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She'd been like a shadow this past week. Ever since Edward had licked his own cum from her soaked pussy like a greedy fool, her velvety chocolate eyes seemed to reappear no matter which bar he walked into. He'd only been at this one for an hour, was just starting to feel the whiskey, but he could feel her.
Edward leaned against the bar, nursing his drink as his gaze scanned the crowded room. The familiar pulse of low music and the clinking of glasses usually helped to clear his head, but tonight felt different. He glanced over at Jasper, a drunk bronze haired American, who was deep in conversation with a woman at the end of the bar, flashing his usual easygoing smile. He had a certain charm, one to rival his own without the arrogance.
Edward barely noticed the noise around him. His mind kept wandering back to those deep brown eyes He couldn't shake the feeling of her. He'd never fucked someone so magnetic, who's pussy he'd craved for days after. It was alien to him.
Jasper turned back to him and walked over, excusing himself politely. He raised a perfect eyebrow as he noticed Edward's distracted expression. "You still here, or did I lose you back there somewhere?" he asked, smirking, knowing full well he'd followed the skirts.
Edward blinked, letting out a sigh. "You're a little distracted tonight, friend."
Jasper chuckled, tilting his head knowingly. "Ah, says the man who can't get the girl of his mind."
Edward pushed him back with a firm hand on his chest, arguing. "Fuck off, man."
Jasper took a sip of his drink, eyeing him thoughtfully and completely unphased "Sounds like she's got you good. Maybe you should stop hiding in bars and go find her."
"Go back to talking to whoever the fuck that is." Jaser chuckled but wandered off, immediately joining the girl at the end of the bar. Who seemed to want to be within his personal space. Edward chuckled darkly, not that he was much better. He'd fucking drown in her if she'd let him.
It wasn't long before she'd walked in.
Edward noticed her the second she was close by, like a crazed predator hoping for a next meal. her arm looped around the waist of a striking blonde. Bella moved with a bold confidence, her gaze unwavering as it found his across the bar. The air around her was tinged with the sweet scent of cherries and whiskey, and he could feel her presence before she even passed by him.
As she brushed past, their eyes locked, and a mischievous smirk played on her lips, like she knew exactly what she was doing to him. It sent a slow burn through him, making it impossible to look away. His cock harden as he caught sight of her thigh in that dress. IF it could be called that, it barely covered her ass, and left nothing to the imagination.
Edward barely hesitated. The pull toward her was magnetic, an almost primal need flaring up as he watched her laugh and order shots with her friend. Her voice was low and sultry, cutting through the noise, and the way she leaned against the bar, carefree and inviting, only intensified his desire.
He moved toward her, feeling his pulse quicken, his body already responding with a familiar heat that he could barely control. Bella looked up just as he approached, her smirk widening as if she'd been expecting him all along.
"Didn't think I'd see you here," he said, voice low, his eyes holding hers.
She tilted her head, feigning innocence, a pout coming to her devilish red lips. "Really? Because I'd almost say you were waiting for me."
Edward chuckled, leaning in just enough to catch another whiff of her intoxicating scent. "Maybe I was," he murmured.
"Stalking me now, are we, pretty boy?" Bella teased, tilting her head back as she downed another shot. Her gaze was sharp, teasing, and it made Edward's pulse race.
Next to her, the blonde, who he now knew as Rosalie, raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity mixed with warning in her eyes. She turned her gaze to Bella, then to him. "And who's this?" she asked, her tone cool as she looked him up and down. He felt naked under sparkling blue eyes, but could do nothing as she raked them all over him. And to his credit, he didn't shudder like he wanted to.
"Edward," he replied smoothly, his attention still fixed on Bella, though he gave Rosalie a polite nod. "Just an old… acquaintance." His lips quirked into a grin as he looked back at Bella, who was watching him with that same mischievous spark.
"Acquaintance?" Bella echoed with a smirk. "Funny."
Rosalie rolled her eyes, clearly catching onto the tension between them. "Well, if Edward is joining us, he better know how to keep up," she said, pushing a fresh shot toward him.
Edward took it without a second thought, his eyes never leaving Bella's. "Oh, I don't think that'll be a problem."
A flush crept up Edward's neck, but he didn't back down. He picked up the shot Rosalie offered, throwing it back with ease before sliding closer to Bella. Her gaze held his with a lazy, half-lidded challenge, and he could practically taste the vodka lingering on her lips just from the way she looked at him.
His fingers brushed hers on the bar, and she didn't pull away, instead tilting her head slightly, inviting him to close the gap. Edward's eyes flicked to her mouth, lingering on the way her lips curved in a smirk that was both inviting and taunting.
"Got something on your mind?" she asked, her voice low, a hint of amusement playing at the edge of her words.
"Maybe," he replied, voice barely above a murmur as he leaned closer, just enough to feel her breath mix with his. "Depends on whether you'll let me find out."
Bella's eyes lingered on his lips, her gaze darkening with intent. Without breaking eye contact, she turned to Rosalie, giving her a quick nod. "We'll be back," she said, voice cool and casual, as if this was the most natural thing in the world.
Before Edward could react, she grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pulling him along with a fierce grip that sent his heart racing. She led him through the crowded bar and into a run-down bathroom at the back, the dim, smoky air thick with the scent of cigarettes. The broken mirror reflected the haze and shadows, making the room feel almost dreamlike.
Once inside, Bella pressed him against the door, her fingers still clutching his shirt as her lips hovered near his. The smoky atmosphere blurred everything but her, and he felt a rush of anticipation as her eyes locked onto his, wild and hungry.
Bella didn't waste any time. The moment their lips met, it was like a spark igniting, the kiss turning heated and desperate in seconds. Her fingers tangled in his shirt, and with a sharp tug, she pulled it free from his jeans, her impatience palpable. Edward chuckled against her mouth, his own hands sliding up her sides as he savoured the intensity.
She pulled back just enough to smirk at him, her eyes filled with that familiar mischief before her hands dropped to his belt, deft fingers working the buckle with ease. Edward watched, mesmerised, as she undid the leather with a confident tug, feeling a thrill run through him as she took control, setting the pace and leaving him breathless.
"Impatient, are we?" he murmured, his voice rough, watching as she worked with single-minded determination. Bella glanced up with a daring glint in her eyes, her lips curling.
"You have no idea."
Bella dropped to her knees, her fingers curling into his hips as she took him into her mouth, her movements confident and relentless. Edward's head fell back, a low grunt escaping him as he felt the warmth and pressure of her mouth, each motion igniting a deep, primal ache. His hand moved instinctively to her hair, fingers threading through it as he held her, guiding her rhythm with a slow, deliberate pressure.
The roughness of the old bathroom, the smoky air around them, all faded as he lost himself in the heat of the moment, the feeling of her mouth moving over him, wet and eager, pushing him closer to the edge with each passing second.
Edward grips her hair tighter, forcing his cock deeper into her throat causing her to gag.
"Fuck. Bella." He moans. Pulling his hit back till just the tip remained in her warm mouth, then forcing it down her throat to the base, repeatedly while she gripped his hips and relaxed her throat.
Annoyingly she pulled back, stopping his thrusts, and looked up at him with watery eyes. Drool dripping from her swollen bottom lip as a line of spit connects them.
She panted, finally catching her breath.
"Don't fucking do that again." She raked her nails down his thighs and he grunted in pain, but slightly enjoying the traces of red he was being marked with.
Her knees started to bruise from the fall to the floor and without a word Edward's hand was on the back of her neck, tangling in her hair and pulling her to her feet.
She gasps as he spins her around and bends her over the cracked porcelain sink, slowly slipping his hand under her skirt to find the strap of her underwear. His fingers stroke the fabric lightly, grazing her dripping slit. Bella moans as he pulls her panties to the side. Feeling her more desperately.
"You're soaked for me. You've really been missin' me, huh?"
He coats his fingers before slipping them inside her. Bella gasps in response, heat pooling in her core as he curled his digits. Sending her soaring.
Edward chuckled lowly.
"Shut the fuck up." She hissed.
"You're not in any kind of position to be demanding such things, are you?" He purred, leaning forward to his her cheek as he replaced his fingers wiht his member and slammed into her fully. His mouth shot to her neck to cover it bites and wet kisses as he pounded into her from behind. While his hand reached up to cover her mouth.
Bella's eyes watered as she watched his expression in the broken mirror, tears slipping out as she was brought closer to heaven, whimpering into his hand.
As their eyes locked he couldn't help but slide his spit covered fingers down to her neck, grip her tightly and fuck into her for all she was worth. Filling her to the brim as she wined and begged and pulsated around him. He was in heaven, and she was powerless to do anything but take it. Bella parted her lips and watched as he came undone. Red face and breathless he didn't stop until she had too. Dripping on the floor between them, she flushed before slowly lifting herself off his cock and turning to face him. Lipstick smudged and eyes watered, but grinning up at him.
He chuckled and zipped his jeans back up, not checking if she was getting decent.
"We've gotta stop meeting like this, sweetheart."
Bella shrugged, glanced in the mirror to wipe off the smudged lipstick and sauntered to the door which was left unlocked.
"Then take me on an actual date, yeah? I'm not saying I wanna meet your parents, but coffee would be good?"
His mouth gaped open but he agreed and felt like a fucking idiot.