Chapter 22: Q & A and You've Got to be Fucking Kidding Me
***EDWARD***
We were silent as we dressed, casting furtive glances at each other as bare skin was unfortunately covered. My body was still trembling from the force of my release and I was pleased to see Bella's hand shake as I handed her articles of her clothing. Her mouth was swollen and her cheeks reddened from the scrape of my stubble. Her hair was hanging wildly around her shoulders and I congratulated myself on her "freshly fucked" look as I followed her up the stairs.
Lost in my own musings and mental visuals, I didn't notice Bella stop in the kitchen doorway as I plowed into her from behind nearly knocking her off her feet as I reached out to steady us both. The shocked look on her face is overshadowed by the strangled cat sound accompanied by excited barks in a strange duet.
Emmett has Jake's two front paws and is dancing around the kitchen singing loudly. I say singing in the loosest term of the word. Some people just shouldn't attempt Def Lepard ever and hearing this big oaf of a man scream "Pour Some Sugar on Me" to Bella's dog is causing some real swift brain damage.
"Emmett…Em…MCCARTHY!" My yell finally does the trick and he stops and looks toward us quizzically. "Man, what the fuck are you doing?"
"Jesus, Eddie, you're supposed to be the smart one. I'm dancing with Jake, dumbass." He quips and belts out the chorus.
"Em….Em….EMMETT!" He stops singing (thank all that's holy) and Jake licks his face as he stalks off to his food bowl. "Why?" Is all I ask, a seemingly righteous question I think?
"Why not?" Emmett replies simply as if he's just explained the meaning of life. God love him, for Emmett, it is that simple. He looks like a mountain and is mean as fuck when you get on his bad side, but most of the time he's just a big softie who loves to laugh, have fun and be a big pain in my ass. You gotta love him.
"With that grand explanation, I need a shower." I walk toward the stairs looking over my shoulder and meeting Bella's wide eyed gaze. "You coming?" I ask as my voice lowers and there's no mistaking the look in my eyes. She nods minutely and follows with a soft smile on her lips.
"Jesus, Eddie, give it rest already. You're gonna fuck the skin off of it and then you're going to be left with a sore peter. I hate sore peter syndrome. It hurts like a bitch, you can't even beat off. Well, you could if you're into pain. Are you into pain, Eddie? You'd think I'd know this about you after all these years. I mean a little pain is ok, like when Rosie spanks me. That's hot. I mean it isn't for everyone, but damn it makes me hard as a fucking rock, ya know?"
Oh God, he's started with the verbal diarrhea. That means he's hiding something and judging by the way he's shifting from foot to foot it's something that is going to piss me off. He's so predictable.
"What is it, Em?" I ask, bracing myself for the news. The last time this happened was after I got shot and Carlisle left it up to him to break it to me that I was on desk duty for six weeks. That time I learned that he liked his asshole licked. Something's you should never know about your partner….ever!
"What do you mean? I'm not hiding anything. Just because I'm talking a lot doesn't mean that I'm hiding something. You know, Edward, you lack trust. I mean, you'd think after I've had your back for years now, that you would trust me. But, noooo, you still think everyone's keeping something from you. I think you should see a therapist and mention your anger issues. Keeping all that shit inside you isn't good for you man. It makes you an asshole and I read somewhere it can shrink your jewels eventually. I mean—"
"Emmett, shut the fuck up and tell me already!" I curse and grip the countertop just knowing I'm going to hate this.
"MeandRosiearegoingtotheclubw ithyouguystonight." I have to mentally break down the garble that escapes. My eyes widen when it hits me what he actually said.
"No…..fuck….NO! Carlisle won't allow—"I sputter and begin to pace.
"He said it was okay as long as Rosie kept me muzzled." Emmett mumbles, biting his lip and wringing his hands.
"Carlisle has lost his fucking mind. Emmett, Rose isn't undercover she doesn't know-" I stop as Emmett's deadpan stare says it all.
"Fuck, Emmett, you told her? What am I saying? Of course, you told her. How is she okay with this? Why does she even want to?" My eyes widen with realization. "Oh my God, you guys are into this shit aren't you?"
"No…well, not fully. We play around a bit, but she's curious and hell, so am I. She just thought it could keep the home fires burning a little brighter and since it isn't the Volturi's club Carlisle said it was okay. C'mon Edward, it'll be fun." Emmett lowers his head and gives me the "puppy dog" eyes. Fuck. My. Life.
"Emmett, so help me God if she even—"
"She won't."
"If you even breathe a word of this at the office—"
"I won't."
"If I even once see your naked ass tonight—"
"You might." He says with a cheeky grin. This can only end badly. I just know it.
**xoxoxoxoxo**
"Age you lost your virginity?" She asks as we stand beneath the shower's spray. Bella suggested 20 sexual questions to get to know each other better. I smirked and reminded her that I just tattooed her cervix with my jizz, which earned me a DiNozzo smack to the back of the head.
"15. Maggie McDonnell in the confessional during lunchtime Mass." I grinned at the memory. God bless those little easy access Catholic uniform skirts. I sputter as the water-filled loofah-thingy smacks me in the face. I clear my eyes to see the frustrated glare of one beautiful woman.
"What?! It was her idea, damnit. I was innocent in the whole thing." I smirk at her. "You?"
"20. Seth, a fellow Probie in training." She shifts on her feet, obviously nervous.
"Mmmm….did he use his nightstick?" I couldn't resist and trap her hands in mine against my chest as she screeches in outrage.
"Now, now hellcat. Nothing wrong with being choosy and waiting. I commend you for it. Honestly." I rub our entwined hands through the suds on our chests. Damn!
"First blowjob." Bella said, looking up through black sooty lashes.
"Turn." I murmur and lather up her gorgeous locks. "Lauren Mallory. 15. In the janitor's closet during homeroom. I came in her mouth and she puked on me." We both laugh softly. "You?"
"Sam Davis. 17. On my parents couch while watching MTV and my parents were upstairs asleep and if he would've came in my mouth I would've bit his dick off." She chuckles and raises her eyebrow in a wicked look.
"You didn't swallow back then, huh? I feel privileged." I turn her by her shoulders and tilt her head back washing the lather from her hair.
"I've….I've never swallowed before you." That succulent lip is trapped by her white teeth and the innocent look in her eyes makes me gasp.
"Thank you." I say simply, running my hands through her wet clean hair. She nods silently and she turns us until my back is in the spray. Her hands push on my shoulders until I crouch to let her hands shampoo my hair.
I can't hold back the moan as her little fingers scrub at my scalp. My fingers tighten on her waist holding me still in my precarious position. She talks softly as she works her voice velvet smooth and sexy. "Favorite position?"
"Ummm…there are several. Doggy for the deepness and primal quality. Missionary for the closeness and the ability to see your facial expressions. But, my very favorite, is having you on top riding me. Seeing your head thrown back and your breasts bouncing as you take what you need. That is my favorite." My eyes open as her hands slick back over my hair and I see her face staring down on me. Her mouth slightly opened as her tongue swipes against her lip.
I stand to full height and capture her lips on my way up. She whimpers into my mouth as our tongues tangle in a frenzied dance. My hands slide over her water-drenched skin, skimming over heated flesh. Her hips arch wantonly breezing up my erection that twitches toward her seeking her warmth.
"Favorite position?" I grunt as her hands slide over my shoulders and down my back, gripping my ass in her grip and arching more forcefully. Her voice stutters as she whispers, "All of them."
Her shoulders press against the shower wall as the water rains down and a few well-placed hands under her thighs and she's around my waist. Her hand snakes down between us gripping around my length and placing the head between her wet slit. It's been less than an hour since I've been inside her and I'm trembling in excitement to be there again. We both sigh as her body easily accepts mine, sliding down until it's impossible to determine where she ends and I begin.
My hands grip her thighs as she wiggles asking without words for the movement of my hips against hers. "Fuck…anal?" I grit through clenched teeth.
"Shit….not today." She groans as I lift and lower her body over mine.
"No, goddamnit…you're so fucking tight! No, I mean….oh fuck, do you like anal?" I grunt out the words as I feel her soft walls clench against me.
"God…haven't ever….fuck, Edward." She grinds down onto me and it is perfection personified.
"Never? Finger? Nothing? Fuck, that's so good….do you want to?" The feeling of her gripping me so slick and tight nearly has my eyes crossing as the water runs lukewarm.
"Oh shit…right there…right there….don't stop. I dunno maybe." Our movements become erratic, slamming into each other in a frenzy of skin. I feel my balls tighten and the fire spread, licking along my veins, which obviously releases my vocal chords.
"Fuck, Bella, I want to be the first to take your virgin ass. That'd be so fucking amazi-"My voice is cut off by her hand across my mouth. She's fierce in her passion as she seethes.
"Stop. Talking. Fuckkk, don't stop doing that. Shit, Edward…..I'm going…..I'm…." Her eyes roll back as her head hits the shower wall and I feel the elation as she falls apart, body twitching and shaking as she releases.
"Jesus…Fuck….that's it baby. That's it….shit! Fuck, Bella, that's it fucking cum…..God, I…." The words are tumbling from me in a litany of fucked up, but I can't help it. My cock twitches once….twice and explodes as I roar, spilling inside her.
My conscious thought returns after a few seconds as her feet slide down to the floor. We look at each other, breathless as I whisper.
"I think my ass has frostbite."
