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Song for this chapter – Mama Told Me Not To Come- Three Dog Night
Warning: This story will have drug use, alcohol abuse, and graphic situations. It will also delve into underage sex. Bella will be seventeen and Edward is twenty-four. Remember this story is about becoming famous, and people that follow them around while on tour. Please be advised if this is not something you wish to read, please back out now.
Thanks for dannibags for suggesting this story for correcting my errors, and for being awesome. Piesmom for making sure that everything is good before it's début.
Chapter 7
Mama Told Me Not To Come
EPOV
Getting on the cover of the Rolling Stone should have been something to be proud of, but how could one be proud when the record label was determined the tear the band apart with one photo shoot? Those were the thoughts that had been racing through my head as the states, miles, and weeks passed us by on the road. Bloomington, Minnesota and Cincinnati, Ohio passed by in a blur that consisted of the beautiful woman that sat beside me the whole way, Izzy.
I couldn't allow her to know the struggles that consumed my mind. Now a days, I visited James more and more trying to scare the demons of the record label out of my mind. I wanted to be back in Seattle, playing at the shitty little bars that had allowed us. There we were rock stars; the next generation of great ones, but here in Cincinnati, we were the opening act to AC/DC, who wasn't even making record sales. Hell, I would even take playing at 'The Whiskey' at this point … we were somebodys there too, but here, we were nothing … nobodies with a number one single.
Nobodies and now we learned that Jasper would no longer be with us after New York. Yeah, we received that call about a week ago, informing him and us that his services were no longer need with the 'The Midnight Riders'. Actually, they wanted him to fly back to LA as soon as possible, but being that the new manager wasn't scheduled to join the tour until after Thanksgiving, they caved on allowing him to stay. The news from the Rolling Stone cover was overshadowed by the loss of our manager, friend, and supporter. He believed in our music when no one else did, but I could only hope that the next manager would be as good as Jasper, if not better.
The miles rolled on and right before the holiday, my mother called to see if the band and I would be in the Seattle area for Thanksgiving. I think the idea of her boys, as she often called us, not being home for the holidays put her a little more on edge.
"So, where are you now?" she asked, trying to figure out how far we were from Seattle.
"Cincinnati, Ohio," I replied, knowing exactly where this conversation was leading.
"Record label paying for a flight home?" she asked with a little quiver in her voice and if I knew my mother well enough, I would say she was on the verge of crying. However, there was no way the record label was going to pay for us all to fly from Ohio to Seattle.
"No," I answered. I hadn't heard anything yet and tomorrow was Thanksgiving. Surely they would have already given us the information. We also had a show tonight, so I knew we wouldn't be leaving until the show was over at least. Not to mention the fact that we would have to take the 'Red Eye' out because there was no possible way for us to make it to dinner tomorrow and then back by the twenty-sixth for a show in St. Louis, Missouri.
"I see," she said, sniffling. I knew it was breaking her heart that she couldn't see us, but there wasn't anything I could do about it. However, not seeing me would also cause her to worry. I braced myself for the onslaught of questions because now my mother would be paranoid that we were trying to avoid her because we were hiding something.
"Edward ..." she said, sniffling one more time "... please tell me you're not doing drugs and avoiding me because you are afraid of my reaction."
"No, Mom, I promise it's nothing like that. The label isn't exactly the type to let us live extravagantly." I tried to pacify her, and I wasn't going to admit that she was totally fucking up my high. I tuned out as soon as my mother lectured me on how to stay away from the dangers of drugs and women on the road. I almost snorted out loud as she spoke, but I knew it was coming from a place of love and concern, and not because she knew what was happening here with me. Honestly, if she knew the things I had done while on tour and in LA, she would probably drag me back to Seattle by my ear.
"I just love you very much, Edward, and want to make sure you are being safe," she said. It was refreshing to think that at least someone in this world worried about my well-being. Izzy would have been the same way, but I never allowed her to see that coked up side of me.
"I love you too, and I will try to avoid all the dangers," I said, trying to hide the snarky tone I had at the end. I love my mother dearly, but I was twenty-four and had made it this far in life. I don't know why she expected me to do nothing.
Mom prattled on and on about how she was going to miss us and had already bought enough food to feed an army. I chuckled here and there as she talked.
"Will you be home for Christmas?" she asked. I was kind of stuck on how to answer her here. I really wanted to see my parents, but the next leg of the North American tour wasn't to begin again until the middle of January. Everyone had decided to stay in LA, where we had a couple of shows scheduled at 'The Whiskey'. I didn't want to be around Kate, which was another reason I agreed with the band and allowed Jasper to book the shows. I explained some of it to mom; I didn't want to get into my reasoning for not coming home because I knew how she felt about marriage.
"If you're not coming home for Christmas, what is the last stop on the tour?" she asked and I knew I had to give her something or she would just call the label and find out.
"Montreal, and then we will be back in LA," I replied. I really didn't want mom coming to LA to see me. I don't know what she would have thought about us living out of the Hyatt with all the shit going in and out of that damn place. She would more than likely haul all of us back to Seattle. However, my mother hated LA.
"I guess your father and I will see you in Montreal. You know how I feel about LA," she said and I did. My mother thought LA wasn't anything other than sin and debauchery, which she was right, but I would always tell her it wasn't Vegas. I gave her the dates we would be in Montreal so Dad and she could book their tickets.
"I have one stipulation about you guys coming though," I said. I didn't want my mother bringing Kate or her family with them
"Anything for my baby boy," she replied sweetly.
"I'm your only baby. But, don't bring or tell Kate or anyone in her family," I replied. I knew this would open up the whole can of worms about mine and Kate's relationship. I really didn't want to discuss it with my mother, but I didn't want Kate around because I knew Izzy would be with me, and I promised her that I no longer wanted Kate. I wasn't about to play the good husband meanwhile ignoring the love of my fucking life because of some sheet of fucking paper.
"Why shouldn't I invite Kate?" she asked with a tone I knew that my mother was getting a little pissed with me.
"Because mom … I said so," I replied. It was the only thing I could come up with at the minute. My mother didn't need all the details about my love life or the fact I had a gal on the side. I knew my mother wouldn't understand anyways.
"I think the girl deserves to see her husband for the holidays. God, Edward, you need to finish this tour and work to salvage your marriage. You know how I feel about these things," she replied.
"I know," I said, feeling like a little kid again.
"No, you don't know. You took vows, Edward … they are supposed to be cherished and honored. You two never spend any time together, and how in the hell am I going to have grandchildren if you are always miles away?"
"She could be here with me … but she made the choice to leave," I hatefully replied. I felt bad about doing it, but my mother didn't understand that Kate wasn't as good as she portrayed to my parents or hers. She wasn't a bad girl per se, but she didn't want to be with me either.
"You're cheating on her," Mom stated, but I didn't say a word, letting her think what she wanted. Sometimes it was better to just allow her to say whatever she wanted. It wasn't like she was accusing me of doing something I wasn't, but actually when it came to Izzy, I don't know if I would call kissing and hanging out exactly cheating. However, if they could've read my mind, they would have found out I had technically been cheating on Kate since the first time we became boyfriend and girlfriend. Mom, once again, preached to me about the vows of my marriage and how they were sacred and how I should cherish them. I sat silent listening to her prattle on. I guess Kate was a good girl, but she just wasn't the girl for me anymore. I can't believe at one time I thought she was.
"Look, Edward, I'm not trying to tell you how to run your life, but you need to do right by her." Mom was finally talking without me saying anything about it.
"Don't think I haven't tried, Mom. When she lived here in LA, I tried … God knows I did, but nothing I did was ever good enough for her."
"Then why did you marry her?" Mom asked. That was the million dollar question! Why had I allowed it to happen? I knew I wasn't in love with her. I knew what she was like when she wasn't around our parents, and I knew what she wanted out of me. So, why did I do it?
"Why marry her and then not let her be a part of your life?" I thought I had just explained that Kate didn't want to be a part of this life, but Mom was too busy worrying about poor little Katie Denali and what she wanted. My conversation with my mother was pissing me off and ruining the high I had going, so I had to cut my conversation short. I told my mother I loved her and politely hung up before she could get in another word. I knew it was rude, but I'd had enough.
I kicked back on the bed and pulled out the remote to the TV to see what was on. Izzy was out doing the laundry with Tink. So I had plenty of time to relax, and being that she was gone, I didn't run to the bathroom to hide this time. I leaned over to the table on the side of the bed and started cutting out a couple of lines to give me just enough without alerting anyone that I was doing anything. I thought more about Izzy as I portioned out my lines.
Hell, the more time I spend in her presence, the more I fall in love with her, and I knew at some point, I would have to contact a lawyer and get out of my marriage with Kate. I didn't fault Izzy for bringing up things about Kate, but I didn't know why she couldn't see I was riding out my time until I could contact someone to take care of the problem. I could have called Aro and had the record company work something out for me with one of their lawyers, but I wasn't looking forward to the mandatory meeting I already had set with him in New York. Plus, I didn't like the fact of the record label having their noses in another aspect of my life. It was bad enough they had it stuck in between us band members.
~AASS~
Thanksgiving Day, we were halfway to St. Louis when someone said something to Garrett about my private meaning with Aro when we rolled into New York. Garrett about had a shit fit. He wanted to know why Aro wanted to talk to me instead of the band as a whole. Technically, I was over the whole thing with Garrett being pissed all the time about the notoriety of things. I guess I could see his point, but it was wearing on my last nerve, not to mention I thought he was acting like a pussy because of it. Those were the things we never fought about back in Seattle because in Seattle I was just the guitarist and he was the lead singer, as it should be, and everyone was fucking fantastic then.
For hours, Garrett bitched and tried to start a fight with me, but I wouldn't give in. I had slipped away to the bathroom on the bus and snorted a little. I stood in the tiny restroom, letting the yak permeate my brain, closing my eyes and allowing the high to take over. I didn't want to fight with anyone. All I wanted to do was get to St. Louis, get the show over with, and move to the next venue. Well, that and to fuck Izzy, but that one was still on hold at the moment.
I used my shirt to wipe my nose clean and was walking out of the bathroom when Jake grabbed my hand. I looked down at his hand and then to his face. I wished the little shit would leave me alone, always telling me to treat Izzy with respect. If he only knew that I would always do that, I wasn't some whore hopping son of a bitch. I might have had my fun before her, but it was all over now. Honestly, I respected her more than my fucking wife at the moment, talk about a sad realization.
"You fucking hurt her, and I will kill you," he sneered under his breath so no one would hear.
"What did you say?" I asked, getting closer and cupping my ear because this little shit was really fucking up my high now.
"I know what you did in there, and I know what kind of temper you have when you sniff that shit up your nose. I know how many times you visit James in a week. I can't stop her, but know that if you harm one hair on her head, I will kill you."
I busted out laughing. Who in the hell did he think he was? I mean, I had been sniffing yak up my nose, while he was still shitting yellow. I knew how to control my temper, and when I had been high and gotten pissed at Izzy, I always walked out the fucking door, scared I would do something to ruin what we had together. She was right about one thing … we had something special, and I wasn't about to fuck that up.
I pulled my hand out of his and leveled him with the best 'fuck you' look and walked back to where Izzy and I had been sitting on the bus. She looked over at me and smiled broadly, but when she looked into my eyes, I could see her smile fading just a little, and I knew that she knew. It was hard not to know by looking into someone's eyes that they were high. Our eyes turn dark; so dark that you can't even make out the color of our eyes. I smiled at her, trying to tell her with my smile that I was still the same fellow behind these eyes. She must have determined it was true and rested her beautiful head on my shoulders.
Thanksgiving on the road turned out to be nothing really special. The only thing the record label did was cater a dinner for the entire crew, band, and drivers. It really wasn't all that important to me. I was thankful for the beautiful woman I had laying beside me, but other than that, it wasn't all that special. I think this tour and the drama going on with the band was making me regret the day I had that dream in my garage of wanting a band. At the rate things were going with the album, we weren't exactly making it to number one on the billboard charts. One song, but when I dreamed as a child … it was more like the album went straight to number one, not just a song. I fell asleep that night after taking a sleeping pill to settle me down from the coke I had ingested all day long just to get through this so called life and nuzzled into the beauty beside me.
~AASS~
Before we knew it, three more cities had passed us by. St. Louis was a distant dream, along with Indianapolis, Indiana; Richfield, Ohio was our final stop of the night, and I couldn't figure out why we just didn't stop at this place while we were in Cincinnati a couple of days ago. It seemed like a waste of gas and time, but that was the schedule the record label wanted us on. I didn't make any waves and went with the flow of things.
I climbed off the shitty ass bus they insisted we use. Actually, I was shocked it had gotten us this far, but I wasn't about to kick it's tires just yet for fear I would jinx the whole situation. We were three shows away from being in New York, which would be the dreaded stop for me. If the photo shoot went like the others we had been through for t-shirts and posters, I knew Garrett would have his ass on his shoulders.
The thing that puzzled me was the meeting Aro wanted to have with me. I was pretty sure it was the typical wanting me to ditch the band and go solo thing, but usually he just pulled me to the side or caught me off guard coming around a corner. The meeting seemed a little formal maybe he just wanted to tell me about the band and whether or not we would be continuing the second leg of the North American tour with the main act. I had bigger things to worry about other than Aro and the management of the record company.
Christmas was right around the corner, and I knew that Izzy would be with me no matter what happened and with us being in New York, I planned to sneak away to Tiffany's and get her something special. Something that would let her and the whole fucking tour know, she was mine. A lot of reasons I had to find something was because Jake kept trying to get her alone, and I would piss on her leg to keep the dog away, but I was pretty sure she wouldn't like that. Izzy was independent and didn't want anyone behaving like idiots on the tour. She even stopped Mike from leaving with another male fan to party at a local club in one of the towns. She would always step up and play the mother card on some of the crew and other band members. It was quite amusing to watch. However, I tried to keep my antics to a minimum these days. I wasn't looking forward to a repeat of the Hyatt with Tommy's Harley.
I pulled the bags from underneath the bus and turned around, searching for Izzy everywhere. I knew she hadn't gotten far and mainly figured she was with one of the girls, but something in my stomach just wasn't sitting right. I quickly tossed our bags over my shoulder and walked toward the entrance of the hotel. I could see the other girls. They were with their own band members, which increased the sickening feeling in the bottom of my gut.
"Here," Tink said, handing me my room key.
"Where's Izzy?" I asked, pissed because something was totally off. I pushed the key into my pocket when a wet dog smell permeated my brain. I turned toward the couple behind me and then looked down to the ground, seeing a little dog with a leash around his neck. It was in that moment I knew where Izzy was. Jake, I thought.
"I don't know," Tink replied, looking around.
"Where's Jake?" I asked because I knew … I fucking knew he was with her.
"I just gave him his key," she replied, still looking around.
"What room?" I was fucking livid at this point. I had to find that little mangy assed mutt and put this shit to rest.
"247," Tink replied as I dropped our things and ran through the halls. I didn't even bother with the elevators and quickly looked at numbers as I ran. Like every other hotel we had ever stayed at, two hundred forty-seven would be located on the second floor. It was just a matter of finding the room. I could hear voices right before I got to his room and slowed down.
"He's only going to hurt you, Bella," Jake seethed. I stood on the other side of the wall. They were tucked into a little darkly lit opening. I didn't allow them to know I was there as I listened to their exchange.
"No, he's not," Izzy seethed right back at him. Why was it he was calling her Bella? We had talked enough on the road that I knew she often went by Bella, especially to her closest friends and parents. But, why did Jake think it was okay to call her that? I wondered. Had she asked him?
"Can't you see that I love you?" Jake cried. "He's no good, and he will only hurt you. He has a fucking wife … he would do the same to you, if given a chance. He doesn't respect you, and I bet that when his wife rolls into town, he will ask you to leave."
"He wouldn't do that … he wants a divorce," Izzy whispered the last little bit. I wasn't one who sat and talked about the women I screwed or married.
"Please, Bella. I would love you and be faithful to you. I would never hurt you," Jake whispered. I peeked around the corner to see him pushing her hair behind her ear.
"Please stop," Izzy said, pushing his hands away from her hair and face.
Jake grabbed her chin, lifting it to his face and kissed her. I fucking died in an instant. I don't know why I didn't run into the opening and pull his fucking ass off her, but it wouldn't have mattered because once Jake pulled back from the kiss, Izzy fucking reared back and punched him right in the fucking nose. Blood poured from his nose instantly, and he staggered back, losing his balance, and sliding down the wall as he held onto his nose.
"I told you to stop," Izzy said, gagging. That was something else about her. She couldn't stand the smell of blood. It would make her sick and cause her to pass out. She ran out of the opening and straight into me. Just as I grabbed her arms, she collapsed. I scooped her up and walked into the opening, letting Jake see me or what he could of me. I didn't say a word. She had taken care of herself and had done what I would have except I would have made him look worse. I guess, in a way, she saved me the trouble because I would have beat him to a pulp for touching her. He wasn't off the hook yet, but about the only thing I would do at this point was threaten him.
I ran with Izzy in my arms down to the first floor, where our room was located. I thanked Mike mentally for complaining about not getting any sleep if we all stayed on the same floor in this moment. I didn't know if I was going to be able to be on the same floor as Jake after what happened.
Pulling the key out of my pocket proved to be a little hard as I tried to not move Izzy that much in my arms. She still hadn't come to yet, and I didn't want to shake her up either. I finally got the key out and into the lock. Once I turned the key, I pushed the door open to deposit her on the bed. Once she was settled, I moved into the bathroom and wet a washcloth. I came back to her side, rubbing the rag around her face and forehead, hoping this would bring her around. It took ten minutes of rubbing her for her eyes to finally flutter open.
"You're back," I whispered, smiling crookedly. I was so relieved. She had me worried, thinking I was going to have to call a doctor or someone to check on her.
"What happened?" she asked, rubbing her forehead.
"You fainted," I replied, not knowing whether or not I should tell her about Jake, just in case she didn't remember.
"Oh, my God," she said, placing her hand over her mouth. "I told him to stop, but he didn't listen. I swear, Edward. I didn't want him to kiss me, but he did," she cried, grabbing my shirt, begging me to understand.
"Shh, baby, I know. I was in the hallway and heard the whole exchange. Well, the majority of the exchange, I think."
"Thank you … I didn't want to lose you because of some kiss that meant nothing to me." She sobbed, pulling me closer to her body and cried into my shirt.
I sat with Bella in my arms for half an hour until someone knocked on the door. I figured it was one of the crew or Tink bring our things that I had haphazardly left laying in the lobby of the hotel. I eased Izzy down to the mattress and opened the door. It was just as I assumed. Jasper stood there with our things and nodded his head at me. He probably already knew what happened from both Alice and Jake. This was Jasper's way of letting me know. I thanked him and closed the door.
Izzy's tears had finally dried out. I think the real reason she was upset was because she had hurt someone else. Not only was Izzy fearlessly protective, independent, and sometimes smothering to others, she also had a soft spot and didn't really want to hurt people whether it's with words or fists. This was something else we had discussed while on the road. Trust me, when you're not getting laid and the girl you love wants to talk, there isn't anything else to do besides listen. I loved everything she ever said and hung on every word, unless it was when she was telling me what to do, which wasn't often. Actually, she sounded like my mother when she would scold me for leaving the seat up on the toilet. However, with her, I tried to listen.
When Izzy finally fell asleep, after getting a headache from the fainting spell and crying her eyes out; I slid into the bathroom for a couple of lines to relax me. I needed something to make me feel better, and it hit the spot nicely. I looked in the mirror and studied my image for a few moments. It seemed like I was getting older by the minute. Tiny little lines forming in places I never had them before, which didn't really bother me per se, but I could see the effects of the partying and yak had on my body.
After this tour … no more, I thought. I needed to come off the stuff. It wasn't like it was a problem, really. I could take it or leave it. But, one thing's for certain, I had to start thinking differently. It was in that moment that I gave up my dreams of being a big time rock star and decided to ride out the last little bit of this tour. I would take the remaining money I made and royalties from the record … whatever that would be and get Izzy and me something. Something to start our lives on … something so she could finish school and become all the things she talked about while on the road. I needed and wanted to change for her, for us. I wanted us together, and if it meant throwing the shit in the trash and walking away from the band and the tour, I would in a fucking heartbeat … I would for her.
The light knock broke me from my thoughts and shifted my body into overdrive, getting the mess cleaned up.
"One minute," I yelled.
"Hurry up. I need to pee," she yelled back. I chuckled while wiping down the counter and checked my nose one more time to make sure I didn't have any residue on it. Once I was happy, I splashed a little water on my face and opened the door to a beautiful, rumpled girl, who pushed by me and went straight to the toilet. She pulled her pants down, but never showed me anything. It was rather disappointing that all the times I had finger fucked her, I still hadn't see her pussy yet, but at least we had made it that far. It was better than nothing.
She sat on the toilet for a few minutes, doing nothing, but sitting there looking at me. I guess I couldn't take the hint that she didn't want me in the bathroom while she peed.
"Out," she said, pointing toward the door. I thought it was funny she couldn't do anything in front of me. I had no shame. The only thing I couldn't do in front of her was put the junk up my nose. Other than that … I could do it all piss, fart, or even shit, and it didn't phase me one damn bit. It did bother her though sometimes, not all the time, but sometimes, and she would get all pissy about it. I thought it was cute really when she would fuss, but that was who she was, and I loved every damn minute of it.
Heading out of the bathroom, I grabbed a smoke and kicked back to see what was on TV. As I surfed through the channels, I heard the shower turn on. I think I actually started bouncing my leg at the sounds. Izzy always showered in the morning, but when I started touching her body, I noticed she would always shower before she came to me. I knew what the shower running potentially meant, and God if I wasn't looking forward to it. I found a happy ending every time I played with her body. I used the friction from the bed, cover, or my jeans to get the results I wanted without disrespecting her wishes to wait. I wasn't happy about it, but I accepted her terms. Blowing my load in my pants wasn't all that fun, but I would take that over nothing any day of the fucking week.
After our first finger fucking session in Rosemont, things had increased. She always let me go a little further, but still refused on removing her panties. In St. Louis, she wanted to touch my cock; I didn't care. I stripped everything off that night, hoping she would take the hint and let me see all of her, but she didn't. That night though was the first night she jacked me off, and God it felt good with her little hands wrapped around me. Hell, just thinking about it had my cock harder than steel, and she wasn't even done in the shower yet. I jumped from the bed and rushed to pull off my clothes. Hopping back in bed, I pulled the covers over my body. She wouldn't notice anything was missing until she climbed in, parking her ass next to mine or pulled the covers back far enough. I slept in my briefs every night so I wouldn't scare her in the morning with my anaconda; the briefs held the snake in place or held it back some. I snickered at my thoughts.
"What's so funny?" she asked from the doorway of the bathroom, only wrapped in towel. I didn't pray as often as I should, but in that moment, I prayed that she didn't have any panties under that towel.
"Amen," I said aloud, knowing she probably heard me, but I was totally shameless at the moment.
"Were you praying?" she asked, skeptical.
"Yeah," I responded as she walked closer and closer to the bed. I wanted to get out of the bed, run over to her, and race right back to bed with her in my arms. I felt like a seventeen year old hormonally charged kid or a kid with ten dollars at the candy store. I couldn't be bothered by which one at the moment, both were a good idea of the excitement I felt.
"I didn't know you were religious or prayed for that matter," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed. I wanted to reach for her, but I didn't want to assume or scare her in any way. She was running the show really; I was just the willing contestant, ready for whatever she would give.
"I'm not really religious, but I had to thank God for sending me an angel," I said. I pulled that one out of my ass quickly. It wasn't that she wasn't an angel because she was, but it sounded really fucking good.
"Edward …" she scooted closer to me, but hadn't gotten under the covers yet "… I was wondering. Well, Jessi said something about it, and I was wondering if maybe you might … it's stupid really." She stopped talking, and I had to know what she wanted.
"What baby? I will give you anything." I reached up pushing her wet hair away from her face.
"It's just … shit … she said it feels really good, and we would both like it," she stammered. I mouthed the words 'Thank you'. I think I know what she wanted, but still wasn't all that sure.
"Tell me where?" I asked because I wanted to make sure this was moving us in a closer direction of eventually having sex, but I didn't think it was going to be tonight. She had just started taking those pills a couple of days ago, so I knew she wasn't ready for it yet. But, I knew of something else that would make her see stars.
Izzy turned two different colors of red before she looked at me.
"Oral," she whispered. I heard her plain as day, but I had to tease her a little.
"What did you say?" I asked, cupping my ear and made her say the words louder. When she did, I muttered, "That's what I thought you said."
"You do realize you can't have your panties on while I do that right?" I asked. Izzy wasn't dumb, and I didn't mean it to sound that way, but I was talking to a girl who, when it came to anything about sex, female issues, or anything along those lines, turns into a mute who wouldn't show me anything. I didn't want this to end before it even got started.
"I know," she whispered. My cock got harder, knowing I would finally be able to look at her pussy, I already had cum leaking out the tip just anticipating the view. Hell, I think I was drooling, too.
I pulled her body down closer to mine. I wanted to look, but if she was still uncomfortable, I would allow her to get under the covers. At least maybe somewhere in her mind, she would think as the cover as her shield, but I would still have access to her.
Leaning down, I kissed her sweetly at first … a few light kisses, getting her to open up for me and turning her on. When she opened her mouth readily, I slipped my tongue in and kissed her almost breathless. As I pulled back from the kiss, I could see the glazed over look in her eyes. She was ready and prime for the taking.
I eased my hands down to the towel and where it was wrapped around her body. Breathing in deeply, I started unwrapping the towel from around her. I looked into her eyes as the towel finally gave way. I wanted to look, but I wanted to give her a moment to adjust to the new situation she found herself in. When I felt she was ready, I would have my look. She gulped when I let the towel go at her sides, but never broke eye contact. That was the best sign in the world; usually she would look down like she was ashamed of her body, but tonight she didn't.
Taking that as my approval to look, I looked down. First, it was her tits, and they were perfect and made for my hands. I placed my hands on both of them. I was always a greedy fucker at times and when it came to things like this; I didn't want to touch one … I wanted both. I weighed each breast in my hands, palming her raised peaks. I loved doing this to her. She always moaned, and it was the sexiest most erotic thing in the world to me. She arched her back, shoving her tits into my hands. Apparently, I wasn't the only greedy one here. I rolled her nipples between my thumb and index finger as I looked to the promise land.
My mouth wasn't the only thing drooling when I looked at her. My cock picked that very moment to twitch and leak more than it had previously. I looked up into Izzy's eyes and licked my fucking lips because I wanted her on my mouth just as bad as I wanted inside of her.
Pulling my eyes from hers, I noticed the blush that now ran over the tops of her breasts and down to her stomach. I never knew a blush could go that far. I wanted it all though.
"Spread you legs," I demanded. She didn't do it right away, and I had to pull away from her breasts to gently ease her into opening them. As I skimmed my fingers through her curls, she let her legs fall open like I wanted. I moved to the end of the bed to get into position. I sat on my knees, watching as her pussy glistened in the lights of the room. Rubbing my fingers down her slit, I gathered her juices. She was a mess in front of me. Not only was she wiggling on the bed from me touching her, but more moisture gathered at her entrance. I growled, slipping my fingers into my mouth, moaning around them as her taste assaulted my tongue.
Diving straight in, I couldn't hold myself back. It was like I was man without water on a desert island and she was the drink I craved. I used my tongue to stroke her clit, causing her to thrash and moan above me. I was relentless and didn't give up on my target, sucking the shallow nub into my mouth. I was a fucking animal and used my finger to circle her pussy as my tongue lapped, sucked, and flicked. Her body pushed and pulled, but she was moving too much for my liking. I used my left arm to hold her lower body down as I lavished her pussy with my tongue.
She couldn't move her hips anymore with my arm draped over her, but reached down with her hands and pulled my face tighter –closer to her pussy, grinding it into my face. I was in fucking heaven. Heaven between her thighs, buried eyes deep in the pink promise land of Izzy, and loving every fucking minute of it. I hummed and moaned along her clit as my finger slipped in out of her body. I ground my cock against the mattress, looking for something to ease the ache I felt there. It was both heaven and hell for me. I was torn, heaven between her thighs, and hell with my cock, which wanted to be buried balls deep inside of her- loving her- fucking her. I ground my body harder … thrusting into the mattress below, sucking her clit and nibbling at it with my teeth, causing her inner walls to squeeze my finger. I knew she was about to cum. I gently eased another finger into her body, knowing I had to be careful with her, but knowing she needed something else to bring on her release. I had just barely gotten my finger into her body when I grunted as my own body came on the sheets below. It was then she too exploded around my face, drenching my mouth and chin with cum. I pulled away from her clit and pussy slowly as she continued to squirt cum out of her body. I was a little proud of myself in that moment, watching her body's reactions to me, I had never seen another female have that type of response before, and actually, I thought it was a myth, but she pulled it off. I felt like the Grinch that stole Christmas … my heart grew three sizes and the love I felt for her in that moment, huge. I almost told her I loved her in that fucking moment, but I bit my tongue before I could.
Izzy rested heavily on the mattress, panting for her breath. I stood from the bed and pulled the covers and towel out from under her body. She didn't move or even reply as I fixed her side of the bed with a towel under her ass to soak up the mess she had made. Once she was fixed and under the covers, I crawled in behind her, loving how her flesh felt on my own.
A/N: Another chapter and our couple are moving forward, I hope. Edward has admitted to himself that he is in love with her, but has yet to admit it to her. Jake was a real pain here … he has his moments of being a lifesaver and a pain in the ass (a little foreshadowing here). I don't know what to do with Bella in the future yet, and I'm wrestling with myself over one thing … but it won't really matter until the follow-up story. Don't forget to read the announcement in the header about the completion of this story and the story it will follow into. Going to work out more chapters ... don't forget to leave a review! I appreciate each and every one. ;)