This is it, folks! Last chapter. Thanks for reading and reviewing this little fic! I'll be posting something else v soon!

Thanks to Hadley and all the ladies who helped me with this. Love you, love you, love you.

5

I've been to Cullen's place numerous times. Sometimes everyone meets here to pre-game. Sometimes a group of us end up here after the bars close.

But I've never been here alone.

"You're such a slob," I say, glancing around his apartment.

"I wasn't expecting company," he says, shrugging and tossing his hat on the table. He disappears into his room and quickly returns wearing a clean T-shirt.

I fight a smile, thinking of how pointless it was to put on clean clothes when we're likely going to be taking them off anyway. But I don't want to assume anything. A girl can hope, though.

We sit on the couch. Soft afternoon light peeks in through the broken blinds. It's too quiet here.

He catches me staring at the uneven slats in the blinds. "My roommate's asshole cat likes to chew on the string and fuck them up."

"I like that asshole cat," I laugh. "How's your nose?"

"I don't know. You tell me," he says softly.

I give him a long look and scoot closer, examining. "It might be bruised," I say, and I can feel his eyes on my face.

"Yeah? You throw a mean punch."

I lightly graze my finger along the bridge of his nose. When I reach the tip of it, he tilts his head up a bit, so his lips can meet my finger. And then he kisses it.

I let my finger stay there, brushing his bottom lip, before letting it dip inside his mouth for just a second, getting it wet with his saliva.

I drop my hand, and he swallows.

"I kind of hated seeing that instructor all over you," he admits.

I sink into his couch, feeling flattered. "He was just doing his job."

"Still." He angles his body, so he's relaxed against the cushions but facing me. "He could've chosen anyone."

I smile. "You were jealous."

"Insanely. It's the same way I'd get any time you were dating anyone. I fucking hated Jared. Jake. James," he lists off. "Do you have a thing for guys whose names start with a J?"

I laugh. "Shut up. No. I have a thing for guys I work with," I say honestly.

He looks annoyed. "Guys?"

"One guy," I correct, and his face softens. "You, dummy. If we're being honest, I was jealous whenever you'd occasionally bring Charlotte around. That's why I wouldn't go out sometimes."

With a sigh, he says, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, just… don't date anyone from now on," I murmur.

"I'm not allowed to date anyone?" He smirks. "What if I want to date you?"

"Don't date anyone else from now on," I clarify, my heart so fucking light.

"Just you," he whispers.

"Just me."

He reaches for my hand, tangling our fingers together. I stare at our hands intertwined. It's such an odd thing to see our hands clasped and have it feel completely comfortable. But it also somehow makes perfect sense.

"Do you want a drink?" he asks.

"No."

"Hungry?"

"Not for food…" I smirk.

He grins. "C'mere."

I straddle him on the couch.

He groans a little when I grind my hips against his. Through my thin leggings, I can feel him grow hard.

He traces my nipple over my sweatshirt.

I moan.

"I fucking loved touching you today," he whispers. "Did you like it?"

I nod dumbly, and he leans forward to kiss me. We spend a few minutes just grinding and groping and making out. When his hand slides up under my sweatshirt, he palms my tit through my bralette. I grind faster, his cock hard and pressing deliciously against my clit, the thin material between us making it feel so fucking good. I know I could get off like this, but I selfishly want more.

"Liked feeling your dick rub against my ass," I murmur, and he looks surprised and pleased to hear me say this out loud.

"Fuck yeah," he grits out, grabbing my ass and making me move faster against him. "Can I touch you?"

"Yes."

He swallows. "Can I touch your pussy?"

"God, yes."

He kisses me, his tongue brushing mine. "Can I lick it, too?" he asks, and when his tongue brushes mine again, it sends a spark of electricity through me.

"Please," I beg.

"Let's go to the bedroom, in case my roommate comes home early," he suggests, grabbing my hand and walking into his messy space, closing the door behind us.

A beat passes.

He watches me, desire in his eyes.

I slide my tights down my legs, and he steps out of his joggers, his arousal obvious in his boxers.

I take off my sweatshirt then, only in my thong and bralette.

"Jesus Christ," he mutters, and his eyes rake over me. He fists his T-shirt from behind his head and easily removes it.

He walks toward me, eyes fierce and determined. I walk backward until the back of my knees hit the bed, and I have no choice but to lie down.

Standing above me, he admires me for a second. Then he slowly pulls down my thong until it's completely off.

With my feet pressed against the mattress and my knees bent, I press my thighs together, suddenly nervous.

I wasn't prepared for this, I guess. I'm not as trimmed as I want to be. My legs aren't shaved. I'm about to say maybe we should do this another time, but Cullen speaks.

"Don't be shy," he murmurs, dropping to his knees at the foot of the bed. "Open your legs. I wanna see you."

I hesitate.

"Bella, please," he begs.

Slowly, I open my legs and relax, letting them hang off the edge of the mattress.

He groans, sliding a finger along my slit. "Fuck. You're so pretty."

My hips move a little on my own. "I wasn't expecting… this…" I tell him.

"Shh. I'm going to fuck you with my tongue, okay?"

"Oka—oh!" I start to say, his warm, wet mouth suddenly on my pussy, no warning. He hums in arousal, and I cover my face with my arms.

"You taste so fucking good, Bella," he says, words vibrating against me. He sucks on my clit and slides a finger inside. And then his mouth moves lower, slipping in between my lips.

It feels good but… "Go back to my clit," I tell him. "I liked that more."

"Yeah, tell me what you want," he growls. "That's fucking sexy."

"Suck my clit," I moan. "Yeah, like that. Fuck me with your fingers, too," I beg.

My hips start to buck against his face, and after a few minutes of doing what I said, my lower belly ignites with tingly warmth, and I come against his mouth.

He presses soft kisses to each inner thigh before lying next to me on the bed.

I don't move. I can't. I feel like jelly.

Wiping a hand over his mouth, he kisses me. He tastes different than before, obviously, and it's kind of a turn-on. Making out with him after his mouth was just making me feel so fucking good.

I'm about to offer to return the favor when he lies on top of me and settles between my legs.

He stares down at me. "Hi."

I smile, relaxed. "Thank you."

He kisses my collarbone, my neck. "Don't thank me. Earlier I told you I wanted you to come first, didn't I?"

I smack his arm. "I thought I was hearing things, you ass."

He laughs. "Sorry. It's too easy to fuck with you."

I quirk a brow. "Well, maybe stop fucking with me and start actually fucking me."

"I want to so badly," he mumbles, grinding his hard cock against my still-wet pussy.

It feels good.

Sinful.

The head of his dick pressing against my clit in a way that makes me want to die.

"Condom," I breathe out.

He leaves the bed, a man on a mission, and grabs what he needs from his bedside table. I watch as he rolls the condom, and I appreciate his length.

He catches me staring, and he smirks before settling back between my legs.

"This okay?" he double-checks, and I nod as he grips the base of his cock and slides into me.

"Ungh," I say softly.

He's watching my face, still holding himself up by his arms. "It's only halfway in," he chuckles, glancing down between us.

"Gently," I tell him, and he eases in until I can take all of him. "Feels good."

"Yeah?" He lies flush with me and captures my mouth in a kiss, thrusting in and out. "Fuck yeah, it does. Shit. I want you to come again."

"First and second? How selfless of you," I tease.

He breathes out a laugh. "More like an ego boost for me."

"Yeah…" I lock my ankles around his waist, and he pumps faster. I clench my eyes closed in pleasure. "I don't usually come twice…"

"How do you come during sex?" he asks, undeterred.

"I have to be on top."

He slides an arm under my back and rolls us, so he's suddenly underneath me, and I'm on top.

I move on him then, my chest against his, my pelvic bone hitting his, my clit getting the attention it needs in this position.

He grabs my ass, moving me faster.

With our mouths close, I kiss him and kiss him and kiss him.

"Fuck, you feel so good, Bella. So, so good."

I sit up a bit, my hands on his chest for leverage as I ride him. I grind my clit harder against him, and soon enough, I feel pleasure creeping in.

"I think I might come," I tell him, surprised.

He palms my tits through my bralette then pulls them out, so he can see them. Then he reaches behind me and unhooks it, so I'm completely naked.

"Come on my cock, please," he begs. "I want to feel it. I want to feel you. I want to know I'm making you feel good."

I've never been with someone who talked this dirty in bed, but I like it. His words egg me on, bringing me closer.

"God, I think—" Arousal builds, that delicious feeling so fucking close. When Cullen snakes his hand between us to rub my clit himself, I lose it. I come, crying out, not even feeling embarrassed at how loud I am.

I've barely just finished when he switches our position again, so I'm pinned underneath him.

I bend my knees, letting him go deeper, and the sound he releases when he does makes me smirk.

"I want to make you feel good, too," I murmur.

"You are," he rasps out.

There's nothing slow or gentle about his next moves. He pounds into me, thrusting hard, the headboard bang, bang, banging against the wall.

"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he warns, and seconds later, his movements are choppy and erratic, and he pulses inside of me.

I watch his face the entire time, taking pleasure in the fact that he's losing control because of me.

Collapsing against my chest, he buries his face in my neck.

He's heavy.

He doesn't move.

I poke him.

He laughs throatily.

When he lifts his head, he looks dazed and sated.

We kiss.

He grabs the base of his cock and pulls out of me, keeping the condom on.

"Be right back," he says, kissing me again before disappearing into his bathroom and leaving the door open. When he comes back and plops onto the bed, it's my turn to get up. Unlike him, I shut the door and pee. When I look at myself in the mirror, I'm glad to see I don't look too wrecked. The proper amount of "just fucked."

I lie back down, with Cullen on his back and me on my stomach.

I fight the urge to get dressed right away.

"So, that was fun," I prompt. "Unexpected."

His eyes shine. "I knew exactly what was going to happen when we got here."

"Oh, did you?" I taunt.

He grins. "Well, I hoped."

"Me too."

Silence lingers, but it doesn't feel weird.

"Hey," he says softly, searching my face.

"Yeah?"

"Remember when you punched me in the nose?" he asks, and I shake with laughter.

"I remember when your ass was too slow, and you didn't move away quick enough."

"Well? You distract me," he says sweetly.

I smile. "Is that so?"

He grows serious. "Yeah."

I don't want to be that girl, the one who has to define things right away. And really, I don't think we need to make declarations or anything right now. But I have to know.

"So, is this like a one-time thing?" I ask.

"More like a once-an-hour type thing." He smirks. "There's no way in hell I'm letting you go now, Swan. I thought we already established we are together. Just you," he reminds me, echoing his words from the couch.

"Just you." I kiss his shoulder and smile. "I have a serious question though. How did you not know I liked you, dummy?"

With his fingers, he traces a lazy pattern along my back. "Sometimes you seem immune to my charm."

"Oh, is that what you call giving me shit on the daily? Charm?"

He chuckles softly. "Yeah."

"I guess it's fun to give you a hard time, too."

"I know, but maybe give in sometimes."

"I gave in today," I point out.

He kisses me. "Fucking finally."

My phone rings in the other room, but I ignore it. When it rings a second time, I reluctantly leave the bed, Cullen swatting at my ass when I get up.

I peek my head outside the door to make sure his roommate isn't home, then rush to grab my ringing phone from the coffee table before locking us in again.

"Hey, Rose," I say nonchalantly, lying back in bed.

"Where the hell did you two go?" she blurts into the line.

"You're on speakerphone by the way. And umm… Cullen needed to go home. He didn't feel good."

Rose is quiet. "Did you make him feel better with your vagina?" she laughs.

Cullen smirks.

"I hate you," I tell her, but I'm smiling.

"Whatever. It's not fair you two got to leave that shitty training early."

"We've been practicing our own de-escalation techniques since we left," I say vaguely, raising my brows at Cullen. It's a total lie, though. If anything, we've been escalating this situation between us.

"Yeah, y'all totally fucked," she confirms. "Well, finish up and meet Emmett and me at the brewery. I totally need a drink after that training. And you two probably need a smoke after—"

"Okay, bye!" I say and hang up on her.

Cullen smiles. "You wanna meet up with them?"

"Sure. Do you?"

"I mean…" His fingers are featherlight down my chest, over my boob. "I wasn't really done with you yet."

My stomach flips. "No?"

"Not even close, Bella."

I move closer, so our naked bodies are flush. "What else did you have in mind?"

With that signature Cullen smirk, he grabs my hand and places it on his hardening cock. "De-escalate this."