Chapter 7: Turnaround Is Only Fair Play
The waves of ecstasy crashed over Bella, her body trembling with intensity. She clutched the pillow tighter against her face, her breath coming in shallow gasps as her fingers moved faster, chasing that final, shattering peak of pleasure. Her muscles tensed, her spread legs quivering. She bit her lip, but it wasn't enough—her voice still escaped, muffled by the fabric pressed to her mouth, as her body surrendered completely to the release she had been building toward.
Her back arched off the mattress, her fingers still moving instinctively, pushing her over the edge one last time. The pleasure was blinding, overwhelming her senses until she couldn't hold on any longer. Her body spasmed, pulsing with the rush of sensation, and she let out a cry into the pillow—raw and unrestrained. Her thighs clenched together, trapping her hand, fingers still working until that final peak of ecstasy had come. Then, they released, her muscles loosening as the tension drained from her limbs. She went limp, her body melting into the soft sheets, every nerve buzzing from the aftershocks of her climax.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. Finally, she let the pillow slip from her grip, tossing it aside with a quiet, satisfied sigh. "Oh god," she muttered, her voice barely audible. She had needed that—desperately. Her body still tingled with the remnants of pleasure, her finger lazily brushing over her slit, enjoying the lingering sensations. Her pulse gradually slowed to normal as her high subsided.
Bella closed her eyes, sinking deeper into the mattress, letting the waves of contentment wash over her. After the day she'd had, there was no doubt in her mind that her night would end this way. Her body had been so wound up that, if she hadn't come so hard, she might have exploded. She certainly didn't want to go down in history as the incredible exploding woman. For a few blissful moments, she just let herself exist in that state—warm, relaxed, and utterly spent.
A faint smile tugged at her lips as her thoughts drifted back to Phoenix, when she first discovered that she was, well, a real screamer when she touched herself. Those moments had been few and far between back then, but as she grew older, her needs had increased—and well, she hadn't exactly been getting any action from Edward. So, Mr. Hand had become her new best friend. Still, with Charlie sleeping just down the hall, she had to be cautious. She didn't want him to wake up and come running, thinking something was wrong. She opened her eyes, lifting her head to stare at the door, trying to remember... She was pretty sure she had locked it…
The smile on Bella's face refused to fade. It clung to her lips, a constant reminder of the pleasure she'd just experienced. Glancing down at her body, she took in the sight of herself sprawled across the bed. Her pajama top clung loosely to her chest, while her bottom half was completely bare, her legs still slightly parted from the intensity of her earlier activities.
With a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth, she absentmindedly spread her legs wider, letting the cool air brush against her skin. A soft chuckle escaped her, amused by the freedom she felt, both in body and mind. She shook her head, laughing quietly at herself, savoring the afterglow.
What a way for Jake to walk in on her… her grin widening at the memory. She was still surprised at how comfortable she had been earlier. Never in her life had she considered herself an exhibitionist, but something had shifted today. She had to admit—even to herself—it had felt good.
Truthfully, Jake—and yes, sadly, Edward too—had been the first men to ever see her naked since she was a small child. The thought was one she would have believed would make her cringe with embarrassment, but it hadn't. In fact, it had had the opposite effect. The image of Jake's wide eyes, his open mouth, his stunned silence as he stared directly at her exposed pussy—it all replayed in her mind like a vivid dream.
And instead of feeling vulnerable or ashamed, she had felt something entirely different. Even though she had been tied up, utterly exposed, she had felt powerful. The way Jake's breath had caught, the way his gaze had been drawn to her like a magnet—she had liked it. More than she'd care to admit. There was a strange power in being seen, in owning her body, and in seeing the effect it had on him.
Bella chuckled to herself, the sound soft and self-assured. She wasn't sure what it all meant, but she couldn't deny that today had sparked something in her. Something unexpected, something… freeing.
Thinking of Jake, Bella felt a rush of heat, anticipation simmering in her veins for their upcoming date. She might have talked a big game, but if Jake wanted anything more, he was going to have to earn it. She wasn't some slut like Lauren Mallory, who'd fuck anything that even vaguely resembled a dick. No, if Jake wanted her, he'd have to work for it. Still, she couldn't deny it—she was hopeful. God, she was hopeful.
Earlier, standing naked in front of him, her mind had been flooded with wild, inappropriate thoughts. The idea of his hands touching her, his lips trailing kisses all over her body, and what it would feel like to have her hands wrapped around that monster that he had hiding in his pants... All of it had pushed her to the edge, testing her resolve, making it damn near impossible to keep her cool. She had felt the heat of his gaze, the hunger in his eyes and it was intoxicating.
But Bella wasn't going to give it up that easily. Jake would have to prove himself, show her he wasn't just some guy looking for a quick fuck. This wasn't about getting laid—it was about seeing if he could handle more. Handle her. She'd indulged in the fantasies, letting her mind wander to what could be, but she wasn't about to hand herself over just because she was horny. That wasn't her style, and it wasn't how this was going to play out.
Still, the chemistry between them had been undeniable. The tension was already there, simmering under the surface, and she knew that if things went the way she hoped on Saturday, that tension would only build. Bella smirked to herself, imagining the possibilities.
Bella couldn't help but replay Jake's parting words in her mind, her imagination running wild. Did he really rush home, only to start jerking it the moment he walked through the door? The thought sent a thrill through her, igniting her already simmering desires. She shook her head, an amused grin tugging at her lips. Hadn't I just been telling myself to take it slow...
But the fantasy was too tempting to resist, and she allowed herself to sink into it, closing her eyes and letting her mind conjure up the scene. Her world shifted, the familiar hum of reality giving way to the vivid images her imagination created. She was in Jake's house now, every detail of his living room etched in perfect clarity.
With a mischievous smile, Bella strode toward Jake's room, her footsteps purposeful, her heart pounding with excitement. This is going to be fun. She loved how her fantasies always felt so real, every detail sharper, more vibrant. The anticipation bubbled up inside her as she imagined what awaited her on the other side of the door.
As she reached Jake's bedroom door, the soft creak of the hinges welcomed her as she pushed it open slowly. Her eyes immediately locked onto the sight that greeted her—Jake, sprawled out on his bed, naked as the day he was born. His hand was wrapped around his cock, pumping furiously. The look of sheer, reckless abandon on his face told her everything. He was lost in the moment, oblivious to the world around him, his hips bucking slightly with each stroke.
Her heart raced, and a wave of heat flushed through her as she stood just inside Jake's room. Oh God, he's really going at it, she thought, biting her lip in excitement as she quietly closed the door behind her, the soft click was drowned out by the sounds of Jake's heavy breathing. The rhythm of his labored breaths mixed with the unmistakable wet slide of his hand moving fast and hard over his cock, filling the room with an almost hypnotic cadence.
Her eyes locked onto the scene before her, and she couldn't tear them away—every flex of his muscles, every tightening of his jaw as he pushed himself closer to the edge. His body was straining, the sinew in his arms and shoulders standing out in stark relief as his hand worked relentlessly up and down his length. But it was his cock that held her attention most. After the disappointing memory of little Eddie, what Jake was packing made her pulse quicken. It was... impressive—so much bigger than she'd expected, thicker, harder, and with a flush of color that made her breath catch.
Could that even fit? The thought sparked a thrill of curiosity and desire that burned through her. It seemed impossible, but the idea of trying consumed her. She licked her lips, her mouth dry at the thought of what it would feel like—of Jake pressing into her, filling her up in a way she'd never experienced. Her eyes traced the movement of his hand, watching with rapt attention as his cock twitched in his grip, his hips bucking in sync with every rough stroke.
God, he looks incredible, she thought, smiling to herself as she moved closer, enjoying the sight of Jake working himself over, oblivious to everything except the sensation of his own pleasure. She came to the foot of his bed, just watching, letting the sheer eroticism of it wash over her as Jake unknowingly performed for her, lost in his own private world, while she basked in the thought of what was to come.
Jake's head shot up the instant Bella stepped closer, his wide eyes locking onto hers in pure surprise. His mouth hung open, his breath caught mid-gasp, frozen by the sudden realization that he wasn't alone. For a brief moment, his hand faltered, his body tensing with the shock of being caught. But it was too late—he was already far too gone, the pleasure coursing through him too strong to stop now. His hand kept moving, almost involuntarily, a primal rhythm that he couldn't break.
Bella's heart skipped a beat as her eyes traveled down to his cock, jerking violently in his grip, pulsing as the inevitable neared. His expression—wide-eyed, with a mixture of shock and arousal—only fueled the thrill running through her. She couldn't help the surge of excitement that rushed through her veins as she watched him teeter on the edge.
And then it happened—Jake's cock twitched again, harder this time, and with a loud, raw groan, he came. His body shuddered, trembling under the force of his release. Thick streams of cum erupted from him, splattering across his toned stomach, his chest, and soaking into the sheets beneath him. His muscles tensed, his hips jerking as he rode out the waves of pleasure that coursed through him, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.
Bella stood frozen in place, wide-eyed as she took in the scene unfolding before her. The raw, unfiltered intensity of it all left her breathless. Jake had completely lost control in front of her, and something about that felt intoxicating. A wicked grin curved at her lips as she watched him, her eyes raking over his trembling body, every inch of him radiating power.
He looked up at her again, still panting, his chest rising and falling with each shallow breath, and all she could think was how incredible it felt to witness him like this—magnificent, undone, and completely hers to watch.
Bella opened her eyes, blinking away the remnants of her vivid fantasy. What a thought... She realized with a small chuckle that she was grinning in real life, just as her fantasy self had been moments ago. Her breath had grown a bit labored from watching that scenario play out so vividly in her mind, her body still humming from the lingering excitement. A wave of contentment washed over her as she stretched, feeling the tension ease from her muscles.
Happily, she noticed the familiar drowsiness creeping in—the comforting heaviness that always followed one of her late-night indulgences. It was a routine for her, getting herself off right before bed; it relaxed her in a way nothing else could, ensuring she'd drift off into sleep with a satisfied smile on her face. And with any luck, it would lead to some very pleasant dreams.
She reached over to the edge of the bed, grabbing her discarded bottoms, and quickly slid them on, the soft fabric brushing against her skin. With a sigh, she nestled under the covers, the cool sheets wrapping around her like a cocoon. She stretched out, letting her body sink into the mattress as she reached for the lamp beside her bed. A soft click, and the room was plunged into comforting darkness.
Rolling over onto her stomach, Bella let her mind wander, thinking pleasant thoughts… mostly of Jake and that giant...
Her thoughts drifted, becoming less coherent as sleep slowly took over, pulling her deeper and deeper into its embrace. Bella sighed softly, her mind filled with images of Jake, and soon enough, she fell into a peaceful slumber, her dreams...
I hope you've enjoyed this expanded version of the story. If you did, I think you'll love my other works too. They might not be as over-the-top as this one, but when the sex scenes do happen, they're pretty damn good, if I do say so myself.
I'm currently in the process of posting a fun story called A Hazy Shade of Winter, featuring a seriously badass Bella. And as for Little Eddie… well, he's been through hell, but he's come out the other side as a confident, well-adjusted man—just perfect for my vampire Bella. Be sure to check it out if you haven't yet!
