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Song for this chapter – Feel Like Making Love-Bad Company
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.
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Chapter 8
Feel Like Making Love
BPOV
When I thought about Edward, I thought about how much I loved him already, but wasn't ready to admit it yet. After last night's events, I felt so fucking alive. I was ready for anything that Edward could give me. While standing in the shower, I decided it was time. I was in love with him and wanted to give him every inch of my body. It was just a matter of deciding when I wanted to allow this to happen. I didn't want candles, flowers, or all the mushy stuff. I just wanted him in every sense of the word. I closed my eyes as the spray from the shower massaged my muscles and thought about how his mouth had felt between my legs. I was getting aroused just thinking of those things.
Thank God, Jessi had overheard Tink and me talking about having sex with our guys. Apparently, Tink was just as nervous as I was about the whole thing, but Jessi told us about other things we could do that were just as fun and would calm some of our nerves in regards to the whole act. I didn't believe her at first. I knew she was experienced, but I thought some of the things she talked about were a little out there. I had never heard of boys doing those kinds of things to a girl before. I didn't know if I was going to be able to suggest something like that to Edward to begin with. I couldn't wait to get Tink alone and ask her if she tried and what she thought about it.
I wouldn't have time to talk to Tink today because today was travel day, once again. I stepped out of the shower and dried off, putting on some jeans and a sweater. It was the middle of winter here in Ohio, and it was extremely cold. I briefly wondered what it would be like to be on tour during the summer and immediately decided that was something I didn't want any part of. 'Old Bertha' was what we had called the tour bus that chauffeured us back and forth between shows and wasn't the warmest bus. So I figured if the heat didn't work all that great, I bet the air condition wouldn't work either.
As I walked out of the shower, Edward was pulling the bags onto his shoulders. He looked up to me smiling.
"I think I have everything, except what you used during your shower," he said as I walked over to him and placed my things in my bag I had just used. Just as I was about to walk away, he pulled me into his arms, nuzzling into my neck.
"I love the way you smell after your shower," he hummed. I giggled as I felt his nose run underneath my ear. Edward pulled away, looking in my face like he wanted to tell me something important. Instead, he leaned down and kissed my lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. My shower already had my mind reeling, and I wanted the kissing to lead to more things soon, very soon. The knock on the door alerted us that it was time to check out of the hotel, breaking the spell he had on me. Reaching down, he grabbed my hand and lead me out the door.
The first leg of the trip was boring. Edward and I had been lucky enough to score the seat in the back, where it was a bench seat. I could practically lie in his lap as the miles disappeared behind us. He stroked my hair and looked into my eyes. Several times he looked like he was getting ready to say something, but he would never utter the words.
When the bus stopped for dinner, Edward rushed me out of the diner very quickly, trying to make sure we got the seat in the back; it was something every couple on the bus fought over. Thank God, I had used the restroom before heading into the diner. Tink, Jessi, and Rose were still in the restroom when Edward dragged me out. Once back in our seats, he kissed me, lighting the fires deep within my body. I moaned as his tongue tangled with my own, needing him to do something to ease the ache I now had between my legs. He pulled away from the kiss and reached for the blanket we had with us. He quickly spread the blanket across both our bodies.
"You have to be quiet … do you think you can do that?" he asked, looking deep into my eyes. I was so mesmerized that I quickly nodded without thinking of what he was going to do to me.
Edward's hands slipped under the blanket, and I felt them pulling at the button of my jeans. I reached down, stopping his hands as the bus filled with others while looking into his eyes. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Just keep quiet and no one will know what is going on back here."
He unzipped my zipper and pushed his hands into my panties. When his fingers made contact with my clit, I bit my lip trying to hold back the sounds I wanted to make as his fingers circled the nub. He gazed into my eyes the entire time as his fingers played my body. It was hard not showing him my appreciation of his talented fingers. I only hoped my eyes showed him how much I loved what he was doing to me.
His fingers circled my entrance, causing me to whimper a little. 'Sorry,' he mouthed to me. I could only assume he had added more than I was used to, but it didn't matter how many he added because his thumb skillfully circled my clit. I could feel the building of my climax in the pit of my stomach. I watched Edward's eyes as they darkened as the feeling inside of me increased. He licked his lips and lowered his head to mine. As his lips touched my own, my orgasm washed over me with Edward swallowing the sounds of my moans. He lightly stroked me as I recovered. I reached for his hand, pulling it from my sensitive body. Quickly, he placed his fingers in his mouth, quietly moaning and winking at me. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks, knowing what he had done last night.
"Soon," he promised as he lifted me out of his way so he could use the bathroom on the bus. I knew what was happening in that little cramped up room, but didn't bother to call him out on it, nor did I disturb him. I did want to ask if he needed help. Hell, I wanted to slip his cock into my own mouth, but I had to consult with Jessi first. At least she had some experience in that area.
After our little blanket session and Edward's return from the restroom, I curled up on his lap and slept the remainder of the way to Lexington, Kentucky.
~AASS~
Lexington wasn't the best of times for the band during this whole tour. Actually, Lexington had to be the worst stop because the boys were made to perform after hours of rushing to get here. On top of that, right as the main act took the stage, we were shuttled off again to our next stop in East Rutherford, New Jersey. One more step closer to the photo shoot with Rolling Stone and the dreaded meeting with the record label.
I would have given anything to take Edward's spot in the meeting, but it wasn't about me. It was about the band or, at least, he hoped. I knew he had the weight of the band resting on his shoulders. If only Garrett could understand that it was never his intentions to be in the spotlight as he had thought. I often wondered if someone was feeding his head with these thoughts. Surely, he should know Edward better than anyone and would know none of the things going on were his doing, but it didn't matter. I knew a fight was coming, and it was just a matter of time before the whole band suffered the consequences.
The girls and I hung out on the bus as the show played behind us. It was then that Tink said she hadn't worked up the courage to ask Jasper about it yet. She was of no use in the blow job department either because Jasper refused to allow her to try. I thought that was very noble, but why not allow the woman you proclaim to love satisfy you in that way too. I hoped Edward wouldn't keep me from trying. I quickly strolled over to Jessi, who was sitting back with her headphones and walkman. I nudged her shoulder and pointed to the seat beside of her. Jessi slipped off her headphones and both of us talked for at least an hour. When the others overheard our conversation, they joined us and listened to the art of blow jobs.
It was a little weird to be talking about these things, but how else was I going to learn? There was only one thing Jessi didn't cover in all of her instructions and that was 'what if' your man was on the larger size. It was throwing my brain for a loop on how I would be able to take the whole thing in my mouth. Hell, I gag on a Popsicle stick if I put it too far back, and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Edward was definitely bigger than a Popsicle. When I asked how one would go about pleasing someone of a bigger size, I think every girl on the bus had eyes the size of softballs. I giggled because more than likely it meant they had never seen anything bigger than the normal size. Jessi couldn't even offer me any help, and I was still at a loss. I figured I would use some of the things I learned and adapt the best way I could. That was how I had made it this far on my own, practically.
When the boys finally boarded the bus again, I had retained our seating in the back and motioned Edward towards me. He looked so fucking exhausted. So it was his turn to rest in my lap as I stroked his hair. I was fighting sleep myself, rubbing his hair, but he still wasn't asleep yet. I think some of the drugs he used kept him from being able to sleep. I could only hope that he would stop using them. If things went well with the meeting and the band was allowed on the second leg of the tour, I was going to ask him to stop. It broke my heart to see him like this.
As the sun rose in the sky and miles flashed before our eyes, he noticed I was having a hard time staying awake. He moved me so that, once again, I was resting nestled in his lap.
"What do you want to do with your life?" he asked, playing with my hair.
"I want to finish school," I replied, trying to wake myself up a little to talk to him.
"How much longer do you have?"
"I had just entered my senior year before we left. So just a matter of months, but I don't know if the school will let me back this year. I have already missed a lot of days." Edward looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Are you planning on going to college?" he asked.
"I hope so, but like I said, everything is hanging on me finishing high school first," I said giggling. It was wild to think that I was supposed to be in high school, but was on tour with a band. Then, add the factor that my boyfriend was older than me and a rock star.
"What do you plan on doing if this music thing doesn't work out?" I asked. Edward rubbed his hands through his hair, thinking over his answer.
"Is it bad that I am already over the whole 'Rock Star' persona?" he asked. I shook my head because I knew he wasn't one for the attention.
"See that's the problem with me. I love the music … writing new songs and playing, but this tour … I don't want it anymore. Actually, I would give anything to go back to Seattle and play gigs at shitty bars."
"I can see going back to simple times. I often wish for a simple life." I didn't know what would happen once the tour was over, but I wasn't going back to Renee and Phil. However, I didn't know if Edward would want me to stay with him and what kind of life we would have.
"Would you study music when you go to college?" he asked, kissing my forehead.
"Maybe … it's a passion of mine really and one of the reasons I'm on this tour bus with you," I said, smiling at him.
"Thank God for that." He leaned down and kissed me, making me forget our conversation. When he pulled back from our kiss, he leaned against the back of the bench, finally shutting his eyes. I didn't say a word and closed my own eyes, letting the miles pass by as sleep took over my body.
~AASS~
It took us twenty hours to get from Lexington to East Rutherford. It shouldn't have taken that long, but 'Old Bertha' broken down somewhere in West Virginia, and it took a little while to get the parts. However, that little pause in riding was a blessing because Edward and I used the cramped bathroom for more than freshening up. He pulled me into the little area and shoved me against the make shift sink, kissing me like he would never kiss me again a day in his life. I didn't mind, but it ignited the ache in my crotch. He noticed and quickly worked off a leg of my jeans to soothe the problem I now had.
Within seconds, he was on his knees in front of me with my panties pulled to the side and my leg thrown over his shoulder, working me into a puddle of goo. It was just as good as the first time he had tasted me, and a part of me knew that if sex wasn't ever any good for me that this would more than make up for it. It was just a matter of hanging onto the man that would have me screaming his name at the top of my lungs as my climax burst through my body. It was the first time I had ever been so vocal. Every other time was a quiet affair. If not for my little whimpers and moans, no one would know, but Edward reached something inside of me that had me shouting his talents.
When we walked out the bathroom though, the whole bus was clapping and smiling in our direction. I turned into his arms and buried my head. I knew I blushed all the way down to the tops of my feet. Emmett teased me relentlessly, and Jake wouldn't even look in my direction. Edward ushered me over to our seats and once again, the bus was moving.
Jake not looking at me was a good thing, I guessed, because I was still pissed at him for trying to kiss me in the hallway. I shouldn't have even followed him, but he acted like he needed my opinion on a present he had bought for his sisters. I didn't mind giving him an opinion, but when he pushed me into an open corner, things turned ugly very quickly. I didn't even remember hitting him or fainting as blood poured out of his nose. Edward seemed to think a lot of it stemmed from an adrenaline rush, but I couldn't be sure. It was the first time I had ever blacked out before fainting.
When the bus pulled into to New Jersey, Edward and I were the first off the bus, heading straight to our room. The band didn't have a set tonight because of the extended stay in Lexington and was given the night off, so to speak. Everyone wanted to party, but Edward and I opted to stay in our room. I pulled out my things for a shower because I wasn't getting into bed with Edward smelling like shit. He smiled and quickly picked up the phone to call his mother. I giggled; I had never seen a person who made sure that they contacted their mother every time they stopped or did something new, but Edward did. I was told once by a wise woman on my block that if a boy treats his mother with respect, then he was a keeper because more than likely he would treat you the same. It warmed my heart, but it also made me wonder if Edward was potentially a mama's boy. Now, this concerned me because I had heard negative things about those types too. Apparently, there was a different between respecting one's mother and being stuck up her ass; Edward was border lining on this quality.
I headed on to the shower because at this point in our relationship, it didn't really matter if he wanted to talk to his mom every day of the fucking week. I knew nothing about his parents at all, and she might actually be the nicest lady on the block for all I knew. I didn't have to worry about it until I meet them really. I quickly showered and dressed to head back into the room, but when I entered, Edward was gone. I didn't think he had plans on leaving the room, but assumed that he was out getting something to eat.
Hours passed before Edward stumbled into the room reeking of booze and looked high as a fucking kite. Here it was I thought he was doing so well. I didn't move a muscle as he climbed into the bed as the sun was rising in the sky. I did, however, cry myself to sleep, worried that he might not be alive when I woke later in the day.
Only sleeping a few hours wasn't good for anyone, but I hoped that being young would help. I grabbed a couple cups of coffee for Edward and myself. Just as I was leaving the lobby, James grabbed me, pushing me up against the wall.
"God, you are a sweet little thing," he said, nuzzling in my neck as I tried to pull away from him. I had always thought James was a sleaze, and now he just solidified that thought.
"Get off of me," I said. I would have pushed him, but I would have spilt the coffee I had for Edward and myself in the process.
"Tell me why Edward hasn't been coming to see me?" he demanded, like I had anything to do with Edward buying drugs from him.
"I don't know why. Why don't you ask him yourself?" I huffed, pushing passed him without spilling the drinks in my hand. However, he grabbed my elbow and led me down the hall. He stopped abruptly, causing a little of my coffee to spill on my hand and burning it.
"I know you were probably snorting that magic dust up your nose too, and I come to offer you a better deal," he cooed, running his fingertips along my jaw. When he tried to rub his fingers over my lips, I snapped at him, trying to bit his damn fingers.
"Frisky one, I see," he said chuckling. "I will give you what I was giving him for half the price and a piece of you," he said. If it wasn't for those fucking coffees, I would have smacked him across the face. First of all, for implying or thinking I was sucking that shit up my nose. Then because he thought I would really be with someone like him, let alone cheat on Edward.
I didn't even have to worry about doing anything because Edward was on top of him within minutes. I never even saw him standing there and assumed he was still in our room. I quickly dropped the fucking coffees because I had to get Edward off him before he ended up killing the slimy sucker for touching me. It took everything I had plus Jasper and even Emmett to pull him off James, who was a bloody mess on the floor. I ran down the hall and straight back to our room. I had to get out of there before the sight and smell caused me to pass out again.
I stormed through the doors of our room, standing at the end of the bed, trying to take some deep breaths to clear my head. When the door slammed behind me, I about jumped out of my fucking skin.
"Why does every fucking man on this damn tour want what I fucking have?" he screamed. I stood there shocked. I had never seen Edward this mad before.
"What is so fucking special about you?" he sneered. The tears streamed down my face … here it comes, the one thing I had dreaded every since that moment in Detroit. I still didn't answer, not knowing how to respond to him.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the mirror. That was when I looked into his eyes, and for the first time since I had known Edward, they were a wild green. It wasn't the color I would associate with calm, peace, or even lust though. It was hard to explain. When he was high, usually his eyes were almost black; his pupils would be so dilated. Now, with him looking directly at me through the mirror, they were almost hazel. They were a cross between blue, green, and a brown.
"Answer me, damn it," he demanded.
"I … don't … know," I whispered. I don't know why anyone wanted me. It wasn't like I was anything special really. I don't think it had anything to do with the reasons James wanted me. James was just looking to score any way humanly possible. Jake was another issue altogether though. I knew he genuinely liked me as a person.
"How do you not fucking know? You're fucking beautiful, Izzy, and all these assholes want you to be with them," he confessed.
"I don't know why they like me. With James … it wasn't about the looks per se, Edward. He wanted to make a sale … said you weren't coming to him anymore and assumed I was your hooker junkie," I spat. That part pissed me off. I wasn't some common fucking whore, and I wasn't a fucking druggie.
"That's right because the precious Bella is too perfect to be a whore or a junkie," Edward spat right back at me. That was the first time I ever heard him call me by my real name. It was heartbreaking to think this was all I would get.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I asked, turning from the mirror to look him in the eye. I wanted to know what the fuck his problem was. It all started last night after he called his damn mother.
"You can't even begin to understand, little girl. I have adult problems that have nothing to do with you." He stood and walked to the door. He was always walking away from me when shit would get crazy.
"Fucking go, Edward, but find someone else to sleep next to tonight because I'm done with this shit. You're high all the fucking time … shoving that shit up your God damn nose. I begged you in Detroit to let me go if you were only going to break my heart," I cried. I was pissed at him for the words he had said to me. Calling me a little girl was the icing on the cake. I guessed I wasn't so little when I was his play thing. He had his back to me, but I wasn't about to let him walk out this time. I grabbed my bag, throwing it over my shoulder, and left the fucking room with him standing there watching me. It fucking figured he hadn't anything more to say to me.
"I knew it was too good to be fucking true," I muttered as I walked out of our room and down the hall.
I knocked on Tink's door. When she saw the fact that I was crying and had my things, she quickly let me in. I didn't feel like explaining everything to her and just crawled into the bed. I had a headache, and I felt sick. It wasn't like us girls had to go to the show tonight. Tink crawled in behind me and gathered me in her arms. She just held me while I cried.
~AASS~
It was still dark outside when I finally woke up. Tink wasn't in the room with me anymore, so I assumed she had gone to the see the show with the others. I just couldn't do it at the moment. Walking over to the bathroom, I never saw Jasper sitting in the dark. I screamed when he cleared his throat.
"You scared the shit out of me," I said, grabbing my chest and trying to calm my breathing down.
"It wasn't my intention of scaring you. I just wanted to talk to you for a minute before the guys arrive. Alice is taking care of getting them back to the hotel for me."
"Can you give me a minute?" I said, motioning towards the bathroom. I really did have to pee. Jasper nodded his head, and I quickly walked toward the bathroom. Maybe he was going to tell me to leave the tour, but I wouldn't think Tink or any of the others girls would allow something like that to happen to me. If it made Edward uncomfortable to be around me, I might not have a choice. I finished quickly and walked back out into the room.
Sitting down in the chair beside him, I was ready to listen or plead my case, which ever I needed to do in the moment.
"You're aware that Edward has a drug problem, right?" he asked. I nodded because I was fully aware.
"Good, at least you noticed. Umm, do you know that I'm about the only person besides you that Edward talks to? He doesn't associate with the others in the band anymore, and to tell you the truth, this tour is tearing them apart as a group. All that mess doesn't really matter here, now. I have been let go of my services here on this tour, and once we get in New York, I will no longer be their manager. Once I head back to LA, Edward will essentially not have anyone on his side of things anymore. This is where you come in."
"Why aren't they keeping you?" I asked.
"Records aren't selling, Izzy … simple as that. Trust that I'm not the only one getting fired here."
"They want Edward to go solo," I mused, remembering his words.
"Pretty much, and Aro will do anything in his power to have that. He has wanted it from the moment he saw them at 'The Whiskey'. Edward and I both pushed for the entire band to be included, but with the animosity and someone feeding Garrett a pack of lies … well it's only making the record label that much more determined to eliminate the others. Garrett has talent, but he lacks a certain selling aspect the record label is looking for, and the others, well, unless they plan on joining another band, they are pretty much a studio artists to them and to them, replaceable."
"That won't work out well … Edward doesn't like the spotlight. He doesn't want that kind of attention or notoriety."
"I know, but that's what is going to happen whether he likes it or not. He does have a choice though or so I have heard." Jasper rolled his eyes, but I don't think either of us believes for one second that Edward would really have a choice.
"Now, onto the drug problem and the reason he has been rather ill lately. A couple of days ago, Edward came to me, telling me he was planning on coming off the coke. He said it wasn't a problem, but we all know that stuff is hard to shake. Edward is experiencing withdrawals from the cocaine, but he has been using pills. Pain pills and sleeping pills to keep him from going through it too bad, but there will be times his temper will become a problem."
"Taking pills isn't going to make things better for him. He needs to check himself into rehab or something," I said with tears streaming down my face. I knew he had a problem, but never thought it was that bad. However, I never really knew how much he was doing, only that he was doing stuff.
"He's going to need help and more than any of us can give him, but he can't do it now, not with us still being on tour. It will look bad, and even if the band turned everything around in the next two weeks, which I doubt they will, I couldn't advise him to do so. It would end his career, not to mention the fact that he has to want the help. He's made the effort, but he needs to want it more than he wants air to breath. Do you understand?" he asked. I knew that there was no way we would be able to force him into getting help. I hoped maybe something I could say or do would be the driving force.
"Try to give him time and be there for him. Between the drugs, record label, and his immediate family, he has a lot to deal with, and then he has you," Jasper said, winking. Jasper walked to the door and was about to leave.
"He will always have me ... if he wants me," I whispered, lowering my head.
"Trust me, Izzy; he wants you more than anything else in this world. You're the reason he wants to get better." Jasper smiled at me, walking out the door.
I was feeling like shit that Edward had all these major issues and yet my only concern was about the things he had said to me while he was upset. I wondered what Jasper meant about immediate family? Had Edward said something to him about getting a divorce from Kate? So many questions and no one to answer them for me. I stepped into the shower, hoping that once the show was over, Edward would come and get me, but I still wasn't sure. I did things to keep my mind from thinking about whether or not he would show and put together a scrapbook of pictures that I had taken while on tour. It was something I would carry with me forever and remember what life was like on the road with the band.
I placed the book down into my bag when I finished adding the last photo to my collection. I pulled the bag over to my side of the bed and was about to clip my nails, something I had been neglecting for a while now, when a knock pulled me from rummaging through my purse. I crossed my fingers, hoping it was him. Surely, Jasper or Tink would have used the key. I stopped by the mirror to make sure I didn't look all puffy from crying all night, and then proceeded to open the door.
Edward stood there, looking down at the floor. He was sweaty and tired. You could tell he had a rough night on stage, and all I wanted to do was to pull him into my arms and hug him, show him how much I truly loved him.
We may have stood in the doorway for hours or even mere minutes. All I knew was I didn't want to let go when he hugged me. I never wanted to let go. I knew that we needed to talk about things, and he needed to open up and be honest. In that moment, all was right in the world. We pulled away from our embrace, and he walked into the room, gathering my bags and placing them on his shoulder. Neither one of us spoke when he walked back over to the door. He didn't even have to turn around to make sure I was following him. I would follow him anywhere he wanted me to. I would put off the rest of my life to give him everything he wanted or needed.
He opened the door to our room and allowed me to enter before him. Once we were secure behind the door, Edward lightly pushed me to the wall. His lips were on mine within a matter of seconds, and the kiss was better than the last. It seems our kisses got better and better as time progressed. He pulled back from the kiss and looked into my eyes.
"I want to be better for you. Please know I'm trying, no matter what happens." I was completely dazzled; he wanted to be better for me … that had to mean something, right?
I stood on my toes and leaned into his lips for another kiss. This kiss was passionate and chalked full of longing. I wanted him in the worst way. His body pushed up against mine, pressing me further into the wall behind me, and I could feel how aroused he was from our kisses. His hardness was pressed into my stomach and within a matter of minutes, I knew what I wanted.
"Make love to me," I whispered, pulling away from his lips.
"What?" he asked, pulling back to look into my face.
"You heard me … take me … make me yours," I purred. I was so turned on by our kiss. The information Jasper had given to me about him wanting to change because of me added to the fact that he asked me to bear with him.
"Are you sure? Because once I start, I don't think I will be able to stop," he whispered into my ear as he nipped on my earlobe.
"Take me, please," I begged as his lips continued to nibble working down my neck. I was completely gone.
Edward ran his hands down to the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. Once the shirt was discarded to the floor behind him, he kissed down my collar and into my cleavage, pushing my breasts together as he licked my body. As his mouth approached the clasp in the front of my boobs, he made quick work, using his tongue and teeth to get the clasp undone. The bra fell away from my body as Edward pushed the straps off my shoulders. Once my tits came into view, I didn't try to hide them. I knew what seeing them did to him. It thrilled me to get him going just from a kiss or sight of my body.
As he descended down my breasts to lick at my nipples, I threaded my fingers through his hair and pulled his mouth closer to my body. Leaning my head against the wall, I closed my eyes as his mouth worked over my peaks. I moaned and groaned as he nipped and sucked, licked and pulled, rolling my nipples in his fingers making my body feel like it was on fire.
I felt like I was in fucking heaven. His hand slid down my sides, going for my button on my jeans while his mouth still worked my tits over. All I could do was lean heavily against the wall behind me as his hands dipped further and further into the front of my jeans. When his fingers grazed my swollen nub, I moaned loudly. I wanted my jeans off so I could feel him all over me. My hands were still in his hair as I held his face to my breasts. I pulled them away and pushed my jeans to the floor, causing Edward to lose contact with my nipple. I could feel the nipple harden more in the coolness of the room. Edward growled as my jeans and panties pushed away his hand that was still buried between my legs. God, he felt so fucking good, and in this moment, I wanted him more than the air I breathed.
Edward pushed me harder into the wall. He switched hands and used the other to hold onto my neck as he looked into my eyes and played my pussy like his own personal fucking Gibson. My juices were running down my leg as his fingers moved as sweat beaded on my skin. I was close, yet so fucking far away from the goal I had in mind. I thrust against his fingers, making them slide deeper into my body, pushing against a spot I never knew existed before. The moans that fell from my lips spurred him to rub harder on the place deep inside, causing my body to shake. Leaning his shoulder against my upper body, he held me in place even though it felt like my knees would give out any fucking minute.
As he flicked my left nipple with his tongue, I burst into a pile of goo in his strong arms, clinging to him as his fingers moved slower and slower inside of me, until he pulled them from my swollen core.
Resting against the wall was the only option I had because there was no way my legs could carry me over to the bed where I wanted to collapse. Edward reached down and grabbed my legs, picking me up, and walking me over to our bed. He gently laid me under the covers where they were still pulled to the side. Once in the bed, Edward walked to the bathroom, and I was content to just lie back on the bed. I hoped it wasn't over, but he hadn't agreed to anything other than the fan-fucking-tastic finger fuck he had just given me against the wall. Hell, I guess I shouldn't be totally disappointed; at least he was willing to give me that much. I rolled over, facing the window in the room, and contemplated going to sleep; I was exhausted and totally spent.
He approached the bed with a towel in his hands. When he got to my side of the bed, I rolled onto my back to look up to his emerald green eyes. Ah, the eyes that meant he was still totally horny, and when they would turn black as night … those were the eyes that meant the animal in him was about to make an appearance. There were aspects of the animal that I loved. It usually gave him a rough edge, and he would be a little harder with me in the process, which I fucking loved.
"Lift," he said, placing the towel underneath my hips.
"What's the towel for?" I asked because it was something we have never used during any of our make out sessions, and trust me, the bed was always wet afterwards. I guess Edward was tired of sleeping in the wet spot. I snickered, finding it funny that he would voluntarily sleep in it for me.
He reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. I love the way he looked with his shirt off. The tattoos that covered his body were gorgeous, but I never had him explain why he had gotten those particular tattoos. Someday soon I would ask him to explain. I was staring at them and not paying attention to what he said about the towel. He leaned down, making me look into his eyes.
"Bella," he said, looking into my eyes. This was the second time since I met him that he called me by my name. I loved it.
"Yeah," I replied, waiting for his words. I watched as his Adam's apple moved in his throat.
"You're a virgin … when I enter you for the first time … well, you're going to bleed," he said, stroking my chin. I was mesmerized by his touch and the look in his eyes.
"It's going to hurt. I can't do anything about that, but I do want you as comfortable as can be, and I don't want a mess on the bed." It was like the light bulb above my head signaled the necessity of a towel in that moment. I know I turned two shades of red from our discussion; it was always something I had a hard time talking about.
Edward pulled down his pants and briefs, exposing his cock to me. I reached up and stroked it a couple of times, feeling my own wetness gathering between my thighs. He ran his hands down my thighs and in between my legs; I spread my legs wide, allowing him the room to work.
"So fucking wet," he cooed as his fingers slid through the moisture of my kitty. His fingers entered me, making me feel full, but it still wasn't what I wanted or really needed. I pulled away from his member and reached for his arms to bring him over on top of me; I was done with fucking fingers.
He climbed on the bed, never removing his fingers from my body. They felt good, but I wanted more.
"More, I need you," I whimpered as his thumb stroked my clit.
"Patience, Bella … patience." He leaned back on his knees, spreading my legs further apart with the hand that wasn't buried knuckle deep in me. I was moaning and groaning as he played with my body, but still needed more.
"Cum for me, one more time, Bella, and I promise I will give my cock to you. But, you have to cum baby," he said, lowering his head to my pussy and taking a quick swipe of me with his tongue. Closing my eyes and focusing on how he was making me feel was causing me to become wetter and wetter. With him calling me by my real name, it was driving me crazy. I moaned as his fingers dug deeper into my body, finding that spot inside of me he had earlier. Only this time, he used his tongue and sucked at my clit; I was gone in seconds.
I was trying to catch my breath as his body slid up mine, kissing all the way to my lips. When his lips made contact with mine, I felt him there. I gasped as he pushed into me.
"I'm gonna go slow," he whispered against my lips as he kissed them once again. Pulling back from the kiss, I felt as he pushed a little more, feeling a pinch. It didn't really hurt all that much, just a pinch. Edward pushed in more until his hips were rested against my legs and stopped. I could see the sweat running down the sides of his face. Reaching out, I wiped the sweat off his brow, making him look at me. The look in his eyes swept me away. I had never in all my life seen so many emotions in his eyes. I might dare say I saw love and devotion, but I knew I was mistaken. He hadn't said anything about loving me yet, and I wasn't sure if he even did. I mainly went with my own emotions.
"So fucking tight," he moaned, throwing his head back as he pulled out of my body, only to push back in a little faster this time. I grunted as his body filled me completely. He stopped again kissing me, but this time, I made things more interesting and moved my hips, causing him to groan, but he didn't move, allowing me to grind against him and his cock.
"Stop," he grunted, biting his lip. I didn't stop…I couldn't. The friction I was creating with him...holding still was going to have me coming undone in a matter of minutes.
"I'm gonna cum if you don't stop," he moaned, thrusting into me.
"Yes," I moaned as Edward pushed in and out of my body. "More," I grunted, matching his thrusts. His hands slid down between us and rubbed circles around my clit, as his mouth latched on to my right nipple.
I was so fucking close to the edge of something, but couldn't fall over the edge no matter how hard I pushed into him. Edward bit down on my nipple lightly as he pinched my clit, causing me to explode around him. I grabbed onto his head, holding him to me as my climax washed over me. I didn't want to let go and came close to telling him how much I fucking loved him and wanted him, but I couldn't. Tears gathered in my eyes and spilled over onto my checks.
"Did I hurt you?' he asked, breaking my hold on his head, looking at me.
"No, these are happy tears," I replied, trying to wipe the tears away.
"Good, let's get you cleaned up," he said as he pulled out of me. It hurt a little. Edward walked to the bathroom and brought back a wash rag and used it to gently wipe me. When he was satisfied that I was clean, he carried everything into the bathroom. I curled up on my side of the bed and waited from him to come out.
~AASS~
Edward wanted me to come to the photo shoot for Rolling Stone. I wanted to see what would happen behind closed doors so to speak; so I went along with it. He explained that the majority of the shoot should be about him and the boys, but when two women walked in completely made up and wearing robes, I became a little nervous.
The photo shoot went well and the cameraman was funny telling the boys to make love to camera. I chuckled, but it all worked out great. The last shots were pictures of the boys with their shirts off. Mike was worried about the way his chest was going to look, Emmett flexed the muscles he had, and Edward didn't even pay much attention and quickly pulled off his shirt, comfortable showing off his body. Garrett was the same way, wanting to know if the photographer was going to work on the way he looked. Mike's ears perked up when the photographer agreed. I guess Garrett and him breathed a sigh of relief. It only took a couple of minutes to wrap everything up.
Edward was getting ready to put his shirt back on when the photographer pulled him to the side and whispered in his ear. The look on his face said it all. Edward threw the shirt onto the floor and stood there as the models came over to him. When the photographer wasn't shooting, the woman would hang all over his body. Edward would grimace as the girls touched him.
I wasn't very happy, but I would have taken this groping any day compared to what happened next. He was lead into another part of the studio that looked like a couch and bed. It was darkly lit, and the women stripped down exposing their breasts to both Edward and anyone else in the room. I watched standing behind the photographer and several others. It was a train wreck waiting to happen. I was fucking pissed, sick, and so over the whole fucking shoot. Thank God, it was over within forty minutes, but the photographer kept Edward to take a couple of individual shot of him holding a bottle of Jack Daniels, and a couple of him and his guitar.
After the shoot and meeting, Edward led me out into the brisk New Jersey weather. I shivered as the wind blew through me. He pulled me closer and walked me down the street to our hotel. I didn't like the day's events, but our evening turned out to be something special. I wanted to know what Aro had planned for him, but he didn't want to discuss it. He wanted our time to be special, and he needed my support.
A/N: She couldn't wait any longer. The lemons seen in the last couple of chapters will probably be all that is included in this story. I might try to put another, but don't know for sure at the moment. We are approaching rough waters, and things are about to get a little bumpy. Remember, keep following. You will want to see where this story goes I promise.