Blister in the Sun Part 3
For PTB's Smut University 2014
Prompt: The Right Amount of Spice by kitchmill
Warnings: Some Jake and Bella and Edward-pining again and a whole lot of oops.
We're going to the beach again. Where the sand is smooth and the familes are sparse and it's mostly unofficially reserved for partying teenagers. To soak in the sun's ray. To turn pink instead of brown. Well at least I do. I never did tan well. Not like Jake. Not like him. Golden brown just like the sand where the waves kiss the shore. No, I blister if I'm not too careful. If I avoid the sunscreen and the shade. We've had so much beach in the few weeks since graduation that I'm a constant red.
I don't want to go, but Jake does. He begs and begs and begs. Sam wants to try surfing. Paul needs more beer. Edward is asking about you. Until finally I relent, pulling on my swimsuit as he runs his hands and lips over my naked skin, whispering, "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." I'm not sure if the goose bumps are from his touch or the air conditioning making everything inside just a little too cold.
"On second thought," he says, throwing me onto my sheets. "Maybe we should stay here."
I push at his shoulders, laughing and weak as his kisses drown any sort of hesitation in me. I like these moments. When it is me and Jake and no one else. Too often that boy next door is in my mind, teasing me with his smile, his touch, his nonexistent words. But when he isn't, I can be a real girlfriend, a good girlfriend. That's what he deserves after all. So I let him take me, make me moan, shiver, come on my bed sheets, and when our breaths even out, he pulls me from the bed where we share one last kiss, clean up our mess, and leave for a sunny day of sand and ocean.
It's nice having the wind roll through the open window, blowing back my hair as he draws pictures across my hand with his thumb. And for once, I feel like a normal girl. Like a girl who hadn't given her heart to her best friend. Like a girl who isn't settling for second best with a great boy. Like a girl who is young and carefree and living life as she should be.
But then I see him. His arm wrapped around her petite as they run in a wave of glittering sea. Her scream of joy is audible through the distance that separates us, and I hate it. How they look so buoyant, and suddenly, all that happy of the average girl just disappears. I pull my hand from Jake, He glances over, and I just know he sees what I see. Him and her. Frolicking like they were the only two people in the world to each other.
His frown replaces his grin. Do we ever frolic? Do we ever play? I don't even know.
"Bell!" he shouts when he sees me, waving his arm through the air, drops of ocean falling across both of them.
"Let's go say hi." I don't even give Jake a choice. He follows as I head down toward the shore.
"Fine."
"Hey, Eddie."
"Where've you been? It's already almost three."
I blush. He gives me that smirk. It's like he can read my mind of dirty and dicks and wet oohs and ahhs. "We were running a little late."
"Yeah, I'm sure."
Alice grabs onto his arm, her little fingers barely able to wrap completely around his muscle. "Eddie. I like that."
He laughs and so do I. He hates it. He knows it. I know it. But I still call him that. Because we're best friends and have been for almost ever. "Sorry, babe. Only Bell gets to call me that."
"Oh." We all notice the pretty little frown she gives him.
"Don't be sad," he says, wrapping his arms around her waist and swinging her in watery circles until she's laughing. "I've got no choice in the matter. She's my best friend."
She looks over, and I'm can't sure, but I think there's a sort of rage in her eyes when she does, but then she's grabbing his neck, pulling him down until their lips are meeting. That's when Jake pulls me away, and I follow willingly. There are some things I can only handle so much of.
It isn't until just before the sun is about to set when I see them again. I should have known better. Twilight seems to be their thing as he kisses down her neck until he's worshipping the lines on her stomach, his fingers continuing past, diving in where she's wet and needy for him, touching until she's moaning so loud.
He whispers, "Fuck, you're beautiful."
She replies on a sigh, "Edward, I love you."
I run away as fast as I can before I can hear what he says back.
I find Jake, or rather, Jake finds me, walking along where the sand and ocean meet. I sink where the waves take the beach away from me, and I almost half wish they would take me away as well. What did he say to her? I shouldn't have run. But could I have handled it? Hearing his love for another girl?
"Hey. What are you doing?"
"Nothing. Just taking a break from all the partyness."
He smiles and he actually is very handsome, especially here underneath the moonlight. Would Edward be jealous? To see his best friend whispering words of love to another boy? Somewhere, deep inside of his heart, does he care for me, love me, as much I care for him, love him?
"Yeah. It was getting a bit crazy back there, huh?"
I smile, taking his hand and pulling him along. I should let him do what Edward did to Alice. Let him pull me to the sand. Let him put his lips, his fingers, his tongue on my skin. It's what a good girlfriend would do, right? Lay on the shore, our legs tangled in the water as our tongues dance against lips wet with salt. He'd whisper words into my ear as my fingers dip below his waistline, pushing his shorts down until the top of his rear is visible to the glittering white light.
We'd push and pull in the wide open area, drunk on alcohol and the touches of each other until he kisses down, past my neck, my shoulders, my breasts, and then my tummy as his fingers dance along my waistband before diving deeper against where I call him, rubbing and stretching until I'm moaning out my desire.
It's what a good girlfriend would do, so I stop, pulling him into my arms. He dips his head, so I stand on my tiptoes until we're kissing, sweet and soft with the water playing at our feet. I lead him with my lips to our knees where he sweeps me off my legs, laying me onto my back, his fingers digging into the sand near my head as he covers my body with his.
"I want you," I whisper against his open mouth.
"What? Right here?"
"Yeah."
The smile he gives me could rival the one of the moon it's that magnificent. "Okay."
His lips are soft against my neck as his fingers are gentle on my breasts, tugging my bikini aside, rubbing where I'm already so hard. For him. This boy. Who deserves my everything. And for the first time I think maybe I can give it to him. Maybe I can love him like he loves me. After all, with the way Edward looks at Alice, with the way he smiles and touches and whispers in her ear, he'll never be mine. But this boy can be.
"Touch me, Jake."
"Fuck," he whispers, slipping even further down—though I'm not sure if he meant to say it out loud—until his hot breath warms the lines on my stomach, but then he's kissing me with his tongue, the slippery wet drawing pictures across my skin, and I don't care. He can say whatever the fuck he wants. Especially with his fingers pushing aside the band so close to where I'm aching so much. They slip down past my skin and into flesh that sighs with his touch.
First swirling so delicately where I'm so sensitive and then dipping into where I'm so hot. Curving perfectly as if he's beckoning right at that spot, pushing against the bumpy sponginess that makes me scream his name because it feels that good. Maybe he is beckoning. Calling for me to find my completion. To fall against all this pleasure he gives to me.
He glances up through hooded eyes and long eyelashes, the desire flashing across all that darkness. And for a second, just a brief second, I see green instead of brown. And I hate and yet love how even now he can't leave me alone while I'm loving another boy.
"I love you, Bella," he says, but his breath catches at the end, and what I hear is, "Bell."
And that's all that it takes—that and the briefest second ever—as I lift my hips up and down in time with his thrusts where his fingers are so loud against my wetness, my moans lost in the humid night air. Or at least I wish they were because when I finally do come, gushing against his hand, it's his name and not Jake's I say.