or slutty. It makes her look fucking ravishing, and fuck me if I'm not as ravenous as a wolf since she stepped out of her room looking like sex.
But that was her plan right? I'm no fool ladies and gentlemen. I know the little tricks girls like to play if they wish to make a man squirm. I certainly know that Isabella Swan is not the type of woman to wear a dress like that, if her sole intentions were to merely enjoy a drink or three with her friends. Oh no – that dress is adorning her fine body for one reason and one reason only – to make me desire what I cannot have. Well I've got news for my pretentious, cold hearted boss – what I want, I will take – and she'll give it to me willingly.
We reach the crowded bar, not a single word spoken between the two of us since we stepped out of her apartment building. I survey the area and as always notice the cheap glances of the woman surrounding us. Yea, I've got game. What I don't have, is a need for sexually transmitted diseases, and for that reason only, I'll keep my dick in my pants. I can practically smell the promiscuity emanating from each one of them – like females in heat. Disgusting.
I lean in to whisper in Bella's ear, knowing that at least half of the girls batting their lashes at me will have enough pride to accept that I'm taken for the night, even if Bella herself is still unaware of that.
"What do you drink?"
I can feel Bella shivering against me as my chest touch her back, and bite back the chuckle building in my chest.
Well looky there. It would appear as if little old Edward Cullen has a few tricks in his arsenal as well.
"Gin and tonic," she whispers causing me to lean in even further to hear her speak over the laud thumping of the music.
"Do you wanna go see where the others are while I get our dinks then?" I ask softly, practically mesmerized by the goose bumps adorning her bare shoulders. I don't really want to let her out of my sight in a place like this, but I also don't want to ruin everything by humping her on this bar.
"Sure," she nods slightly and pulls away from me in order to search for our friends, "I'll BBM you where we are."
I nod in reply, give her a lopsided smile that makes her cheeks flame and then turn away from her and towards the bar before she sees my smug grin. This is almost too easy.
Fifteen minutes later I have Bella's gin and tonic and my Heineken in one hand and my phone in the other.
We're seated in a booth behind the dance floor, closest to the bar. *B*
I find them moments later and drop down beside Bella in the last open space at our booth.
"Hey guys," I greet as I hand Bella her drink and purposefully allow my fingers to brush against hers. It's all the small things that make the difference in a game of seduction. Even though I've never really had to real in all the tit bits of knowledge in the past, seeing as women tend to come to me, I know that breaking Bella will be the greatest challenge of my life. And the most fun, that's for sure.
"Hey man, let me introduce you to my wife," Jasper shakes my hand and then indicates to a tiny woman with spiky black hair sitting between him and Bella; "this is Alice. Honey, this is Edward,"
"Hi there," Alice gives me a tiny wave and a huge smile. I can hear Bella huff beside me which causes Alice to roll her eyes at me playfully. What a cutie.
"Well hi there, Alice," I give her a genuine smile because I can already tell that I'll like her, "I've heard way too much about you," I wink in Jasper's direction which causes her to giggle, "Jasper however never told me you were small enough to fit in his pocket," she giggles again as Jasper pulls her into his side and kiss her temple.
"You guys been here long?" I ask as I turn my attention towards Emmett and Rose who's sitting opposite me.
"Nah, got here right before you did," Emmett replies and gives Bella a wink which causes her to fidget beside me. I give him a questioning look as I notice Bella drop her chin to her chest in an attempt to hide her blush. Oh, how well I know her. Emmett laughs heartily and merely shrugs.
"Did I miss something?" I lean over to whisper at Bella as Rose pulls Emmett into conversation.
"No," she mumbles and tries to turn her head away from mine.
"Okay," I shrug and take a deep pull from my beer as I move away from her trying to ignore the stirring caused by the tickle of her hair. I'll get the lowdown from Emmett later.
"So Edward," Alice practically shouts in order to be heard over the pulsating music, "Bella says she had a great time today,"
"Did she now?" I frown as I look at Bella who seems to be concentrating awfully hard on the drink in her hand, "I had the distinct impression that Bella didn't enjoy herself at all," I try but fail in keeping the sarcasm out of my voice.
"I did," she protests passionately, lifting her gaze from her glass to look at me pleadingly.
"Could have fooled me," Rose barks before I have the chance to respond to Bella's surprising declaration. I watch Bella as her gaze turns to Rose, and good grief, if looks could kill. Most women would be petrified by Rose's intimidating nature, but not Bella Swan. I know the power of one of Bella's steely glances, and holy shit, I feel almost relieved that it's not directed at me at the moment and strangely turned on at the same time.
"So, I say we throw down a few shots, huh?" Emmett pronounces, trying to lift the mood which works to some extent, "what will it be?" When he receives no response from anyone he jumps up, "tequila it is!" And with that, he grabs Rose's hand and pulls her behind him towards the bar.
"That wasn't uncomfortable at all," Jasper says with a chuckle and a slow shake of his head. I couldn't have said it better myself.
"Jazz," Alice warns and jabs him in the ribs with her elbow.
"What?" He asks with an almost giggle which has me grinning at him like an idiot. The boy is obviously whipped. Alice jerks her head in Bella's direction, causing me to shift my gaze and find Bella tearing away at a napkin on her lap.
"Step away from the napkin, Bella," Jasper attempts to make a joke, which causes her to sigh dramatically and shake the torn peaces from her lap, folding her arms over her midriff in agitation.
"Are you actually pouting?" I ask her in disbelief as I watch her childish little display.
"No," she grumbles and gives me a patronizing look.
"Sure looks like it," I smile humorously, highly entertained by her lack of decorum, "do you need a time out?" she doesn't reply other than fixing her face in a bored look, "a soft toy or blankly?" I ask, bringing our faces closer and lowering my voice slightly, "a spanking?" I practically whisper once my face is mere inches away from hers. I drop my eyes to her mouth as she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth and fight the urge to run my tongue over her mouth.
"Tequila!" Emmett shouts behind me, which causes Bella to flinch and pull her head that has been inching closer to mine without either of us noticing away. I'm way too focused on the movements of her mouth to even acknowledge his presence, and take the opportunity to deliberately run my eyes down her body.
"You missed some," I'm momentarily surprised at the huskiness in my voice as I focus my eyes on the small amounts of torn napkin on her lap.
"What?" She asks in an almost squeak dropping her head to follow my gaze.
"This," is all I say in explanation before I move my hand and ever so slowly run it down her exposed thigh, wiping the pieces of napkin away with a leisurely brush of my fingers, and reveling in the smooth silkiness of her skin. To my own shock, Bella doesn't flinch away, but I actually feel her parting her legs ever so slightly. Fuck me, that's hot.
"Oh," Bella expels with a shaky sigh which causes the corners of my lips to twitch, amongst other parts of my anatomy.
I lift my gaze to hers and notice the soft pants leaving her slightly parted lips, reminding me of the sounds and sighs she made when she writhed against me only a view mornings ago.
Oh, the trouble that you are in, Miss Swan.
My fingers that are still softly running circles on her inner thigh twitch slightly, reminding me of the fact that I'm practically feeling her up in the presence of our friends. Luckily the movements all take place under the cover of the table, and besides, it's not my fault her dress is as short as it is, exposing flesh that no warm blooded man should be able to see. I can't resist the urge to slightly pinch the delicate skin right beside her panties and almost come when Bella gasps at the contact and close her eyes tightly.
Step one: Get her hot and bothered. Done.
I tick off my accomplishment much the same as when I tick off my tasks at work.
I abruptly lift my hand from her thigh and turn my attention towards Emmett, whose staring slack jawed at us. My eyes drift to the rest of the occupants of our table and find them in practically the same position.
"I love tequila," I declare in an attempt to pull them from their trances and reach for my shot, "what shall we toast to?"
"Sex," Emmett blurts.
"Fuck," Rose salivates, still watching Bella.
"Umm…" Jasper stutters.
"Wow," Alice breathes.
"Bella?" I ask with a small chuckle as I find her sitting in the exact same position, eyes still screwed closed, "what do you want to toast to?"
"Sugar," Bella sighs heavily and runs her tongue over her lips, still unaware of the attention she's garnering. I swallow thickly at her response.
"Sugar?" Alice asks with a laugh which finally pulls Bella from her trance. She blinks a couple of times and then notice that all eyes are on her. Her cheeks turn crimson as she drops her gaze to her hands and shift uncomfortably in her seat.
"Bella likes sugar," I say with a devilish smile, secretly thrilled that only Bella and I know that she was referring to sex.
"You do?" Jasper asks confused, "why don't I know that?"
"Recent development," Bella mumbles as gives me a sideways glance.
I chuckle again and hand her one of the shots.
"To sugar!" Emmett announces and I throw back the tequila, keeping my eyes on Bella. She does the same and scrunches her nose as the alcohol burns her throat.
"Ugh, I hate this shit," Rose pulls a face to confirm her sentiments.
"Next please," Alice announces with an excited bounce which causes everyone to laugh.
"I'll get this round," Bella announces and indicates that she would like to exit the booth.
I shift out and take her hand in an attempt to help her out. Once she's standing in front of me, she removes her hand from mine with a jerk, refusing to look at me.
"I'll come with you,"
"No thanks," she responds somewhat coolly, "I'll be right back."
"Bella, wait up," Alice calls and follows her friend.
I watch her as they shove their way through the crowd and then slump back in my seat.
Step two: Get her to relax. Something the alcohol will surely take care. Done.
"Holy shit dude, what the fuck was that?" Emmett asks as soon as Bella is out of earshot.
"Don't know what you mean?" I ask with a shrug as I take a drink from my beer. Jasper chuckles knowingly, causing me to smile into my bottle.
"Whatever man," Emmett sighs heavily and then chuckles, "we all know some shit just went down there. I mean really, you could smell the sexual tension a mile away,"
I shrug once again and catch Rose watching me with a frown on her face.
I give her a questioning look which she responds to with a small shrug and an evil grin. Women are far too fucking clever.
"So, Alice and I were talking," Jasper speaks up as he throws an arm over the backrest of the booth, "maybe we could all go away for the weekend. You and Bella, Charlie and Renee, me and Alice. And of course," Jasper says kindly as he looks over towards Emmett and Rose, "you guys would be more than welcome to join." I smile at my childhood friend appreciatively. Emmett and Jasper really hit it off when we went out with Charlie the other night. A feeling of dread passes over me when I consider where things will be left with our friendship once I demolish Bella at her own game. Surely we wouldn't be able to hang out as Alice's allegiance will lie with Bella, and there is no chance in hell that either Bella or Alice will forgive me for the shit I intend on pulling.
"Yeah man," Emmett responds and pulls me from my internal musings, "sounds good. What did you guys have in mind?"
"Well, my parents have a cabin outside of Washington," Jasper explains, "There's fishing, which Charlie would love, hiking and just general all round serenity and quiet,"
"Sounds amazing," I nod.
"What sounds amazing?" Alice speaks beside me. My head whips around to find her standing alone at our table with five shots. Where is Bella, and where is her shot?
"Where's Bella?" I ask as I move out of the booth to allow Alice to pass.
"Out there," Alice tilts her head in the general direction behind me. I turn to scope the area with a frown and fuck me if I don't find Bella Swan twisting and turning around another man on the dance floor.
"What the fuck is she doing?" I ask to myself, but clearly I speak laud enough for the rest to hear.
"Seems like she's dancing," Rose mentions the obvious.
"No shit Rose," I huff but refuse to remove my eyes from Bella's swaying form.
"Looks like she's enjoying it too," Emmett pipes in.
"Fuck off Emmett," I grumble and dejectedly lower myself into my seat. Well fuck. I certainly haven't been working this hard only to have another man swoop in.
"To surprising turn of events," Emmett raises his glass. I lift mine halfheartedly and swallow down the offensive liquid, enjoying the way it burns its path down my throat.
My eyes keep trailing back to Bella, and once everyone at the table starts discussing next weekend's plans, I give up trying to hide the fact that I'm watching her.
Who would have known that stuck-up Bella Swan can move? And fuck can she move. If she wasn't draped all over a man faintly reminding me of Viggo Mortensen, I may have noticed the elegant bend of her slim neck as she throws her head back. I may have noticed the strong curve of her milky arms as they arch above her body. I may even have noticed the enticing manner her hips dip and twist, but all I can see is red: smoldering, burning, infuriating red. I'm fucking pissed, and the longer I watch them, the more pissed I get.
"Fuck this," I announce and cause everyone around me to jump as I slam my fists against the table, "I need another drink,"
I'm moving towards the bar without waiting for any orders and push my way through the crowd forcefully.
"Fucking shit," I mumble to myself as the bartender tends to my order. I turn around, leaning with my back against the bar and lift the cold beer to my lips. My gaze falls on Bella just as she turns in Aragorn's arms, grinding her ass against his crotch. Just as Viggo lifts his hands to encircle her waist Bella's head lifts and our eyes lock.
I arch my eyebrow at her and she returns it with an arched eyebrow of her own. A challenge. I nearly laugh out laud as she increases her efforts to give Mr. Lord of the Rings the biggest boner this side of the continental US. My eyes are burning into hers as I refuse to break eye contact. She's giving as good as she gets, refusing to look away. She slowly lowers her hands and laces them with his. Not for one second does she break her gaze from mine as she slightly tilts her head to allow him access to her neck, which he takes greedily. I can feel myself snarl like a fucking dog, which causes the corners of her lips to rise in delight.
"Hey there," I feel rather than hear the breathy greeting on the side of my neck, causing me to shiver in disgust rather than desire. The woman smells like she uses vodka as body spray.
"Hey," I reply without moving my eyes from the bane of my existence. Bella momentarily glances at the female beside me and I revel in the fact that her step slightly falters at what she sees.
Well now, what could the woman beside me possibly look like if Bella seems taken aback?
I tear my eyes from Bella's and allow them to fall on the girl hanging from my arm. Well hello there, Red. The girl staring back at me is none other than the redhead I bedded only a weak ago. Tammy…Tamera…Hoover…what was her name again?
"Hi Edward," she coos and scratches a nail against my jaw. I smile, instantly entertained and delighted at my luck.
"Hi Tanya," I greet and thank my lucky stars that her name popped in my head right before I spoke.
"Why are you standing here all alone, giving that plain little brunette the stink eye?" She asks, tilting her head in Bella's direction. I follow her gaze and find Bella staring at us in shock, her body hardly moving with as much vigor as it did moments ago.
"Just entertained by the show, I guess," I shrug and turn my attention back to Red.
"Mhh…" she purrs in what I'm sure she considers being sexy, but really does nothing for me. Strange how this woman seemed so appealing a week ago, and now, all I can think about is another woman dancing only a few feet away from me with another mans hands on her…hands that should be mine, "wanna give them a little show of your own?"
"Sure," I respond without thinking and allow The Hoover to pull me to the dance floor, mere feet away from Bella.
Her arms are around my neck before I have a moment to blink and once again I'm assaulted with the strong smell of vodka and cigarettes. Fucking disgusting.
The beat of the song playing changes dramatically as it flows into the fuck awesome first strings of Starlight. How fitting. I love The Muse.
Tanya is seductively rotating her hips along mine and I attempt to put up a show that I'm actually enjoying her proximity. My head lifts from her shoulder and find Bella staring at me slack jawed. This time, I cock an eyebrow at her. Her response is instant and delightful. She visibly huffs, throws her head back against Viggo's chest and slides up and down his body. I'm salivating, and it has nothing to do with Tanya's attempts to raise my cock with her pelvis.
The Starlight
I'll be chasing your starlight
Until the end of my life
I don't know if it's worth it anymore
Tanya turns in my arms just as I'm about to pull away and stalk over to Bella. She's slowly grinding her ass against my dick, and shit, I'm just a dude. If a woman with soft curves rubs up long enough against your manhood, things are going to start happening…down there. I groan, but fight to keep my eyes on Bella. Tanya's hands reach behind my head as she slides up and down my body, and its sensory overload. Bella is visually stimulating me more than a woman should be allowed to, and Tanya is rubbing me in all the right places. This is some fucked-up shit.
Hold you in my arms
I just wanted to hold, you in my arms
I can see Bella's movement falter as I watch her from below my lashes, raining kisses on Tanya's exposed shoulder.
"That's it honey," Tanya sighs and throws her hands behind me, gripping my ass firmly.
Bella spins around and turns Viggo enough to allow me a visual of his back, and her hands roaming over it. She moves them lower and then, to my own fucking shock, squeezes his ass firmly. I groan, and of course Tanya takes it as motivation to increase her efforts.
"Fuck," I sigh as Tanya runs her one hand down the bulge in my pants, causing me to scrunch my eyes closed at the sensation, Bella's face imprinted beneath my lids.
My life
You electrify my life
Let's conspire to re-ignite
All the souls that would die just to feel alive
My eyes crack open as I remember to collect myself and keep my gaze trained on Bella. She's gone. Viggo is standing dumbfounded and alone, hands jammed in his hair. And Bella is gone. I twist my body away from Tanya and spin full circle, desperately looking for a glimpse of silver and brown. Nothing.
"Fuck," I exclaim and start shoving my way through the drones of people around me. I can faintly hear Tanya call my name over the closing strings of the song, but can hardly care to give her a second glance. This has gone too fucking far. I can't believe how stupid that was. Fuck!
I reach our table to find Alice perched on Jasper's lap, kissing his neck rather enthusiastically. Jasper sees me first and gives me a lazy grin.
"Hey man," he nods, "nice looking redhead,"
"Yeah," I sigh impatiently and pull my fingers through my hair, "you see Bella?"
"What?" Jasper asks with a confused frown and searches the dance floor behind me, "she no longer rubbing up against Aragorn?"
"No," I bite out in frustration, but can't help the small chuckle upon Jasper's exact description of Bella's dance partner.
"Her handbag's not here?" Alice declares slightly panicked, having looked on the seat beside her without me even noticing.
"Shit!" I shout and start running towards the exit of the club, "Shit, shit, shit!"
Once I exit the club I turn in every direction, looking for any signs of Bella. She would have to hail a cab seeing as we came with my car. Upon turning to my left, I catch a flash of silver just as she turns the corner of the block. I start running full speed towards her, panting heavily as I force my legs to move faster. When I turn the corner I almost run into the back of a still standing figure. Bella.
"What the fuck!" I shout lauder than I intended to and cause her to yelp in surprise.
"Shit Edward," she scolds as she spins around to cast me a deadly look, "why don't you give me a fucking heart attack while you're at it."
"What are you doing?" I ignore her rant and fight to get my breathing under control.
"I'm leaving," she shrugs having calmed herself and looks at me impassively, "isn't it obvious."
"Why?" My sentences are reduced to one worded questions as I take deep calming breaths.
"Why what?" She asks innocently and delicately pushes her hair behind her ear.
"Don't play coy," I admonish.
"I'm tired,"
"Bullshit," I call her out.
"I was tired even before we came here," she answers with a sigh and lifts her hand in an attempt to hail a cab.
I reach forward and pull her arm down, earning a laud huff from Bella.
"You didn't seem so tired when you were gyrating against some strange man crotch back there," my words are laced with venom and obviously surprise her.
"Like you're one to talk," she points out coldly, "that slut was two inches away from sucking you off in front of everyone."
"I didn't claim to be tired," I laugh bitterly and level Bella with an impatient stare, "and she did nothing more than you were doing with Viggo."
"Who the fuck is Viggo?" Bella exclaims in confusion, "And who the fuck to you think you are?" She's swearing more than usual, and I feel my cock stir in appreciation, "That viper was palming you through your pants," her chest is heaving up and down in anger, her chest is flushed and her cheeks are redder than I've ever seen them, she's so fucking hot, "disgusting!" She spits and turns her back on me.
"You want to know what's fucking disgusting." I spin her around by her arms. She pulls out of my grip and folds her arms over her chest, looking at me as if I'm the most revolting creature to walk the face of the earth.
"Pray tell," she drawls sarcastically and keeps her gaze firmly fixed on mine.
"Your signals, Bella," I fume, clenching my fists in tight balls at my sides.
"My signals?" She looks confused which causes a sardonic laugh to leave my mouth.
"Yes, your fucking signals," I take a step closer to her, causing her eyes to widen in fear, "one moment your hot, the next your cold," I'm fucking livid and there is no way to stop the words from spilling from me, "you plead, and then you push away," I continue my approach until we're almost nose to nose, "you want to fuck me, but you don't want to admit it," I know she can feel my breath against her mouth as she licks her lips and her eyes momentarily flutter to my mouth.
"Do you want to fuck me Bella?" My voice is barely a whisper as I run my nose against her cheek earning a soft mewling sound from her. "Do you want me to fuck you, baby?" I lower my head and skim my lips against her neck, tasting her skin with my tongue. So. Fucking. Soft.
"I…" She stammers and lifts her hands to grip my shirt forcefully. Her body is swaying and I pray to all that is holy that I'm not the only one of us two feeling this intense desire to consume. I want her. I want her to take me.
"You what Bella?" I growl against the vain in her neck, "What do you want?" I'm practically pleading for her to give in as I scrape my teeth against her collarbone.
I faintly register the arrival of a cab as it stops beside us.
"I can smell her fucking perfume on you," my blood runs cold as Bella whispers through clenched teeth against my ear. My body jerks as I feel her teeth not so softly bite at my neck. "You smell."
And with that I feel her body turn from mine as cold air hits parts of my body being held warm by parts of hers that are no longer there.
I spin on the heel of my shoe just in time to see the door of the cab closing before it drives off.
Fuck.
Step three: Take her home. Epic fail.
I don't even bother going back into the club. I send Emmett a text, letting him know that Bella and I are heading home for the night and make my way towards my car.
Tonight just spun completely out of control. It's ridiculous how badly I fucked this up.
Are you leaving together or is she leaving with Aragorn? Em
I laugh and roll my eyes at his assessment.
I decide not to respond to Emmett's message yet. What am I supposed to say?
No Emmett, we're leaving separately, but luckily The Chose One was left behind and won't be joining us in Morhdorh.
My hands are clenching at the steering wheel of my car as I make my way towards Bella's house. I'm sure she would prefer if I stayed at my place. Call me a masochist if you want, but sleeping just doesn't feel the same without her body pressed against mine. Besides, the thread count of her sheets which far surpasses mine is just too inviting to ignore. I've become spoilt by expensive bedding. I'm such a fucking pussy.
I enter the silence of her apartment and stealthily make my way towards her bedroom, praying that she's already asleep. I just don't have the energy to continue our ridiculous argument.
As I enter her room, I notice that Bella's already in bed, her back turned away from me.
I sigh heavily and make my way towards her cupboard where my clothes are stored.
May as well take a shower, I think as I enter her bathroom.
Once I step under the spray of the shower head, I feel my muscles relax. Better wash away any traces of Tanya, seeing as Bella made it very clear that I stink. I chuckle at her words, and can't help but be enamored by this woman's ability to bring me down a notch or two. I hate that my ego took a bruising tonight, but in some way I know that it was necessary. I was acting just a little too cocky, and forgot who my opponent is. Bella Swan was never a woman I would have underestimated in the past, and in doing so tonight, I got my balls handed to me on a platter.
Speaking of balls, I seem to still have a bit of a problem down below. Between Bella's dancing, Tanya's rubbing and eventually Bella's skin below my lips, I've been having a really hard time keeping my dick in check tonight. Fuck, her skin was so soft beneath my fingers as I stroked her thigh…so sweet as I sucked it into my mouth outside the club.
My hand travels on its own accord towards my pulsing cock as flashes of Bella's legs, and hair and eyes pass beneath my closed lids. I feel a cold breeze against my back, and step closer to the spray, allowing my hand to pump up and down steadily, imagining its Bella's hands, Bella's lips… I open my eyes and spot her shampoo standing on the floor of the shower. I lean down and squirt some of it in my hand, before returning it to my dick. Bella's smell…
"Bella," I groan softly as I pick up the pace of my hand sliding over my sensitive skin from base to tip.
"Yes?"
"Fuck!" I shout and spin around at the reply to my moan I never expected. My eyes squint to find the source of the sound through the steam that's hanging thick in the air. My jaw nearly drops to the ground as I find Bella standing in the doorway of the bathroom, hip jutted out and arms folded over her chest.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I squeal like a girl and attempt to cover my raging boner with my hands.
"You called." She shrugs coyly and I swear I notice her shoulders shake with laughter. It's difficult to tell through all the steam in the small space.
"Get out," I bite through clenched lips struggling to keep the mortification from my face. Don't get me wrong, I'm anything but shy about my manhood, but being caught pleasuring yourself by the person your imagining while pleasuring yourself, is just all kinds of embarrassing.
"It's my bathroom," she shrugs and casually runs her eyes over my torso. I want to cower away from her stare, but realize that she wouldn't be able to see much through the condensation against the glass.
"Then I'll leave," I suggest, however I can feel my reluctance as her eyes glance at my hands covering my fully erect cock and her bottom lip immediately enters her mouth.
"Won't it be uncomfortable if you don't take care of that?" She lifts her hooded eyes back to mine.
"I'm sure it will…deflate…shortly," I shrug, trying to figure out exactly what the fuck she's playing at. Never, not even once, would I have imagined Bella to be so…confident when it comes to seeing me naked. She always appears so frightened.
"Doesn't look like it's going anywhere," she says with a twitch of her lips and look down at my dick that is still semi covered by my hands.
I feel more confident now, noticing her heaving chest and the way she's toying with her bottom lip. She's turned on. My cock twitches under her gaze which surely would have caused her to blush if she was able to see it. I lift my hands from my crotch and place them confidently on my hips, giving her an eyeful of my excitement.
I can hear her swallow all the way over here.
"You were touching yourself," her voice is just above a whisper.
"Yes," I reply simply, my eyes roaming over her figure. She's wearing one of those boy shorts again…you know… the ones that give you just a peak of ass cheek. Instead of covering her beautiful figure with an oversized t-shirt, she's wearing a camisole and fuck me stupid, but there's no bra straps sticking out. My dick is practically leaking in excitement. I'm almost sure I see her hardened nipples pushing against the silk of her top, but can't tell with the white mist surrounding us.
"You were touching yourself with my shampoo?" She looks up at me through her lashes and causes my breath to hitch. Hitch, I fucking tell you. Like a fucking girl.
"Yes," I croak as I feel my own breathing turning shallow under her scrutiny.
"Why?" The question is simple, but I know that the answer is going to strip me from the little pride I have left.
"I – uh," I stammer uncomfortably and look anywhere but at her curious eyes, fighting the will to cover myself again, "it smells good." There, I said it, now fucking kill me please.
"It does?" She seems almost surprised and I turn my gaze to her, willing my eyes to make her understand just how fucking good it smells. I must be successful, because she drops her hands from her chest and rubs them against her thighs. Someone's nervous. Thank fuck I'm not the only one.
"Listen Bella," I start, realizing that I probably owe her an apology for attempting to jack off in her shower, "I'm really sor-."
"Shut up Edward," Bella demands softly which causes my eyes to nearly pop out of my head, "why else are you using my shampoo, Edward?"
Jeez, can we just move on from the shampoo already? I'll buy her a new fucking bottle.
"I don't – I –," I lower my head in shame and sigh heavily, "I don't want to smell like Tanya anymore."
"Tanya?" She asks and takes a step closer to me. I follow her movements wearily, feeling my heart pick up its pace in my chest. What the fuck is she doing? "Is that her name?"
"Yes," I breathe.
"Would you rather smell like me then?" She cocks her head to the side in question.
"Yes,"
"Were you thinking of me when you touched yourself, Edward?" He voice is so confident and it is such a turn on that my hands twitch to lower themselves to my throbbing cock.
"Yes,"
"Why?" She asks taking another step closer. My breathing is so heavy at this point that I feel I might pass out. "Do you want me Edward?"
"Yes," I admit, throwing my head back and feeling the hot water run down my hair and onto my back. My hand has a mind of its own and immediately reaches for my dick. I stroke once and stop when I hear Bella gasp. My head snaps up and notice that she's almost against the glass of the shower, her eyes pinned to the movement of my hand.
"Sorry," I remove my hand guiltily. What the fuck is wrong with me?
"Don't stop," her voice is a mere whisper as she licks her lips and looks up at me hungrily. I nearly choke at the look in her eyes. I've seen Bella turned on before, but I've never seen her looking like this. The look in her eyes are dark and possessive and so damn sexy that I'm sure I'll be able to come from her stare alone.
"Do you want me to wash her off?" I finally find my voice, my eyes watching her imploringly.
She nods and swallows thickly, her eyes not leaving mine for a moment.
"Do you want me to smell like you, Bella?"
She nods again.
My hand moves to the sensitive head of my cock and I can't stop the moan leaving my mouth.
"How does it feel?" She asks softly and I open my eyes slightly to stare at her through slits.
"It feels so good, baby," I sigh and run my palm all the way down my shaft, causing my hips to thrust forward in reflex.
"Are you imagining it's my hand?"
"Yes," I hiss and bend to lean against the glass with my arm, bringing us practically nose to nose, with only the glass separating us.
Bella steps even closer, her eyes burning into mine. My hand picks up speed, and all that can be heard is the pelting of the water on the shower floor, the movement of my skin as I beat it furiously, and our breathing.
"Not Tanya's?"
"Only yours," I say through clenched teeth as I fight the urge to spill myself all over her shower floor. The look in her eyes is primal, and for the life of me I can't tear my eyes from hers as I bring myself closer to release.
"Have you fucked Tanya before?" She asks, her eyes nailing me to the floor.
"Yes," I admit.
"Was it good?"
What the fuck? I don't even care anymore. I just need to come, and Bella's dirty words are driving me in-fucking-sane.
"Yes," I'm not going to lie. Tanya was a good lay.
"I'll be better," she says rather confidently and shit that was so hot.
"Fuck yes, Bella," I groan as her words nearly send me over the edge. I hang tight though, unwilling to embarrass myself with a quick finish. Our pants are causing the glass between us to fog up and then clear as the cold air hits it. The movement is setting a steady pace for my strokes and helping me to focus on withholding my climax.
"I bet you would be good,"
"I would make it so good for you baby," I breathe against the glass, feeling the muscles in my abdomen strain.
"Have you done this before?" She changes the course of her questions, confusing me even more.
"What?"
"Have you touched your cock thinking of me before?"
"Fuck Bella," I moan and squeeze my eyes shut, fighting for control. Hearing her say the word cock will be the end of me.
"Answer me Edward," she demands, and I swear, all she needs is a pair of stilettos and a whip and I'll have my own fucking dominatrix.
"Yes," I concede, leveling her with a lustful gaze, "more in the last week than before,"
"Then show me," she says as she pushes her torso against the glass, pressing her breast up in my face, her nipples clearly visible through the thin material of her camisole.
"Show you what, baby?" I thought I was already showing her.
"Show me how you come," she pauses, bites her bottom lip and stares at me through her lashes, "thinking of me," she breathes, and that's all I need.
I throw my head back and whimper. I fucking whimper, because this woman will be the fucking end of me. I feel the pressure building in my abdomen, the familiar tingle in my balls as they contract.
"Look at me baby," she whispers and I force my eyes open just as the most mind blowing orgasm of my existence wrecks my body.
"Fuck, baby – Bella – I," unintelligent words fall from my mouth as my seed falls to the ground, swirling and washes away by the running water, "Ahh…" I cry as wave after wave of bliss courses through my spine.
Bella's breathing is heavy as she watches me come undone, our eyes locked hungrily on each other. I gently rub my hand up and down my shaft as my orgasm slowly subside, leaving me limp and sated.
We just stare at each other, for long, unspoken moments. The water of the shower turns cold, but I couldn't give a shit. This goddess in front of me just gave me the best orgasm of my life, and I'll be damned if I let a little cold water break the spell she cast on me.
She slowly extricates herself from the glass of the shower, keeping her eyes fixed on mine.
"Don't touch another woman in front of me again," she whispers, her voice thick with lust, "not while we're still bound to this arrangement."
I blink at her dumbly for a second, surprised at her words, and then nod slowly. "Same goes for you," I swallow as my breathing returns to normal, "don't ever rub up against another fucking man while we're bound to this arrangement."
She nods her agreement and then licks her lips.
"Better finish washing up before the water runs cold," she smiles shyly. She smiles fucking shyly! My brain is practically turning in my head with the mood swings this woman has. Moments ago she was demanding me to come for her, and now she ever so delicately with a blush adorning her features ask me wash up like it's the dirtiest thing she's said all night.
I nod like a retard and watch her walk towards the bathroom door, my eyes focused on the lazy sway of her hips. And there it is; the slight sliver of ass cheek I've been yearning to see since she stepped into the room.
"Oh, and Edward?" She calls over her shoulder as she opens the door. I raise my eyebrows in acknowledgment.
"I seem to really like sugar too, baby," and with that she's gone.
Holy. Shit.
Step four: Make her come. Well, the wrong person came, but I guess this step can be ticked off as fucking…done.
Hiehiehie – wow – feeling kind of hot in here.
Let me know what you think about our dirty Bella and Edward.
With love,
Your Mistress
xoxo