Author Note: Thanks for the great response to this story! Lots of opinions on waxing lol.

Teasers for guessing the chapter title from Def Leppard went to: sherylb, megsie1977, KDMCAM, Mom23xx, and k8ln713. Lots of Poison and Bon Jovi guesses!

Thanks again to moosals for pre-reading. Stephenie Meyer owns all characters.

Chapter 14 – Pour Some Sugar on Me

"Hey, you," Edward smiles at me, leaning in for a kiss as soon as I'm settled in the passenger seat of his Volvo. Our kiss continues until the car behind us toots its horn for us to move.

"So what's the plan?" I ask as we pull onto the road.

"I thought maybe we could go to Dave & Buster's and play some games after dinner?" he suggests.

"Oh, that sounds like fun! I went to the one up in Chicago for an 18th birthday party last year. You know, I think there's something similar at Westport that I heard some people talking about."

"I've heard about that one, too," he nods. "I looked into it, and their website said no one under 21 after 4pm. We can go some afternoon though, maybe."

"I can just use my fake ID again," I shrug.

"I don't think you should use that too much around here," he cautions. "At least not while I'm your teacher and contributing to your delinquency, all right?"

"Fine," I laugh. To be honest, I'm a little bit surprised that he'd be willing to go out to dinner in St. Louis County at all, though I think Dave & Buster's is just this side of the river, maybe 10-15 miles from campus.

Once we've finished our entrees in the restaurant part of Dave & Buster's, Edward and I order chocolate fondue to split for dessert. We may have a bit too much fun feeding each other the strawberries, marshmallows and bits of pound cake, but I'm having such a good time I don't care if others around us are offended.

After taking care of the check, Edward buys power cards for us, and we move to the huge back room full of different arcade-style games. I've heard they even have some vintage games from back when my dad was a kid in the 80s.

"So what do you want to play first?" I ask.

"I like the car games. Race you!"

"You're on, Cullen," I growl.

Edward and I find the row of racing cars, waiting until the next race starts and two slots open up. We're competing against several other people, but all I want to do is beat him.

I manage to finish ahead of him in the first game, so he demands best two out of three… and beats me in the next two games. Damn it!

Walking around, we spot a vintage Centipede machine. "I can't believe this still works with the track ball," I laugh, brushing my fingers over it. I've never played it before, but Edward has, and he beats me handily.

"No fair, old man!" I tease him.

"It's not like those were common when I was a teenager though," he laughs.

"How old are you, anyway?"

"I'm 28," he answers. "Does that bother you?"

"No," I reply honestly.

Our attention is drawn to a young man shooting baskets at one of the Super Shot games. He looks even younger than me, but he's very, very good. I wonder if he plans to play college basketball. Edward and I make our way over there to join the small crowd that's gathering. He stands behind me, his arms around me, and I couldn't be more content.

Once the young man has finished, everyone applauds, and I turn around in Edward's arms. "I'd like to see you try that," I propose.

"Ha! Yeah, I might make a couple baskets."

"Maybe we should make a bet on it," I grin. I'm actually pretty decent at shooting baskets… from one specific spot.

"And the loser has to do… what?"

"How about… the winner gets to choose our Halloween costumes for next weekend?" I suggest with a grin.

"We're getting Halloween costumes?" he chuckles.

"Yes! I love dressing up as literary characters."

"We can't exactly go to a campus Halloween party together, Bella," he says gently, pulling me close and brushing his hand through my hair. "I'm sorry."

Edward kisses me to ease the sting of his words, and I forget my disappointment, kissing him back hungrily.

Pulling away, I lick my lips. "You still taste like chocolate."

"So do you," he smiles. "Come on, let's try to shoot some hoops."

Despite my bravado, I can't manage to beat him. It's still fun though. I do beat him at the Ghostbusters game, shooting ping-pong balls at "ghosts." The Big Bass Wheel, which looks like the wheel on Price is Right, is a lot of fun, too.

After a couple of hours wandering around the arcade, Edward cashes out our tickets, getting me a huge stuffed animal. It's cheesy as hell but I love it, walking outside with a dopey grin on my face.

Edward's house isn't that far from Dave & Buster's, so I'm not surprised when he heads there without asking me. Inside, he grabs us two bottles of water, flopping onto the couch.

"I'm beat," he moans. "I spent all afternoon working in my yard. I'm getting too old for this."

Instead of sitting beside him, I straddle his lap, smiling at the grin on his face. "Are you too old for this, too?" I tease, trailing my fingers down his stomach.

"Definitely not… but I might have to let you take the lead tonight."

"T-take the lead?"

He nods. "I'm yours. Do what you will with me."

My heartrate speeds up as I consider the possibilities. I'm not sure what I'll do, but I think it should start with taking his clothes off. I reach for the bottom of his shirt and he obediently lifts his arms so I can pull it over his head.

Placing my hands on Edward's shoulders, I slowly drag them down his chest, pausing to circle his nipples, just in case it feels half as good to him as it does to me. When I've reached the top of his pants, I slide down to the floor, spreading his legs. Leaning forward, I kiss along the scar on his right side.

"Surgery?" I ask curiously. It looks like a fairly straight line.

"Yeah," he nods. "I was bleeding internally. One of my broken ribs was poking things it shouldn't have been."

"I'm sorry."

He shrugs. "It healed after a couple months; so did my arm. My finger was never quite the same again though."

Grasping his left hand, I suck his slightly mangled ring finger in my mouth… maybe practicing my technique for later.

"Fuck, Bella, you're getting my dick a little excited."

"Do you have a name for him?" I ask with a grin, noticing that there is indeed a rising tent in his jeans.

"A name?"

I nod. "Like… Little Edward. Though he's not so little."

"No," he chuckles. "You can name it if you want."

"I kinda already have," I admit, and he raises an eyebrow. "I've been referring to him as the Biggest Dick Ever — BDE for short."

"If you really believe that, you need to watch more porn," he laughs. "Are you planning to take my pants off or just tease me with your mouth so close?"

In answer, I pop open the button on his pants, then slide the zipper down really slowly. And the BDE immediately tries to make an appearance.

"Help me take them off?" I request.

Edward stands up, spreads the blanket from the back of the couch across the cushions, then tugs his pants and underwear down. Once he's sat down again, I finish the job by removing them.

And then stare at his dick. It's pointing straight up, its full intimidating size just a foot from my face. I've read blowjob scenes in fan fiction, of course, but I know that reading isn't the same as doing.

I decide to start with my hand, since I've done that before, sliding it up and down a few times. I swear the BDE is winking at me, just daring me to take a taste.

"I wish we had more of that chocolate from our fondue."

Edward bursts out laughing, until I slap his thigh to shut him up. "I think there might be a jar of some kind of sundae topping in the pantry," he says.

Getting to my feet, I walk into the kitchen then open the pantry door. It takes a minute, but I eventually find a jar of chocolate sauce. I open the jar, then stick my finger in to make sure it's liquid enough to use. Grabbing a couple paper towels, I run them under the faucet briefly for later clean-up.

Edward eyes me warily when I return, but it was half his idea, so I know he doesn't really mind. I set the paper towels on the blanket, then pour a little bit of the chocolate sauce over the head of his dick. Grasping it in my hand, I lean forward and take small licks along the head until it's clean. That wasn't so bad.

Next, I drizzle more of the chocolate sauce along the entire shaft, with a little extra on the head. I lick from base to tip, then suck the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue all around. Edward lets out a low moan, so I know I must be doing it right.

Adding a little more chocolate to the head, I slide as much as I comfortably can into my mouth, then pull back to just the head, using my hand on the rest. Curious, I tongue the slit, then suck in as much as I can again.

Pulling my mouth off with a pop, I look up at Edward. "Is-is that Ok? I can't fit all of that monster in my mouth."

"Mmmm… do you know how hard you're making it to stay still?" he asks. I think it's a rhetorical question. "Can I see you now?"

Still on my knees, I pull my shirt over my head while Edward uses the paper towels to clean off any chocolate I missed. Looking him right in the eye, I unhook my bra, letting it drop to the floor.

"Come up here," he whispers, and I quickly climb into his lap, moaning as he sucks my left nipple into his mouth. "These are pretty fucking spectacular," he growls, holding up the weight of my breasts in his hands.

I shrug, though I know they're young and perky. "Only C cups."

"More than a mouthful is a waste." And he proves his point by sucking nearly my entire right breast into his mouth.

When I feel Edward's hands slide beneath the top of my leggings, I quickly get to my feet and pull them off. Trying hard to control my grin, I grasp both sides of my panties and begun pushing them down. I bite my lip when I notice him staring at my newly waxed pussy. I hope that means he likes it.

"Get. Over. Here."

As soon as I'm back on his lap, his hand is between my legs, sliding effortlessly over the smooth skin.

"What on earth possessed you to do that?" he asks in a rough voice.

"Alice," I admit. "She made appointments for both of us."

"Thank her for me."

I start to giggle, but then he slides two fingers inside me and I moan at the feeling. He kisses me while they circle and tease, making me wetter and wetter.

"Slide down on me, Bella," he whispers against my mouth.

Fuck! He wants me to be on top? I tentatively take his dick in my hand, positioning it at my entrance, and then biting my lip, begin to lower myself.

"You can do it," he encourages when I pause only an inch or so in. Easy for him to say! I actually think it's more difficult to do it slowly, so I finally say fuck it and just lower myself as far as I can go.

"Fuck," he groans, and I can't help smiling at the way I can affect him. The first time Edward and I had sex, he seemed so in control, though maybe that was just because I couldn't see him.

After taking a moment to adjust, I lift myself up then start moving up and down. Edward grabs hold of my ass, helping me to move while he sucks at my neck.

"Oh!" I yell out when he thrusts up at meet my downward movement.

"Do you know how badly I wanted you to ride me like this in my chair?"

"In-in Chicago?" I ask in confusion. His fingers circling my clit have made my brain foggy.

"Yes, in Chicago. God, I'd sit there while you guys were taking tests, imagining having you on my lap."

"You're a dirty man… Professor Cullen," I whisper the last bit in his ear.

"Sue me for having a hard-on for my favorite student."

Grasping the back of my neck, he pulls me in, claiming my lips in a heated kiss while he thrusts up again and again.

"Oh… oh… oh god…" I moan loudly as my climax crashes over me. Edward never stops his punishing pace until finally he freezes, buried balls deep inside me.

Breathing heavily, I rest my forehead on his shoulder, shivering as he runs his hands through my hair. I can actually feel his dick softening inside me.

"Do you ever plan on moving?" he finally chuckles.

"I feel like my legs are gonna be jelly."

"Lift up," he directs, picking up the paper towels from earlier so that he can clean up the mess dripping out of me. I somehow manage to sit on the couch beside him.

"I think I need a shower," he laughs, standing up. I'm kind of in awe of the way his flaccid dick bounces. "You coming?" He waggles his eyebrows.

"I'll pass." Not sure my pussy could take another round right about now.

"I'll take you home as soon as I'm done, all right?" he says, leaning down to kiss me on his way to the bedroom.

As soon as he's gone, I force myself to my feet, using the hall bathroom. After putting my clothes back on, I find the brush I keep in my purse and try to fix my hair. I rub off the smudged make-up under my eyes, then turn around to look at myself from all angles in the mirror. I'll never hear the end of it when I get home if I look freshly fucked.

A/N: Or pour some chocolate, as the case may be! Both Edward and Bella enjoyed the benefits of her earlier waxing.

My company did a networking event at Dave & Buster's several years ago and all of the guys went straight for the car games.

Next update on Monday.

For a teaser: I'll even give you the artist this time — Madonna. The hint for the song is in the first part of this chapter. (Only 1980s songs.)