Edward's POV
"Oh, come on," Emmett whined as I stubbornly refused the shot he was holding out for me.
"Dude, I had a shot of patron when we got here," I reminded him. "I'm the DD, remember?"
Emmett had clearly had the most to drink tonight, although the rest of my family wasn't far behind. This was the fourth time I'd had to turn down a shot of something, but no matter the amount of bitching he did, I wasn't going to drink any more. I'd stopped after my last beer an hour ago, giving my body time to absorb any leftover alcohol before I had to drive.
He gave a disgusted huff before downing the shot, grabbing Rose's hand, and leading her back to the throng of bodies in the middle of the room moving to the beat.
When Bella dropped down into my lap with a giggle, I forced back a grin. She wasn't nearly as drunk as Emmett—not like the last time we'd been out to the club, where she'd basically passed out the minute we got home—but she was more than her fair share of tipsy.
"Edward," Bella said in an exaggerated whisper. "I'm ready t'go home. Can we go home now?"
"Bella, love," I murmured against her neck, "it's not even midnight yet. We have to wait to ring in the new year."
Grinding against my lap, she replied, "But I'm ready now..."
Before I could think to stop her, she'd grabbed my hand and placed it between her thighs, so my hand was cupping her intimately. I could feel the dampness of her panties. Obviously, all the alcohol and the dancing we'd been doing had gotten her aroused.
"See?" She nipped at my earlobe before speaking again in a breathy voice, "I want you now, baby."
My dick hardened under her, and when she whimpered and swiveled her hips again, I nearly groaned aloud. I had to distract her, or I'd be tempted to say fuck midnight and just take her home then. The only thing stopping me were the four more-than-tipsy people I was responsible for tonight, who were all out on the dance floor.
"Come on, love," I said with an almost-resigned sigh. "Let's dance."
~*~CIBD~*~
We only stayed an hour longer, leaving shortly after midnight. Bella was pleasantly buzzed, but still walking under her own steam. I couldn't say the same for my sister, though. When we dropped her and Jasper off at their place, she made it about four steps before Jasper had scooped her into his arms. He was far from sober, but somehow, they made it up to their door unscathed. Emmett and Rose leaned on each other all the way from the Jeep to their door, but they were stable enough to turn and wave before going inside. We waved back, and Bella yelled out a final wish for a happy new year, and then we got into my car, which we'd left there so we could all cram into the Jeep, and drove home.
"Oh look!" Bella said, giggling. "This is our stop, driver!" She reached up and pretended to pull a signal cord, like we were riding on a city bus. It was silly, but it was funny, too.
I was nice and relaxed, but definitely more sober than the rest of the group had been. Two beers and one shot over the course of the four hours we'd been out had been my limit.
Once I'd put the car in park and turned off the ignition, I sprinted around to Bella's side of the car, where she was fumbling with the door latch.
"I can't get out," she said, a pout to her pretty lips.
Chuckling under my breath, I reached across and unbuckled her seat belt. Holding out my hand, I helped her out of the car, catching her as she stumbled slightly on the heels my sister had put her in earlier in the evening.
"Come with me," I said, pulling my keys out of my pocket. I led the way over to the door of my shop, rather than going straight up the stairs between the buildings.
"Why are we going in here?" Bella asked, snuggling against my side.
As I unlocked the door, I explained, "I left my phone here earlier. I wanna grab it in case anyone tries to reach me before I come downstairs tomorrow." I nuzzled her neck. "Plus, since Sasha's opening for me so I can sleep in, I don't have to be down until my first lesson at just after noon. I wanna take the schedule up with me so I can look over my lesson plans for tomorrow afternoon."
"Smart," Bella reasoned, nodding, which caused her to slightly sway on her feet.
It was cute and amusing how hard she was trying to be serious.
"Let's go in, sweetheart," I told her, pulling her in through the open door.
Bella followed me through the dark shop, her hand on the back of my shirt, as soon as I'd locked the door behind us. When we arrived behind the counter, I immediately started looking through the papers I'd left out.
"Mmm, baby," Bella breathed, wrapping her arms around me from behind. "I want you."
Oh yeah, my girl was tipsy, no doubt about it.
I smirked and continued looking through the papers, but my concentration broke when Bella's hands moved from my chest to the button of my jeans. When she pulled down the zipper and slid her hand inside, a groan broke from my lips, and I braced my hands on the counter in front of me.
"Bella," I hissed when her small fingers came in contact with my suddenly, achingly hard cock.
When she pulled my dick out of my pants, I came into my senses enough to stop her. Putting one hand over hers, I ground out, "Not here, Bella. Wait till we get upstairs." I looked over at the plate-glass window of the store, out into the darkness beyond. "Anyone could see."
Her fingers squeezed gently, pulling another groan from my throat.
"'S dark," she murmured, running her thumb over the head of my cock. "The counter hides most of it anyway." I felt her press a kiss to my back before she continued, "Please, baby, I need to taste you."
After one last glance to the window, I realized she was right—and fuck if I didn't want to feel her hands and lips on me right then. I took a deep breath, pulled her hand up to my lips, and gave it a kiss before turning in her arms and pulling her to me.
My hands went to her head: one cupped the back of her neck, while the other tangled in her hair, tilting her head up so I could capture her lips with mine. It started as a simple brush of lips against lips, just barely something that could be qualified as a kiss. When Bella whimpered and moved her hands to my chest, fisting my shirt in her now-clenched fingers, I groaned against her lips, pressing my own to hers again.
This time, the kiss was one born of arousal, of near desperation—for her touch, her taste...everything about my body was screaming for Bella's. It was all lips, tongues, and teeth, more of an erotic claiming than anything sweet or romantic.
When we broke apart, gasping for breath, Bella dropped to her knees in front of me. Her fingers were wrapped around my cock and her tongue was on the head before I could even blink.
I groaned again and slid my fingers into her hair, moving with her as she lowered her head until her lips met her hand on my cock. I followed the motion of her head with my hands as she began sucking me off, using her tongue to swirl around the tip, dipping into the slit, all the while moving her tight fist up and down my length.
Bella was so damn good, it was nearly over way too fast for my liking. I could feel my balls tightening and knew I had to get her to back off before she milked my cum right out of me.
I moved my hands to her arms and gently pulled her up and off my cock, much to her obvious displeasure.
"Edward!" she complained, her little pink tongue coming out and swiping over her lips, plump from our kisses and her actions on my dick. The moonlight streaming in through the window gave off just enough light for me to see her with, and I groaned when her movements sent dirty, lusty thoughts straight to my cock.
"I wanna be inside you when I come, Bella," I nearly growled.
When I turned, the piano caught my eye, and before I had a second thought, I knew what I wanted. I swept her into my arms, earning a shocked gasp, and from the way Bella was trying to squeeze her thighs together, I knew she was aroused. I could almost taste her arousal on my tongue and knew I had to get my mouth on her before I went crazy.
"Edward?" Bella asked when I laid her down on the piano. It made a discordant sound as her heels hit the black and white keys, and she began struggling to sit up.
"Lie back, love," I commanded softly, suddenly pulling her until her bottom rested at the edge of the piano. I took off her shoes and set them aside before slowly running my hands up her legs, from her ankles to her thighs.
Looking at her, spread out on my piano, her dress riding up around her waist, had my cock hard as steel. If I waited any longer, I was afraid that I'd explode. I reached out, and with a sharp tug, her barely there thong was in tatters at our feet.
Skimming my nose along her inner thigh, I breathed deep, letting her delicious scent wash through me, making me ache for her.
"God, you smell good," I murmured, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her skin, swirling my tongue around and leaving damp spots in a trail from her knee to the crease of her leg and hip.
I kissed my way across her pussy, and when I got to her other thigh, I sucked in hard, knowing I was leaving what would be a dark spot on her perfect, pale skin. Bella writhed under me, little whimpers and moans escaping every time my lips met her skin.
"I'm gonna taste you now, love," I said, just loud enough that she could hear. "Do you want that? Do you wanna feel my tongue on your pussy?"
"Fuck!" she breathed, opening her thighs even more for me, the piano sounding off with every movement, like an expertly played erotic concerto.
"Soon," I assured her teasingly before lowering my head and sliding my tongue through her wetness.
And oh, fuck, she was wet. She tasted like green apples, tart and sweet, and her juices coated my tongue, making me feel more drunk than I'd been all night. For long minutes, I teased her, tracing her lips with my tongue and gathering all her sweetness.
"Fuck me," she begged as she tried lifting her hips to meet my mouth when I pulled away.
"Will you come for me, Bella?" I asked quietly, barely in control of my own desire.
When I slid two fingers inside her and immediately curled them, finding her sweet spot as my lips sucked her clit into my mouth so I could tease it with my teeth and tongue, she screamed out my name, coming hard around my fingers. I continued stroking with my fingers, coaxing one more small orgasm from her as I bit gently at her clit.
Her shaking began to ease, and I slipped my fingers out, drawing them to my mouth to taste the fruits of my labor. I groaned, feeling my cock throb as I pressed it against the keys of the piano. I thought about going upstairs to the bed, but with Bella lying there in front of me, barely outlined by the moon, I knew I couldn't wait even that long. I scooped her up again and took two steps forward as her legs wrapped around my waist.
"Are you ready for me, love?" I said almost harshly. It was a rhetorical question; I didn't need her to answer, because her pussy was leaving a wet spot against my stomach from where she was pressed against me.
She merely whimpered, rocking in my arms and reaching up to tangle her fingers in my hair. Every time she tugged, little twinges of pain shot through me, only working to heighten my pleasure.
When her back met the cool wall, I thrust my hips, sliding deep inside her.
"Fuck!" I hissed, feeling her immediately clench around my cock. "That's it, baby. Come for me."
I was so ready for my own orgasm that, within minutes, I knew I couldn't hold out any longer.
"Touch yourself, Bella. I want you to come again for me." My voice was deep and rough, so full of the arousal I was feeling throughout my entire body, and my words were a command Bella followed immediately.
With one hand still in my hair, her free hand slid between us, and I felt her fingers brush against me at the spot we were joined. When her finger found her clit, she jolted, her back stiffening. Her head fell back against the wall, exposing the long column of her neck and shoulder. I wanted to lick and suck my way up that smooth skin and bite down, marking her as mine as I had on the tender skin of her thigh, as I felt her beginning to convulse around me.
She cried out my name, and that, coupled with the near constant squeezing of my cock as I slid in and out of her warmth, pushed me over the edge. I held her tightly against me as I pulsed inside her, the heat from my orgasm spreading like wildfire through my veins.
With harsh breaths and shaking limbs, I lifted her off me and pulled her in for another kiss before I tucked myself back into my jeans. "God, I love you," I murmured as I rested my forehead against hers.
Bella sighed, a gentle smile on her face. "I love you, too."
"Happy New Year, love," I told her, brushing my lips across hers softly.
We gathered up everything we needed, including the ruined thong and her shoes on the floor at our feet, and made our way upstairs, hand in hand.