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Waiting, Whining, & Wanking

I storm into my apartment and throw my bag to the floor. I even stomp my feet a few times to have the full tantrum effect. I'm a child like that. I huff and look around my empty apartment before dropping my shoulders in defeat. Tantrums work so much better when there's an audience. Doing it when no one around is just lame.

I can't help it. I'm frustrated.

Sexually frustrated.

I need dick. I need Edward's dick and he's holding onto it like it's the secret to the Holy Grail. Locked up like Fort Fucking Knox. It's not fair. I'm ready to storm the castle. Cross the moats and kick down the gates. Beat him into submission.

Fuck. I should be embarrassed that the image of him on his knees while I do said beating makes me squirm, but I've never been one to shy away from my freaky side. I like whips and chains. In theory. As in "it's hot to think about, but if you hit me I'll fucking kill you" kinda way. Whatever.

I just want to have hot dirty sex with him. But Mr. Robinson is a clit tease. It's been almost three weeks since our first date where he eye fucked me until I could come, then left me high and not so dry with a kiss and a promise. Jerk. Hot, sexy, super cock jerk.

But I have a plan. It's going to be awesome.

My phone rings and pulls me out of my musings of seduction. I smile when I see it's Edward and decide my evil plotting and tantrums will have to wait.

"Hi," I breathe into the phone like a porn star. I never claimed to fight fair.

He clears his throat and when he returns my greeting he sounds flustered. Fuck yeah. Point for team porn star.

"Whatcha doin?" I ask all innocent and shit.

"I just got in. I'm beat, but I wanted to call you before I crashed."

He said beat. I try not to laugh. I suck at not acting like a teenage boy.

"Bella, stop snickering because I said beat."

I open my mouth to give him my most offended, indignant reply, but I've got nothing. As soon as we hang up I'll have the best comeback ever. But now I've got zip. Damnit. "Sorry," I chuckle. "How was your day?"

I feel like a tool for asking such a lame question, but the truth is I want to hear about his day. I want to know what he had for breakfast, what he's wearing and not in the dirty way, and if he thought about me as much as I thought about him. I want to know everything. I'm such a girl.

"Long," he sighs.

He sounds tired. "You sound tired." I wish I was with him. I could make him dinner, rub his back...his cock. I shake my head and scold myself. It's completely pointless.

"I am. But I wanted to talk to you. Where did we leave off?"

I groan and pretend I don't know the answer. He's asked me a bazillion questions. I feel like I'm being interviewed by Homeland Security for a job. For whatever reason, he keeps asking questions about me, no matter how ridiculous my answers are. He's pretty awesome like that.

"I think we were to the part where you tell me the no sex ban is over and you're ready for another round of mind blowing sex." I cross my fingers that he takes the bait.

He doesn't.

"Tell me about your parents."

I fall onto my bed and roll my eyes. "I'd rather talk about your cock."

"Isabella."

I wedge the phone between my shoulder and chin, laughing as I wiggle out of my pants. "I hope you realize when you call me Isabella it only turns me on."

He huffs into the phone, pretending to be annoyed, but I know better. "You're impossible."

"Actually, I'm easy. Really easy. As a matter of fact, my pants seem to have disappeared just hearing your voice through the phone."

His sharp intake of air is expected, but I'm not prepared for the sex-soaked smoky rasp of his voice. "Are you naked?"

I want to play. I want to have hot dirty phone sex with him until I rub my clit so much I need burn cream. But I could only pull that off if I was smooth, cool. Which I'm not. So instead I say, "No, I'm not naked. I'm scared to go without barriers. Who knows the damage I might do to my body after walking around in a constant state of unsated horniness? Do you know how awkward that would be? Who wants to explain to people they're wearing a wrist brace due to a carpal tunnel flare up from masturbating? Not this girl."

He laughs softly into the phone, and I wonder if I'm being a bit too hasty in dismissing the whole phone sex thing. "Please don't injure yourself. Then I'll have to come over and take care of you. I think that would ruin us both."

I lift the clock on my nightstand and slam it down again. It makes a crazy loud noise.

"What was that?" He sounds a little panicked and I almost feel bad. Almost.

"Oh, just me slamming my arm against my nightstand. If I break it, you'll be forced to give me sponge baths. I'm a really clean person, Edward. I'll need multiple rub downs a day."

"Why do I suddenly feel like a virgin on prom night?"

I slide my hand under my shirt and scratch my nails across my stomach. "Because you're being a tease and holding out?"

"Ah, I see. Are we at the part where you tell me if I really loved you, I'd have sex with you?"

I laugh and close my eyes. "Would it work? Because I would totally spring for dinner, too. Chips and salsa. Only the best for my boo."

"So romantic," he snarks, but I can hear the smile in his voice.

I sigh and let the sound of his breathing smooth the tension from my shoulders. "Why aren't you here?"

"Because if I didn't meet with my parole officer I was going to end up back in jail."

I groan-laugh at his joke and try to ignore how pathetic I feel for missing someone who's only been gone for two days. "My parents are..complicated," I say, answering his earlier question instead of whining about missing him, which is a total loser move. Just sayin'.

"Are they still together?"

I barely contain my laughter as I attempt to answer. "Hell, no."

"You don't seem sad about that. I take it their divorce was a good thing?"

"Oh, I didn't say they were divorced. They're still married. Mom tried to serve my dad with papers about ten years ago, but apparently 'Shacked Up With A Whore In Vegas' was not a valid address. Anyway, my mom is fine. She spends most of her time in her garden." I totally make air quotes when I say garden. It's not like anyone can see me.

"What kind of garden?" I can practically hear his brow lift.

"Of the herb variety," I say all sketchy.

"Bella, is your mom a hippy?" He laughs.

"Define hippy?" I'm so coy.

"Is your mom a meditating, bell bottom wearing, pot smoking hippy?"

I inspect my nails but stop when again I realize there is no one to see me. Living alone is really annoying when I'm trying to be dramatic. "Not the meditating."

"Not the meditating," he laughs.

"You better keep that to yourself," I warn. "I don't need your parole officer bringing heat on my mom. She has needs."

"Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me."

Silence fills the line, and again I want to pout and whine about him not being around, but I know it won't do any good. Luckily he saves me from my misery. "I'll be home tomorrow."

"Oh, thank God," I exhale. "I want to do dirty things to you so bad I can't stand it. Enough of this waiting bullshit."

"It's only been two weeks."

I gape at the phone. "It's been three! How do you not know that?"

"No, it's been two. We had dinner last weekend. I left yesterday and I'll be home tomorrow."

I pout because it feels like a year, or fifty. Not two weeks. "Two weeks is long enough."

He ignores me and changes the subject. "Can I come see you tomorrow when I get back? It might be late, but I really fucking miss you."

I kinda melt, okay I totally melt, at his words and suddenly I'm not pouting anymore. "Yeah? I'd really like that."

He exhales and it sounds like relief. It makes me smile. "I'll text you when I'm on my way, okay?"

"Okay," I answer, but I'm not really listening. I'm plotting. I'm the evil villain twirling her mustache. I refrain from doing a creepy laugh. I'm not really five. I just act like it. Sometimes.

"I can't wait to see you." His voice is lower and I think I heard him yawn while I was plotting. He's tired. I suddenly stop thinking about getting him out of his clothes and wish I could just snuggle with him. I want to fall asleep with my head on his chest and his arms wrapped around me. I want to feel the dull thud of his heartbeat under my ear. My chest tightens and a sense of longing hits me out of no where. This boy is making me crazy.

"Me either," I whisper.

"Tomorrow, Isabella," he murmurs before telling me goodnight and disconnecting the call.

All swoony feelings are put to the side as soon as he says my full name. I'm in full blown get in his pants mode again. It's his own fault really. I warned him that calling me Isabella did stupid crazy things to me. Maybe it was intentional. It doesn't matter. I'm going to cover his chastity belt with napalm and blow that fucker up. Literally. That sucker is toast.

The next morning, I squirm in my seat at my desk and tap my pencil against the surface. I'm restless and ready for the day to end so I can get home and put my plan into action. The guy in the cubicle next to me clears his throat and leans around the partition. He's clearly annoyed.

"What's up, slick?" I ask, like I don't know why he's giving me the stink eye.

"My name is Aro." He sneers at me and I flinch. A satisfied smile stretches across his face, and I roll my eyes. The only thing scary about him are those disgusting teeth hidden inside his yuck mouth.

"Whatever, slick." I wave him off and turn back to my desk. He makes some huff-growl noise and disappears on the other side of the partition. He hates when I call him that, especially since he can't figure out why I've saddled him with the nickname. Unfortunately for him, the six other people who share our space know exactly why and have taken to using the name from time to time. I should feel bad for openly making fun of him, but it's not my fault his face is so oily it looks like he bathes in Crisco.

My phone rings, and I jump in my seat thinking it could be Edward telling me he's on his way. My excitement quickly morphs into a groan when I realize it's Alice and that it's only noon. I sigh when I answer, knowing what's coming.

"Wud up bizzy bee?"

"Alice. No." I shake my head and attempt to sound stern, but I'm totally fighting back a laugh. She does this every Thursday.

"Don't act like you ain't ready for this jelly. You know what's up."

"Alice."

"What day is it?"

"Alice." I don't know why I'm bothering. She's not going to stop until she reaches the end.

"Let me hear you say it!"

I roll my eyes. "Thirsty Thursday," I mumble.

"Wrong," she yells into the phone, and I chuckle because I know what's coming. "It's Thirstay Thurzdayyy, biotchhhh."

"You are the most hoodrat girl I know from the suburbs."

"I'm the only hoodrat girl you know from the suburbs."

I nod because she's right, then brace myself for her three snaps in a z formation hell to the no. "I can't come tonight. Well, that's not true. I very much plan on coming tonight, but it will have less to do with drinking and more to do with fucking."

"What?" She's confused. I'm not one hundred percent sure I understand what I said either.

"Edward. He'll be back in town tonight, and he wants to see me."

"Well, bring him, too. You know it's going to happen eventually. Might as well be drunk when it does."

I shake my head. If my plan fails, watching her and Jasper dry hump each other is the last thing I'll want to do. "I have a lot of work to do. I can't be hung over tomorrow."

"Bella," she whines.

"Alice, it's really not that big of a deal. With Jasper coming we would have only had about ten minutes to talk before he attacked you."

She groans. "Is there some kind of medication he can take that will stop him being such a light weight? I tried to increase his tolerance while he was on vacation by spiking his coffee, flavored water, and milk."

"You didn't," I laugh.

"I did. It didn't work. He just stumbled around and groped me the whole time."

"Bummer." I pull in a breath to explain all the ways I need to have sex, but she saves me the trouble.

"Fine. I'll let you off the hook since this is the first time you've had regular sex in forever. But you can't hide Mr. Super Cock forever."

I bite my tongue and refrain from telling her about the chastity belt he's slapped over said super cock. If I do she'll try to help me come up with some ridiculous plan. I've got that covered. I have my own ridiculous plan.

"Thank, Al."

"Yeah, yeah. Peace out, biznatch."

I laugh and drop my phone. Turning back to the files on my desk, I lose myself in numbers until I can escape. When I finally make it home, the fatigue from work has faded and I'm a bundle of nerves and excitement. It's kind of ridiculous, really. The time I've spent with Edward has been amazing, even if he is holding out on me. It's also forcing me to realize something. Whatever is happening between us, it isn't normal. It's different, special. Everything about him feels new and exciting, but also familiar, like I've known him my entire life.

As I clean up my apartment, I make a decision. I'm going to stop worrying about how long we've known each other or if things are moving too fast. If we don't work out, I don't want to waste a second of the time I have thinking about what ifs. I take a deep breath and try to calm my suddenly racing heart when the thought crosses my mind, then shake my head. He's not going anywhere. As Brandy would say, th e boy is mine.

I pace my apartment and glare at my phone when the clock display rolls over to ten. It's late. I begin to wonder if he's going to change his mind, but when an incoming text vibrates my phone I make this stupid girly noise that I refuse to call a squeal because that would be embarrassing.

Just crossed city limits. Be there in twenty.

I start stripping out of my clothes like they're on fire as I race to my front door and flip the deadbolt. Sprinting to my bathroom, I start the tub and try to stop my hands from shaking as I text him back.

Okay. The door is unlocked. Let yourself in.

I know there will be a scolding text waiting for me when I check it later, but I can't be bothered to care as I toss my phone on the counter then step into the tub. I relax into the warm water as steam slowly rolls around me and clouds the air. I close my eyes as sweat beads at my temples and water sloshes around me as I lift my foot to cut off the faucet.

I still and try to figure out what to do with myself until Edward gets here. I should have waited at least ten minutes before I climbed in, but I was too damn excited. Now I'm going to look like a California Raisin when he gets here. He's totally going to think of old lady poon. Gross. I didn't think this through. Not that I'm surprised. I'm kind of an idiot.

I decide not to worry about all the things I've done wrong and get a head start on my plan. With closed eyes, I slip my hand under the water and run my fingers over the smooth skin of my stomach. Sliding lower, I smile at the smoothness of my skin thanks to the torturous wax I had the day before. I pull my feet closer and let my raised knees fall against the sides of my tub as i open myself. With Edward's face in my mind, I slip my fingers between my legs and give my clit a gentle pass. My entire body jerks.

I try to get myself going, but I feel completely ridiculous. I think about the latest porn I watched, but nothing is working. I groan in frustration and try not to focus on the fact that Edward will be here any minute. The moment I think of him, the memory of our first night together assaults me. Rough hands, soft lips, and strong arms make my eyes roll back. Suddenly, I'm not struggling for inspiration. My legs shake and my free hand grips the edge of the tub as my eyes roll back and my jaw clenches.

I see him above me. His eyes bore into mine as he uses and abuses my body in ways I never imagined, ways I never knew. I can't imagine living without them. I tense and my mouth falls open as I let out a satisfied moan as my orgasm hits me full force. I breathe heavily and drop my head against the back of the tub as my body goes limp. Well that didn't go as planned.

"Isabella."

I tense at the sound of his voice and turn my head in his direction, but I don't dare open my eyes. Oh, my God, how long has he been here?

"Look at me."

Fuck. His voice is all growly, demanding, and I'm going to fuck you stupid. It totally makes me open my sated eyes.

"Hi." I think I sound normal, but I'm pretty sure I'm breathing hard.

He palms his dick.

I know then, I'm not breathing normal. I'm turned on all over again.

"Hi," I say again. I sound so lame.

He moves closer and my entire body tingles. It's like it knows the super cock is approaching and it's fangirling all over the place. I slap my inner voice. It's a fucking idiot.

"What are you doing?"

I lick my lips and shift. "That depends. How long have you been here?"

He smirks and narrows his eyes. "Long enough to watch you have an orgasm I didn't give you. That makes me sad, Isabella." He kinda breathes my name as he falls to his knees beside the tub. I can't for the life of me remember the orgasm I just had because he's completely wound me up all over again.

I lift my hand out of the water and cup the side of his face. He leans into my touch as my thumb sweeps across his cheek and I just…I want him. I want all of him every day for the rest of days. Jesus.

"I didn't mean to make you sad," I say, and I mean so much more than my stolen orgasm. Which if I'm being honest is mine and I can do whatever the fuck I want to with, but I'm completely in lust/infatuation with him so I don't say that. What I mean is, making him sad causes this weird drop in my stomach. I don't like it.

His eyes are so intense as he looks at me then around the tub. A wicked smile pulls the corners of his mouth up and I get the feeling I'm in for a world of trouble. My excitement is insurmountable.

"Then I suppose I should do something to make up for it," I say in the most sexy voice I have. Which is probably lacking, but I don't give a shit because he's looking at me like I'm the last meal.

He eyes drift to the side of the tub and whatever he sees causes him to smirk. My stomach tightens in appreciation. He looks calculating. He's up to something. "What are you up to?"

He grips my knee closest to him and tugs. He wants me to face him. That's not so bad. "Do these jets work?"

My eyes widen as realization hits me. He can't be serious. "Yes," I stutter because I'm nervous as fuck.

He gives me a wicked grin, and I swear for a moment I think he's the devil incarnate. Without breaking his snake charming gaze, he reaches for the button that will activate the jets. The moment they kick in my entire body jerks in surprise. I try to squirm away as the water pulses against me, but he uses both hands to grab my knees and hold me in place. I have no choice to drop my head back as my entire body begins to shake. "I can't," I pant and fight against his hold.

"You can," he commands, and fuck, his voice is going to be the death of me.

I shake my head and grip the lip of the tub behind me with both hands as I give in to the feeling. He lifts my legs over the edge of the tub and frames his body as the stream of the jet tortures me relentlessly.

"Edward," I moan. I can't even think. He stands and leans over me, still holding my legs in place as his mouth descends on my nipple. It's too much. I'm going to die.

"Fuck."

"Is this what you wanted?"

It takes two seconds for my inner selfish bitch to get a right hook from my inner pervy bitch. "No," I whisper and finally open my eyes. Fuck, he's beautiful.

"No?"

"I want you to come with me."

"Bella," he scolds and even though he's annoyed, it's still hot.

"We don't have to have sex," I say, focusing on the bulge in his pants. "Let me see you do what you saw me do."

He sucks in a sharp breath, and I hold mine in anticipation. "Is that what you want?" His voice is fucking ridiculous. It's low and gravely and it makes me want to fuck him until I can't see straight. But I don't want to ruin the moment between us, so instead I act like the adult I pretend to be.

"I want more. But I'll settle for that."

His jaw flexes, and I want to lick it. He releases my legs, and I immediately pull away from the jet stream of water that is making my entire body tremble. He tsks and pulls the buttons of his jeans free as he straightens up. I try keep my cool as he pushes his jeans and boxers down his hips and his cock bobs against his stomach. He's so fucking beautiful and I'm so fucking smitten. And lusty. So fucking lusty.

He wraps his hand around his cock and steps forward. I'm going to die. I know it.

"Is this what you want?" he whispers.

I think I pant an answer. I can't be sure. He leans forward and grabs my leg before pulling me back to my previous position. When my body jerks, he chuckles and strokes his dick. I'm not sure I'm even still alive.

"I want you," I moan and try to squirm away.

He's not having it.

"Stay still," he groans, and I just want to die.

"Please, please, please." I don't even know what I'm asking for, but I'm wound tighter than I've ever been. The only relief I want is Edward.

He kisses my knee as his face flushes. I see the tendons on his neck as his body tightens and I know he's close. I force myself to keep my eyes open and watch the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. His head bows. He grips his cock, the tip leaking and swollen, as he strokes it like it's being punished. He tightens his hold on my knee and shifts my body. I don't know what's up or down.

My legs tremble and I fight to hold my eyes open as Edward's lips part and his eyes burn into mine. "Come with me," he gasps, desperate and needy. I fall apart before he pulls in another breath. He grunts, and follows right behind me. Shaking and sated, my body sags and my eyes fall shut as he lifts me from the tub and presses his lips to my temple.

"This isn't over, Isabella. I want more."

"You can have what you want," I whisper, lazy and incoherent.

"I want it all," he says, pulling me against him, possessive and strong.

"It's already yours," I promise as my head falls limp against his chest and sleep claims me.

A/N

Hello, hi, hey, wud up. Sorry for the delay. This is part 2 of 3 of Sara's bday present. The third part will follow in a few days. Then it's back to my little corner of angst hell, also known as Watch Me Burn. Anyhoo, see y'all on the next one!

xoxo

~Liv