Chapter 2
We got to the Hale house around ten-thirty, and thankfully didn't run into Dad before then. The place was packed by the time we got there, and if history were to repeat itself, the crowd would only grow as the night went on.
Alice spotted Jasper and Rose right away, darting over to her new lover with a huge smile on her face. It was hard for me to admit, but it made me happy to see her so happy.
Whatever.
I played the wallflower for a bit as Alice disappeared with the Hale twins. I noted, most importantly, the coolers full of beer in the far corner, as well as Emmett hovering over some chick near the bathroom line. I told myself I was looking for nothing in particular and believed it, until I spotted Bella coming in the back door.
With a twitch, my dick reminded me what we were here for.
Trying to play it cool, I headed over to the coolers to grab a brew. I allowed myself a moment to take a few swigs- I was stone cold sober at the moment- before I popped a cig in my mouth and headed towards the door Bella came in through.
Jazz and Rose would fucking kill me if I smoked inside, so it wasn't even really an excuse to walk past her; it was just necessity.
"What's up, Edward?" She thankfully greeted me before I had to approach her.
Not fucking desperate at all, dude.
"Oh, hey. I was just heading out for a smoke," I nodded towards the door. "You wanna join?"
"Yeah, sure. Lemme just grab a beer first, okay?"
"Yeah, of course. Take your time."
I watched her walk away, as usual, fidgeting with the lighter in my pocket. It was fucking weird how…off putting she was. I felt like I didn't know what to do with myself as I waited for her to join me. Should I head outside and light up? Or was that too fucking rude? Waiting by the door felt weirdly fucking desperate, though….
She reappeared before I could complete the thought, giving me that Bella specific, quirked eyebrow look.
I turned my head before I could get carried away looking at her fucking beautiful face and headed outside.
We convened by the fire that was going in the back yard, along with a few other party-goers.
"So," Bella spoke first as she lit her cigarette, handing me her lighter with a smirk so I could light up my own.
I purposefully let my hand linger over hers for a moment, just to feel that fucking current run through my body from her touch.
She had to fucking feel it too, right?
"Your Aunt and Uncle get in today?" She continued.
"Yeah, few hours ago. They're staying in a hotel up North, though."
"That's lame." She snorted, earning a chuckle out of me. It was pretty lame.
"Esme's from Seattle. I think Carlisle's scared that if she spends too much time on the South Side she'll never come back to Chicago."
"He's probably not wrong."
We spent some time drinking around the fire, occasionally chiming in to some of the weird ass conversations the other kids outside were having. After a while, I was sporting a pretty good buzz, and it seemed like Bella was too.
"Yo!" Emmett's big voice boomed as he ran out of the house and into the yard. Coming up behind me, he gave me a hard slap on the shoulder. "What's up, dude? I've been lookin' for ya! Alice said you were here somewhere."
He sat down next to me, looking around the crowd around the fire before his eyes finally landed on Bella. "What's up, Swan? Hey, you're like a stoner chick, right? I brought my dope-ass bong, it's in the garage over there." He nodded towards the shed in the back corner of the yard. "You wanna smoke?"
"Yeah, sure." She shrugged, standing from her chair. I knew I was glaring daggers at Emmett, and my intentions were probably growing obvious, but I couldn't fucking help it.
Bella looked down at me. "You coming, Edward?"
"Oh, yeah, for sure. I do love that bong."
We made our way to the back of the shed, avoiding being seen by anyone who'd try and join us. Jasper was really particular about who he let in the shed; it was like his sacred space.
Once we got inside, I looked around, noting he must have decorated it a bit more since I was last in here. There was a ratty old futon against the far wall, a standing lamp in the corner, and the newly added posters and tapestries that hung from the wall almost made it a cool looking spot.
"Whoa, dope." Bella said, her eyes immediately landing on Emmett's two foot bong on the makeshift coffee table. It was really just two boxes taped together, but it served its purpose.
"Let's smoke, girl! I got some bud on me."
We each hit the bong once, and I was already properly fucking stoned. That thing got the fucking job done.
"So, besides the bud, I also may or may not have a particular type of party favor…"
That got my attention. Was it really a Holiday Weekend South Side Party without some fucking blow? I didn't think so.
"Fuck yeah, dude, whip it out!"
For a moment, I considered why Emmett would have asked Bella to come in here in the first place. Was he trying to get her high and hook up with her? That would be… extremely not cool. A rageful shudder ripped through me, and I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself
Maybe he knew I was trying to hook up with Bella and was helping me out. Emmett was a good dude, after all.
My posture must have been giving me away, because Bella was shooting me that look again from her spot on the couch. I shook my head and shrugged at her, because I couldn't come up with an excuse for it if I tried.
She didn't ask any questions, thankfully. Bella seemed to be good at that; just letting things happen and not getting in the fucking way like everyone else seemed to.
Emmett in particular, right now.
That thought was squashed the second he pulled the tiny hand held mirror out of the bin next to him. Yeah, it wasn't our first time partying in here.
Em set himself up ever so skillfully before leaning down to rip a line with a dollar bill.
"Woo!" He exclaimed, sitting up straight and passing the mirror and its contents over to me. I leaned in and inhaled my own line, the high of it immediately coursing through my system. I felt fucking good, for a minute, until it was time to pass the drugs over to Bella.
Fuck. Was she cool with this? Maybe I just fucking blew my chances for the night.
"You can pass it, Edward." She said, reaching out for the mirror. Stupidly silent, I passed it over to her.
"You don't have to, you know."
She scoffed at me, using a hair-tie she had on her wrist to pull her hair up quickly.
Fuck, she had a sexy neck. I felt sweat accumulate on my forehead as I grew hard watching her, the sensation on overdrive thanks to the cocaine.
She skillfully leaned down and did her own line, pulling my dick to full attention. She'd obviously done this before, and it was fucking hot to watch her do it now.
"I don't have to do anything I don't want to do, Edward. Remember James from Emmett's party?"
Emmett's laughter boomed through the shed. "Oh, man, Bella! That was fucking great. That prick totally deserved it, too, and to be beat up by a chick!"
Bella shot Emmett a glare, as I knew she would. No way she'd take kindly to being called a chick.
"Watch it, Buddy, or you'll be next." She said, her face serious for a moment before it broke out into a huge grin. She looked fucking beautiful when she was smiling, which I didn't see her do often enough.
I adjusted my cock in my pants when Bella stood up to stretch.
"I feel fucking good, thanks, Emmett." She spoke. "Let's get the fuck back out there and party, yeah?"
I'd fucking follow her anywhere.
The next few hours were spent with more beer and frequent trips into the shed to do a line out of Emmett's stockpile of coke. That was the thing about blow, it kind of took over your entire fucking night. It was totally worth it, though, because it made me feel fucking good, and it was obviously making Bella feel good too. She was chattier than I'd seen her before, making jokes with Emmett and shooting sexy glances my way every time she bent over to grab another drink from the cooler.
The three of us made our way inside, eventually, where the music was bumping and there were sweaty, half naked South Side kids grinding up against one another. Making sure I stayed close to Bella, because I didn't want anyone to get any fucking ideas, I scanned the room for Alice. I found her, unfortunately pressed against Jasper as they moved together to the music. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Emmett make his way in their direction, only to approach Rose.
"Guess everyone's getting some tonight, huh?" Bella asked from beside me. I smirked, glancing down at her.
"If dry humping in the middle of a make-shift dance floor is considered getting some, then sure."
She laughed at that, a real genuine belly laugh like I'd heard the first night we hung out. It made my fucking insides feel crazy, and I couldn't help but laugh along. It was contagious.
"You trying to get some then, Masen?" She asked me with a playful look in her eye. I quirked my eyebrow at her before she grabbed my hand, sending those sparks through me once again. "C'mon." She tugged on my hand, pulling me into the middle of the dancing crowd.
Suddenly, her body was flush against mine, and if it wasn't fucking obvious before, she definitely knew about the consistent boner I'd been sporting now.
She spoke quietly, her face so close to mine that I could feel her warm breath wash across it. "You are trying to get some, huh?"
Following her movements, I grinded myself against her to the beat of the horrible music Rosalie must have picked out.
I had to clear my throat before I spoke, but my voice still came out husky. "I might be."
She exhaled, her breath once again caressing my face and making my head spin. It was like she put me in a fucking transe. For a second, I almost asked her if she was a fucking witch or something. Thankfully, she spoke again before I could say anything stupid.
"You been thinking about me?" She asked, and I groaned in response, unable to form the proper words to answer her question.
She got the point, though. She moved somehow closer to me, her lips only a centimeter from mine. I would only have to move my head forward so slightly, and I could taste her…
We don't kiss! My dick screamed at me, pulling me out of my reverie. Fuck, I don't kiss chicks, that's true. So why was it so hard to resist now?
Because I've been thinking about the way she tastes for three weeks now.
Whether it from the drugs and alcohol or simply Bella's presence , I wasn't sure, but my verbal filter was completely non-existent when I spoke aloud; "I want to fucking taste you."
Bella inhaled sharply, the noise again pulling me back to my senses. Did I really just say that out loud?
I thought I'd blown it for a second, before I glanced down into Bella's hooded eyes and saw the want in them, reflecting my own burning fucking desire. I stared, transfixed in her eyes once again, and spoke quietly, afraid she may be able to hear the desperation in my voice.
"Let's go back to the shed?"
She nodded minutely, still pressed against me with her lips right next to mine.
As quickly as I could without fucking running, I pulled Bella through the house and out the back door. We bypassed the fire, ignoring the crowd around it as they laughed and sang as someone played an acoustic guitar. By whatever miracle, we managed to get to the door of the shed unspotted, and slipped inside. I closed the latch, effectively locking everyone out, and hoped Emmett wouldn't try to come back for his blow anytime soon.
Turning from the door, slowly, I stopped in front of Bella. Her big brown eyes looked up and into mine with that fiery intensity that made me feel fucking crazy, and I just couldn't resist her any longer. Diving forward, I attached my lips to her neck and began kissing her there as my hands found her perfect fucking tits. She let out a moan, her neck vibrating against my lips with the sound.
I continued kissing her there hungrily as I began walking her backwards and towards to futon. When her knees hit the back of it, I pulled away from her skin momentarily to yank her shirt off. With trembling hands, she reached out to me, gripping at the bottom of my shirt to signal me to remove it.
I did, and the feeling of her hands against my chest went straight to my dick. Grunting, I leaned forward once again, this time aiming my kisses lower, down and across her chest. Slowly, I lowered her down so she was seated on the futon in front of us, placing myself between her legs with my knees on the ground in front of her.
She reached behind herself and unclasped her bra, exposing her beautiful fucking tits fully to me as she gazed down, her eyes scanning my face as I took her in. In was dark in her room last time, and I couldn't properly appreciate how fucking beautiful she was as well as I could here, in this dimly lit shed.
It was cold out, and I noted goosebumps across her flesh as I leaned back in to kiss her perfect tits. "Mmm… are you cold?" I asked against her skin, silently praying she would say no so we didn't have to stop.
She shook her head, thank God, and let her fingers run through my hair, gripping it when I kissed her in places she seemed to like the most.
Slowly, I began to kiss her lower, under her tits and down her stomach. I felt like I was being hypnotized by the feeling of her soft flesh under my lips, by the salty taste of her skin as I let my tongue wander…
I spoke again without any sort of fucking filter. "I really want to taste you."
Bella squeaked out a tiny moan at my words, using her hands in my hair to yank my face up so I was looking at her.
This time, I was confident her look mirrored mine. She looked wanton and desperate for me, almost as much as I felt for her, and as I reached down to unbutton her jeans, I knew she would let me do what I wanted.
I groaned as she began shuffling them down her legs, exposing a silky pair of pink panties. I wouldn't have expected to see Bella in pink, but it felt like a secret between us to see her wear it under her clothes.
I thought my cock was going to pop out of my fucking zipper as I watcher her slowly stick her fingers in the band of her underwear. I knew she was fucking teasing me as she ever-so-fucking-slowly lowered them around her legs. Finally, she was fully fucking naked, sitting there infront of me as I kneeled between her legs like I was there to worship her.
In some ways, I guess I kind of was.
I looked up into her eyes as I panted, wanting a visual confirmation from her that she was cool with this. I saw it there, in her eyes, as she stared back at me, her chest rising and falling with her quickened breath.
Not willing to waste any more time, I leaned down, my mouth finally making contact with her perfect fucking pussy.
She tasted better than my wildest dreams.
I'd never performed cunninglingus before, never really giving a fuck about pleasuring the chick before we fucked. Bella was obviously fucking different, though, because all I could think about were the sounds she made the last time I pleasured her in Emmett's back yard a few weeks ago.
Plus, I just needed her in my fucking mouth. I couldn't help it.
The sounds she made above me as I used my tongue on her gave me confidence that I was doing a sufficient job. Needing to feel more of her, I slipped my first two fingers inside her, working them in and out and feeling her increasing wetness.
It was so fucking hot, I was moaning against her fucking vagina as if I had a cock for a tongue.
I knew she was getting close as her hands tightened in my hair, so I picked up the pace of my movements. Soon, her thighs clamped shut, holding my head in its place as she trembled around me. The groan she let out as she came was so…primal, almost, and I had to squeeze my eyes shut to stop myself from really coming in my fucking pants.
When I had control over my dick again, I pulled away from her, looking up at her gasping form as she ran a hand through her mussed up hair. Standing up slowly, I watched as her eyes shot open and back into mine, sending a shudder through me.
She looked so… satiated. I couldn't help but feel fucking smug.
She sat up, reaching out to wrap her fingers in the belt loops of my jeans and pulling me forward. I obliged, letting her guide me until I was sitting down on the futon next to her. With her tiny hands, she unfastened the button by my crotch and pulled the zipper down. Unrestrained, my dick popped free, only covered by the thing fabric of my boxers.
Bella pushed at the hem of my jeans once, and I got the hint, pushing them down with my boxers until they were around my ankles, fulling exposing myself to her like she'd done for me earlier.
A small gasp came out of Bella as she reached forward, wrapping that little hand of hers around my dick. I groaned, letting my head fall back so I couldn't watch. The sight of her hand on my junk was definitely enough to send me over the edge, and I wasn't ready. I needed to be inside of her.
As though she read my mind, she spoke. "I want you inside of me."
Responding with only a grunt, I pulled at her waist until she was on my lap and straddling me. I used one hand to rub her again as she waited impatiently for me to reach into Jasper's cabinet and grab a condom that I knew he kept in there.
She quirked an eyebrow as I retrieved it, and I just shrugged. I didn't choose where Jasper kept his fucking condoms.
After getting the condom on, I placed my hands back on Bella's hips as I helped guide her into position. She looked down at me, her eyes boring into mine as she finally sank down on my already throbbing cock.
The feeling of being inside her was fucking indescribable.
I watched her as she moved against me, bucking my hips up into her but letting her set the pace. Her perfect tits sat right at eye level, and I occasionally leaned in to take one of them in my mouth as she ground her body into me. As attractive and fucking tasty as they were, they weren't enough to distract me from her face as it contorted with pleasure. She kept her eyes on me the entire time, occasionally glancing down to where her palms met my chest and rubbing little circles there.
"Fuck, Bella, you're so fucking sexy, baby." I muttered, again with no verbal filter. I didn't mind it anymore, though, because she looked just as fucking into this as I was; completely unhinged with want.
"Oh, God, Edward." She moaned as she worked her body on me. "I'm gonna fucking come again."
I groaned, loud and primal at her words, and bucked my hips up into her hard once more, effectively sending her over the edge.
The feeling of her walls clamping down around me sent me over, too. With one more thrust upwards, I came inside of her, the noise coming out of me sounding more like a growl than a moan.
With a gasping breath, she fell forward, her head pressed against mine. I tightened my grip on her waist, not quite ready to let go of her yet, and she stayed there as we both caught our breaths.
After a few moments, she lifted herself off of me, and I hissed at the lack of contact as I removed my used condom and threw it on the floor in the corner of the shed; I'd have to remember to pick it up later.
Bella sprawled out on the futon beside me, still naked and glowing with that post-coital bliss I knew I was feeling. I smirked down at her, letting my hand run up her thigh and come to rest at the top of it.
She smirked back and let out a soft, delicate chuckle. "Don't get weird about it, okay?" She asked, using my own words from a few weeks ago against me. I laughed, putting my hands up in a sign of surrender.
"No one's getting weird here." I said, and she chucked again, so fucking soft and cute-like, it almost sounded wrong coming from tough-ass Bella Swan.
I guess it would have sounded wrong if it didn't sound so fucking right.
Leaning down, Bella grabbed her shirt off the floor and pulled it on, leaving her bra on the ground. "You wanna hit that bong again before we head back out there?"
I nodded, because I wanted to smoke and because I wasn't fucking ready to go back out there with everyone else. I was feeling fucking blissful alone in here with this beautiful, sexy girl.
Beautiful sexy woman. My dick corrected me, and he was correct; nothing about what Bella just did was girlish. That was all fucking woman.
I packed the bong as Bella continued getting dressed, though I was pleased when she still didn't put that bra back on, instead putting it into her tiny backpack she'd been wearing. When she finished, I passed the bong to her, allowing her to hit it first.
She did so masterfully, of course, not even a small cough leaving her as she exhaled a cloud of smoke. I took my hit next, letting myself sink back into the couch as I exhaled. Bella leaned back as well as she reached to take a second hit, her body curling into mine slightly as we sat next to each other on the small couch.
For some fucking reason I felt the urge to reach out and take her hand, but resisted it.
I wasn't going to be fucking weird.
We sat silently for a bit, letting the weed high overtake the cocaine high from early. I was starting to get pretty fucking tired after all the night's festivities, but wasn't going to call it quits until Bella did.
"So your Thanksgiving's gonna suck, huh?" She finally spoke in a voice so quiet, it was almost a whisper.
"Yeah." I responded to her quietly. "My Uncle's a cool guy, but I'm sure you know my Dad." I looked down to see her nodding. Everyone on the South Side knew my fucking father. "So, yeah. He's gonna be there, so it's gonna suck."
"Mine's gonna suck, too, if it makes you feel any better."
It didn't, but I appreciated the gesture. "Why's that?" I asked.
She shrugged, her tiny shoulders rising and falling as she exhaled. "My Dad's just… a sad, lonely man ever since my Mom left. It's fucking depressing to be around him, especially at Holidays."
"Too bad we can't just fucking stay locked up in here, huh?"
Her body shook slightly against me, a silent laugh. "Mmm, yeah. It is too bad."