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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Squeeze My Lemon~~~~~~~~~ 04.11.12~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
Thank you to cejsmom for the quick beta job.
~ Lost In The Abyss~
The party was in full swing when I saw him. He was standing by the little bitch that always seemed to be hanging off of him even though he claimed that they were only friends. What the fuck ever. I knew better. I wasn't dumb, no matter what he thought of me.
"Did you see fuckface?" I heard Leah call to me, forcing me to look away from him just as his eyes met mine. It was a good thing too since I couldn't stand to see him.
"Yeah, I did. Why didn't you tell me he would be here," I hissed at her as I hit her arm repeatedly and turned to look in his direction only to find him watching me with a curious look.
"How the hell was I supposed to know that Jake was going to bring his butt buddy," Leah screeched at me as I continued to swat her while she screamed at me.
"Will you shut the hell up? He's looking at us," I said as I shoved her, knocking her into some drunken girl who toddled by with a beer in her hands.
"Jesus, Bella," she said with a laugh as she looked over at where he was standing.
"He's not looking at me, he's looking at you," she said with a teasing laugh while pointing over at the guy who was now watching me with a teasing grin that I knew all too well. I hated that damn grin almost as much as I hated him.
"Oh Jesus, here he comes," Leah said as she tried to compose herself just as I turned to find my ex boyfriend and his tag along friend Jake lopping towards me as if he didn't have a care in the world. The worst part was that he probably didn't.
Edward Cullen was a spoiled rich kid who was thought that party didn't start until he walked in. Unfortunately for me, a lot of people thought that as well so as he crossed the crowded room he was greeted with warm slaps on the backs as the guys called his name while some of the drunken whore batted their eyes at him. It was disgusting and just another reminder of why we ended things.
"Bella," he said in a soft tone that should have been swallowed up by the bas thumping out of the speakers, but it wasn't. It was clear. It was melodic. It had a hint of teasing, but outside of that it was fucking perfect just like him.
"Fuck you Cullen," I spat at him in anger as I clenched my fist at my sides as he looked at me with a wide grin before he laughed at my anger.
"Damn, I miss your feistiness," he said with a laugh as he stepped closer to me. He was now close enough so that we were touching and touching him was mistake. It was a mistake that I always made.
"Go away," I said as I motioned for him to go, but he just laughed like the asshole he was as he reached out to take my hand in his.
"Still mad at me?" he asked me and then waited the space of a heart beat before he laughed at me once more. He knew I was mad. He knew he was wrong. He knew it and yet he would still goad me into a fucking hissy fit of anger over how he left me in a dinner an hour away from home.
"Just go," I said as he stood before me with his green eyes bright from beer and laughter as he surveyed me with a teasing look that turned me on and pissed me off all at once.
"It's what you're good at. You know, leaving," I mocked and then watched as my words stung him with the truth so badly that his eyes went wide before he abruptly turned and left me alone.
"Why are you such a bitch to him?" Jake asked like the good little lap dog he was for Edward while causing me to stop following Edward's retreating form to actually look at him. Jacob Black was a poser. He followed whatever trend the campus had to offer and this time the trend was Edward. He was dressed like Edward in his gray t-shirt and matching flannel along with beat up chucks with baggy jeans. He even styled his hair in the same mess fucked up do that Edward wore. It was pathetic and oddly endearing all at once to see him idolize his friend.
"Fuck off Jacob. It's not like you would understand," I said in a haughty tone that made him roll his eyes at me.
"I understand that he's into you, but I'm fucking clueless as to why," he said before turning to leave me there gaping like fish out of water over his words.
Edward was into me. Well, of course he was. He had always been into me. We had been friends long ago before sex turned our good relationship into something so twisted that I couldn't even recognize the boy who used to bring me flowers on Valentine's Day every year since we were five.
"Go fuck yourself, Black," Leah said in a menacing manner that made Jake scurry off like the fucking rat bastard he was, but his words lingered behind him like a dark cloud over my head.
It was his words that heard as I felt Edward's eyes heavy upon me as I sat by Riley Biers with a drink in hand. It was his words that rang through me as I looked into Riley's blue eyes while the room started to spin from the vodka and lemonade I was drinking. It was his words and the image of an angry, pouting Edward that I saw as I stepped out into the cool darkness of the night to try to catch my breath from fast moves Riley was trying to make on me with his hands upon my thighs or wrapped around my shoulder. He was subtle, but even in my half assed drunken state I knew what he was doing. He was touching me in hopes for more. I could feel it in the sense of desperation in how he held me too him under the disguise of teasing. It was irritating and left me feeling horribly uncomfortable.
Riley was a good guy who deserved more than a girl who was just barely put together enough for a first date. He deserved a girl who didn't have an ex who dogged her every foot step, keeping guys at bay while refusing to be with her at all. He deserved more than what I had to offer him, yet he hung in there, talking, touching and promising to be the good guy I needed in my life. His promises were sugar sweet and full of temptation. They left me with a sour stomach and a nervous feeling as I looked around to find Edward gone once more as I stepped out with the promise to return once I cooled down.
I had barely stepped out into the cool night before I felt a strong arm wrap around my middle and pull me back abruptly against a hard body, causing me to scream in fright just as a hand descended over my mouth. I felt the panic settle over me like a bucket of ice water, washing away all the warm fuzziness that the vodka provided while leaving me feeling alert and hyper aware of how bad the situation I was in.
I forced myself to remain calm as I started to swing my elbows trying to hit the man who was holding me, but came up with nothing so without another thought I bit down on the hand that was coving my mouth. My teeth sunk into the meaty hand that was covering my mouth, causing the man to scream out in pain.
"What the fuck, Bella? It's just me!" Edward screamed as he jerked his hand out of my mouth with a yelp of pain that stunned me. I froze in his arms as he continued to cuss me for biting him unexpectedly.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he demanded as he shook me a little while continued to swing at him blindly.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I demanded as he continued to hold me against him so that my back was against his chest.
"Who in their right mind would grab a person like that?" I yelled at him as I struggled to break free from his hold, but he held me too tight.
"I'm sorry. Don't be mad at me anymore, ok," he said in a soft pleading tone that hinted that he was more than just spry for scaring the shit out of me by grabbing me in the dark. It was his sad tone that hurt me, and left me reeling as I slumped against him in almost defeat. I hated that he was hurt somehow. I hated that I had hurt him. He was Edward. He was my Edward and the thought of hurting him made me ill.
"Edward," I said in a whisper that was more like a prayer as I felt his body soften against mine as well before he buried his face in my neck and just breathed me in.
"You can't do that, Bella," I listened to his whisper against my skin.
"You can't just, fucking… do that," he mumbled against my neck causing goose bumps to break out as his hot breath washed over my neck in a suggestive manner, almost making me forget that I had no idea what he was speaking of.
"You can't just let him touch you," he whispered in an anguished whisper as I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up on end with anger and the heartache that his words left me with.
"You have no right," I whispered to him as I fought to get out of his grip. I didn't want to hear about how I couldn't let another touch me. I didn't want to hear about how I was hurting him since he had lost that right to me when he walked away.
"I do," he replied in a heated whisper, disagreeing with me as he held me tighter against him, so tight he was robbing me of the air I breathed with his hold on me.
"I do have a right," he said adamantly as he suddenly spun me around in his arms so that I was facing him in the darkness of the night. Even in the shadows I could see how hurt he was and it was beautiful. He was beautiful, but he always was that way with his green eyes and strong jaw. He looked angelic with a naughty side of him with his nice cheek bones and slightly crooked nose that hinted at a time when I had accidently broken it while playing around. He was stunning with his green eyes burning bright on alcohol on anger as he looked at me. He took my breath away and left me speechless whenever he was like this.
"He has no right to touch you because you are mine," he whispered in a ragged tone of anger and reckless determination. It was his anger that was fueling my own as I glared back at him.
"You lost me the minute you walked away," I hissed at him, but was silenced by his vodka flavored kiss as his lips crashed into mine. He was harsh and cruel in his kiss. He was claiming and victorious. He was the Edward I knew all too well and loved to hate.
His lips worked against mine, slowly morphing form a hard kiss to one so sweet that it made my head spin from the abrupt change in his how he kissed me. Slowly, ever so slowly, his moved his lips against mine, kissing, licking, sucking on my bottom lip until I finally relented with a gasp, and opened my mouth to his invasion. His tongue quickly greeted mine with a warm sweep of welcome as he slowly tangled with mine in a sensual manner that made my legs shake in anticipation.
While Edward and I as a couple may have been a train wreck, sex was always more than amazing. It was mind blowing. It was claiming and passionate. It was perfect and harsh. It was the best I ever had and it was the only reason we seemed to find ourselves together at times since when we weren't lost in each other's flesh we were at each other's throats.
His broke our kiss with as gasp for air before moving his kisses along my jaw and down my neck.
"I missed you," he whispered softly against my skin. I knew it was true. I knew he missed me since I had missed him.
"I need to taste you," he whispered softly to me, not asking, but telling me what his intentions were. Edward never asked. He took and that was how he was.
"I need to feel you around my cock," he said firmly as he pushed against me, pinning me against a wooden picnic table that was hidden in the shadows where we lurked together. I couldn't speak to tell him no and I wasn't sure if it was because I knew I wouldn't tell him no.
"Baby, look at me," Edward pleaded as he moved, forcing his hand under my chin so that he could hold my face up to make me look him in the eyes. When I finally relented and met his gaze I was lost. The air around us disappeared as I looked into his deep green eyes that seemed to hold all our sweet past and fucked up future as he looked at me, willing me to understand something that I never did when it came to us. I never understood his need for me. I never understood how he claimed to need me only to turn and leave me alone. I never understood how the boy I loved had become the man I could barely stand.
"You're mine, Bella. Always mine," he said as he looked into my eyes with a challenging look. He was daring me to deny it. He was challenging me to say otherwise and while the words were on the tip of my tongue I could not speak them. They wouldn't come out so instead I remained in my forced silence as we looked at each other, looked in battle for ownership over our fucked up relationship.
I felt his hands upon my waist for a moment, hoisting me upon the wooden picnic table with ease just as he stepped between my legs, parting them as wide as my skirt would let them go as I struggled to remain upright while holding on to the table. His hand caressed my inner thigh and then down behind my knee as I squirmed against his hand.
"So pretty, baby," he whispered softly as his hand caressed my cheek just as his other hand slipped under my skirt to tease my inner thigh with his touch. It was a touch that made me pussy ache and caused me to shift to bring his fingers closer to where I wanted them to be. My movements caused him to chuckle wickedly as I twisted against him.
"Tell me you want me," he whispered while looking into my eyes with a lust filled eyes that made my heart ache.
"Tell me," he whispered while I remained silent unsure of what to say to him since no matter what I said it wasn't the right words.
"I'll make you say it," he said with more determination than anger as he peppered my face with kisses just as his fingers grazed the thin strip of cotton that covered my pussy. It was a teasing a touch, yet it was strong and knowing because he did know me. He knew me better than anyone else. He knew how to make my body sing for him. He knew how to touch me to make me cum so hard it left me breathless. He knew my body better than I knew myself because he was the one who had taught me how to fuck. He was the one who showed me how my body could respond. He was the one who claimed me as his years ago under the stars in his parents' back yard while the jazz music that his father played drifted out over the field to mask our breathing and cries while the stars witnessed our lovemaking.
Edward kissed along my neck, kissing and nipping until he finally sucked hard enough to mark me as his, but the mark was not needed. I carried his mark on my soul and it was more painful than any hickey could ever be.
His hand traced over the outline of my pussy lips, slipping up and down along the damp fabric until I cried out from the tormented pleasure of his touch.
"That's my Bella," he moaned against my neck as I struggled to hold on to the table, but refused to hold on to him. I refused to touch him. I refused to look at him. It was subtle, but my way of telling him that he could have my body, but my heart was now off limits to him.
"I need to taste you, baby. It's been too long," he said in a gravelly voice that caused the ache in my belly to hurt with need since he was right. It had been too long. It had been too long since he had me like this. It had been too long since I had my Edward the way I knew him. It had been too long since I had felt him like this with him being him, not the other man that he had become.
I felt the cold surround me as he stepped back away from me to allow some space between us before grabbing the ends of my skirt. I watched his with marvel and surprise as he jerked the skirt upwards until it was over my hips leaving me in only my calve high boots and black lace panties on display for him. I could feel his eyes heavy and hungry as he looked at me before hooking his fingers on the side of my panties, pulling them off me before tossing them into the black abyss that surrounded us so that I lay bare before him.
Edward looked at my pussy with the intensity of a man looking at a cold glass of water after days in the dessert. It was a feeling that I would take with me to my grave. It was a feeling of power and control in a situation where I had none. It was a feeling of want and aching for a man that was no longer really there. It was the feeling of knowing that even if it was for just a moment I was the center of his universe.
"Baby," his whispered in a reverent tone that made me blush as he dropped to his knees on the bench before me while my heart leaped in my chest with excitement. He was here. He was with me now and in this moment if this was all he had to offer me I would take it.
My legs fell open as he pressed himself between them. The feeling was as familiar as my own touch as he ran his nose long my inner thigh, kissing me as he went until he reached my exposed pussy then only to turn and kiss my other thigh.
"I missed you like this," he whispered against my wet skin, causing me to shudder with the vibrations of his words against my clit. I had missed him as well. I had missed him too much, so much that it hurt even to admit it.
I felt his tongue take a long sweep over my pussy going from entrance to clit as I closed my eyes and settled back against the hard wood table top, letting him lick me while not giving a damn who would see us like this. He licked me slowly as if he was savoring my taste before he stopped, causing me to lift my head to see what was wrong.
"Watch me Bella," he said as his eyes held mine in almost a trance as his leaned forward and licked me slowly, and lovingly.
"Watch me as I lick your sweet pussy," he whispered almost against my skin as I watched him, mesmerized over his actions.
"Watch me as I fuck you, baby," he said with a gravelly voice before he licked me again, pressing into me while causing my eyes to roll in the back if my head from the feeling of his tongue inside of me. It was perfect. It was heavenly. It was so good that it made my eyes close even though I needed to watch him like this since I didn't know when he would be like this again.
"So sweet, baby," he moaned before lapping at the wetness that seemed to leak from me as I felt the burning of an orgasm building inside of me with each lick of his magical tongue.
My arms shook with exertion as I held myself up to watch this man who I barely knew anymore tongue fuck me while I cried out in pleasure.
"That's it baby, cry for me," he called out to me, causing me to choke on his words and the pleasure of his tongue since he had no idea how often I cried for him.
"Cum for me, baby. I've missed watching you as cum for me, baby," he whispered and then worked his tongue harder, and faster inside of me while his finger moved from holding me open to rubbing my clit in time to his tongue.
With one last thrust of his tongue timed with the hard pinch of my clit caused my entire body to spasm as I arched up while he pressed his face into me, pushing me to cum even harder under his touch.
"Edward," I gurgled as I clutched his hair tightly as his tongue continued to push inside of me while I felt months of tension, of loss, of heartache all centered on Edward wash away with each pleasure filled shudder of my body.
I barely had time to breathe when I felt him move back away from me. I looked at his face since I needed to know that it was Edward, my Edward who was making love to me, but in the darkness I couldn't see anything except the shimmer of wetness on his lips and chin from me. I watched as the shadow of Edward unbuttoned his pants and then groaned as his hard cock was set free. I wanted to see him. I wanted to taste him. I wanted look into his eyes and know, but there was no time. He was rushed. He was almost panicked in his movements to claim me, to fuck me, to be inside of me and I could not complain since after six months of nothing I needed him too.
I moved to the edge of the table while placing my feet on the edge of so that I was open and exposed for him, only for him. Edward wasted no time admiring the dimly lit view of my pussy ready for him before stepping forward to slip the head of his cock along my pussy to tease me before leaning back enough to align his cock with me before slamming inside with a low groan. It was that groan that made me gasp for air. It was that groan that made me think of how good we could be together if only he would let us. It was the low groan that told me how much he missed us like, bare and raw in the moment together.
"Fuck, baby, always so fucking good," he moaned loudly as he settled deep inside of me while resting his forehead against my shoulder while I cried out from the pain of being so full of him inside of me and my heart. It was consuming. He was consuming. He was everywhere. I could feel him so deep inside of me, stretching me, filling me with his large, hard cock while he robbed me of another piece of my heart and soul.
I felt his deep, steadying breath before he pulled out of me, just leaving barely the head of his cock inside of me, letting me feel how hollow, how empty I was without him before plunging forward and filling me once more. The rational side of my brain screamed at me to stop, to demand, to at least insist on a condom since I had no idea who he had been within our time apart, but that side was silenced by the moan on Edward's lips as he pushed deep into me once more.
This was heaven. This was hell. This was Edward and I while I knew it would hurt and it did hurt, it also was too beautiful to miss.
"My Bella. Only my Bella," he murmured in a ragged tone as he built a rhythm of filling me until I thought I would come apart around him only to have him leave me empty and alone.
"I love you," he whispered against my ear with harsh breath and a tight grip in my hair as he forced my face up to look at him as he fucked me so good, so deep that I never wanted it to end. I never wanted him to end.
My hands tangled in his hair, clawed at his back and just tried to hold him to me like I always did until he could stand it no longer. His fingers rubbed and pinched my clit as he thrust faster and harder into my body which shook with the force of his thrusting.
"Baby, cum for me," he moaned into my ear, pleading with me to cum for him, asif he ever needed to plead for me to cum.
"Cum on my cock, baby, I need to feel it," he growled through gritted teeth as he tried to hold back as I felt my body tighten with each whispered plea and hard thrust until I finally let go in an explosion of star and stuttered words just for him as I lost control just for him.
"Fuck," he moaned loudly as his thrusts became faster, more erratic until he finally pushed as deep as he could with a throaty groan that made my belly twist with want as he came inside of me as I tried to hold him to me. His body shook and pushed against mine, pumping his cum deep inside of me as I held him while he moaned my name over and over again as if it were a prayer to him.
I held him close while he continued to struggle to breathe with me. It was always in these moments that the fear returned. The fear over who would greet me as he looked into my eyes. Would it be my Edward whom I loved or the man who took his place? I closed my eyes as I felt the tears starting to form while he placed wet kiss after wet kiss along my neck as his breathing slowed to match mine, yet he remained wrapped up inside of me.
I was holding him when the first sounds reached us, pulling us out of the bubble of togetherness we would create after being that close that intimate with one another.
"Bella?" I heard Riley call out to me with concern in his voice. It was all it took to burst the bubble of orgasmic bliss and replace it with the cold reality of how we were together. I could feel Edward's body stiffen above mine as Riley called my name again. He moved suddenly, leaving me and my body so that a rush of cold air replaced him as I shuddered in response.
"You better go," he said in hard tone as I closed my eyes and shook my head over what we had become and what we could have been.
"Don't be like this," I whispered to him, pleading with him to understand. He had to understand that I was not about to wait for him any longer. He had to understand that this had nothing to do with loving him, but all to do with self preservation. He had to understand this, yet as I looked into his hard green eyes he didn't.
"Get out of here," he hissed in anger at me as he shoved at my parted legs, closing them with a disgusted grunt as he pulled his pants up to cover himself while I sat there fighting off the tears that threatened to spill over.
I moved to stand up, feeling the ache that he created with his hard fucking inside of me and it matched the ache in my heart as I tugged at my skirt until I was covered except for my lack of panties that were lost to the darkness around us. I adjusted my skirt and then my shirt before running a hand through my hair while Riley continued to call my name. I could feel Edward's eyes heavy upon me with anger and distrust as he watched me.
"Edward," I managed to say in a whisper, unsure of what I would say since what was there to say now? There was nothing since he understood nothing any more.
"Just get the fuck out of here, Bella," he said as he pulled a cigarette out of his shirt pocket as if there was nothing wrong, but I could see the tremor in his hand as he brought it up to his kiss swollen lips. I took one last look at him since I never knew when I would see him again. I wanted to memorize his messy brown hair, how long his fingers were, how he closed his eyes when he took that first drag off the cigarette. I wanted to memorize how he moved, how he laughed, how he smiled, but instead all I saw was the shadow of the boy I used to love standing there alone just like he had left me so many times before.
AN:
Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! Please forgive me for any mistakes since this was reviewed rather quickly for your reading pleasure. If you happen to be interested in seeing the rest of this story & if Edward and Bella can work it out please come check this story out since I will be posting a chapter each week for this story.
Thanks to Dirty Cheeky Monkey for the chance to write this.. I hope I will be invited back : )
Take care,
Mamasutra
xoxo
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