Hey folks. Bear with me for a sec.
First, if you read my fics, you already know Quil is one of the wolves I have a big soft spot for - and I've always wanted to write something Bella/Quil...
Second, IGNORE CANON LINEAGE while reading this. IYKYK - If you don't, be glad. LOL. There are no blood ties between Bella and any of the wolves in this AU.
Third, this was supposed to be a one-shot (and it is - for now) based on a 'sinspirational' video of Cedrik Lorenzen (He's on Instagram and FB. Look him up). My betas don't think I should end this where I did. I have several stories started and have adopted a long-time unfinished fic recently... I had no intention of starting anything new right now. But that's not how my ND brain works, and now I cannot get 'Chef Quil' off my mind.
I'm leaving whether or not this continues up to the readers. It might end up a two-shot, or my brain could run wild like it does with everything else. If you enjoy this story (And let's face it - it's smut lol), hit the follow/favorite/kudos options or tell me your thoughts in the review/comment section. Remember, guest reviews/comments are welcome.
Last but not least - As usual, SM owns all. I'm just a poor sucker writing Fanfic. No copyright infringement is intended.
'Chef's kiss.'
It was the only term Bella could think of as she watched dark, massive hands kneading a bright pink dough to perfection. A drop of strawberry puree clung to the uptick corner of a pair of full, pouty lips. She was tempted to wipe it off. Or lick it off. Anything but watch it sit there, completely unaware of its lucky resting place.
Shit. Had she honestly thought 'lucky ?' Bella nearly groaned as she rolled her eyes at herself before turning back toward him. His warm brown eyes shone brightly under lazy, hooded lids, further hidden by the shaggy dark brown curls over his face.
Was he smirking at her blatant staring or the beautiful ball of pink dough in his hands? She couldn't be sure. The thought fled her mind when he lovingly patted the perfectly rounded lump as though it were a cute, firm butt cheek.
Or breast. Or fupa, she thought, giggling to herself.
"Something funny, Bells?" He asked.
Yeah, right. She wasn't answering that question. He'd want to know what she was thinking, and then he would tease her like Hell.
And then, he wriggled a hole into the center of the dough using his large middle and ring fingers before patting it again. Never in her life would Bella have thought she'd feel a twinge of jealousy toward a literal lump of dough, but there she was.
Gaping at his large yet nimble fingers, wondering how being a damn ball of dough felt while being manipulated by those warm, rough hands, Bella had to ask herself how she got here. She was practically dripping - and not from the drool she swallowed back after letting her mouth hang open for so long.
The answer seemed simple enough; Bella loved food. She loved eating, cooking, and trying new recipes. She especially loved feeding her wolf-boys. Since they were always hungry, she got to cook as often as she liked and never considered that some of the pack might enjoy cooking as much as eating. They were all too ready and willing to let her or Emily prepare their many feasts—damned wolves.
When Quil admitted he baked at home - and was good at it - a few weeks prior, you could have knocked Bella and Emily over with a feather. Quil was one of the most voracious eaters of the group, constantly chewing on something or hunting for snacks, regardless of where he was. He carried so many snack cakes and Twizzlers in his pockets that people started to believe he was hypoglycemic. It was hard to believe he had the patience to wait and actually cook for himself.
Bella was currently waiting in stunned silence, gawking at Quil Fucking Ateara V as he showed her how to make homemade strawberry rhubarb dessert rolls. She would have never seen this coming.
Quil was her best friend's class clown and painfully flirtatious cousin. He was tall, muscular, loud, and laid-back. He stuck his foot in his mouth more often than not. Frankly, Quil was so playful and unassuming that he spent the first half hour of his werewolf life literally chasing a squirrel for fun. Bella would have never guessed there was anything that could make her see him in a sexual light…
That was until he made every ounce of preparation for this dish feel both sensual and explicit.
She almost felt like she was watching porn as he grabbed the rolling pin and began flattening the dough into a long, wide rectangle. His hips tapped the counter, creating a repetitive light 'thump' every time he worked the rolling pin forward. The muscles in his arms, upper back, and abdomen flexed with each movement, glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. He licked his full lips and raised one curious eyebrow as he glanced toward her.
Heat rushed to her face and throat as she blushed. Bella gathered her hair into one hand and held it up on the back of her head, letting the coolness of his air-conditioned kitchen soothe her exposed flesh. Quil's deep, throaty chuckle made her shiver, and she hurried to sit on the barstool beside the peninsula before releasing a slow, deep breath. She was tempted to lay her face on the dark blue Formica countertop to cool her cheeks.
Bella could easily recall the first time she met the cheeky bastard as he proudly announced his full name in Jacob's garage. Even then, she'd found the sound of his voice to be pleasant and his muscular frame was equally pleasing to the eye - but he'd been so cocky, so cheesy in his flirtatious delivery that she couldn't take him seriously. Now that she was already slightly turned on, the effect of his voice felt magnified, curling its way through her limbs to gather at her apex, flooding every inch of her flesh with desire.
'What the hell is happening to me?' she thought. Maybe I've developed some weird allergy to strawberries, and their proximity made me hallucinate. It was unlikely, but she had no other explanation. She'd seen him practically naked countless times. So why now?
Quil suddenly held one hand up to her, a glob of cooled strawberry rhubarb filling resting on his fingertip. He chuckled as she blinked in surprise. "It's pretty, huh? Turned out perfectly."
Bella appraised him for a moment, absorbing the mischievous twinkle in his eyes and the knowing smile on his face. It was all she needed to confirm he was very aware of her unexpected arousal and was most likely messing with her on purpose. And it felt a little bit like a dare.
Impulsively, she grabbed his hand with her own and wrapped her lips around the puree-covered finger at the middle knuckle, then sucked. "Mmm," she hummed, closing her eyes as the sweetness coated her tongue.
Quil's eyes widened in surprise as he chuckled lowly, suddenly reminding her of a besotted Goofy as he ran his other hand through his short, dark curls. "Shit," he sighed.
She tried to hide her amusement at his response. He'd taunted her for the last hour with his not-so-subtle innuendos, demonstrations, and sideways glances. Whether teasing or otherwise, Bella was determined to stand on equal ground with the apron-wearing yet shirtless goliath.
Innocently, she asked, "What's wrong, Quil?" Bella pouted her bottom lip for good measure, feigning concern. "It tastes good. Sweet and warm,... You should give it another little lick."
Quil raised one eyebrow again as an incredulous smirk returned to his handsome face.
Handsome? Ugh. Bella. You're playing with fire…
But he was. Even if she had never acknowledged it, it was nearly impossible to ignore it now. He had awoken something she'd left sleeping for far too long - her damn libido.
Quil dipped his finger back into the filling and raised it to her lips rather than his own. There was a challenge in his dark eyes, as though he dared her to repeat her teasing. After this momentary silent exchange of truth or dare, Bella obliged him by darting her little tongue along the underside of his finger before pulling it into her mouth. This time, she swirled her tongue around the tip and let her teeth scrape it slightly as she pulled away.
His eyes stayed wide as he took a deep breath, tearing his eyes away. Quil rewashed his hands in silence before spreading the filling onto the dough. He then rolled it into a large log and cut the dough into rolls with a piece of cooking twine. Bella slid the pan closer to his reach, and he grinned at her in thanks before lining it with the rolls. Like before, he used his middle and ring fingers to wriggle space between the layers of each, leaving room for more filling. He set the timer on the preheated oven and slid the pan inside.
The next thing she knew, he was retrieving heavy cream and a hand mixer to make whipped topping. By the time he'd finished, the whipped cream was fluffy, forming firm peaks as he removed the mixer. He put the whipped topping into the fridge to rest until the rolls were done.
Bella helped him clean up, washing the dishes he'd dirtied as he dried them and put them away. She spent half their time staring at his large hands, wondering how they might feel kneading her skin instead. He held one hand out to her. She teasingly handed over the dish towel she used to dry her hands. Quil chuckled as he set it aside and reached for her hand again.
"Kneading dough must take forever with such small hands…" Quil dragged the tip of his thumb across her palm.
"Are you volunteering for future services?"
He sounded far away despite being beside her. "Sure. Just call me when you need me." Chuckling, he added, "No pun intended."
Bella was grateful that her palm seemed to have his full attention as she blushed again. He turned to the oven as the timer went off and pulled the perfect rolls out. The loosened layers left them looking like pink rose blossoms. He set the pan on the counter and turned the stove off. Her face was still heated as he turned toward her and chuckled.
"Perfectly pink and moist, " he said quietly, glancing toward her mouth. "Just like I like it."
Bella gulped, thinking of other pink and moist things he might enjoy. She barely recognized the sound of her own voice as she asked. "Is that so?"
He grinned, meeting her heated stare with a playful, almost predatory glare. "Makes me hungry."
She laughed. "You're always hungry."
Quil wagged his eyebrows at her and drizzled leftover filling over the rolls. "It seeps in better while they're still hot, just like regular icing. This is going to taste so good."
For a moment, she wondered if he was actually only talking about food and if she'd somehow exaggerated his jokes and mannerisms the entire time. After all, she'd never flirted back with him before. What was so different now?
Quil wiggled the rolls with his middle and ring fingers, helping the filling drip into the layers. He turned toward her, meeting her gaze and holding it as he lifted his sticky fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. She could have sworn her heart skipped a beat over the unmistakable heat in his stare.
Nope. Did not misread. Holy crow!
Bella released a deep breath, clenching her thighs as she watched him slide the fingers from his mouth. Quil stepped closer, almost hovering over her as he grinned, gauging her reaction.
Without thought of consequences, Bella did something she never thought she would do to Quil Ateara V. She cupped his face between her hands, raised onto her toes to reach him, and finally, finally! - swiped her tongue across the corner of his mouth, then sucked, removing the drop of filling that had taunted her for the better part of an hour.
She giggled nervously as she stepped away, taking in the bewildered look on his face as he stood frozen in place for a solid minute. He suddenly seemed to 'snap out of it' as she began walking away and grabbed her wrist.
"What the hell was that?"
Bella slowly turned around to face him, biting back her grin. The humor fled from her face as she realized he wasn't amused. Frankly, he looked a little… mad.
"I…" Her stomach had dropped to her feet, and she didn't know what to say.
"Bella?" He asked simultaneously, interrupting her hesitant response.
"I'm sorry," she blurted. "I just…"
Quil's brow furrowed, and his lips tightened into a firm line.
"Look, Quil, I was just teasing you back like you've done with me all day. You had filling on your lip and I… I'm sorry if I went too far."
His scowl fell into a pout. "I see."
Quil stepped around her and walked to the fridge to remove the whipped topping, leftover strawberries, and a container of vanilla ice cream. He filled a piping bag, then began filling the remaining gaps in the layers with it.
She watched his quick, jerky movements with the piping bag in guilty silence, wondering how to fix whatever it was she'd just done. "Quil?"
"Hmm?" Quil began swirling more topping over the top of each roll, like cupcakes.
"W-what did I do wrong? You're clearly upset with me…"
"You lied." He set down the piping bag and reached for a pairing knife to cut the strawberries in half. "I didn't expect you to lie to me about whatever it is you were trying to do. I just thought we were closer than that by now. That's all."
Bella was the one who froze this time, both hurt by his tone and stunned to realize he'd completely seen through her poor excuse for literally licking his mouth. He looked up at her as he placed fresh strawberries on the first roll, shaking his head.
"I can smell you, you know? Do you think I haven't been thinking about the same shit you have all day?" He turned his attention back to the strawberries and chuckled. "I'm not mad at you… just kinda disappointed, I guess."
"Quil…" Bella tentatively moved closer. "You flirt like this all the time. How was I to know you were being earnest? I know that today has been… different ."
He chuckled, continuing his task. "Different. Yeah, it's been different. You've been responding, Bella. That's the difference."
"You're right," she admitted. "But I… don't know. You have this flirtatious, raunchy nature all the time, I guess I just wanted to give a little of that back. I don't usually do that shit. That's not in my nature."
Quil reached for the cabinet above him and pulled out two large bowls. "I flirt with you all the time, Bella. Not everyone. You. Even though it pisses Jake off and has gotten my ass kicked about a dozen times. I don't care, though." He laughed, shrugging as he set the bowls on the counter. "It's worth it to see you blush and fidget like you do."
As if on command, heat flooded her cheeks as she bit back a grin. Quil glanced up at her and sniggered. He placed two cinnamon rolls in each bowl before adding a large scoop of vanilla ice cream between them.
He walked around her to put the ice cream back in the freezer before grabbing two spoons from the dish drainer. He handed one to Bella, along with her bowl. She went to sit on the barstool, and Quil grabbed her sides. She squealed as he put her on the countertop instead and took the barstool for himself.
"Well. I guess I'll just sit here, then." She laughed.
Quil tilted his head down to smell the dessert before trying it and grinned up at her from under heavy lids. A spoonful of vanilla ice cream was frozen halfway to her mouth as he dipped his tongue into the whipped topping on one roll before sliding his tongue over the ice cream. The bowl in her hand wobbled, and she almost dropped her spoon as Quil closed his eyes and hummed his appreciation.
For a moment, Bella wondered if the heat between her thighs was enough to melt her along with the damned ice cream. There was a drop of whipped cream in the center of his bottom lip, and she licked her own lips as he swiped it away with his tongue.
She blinked away her lust-filled stupor and placed the spoon in her bowl. "You gotta stop doing shit like that if you don't want me to lick you again."
Mocking her, he said, "Is that so?"
She glanced back at Quil's face and froze again, realizing she'd said that out loud. "Crap."
He cackled, slapping one massive hand on the countertop beside her thigh. She jumped, then relaxed as she laughed at herself.
He teased, "Are you looking for excuses to lick me today, or do you just have a food fetish?"
She guffawed. "I do not have a food fetish!"
"Uh-huh. Is that the real reason you like cooking for us so much? We eat a lot, and you get to watch it all." His brown eyes sparkled as he teased her, crossing his arms over his chest as both ignored their desserts.
Sarcastically, she said, "Oh, yes. I just love watching you all eat enough for five people each. That turns meon, Quil."
He reached for his spoon and licked a glob of whipped cream from it before putting it back. "What does turn you on, Bella? I mean, what do you want?"
She sighed. "I don't know what I want, Quil. I spent so long convinced I'd never want anyone more than…"
His snarl made her giggle and instantly brought the grin back to his face.
"Anyway," she continued, "I don't know what I want. I don't want to be alone forever. Before you even ask, no, I don't want to date Jake, either. I suppose fate will find my ass when it's supposed to."
Bella finally took a bite of her quickly melting dessert and moaned. "Oh my god, that's so good. "
Quil raised one eyebrow at that and smirked. His eyes widened eagerly as she took a second bite and moaned again, closing her eyes to savor the taste. It was a heavenly mix of vanilla and strawberry, and it tasted similar to how her shampoo smelled. The boys were always sniffing Bella's neck and hair, complimenting the smell of her strawberry shampoo.
Her eyes flew open in recognition as she looked toward him suspiciously. She couldn't help but wonder if the choice of dessert meant something she hadn't clued in on until now. Quil lifted his bowl back to his mouth and was drinking the melted ice cream from it, watching her intently all the while. He slowly lowered the bowl and cut into one of the ice cream-soaked rolls.
Watching him lick another stray drop of topping from his bottom lip, she asked, "What do you want, Quil?"
Without skipping a beat, he said, "I wanna squirt the rest of that whipped topping on your neck and lick it off."
As Bella's mouth dropped, he teased, "Oops. Sorry. Did I say that out loud?"
Bella shook her head, laughing as all the blood in her body seemed to rush to her face and chest. Her laughter stopped abruptly as he suddenly stood and moved in front of her, crowding her at the counter as he stepped between her legs.
Barely a whisper, she said, "Quil?"
His warm brown eyes drifted downward as he tugged at her hips, pulling her closer. She hurriedly set her bowl beside her to keep from spilling it between them, and it clattered to the counter. His eyes slowly climbed back to her face as he trailed his thumb across the left side of her jaw. His nostrils flared slightly as he took a deep breath, no doubt smelling the lingering arousal between her spread legs, or the rush of her blood as her heart began to race.
She off-handedly hoped her deodorant was working. He'd brought the heat to the surface of her skin so many times, it was a wonder she wasn't drenched in sweat.
Quil whispered, leaning into her. "My turn."
He cupped her face with his palm as his long tongue swiped the corner of her mouth and then slid across her bottom lip. Only when he pulled it back into his mouth did she realize there was a small dab of whipped cream at the tip of his tongue. She sat still for a few breathless seconds, parting her lips as she silently debated how to respond. Before she had time to decide, his lips covered hers in a featherlight kiss before he gently sucked at her bottom lip. Quil's other hand slid around her side and up the back of her shirt.
Bella's eyes fluttered shut from the pleasant sensation, and she instinctively pulled him closer, seeking his warm, full lips again. She could taste the lingering strawberries and cream on his tongue as it slid into her mouth, gliding against hers in a pleasant sort of dance. Bella's hands slid up his broad chest, around his neck, and into his short curly hair.
She wasn't sure how long they'd kissed, but both were panting when they finally pulled apart. Quil's eyes remained closed as he pressed his forehead to hers, not wanting to end the moment. Bella recognized the reluctance in his expression because she could feel it, too. She was seeing an entirely new side of him today - one filled with passion and an unexpected sensuality that somehow thrilled her long-neglected body to its toes.
"Quil?"
"Hmm?" His eyes remained closed as his hands began stroking her back, one above the shirt and one below. She wanted them both below.
She was afraid to speak above a whisper, afraid to sound ridiculous or set something into motion she couldn't take back. "I don't know why things are different today."
"But they are," he answered, lifting his head somewhat to kiss the tip of her nose. "And I know it's probably going to get my ass beat…" his lips moved across hers to her chin and crept along her jaw.
"But?" She asked tentatively, instinctively tilting her head to give him access to her throat. His lips were so soft, so warm against her flesh that she could barely think of anything else.
His warm breath across her neck made her shiver as he said, "I want you, Bella. So fuckin' badly."
Quil finally ran his other hand under the back of her shirt before sliding both hands to her sides. His large thumbs strayed under the cups of her bra, but just barely. He gently kneaded her flesh as his hands stroked along her skin, melting her under them like butter before he slid them back toward her breasts. Bella gasped as she tried to arch into his hands, clenching her thighs against his hips. Her hands tightened around his curls, and he half-growled, half-moaned against her neck. Quil's hands dropped to her hips to tug them closer, pressing his hardened groin against her sex. He rocked his hips, and she gasped as his length slid against the seam of her black denim shorts.
"Do you feel this, Bella?" He whispered in her ear before dragging his teeth over her neck and tugging lightly at her flesh. A fresh flood of arousal soaked her panties, and Quil released a strangled moan.
"I feel it," she answered dazedly, lost in the sensations on her neck, between her legs, and anywhere his roaming hands dared to touch. Quil rolled his hips again, and she shuddered, automatically rocking back against him.
He groaned. "Please, let me taste you, Bella."
Stupified, she thought, Huh? He's practically gnawing my neck. He's already tasting me.
"I want to taste you everywhere… " His lips moved further down into the V-neck of her shirt, hovering just between her breasts. "Can I, Bella?"
Quil raised his head, finally opening his eyes fully to meet hers. "Will you give me this? Just this once, if that's all you want. But, God, I want you so fucking badly."
Bella's chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to regain her bearings despite being perfectly content in the fog he'd created. How was she supposed to say no when his lips and hands felt so damn good? Honestly, she didn't want to say no. She wanted Quil.
Instead of answering in words, she pulled his lips back to hers and locked her legs around his hips at her ankles. Quil grinned against her lips as he slid his hands under her ass to lift her from the counter. She barely registered that they were crossing the house, keeping her eyes closed as he carried her from the kitchen to his bedroom. She was too busy enjoying every slide of his erection against her core and his warm palms supporting her ass while she continued plundering his sweet mouth. Her eyes fluttered open as she felt her weight shift, and her back hit his mattress with him carefully hovering above her.
As he reached for the hem of her shirt, she giggled. "You're certainly not wasting any time."
Pulling the shirt over her head and upraised arms, Quil chuckled. "Two years is a long enough…" His eyes widened in appreciation of her bright red lacy bra, but Bella was still trying to comprehend what he said.
"Two years?" She asked in disbelief.
He grinned as he lowered his face to her bare abdomen and inhaled, gliding the tip of his nose toward her breasts. "That's how long I've wanted to taste you, Bella. Since the first time that I saw you in Jake's garage. You smelled incredible two years ago, but even better now…"
'Of course,' she thought. That made sense. He'd said as much earlier, just in a different way. His flirting was for her, and he'd done so despite the consequences. Worried about the consequences of their actions now, she said, "Jesus, Quil. You're not in love with me, are you?"
He chuckled against her breast while steadily kissing his way back to her throat. He paused to raise his head. "No. Is that a requirement?"
"No," she giggled, relieved.
He teased, "So we're on the same page now?"
"Yes."
She giggled again and he muttered, "Thank the Gods," before popping the front clasp on her bra.
Bella gasped as the cups fell open, baring her chest for him. His lips captured hers in a passionate kiss, leaving her no time to feel self-conscious as a warm hand covered her breast. His palm slid across her flesh, roaming her side and breast, circling her nipple now and then in no particular pattern. Her hand grazed the thick strap of the apron around his neck and captured it.
Panting, she grinned and tugged at it. "You gonna take this off, or…?"
Quil chuckled and reached for her ankles to unlock them from around his waist. They felt like jelly as she lowered them, realizing that she'd been grinding against his abs since he'd laid her on the bed. He was so much taller than her that she couldn't even imagine this with someone as tall as Jake or Sam. They'd crush her like a twig. Then again, she had no guarantee Quil couldn't do the same.
Bella greedily ogled his body as he kneeled to untie the apron and pull it off. She saw him shirtless countless times, of course, but never in this light. Never from under a lust-filled fog or with any potential romantic inclination behind it. How had she never paid attention before now?
The man-not just the wolf or clownish boy she knew, but the man buried beneath it all-was beautiful. From his shaggy curls to his long toes, every inch of him was flawless. His skin tone and complexion, warm eyes, and cocky grin were all familiar yet suddenly new. He was surprisingly agile for someone built like a tank, his movements sinuous and smooth, almost feline. His muscular arms easily rivaled Emmett's. That was a feat in itself and, frankly, intimidating for those who didn't know him.
But Bella did know him. She knew him well, even. She'd spent the last two years witnessing the charm behind his silliness, the intelligence hidden behind his frequent aloofness, and his protectiveness over his friends while simultaneously teasing them. Bella witnessed the underlying respect he held for women in general, despite his raunchy sense of humor. Bella saw the gentleness and generosity hidden under his snark, size, and inhuman strength. Quil was undoubtedly the most patient of the pack (unless he was hungry) and rarely complained. He took each day as it came, accepting what was and moving forward. He was fiercely loyal and would fight to the death for those he loved.
Quil was a good man. And apparently, could bake even better than Emily.
All of these thoughts swarmed her mind in the ten seconds it took for him to toss the apron across the room, lower himself between her legs, and unbutton her fly. When his lips pressed against the edge of her panties, his name left her mouth in a needy whimper.
He met her gaze, smirking. "You're going to be screaming that name when I'm done, Bella."
Had he said that to her yesterday, she'd have rolled her eyes and laughed. But now, she shivered from the whisper of his warm breath so close to her pussy. Quil smiled, inhaling deeply as her shorts slipped down her thighs. She lifted her knees, pulling them together to help him remove them. Bella bit her bottom lip to keep from grinning as he pushed her knees apart, resuming his place between them.
"That's better," he said as he cupped her hips, then pressed another light kiss just above her panty line.
"Uh, Quil?" Bella asked, staring between her breasts toward his face.
Glancing up, he asked, "Yes?" He began trailing kisses between her legs, over the thin red material between them.
She teased, "Aren't those in the way?"
"Not yet." Quil suddenly nipped her pussy lips, lightly tugging the fabric as he pulled away. "I'll unwrap that gift in a bit. I told you I was gonna taste you, Bella."
He changed direction, kissing up her abdomen toward her breasts. Stopping between them, his tongue darted out to lick the flesh there. Quil dropped his left hand to cup her between her legs, pressing his thick fingers under the fabric and between her lips.
"Mmm." The sound was a cross between a moan and a growl, sending another rush of fluid to greet his fingers. "That's dessert, Bella. I'm saving that for last."
Bella had no clue where her bravado came from as she blurted, "Well, then you'd better get up here and get busy. This might take a while."
Quil's head whipped back as he laughed, his eyes shining humorously as he watched the heat flood her cheeks again. He adjusted his stance, leaning on his left hand as he trailed the other from her chin, between her breasts, and just above her navel, where the blush finally ceased.
"I always wondered how far down that went…"
Suddenly, she was lifted and turned as he rolled with her to pull her over him. Quil sat upright as she instinctively straddled his lap, wrapping his arms around her. His lips went to the sensitive flesh below her ear, and he whispered, "Now I can use both hands."
As he spread his fingers wide and slid his warm hands up to fondle her breasts, Bella whimpered. His hot mouth was all over her as she leaned back, bracing herself with her hands on his knees so he could access her breasts. He chuckled as he tugged her nipple with his teeth, and she squealed as he rolled them back over.
"Wasn't working the way I planned. You're too short."
"Hmph," Bella grunted, immediately forgetting any retort as his mouth clamped back onto her breast. He kneaded the other, gently tugging her nipple before changing his position to switch sides. She struggled to hold still beneath him, and Quil reached down to lift her leg.
"Wrap them both around me for now."
Bella's hands dove into his dark curls and tugged, making Quil glance into her eyes. The look he gave her contained so much heat, such raw need, that she gasped. Edward never looked at her like that. Hell, even Jacob hadn't. Most of Jacob's expressions reminded Bella of a besotted puppy, persistently begging for her attention.
But Quil? At that moment, he seemed precisely what he was: A wolf. And he fully intended to eat her.
He said. "You can pull harder than that, beautiful. I can take it."
She tugged again, holding his darkened gaze. "Kiss me."
"I thought I was, " he teased.
She giggled. "I meant my lips, Quil."
"Oh, I will..." He grinned lasciviously and abruptly moved in the opposite direction.
Instead of covering her mouth with his warm, full lips as she'd asked, he unhooked her legs from around him, pushed them to her chest with his hands on the back of her thighs, and shoved his face between her legs. His nose pressed against her clit through the fabric and she tried to lift herself toward him to no avail. She half groaned in frustration, trying to catch her breath between his abrupt handling and her knees pressed to her chest.
Quil's hands slid up the back of her thighs to her hips and fingered the sides of her panties. "How do you feel about these panties, Bella?"
"Like they were too expensive to be permanently separated from their matching counterpart." She snorted, making him chuckle.
"Well, okay then," he teased as he tugged them over her ass to her knees. He left them there, stretched between her parted knees as he reburied his face into her folds and began to work her with his mouth.
Bella's hands slid from his hair and up her torso to cup her breasts, desperately wanting to arch her back as he lapped and nibbled. A few talented swirls of his tongue had her whimpering as the heat and tension in her abdomen expanded, building through her limbs. Quil knew what he was doing, and she'd been foolish not to have expected it after the way he'd kissed her.
"Mmmf… so good." He half-moaned, half-growled around her clit as he sucked it between his lips. She barely understood his garbled words as he kept his face precisely where it was. The vibration turned her whimpers into a deep moan as her hands went back to his hair and clamped on.
"Fuck, Quil. Please…" Bella tugged her panties the rest of the way off her upraised legs and spread them further apart. He sighed in appreciation, his warm breath covering her bare sex as he lowered his mouth to her opening and pushed his tongue inside. There were a few quick thrusts of his tongue before he replaced them with his fingers, returning his mouth to her clit. She was close to cumming when he wrapped his arms around her thighs and rolled, making her shriek in surprise as he maneuvered her so that she was straddling his face. His hands slid up her sides before capturing her wrists and guiding her hands to grip the headboard above them.
"Ride my face, Bells," he groaned against her pussy lips, using his nose to nudge his way back between them as his hands moved to her hips. His long fingers dug into her ass cheeks as he pressed and pulled at her hips, guiding her rolling grind against his face. She looked down between them, catching his eyes open, staring up at her breasts as they bounced and heaved with her heavy breaths.
Bella could feel her abdomen tightening as her thighs began to tremble, and she dropped one hand to grip his messy curls, tugging hard. Again, he growled against her flesh, and the animalistic sound gave her the last push she needed. Quil clamped down on her clit as she came, holding her hips still as he pressed his face so hard against her that she was unsure how he could breathe as he prolonged her orgasm while her juices dripped down his cheeks and chin.
Bella threw herself off him, collapsing at his side on her back with her head by his long legs. Quil chuckled as he sat up, licking his lips and wiping his hands over his face. The only sound in the room was her panting breath as he cupped his erection and readjusted himself. She was still coming down from her high, her clit still throbbing as an aching need pulsed through her limbs and dripped from her glistening cunt.
"Fuck, Bella." He groaned again and moved to kneel beside her. She watched his hand wrap around himself through his shorts and lightly stroke himself.
While his mouth had been fantastic, Bella needed something more. After all the attention he'd just lavished on her, she didn't doubt he needed some attention, too. She reached for his waistband and unbuttoned his shorts. Quil's eyes darkened as he watched her unzip them before diving her hand inside. She wrapped her hand around his shaft, hoping to hide her shock and delight over his girth. She could feel his flesh growing harder, bigger under her touch, and grinned.
Quil was a grower, and like their wolfy growth spurts before phasing, the results were impressive. There was no mistaking the lack of steroid use in his massive form, for sure. She giggled at the thought and Quil cocked one eyebrow in question.
He said, "You know, it's rarely a good sign when a chick grabs your dick and starts giggling…"
Bella tried to bite back another laugh, but failed miserably. Somehow, she'd maintained her rhythm, firmly stroking him from base to tip. "I don't think you have anything to worry about in that department, Quil."
"Oh yeah?" He grinned, his eyes sparkling with humor. "I think we should test it to be sure."
He wagged his eyebrows at her teasingly, but Bella didn't laugh as he expected. Instead, she tugged his shorts down his hips, letting his erection spring free, leaned into him, and promptly wrapped her lips around his cock. She almost laughed again at the baffled look on his face, knowing she'd taken him by surprise. Instead, she focused on setting a rhythm, using her hand to grip and stroke what she couldn't fit in her mouth at this angle. She added a slight twist to her grip with each pull towards the head as Quil braced his hands on his ankles, pressing his hips toward her warm mouth.
Bella scrambled onto her hands and knees for a better angle, taking him deeper without skipping a beat. She alternated between swirling her tongue around the head between each pump of her mouth and grazing him with her teeth. She looked up to find his head thrown back, his mouth hanging open in pleasure. A drop of sweat rolled down his firm abdomen to his groin, only to be met with her lips as she pushed him into her throat.
Quil moaned, loud and deeply, and the sound reverberated from his body to hers, making her shiver. She clenched her thighs together to ease the aching need in her core as she watched him panting above her. Simply watching his reaction to her ministrations had her dripping onto her thighs, aching to replace her mouth with something much warmer… tighter. She could practically feel him as she envisioned it, humming around his cock in need.
Quil growled, "Bella, if you keep doing that shit with your tongue, I'm gonna flip you around and fuck you senseless."
She closed her eyes and moaned around him again, instinctively swirling her tongue around the head as she pulled back, hoping he followed through on the threat.
Suddenly, her mouth was empty, her surprised and oddly disappointed cry filling the air as warm hands lifted and turned her body to face the headboard. Quil kneeled behind her, pressing his cock against her ass as his hands slid from her hips, up her sides, and under to cup her breasts. He pulled her upright onto her knees, pressing his chest flush with her back. Bella gasped and whimpered, squirming against his erection as his mouth clamped onto the back of her neck. The sensation made her toes curl.
Quil kissed up her neck to the back of her ear as he lightly tugged at her puckered nipples. "Bella… do you want me to fuck you?"
"Yes," she said a little louder than intended.
She still couldn't believe it. Bella Swan was about to let Quil screw her brains out - and she wanted it terribly. This was not what she expected when she woke up this morning. Yet, she didn't regret it. She wouldn't regret it. How could she when she'd learned to appreciate a whole new side of him and finally realized how much she admired what she already knew?
He chuckled, lowering one hand to her clit and began circling it with the tip of his middle finger. Panting with anticipation, she reached behind her head to clutch his curls.
He said, "I have to warn you first. If I fuck you, everyone will know. You'll smell like me for a while. It's a wolf thing. It can't be helped."
"I know." And she did. Since befriending the pack, she'd learned more about the wolves and their habits than she ever wanted.
"Jake will be pissed."
"Jake's not my keeper," she hissed, pressing her ass against him harder.
"He'll kick my ass." Quil chuckled as he kneaded her breast and started kissing along her shoulder. He continued lazily circling her clit with his finger, dipping toward her opening every few seconds.
"I'll kick his ass," Bella muttered dumbly. She could barely think straight. She wanted him inside her so badly that it actually hurt. "Quil, please!"
Quil's voice was laced with humor despite his very real warning. "If I fuck you, my wolf will smell us on you. I might not be able to help myself when you're around…"
"I don't care," she whimpered.
"He might not want to let you go, Bells."
Without thought, she blurted, "If you can fuck me like you bake, your wolf can fucking have me."
Bella was suddenly thrust forward, dropping back onto her hands and knees. Quil grabbed her hips and lifted her somewhat, adjusting her to his height, before guiding himself inside her. Her walls spasmed as he rocked into her, filling her a little more each time. She was gasping and trembling once he was fully seated within her, stretching her almost to the point of pain. Bella felt engulfed in heat as his feverish body rested against her, within her. And, at that moment, she felt oddly complete; whole, in a way she hadn't felt in a very long time.
But for god's sake, he needs to move! Bella rocked forward and back hard, hoping he got the hint. He did.
She writhed underneath him as he set a hard, steady rhythm. He rode her through one orgasm only to change pace and slowly build her back up again. Bella yelled and moaned until she was hoarse, with some kind of noise escaping her lips with every pump of his hips. Quil's hands slid along her torso, kneading, clutching, and groping, constantly moving as he drove into her. His heat was encompassing, making her feel like his hands were everywhere at once. For a few seconds, she lost all sense of where she was as all she could do was hold on and feel. Her arms began to shake as she fought to keep herself in place, and Quil pulled her upright against his chest. The change in position had them both moaning as she twisted her head back to kiss him.
She was damn-near light-headed as he broke their kiss to tilt her head and clamped down on her neck again. It would likely leave a mark she would need to conceal for days, but she couldn't care less. Her thighs trembled, and her whimpers became more of a gasping squeak as she breathlessly begged him not to stop.
A pinch to her clit made her scream Quil's name as she came, loud enough for half the reservation to hear it. His response wasn't much quieter as she clamped down hard enough to stutter his thrusts, and his release came a few seconds behind hers. Bella's walls throbbed from the aftershock as his thick, wet heat filled her, somehow soothing the now different yet pleasant ache.
Quil slowly pulled out of her as he lowered her back to the bed. Bella turned onto her back as he began to move off her, and she held her arms open in a silent invitation. He chuckled, frozen, hovering over her with one foot on the floor.
"I'm not an after-sex cuddler." He finally moved away, leaving her stunned as he quickly left the room. He was back in a flash, bearing a warm, wet washcloth. He stumbled a bit as he caught her still-stunned expression and laughed.
"I am an aftercare guy," he said, and to her disbelief, gently and lovingly cleaned her up. He left soft, feathery kisses along her thigh as he went, his
Bella shook her head as she slowly sat up, watching him clean himself off before throwing the washcloth in his hamper. She said, "You cook. Do dishes. Are great in the sack…" Quil snorted, and she continued, " And you do aftercare? Where the fuck have you been all my life?"
He reached for his shorts and stepped into them. "But I don't cuddle after sex."
Bella said, "I like a challenge sometimes."
Quil laughed as he handed Bella her clothes. "You can take a shower if you want. I'm going to go clean up our mess downstairs."
Bella watched him pick up his apron and quietly leave the room. "Fucking wolves."
She could hear his laughter trailing behind him as he headed to the kitchen.
