AN: Well folks, the results have been posted and I'm happy to share my entry into the 2023 Bodice Rippers contest! I entered as an exercise to better write lemons, and won for Souls of Different Ages. Thank you to all those who organized and voted in the contest, especially to Fanficsr4nerds for beta-ing when I missed that!
So, please enjoy! All recognizable characters belong to Stephanie Meyers. They're her toys, I just like to play with them
"Isabella, we're so sorry for your loss," Karen Newton simpers as she holds my hands. "Please, take all the time you need."
"And let me know if you need anything," Mike adds with an awkward hand on my shoulder. "I mean it, anything."
"Thanks," I reply, forcing my smile. I don't get funerals. The last thing I want to do when mourning my father is host my part-time boss, her horny son, and the rest of the townspeople.
This isn't the first time in my young life I've had to bury a parental figure, but at least last time I had my dad with me, along with Phil's family to help. This time, I'm alone. All alone at eighteen. But I hope the locals like the sandwiches.
Some of my dad's friends from the reservation offered to help, but most aren't as helpful as they think. Now, the Clearwaters-Leah, Seth, and their mom, Sue-they've actually been helpful having gone through the same thing only months prior when Harry Clearwater had his heart attack. My dad's best friend Billy Black and his son Jacob? Their idea of "help" is to visit every night to eat the casseroles my neighbours dropped off and badger me into staying with them in La Push versus by myself in this house. Yeah, so helpful!
If Mike Newton is horny, then there's no word for Jacob. He's also more than twice my size and has become pushy in the last year, forgetting the meaning of the word no. It's gotten to where I refuse to be alone with him on the rez-a real challenge since Charlie's idea of "bonding" was dragging me down there while he went fishing or watched sports with Billy; both of whom just wrote it off as 'boys will be boys', and laughed. No way I'm letting myself stay in a small two-bedroom house with that!
What Mike, Jacob, or any of the boys in this town don't realize is that none of them stand a chance. Even if I didn't live next door to perfection itself, I've never dated a high school boy since freshman year. My attraction to older men had always annoyed Mom. Back in Phoenix, the youngest guy I dated was a senior when I was a freshman. It was dating one of my stepdad Phil's rookie teammates when I was a high school junior that prompted my mom to send me to Forks to live with Charlie in the first place when Phil was traded to Jacksonville-a move that took both their lives. Losing my mom and being under the sometimes watchful eye of the Chief of Police had put a pin in my love life.
"Bella," Billy greets gruffly as he wheels up to me. "That was a beautiful service. Charlie would have been honoured by the thought you gave it."
"He deserves this," I smile softly, trying to believe my own words. "The town loved him." Despite my lack of relationship with my father, he meant a lot to the people of Forks.
"And I feel like I wouldn't be honouring Charlie if I didn't insist you stay with us," he pushes once again, making me roll my eyes. "He wouldn't want you to be all by yourself during this." What they don't seem to realize is that, unless he was dragging me to La Push, I was practically alone most of the time, anyway.
"Come on, Bells," Jake adds with his whiny tone. "I promise, we'll take good care of you." Yeah, like I'd trust that grin.
"She's not alone," the voice of an Angel replies. We all turn and see Esme and Carlisle Cullen approaching. The Cullens are an older
couple who've lived here for the last decade when Carlisle decided he wanted to slow down in his fifties. With him in the emergency
department at Forks Hospital and me-a world-renowned klutz-he and I have had many meetings over the years. Esme is a staple in the
community. Despite only one of her children having gone to any of the schools in Forks - her youngest, Alice, who was only there for her
senior year when they first moved to town - she's the first to volunteer to plan any events the school may have. Esme Cullen has also been
a Godsend with helping me today. She took care of all the catering and even insisted on paying for it.
"Oh, I didn't know she was staying with you," Billy answers, looking surprised while Jake looks constipated.
"She's not," Esme clarifies. "Bella's an adult, and if she wants to stay in her home, she should. I just meant that our son Edward is right
next door."
Ah yes, thirty-three-year-old Edward Cullen. The number one reason none of the boys in this town stood a chance. How could I want the
whiny tones of Jacob Black or the scrawny beanpole build of Mike Newton when I lived next door to Adonis himself? When the Cullens
first moved here, Edward was already at Cornell finishing Architecture school before moving to Chicago to work with a large
commercial developer. It wasn't until two years ago, shortly before I moved back, that he joined the rest of his family out here and started
Olympic Custom Homes with his siblings and their spouses.
"Isn't it a little… improper for a young girl to be alone with a man in his thirties?" Billy challenges.
"As improper as her living alone with two men," Esme replies, and puts an arm around my shoulder. "And at least this way, Bella's
comfortable."
"Are you sure Edward's even willing to take care of her?" Jacob scoffs.
"You know, it's rude to talk about someone behind their back," Edward Cullen interjects as he joins the conversation, leveling the
Blacks with a look. "And I'm more than willing to help Bella with anything she needs."
His green eyes bore into mine, causing my skin to flush. With embarrassment? Lust? Anticipation? It's hard to tell.
Admittedly, I've been feeling this way over Edward since I first moved in next door to him, ever since I caught a glimpse of him coming
home from his morning jog-sweat dripping down his neck, form-fitted Under Armour shirt, gym shorts sling low enough to give a peek of
the deep v that makes women lose their minds.
"In fact," Edward continues. "Charlie had been mentioning an issue with your bedroom window. It wasn't locking properly, he said?" I
give him a confused look. I haven't had any issues with my window. "Why don't we check it out now?"
"Oh, um, sure," I mumble as we excuse ourselves from the crowd and head upstairs. On the top landing, I finally break the silence.
"When did my dad say my window wasn't locking?"
"He didn't," Edward admitted in a whisper, giving me a crooked, comforting grin. "It looked like you could use a break."
I try to hold back the shiver that wants to take over my body as his breath washes over my ear and neck. "Oh, thanks," I reply lamely. "I
appreciate that. I was getting annoyed with them deciding what's best for me and no one listening to what I want."
I take a seat on the side of my bed. With my chair currently holding my backpack and jacket, Edward has no choice but to join me.
"Yeah, that fucking sucks," he chuckles humourlessly. "They're just looking out for you."
I let out a laugh of derision. "Maybe some of them are, but I doubt all of them have my best interests at heart."
"No, you're probably right." His eyes darken and there's a glint of anger in there. I can't help but wonder if he's thinking of Jacob's
undeserved possession. He shakes his head and places a comforting large hand on my bare thigh. "Well, no one expects you
to have all the answers. Whatever you want, Bella. Even if it changes every day. If you end up wanting to stay with the Blacks
next week, no one will judge you."
I look up at him and give him a watery smile. "I appreciate that, but there's no way I'll want to stay with the Blacks. Even without Jake,
there's too much guilt there. Billy makes me feel like I'm not… mourning correctly."
Edward shoots me a confused look. "What do you mean not mourning correctly? It's your dad, mourn the way you need."
I sigh and rest my head on his shoulder, making him awkwardly put an arm around me. "That's just it. Charlie is my dad. According to
them, I should be sadder. Because Billy and everyone in this town all spent so much time with him, they think I should be bawling. I mean,
yeah, I'm sad but I'm not broken up. We just… weren't that close," I confess softly.
"What are you talking about?" Edward questions as he rubs my upper arm. "Your dad loved you. He talked about you all the time."
"That's the problem. He talked about me, not to me," I explain. "I turn nineteen in four months, do you know how much time I actually lived
with Charlie in my entire life?" Edward shakes his head. "I did the math - forty-eight months. In my almost nineteen years, I've lived with
Charlie for the equivalent of four. Obviously, I don't remember the first six months before my parents split, and other than the two
weeks a year from thirteen to seventeen when we would vacation in California, we spent very little of that time one-on-one. Between
school, work, and his obsessive need to out-fish everyone else in the Pacific Northwest, we never spent time together. His idea of bonding
was leaving me at La Push with his friends' kids and wives while he was out in a boat," I scoff and snuggle in closer to Edward. "It feels
like everyone else was closer to my dad than I was."
"Um, yeah." Edward clears his throat and removes his hand from my shoulder, trying to move away. "Why don't I give you a minute? It
sounds like you're overwhelmed with people and could use some alone time."
"No!" I insist and move back to his side. "Please, just stay. I don't want to be alone right now."
"Well, why don't I see if my mom or one of my sisters is free? They can bring you a plate or something," He suggests, and I don't miss
the desperation in his voice, but I double down and grab his waist to pull him back down. It doesn't escape me he puts up no resistance.
"I don't want your mom or a plate. I just want… you." As I look up at him, our eyes meet - emerald green boring into mocha brown. I'm
not sure what I see swirling behind his look, but it gives me a shot of courage and I quickly lunge forward, taking his lips in mine.
At first, he's in shock but soon reciprocates as he takes my bottom lip in between his. All too soon, he puts his hands on my shoulders
and pushes away. He stands up and starts pacing my floor, running his hand through his bronze locks. "Bella, stop. We can't do this."
"Why not?" I challenge him as I cross the room and press my body against his, running my hands down his taut torso. "We're both
adults. And you can't tell me you don't want me." I emphasize my point by flexing into his stiffening erection.
"First off, there's a crowd of people downstairs here for your father's repast," he replies in hushed tones. "And second, you're only
eighteen. What would your dad think about you being involved with a man my age?"
"Geez, you're only thirty-three and you make it sound like you're a hundred and nine," I laugh as Edward hastily clears my desk chair to
sit. I move in front of him and drop to my knees between his legs. "And frankly, Charlie didn't have a say in who I was involved with
before his accident. Even if he and Billy thought they could get Jake and me together." As I run my hands up and down his thighs, inching
closer and closer to his growing bulge, I see that familiar darkening in his eyes. "It looks like you feel the same about that idea as I do." I
wink up at him as I move my hands up his chest, slowly standing against him.
Suddenly feeling bold, I bring up my knees and place them on either side of him, effectively straddling his lap, and push his suit jacket off
his shoulders. While he doesn't help, he's not stopping me either, which I take as a good sign. Giving him a coy smirk, I slowly undo
his tie as well.
"I've never been interested in boys my age. My interest was more in men who knew what they were doing." I undo the top buttons of his
shirt and wrap my arms around him before moving to his neck. He lets out a moan as I'm nibbling and kissing his neck, relishing the
feel of his stubble on my soft skin. "I've wanted you since I moved in. That first morning, I couldn't sleep and I woke up early; that was the
first time I saw you. It didn't matter that it was January, you were finishing up your run. It took everything in me not to run over when I
saw you in that backward cap and those gym shorts that should be illegal. And then when the weather got warmer, and you lost the
Under Armour? I knew I needed you." I bite down on his earlobe in emphasis before continuing my ministrations.
"Fuck…" he groans and then lets out a mumble that sounds like he's saying something about going to hell. Before I question him, his
mouth is back against my lips, his tongue gliding against mine, as he grabs me under my thighs and stands up. He easily makes the quick
trip back to my bed where he tosses me down before covering my body with his own. "You think you're the only one who's been
watching, little girl?" He runs his hand up from my knee under the skirt of my sweater dress as his lips travel down the column of my
throat, following the v-neckline of my dress. "I couldn't stop looking at you when you moved in. And that first sunny day? When I saw you in
those tiny shorts and top, lying out in the backyard? Fuck, Charlie would have shot me in the cock if he knew what was going on in my
head."
"And what were you thinking?" I ask coyly, although his hand pushing my skirt up makes it pretty obvious.
"That I wanted to pull down those little shorts and fuck you right on that quilt," he growls as he pushes up my dress over my head before
bringing his lips back to my neck. "That I needed to have you any way I could get you." He works his mouth down to my collarbone to
the edge of my bra. "I needed to ruin you for all the little boys in this town." Before I can reply, he pulls down the lacy cups and takes my
nipple into his mouth, suckling and nibbling voraciously.
I throw my head back and moan loudly, my fingers digging into the mattress. He releases my breast and moves down my stomach,
biting and sucking on my belly button before moving lower still. "Is this what you want, Bella?" he asks, pulling away from my stomach. I
nod my head eagerly, and he smiles devilishly before taking my panties in his teeth and tugging them down. He lifts me onto my
elbows and spreads my legs wide apart.
"Fuck, Bella…" he moans. "You have the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen." He runs his fingers through my folds, causing me to let
out an embarrassing whimper. "But you wanna know what I'm wondering?" I shake my head, unable to make words come out of
my mouth. "I want to know if you taste as good as you look."
He dips his tongue inside of me and I cry out, grabbing his hair in my fists. He laps at my pussy, making me wetter than I already am, and I
grind against his face, wanting more. "Edward, please," I beg. "Don't stop."
He pulls back and looks at me with dark eyes. "I don't plan on it. But you need to keep quiet. We don't want the townspeople downstairs
knowing what I'm doing to your tight little pussy, now do we?" Before I can answer, he moves back, taking my clit between his lips,
alternating between nibbling, suckling, and flicking at it rapidly with his magical tongue.
Knowing I can't control the sounds he's causing, I grab a pillow to muffle the noises I know I'm about to make before I cry out again,
and I feel myself getting close. I try to hold off but it is impossible, and I explode all over Edward's face, coating him in my juices. He
licks me clean as I come down from my orgasm, and chuckles as he pulls away. He once again cages me in his arms and then kisses me
deeply I can taste myself on his lips.
"You taste so good," he says breathlessly. "And I'm not even done yet." He gets up and stands up straight. All I can do is stare greedily
as he finishes taking off his shirt. "Look at the marks you left on me," he smirks, nodding in the direction of the hickeys I left on his neck. "I
may need to punish you for that, naughty girl."
"And how do you plan to do that?" I ask innocently, biting on my bottom lip.
He gives me a crooked grin. "I'm sure I can come up with something." He slowly unbuckles his belt and pulls it from the loops
before undoing his pants, sliding them down along with his boxers. His cock springs free and bounces off his chiseled six-pack, making
me gasp and sit up. I always knew he was hiding something big inside those gym shorts but I never would have expected this. It's
bigger than any other cock I've ever seen, and I'm pretty sure it's bigger than most. "Don't worry, sweetheart. It doesn't bite." He leans
forward and places one hand on the bed beside me while unclasping my bra with quick precision with the other. "I can't promise the same
from me." He bites down on my neck in emphasis before crawling back towards the headboard.
I crawl forward on the bed and wrap my hand around his thick shaft. My fingers barely reach around it, and I stroke it slowly, feeling the
veins pulse against my skin. Leaning forward, I kiss the tip and moan when I feel his pre-cum oozing onto my tongue. I lick it off slowly,
savouring the salty flavour before sucking his head into my mouth. "Jesus Christ, Bella," He groans, and I smile. I love the sound of
pleasure I can bring to Edward as I move my mouth up and down his shaft, using my tongue to massage the underside of his head. "Just
like that, baby. Look at those pretty lips wrapped around my cock. You gonna let me fuck that pretty little mouth of yours?" I smile and
nod, continuing to suck him off. His hands move to the back of my head as he gathers my loose locks in his hand, guiding me, and I let
him take control.
I'm not saying I've sucked a lot of dick but trying to take all of Edward's length makes me feel like a newbie. Thankfully, he starts
out slow as he fucks my mouth, but it doesn't take long for his movements to become more forceful as I feel him hitting the back of
my throat.
"Relax your jaw, baby," he murmurs as I gag. He pulls my hair gently, and I do what he says, letting him fuck my mouth with abandon. I
don't want this to end too soon, so I massage his balls while I suck his cock.
"Fuck, just like that. You give head like a master, Bella." Trying to control his volume, his moans turn to low growls, and I can tell he's
close. Suddenly, he stops his ministrations and pulls me off his cock with a pop. Before I can question him, he pulls me up his body. "I've
been thinking of this moment for a long time, Bella. There's no way I'm finishing in your mouth." He easily flips me around so I'm willingly
trapped under his hard body once again and runs one hand down my body-grazing my nipples and teasing my navel before stroking
my already sensitive clit. "I'm claiming that tight little pussy. Tell me I can have it, Bella." Unable to form the words, I nod but that just
makes him chuckle. "No, Bella. Say it. Out loud."
"Yes, Edward," I mewl. "Please fuck me."
I feel him move between my legs, and I brace myself for his intrusion. Instead, he rubs the head of his cock along my slit, and I
shiver from the sensation. "You're so fucking wet, Bella," he whispers. "Is this all for me?"
"Yes, Edward," I moan.
"No one else gets you this wet, do they, Isabella?"
"No, Edward. Only you."
He leans down and places a soft kiss on my lips. "Good girl. Right answer." With that, he pushes roughly inside of me. There's a
moment of pain from the intrusion - while I haven't been a virgin since sophomore year, none of the guys I was with in the past come
close to Edward's size. When you factor in that it's been a year and a half since anything other than my Amazon BOB has been in there, it
takes a second to get used to his girth. "Are you okay, Bella?" He asks, his eyes full of concern.
"I'm fine," I squeak out. "It's been a while, but I'm good."
"You're more than good, Bella," he moans, slowly pumping in and out of me while pinning my hands above my head. "You're perfect.
Your pussy was made for me."
As I get used to his intrusion, my hips move in time with his thrusts. "Please, Edward," I whimper. "I need more."
He gives me a wicked grin and brings his free hand down back to my clit, but continues at the same pace. "More what, Bella?" He
chuckles. "You need to tell me."
"Harder, faster, I don't know!" I cry out. "Just more."
"As you wish," he replies in a low growl and starts pounding my pussy harder. I know I'm going to feel him in there for days. "Is this
what you want?"
"Yes," I all but yell.
"You need to stay quiet, Isabella," he chastises with a mocking tsk. "We don't want the good people of Forks knowing I'm up here
fucking the chief's mourning daughter, do we?"
I shake my head no and bite down on my lip. Doing whatever I can to control my impending orgasm. I can tell that I'm getting close,
between his thumb's assault on my clit and the head of his cock perfectly hitting my g-spot. "Edward," I whimper. "I'm cumming."
"Cum, Bella," he growls. Already being close, all it takes is his commanding voice to send me over the edge. My body convulses
underneath him and my pussy clamps down on his cock, but before I can cry out my orgasm, he has his lips on mine, swallowing my
screams. Once my orgasm has subsided, he pulls out and I think it's over until I see his still rock solid member standing straight up.
"What? You thought I was done with you?" he chuckles darkly before flipping me over and lifting my hips in the air. He lines himself up
behind me, and before I can say anything, slams into me again. My whole body shakes as he pounds into me. He doesn't stop until he's
buried balls deep in my pussy. I can hear how wet I am around him and how tight I am. I've never felt like this before. He leans forward
and kisses my neck. "Do you like it when I fuck your tight little pussy?" He asks in a husky voice.
"Yes!" I pant.
"I love the way your pussy feels wrapped around my cock."
"Please, Edward," I demand but it comes out as a whine. "Fuck me harder, Edward!"
He chuckles and picks up speed and I can hear him panting. "You're so tight," he grunts as he keeps thrusting into me from behind. "I
don't know how much longer I can hold out." His hand snakes down from my waist back to my clit, and he furiously strokes the already over-sensitive bundle of nerves. "I need you to come again with me, Bella. Please tell me you're close."
"I'm almost there," I gasp. "Fuck me, Edward. Harder." He does as I ask, continuing to pound me hard.
"That's it, Bella. Come for me." I let out a loud scream into the pillow as I explode around his cock, feeling him release deep inside of me. "Oh yes, Bella!" he cries.
Feeling exhausted yet well-sated, I fall to the bed as he rolls beside me. As we both catch our breaths, we look at each other. He gives me a crooked smile before leaning in and dropping a soft kiss on my lips. "You don't know how long I've waited for you, Bella."
"I think I have some idea," I reply, suddenly feeling shy.
"Edward? Bella?" We're shaken out of our bubble by a knock at the door and Esme's voice on the other side. "Are you almost done with the window? The guests are wondering where Bella went."
"We're almost done. We'll be down in a minute," Edward groans.
"Sorry, Esme. It was a bigger job than we expected," I giggle, shooting Edward a wink.
"Right," he chuckles. "I think this window's gonna need a lot more attention." He smiles and runs his hand down my cheek.
Lots of attention, indeed.
AN: And that's a wrap on this one-shot! I've marked complete on this for now, but have been noodling around with an extension that would cover the before and after, so please review and let me know what you think of this and if you'd like more of these two!
