Welcome back to Suave Secrets! Enjoy this chapter, which takes place in October. An entire month has passed since we last heard from Bella and Edward.
"Belief means not wanting what is true." – Friedrich Nietszche
Edward
Bella and I didn't enjoy each other like we did for those two days. I could tell Bella didn't want to be with me so much, but she did out of obligation anyway. She was always polite and kind, never mean like she used to be, but she wasn't as enthusiastic.
Even at rehearsals I could tell she was holding back. She wasn't as into it as she was at the tryout. We never did the kissing scenes either. Ms. Wallace said she'd save those for last.
I was anxiously waiting for those rehearsals. Maybe I could put some fire back in Bella's spirit if I kissed her again. Besides that, I simply wanted to kiss her. I haven't even looked at another girl since really seeing Bella for the first time.
Life became increasingly busy, even if I was grounded. I had football, drama, tutoring, babysitting Des, homework, and my mom's never ending 'To Do' list. And on top of all that, I spent a great deal of time trying to find the path to Bella's house.
Every Saturday after breakfast, Des and I would go for a walk through the woods, trying to get to the other side. We've ended up at the foot of the mountains, a clearing, and an old, rickety house, but not Bella's yet. But I would find her eventually.
Jasper was getting closer and closer to the Brandon girl, and I felt like I was losing him as a friend. He even started eating lunch at Bella's table instead of mine. There were practically no other boys that I could tolerate in this school, not that any of them would risk coming to the Cullen side of the school.
Rosalie, however, was trying to get closer to me, which was okay, I guess. I thought she was with that Royce guy from Port Angeles, but she told me she was through with "that cunt." Now she practically followed me everywhere. When I was at the Gym in Forks, so was she. When I went to pick up Des from playschool or a friend's house, she decided to come along, too.
"I hardly ever get to see Des," she'd whine. "Come on, Edward."
And, I'd give in, because I wasn't a huge fan of thinking that I had no friend's left.
Des and I were having our usual Saturday morning breakfast of Lucky Charms together in the kitchen.
Des primly set her spoon down beside her puddle of spilled milk.
"Edwawd, why don't Wose come wit us when we go in da woods?" Des asked, her brown eyes full of curiosity.
"Rose wouldn't like coming in the woods with us, Des," I answered, leaving my spoon beside my bowl. "She's a sissy, remember?"
"Wight, wight," Des murmured with a nod. "Awe you datin' Wose?"
I dropped my spoon this time in shock.
"No, Des!" I exclaimed. "I would never date Rosalie! Why would you ask something like that?"
Des shrugged nonchalantly. "She wooks at you funny, wike she was gunna gwab you by da eaws and kiss youw face off."
My eyes bulged. How could I have not caught that kind of look? Rosalie couldn't like me like that. We've been friends since forever, for Christ's sake!
"Oh," was my brilliant response to Des's observations.
Des nodded, chewing and swallowing a mouthful of Lucky Charms. "I fink you and Miss Bewwa should date though, Edwawd. She's my favouwite giwl in da whole wide wowld. You should have seen hew at pwayscoo on Fuwsday. She did a dance fow us dwessed wike a cwown!" Des giggled in her high-pitched laugh.
I smirked. "Maybe I should come to play school with you one of these times and see Miss Bella do all this crazy stuff, huh?"
Des gave me a wide-eyed smile. "Weawwy, Edwawd? You'd do that? Miss Bewwa would pwobably wike some help. There awe some bad boys at scoo."
I considered it for a second. What a perfect time to talk to Bella. She'd have to remain civil in front of all the kids, and with Des there, I was sure to get plenty of one-on-one time.
"Yeah, I think I will come with you on Thursday, Des," I decided with a smile. "Now let's go for a walk."
"What I love about my wife is that she's a really strong-minded, stubborn, fiery woman. I find that sexier than anything else." – Christian Bale
Bella
I had somehow managed to distance myself from Edward for an entire month. Don't ask me how I've lasted this long, because, quite frankly, I don't know either.
The more time I spent with Edward, the more I could see myself being with him. Not just sexually, but in an actual relationship, like one that leads to love and trust and time spent together.
And the more I thought about it, the more I wanted it, and I knew I couldn't have it. It all came back to our dad's fighting. I shouldn't have to abandon my family or make Edward abandon his for us to be together. That was selfish and I wouldn't do it.
But I wanted to so badly.
I rolled onto my stomach, shaking my head and trying to concentrate on my Biology. We had a test tomorrow, and I was pretty nervous.
I seriously considered phoning Edward for help. I mean, it was two o'clock on a Sunday. What else would he be doing?
I tapped my pen against my bed and glanced at the cordless phone. I knew Dad had the number saved on there somewhere just in case he needed to yell at Dr. Cullen for something.
I grabbed it and flipped through the contact's list to Cullen. The number flashed by, tempting me to just press "Talk." I pursed my lips. No one would be at my house until seven anyway. That would leave us plenty of time to talk. Er, study.
I pressed "Talk" and pressed the phone to my ear, butterflies fluttering around in my stomach.
"Hewwo?" a childish voice answered.
I smiled, recognizing Des's speech impediment immediately. "Hey, Des, it's Miss Bella. Is your brother home?"
There was silence and then Des screamed, "Edwawd! Miss Bewwa's on da phone! Pick uuuuuup!"
I stifled a giggle.
"Bella?" Edward answered.
"Yeah, it's me," I sighed. "I'm freaking out about this Bio test. Do you wanna come to my place and help me? I mean, if you're not busy or anything..."
"No, no, that's perfect...ly fine with me," Edward assured me awkwardly. "I'll be there in five minutes."
"'Kay, see you in five," I murmured, pressing "End" after.
The butterflies started flying faster in my stomach. Edward fucking Cullen was coming to my house. And we would be all alone. And I kind of didn't want to study.
I shook my head, mentally scolding myself for thinking such a thing.
I picked up my books and practically flew down the stairs, elated by the idea of Edward walking through my front door.
God, I was a weird child. I had to remember to ask Mom whether I had been dropped when I was a baby.
I was grateful that I was wearing jeans instead of sweat pants, like I usually did on Sunday's. I pulled my hair back with a pencil and I, of course, had my nerdy glasses on. One more month and then I could get the God damn contacts.
There was a knock at the door and I felt like I was going to throw up.
I forced myself to walk to the door and open it with a forced, timid smile, looking at Edward's runners instead of his face.
"Hey, thanks for coming," I croaked, way beyond nervous now.
"It's my tutorial duty," Edward replied with a chuckle.
I let him in, still not glancing at him.
I led him into the kitchen where my books were waiting. I sat down and he sat beside me. He immediately started explaining what he knew I'd have trouble with. I watched his long fingers point to important words and diagrams, trying to get me to understand. I nodded occasionally so he's keep talking. God, his voice was sexy.
I finally allowed myself a glance at Edward's face. I had to stifle an aroused moan. He looked serious, but still playful.
"Can we just talk?" I blurted. "About...not Biology or English or Shakespeare?"
Edward looked at me, confused.
"More specifically about us," I clarified, my eyes darting around nervously.
Edward let out a sigh and his face relaxed.
"I thought you'd never ask," he admitted with a crooked smile.
"I'm sorry," I began, "for avoiding you for the past month. I just felt bad, because for us to be friends, that would mean we'd have to hurt our dad's and I could go without doing that."
Edward's face flashed with pain for a second, but he covered it quickly.
"At the same time," I continued slowly, "I don't think I can ever go back to hating you, Edward. Or even just being polite. I want to be your friend, Edward."
He thought about it and I waited for an answer anxiously.
"Are we being absolutely honest with each other right now?" he asked. I nodded. "Well, then, I can honestly say that I want more than your friendship, Bella."
My jaw fell slack. He-he wanted me, too? How...why? Why would he want his enemy? How could he feel the same way I do?
"Edward, I–" I started.
But he interrupted. "Bella–"
"No, Edward," I continued. "I don't think I could do that."
His face hardened. "Is it because of our dad's? They shouldn't matter, Bella."
"Edward, it's more than that–"
"Whatever," he muttered, standing up angrily. "You're practically a virgin anyway."
Then I got angry.
"Excuse me?" I asked, standing up as well. "Do you want to say that to my face, Cullen?"
He turned back to me, smirking tauntingly. "More specifically, you would be a shitty lay, Swan."
I shook my head, walking closer to him. "Cullen, I may be a naive girl when it comes to sex, but that doesn't mean I don't have a few tricks up my sleeves. I could make you cum like that." I snapped my fingers.
"Oh yeah?" he scoffed. "Prove it."
I was taken by surprise. "I don't think–"
Edward snorted. "Typical. All talk, no show."
I pursed my lips angrily. I'd show him.
"Fine," I hissed. "Follow me."
I stomped up the stairs and into my room and Edward followed me.
"Sit," I demanded, pointing to my bed, taking my glasses off and setting them on my desk.
Edward sat down with a tantalizing smile, challenging me to live up to my word.
I knelt in front of him, my fingers clumsily undoing his belt and jeans. He lifted his ass of my bed and helped me pull down his pants and boxers.
I stifled a gasp. The rumours were true. He had a huge cock.
I put my hands on his thighs, leaning in closer to his hard member. I blew lightly on the tip, causing the pre-cum to emerge.
I raised an eyebrow and looked up at Edward. His eyes were already closed. Fuck, this would be easy.
I licked the tip, swirling my salvia and his cum around generously. Edward groaned quietly above me.
I licked his cock from base to tip, revelling in the fact that I was living out one of my darkest fantasies right now.
I took as much of him as I could in my mouth, vacuuming my mouth shut on his cock. I grabbed what I couldn't fit in my mouth with my hand. I picked a slow speed to torture Edward a bit. Make him beg for me to fuck him with my mouth.
My extra hand gently squeezed Edward's balls, making him start talking.
"Jesus, Bella," he groaned, fisting his hands in my hair, making the pencil fall to the ground.
I started going faster and that made Edward moan and tug harder at my hair.
I was letting my own pleasure override me, and I accidentally took too much of Edward's cock in my mouth, causing me to gag.
"Fuck," Edward moaned. "You're amazing, Bella. You're so fucking amazing."
My own arousal was overwhelming as Edward's dick twitched in my mouth before he orgasmed, spilling himself into my mouth. I sucked the cocky bastard dry.
I wiped my mouth and stood up, still angry at Edward's accusations.
I was about to start bragging, but Edward pulled me to him, and devoured my mouth, plunging his tongue into my mouth.
And I kissed back. God, did I ever kiss back. Edward laid down and I was flush on top of him, my hands finally brushing through his soft, chaotic locks of hair.
I broke away from his mouth, still angry.
"Get out," I growled, standing up.
"What?" he asked, dazed and confused.
"Get. Out," I demanded, pointing to the door.
I noticed his cock getting a bit harder. He was turned on by my bossy side? Interesting...
Edward quickly did up his pants and stood up, still in a post-coital daze.
"Bella," he murmured.
"I told you I could make you cum, and you helped me with my Bio, so we're done here," I informed him. "I'll see you tomorrow at school and then we're going to practice our kissing scenes, 'cause Lord knows Ms. Wallace doesn't want another scene like that happening in her rehearsals."
Edward gave me a weird look. "'Kay..."
I pointed at the door again.
"See you tomorrow, I guess," he mumbled, leaving my room.
I heard the stairs squeak under his weight, the door closed quietly, and his Volvo start. Only then did I let myself relax. I fell onto my bed, the exact place that I had just give Edward a fucking blow job in.
I groaned and hid my face with my hands. What was I thinking? Oh yeah, let's give Edward a God damn blow job just to prove that I can make him come! Yeah! Sounds fucking fantastic!
Idiot.
He wouldn't tell. I knew he wouldn't tell, so I wasn't worried about that. What I was worried about was the fact that I wanted to do it again! I wanted to control Edward with a simple flick of my tongue and tasted him in my mouth. And, I'd be a damn dirty liar if I said I didn't want him to do the same to me.
Oh, please, Edward, won't you fuck me with your tongue?
Might as well call him up again to study for a non-existent English pop quiz tomorrow to see if his smart ass tongue is as good at making me cum as it at making me mad.
"Bella Swan, you are a smitten retard," I murmured aloud from behind my hands.
And it was true. I was falling for Edward Cullen. And that scared me and elated me at the same time.
I wondered if he was feeling the same...
This is one of those monumental scenes in the series. I had this scene mapped out before I posted the prologue.
Alright, alright, before you start freaking out because Bella dove right into a blowie, just know this. If some guy said that I'd be a shitty lay and I didn't know fuck all about sex, I'd probably prove myself. Especially if this guy was someone I'd like to bang anyway. Think about it, ladies and gentlemen. If Peter Facinelli walked up to you and said, "Prove to me that you can make me cum." would you not jump all over that fine piece of ass? I damn well would. (Sorry, Jenny Garth. You're back burner in my fantasies.)
And, I know it's sorta cliché to have Edward with a giant cock, but whatevs. My Edward has a giant cock that Bella likes having in and around her mouth. And not every girl has a giant mouth, y'know? I mean, mine's freakishly large. I can fit my whole fist in my mouth, but I'm sure not everyone's mouth can be that big. Give my Bella a break! (And, P.S., apparently guys like it when girls gag on them? I dunno, that's just the general consensus from my guy friends...)
Oh, Christian Bale. You looked so good on "The Dark Knight". I want you to come save me from...something, and then kiss me like a maniac. Sorry, I just have a sad obsession with Batman. I even have a Batman tongue ring, for Christ's sake.
Has anyone watched the show "Third Rock from the Sun"? Go kick yourself if you haven't. Fucking best TV show from the 1990's-2000's. It has John Lithgow, who is like a comedic God to me, and some other very, very hilarious people. But, John Lithgow definitely takes the cake. And when Des says "Hewwo?" when she picks up the phone, I imagine John Lithgow talking like that to Mary Albright (I don't know her real name, that's her character's name). And, fuck, do I ever laugh. Google it. You won't regret it.
And that's that! Anyone interested in Betaing for me for Suave Secrets? 'Cause I always get so damn excited when I type this chapters, and sometimes I fuck up. So, if you're interested, or if you have a super Beta that'd be willing to help me, lemme know.
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