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This morning, Bella finished school. At least until fall.
And Bella is now at the most opulent party she'd ever been to. So over the top, Bella is discombobulated and now referring to herself in the third person. And Bella hates when people do that.
What in the actual fuck was going on here? A uniformed valet just parked Edward's car.
Two giant tents, full bar and catering, a band - is that Joey Fatone?
"Do you like it?" Edward asks as we walk through an arbor covered in twinkle lights. "My mother can go a little overboard sometimes."
"A little? Are you kidding me with this, Edward? It's like an MTV reality show."
He looks sheepish. "When I told her that you never had a party, she had a fit. And she wanted to hurt your parents. Then she realized that wasn't possible, so she bumped up the party planning. I had to rein her in a bit, though. "
"Seriously? This is toned down?"
"Do you see a Ferris wheel?"
I laugh. He wraps his arms around me. "If you don't like it, we can go. We just want to make you happy and show that we love you."
"You show me you love me all the time. Twice last night."
"Only twice? Maybe I need to give you some more proof," he says, pressing me up against the wall of the pool house.
"If you give me any more, I won't be able to walk straight."
"I'll carry you," he whispers, just before his lips touch mine and I'm lost to the taste and smell of him. Party? What party?
"Now Edward, you're wrinkling Bella's skirt, hitching it up like that. And she can barely breathe, poor thing. Do you want her to pass out before she even gets her gifts?" Esme says, which makes Edward instantly pull his tongue out of my mouth and his hand off of my ass.
Buzz kill.
I guess I'm unobservant when I'm otherwise occupied - aka: sucking Edward's face. I didn't even hear them approach us.
"At least take her into the pool house, Edward," his dad says with a grin. "The bed in there is really springy, right Esme?"
She giggles and slaps at his ass. He mouths, "later" to her.
Edward groans. "Geez. You two never stop."
"Where do you think you and your brother get it from?" Esme says. "Though poor Emmett isn't getting anything these days. I don't think he's even bringing a date to the party. But I invited two of the more, um, indiscriminate girls from the television station here to bring him out of his funk. He really needs to get some female attention."
Edward laughs, and I smack his arm.
Esme looks at me and says, "Don't worry, Bella. I warned the little tramps that they'd be fired if they got near my son who's taken." Shit, I didn't even think about that. I'm probably used to women hitting on Edward all of the time. My neighbor, Mrs. Cope, always works in her garden in cutoff shorts and a tube top when Edward is at my house. And she's well past cougar status. Is there a name for the grandmas who like young men?
Blanche would be so proud of her.
I look at Edward, beyond gorgeous in a suit and tie, and grab his hand, pulling him closer. I'd hate to have to cut someone at my party. An arrest would totally ruin the whole mood.
"Gee, Mom. Two tramps just for Emmett? You've come a long way from ordering us from staying away from whores."
"Poor Emmett is very stressed. No sex is bad for a man his age. Your father gets so cranky after just a few days without any-"
"Okay - sorry I mentioned it," Edward interrupts. "Can I show Bella around the party now?"
"Okay, you two have a great time," Esme says. "Enjoy the band. I'm sorry I couldn't get Justin to come. Carlisle made me stick to the budget." She rolls her eyes at him. "And I tried to get the Golden Girls-did you know that only one of them is still alive? And Betty White was booked already. Sorry, sweetheart. Well, if you need anything...please let us know. Don't forget to stop at the swag tent and get your gift totes."
"Thank you so much. Both of you. I will never be able to express how grateful I am. " I reach out to hug both of Edward's parents. "For the lovely party...and for making him." I motion towards Edward. "He makes everything great."
"Oh..." Esme looks like she's going to cry.
"Go enjoy yourselves," Carlisle says. "But try some of the food before you go into the pool house," he calls out after us.
"Your parents are the best, Edward. But who is Justin, and did she say 'swag tent'?"
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"Bella!" Alice shouts, hurrying over to where Edward and I are standing with our drinks. Jasper trails behind her. I don't see any wands, so I think he'll be normal. Mostly. He does look a bit different in his muggle clothes. Something is up with his hair, though. His usual dirty blond chin-length scruff is now... black? Oh my god, he dyed it to look like Snape. I guess now that Alice is committed to him, he feels free to let his freak flag fly like a quaffle during a quidditch match.
Fuck, I sound like him now.
"Hey, Alice," I say, as Edward greets her and Jasper. "Professor," I say with a bad British accent as I nod at Jasper. He doesn't respond. Instead he looks like he's concentrating very hard. Probably trying to read minds with nonverbal spells. I snort.
"This place is insane! There's even a band. Oh my god, I think I saw Joey Fatone eating hot wings," Alice says, squealing. "This is the greatest party ever. My wedding won't be this good, and my parents are almost as rich as the Cullens are."
Her wedding to Jasper will probably contain some sort of blood oath bonding spell and fairy lights that might actually be made of fairies. But I don't say that. These things are not for casual conversation.
"It's really great, isn't it? Edward and his family have been too good to me."
Edward scowls. "Nothing is too good for you."
"I agree. I've been telling her this for years," Alice says. Jasper has yet to say anything, which is weird because I usually can't shut him up. If I hear about his Potterphile dating app one more time, I'm going to snap - his wand signed by Alan Rickman.
"Silencing spell got your tongue, Jasper?" I ask. "Or are you working on your nonverbal spells?"
His eyes open wide. Ah, bingo! I was right. Which scares me a little.
"Did you do something to your hair, man?" Edward asks.
"I'm...experimenting with my look," he responds. "Alice likes when I try new things." He looks at her heatedly. Yeah...I bet she does. I heard all about how she had him try oral sex the tantric way.
"Oh, don't you love it? It really makes his eyes pop," Alice gushes. He smiles as she runs her fingers through it.
We don't get to respond, because several of my fellow graduates come up to say hi and thank me for the party. Apparently it is the greatest party ever. They've been dancing to 'N Sync (they are really here, sans Justin, explaining Esme's earlier comment) and eating sushi prepared by an Iron Chef.
I guess someone has been looking through my iPod and my DVR...and has a large discretionary fund.
Alice and Jasper say they are going to mingle (probably their sex parts) and take off somewhere while we're talking to various people from school and Edward's teammates.
After a while, Edward and I walk around the Cullen's huge yard to see the full spectacle that is my party. The whole yard is transformed into something out of a magazine. I particularly like the ice sculptures of my favorite compounds in their molecular form.
We enjoy the bar (everyone seems to be bringing me drinks) and food stations. We even dance a little because I just have to shake my ass to Tearin' Up My Heart. It's really incredible. I mean the party. Not my ass. Though Edward would argue that point, seeing how he can't keep his hands off it.
"Hey Bella, Edward! I finally found you two," Emmett calls out. He's dressed up and looks great. Geez, he's handsome when he smiles. Rosalie must be crazy. It's sad when Jasper is the sibling in the "normal" relationship.
"Hey, Emmett." I giggle. I might be a little tipsy at this point, since I found the margarita fountain.
"Congrats." He gives me a big hug and Edward a slap on the back. "You sure got a ton of honors today. Edward was so proud of you. He's a lucky guy to have you."
Edward and I smile at each other. We both know how lucky we are to have what we have.
"Hey Em, did I see Rosalie earlier? What the hell is she doing here?" Edward asks.
Emmett scowls and looks down. "Yeah. She was here. She said she wanted to talk, but it was the same crap. She only wanted to see how much money Mom and Dad spent on Bella. She didn't have anything kind to say."
"Don't tell me anymore about what she said," Edward grits out. "I don't want to get pissed."
"I know. I was blind to everything for so long. But I'm done. I guess I've been done for a while...I just didn't want to admit I failed."
"Emmett...you'll find someone who's right for you. I mean...you're a really great person, and look at how hot you are."
Emmett laughs. Edward raises an eyebrow. "Maybe you've had too many margaritas, Bella."
"Oh Edward, you know how hot all you Cullen men are. God, if you look like your dad when you're fifty..."
"Definitely too many margaritas." They both laugh. I scowl. Margaritas are flowing out of a giant fountain. That is always awesome.
"Did you know that Mom invited some girls just to reawaken your sexuality? She's concerned that your dick has atrophied from non-use," Edward teases.
"Fuck you, Edward. And yes, I did meet them. I swear they won't leave me alone. I was having a drink with Maggie from work when they offered me a threesome in the pool house. Right in front of someone I'm trying to talk to. I mean, what the fuck?"
"Oh Emmett, that's wonderful!" I gush.
"A threesome? At your party?"
Edward and Emmett both stare at me in shock.
"No...I mean that you were talking to a woman that you're interested in."
"Oh." He laughs. "Yeah, I didn't think that you were happy about a threesome."
"I don't need that," I reply quickly. "Edward is more than enough."
Emmett laughs again; Edward just looks smug. He slips behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. It's a warm night, but his thumbs brushing the skin under my blouse make me shiver. He leans down to whisper against my neck, "More than enough, huh? I think you can take it all." He punctuates this with a grind of his cock against my back.
I make some weird sound that's a cross between a moan and a plea for him to give it to me against a tree. This is so not appropriate. But I don't give a fuck right now when I can feel every inch of Edward - hard and ready.
Emmett interrupts, thankfully, before we start a live sex show. That's not the sort of entertainment suitable for a family party. And we might upstage Joey. "Um, can you guys take this somewhere else? I might go blind if I see my baby brother - shit...I think one of the skanks is coming this way. See you guys later."
We both watch Emmett sneak off around the trees as a scantily-clad woman chases after him. Seriously, you can tell she's not a natural redhead. What kind of job could she do at the television station? Did they hire prostitutes?
"I hope Emmett disinfects if he actually touches her," Edward says with a laugh. "He better not ruin the pool house."
I turn around and face him, reaching my arms around his neck. "You know, you haven't shown me this infamous pool house yet. I'm feeling unwelcome." I touch my tongue to the shell of his ear. "You smell so good. I bet you taste good too."
I can feel Edward swallow and clutch me tighter to him. "Jesus, Bella. You're making me so hard."
I reach down and stroke the bulge in his pants. "Mmmm." All the drinks and the party atmosphere coupled with Edward's hotness and I'm all sexed up. I've never been so bold. And I like it.
He groans. "Fuck."
"That's the point," I whisper, sucking on his neck.
He whirls me around, keeping me close in front of him. "Stay right there. I don't want anyone to see what you're doing to me."
"I'm not doing anything yet."
"Hang on tight, Bella." And then we're moving so fast that everything is a blur. He might have pulled me on his back for all I know.
I don't know how we make it to the pool house without running into anyone, but the door is barely closed before I'm clawing at his belt.
"God, baby...you're so horny. I love it," Edward says before kissing me wet and sloppy. Our teeth clash together as I open his pants and pull out his cock.
"Oh, I want it." I fall to my knees and begin to lick the swollen head. Edward groans when I take most of his length in my mouth. You'd think I hadn't eaten in days from the way I'm slurping on his dick. I'm getting really good at this, judging the way Edward is moaning my name and gripping the edge of the couch to hold himself up. "I love sucking your cock."
"Holy fuck, you're going to make me come already." Edward looks frantic, pulling at his tie and opening his shirt.
"Give it to me," I demand, cupping his balls, then taking him deep.
Edward chokes at that statement, and pulls himself out of my mouth. I know I'm pouting because I'm currently without his dick. He must notice my expression because he tells me we're not done. He helps me up from the floor and onto the arm of the couch, spreading my legs and stepping between them.
"Jesus, Bella. I'm supposed to be giving you a present," he rasps, rubbing his hands up my thighs.
"I almost had what I wanted, but you pulled out." I wiggle closer to him, shoving his pants all the way down. I'm going to need him to have full mobility when he starts fucking me. Which better be soon. I start pulling off his jacket and shirt. "Leave the tie on," I demand.
"Fuck," he whispers. I stroke his erection, which is pointing right at me.
"You keep saying that, but nothing is happening. You told me I wouldn't be able to walk." My finger swirls around his tip.
His eyes get big, then he narrows them. "You shouldn't have said that." He kisses me hard and deep before swinging me around to face the couch. My panties are off and I'm bent over before I even know what's happening. I'm obviously ready for him, so he just slides in deep in one long stroke.
I moan something unintelligible as he starts to snap his hips. He's working me like a pro, and I love it. I hope no one can hear me scream over the strains of Bye, Bye, Bye. I'd hate for everyone to hear me yell what a giant cock Edward has, and how he's fucking me so good.
That could be embarrassing.
But not embarrassing enough for me to stop. Because now one big hand is pinching my nipple while the other is gripping my hip, anchoring me in place to take every thrust. Like I'd move away from him.
It's so good, I'm yelling out all sorts of crazy stuff. Seriously, a porn star would blush.
And then I'm coming so hard I see stars, planets, colors...my past lives...whatever imagery you want to insert here. I'm too caught up in this moment to think of anything.
Too bad the music stopped. I'm pretty sure everyone knows Edward is a sex god now.
But it's my party...and well, you know.
I'll cry out in ecstasy if I want to.
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