Chapter Six
LPOV
I haven't said a word about anything to anybody.
Sam should be coming home Wednesday which I am not excited for at all.
The morning of Edward and I's affair in the wee hours of the morning. It was filled with merriment and it all seemed like a fever dream presently as I waited around for Sam to get home. Edward completely engulfed my heart this past weekend. Right after our romp, it was close to 5AM. He had me for breakfast, and then we went out to grab a bite to eat. It was splendid, the best time I'd had in a very long time. Felt like I was exactly where I needed to be. Talking to a really good friend that moved away and just everything the first day was when we smoked and drank on my front porch, but better. Being honest with one another and being able to sneak in a hand hold in public settings. It was electrifying between us.
Later on I had to face the music with my best friend. So correction from an earlier statement, I have spoken about my affair with somebody. That somebody being Jess.
"What?!" She squealed.
"It's been an eventful morning," I laughed slightly uncomfortable.
"Oh my god Leah, what are you going to do?"
"I'm gonna tell him."
She nodded in understanding. She knows better than anyone what it's been like for me. After a short beat she tapped my chest with the back of her hand. "Four years, huh?"
I grimaced bobbing my head slightly with my eyes wide. "I know, it's a shame I wasted time on him."
"Leah-"
Immediately cutting her off, "Jess I haven't felt what I felt with Edward this morning in a long time.. since he left."
She just looked at me, her brown hair tied above her calm and certain expression. Her slenderly plucked eyebrows shooting up above her glasses as her long pink lips moved quickly, "You love him," she simply said.
Well put...
"I can't fucking say it now!" I declared. I probably looked deranged, but my best friend was aware of my ways, and she is a little screwy but was well adept at hiding it. Better than me, that's for sure.
Jess pressed her lips together and started again with the same expression. "You already sealed the deal with the fucking though." She made a crude gesture with her hands symbolizing my debaucherous act with Edward. She was trying to be funny in a way. I just couldn't get myself to that emotive level of happy though. I felt surges of sickening guilt, but it would wash away with the thought of how Edward actually made me feel.
"Jessica, I need to get it together."
She sucked her teeth quickly scoffing, almost brushing my statement away like you would swat a fly away. She went on sympathetically but with a solid kickback. "Honey, you are together. Sam gave you so much shit all the fucking time, and mind you he has fucked around before on you. I remember having to come over here multiple times before because of domestic situations. We've called the sheriff-I-I'm not one to pry, you know that. You are like a little sister to me. I fucking love you dude. Sam is the one who hasn't tried, he hasn't cared. I am not here to judge you just because you just did what felt was right to you. With everything" There was a slight unexpected pause, like she wasn't sure if she should say what her next thought was. She shook her head. "He has been selfish, he has not been there for you when you needed it most. A lot of shit happened in those four years."
I frowned and shrugged my shoulders slightly.
"And you didn't fail, he did. He failed you a long time ago honey, it just took time for you to see him for what he is. It just took Edward to come along to kinda show you that." She placed her warm hand on my thigh. "I fucking love you, you're going to be doing the right thing. You are going to be leaving Sam anyways. So, just break it to him and move it along. And if you need any help or support of any kind, I am a thousand percent here for you my love." She saw me slightly crumbling. Overthinking every little thing as always. "Don't worry about the engagement gifts, or any of the itemized bullshit that stupid people worry about. You're getting out of his cloud of negativity. He won't be able to control and manipulate you anymore."
I reached out immediately and held onto her for dear life in a bear grip hug. "Thank you."
Her grasp on me clamping like a vice grip. "You're doing the right thing, you haven't been happy with him in a long time," Her soft voice rang clearly through my ears. "I fucking love you so much, do not cry over this man! You've cried enough," she expressed while softly patting my back. My eyes welled up with tears as we sat there in ambient silence. This was after Edward and I went out to breakfast.
Earlier that morning before I had told anyone about Edward & I (i.e. JESS) I had been thinking about how I didn't want any of this to get to Sam through a third party. The incident at the bar had me feeling slight remorse, but then I'd get flooded with feeling impervious to Sam. I definitely wanted to end things, but I didn't want to destroy the guy. Rock and a hard place. That hard place being Edward. Rock as hard and thick as Sam's skull.
Sam's behavior has had me feeling like he really doesn't give a damn. So, with this all still being super new I couldn't be as affectionate in public with Edward as we had been in private. I enjoy where I live, it's such a small town...And I'm at a point where I just don't have time for the bullshit. Plus, it was kinda fun to pretend to be platonic just going to the hole in the wall diner 10 miles outta town at around five in the morning just for there to be no one there but the staff and a couple truckers from out of state on their pit stop. We sat and made it a game almost. Who could go a couple minutes without sneaking a brush of the hand? My foot began running all the way up to his inner thigh, he just grinned at me with that mischievous glint in his eyes. I was busy watching that scarlet blush run across his beautiful face when the old haggard waitress came to take our orders.
He rubbed his palms together and licked his bowed plump lips. Hands eventually landed right atop mine. Our fingers began to interlope.
"I've gotta have a conversation with my fiancé."
"Former fiancé...yes," His voice dark and deep. I became more abruptly aware of his hands intertwined in mine. Gosh his hands feel glorious anywhere they are on me.
"Yes," I repeated. Our hands parted but stayed near from across the table. "I think you understand it's obvious I do that." The surface of the table felt cool under my fingertips as I began to tap them lightly near his missing his warmth.
"Of course Leah, I trust you know what you're doing." His worn hand turned over to be facing palm up.
"Thank you baby." I let my fingers graze his hot palm slightly.
He immediately grabbed my hands again. "Oh fuck, I love it when you talk to me like that," he groaned under his breath as he leaned towards me.
A smile crept up on my face. "I can't even believe that you're here."
"I thought about you all the fucking time. I was just so ashamed. I just wished I'd made you feel safer to come to me at the time that things ended," He didn't even stop to take a breath, he just kept going, "I did a fucked up amount of shit towards you. I wasn't good to you due to my own bullshit." Now he was leaning over to press his warm pout over my knuckles. "I am so sorry."
That gave me peace.
His grip on my fingers remained firm.
"A lot has changed, Edward. It's okay. I am okay," I assured while giving him a small smile.
We released each others hands as the older woman came with our cups of coffee. Almost throwing down everything all at once. She had a sort of quickness that I didn't expect. We had both ordered eggs and bacon and she trudged on her way.
"On a lighter note, I'd love to see you again later on if you'd like," Edward said seductively. He grabbed one of the creamers from the small bowl placed by our lovely waitress. Even him setting up his coffee is fucking sexy.
There's just that ache that fills up below my stomach, blood rushing till I swell and ache with the need to be satiated. My body is crying out for this man. I try to focus on what he's saying and suddenly I am throbbing just everywhere at this point. It starts in my stomach and ends up with my hair on my arms standing tall. It happens anywhere with this man. He had always had a knack for making me feel like he is here to service me at all times. He can't honestly just stop. And neither can I. I get triggered by just about anything. Just by the way he is looking at me in the moment I think of his sharp jaw line when he is kissing the inside of my thighs. Hands hard and calloused, stimulate every fiber in my body as they slid everywhere else. It's like I correlate every part of his body a way that is pleasurable for me.
I could still feel him running his rough hands down my bare legs, massaging me as he went along. One hand tracing up to my pussy, while the other had been caressing the back of my knees, going slightly lower. "You're calves are so very tense," he whispered as the fingers tracing lines alongside my inner thigh slowly two of them entered me slowly.
"I'd love to make up for the lost time," I smirked and lowered my jaw looking up slightly at him through my lashes. "But-I have a hell of a lot to do. Gotta get ready for the rest of this week..."
I noticed his jaw clenching slightly. He took a breath that lasted a little longer. I shuffled slightly waiting for him to say something. "I understand," He said plainly.
Wow...he has changed quite a bit.
My hands snaked back over to meet his as we just took each other in visually. His golden brown hair pushed back although there were some strays softly curling out. hanging over his thick eyebrows. His eyes looked spectacular as the morning sun shed across the tiny diners windows. Green pools of bright algae. I gave him a look like "wow that was easy!"
"Promise, it's going to end quickly with him."
"Hey," I yipped quickly. Letting his hands go as if they were on fire. I put my elbows on the wooden table and raked my fingers through my scalp slightly covering my face from my little outburst of shock by Edward even saying that. "You have absolutely nothing to worry about there." I've made up my mind. It's been a long time coming, this is sorta the straw that broke the camels back.
"I know you've got this sweetheart. But please...I just want you totally," his voice sounded so soft, beckoning me.
I felt the aching again. "Yes. I know, I know."
The food came and it was just what I needed. We scarfed down our food, both of us stealing glances at each other and making each other laugh with food poking out of our mouths.
"He's supposed to come back in two days but there is always a chance he could come earlier," I said softly, rubbing my greasy hands on a napkin after finishing off the bacon.
"You could stay at my house," he said with a sexy purr.
"I'm comfortable at my house, that's my house." I asserted. His lips turned inward as he puffed out a sigh of defeat. I felt the need to defend even more with the little silence between us. "Plus I work, and I just like to have all my stuff in one place when I need it."
He smiled brightly. "Understood. I'd rather not feel like I am hiding my love for you. But I'll wait for you."
"If he was already home I'da done it already." I began anticipating all that. It is definitely for the best. "So what about you?" I grinned playfully.
He tilted his chin upwards slightly clasping his hands together in front of his empty plate. "Huh?"
"That girl from the pit?" I asked all snarky.
He gave me a funny incredulous look and then laughed shrugging his shoulders. "What about her?"
"Was that anything? Or?" I was egging him on and totally kidding which he was already on to.
"No honey, you absolutely made sure of that." He let out a throaty laugh.
"Oh yeah, that's right," I said, biting my lower lip. Edward eyes watched my movements, instinctually nibbling on his lower lip as well.
He snickered lightly then. His chest going up and down. I just wanted to wrap my arms around his muscled neck. "Well, I do work this morning. But I am a phone call away, I added my phone number to your phone earlier when you used the rest room," he said, his eyes glinting with a hint of mischief.
"Oo! You could come by the VFW tomorrow-er-well Wednesday super early. Last person leaves at 1AM. I clean the whole facility and lock up."
"Is that the one your uncle owns?" He implored.
"Yes, so I will be there completely alone after my cousin gets off shift. I clean once the place clears out." I smiled with that little glint of mischief I like to add.
His eyebrows raised almost spitting out the sip of coffee he had been intending to go down smoothly. He swallowed what looked like a hard lump of coffee. "Oh we can't have that," He chuckled finally. The shimmer in his eyes lit my insides on fire.
The next morning being the start of my work week I had cleaned for a couple hours in the crisp early hour of 7AM at one local house, and then I had gone to visit my mother again at around 10AM.
She seemed to be in one of her ways that day. Something silly had set her off. I had mentioned my brother just vaguely, then it turned into all this hoopla about how he doesn't call her enough, nobody cares about me bullshit drama. The "Let me explain to you..." "You need help with that.." fucking on and on. I have no idea how I hadn't exploded right in the middle of her kitchen. For the love of God I try to be good to her...always. I just lose my patience at times.
"Goodness Ma, you can't just yell at me that you didn't know something if I'm telling you right now!" I was now attempting to invite her to bingo at the Ateara VFW, maybe she would meet some friends and just chirp up. Or dare I say meet an older gentleman. Just have some normalcy for once. Instead of only when she wants to take her meds. She's going to be so difficult when her age begins to catch up. Things are super problematic, and that's the way it's always kinda been. I do remember her being very happy for certain portions of my life. Other times were a lot darker. "You might make some friends?" I added under my breath.
"Oh, don't tell me what I oughtta do," She snipped back with venom seeping into my ears. Shooing her hands in my direction.
"I'm not! I just thought it would be nice, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything at all." I relented by the end finally. The woman does not let up with her need to be heard. Well damnit I would have loved to have been heard for a good majority of my youth.
"You didn't call me last night, I was worried. I even tried to call Eddie," She said innocently.
"Edward," I corrected. Let's not get cute. "Ma. Listen, I live like less than a mile away you know you could always come by."
"You know I don't drive at night Leah," She quipped.
I drew a sharp breath as she spun on her heels trying to find something to distract herself in the cupboards. "Always something," I muttered.
"Humph?" She perked right up, turning her head slightly to stare daggers into my soul.
"Nothing," was my prompt response. I held my fingers behind my back as I shrugged.
She turned, her arms crossed and her eyebrows crooking upwards. Really defining the wrinkles in her tanned face. "So, where were you?"
And just like that my bubble burst once again. "Home, Ma, I was home. I'm not sure why this is becoming a thing right now because I swear to God, I have no emotional capacity for this today. NONE." My steady breath surprised me.
"Oh Alright, calm down, you don't need to be so defensive."
I took a long breath clenching my fists. "I am not defensive, jesus-ya'know this all started with me suggesting you get out a little more, now what? I'm fourteen again and you're questioning me on where I was last night?"
"Don't get smart with me Leah, always one to show anger towards me. Huh? What have I done to you?" She stared on.
Wow, I don't have the time nor patience at the moment to even get into it.
"Mother please let's not go there." I shook my head, placing firm fists on my hips. "Not today, please. Now I've gotta head home and get ready for my shift at Quil's later. I will call you tonight, okay?"
"Oh you're gonna call me now?" She said in mock surprise.
I sighed. "Lighten up please." I ran up and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.
"Yeah sure, Quil is going to lose all that beautiful hair if he keeps it under his cap like that." She waved me off.
I scurried away and eventually after gathering my things leaving my moms house. She could be so ornery sometimes. It's always been like this. The feeling of being on the edge of a cliff is what dealing with her feels like.
About fours hours later at the VFW was a pretty normal shift. I'd called my mom before I clocked in. All was well. It was just me and Jr. on shift. I was just manning the bar, stocking, and cleaning up as I went along with the night. I saw some looks that night amongst the inebriated and I couldn't help but feel it was about what happened the night I threw the drink on Edward. Talk goes around super fast in this town. I wouldn't be surprised.
But, no one would dare say anything to me directly. I would work that the fuck out. Cease and desist. There's no way I'm going to explain shit to anybody. We are all living in our own shit half the time. Most know so much about everyone that frequents this town that there really is no such things as black mail around the 8 mile radius.
I watched the old drunkards arguing about baseball and other uninteresting things. It all sounded like blubber to my ears. They all sat in front of round wooden tables. Some sat four, others were maybe two to three per table. Already with drinks and appetizers. That's all we served here anyway, wings, fries, peanuts, onion rings, mozzarella sticks, you name it we may or may not have it. But, it's better than having nothing. The people needed some substance to lighten the lead feeling of alcohol filling their tummies.
Jr and I usually held together a pretty calm shift just the two of us. Quil hired mostly family or friends of the family. A select few were paid under the table, I was one of them. I have no clue how he strong armed this place, he'd always say it was inheritance, but Jr always made it sound like his father had acquired the VFW in the early 80s through other means. I, unfortunately don't like gossip much, and don't really care. My uncle was always amazing to me and Seth. He treats us like his own, always fed us, never questioned us if we got into some trouble and needed help. I always felt comfortable. There was chaos in my whole family for sure, but anything besides my mother was heaven for us both.
"Hey," Jr called as he came back around the bar after a couple hours on shift from running back and forth. "Need cover?"
"Nah, I'm good." My hands grasping another three Coors out of the cooler. Turning and shutting it with one neat swoop of the foot. "Did you bring any bud?"
He grinned that big toothy grin that he did when he was up to no good. I cocked my head to the side and glared like, well did you? as I pressed the cold beers to his chest.
He quickly gestured with a nod of his head towards the back door. "Over on that little shelf out back near the door, shit's gnarly," he turned with what he needed and headed off to one rowdy table in a far corner of the smoke filled room.
I put the thought of good 'ol mary jane to the back of my mind until I was good and ready when this place was a ghost town at the end of the night.
I just had to pass the time along by cleaning, keeping busy by having friendly discussion with a few of the older men who were sat at the bar because they were usually always the funniest:
"You call him 'dude', he calls you 'dude'. So just who is 'dude'?"
"The fuckin' rabbits are gon' die this season I don't give a shit what the county says. Eatin' my whole damn garden. I've been sitting outside with my shotgun ready with the stove hot."
"Now," dramatic pause. "I grew up in Key-Nigh (Kenai) Alaska, and I'll tell you, the eskimos around there didn't like white boys. But man, I punched one in the face for pushing me into a barbed fence, and it looked like a watermelon bursting. The skin is so tight and smooth."
Yesterday morning had every part of me feeling swollen and desperate for Edward. We'd been texting in the middle of my shift:
Edward: I can't wait to see you
Me: You're gonna keep me company later on?
Edward: Abso-fuckin-loutely"
Me: What color thong you think I have on?
Edward: You just love bein naughty, don't cha?
Me: Answer my question, please.
My jaw momentarily unhinged as I glared down at the dull light on my phone to quickly see his response in between serving a couple of shots for one of Jrs tables. "What the fuck has you checking that damn phone so often tonight?" He finally asked after seeing my reaction to the text.
Edward: Blood red, lace..?
Fuck...He's good.
I felt blood rush to my face as I stared back at Jr, deadpan. "I've been checking to see if my mom called," I lied.
He rolled his eyes while sucking his teeth. "Mmhmm liar," he knows. He must.
"Juju bear, you didn't know that I am the antithesis of a liar?" I placed my hand over my heart pretending to be hurt by his impulse to not believe a damn word I was saying. He must have heard. But I'm not even going to bother asking, and I don't think he wants to ask.
Quil and his son had those paternal eyes. Enough to make you spill your guts if they really pried. He shot me another knowing glance with what looked to be a smirk as he shuffled along to the table to serve.
Me: Lucky guess.
Edward: Maybe..
Edward: you know that's my favorite.
We went back and forth through the rest of my shift on text, but I assumed he must have fallen asleep at some point before closing because his line had gone silent. He had worked early the previous morning all throughout the late afternoon and tried to stay up for little 'ol me. I was flattered, and thinking if maybe he wouldn't make it tonight slightly disappointed me. But was glad he was getting some rest.
Jr came back up with the receiver in his hand. "Your mother."
I scoffed and rolled my eyes, snatching it out of his grip to speak quickly to my mother. It was the same old stuff with her. Why hadn't I called like I said I would. I replied that I had called and spoken with her earlier. It was mind numbing.
Thankfully I had gotten her off the phone after a couple minutes of going back and forth.
We are usually open till 1AM. By now it was about 2AM. Jr left an hour before close because it was dying down and I told him to kick rocks, get home and be with Claire. I felt my body wanting to give in to exhaustion.
I went outside to have the quick joint, Jr left behind for me before I mopped the floor behind the bar. As I was illuminated by my lighter I heard a familiar truck engine shutting off in the darker part of the parking lot.
Edward.
I bit my lip holding back a smile. Energy suddenly pouring into my body. He can not go a day away. And neither can I. I took a long drag and tossed it on the ground, scraping my shoe against it as I walked across to the truck. I made it about fifteen feet away when he rolled his tinted window down revealing his glimmering face at this time when the moon was still shining brightly. He held up a red Gatorade and a plastic bag full of what smelled like tacos.
"Ungh, you are just wonderful," I sighed, placing my hands on hips as my feet lazily dragged me forward another couple of feet toward him.
His smile widening with glee. "I figure this is perfect. Nobody is outside at this hour." His eyebrows moving up and down suggestively.
"Except of course... us," I said with mock fright.
He laughed, "Well," his car door kicked open. "How was work?" He sat back with the bag resting now on his lap.
"Good, I got some decent tips," I said nonchalantly.
His eyes looked dark now, dragging up and down my body as I took another couple of steps forward. Edwards hand swung up, motioning for me to come nearer. "Come on in baby, I also came here to ravage you and help you clean," his voice took a quick dip in some molasses it sounded so smooth.
As attractive as this man is, and how I could just spontaneously take him into my mouth at any point. I had an obligation tonight to clean and lock up the VFW, and when it comes to my family, I try to actually follow through. "Switch the two." I held up index and middle finger up and crossed them together.
"Help you clean, then fuck you silly?" His voice cracked.
I laughed chipperly. "Yeah, now come on. Pull up your pants and let's get 'er done!" I called out already jogging across the parking lot to the back door. I held it open for Edward and he rushed in. He was moving along rather quickly. Eager for the wet sport after cleaning. I couldn't help but giggle a couple times at the thought of him purposefully speeding me along, clumsily fumbling around the dimly lit facility with a bleach stained wash cloth.
We ended up back in his truck after locking up.
And not long after a little smug chit chat he yanked my tank top down, exposing my swollen breasts. He had one rock hard pebble into his mouth, twisting his tongue around it, making me arch against his wet mouth. His hand finds my sex quickly working his fingers in circles through my yoga pants.
I began to grind myself against his hand.
"What do you want?" He asked groaning. "You're body is telling me, but I want to hear you say it, you're soaked" he grumbled out as he trailed his mouth upwards to kiss my neck gradually moving up and down still working his skillful fingers, provoking me to grind harder against his hand.
"You gonna tease me?" I asked taking in quick breaths.
"Say it," he demanded against my electrified skin.
I couldn't take being stubborn anymore. It felt like there was almost no time. "I want your cock, Edward."
"Mine." He swiftly adjusted his seat back. Our lips crashed into each others as we scrambled to get some of our clothing at least some of the way off. His zipper got stuck, with him muttering an, "oh fuck." Ultimately, after breaking the damn zipper and shoving our undergarments off, I sat atop him facing the windshield. Dick all inside me taming the ache in my stomach.
"I've been waiting for you all day baby. I feel so fucking needy, you look so good." I could feel his hot breath draping across my back as he spoke gruffly. It felt invigorating.
I closed my eyes and sighed deeply. My knees were pressed firmly against the chill steering wheel. My breasts brushing up against them bringing me more stimulation as he brought me up and down on his length. His hand placed under me, guiding me. The other hand moving up over my tank top and onto my exposed breasts.
"Mine," he growled hand shifting up along my collar bone to the side of my neck, slinking into my hair and tugging me back slightly. His forearm pinned on me, he felt so incredibly deep. I began gyrating like a lunatic and was gasping for breath.
Blind desire was the current priority. I couldn't see his face, but I could feel absolutely everything. And he was gratifying me so liberally I was inherently comfortable. "Y-y-yes -oh-oh-o-I love it," I continued panting like a bitch without water.
"Fuck, you are so beautiful," I barely heard him at first, heaving with each stroke. But his soft moans turned into intense long drawn out breaths. Concentrating very hard is he?
Anything coming out of my mouth was not coherent at this point. I couldn't've hold a single thought. I'd shut my eyes and see burst of beautiful colors. I was just blubbering and groaning wildly. I could feel his hips bucking upward, and it felt like his hands were everywhere. I could feel him patting my wet mound as I groaned louder. Letting my head hang back as he tugged up at my hair a little more.
If I were completely out of it I may have told you it felt like he had eight arms.
Here we are, in a dark parking lot of an old business, fucking like two ravenous animals. Like we couldn't just wait at all to be breathing each others air.
Everything he did to me felt rousing, like everything was exactly how it should be. I couldn't help how fun this felt, so free. Not a care in the world.
The cool late air venting through the cracked windows every so often would give me the goosebumps as I was getting a breeze and bristled against it. My nipples becoming pebbles. The windows were fogging over and I couldn't help but form a huge smile on my face, reveling in every moment.
"Having fun yet?" I gasped with a chuckle. I became incredibly aware of the sound of our bodies making wonderous music together.
I felt his grip everywhere clutching tightly. "Fuck yes," he hissed.
"I'm-I-" I let out a series of throaty shouts, completely releasing to this man. Every single part of me was awake, I went up to the stars. Everywhere I felt him on me was intentional. My wetness dripping down onto him and the seat as his shaft stretched out my insides.
I felt the need to behave like his whore... I have dreamt of this man using me ever since he left the state.
"Oh fuck, you feel amazing, Leah, you're gonna make me come. I'm gonna come, baby. Oh shit, I'm gonna come."
The constant attention from him has been beautiful. I randomly wondered at times how long it had been since I'd been looked at that way, or have been worshipped the way he only knows how. I had been so in need of this for so long, it's made me feel undervalued without any appreciation or love.
I am deserving.
He and I sat there for a while after with just me laying on him, his hands tracing circles along my neck and hair. I couldn't stop kissing his face.
The magical early morning hours in Edwards arms was all I wanted to drape myself in all day. I got home at around 5AM and sluggishly climbed into bed. I couldn't think much at all as I drifted off to sleep.
I awoke in a cold sweat to the smell of fresh coffee, Ugh I could already feel this house swallowing me whole. I knew Sam was home already. Had a doomed feeling crash over me. I glanced over to the clock nervously. Christ, 1PM! I definitely didn't think of what time I should be up at. But I also had a house to clean at 1:30PM so, this was going to be a nice homecoming. Splitting right out the door before I can even give him a chance to say hey. I stumbled out of bed with no regard for my hip as I slammed into the side of the bed frame as I rounded it to dig through my dressers. I grabbed clothes and ran to the bathroom to piss and bathe myself. I had a cold sweat going the moment I stepped out of the hot shower.
I made it down the stairs and almost slammed into Sam's bulky frame as he crossed in front to get to the kitchen. "Oh, shit, hey!" I tried to sound somewhat cheerful but I'm sure I sounded like garbage.
"Hey!" He kept his pace towards the kitchen and I followed behind meekly, guilt coating me again. I looked over at the coffee pot near the sink where he stopped nearby, noticing there was only probably a drop of coffee left in the coffee pot. He had a porcelain mauve mug with a steaming fresh cup. Bastard couldn't make me any? He never does. Not that I deserved it. I really don't.
My brows furrowed. "When did you get in?" I questioned.
He seemed to be preoccupied with paperwork of some kind. Glaring at it like it was of some significance. "Eh," he took a long sip of his coffee. "Around nine, I still had some paperwork to get through so I think I'm just going to chill out the rest of the day," his deep voice sounding very bleak.
Welp doesn't work for me buddy boy! this needed to be done by end of day today. "You wanna go out later on?" I asked quickly bracing myself, tapping my hands lightly on the pale cold countertop. I have to start gathering my things for work. Fuck this.
He sighed not even turning to look at me. "I was just wanting to stay in tonight. Were you gonna cook anything?"
Pang. "That's why I just suggested going out, I will not be cooking tonight. I've gotta go clean a couple 'a houses right now, and I will be helping my mom put some furniture together out at her house later tonight. Maybe in between that?" I suggested.
"Well fuck Leah, I don't really want to go out." His tone becoming almost whiney. Awful ringing to the ears is what that brought about. Annoyed me to no end, but I tried my best not to show it as he continued on whining, "You sure you want to go somewhere to eat? Your hands broke?" He suggested in a surly tone.
"I just thought it'd be nice...It's been a while," my voice was low and steady. Suddenly I had the invasive thought of Edward's hard member in me. The sounds our bodies make together. I swear I could almost hear it.
"Where exactly do you feel like draggin' me?" He quizzed completely unsatisfied all the while his bitter tone brought me back to present thought.
My eye almost twitched. I just wanted to grab the fruit bowl in the center island and just whip it at the side of his head. He could be such a prick. "I just thought that maybe we could walk around town for a bit and talk, maybe go grab a bite to eat?"
"Well, I've been overwhelmed with borrowers, the paperwork, the traveling. I just wanted to come home and relax," he hissed slightly at the end. Snake man.
"Well, I will be out for a while, maybe you can catch some z's and see how you feel?" I said unwavering. I was going to get him in a public setting to do this. Instead of physically acting out physical assault on him from my thoughts earlier with the fruit bowl, I just grabbed my things and headed out of the house without another peep from either of us. Quite a relationship I've been in. Such a prick!
I was happy I was at least going to be busy for a majority of the rest of the afternoon. I'd be home by maybe five or six. Hopefully he can take a cat nap so I can drag his ass out of the house to get this whole thing over with. I wasn't looking forward to it, but I was looking forward to any relief I may feel afterwards.
Prick...
It was around 5:00PM by the time I had finished up cleaning the second house. It was a bit more work because it was a deep clean. First house took me and easy hour. Second took me nearly three hours. And for God's sake I couldn't get the smell of wet dog outta my nostrils. The back of my throat felt scratchy. The smell of urine that was in that old house. My goodness. What a nightmare. Dog shit on the walls, between the crevice of the heaters baseboards. Horrendous, never thought I'd have to break out the big guns. Two containers of bleach gone. To clean the shit off the linoleum.
I took a long hot shower once I made it home and unloaded all my stuff.
I was sitting downstairs thinking of grabbing a bite to eat and dragging Sam's ass out to get this shit over with so I could get on with my life already. I had grown increasingly impatient throughout the afternoon. And, I'm tired. I stroked my hand against my forehead as I heard Sam's footsteps approaching the living room.
"We can go for a walk and then hit black bean?" Sam poked his head around the archway.
I sighed nodding in response. Not even looking over at him.
"Yes?" He asked more domineering than before.
"Yeah Sam," I sighed coldly.
"Cool, I'll get some shoes on." And with that he was off.
I let out a languid breath and got up to go get myself ready for this. Emotionally? Fashion wise? Physically? Who gives a fuck at this point.
Us both began our journey to the cafe, his big hands in his jean pockets and me with my arms crossed. I hated being this close to him in general. I just wanted to expel this unwarranted bag of dog shit from my life. We strode along in strong silence as all the other noise happened bustling along the streets, people walking past between us, taking their walks. Everyone seemed to be totally in their own worlds. I started noticing that I'm not sure how much distance we created for each other, but it spilled into every facet of our lives.
I began to think about when I was in the hospital with a gallbladder infection feeling like I was going to die, my sternum feeling like it was being ripped out from the inside out, and this man was out fucking a whore...That was in the beginning, when I should have just called it quits but I hadn't known that just yet. It took a couple years for everything to spill out like a bucket of water being kicked over. Found odd emails being exchanged, and long story short I find him in a swanky hotel room with his pants down, ramming into a fair skinned floozy. I lied and told front desk I was his wife. I did have his credit card number.
He checked in as Mr. James Conner... Stupid mother fucker... I busted in there and caught him red handed.
Then not long after that came his begging and pleading for me to give him another chance. That he'd change within the four month period that we'd stopped seeing each other. I just wanted to feel something, I guess. Sam was just sort of entertaining, he is good looking, tall. He was just...I don't know, like a jock. The guy that peaked in high school. He is so self involved and egotistical that he can't even fathom why I have become so detached from him over time. His cooperate job also has him away during fall and summer months. He has made me feel so alone.
Soon we arrived near. I had been barely paying attention to anything around us.
It was starting to rain slightly. The sun was already setting which put the town under an ambient glow. It looked busy in the cafe from what I could see through the large pane windows. I looked down as we approached the wooden doors to the coffee shop, noticing his hand reaching up, touching the small of my back as he held the door for me. I repelled at the sensation of his touch. At least there's a small gesture that he does most times.
The warm air and crisp smell of coffee beans flooded my lungs. Ahh, the only thing that I want is my fucking coffee and Sam away from me. He's just such a creep to me at this point that I am taking any direct contact from him as offensive. I want to get this over with. I need to be completely direct. Just get to the point and get the hell out of here with coffee in hand.
We waited patiently in line and eventually six minutes later ordered and received our coffees and sat at a corner table in the back near the restrooms. He got an espresso with a little sugar and I got my coffee loaded with enough peanut butter creamer to make you develop a hemorrhoid. Frankly, I was already irritated and just wanted to fast forward this whole thing and stop right where I'm entangled yet again with Edward.
"I figured we weren't going to talk much until the weekend. Gosh, I've just been so tired from all the travel. Is everything always so trivial with you?. I didn't suppose you thought I would want to get much sleep?" He is ridiculous. He gave a stupid look as we sat.
I placed my phone screen down in front of myself. He checked his quickly before finally looking back up at me.
"Well, you sure as hell came back with a stick up your ass huh?" I said coolly.
"This morning you left no paper on the roll by the way," he complained, "You don't understand how stressful it can be, Leah."
My mouth dropped open. "Oh give me some insight then, help me better understand," I mocked.
"What stress do you have to worry about Leah? You're pretty fucking spoiled."
Fucking prick! Farthest from spoiled. I was constantly doing shit for everyone else. I could sometimes be a major bitch, but me...Spoiled? Did he hit his head and forget who he was talking too? "Your mothers cunt," I whispered under my breath.
"Could you imagine how the world could be if you were just a little bit more inviting?" I hated his face saying those words to me.
"Well damn," I said with disdain. I began to take my cardigan off, feeling like a volcano. I sat it upon my lap and stared at him unwavering. "There is a lot of shoulda, coulda, woulda we can share amongst one other, but maybe we need to get to a point in which we both chose what's best for us to do." I felt confident in myself. After experiencing so much pleasure just this morning with Edward in his truck I could do this simple conversation with this simpleton.
It wasn't always like this with Sam. We had potential in the beginning, he had just gotten out of university with a BA in business administration, I was and am still trying to get my self together. He love bombed me for the whole first year, and then it slowly started to go downhill from there. He would always say I have no communication skills. Always making it clear that I must have been the one to create this divide between us. My horrendous communication is the reason he shows me no affection. 'you have to build communication' or 'you're crap communication is the reason we don't talk'. It just made me feel unwanted by him, completely making me feel isolated even when I'm near my family and friends.
Sam's chin wrinkles as his bottom lip plumps out. "Okay, well-"
BuzzZZz...BuzzZZz a little jingle begins to play as Sam's cut off by my phone jolting a bit and moving every time it buzzed.
I acted quickly. "Shit, it might be my mom, I've gotta take it." I picked up the phone and answered. Holding it up to my ear before even checking who it was.
"Sure," he said rolling his eyes and pulling out his own and taking the opportunity to get lost behind the little screen.
I apologized curtly and answered the phone. All I could hear was rain and what seemed to be heavy breathing on the other line. "Hello?" I asked again.
"Leah," His voice was so smooth. Like honey.
Immediately my thighs clenched together to fight back the electric feeling in the pit of my stomach.
Edward.
"What's up?"
"It's so good..." he trailed off, all I could hear was the rain. "To be just sitting here thinking about your beautiful body. Out on the porch...Naked. Just to feel everything all at once," he whispered. "And the storm just adds a nice touch." He chuckled.
I'm sure he wasn't totally exposed. Thankfully his porch was covered.
My goodness I have missed that voice of his in the short time I've gone without.
I couldn't help the grin produced on my face while staring daggers into Sam from across the table. He was preoccupied by the dull light coming out of his phone. Completely disinterested.
"Oh, God, baby I love it when you touch me, when you fucking use me," He sighed on the other line. I pressed up the phone harder to my face praying Sam wouldn't look up. "Fuck!" He grunted. He was definitely working himself, out in the open.
One thing is for sure, I wish I were there instead of right here right now.
I let out a breath quickly reminding myself I am in a very public setting with my soon to be former fiancé seated directly across from me a little morality would be nice right now.
"I will call you back," I said as plainly as I could muster.
I heard his amazing voice sing a melodic moan out of his perfect mouth. I felt another twinge in my stomach that immediately pooled into my panties. I listened closely beyond the pitter pats of rain dancing around, I could hear a repeated smacking sound. I realized it was the sound of him jerking off. I moved my thighs again slightly to feel some pressure where I needed it most.
"I need to use you, yo-you're the only one that can make me feel anything. I'm rock hard waiting for you," he murmured.
Using my free hand I reached up to touch the end of my phone as I adjusted my legs crossing them and leaning more to one side giving myself plenty of needed friction.
"I will definitely call back, okay?" I turn my head slightly and let my elbow rest on the table as my sweaty palm rubbing against my forehead. From my peripheral I spotted Sam gazing up from his phone to look my way.
Fuck, Edward, not now.
"I know where you are... I saw you two. I was so fucking pissed at you Leah. I came home so fucking mad, then all I could think of was how I really know you..." Certain octaves in his strained tone made it almost sound like he was whining. "I know what you crave... I give you what nobody, especially him-" that part has a certain deep hiss to it, "-could ever give you. You make me ache. I just want you so fucking baaddd," he groaned, trailing off again. "I can't think of anything else."
What I heard next had me almost quivering with want, the sound of smacking skin and him continuously moaning into the receiver.
"I'm stroking myself with your thong from our fun earlier this morning, darlin'," he let out another robust groan. "I miss you."
I couldn't possibly take much more of this right now. I could feel my how burning hot my face was. I wasn't sure if I looked like I was crumbling to pieces, because I felt it.
"Are you drinking?" I quipped quietly.
Now Sam was really perking up.
Shit!
"You drive me crazy, you make me want to come so hard," He groaned ignoring my question.
I breathed. Finally. "mhm, I will be there later on, okay?"
At this point I was needing to get him off the phone right now. I should just hang up, but there was something so sexy about this. Edward is on the other line basically performing for me. And he knows what he's doing. All the while, Sam is seated right here none the wiser to anything happening in my ear. Probably wondering about the question of a drunk person on the other end of this phone in my hand.
"Oh Leah, you need to be here right now. Don't fucking puss out on -" He growled, the reception dropped at the end. I heard some static, then the rain again.
"I won't, I will be there, okay?" I almost sounded as if I were the one pleading now.
"Don't deny it, I know, that you want me too," he sounded so ragged and breathless.
I could just incapsulate the image of Edward sitting on his covered porch, stroking himself. My heart was getting ready to beat out of my mouth, it felt like someone was choking me.
"Yes I do," My hand resting against my chin now.
Sam looks back down into his phone. Thank god.
"You'd rather be here right now...letting me give you everything you've ever wanted?" Edward's beautiful voice rang through again sending another shiver down my spine.
Only he could read my mind. "Absolutely."
I heard a low grumble coming from the other end. "I'm so greedy for you, Leah."
"Okay, I get it, I will be there later tonight," I basically spat out the words. My resolve here was slowly depleting. He knows how to get me riled up.
"I wanna stare into you're lovely eyes and fill you up completely," I heard him chuckle, his breathing still unstable.
He is definitely enjoying himself.
Much to my amusement. Just terrible timing, but I think that's how he wanted it. He already said he saw Sam and I at some point together earlier, probably while we were walking here. And he talks about me being jealous. Edward has nothing to worry about, even though, Sam is the person I was supposed to be committed too for these past four years. I simply had no actual connection with him anymore. And the person I have been unfaithful on Sam with, is Edward, whom I feel way more for.
"Hurry the fuck up," he sounded extremely impatient. Like he was close.
My whole body lit. The. Fuck. UP. This man is going to be the death of me. "Okay, bye bye," I almost gasped. It was taking everything in me to not explode at this moment.
I heard his strokes getting faster on the other line. "Leah, ungh, fuck, don't you want to feel good with me?-"
My eyes widened and I hung up quickly cutting him off and slid my phone back into my purse. I grimaced slightly trying to get myself together. It goes without saying, that Edward would have most likely just kept on. He would not have hung up or accepted me hanging up. I would have just derailed if I had to listen to his sexy dripping in velvet voice for one more second. Better yet, to hear him reach his climax.
Without me? Insert scoff.
He must have had a little Jack tonight. That's how he gets when he drinks. Or, from what I remember.
I just wanted Edward in front of me, spreading my legs and tasting me. I just want to sail away with him. Letting him do whatever he wants to me. I throb for him on command. I drifted into envisioning Edward finishing himself off right at this moment. I can just hear him in the back of my head saying, why aren't you here right now? Instead I am left staring over at Sam who is still very interested in whatever he is doing on that damned phone.
"So!" I grunt, clearing my throat and catching Sam's attention. He still kept the phone in his hand but gave me attention with his dark eyes. His thick furrowed brows coming down.
"Everything okay?" He pried but seemed to still be very detached.
I nodded scrambling for a lie hoping it wouldn't come out to something stupid, "Just my mom, she really wanted to make sure I didn't forget about later."
He scoffed rolling his eyes, "Gosh, she really can't put a table together by herself?"
Unnecessary comment.
Sam isn't the biggest fan of my mother he has always made that abundantly clear throughout our relationship, and shit, well, I'm not a huge fan either, but she is my mother. I had the quick memory of my mother getting drunk the night of the engagement party and fighting with his mother about her boundaries. I can't even begin to comment, because, it was utterly ridiculous. Me being the gracious daughter I am, I instinctively protected my mother from getting her inebriated self beat. Needless to say a huge quarrel occurred between my fiancé and I not long afterwards.
I snapped back into the present interaction.
What should I have said to Sam instead of me saying I'd be helping my mother put furniture together? Should I just talk about how my week had really been going before he got home?
Mmm..Edward...
Thinking about Edward made my lip curl into a little smirk. His hands rubbing all over me, pressing into him as I am just soaked in my own self. Like a slow dripping faucet. His hands burning me as he palms my heat. I just want to stare into those vibrant emeralds all the time.
"So," I cough again. Making a quick recovery from where my thoughts kept putting me. "I have been thinking, just about...Well-er- everything...Things are definitely different from when we first got together-"
His other hand went right up to cut me short. "I've gotta try and be honest here Leah, cause I feel like I know where this conversation is going," he took a deep breath and looked as though he was bracing himself. "I have been seeing someone else..."
This pragmatic stupid prick.
My expression was definitely that of surprise mixed with disgust and a sprinkle of resentment. But WOW, what a load off!
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I snarled but made sure to keep my voice low.
I couldn't help feeling somewhat divided. I mean, I did just have sex with Edward days ago, but that wasn't really expected nor planned out ahead of time. It was a singular event that was like domino effect for other events to occur, I didn't carry along in this intimacy for a whole period of time, dragging Sam along all the while developing an interpersonal relationship with someone else.
His one hand was still locked around that fucking phone. His other reached for my hand but I instinctively pulled back. Disgusted.
Now he wants to have some kind of affection or wanting to even hold my hand? I haven't gotten a grain of intimacy for a rather long time with Sam. He has actively been steering clear from me ever since we had the small engagement party last year and we've been in limbo ever since. We had sex once months ago, but there was nothing there! I can count on my fingers and toes how many times we've been intimate this year.
Sam sighed. "Leah, you have been so cold towards me. With all the bullshit we've gone through in the past. I just don't want to make this more complicated than it needs to be..."
A beat of absolute silence passed in my ears. I thought I could hear white noise. Like, my brain wasn't computing what the fuck was actually going on. The anger in me had deafened me, I think.
Could a person be that angry? I thought for a moment as my frown grew deeper and I felt my eyelashes wisping against my eyebrows.
Brash and uncertain of what one should say during times of abnormality. Time drags on. Schlepping along the endless burden of strife. My heart feels as though it's clenched right in my throat. Beats coming and going raked in silence. All the while the tunnel in my head is so very loud. My mouth restrained by uncertainty of what to say next. Wouldn't fine words make the sun shine a little in the midst of this over cast? The pulsating of my veins illuminates every shred of me. Hairs standing on edge. Every vein saturated in disdain till it finally becomes vacant. Only for a moment I can feel absolutely nothing and everything all at once.
"We both know things have been different lately," He went on, his words snapping me back. Like a parishioner falling asleep during a sermon and being awakened from the day dreams.
I looked up at this man incredulously. The nerve...The gall...The gumption to even say these things to me. I promptly leaned forward the veins around my neck growing thicker by the second.
"Lately?" I snapped. The words came out disheveled like how I feel myself. "You have been checked the fuck out for a rather long time...You've had a good time on my watch, eh?"
He flinched back slightly finally putting his phone into his pants pocket and crossing his arms.
The normal question of 'how could you?' and 'who is this other person?' I couldn't dally with those details. I wanted to go down to the nitty gritty of why this relationship turned into a black hole.
"What-" his voice cutting and deep, "-do you want me to say here Leah? I figured I'd be brash about it because this has been a loveless relationship for a while now."
"Because of whom?" I snorted.
There is no way he beat me to this shit. I am in utter disbelief. Just at how crazy life is. I wasn't expecting it to go like this, but it did work in my favor. I think most of the anger comes from trying so hard when things began to change. I felt his distance, he argued over stupid things that never made any sense. If I made a mistake on something he would fly off the fucking handle.
His face pursed. His tanned self sat all uptight. His pudgy nose in the air, his square jaw in full hulk mode. I can't believe I was ever committed to this piece of shit. For the time that I was, up until three mornings ago. I also hate the grey tone of his shitty shirt right now too.
"You don't even have to say a damn thing about the other person, I hope for your sake she has a place for your dumbass head to lay," I said quickly and quietly still not wanting to go an octave higher and embarrass the fuck out of each other. "I unfortunately don't give a damn, she can burn right along with you. You'll lose her how you got her. Probably some sick turn-on for you both, to fucking laugh at me behind my back." I spat extra venom for that last part. I peered around the room seeing that the sea of people around us having a coffee, or a chat...couldn't care less about what's going on in this black bubble. It seemed like they were all miles away from us. "I resent you for everything you've ever put me through-" my voice cut abruptly. Hurt.
He took a sharp breath out, "I had to end things sooner rather than later..." Sam said with a strange level of discernment. He gave me a knowing nod. As if we shared some sick little secret with one another, but I had no clue what he was talking about...
I glared at him confounded. Unless... I thought...
I chortled suddenly while cringing, startling myself out of discomfort when I realized what he was hinting at. My hands clasped over my open mouth, "holy fuck, she's pregnant," I huffed out. Feeling incredibly deflated.
Wow, Sam took the cake, the flour, the whole damn pantry with this one. I have exasperated every option while being committed to Sam. Therapy, couples counseling, mediation, giving space, not asking too much of him, being supportive, & the fucking list goes on and ON and ON.
"Fuck, Leah, I just have no idea what you want me to do?"
My face shriveled in horror at his lack of accountability. "You coulda kept it in your fucking pants for about five minutes! THAT would have been enough for me. I understand I can be cold at times, but...fu-I-I mean really? We haven't been intimate in how long?" I emphasized each word.
"If you wanna hear it, I am sorry," his pitch or tone hadn't even changed very much. This entire time I have been talking to a brick wall. An unfeeling pencil dick.
"Yeah, well, shove that sorry right up your ass." There was no way I was going to even waste an extra minute.
I have someone waiting for me. I thought giving myself some hope of a great night ahead of me. And Sam Uley can go fuck off someplace else with whomever he is even with. Like I give a shit. "You can stay the night at the house, come morning I want you and all of your shit the fuck out of out there." And I thank the heavens up above for giving me the foresight to put my name on the deed.
In a swift frenzy of motions I snatched up my 'wishing it were fall' starter kit. i.e. my cardigan, my coffee, and my purse. I stood up with my head held up high. I was happy to get away from him. I felt total relief at the very thought of it.
"Leah!" He called once and I didn't even turn to look. I just took my stride to the exit and pushed on the glass doors.
I had gotten home after the talk with Sam that had me trembling by the time I made it back home to grab my car keys. I didn't have time to change as I mobbed throughout the house, gathering important items. I probably looked like the equivalent of an old meth head trying to get the carburetor out before the flickering street light turns back on.
I got together my Dad's watch, some necklaces and rings my mother gave me, paperwork, and an old compass my uncle Billy gave me when I was four. I also found all my money. I hide things in odd places, like my mother; she always tells Seth and I that when she croaks we should never throw anything away without checking pockets, hiding spots, etc. I snatched ten grand out from an old fur jacket I got as a hand-me-down from my cousin Rachel. Another five from the old tea kettle that's become an ornament above the fridge downstairs. Then another band from behind the clock. I was not comfortable leaving anything with substance for that hurtful bastard to steal.
I amassed my duffle bag with all the miscellaneous items. I reach up, the back of my hand pressed against my mouth for what felt like eternity as I held back tears
"Don't you dare cry for his dumb ass, Leah," I heard Jessica's voice rumbling through the echo in my head.
My duffle bag, filled with my items. I hurled some clothes from my room in there and zipped it up. I fled that home like a bat out of hell. Not even bothering to lock the door, I just was in so much of a frenzy, I didn't wanna be there by the time Sam got back to collect his things. Things have been too sucked dry and stale to be violent. But I remember his temper clearly. It slightly scared the fuck out of me. And for some reason, I would think his narcissistic tendency would somehow convince him that all is my fault.
I shoved the thought of Sam to the back of my mind as I jumped in the wagon. I have someone still waiting for me.
The drive there was like a fever dream. The adrenaline finally wearing down by the time I parked and approached the porch door and it creaked open, the same for the front door.
And there I found him. Edward in nothing but sweatpants holding on dangerously low below the waist, the v so incredibly noticeable. His abs heaving up and down. He seems like he's had quite the night by his lonesome. He must have heard me pulling up. He was leaning against the doorway of what looked to be the kitchen. His shadow encapsulating me completely.
I had been incredibly uncomfortable in my clothes, considering my panties were absolutely soaked.
"I broke it off with Sam," I stated plainly.
"Did you?" He sounded rampant, looked a little tipsy. Just glaring at me with those magnificent eyes.
I stared right back at him, trying to seem completely unaffected by his strong gaze. "Yes," I answered.
"I hope I'm not being too forward here...but-" He trailed off tilting his head, "Do you love me?" He asked. Hand over his heart.
Without a doubt.
I grinned. "Yes." I observed him. Those vibrant lily pads in his sockets just taking in every inch of me. My insatiable quench for him was pulling me closer to him without a thought.
His other hand slid into his pocket, a crooked smile and a glint in his eyes. He was in his "aw shucks" pose. "I adore every inch of you, everything about you, Leah."
My heart jumped from his words.
He began to grin. "We've been enemies," he slurred, "We've been friends with benefits, to just friends, then lover-" I smushed my body right up against his, making his back fall slightly against the wall near the archway behind him. We were both grinning madly now.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I chirped as I nuzzled my face into his warm neck. He went stiff as I began to trail little kisses and nibbles up and down to his chest, my hands still hanging on to his tall frame. "Your antics on the phone earlier were incredible."
"I figured you'd think so."
We both smiled at one another.
He grasped my face in his strong hands, staring intently with those vibrant green stars glaring into my soul. "I love you so much, I would love for us to have each other." His lip had the taste of liquor slightly.
"Yes," I sighed into him pressing my lips to his absorbing his energy. Synching to each other and then softly pulling away. "I love you."
His hand brought me back up to his lips. His muscles felt tense under my hands. "Take everything off, please."
I did as instructed, I had to step back a bit and he glared at me the whole time. His eyes burning holes everywhere they traveled. I noticed his hand grasping his member through his sweats and rubbing slowly.
"Get on your knees in front of me," he suggested.
Again, I did what he said. I opened my legs, spreading out wide enough to reach down and begin playing with myself as well.
"I haven't been able to feel satisfied without you touching me now, it's insatiable. I almost thought I was gonna have to go get 'cha," he sounded almost on the verge of losing it but all with a beautiful smile hovering above me.
"I'll come for you whenever you want," I joked with a short giggle. My fingers still providing me with much needed stimulation. I was still all jazzed up about the said call from earlier. His eyes clouded with lust from my little joke. He reached under the fabric of his sweatpants and pulled out his entire length. I was basically drooling at this point, tapping my sex gently with my dripping fingers, just watching this magnificent man stroke himself near my face.
"I love watching you, Leah," he muttered from a guttural place in his chest. "I love you."
I moved forward.
"Fuck yes, you know how I love it, make it disappear in your mouth baby." He sucked his plump lower lip between his straight teeth as I did just as he requested.
I was pretty proud of the sounds that I am able to make this man produce. 'Oh fuck, work my cock' was a good one to hear. He gave so much encouragement and stared into my eyes the entire time as I slowly but surely gagged and spat on it. He just sounded so full of desire for me only that I was willing to take every last bit of him and not give an actual fuck about the taste. I was never fond of it. But drinking him up had my body stimulated at every end. I stared up at him and he wouldn't take his off of mine as my lips worked and weaved over his gorgeous shaft.
"You're gonna make me cum," he breathed. His pink lips parting, one hand holding the back of my head and the other up scratching through his golden brown locks.
I take in every last drop of him not even thinking once about the taste; I was really making a show out of it, slowing everything down for him and just licking every inch up. He never broke eye contact, his heavy gasps echoing through his home as he led me around into a short hallway through the front room to a door to his spacious bedroom.
I sat back against the headboard of the soft bed as he asked what he should do with 'my pussy'.
I suggestively opened up wide for him, letting him see me in all my glory. I swear, Edward was the only person who I could really let myself be free with.
It looked like he was trying real hard to control himself, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. "You know the kind of power you have over me?"
I nodded while reaching down to just give myself a little bit of satisfaction.
His sparkling eyes met mine again. "You look so fucking sexy doing that," He groaned beginning to touch himself again. "Would you like me to give you some relief?"
I bit my lower lip. "Mmm, please?"
He came forward closer up the bed until his hands pressed my legs further apart. He began trailing little kisses on the inside of my thighs. "Want me to take my time?" He asked, crooking one eyebrow up at me.
His breath felt like it was burning me. I watched as he kissed the top of where I needed him most. His tongue dragged out lazily, licking my clit. I couldn't help the sharp spasms exhibiting from my body. Not long once this began, I was feeding him my orgasm completely. My fingers draped throughout his hair as I grind myself against his mouth. My dam broke down as I released a primal moan.
He released me for a moment from my sloppy mound. "Say it for me baby." He blew cold air over me, making me break out in goosebumps.
I immediately knew. "I'm all yours, " I groaned.
My head snapped back as without second thought Edwards mouth latched right back on to me. I began riding the previous wave and was ready for the next orgasm. My scream got caught in the gasps that were blurting through my mouth.
My next orgasm was wet and unbelievable. Edward gripped my pelvis pressing me harder onto his mouth. Anchoring me in place. It felt endless. I was squirming like a worm when suddenly I felt his warm go from me, not for long as I felt his strong rough hands grasp my hips and helped me turn onto my stomach. I brought my knees up completely exposing myself to him. His hand seared against my skin, I pressed into the sensation, relishing in every bit of it.
I heard the SMACK! before I really felt it.
It stung so good.
And I was dripping ready for another one. I glanced under my arm as they stretched beyond resting over my mess of hair to just get a glimpse of this magnificent man, his eyes were wild, his bore into mine amorously.
Another SMACK! It just felt blazing hot. My whole body was quivering.
"You wanna back into it, darlin'?" He questioned enticingly.
I sure did, I was wet and wild over here waiting patiently. I groaned in response nodding, I was afraid to open my mouth and embarrass myself. It felt like below my stomach was a string attached and Edward had the other end of it. Yanking it, causing the sensations that were coursing through my body. The scratch just needing to be itched.
SMACK! Another stinger.
"I won't forget you made me wait now."
SMACK!
I hummed delighted and could hear the playful tone in his voice. I'm sure my back end was a nice vibrant scarlet, flush and swollen against both of his hands.
Please.
I had to entice him enough to just say fuck it! and literally do me. I just swayed my hips from side to side slowly at first, bouncing my lower half up and down, my thighs giving me some much needed friction on my tender area.
"I've gotta admit, darlin'...I need you just as much if not more-damn-I'm going to go slow at first so you can feel me stretching that fuckin-" He stopped short as he lowered down again working his magic with that tongue of his.
He genuinely enjoyed doing this to me. I was as much of his pleasure as he is to me. Doing this to me wasn't just getting me off, it was fully about getting himself off as well. Once he resurfaced after more greedy bouncing from me reaching yet another climax. He laid his length against me, rubbing it feeling slick against me.
"I promise all you'll be able to do is-" Another SMACK, and I didn't flinch at all. I reveled in the sensations.
"-moan my name." His voice rasped as he whimpered to 'push it up on me' and I did just that.
I also did exactly as he predicted. Majority of the time I was moaning and whimpering his name. Grasping at the sheets pooled above my head every so often my knuckles would knock lightly against the headboard that rocked with us. He let me back up on his length ever so slowly, controlling the pace from his fingers digging into my hips. Holding the skin with such firmness. Yet again, I felt his hands as if they were all over me all at once, raking and running all throughout my tousled curtain of hair.
"Watching your ass shake against me, fuck, I need you- feel-so good," He moaned.
One of his hands had clutched my mine, pulling me back, my chest stretched forward. I gasped as my head pulled back and I felt my back arch with a nice twinge of pain from it. His entire length slamming deep into me as one other hand palmed against the small of my back, ushering me to grind against him.
At some point I began to readily unravel before him over and over again as he picked up his pace feverishly. then eventually I shot up feeling that primal roar and solid warmth coming from below my belly button and enrapturing me completely. His warmth was all I felt as if being wrapped in a blanket as he held me tightly, it still felt as though his hands were everywhere at once. The sounds we made next were primal and impulsive.
Long after we were both catching our breath and tenderly kissing each other all over. "No one else can make me feel the way you do," He whispered softly against my lips. My hands explored down the hairs on his chest to his abdomen. I bit his lip nimbly as he groaned. His strong hand massaging and grasping my thighs as his hooded eyes gazed into mine. "I am yours completely, darlin'."
The sounds we made with each other was unlike anything I could identify. Nothing else mattered right now. Not time. Not my mother. Not Sam. Just laying here, things strewn about all over the dimly lit light green bedroom from our lively love making. As Edward and I lay in a heap on top of the tossed bedsheets.
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