Edward's POV
Respecting Jacob's wish to not listen to his thoughts is torturous.
It's not like reading minds has an off button. I wish it did, but that's not the case.
Being crammed in my car with him for hours on end, it's difficult to hold my tongue and not comment on his crazy thoughts, but I respect his desire. Even after we have made up, I'm still not allowed to do what I want most.
He's taking advantage of this truce, thinking dirty things. Since our gas station stop this morning, he's been imagining what we'll do once we reach our destination. As the day progresses, his mind is conjuring more and more obscene activities when we will unpack.
The problem is is his erotic thoughts are having an effect on my dormant body. I'm not sure I can keep driving. I can't even focus on the road, and my eyes keep rolling back when he imagines us naked and united.
"Jacob!" I moan. I pull into the safety lane and turn on the hazard lights.
"What are you doing?" he asks, turning to stare at me.
"You have two options," I tell him in a hoarse voice I don't recognize as mine.
Listening… He says in his head.
"One: get in the backseat and sleep. It's late. Or two: stop thinking of us like that! I'm losing my mind!"
"Or we could try three," he says with a huge smile.
"Three is not an option. Wait. Three?" I frown. There was no three in my list.
"Three…" Jacob unbuckles his seatbelt and leans over the console—one hand on my leg, one unbuckling my own seatbelt. "I could teach you how to relieve some of this tension." The hand which unsnapped my seatbelt goes to my growing problem, tracing a finger over it. I shiver, letting my head fall back against the top of the seat. "I won't even touch you if you don't want," he breathes into my ear, licking the shell and sticking his tongue in my ear. It's so hot and wet, earning a loud growl from me.
I'm not sure what's happening to me, but it seems my lower stomach hurts, and my muscles are tightening up. My jeans are tented, and I fear they'll rip under the pressure.
Let go, Edward, he insists in a sultry tone. Let me make you feel good.
Defeated, I let my hands fall from the steering wheel as I sag into my seat.
"Help me," I whimper pathetically. "It hurts."
I know. I know. It's a good kind of hurt.
I moan in protest when he returns to his seat.
"Look at me and do as I do," Jacob commands.
His hands fall to the button of his jeans and I mirror him; unbuttoning and unzipping then opening the denim to pull the erection out.
I want to comment on keeping the jeans on, but I listen to him.
"Now, I don't know if you need any lubrication or anything, but I need it. So spit on your palm, then wrap your dick in the saliva-coated hand."
I'm about to comment that I don't have saliva, only venom which pools in my mouth when I'm thirsty. Though, I stop on time, realizing being turned on has my mouth filled with venom.
Following his instructions, I do as told, though I'm skeptical.
Oh, sweet Jesus! I moan loudly when my hand grips my erection.
Feel good? Jake chuckles.
I turn to stare at him, and the pressure in my lower stomach amplifies. The sight of him stroking himself is out of this world. I can't stop staring. He's so different than me.
Besides his skin being darker, which makes that part of him more dark than the rest of him, there's the foreskin which makes him look larger. I can tell he's somewhat shorter than me, but compensates in girth—it's so fat.
"Stroke yourself, Edward," he whispers. "You're so beautiful."
I moan, gripping myself tighter as I move my hand up and down. I've seen it too many times in my head not to know what I'm doing. The problem is I always thought of masturbating as something cheap that only low men did.
"Run your thumb over the head."
I give him a confused look, before doing so. Holy shit! I growl at the new sensation. On my next rub, a drop of something clear oozes out of my erection.
What's that?
"Fuuuuck!" Jacob groans, staring at my groin. His own hand is moving faster, and I can see clear fluid—much like mine—oozing out of him, too. It seems to help with lubricating. "Keep rubbing!" He gasps, not taking his eyes off my hand.
He's engulfed in his personal pleasure, and desperate to see me have my own pleasure.
I start doing what feels good. Every time my hand reaches the velvet head, I twist my wrist and liquid drops from the eye. My hips buck on their own accord. All my muscles lock up, my legs are stretched out, my hand moving at lightening speed—all my focus is on the pleasure this friction creates.
Already? I catch his startled thoughts. Of course, it's your first time.
I can't even be upset or embarrassed, because the tightening in my stomach uncoils and a pleasant warmth engulfs my body. My muscles relax. My erection twitches violently in my hand before long spurts of semen cover the steering wheel, the side window, and one even gets the celling.
It's messy.But for the first time, I don't even care the state Elisa is in. I've never been so tranquil.
Jake's grunts grab my attention. He's still rubbing himself, eyes on my dick. It doesn't seem to want to go back to its initial state, staying hard and heavy in my hand. I rub my thumb over the side, shivering at the intense feeling.
That's it! He shouts in his head, his whole body seizing up. I'm afraid he's going to snap in half at how strained his muscles are, then his hips buck in the air a few times—large spurts erupt from him, landing on the windshield.
"Fuck, man," he groans, slouching in the seat.
I have an overwhelming urge to kiss him. Not thinking twice, I lift a little and turn toward him, cupping his cheek and descending for a much needed kiss. He devours my mouth, grunting and moaning, his hands tugging at my hair.
Dude, you can get pulled over for that shit! I hear Emmett shouting as his truck zooms by my car. Wait, you're already pulled over. Still, get dressed and wait till home. It's not pretty to explain to the cops.
He's truly concerned, which is rare for Emmett.
"Thanks, Emmett," I say gratefully after parting from Jake.
What the hell? Jake stares at me in anger.
I press my finger to his lips. "Emmett just passed us. He saw us and suggests we get dressed so we don't get caught by the police."
"Oh, I see." Way to ruin the moment, though.
I quickly fasten up my jeans as best as I can, then take his hand in mine. "That was the best experience of my existence," I confess.
He smirks and moves our joined hands to his softened dick. "I can't wait to have a truly awesome experience—together."
"When we arrive." Slipping my hand from his, I take sanitizers from the glove compartment and clean around after us. It amuses him, but now that the lust haze is gone, I realize I've dirtied my pure, untouched Elisa. Ungh.
And I'll do it again for the unadulterated pleasure I experienced minutes ago.
I decide to continue driving toward our destination with a newfound urge in mind. Jacob crawls in the back of the car for his much needed sleep. Of course, his dreams are filled with our recent activities, slowly turning into more explicit ones.
I wonder why he always sees me as the bottom. Maybe it's the Alpha male within—knowing only how to dominate, because when I imagine us alone, naked, like that, I think of him as the bottom.
Seeing his vivid dream, I come to understand he may be right. I don't see myself bending him over like that. The idea of having him fill me like that is enough for one of my hands to leave the steering wheel. The heel of my palm presses against the bulge in my jeans and I sigh in relief. It's better, if only for a fraction of second.
My body has a mind of its own, now that I've given into temptation and touched myself in the most intimate way.
It's so wrong! I shout at myself as my fingers work the zipper without my brain's accord.
Then I catch a glimpse of Jacob's dream. We're on a bed, and he's pounding into me, making the springs squeak and groan under our combined weight.
I can't fight off the urge to touch myself—it's too strong, overpowering rational thought.
.
.
.
I stop only once during the night for gas, before driving toward our destination like the wind. I'm aware Elisa will hate me for weeks after this beat-up, because I can hear the engine making funny noises, but I need to get to our new house.
I need to feel Jacob's naked skin against mine like in his dreams.
Also, the whole way, my left hand seems glued to my aching dick. By the time he arouses from sleep midday, I've jerked off fifty times. I'm a royal mess, and I'm beyond being ashamed.
His nose immediately picks up the scent of my arousal. Practicing? He wonders silently.
I grunt, my balls drawing up at the sound of his voice, even if it's just an echo inside my head.
No way! He sits up in the back seat and leans over my shoulder, gasping loudly when he sees my hand—a blur on my erection.
"God, Jacob!" I moan, turning my head to kiss him.
What have you done? He asks stupefied, repeating in his mind what he saw moments ago. The bottom of my shirt, my lap, the steering wheel, all my surrounding area covered in cum.
"I can't stop!" I snap at him, gripping the bottom of my erection as it swells in my fist. "FUCK!" I roar when white substance flies out, landing on my shirt.
"Well, lucky you're a vamp. Otherwise, you'd be exhausted. I still can't believe… You're catching up on a hundred years of abstinence." He laughs in my ear.
Dammit! His hot breath fanning over my ear is not helping my perpetual state of arousal. "Jake, stop," I beg him.
He licks at the column of my throat, my earlobe, my jaw, slowly inching his hand between the front seats. When his large, scorching hot palm wraps around my shaft, I growl deep in my chest, slamming the brakes. Faster than lighting, I crawl in the backseat and press him into the bench, kissing him like there's no tomorrow. He responds greedily, bucking into me. His hand is still stroking me. I work to unbutton his jeans, but he grabs my wrist.
No, Edward. You'll regret this.
"I need you!" I whine.
Jacob cups my cheek, stroking it. The gesture loosens my nerves immensely. I know, angel. I want you, too. We have to wait a few more hours. Can you do that?
I pout, but my heart swells at the sound of his nickname for me.
Playing dirty is my thing, so I use his own nickname. "Please, darling," I beg into his ear, kissing his throat, and licking at his Adam's apple.
No!
His loud command echoes in my head.
"I'll make you come now, then you'll be a good boy for the rest of the drive."
I nod dutifully.
Sit up.
We maneuver around until he's sitting too, his back resting against the back of the seat and I'm on his lap.
We can try something new, but you need to promise to be good. His eyes are serious, and I understand I have to be on my best behavior.
I grin victoriously when he unfastens his jeans, but instead of pushing mine over my ass, he drags me closer to him. Our erections touch. We both shiver and moan. Spitting into his palm, he holds it up for me to do the same. Suddenly unsure, I give him some of my venom uneasily, not knowing how it will affect him. But then, when he presses his wet hand to our dicks, I jerk into him, my forehead falling onto his shoulder.
That's it. Just feel, angel. Feel how good we are together.
My whole being centers once again on that primal need in my gut. The feeling of our erections rubbing against the other is nothing compared to my hand. I want to feel his warm, velvety dick against mine all the time.
"Easy, Edward!" Jake grabs my hips with one hand when I start pushing into him and bouncing on his lap. I need more.
I whine into his shoulder, pushing faster into his fist. He swells against me, and I know he's close, too. When Jacob's hand strokes my ass cheek slowly, before gently rubbing one finger between them, I'm gone. My muscles lock up, my back strains, my head throws back, and I make the most animalistic sounds I've heard myself utter in my entire existence. I cover his taut stomach with my semen, while he adds to the mess on my t-shirt.
He rips the soiled piece of clothing from my body, cleaning himself before chucking it away on the floor of the car.
Sighing in content, I feel sated for the first time in hours. I lean forward and press my chest to his, resting my cheek against his shoulder and nuzzling into his pulse point. I still remember his atrocious, putrid wet dog smell, and I can't believe how that has changed. Now, he smells like fresh rain, like sunshine.
"Jeez, my leech is a cuddler." He hugs me tightly, kissing my hair.
I frown. "Don't turn Alice's words into truth."
Huh?
"I hope you won't make a habit of calling me leech in an affectionate way. Or I might change darling to mutt."
"No way! You're my angel, Edward. Though, if I call you leech out loud or in my head, it will never be an insult."
I nod, pressing my lips to his beating pulse in his throat. It makes me feel alive.
"Should we get back on the road?" he asks some time later.
"Would you like to drive?" I'm shocked by my own offer. I never allow anyone to drive Elisa. Alice is the only exception, but it saved precious time when I stayed at Bella's. Last year seems like decades ago.
"Sure thing!"
We take two clean shirts from the bags in the trunk and continue our journey.
Some hours later, on a bathroom break for Jacob, I check my phone and see a missed text message. It's from a few hours ago, Carlisle wondering where we are. I know he's just checking in with everyone, but I feel like a child when he does that. I type a quick reply, explaining we might be at the destination by nightfall. Only a few hours separate us from Lynchburg, Virginia.