One chapter will talk about the past, one about the present until we reach the point where we began with the present. Confusing much? It keeps things interesting. ;)
Same disclaimer applies-Twilight belongs to S.M., but the idea of this story is mine.
Many thanks to my awesome betas and friends - TeamAllTwilight and m0t0b33. And to my newest help: Momma Laura.
December 2010
We postpone the new project until after Christmas holiday.
I'm kept on Edward's team. I wonder why—insert sarcastic tone.
I'm currently visiting my father in Philly, but I wish I stayed in N.Y. —I'd have been closer to my booty call.
That's how he's named in my phone—BC.
And I have to say there are a shit load of dirty texts from BC, spamming my phone.
Right now, I'm shoveling snow with my Dad, catching up. But all I can think of is Edward's text from early this morning.
When I get you back I want to try some new positions like... I'd let you guess.
I was definitely awake after reading that.
"Is there any man to whom I have to show you're my little girl?" Dad asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"No, Dad. Don't worry."
"Hard to believe, Bells."
"Are we really having this conversation?" I wonder, propping myself on the shovel's tail.
"Well, let's keep it real. I'm not getting any younger. I want to see you happy, at your house with a man that worships the ground you walk on...and maybe...grandbabies for me." He smiles when my jaw slacks.
"Uh, Dad. No." I make a face.
Babies? Definitely a no go.
Not yet.
Not ever.
"Fine. There might be someone..." What am I doing? "But it's really new," I add quickly.
"Let me know when it gets old." He winks. "It's getting cold. Let's head back inside, huh?"
"You just want Sue's hot cocoa," I tease him, glad we're over my relationship status subject.
Why do parents care so much about this, but when we actually introduce them to our partner, they flip?
It's complicated.
In just a day I'm returning to my little apartment.
Everyone can see how giddy I am about going back, but they think it's my new job. To some extent, it is.
I do love my job, but my boss...mhmm. Yeah, I miss the kinky fucker.
The first thing I do when I arrive in my apartment is shoot him a text message.
Back in the Big Apple! :)
Not one minute later, my phone beeps, but I'm on my way to take a shower.
My doorbell ringing annoyingly loud pulls me out of the bathroom, clad in a short towel, dripping on the floor.
I swear, if it's my nosy old neighbor, I'm going to throat punch her and slam the door in her face.
But it's not her.
It's Edward.
The disadvantage of fucking my boss—he knows where I live.
"H-h-i," I stutter like an idiot.
"Isabella." He beams at me, walking in as if I invited him. "Didn't you read my answer?"
"Uh, no. Took a shower." I point to my wet self before I close the door.
"I can see that." He smirks.
As I think of something to say, Edward approaches me, more like stalks to me and steps into my personal space. His fingers wrap around the side of the towel then with a swift gesture, it's on the floor.
He walks me backwards until my back hits the closed door. His cold clothes make me shiver and turn my nipples into pebbles. I watch him meticulously unbuttoning his winter jacket then his shirt goes off, followed by his jeans.
I'm panting just by watching him undress.
Fuck, I need him to touch me.
Please, touch me.
Anywhere.
Edward's head snaps up, our eyes meeting.
Shit. Did I just say that out loud?
"Has anyone taken you against the door before?" he asks slowly, coming closer and raising my leg.
"Does that time against the wall count?" I ask back, trying to look innocent.
"Oh, but it's much better against a door—both of us naked, your back sliding against the cool metal, and I have to say...it's warm in here."
"Yes, it is." I nod. "Right here is toasty warm." I grab his hand and put it between my thighs.
"Oh, naughty, naughty girl." His hands push my other leg away before suddenly hoisting me up. My back slams against the door making it rattle.
Edward grabs my hands and lifts them above my head until my arms are stretched to the limit. My legs cling to him harder, afraid he'd drop me.
Then he's inside me.
God, how I missed this!
One of his hands remains on my wrists; the other is digging into my hip while his lips are kissing up and down my neck, slowly making their way to my breasts.
I cling to him as best as I can. My fingers go in his soft hair, my heels are digging in his ass while my shoulders are pressed against the door. My ass slams into the door with every thrust from Edward.
I don't have enough voice to scream, I merely whimper.
"I'm not done with you," he growls under his breath, attacking my mouth.
If he maintains this rhythm I surely will come so hard… He doesn't relent until I shout in his mouth while my body goes limp in his arms. This doesn't seem to faze him, as he wraps his arms under my ass, keeping me close while he thrusts up, quickly.
Holy shit.
"Again," I moan lifelessly when my inner muscles clamp on his dick.
This finally takes him with me.
Edward pulls out then shuffles to my couch where he slumps, groaning.
Well, nothing's better than seeing a fine specimen on my couch—naked, sated, deliciously sweaty and rumpled.
I snatch his shirt off the floor, tugging it on me before I walk to the kitchen. "Hungry?" I call over my shoulder.
"For you, always."
I roll my eyes.
"A snack. Maybe some fruits?" I suggest, looking through my fridge.
His groan of protest tells me fruits are a no go…for him. I take a banana, the only fruit not rotten, and some ham. I put two pieces of ham on a slice of bread, take a paper tissue and make my way back to him.
"I hope this is okay," I say as I hand him the sandwich.
He eyes my choice of food, before closing his eyes and clearing his throat.
"We can start your training in giving head," Edward comments off-handedly as I peel my banana.
"Or you could eat your sandwich and shut up. I told you I don't do that!"
"Ever? Don't you want to at least try?"
"If me not going down on you is a deal breaker then you better tell me now," I hiss, annoyed.
"Oh, no. Don't worry. I can survive without your mouth on my dick, but it's just wishful thinking." He shoots me a crooked smile.
"And you've got to promise me to never take advantage of me if you decide to tie my hands or something. I'm not doing that to you or anyone else."
"Smart." He nods. "Deal. No blowjobs." He bites in his sandwich and chews slowly.
I decide to tease him by wrapping my lips around the tip of the banana, sucking a little, tracing my tongue around…until the piece gets ripped off. That makes us laugh. I'm not even good at teasing. Uh, whatever.
"It's for the best if you end up biting off," Edward jokes, making my cheeks fill with color.
"I've never done it," I admit.
I can't believe we're talking about this.
"Can I ask why? There must be a reason. Did you try it and didn't like it? Were you forced into doing so?"
I take a big breath of air, letting out through my mouth. "Every girl in high school was bragging how they sucked one or another, and they had different opinions on how it felt. So I said, why the hell not? I had a steady boyfriend of a couple months so yeah…when we were alone at his house, working on homework, I kinda seduced him." I bite my lip, eyeing Edward unsure if he wants to hear about it. He looks captivated by my story. "So one thing led to another and I found myself in front of his…" I gesture to his dick. "I suddenly couldn't do it. I guess all I could think of was that he pees through there…and I had no idea if he had a shower before. And it smelled funny so up close. Then I thought of that semen spurting out…probably down my throat. I have to say that a car pulling up in the driveway saved me from big embarrassment, but the next time we were alone, he asked me to continue where we left off—I said no, we fought and…my first break up came…" I shrug. "For most guys it is a deal breaker."
"Sucks," he answers with his mouth filled with the last of his sandwich. "To tell you the truth?" He chuckles a little. "I had a horrible first blow job and didn't understand what the hell was so special about it. Until college." There's a dreamy smile on his face. "Anyway, I can live without it, as long as I have your sweet pussy and ass." He winks, getting up. "Where's your bathroom?"
I point a shaky hand in that direction, then stare at his glorious ass as he makes his way there.
After the door closes behind him, I go back to my banana, frowning at it.
Could I do it? At some point in the future?
Glancing at the bathroom door, I take the banana in my mouth, nearly choking on it.
Right, there will be another problem—my horrible gag reflex. It kicks in even at the dentist.
I guess this is doomed from the start.
Edward's out a minute later. That's too fast. Even for a man…unless he's one of those who don't wash their hands or shit.
I narrow my eyes at him, trying not to stare at his friend down between his legs.
Does he have no shame?
"Did you wash your hands?" I question.
He laughs, thrusting a palm under my nose.
Before I can gag at the thought of where that hand had been, I smell honey and milk—my soap.
"Is the toilet lid up or down?"
His eyes shift down and he clears his throat. "I'm a man, cut me some slack."
"You can be a man in your house, not mine. Do you know that I nearly killed myself when I was younger? Nearly fell down the toilet because Dad never put down the toilet seat?" I inquire.
He bursts in laughter—not the desired effect. At all.
"Sorry, but I can imagine you…arms and legs flaying about, ass in the toilet!" He bends over. I swear there are tears in his eyes.
He might be true, but I won't give him the satisfaction.
"Okay, enough fun at my expense."
"Mhmm, yeah, some fun is in order." He nods, coming between my legs and opening them. I abandon my half eaten banana, moaning loudly when one of his long fingers dips into me.
While he's trying to see how far his finger can go inside me, I grab his dick and give it a few tugs, loving the feeling of it hardening in my palm. It gives me power to see what I can do to him.
"You really have no idea of the power you have over my body," Edward murmurs, sinking one knee on the couch, lifting my ass before diving into me.
"Ah!" I claw at his back.
One can't simply get used by being filled by his huge cock. And I love it this way.
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