Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Twilight characters or any information from the books. Stephenie Meyer owns it. I simply took the characters and some details and adapted them to my own storyline.
Mucho thanks to Lmjohn05 and Teena123 for proofing and offering their help and suggestions. I *heart* you both dearly and I cherish our *Twilight* adventures – no matter how much our husbands complain ;)
On to chapter 2. Enjoy!
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Amid protests from Alice, Edward piled into a taxi with Izzie about 15 minutes later. Alice had pouted about how she couldn't find Emmett, but then Emmett stepped in and Edward stepped out. Izzie did not stop kissing or touching him all the way to her apartment. He kept his hands on her as she opened the door and led him in. His head was swimming with the mixture of her scent, her taste, and the alcohol he had consumed in the last hour and a half. She pushed him onto the large ottoman in the middle of the living room, placing a foot beside his head and unlacing her boot before removing it and doing the same with the other. He leaned up on his elbows and watched as she shimmied out of her pants and top. She wasn't wearing a bra. His breath hitched. She moved to her knees and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them off swiftly with his socks and shoes. She grinned at him as her hands ran up his thighs. Her thumbs circled his upper thighs slowly and she licked her lips, her tongue ring glancing out. She then ran her tongue up his shaft and he grew even harder.
"Time to play," she smiled before bringing him all the way into her mouth. She ran her lips and tongue up the shaft, swirling her tongue around the tip before going back down. The rumors were true; tongue rings were amazing for oral sex. Edward moaned low in his throat and threw his head back. This time when she came back up, she wrapped a hand around his shaft and squeezed. Her other hand cupped his balls, rolling them around gently.
"Fuck," Edward breathed. He opened his eyes and looked at her; she looked at him through her eye lashes and sucked harder before dragging her teeth lightly along his length. He let out a deep moan and fell back onto the ottoman. She ran her tongue ring up his shaft and around the head, concentrating on the v-shape near the tip. Edward moaned and his hips shifted upward. She shifted as well and took him deeper into her mouth. She continued moving up and down on him. His breath was becoming ragged and he knew he couldn't last any longer. Just before he thought he was going to lose it, she took her mouth from him and climbed on top of him. He let out a frustrated moan.
"Calm down," she pulled him up into a sitting position. She kissed him roughly. "Have you been a bad boy?" she asked seductively.
"What?" he was confused.
"I said, have you been a bad boy? Huh?" she pulled his hair.
"Ow!" he said. She pulled again and laughed. It really did hurt, but the hurt was brief and Edward found that he kind of liked it. It could grow on him. He pulled her to him and kissed her roughly and passionately. She growled and pulled his shirt up, roughly removing it from his body. She stood up and removed her panties before pushing him back and climbing on top of him. She leaned up and inched only his tip into her. She looked down at him seductively as she slowly inched downward. Edward growled and pushed his hips upwards roughly. She threw her head back and moaned loudly.
"Damn," she whispered before she leaned back and set the fast rhythm with him. "Oh yes," she repeated, rocking into him. She looked so heavenly bouncing on top of him and Edward tried in vain to hold back his release. He reached up, clutching her breasts and squeezing them roughly. She moaned loudly and clenched around him as she found her release.
"Fuck," Edward whispered before he exploded. She fell onto his chest as both lay there breathing heavily. Edward wrapped his arms around her and began absently stroking her back. She stiffened and hoisted herself up, moving off of him. He drug himself to his elbows and watched her disappear into the bathroom. He sighed heavily and flopped back onto the ottoman. What had he done? He wondered. Minutes later he heard the bathroom door open. He sat up to find her clad in a black tank top and matching shorts; her hair was pulled back haphazardly.
"I take you can find your way out," she said. He blanched.
"I, um, yeah," he stammered.
"Kay," she said before she turned and entered her bedroom, shutting the door and leaving him in shock. Was she really kicking him out? Had he really just had his first one night stand? There wasn't even going to be any awkwardness in the morning. He didn't even have her phone number. He pulled himself off of the ottoman, getting dressed and calling a cab; his head was still swimming with alcohol and sex.
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Edward grimaced as his eyes open the next morning and sunlight streamed through the bedroom window. He'd had the cab driver drop him at Emmett and Alice's house since it was closer than his own place. He just wanted the closest bed to fall into and, since he couldn't fall into Izzie's, he'd ended up in the guest room that housed all of the sports memorabilia that Alice wouldn't let Emmett put in the living room.
"Edward, you alive, buddy?" Emmett knocked on the door.
"Yeah," Edward mumbled.
"Alice is making hash browns and eggs."
"Kay," Edward groaned. He rolled over and pushed himself out of bed. His head spun. He paused before making his way slowly to the guest bathroom to find some pain killers for his headache. He looked in the mirror and made a face. He looked as bad as he felt. He opened the medicine cabinet and popped some aspirin before staring at his reflection. He could still smell Izzie on his skin and taste her on his tongue. He couldn't believe how drawn to her he had been and how insignificant she had made him feel. Shouldn't it be the other way around? He sighed heavily before trudging into the kitchen. Normally he shoveled in anything that Alice cooked. This morning his stomach wanted to shrink away and hide.
"Morning, glory," Alice smiled as she shoveled hash browns onto his plate. He looked at her. "Well, I see you woke up here, so last night must not have been worth the fuss you made at the bar."
"Leave it be, Alice," he grumbled.
"Ooo, alcohol plus mediocre sex makes for a grouchy Edward," she patted his head as she sat down at the table with him and Emmett.
"The sex was not mediocre – as if it's any of your business," Edward said. Emmett laughed. "And what fuss did I make at the bar?"
"I saw you leaving with that girl."
"Izzie," Edward interrupted her.
"Whatever," Alice said, "I saw you leaving with her and went to stop you and you told me to mind my own business and that she was a wonderful girl and you were a grown man and you would do whatever you wanted – including her."
"Well, I am grown and it is my business," Edward grumbled. Alice rolled her eyes. "Emmett, how did things turn out with the twins?" Edward changed the topic and shot Alice a look that said "This is over".
"Fan-fucking-tabulous," Emmett grinned. "I mean, it would have been better had we not have been in a bathroom, but hey, you beggars can't be choosers and boy were they begging," he winked. Alice made a face.
"Thank goodness you didn't bring them home," she said.
"Oh they wanted to come with me – pun intended – I came first, of course."
"Gross, Emmett. Stop!" Alice squealed.
"Anyways, I had my fun in the bathroom, I was done. Plus, you kept bugging me about leaving and being pissed at Edward," Emmett shrugged, "You're such a buzz-kill sometimes," he grinned. Alice huffed.
"Honestly, Alice, you really just need to find yourself a nice guy…..at least for a night. Then maybe you'll get off of our backs," Edward said.
"Firstly, I'm not on your backs. Excuse me for wanting to protect my brothers from the plethora of skanky hos out there. Secondly, I will find a nice guy when one can prove to me that he's nice. Men are pigs – point proven simply by looking at you," she pointed at Emmett.
"I'm not a pig. I simply enjoy having a variety of choices for my activities," he grinned. Alice rolled her eyes.
"Well, today's activity is lunch with mom and dad, so I suggest you two begin getting decent. Edward, you know where your spare clothes are." she stood up and begin clearing the table.
"Aw, A, you know we love ya," Emmett kissed the top of her head before ruffling her hair.
"Emmett, fuck off!" she shrieked.
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He pulled her to him and kissed her roughly and passionately. She growled and pulled his shirt up, roughly removing it from his body. She stood up and removed her panties before pushing him back and climbing on top of him. She leaned up and inched only his tip into her. She looked down at him seductively as she slowly inched downward. Edward growled and pushed his hips upwards roughly. She threw her head back and moaned loudly. She felt glorious. Her entire body tingled with want and need. She needed him hard and fast. Sweat beaded on her body and….
"Isabella Marie Swan!" her sister's voice broke through her dream. She groaned and sat up. She was drenched in sweat and was feeling tingly again.
"What, Rose!" she yelled back.
"We have to meet Jasper for breakfast in 30 minutes."
"Fine. I'm up," she threw the covers back and climbed out of bed. She had a small headache, but what really ached was something she couldn't deal with right now. She couldn't believe she had dreamed of Edward. She never dreamed of guys – period. Why was he different? Well, she could come up with a few reasons – the number one thing was housed in his jeans. What she had felt on the dance floor was definitely not a joke. He felt perfect inside of her. He was long and thick and glorious! She had never wanted to give a blow job so badly and once he was inside her, it was heaven. "It was mind-blowing sex, Bella, get over," she grumbled to herself. She'd had good sex before, but mind-blowing sex was very rare and hadn't happened in a while. She had to consider herself lucky for picking Edward at the bar. She brushed the funk out of her mouth and pulled her hair into a low ponytail before washing her leftover bar makeup off. When she was finally presentable, she emerged from her bedroom in jeans and a simply blue baby-doll t-shirt.
"Geez, Bella, I know it's Jasper, but you could have put on some mascara," her sister Rosalie sat at her kitchen table.
"Rose, I'm going to have to demand that you give me back my front door key," Bella grinned sarcastically, "And most sisters are more loving in their greetings."
"I'm sorry. Bella, I love you and you're beautiful….but you could highlight that beauty on more occasions than a Friday or Saturday night," Rosalie smiled, "And you're not getting your front door key back. If I gave it back, you'd be late to family functions."
"True," Bella shrugged, "You could have called to wake me up."
"Could have, but then we wouldn't be able to gossip about Mr. Fuck-Me-Hair," Rosalie said. Bella looked at her sister questioningly. "The guy you took home last night? Is he still here?" She looked around Bella into her bedroom.
"No, he's not. You know I don't let them stay," Bella said, "And he lived up to his hair," she grinned. Rosalie wiggled her eyebrows. "Rose, he was definitely the best I've had in a long time."
"Perhaps a keeper?" Rosalie questioned. Bella shook her head. "Come on, Bells. You can't keep having one night stands every week."
"Once a month, that's my rule," Bella corrected.
"Whatever. You need to find one guy and stick to him."
"You're one to talk."
"I know, but at least I try. I just keep finding egotistical assholes."
"Maybe if egos didn't turn you on," Bella teased.
"Maybe," Rosalie laughed, "But, Bella, maybe you really just need to deal with your shit and then find someone."
"What shit, Rose?" Bella glared at her sister.
"You know what I'm talking about. Deal with your inner turmoil shit and you won't need alcohol and random stranger sex."
"Rosalie, I love you, but fuck off. I'm fine. I always have been and I always will be. I'm being smart and safe. I'm fine."
"Okay," Rosalie whispered, "Are you ready?"
"Of course," Bella grinned and the sisters headed to Rosalie's shiny red convertible.
