Rating: M
Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyers owns all things Twilight - I just like to get weird with her characters.
A/N…Much love and thanks to my beta LovinRob for all of her encouragement and hard work on this story! Without her OCD and her cock/pussy thesaurus, this fic would be a hot mess of past and present tense and the word erection used repeatedly…
Many thanks to AmandaC3 for creating the marvelous banner for this story and the Togaward bonus banner. I wouldn't believe it was possible – but she made Rob hotter by wrapping him in pink bed sheets…
Chapter 9 – Hot in Herre
The week passes relatively quickly. Edward and I keep in constant contact sending funny texts or emails to one other. We talk on the phone each evening and meet for a couple of coffee dates between our classes. Regrettably, making out and dry humping at a booth or a public bench is frowned upon, so I manage to control myself around him, settling for hand holding and chaste kisses.
We also sit together in our Human Sexuality class. I swear, I never thought anything could distract me from the topic of BDSM, but my attention is successfully being diverted by questionable thoughts of Edward.
His hands are massive, adorned with long, thick fingers. I can only imagine how good they will feel all over me… in me. My eyes rake up his body and settle on his lips. I already know how good they feel on my mouth and skin but the thought of him putting his mouth on other parts of my body causes me to audibly shudder and squeeze my legs together, seeking some sort of imaginary friction. Unfortunately for me, he hears my reaction, and turns to look at me. I am sure I am leering at him like some sort of sexual predator. I release my lip from my teeth and lightly run my tongue over my bottom lip to quell the sting. He gives me a satisfied smirk before refocusing his attention back on the professor.
Thursday finally arrives. Alice comes through on some amazing togas. Mine is a silky cream bodice trimmed in gold. The bottom is long and flowing, save for the two thigh-high slits on either side of my body leaving very little to the imagination. I certainly feel like a goddess and given what I have planned for Edward this evening, I am going to need all of the confidence I can get.
Tanya and Rosalie don't ask me too much about what is going on with Edward and I, which I find unusual. I wonder if they have just taken the cue from me that I am going to just see where this all goes, though in my head I am playing it anywhere but cool. I also secretly worry that they are somehow trying to figure out a way to tell me that I am going to get hurt.
Rosalie is currently venting about Emmett. Apparently, Triple H and Orangutan Tits are pursuing him mercilessly; either unfazed or blissfully unaware that Emmett is not available. Rose doesn't want to seem like the jealous girlfriend, but if twos company and threes a crowd, then four is a hop, skip and a jump away from an episode of Sister Wives. Emmett has assured her it is no big deal, but when she catches Triple H walking arm and arm with him through the quad, it becomes personal.
"I mean, how would he like it if every time he turned around there was some guy pawing all over me? Looking at me like I am the most interesting person in the world…" She complains combing her long blonde hair Marcia Brady style.
I quirk an eyebrow at Tanya as if to ask if it is okay for me to respond with an, "Um, they do flock to you like that", but Tanya shakes me off, clearly not wanting to encourage the crazy a comment like that can unleash.
Rose continues speaking aloud more to herself than anyone else, "I swear, I should teach him a lesson. I cannot believe he is so oblivious, at first it was a joke but now a bitch is about to get beat up."
"Settle down, Manny Pacquiao!" Tanya soothes as she rubs her shoulders. "That boy would never do anything to jeopardize what you two have."
I nod my head, concurring with Tanya's wise words and somewhat impressed by the fact she knows who Manny Pacquiao is. My nod catches Rosalie's eye, but when she notices I am packing a bag, said eyes widen considerably.
"B, what's with the bag, doll?" She quizzes me, clearly amused by my non-ninja like packing skills, the Cheshire cat smirk growing wider across her face.
I bite my lip to hide my own growing smirk. "Uh, Edward asked me to spend the night with him for his birthday."
The hairbrush hits the floor and faster than a bullet, Rose has my bag in her lap with Tanya inspecting the contents like a TSA officer. I am waiting for one of them to bust out a wand and perform a cavity search to find out what else I have on my person. Rose's eyes bug out when she pulls out the sheer bra and panty set I purchased for the occasion. And Tanya falls out into a full on belly laugh when she brings out her sexy librarian glasses.
"What are you planning on doing, dirty girl?" Tanya asks incredulously, pulling out the bottle of Makers Mark as well.
I slump on the bed and blow out a deep breath I don't realize I am holding and begin fidgeting. Sensing my nervousness, Rose hands me my cold beverage of choice, a Mike's Hard Lemonade.
"I am not going to sleep with him, if that's what you are asking." I reply a little more curtly than I intend to. I drop my eyes to the floor and quietly add, "At least I don't plan to."
The room is quiet as they can tell I want to say something else. I steel myself to look them in the eyes, praying I can stutter through the next sentence.
"I figured, that, maybe, I would try to, um…" I bite my lip, this is just too embarrassing.
"Spit it out, Swan." Rosalie snaps, crossing her arms over her chest trying to intimidate me.
Sighing and rolling my eyes, I finally muster up the courage to bite back, "I am going to give him a lap dance, okay? He asked me to bring my iPod so he could get some of the playlists we've done and as an added bonus, I intend to grind all over his dick – okay, Hale?"
Their eyes are as wide as saucers. Tanya looks amused, while Rosalie looks shocked. I am pretty sure if there was a vial of Holy Water nearby, she would have doused me with it and shouted, "The power of Christ compels you. I cast you out, demon!"
Now that I have successfully shocked them, I continue my packing and add, "He seems to be into the whole naughty librarian thing so I figured why not, right?"
Tanya nods agreeing whole heartedly with this proud expression on her face like Trent from Swingers saying her "baby is all growns up". Being the great friend that she is, she begins giving me some tips that have worked for her in the past. Coming out of her stupor, Rosalie adds some helpful tips as well. Apparently it is important that you don't throw your head around too much like those girls in the videos since you run the risk of head butting your partner. Evidently, Emmett cried like a baby when Rosalie did a version of the bend and snap too close to his nose.
We arrive around 10 pm and the party is in full swing. I must give mad props to Alice for our amazing togas, we look like actual goddesses compared to the other Red Solo Cup carrying commoners. I don't even pretend to want to hang around making small talk upstairs. I say my hellos to Em, Jake and Chocolate Thunder and then promptly run down to Edward's room.
I knock lightly, waiting for him to tell me to come in. He opens the door, dressed in the jeans and grey t-shirt I saw him in this morning. Excitedly, he pulls me into his room and shuts the door behind me. I take off my bag, discarding it on the floor and try to hand him the bottle of Makers Mark.
He winds his fingers in my hair, massaging my neck with his palms, and presses his lips against mine. His kiss is hard and desperate. I find myself backed against the door as our kiss becomes more frantic. I am pleased with myself for not actually throwing the liquor to the ground and wrapping my legs around his waist, though, I won't lie, feeling that massive bulge in his pants hitting against my stomach, I may have audibly heard my panties soak. He breaks the kiss abruptly, leaning his forehead against mine, and runs his hands over my body, settling them at the top of my ass.
"Fuck, you look amazing, Bella!" He compliments as he tries to catch his breath.
"Where's your toga, birthday boy?" I ask teasingly.
I use my free hand to lightly scratch my fingers down his stomach, grabbing a hold of a belt loop on his jeans, mere centimeters from his erection. Lowering his hands further on my ass and gripping lightly, he put his mouth to my ear.
"Now that you're here, I don't intend on leaving this room."
I cluck my tongue and shake my head slightly, "Oh no you don't! You have to make an appearance, this theme is for you. I think Em even bought Ouzo to stay with the whole Greek thing."
Looking down like a petulant little boy being scolded, Edward rolls his eyes and gripes quietly. "If the theme is Ancient Greece, he should serve wine, not Ouzo."
I grab his chin, raising his face to look at me, "How about this?" I speak slowly before placing my lips softly against the side of his mouth. "How about you take off your clothes for me? And then I will wrap a sheet around you. And we'll go upstairs for one hour and drink and dance with our friends." I continue before swiping my tongue against his bottom lip.
Edward's eyes close and a small groan escapes his lips.
"And when that hour is up, you and I will come downstairs, and I will give you your real birthday present." I whisper seductively, as I pull his belt loop and effectively his massive hard on closer to my torso.
He smiles against my lips, "And what present is that, Miss Swan?" He inquires, pressing his erection further into me.
I hum against his lips before running my palm over the head of his cock.
"A certain naughty librarian wants to try her hand at lap dancing and has scheduled a private session for you. Would you be willing to participate?" I breathe out huskily.
He exhales deeply, nodding furiously as his Adams apple bobs nervously up and down. I hear him swallow right before he asks for clarification with a lazy smirk.
"Is this a fully nude private session, Miss Swan?"
"Hmm, I am not sure that she will be getting fully nude this evening, however I think she will play it by ear." I grin continuing my ministrations on his still growing cock. "The good news for you is that this naughty librarian will provide a very hands-on experience. Is that something you may be interested in, Mr. Cullen?" I inquire with a quirked brow.
Edward stiffens as I apply a little pressure to the swollen head of his dick with my thumb and trace down the outline before reaching and cupping his sack gently as if to punctuate the point of "hands-on". However, the look on his face makes me question my insistence that we join our friends upstairs. His expression is lustful and hungry. I can only hope that he will wear the same expression when he takes me… eventually… repeatedly.
He doesn't say anything else; he just nods and releases me, stepping backwards to the middle of the room, his expression unchanged. He removes his shoes and socks first and then his shirt. He is stunning. The hard plains of his chest do not disappoint. I can almost imagine how they will look as they stretch and flex while he fucks me.
I am startled out of my Edward induced trance by the sound of his belt buckle, a zipper and pants hitting the ground. He steps out of them and kicks them to the side. The look on his face remains unchanged, as he slowly raises his arms out to the sides standing only in his boxer briefs that cannot contain his prominent member. He wants me to dress him.
I slowly walk around him to get to his bed, running my finger nail lightly down his ribs causing him to shiver. This pleases me, a lot. I grab his sheets and begin draping and securing the toga around his body taking great care to rub his erection every chance I get. I don't know what's coming over me but it takes everything in me not to drop to my knees and shove every inch of him into my mouth greedily like the wanton whore that is clearly unleashed only in Edward Cullen's presence.
Once I am done dressing him, I take his hand in mine and turn around, escorting him up the stairs. Imagine my surprise when he jerks my arm back, pulling my back against his chest roughly. His breathing is harsh. He sounds as if he is trying to rein it in.
"One hour, Miss Swan," he reminds me, "and then you are all mine until morning."
He places a hot kiss against the top of my collarbone and grabs my hand in his once again. I close my eyes, swallowing thickly and nod slowly.
"One hour." I promise as I open the door and lead us up to the party.
Once we clear the stairs, Edward takes the lead. He has my hand in a vice grip and I can't be sure if he is nervous, or if this is another crazy show of possession that I notice he pulls from time to time.
"Ho-ly shit!" Emmett booms. "Ladies and Gentlemen, guess who decided to join the party!"
Edward shrugs and grins sheepishly as Jake hands him a beer. Dear God that boy has the most beautiful smile. Chocolate Thunder and Tanya mosey over, and he and Edward exchange some sort of intricate handshake. Rose then saunters over as well.
"Where's your fan club, Emmy?" She teases with a bit of a bite. Apparently the problem isn't going to go away on its own.
"Relax Rosie, I needed some alone time with my best girl." He reassures her.
He puts his gigantic arms around her waist and slides her up his body only to plant a searing kiss on her lips. Once the kiss is over, I can tell that Rose's defenses come crashing down. She is his and he is hers in every sense of the word. Thank God, if beautiful girls like Rosalie can have an ounce of insecurity, what hope was there for bland girls like me?
Jake pours us a round of shots before his DJ friend Seth makes an announcement over the microphone. The entire room is cheering as we all lift our glasses to toast the birthday boy. I am pretty sure he is embarrassed, but I can't be happier because in his discomfort, he clings to me like a life preserver. He can't hold me any closer if he tried and I am relishing it.
We take several pictures and I secretly hope they will make it to Facebook so I have physical proof that I am at his side, even if it is a fling.
The music kicks on again, and each of the couples become distracted as they begin moving their bodies to the music. Edward takes another shot before he grabs my waist, spinning me and pulling me until his chest is pressed against my body and his hard as a rock penis is against my lower back. He then lifts my arms up and places them around his neck. His fingers trace down the sides of my body until his fingertips firmly settle on the junction between my hips and thighs.
I can feel his eyes looking down on us, watching as we slowly grind until we find a rhythm that satisfies each of us. He begins rubbing his hands up and down my stomach and thighs; every now and again he "accidentally" scrapes my clit with his fingertips.
The first time he does it; I suck in my teeth and mutter a quiet "Fuck". I can feel his lips curl into a smile, clearly pleased with himself. The second time he grazes it; I fist the back of his hair in my hands and grit my teeth together to stop myself from moaning like a whore. He snickers out loud and places his lips near my ear.
"So responsive, my Bella." He hums against my ear and continues, "In five minutes, our hour is up. Then I am going to take you downstairs." His breathing becomes heavy as he speaks more slowly this time, purposefully. "And when I get you downstairs, Bella…."
I imagine he is pausing for effect, but I am certain his next words will make me cum on the spot, so I turn in his arms and pull his head down for a searing kiss, all the while shamelessly grinding on his thigh. The kiss is not fit for public viewing but I don't care. It is desperate and angry. Frantic as we manhandle each other. It's all consuming and greedy. I've never felt so wanton and I love it. I feel Edward open his eyes before he breaks the kiss. He gives me a dazzling smile and swipes his thumb across my swollen lips.
"The hour is up, Miss Swan." He taunts before placing his forehead against mine and growling, "And now you're mine."
A/N… *LayAtHomeMom laughing like Aro in BD2* Even I can't believe how hard I just cockblocked you all... It was necessary to break the chapter here - I swear. Trust me, if I broke it elsewhere - you would've been crazy angry.
The next update will be coming to you on Sunday from the happiest place on earth... No silly, not Edward's bedroom - Disney World. Yes dolls, that's right - I will be peddling smut from the Magic Kingdom. I'll even post it from Fantasyland because it is totally appropriate and I am kind of a sick fuck like that...
Okay - no more messing around - next chapter consists of 3,530 words of Bella letting out 2 years of sexual frustration - the other 594 words are pure WHAT THE DEUCE!
Thank you so much to everyone who has read, reviewed, favorited, followed and lurked this fic! NOTE: I will try as hard as I can to reply to your reviews - I will be behind due to my lack of a laptop while on holiday. I promise I will respond to each review though (eventually) as they are all so important to me!