I always end up posting the first chapters of my stories early and I guess this is no different. BUT I need to power through at least the rest of Free before returning to this.
He had caught my eye right away.
In the swirl of lights and the pounding music, he had managed to catch my attention from across the room.
"I saw you watching me," he said in my ear, gripping my hips as we danced close.
"Well, it must have worked then," I replied, thankful for my high heels. They put me close enough to reach him.
It was hard to tell in the flashing lights, but I thought his eyes were blue, maybe green. His hair was short, but long enough for me to run my hands through as we continued to dance. He was tall- really tall, not to mention seems to have an amazing body under his flannel shirt and jeans. And he seems to be older than me, but that translates into a sense of confidence and attractiveness that I cannot deny.
"What's your name?" He asked, his mouth right by my ear again.
"Bella," I replied, peeking up at him through my eyelashes. "You?"
I nodded, letting my hands rest on the front of his chest for a moment. I glanced over his shoulder to where my friends were, and had to hold back a laugh when I saw them grinning widely and gesturing enthusiastically.
"Are you here alone?"
He shook his head, looking over my shoulder. "Bachelor party," he explained. "Although the groom already went home. You?"
"No, I'm with friends. It's actually my birthday," I explained.
"Happy birthday," Edward replied, his breath sweet in my ear. "Can I buy you a shot?"
I nodded, letting him pull off of the dancefloor and over to the bar. It was a little quieter over here, not by much, but we could hear each other without shouting.
"What's your poison?" Edward asked, gesturing towards the bar. "I'll have what you're having."
"I, uh, actually don't know." It was my twenty first birthday, after all. And despite the fact that I had always partied in college, my knowledge of drinks was limited mostly to straight shots, cheap beer, and wine coolers. "Surprise me."
"Two 252's," he called to the bartender. "Twenty one?" He asked, watching with a smile as I fumbled in my wallet for my ID.
I nodded a little bashfully, tucking a loose piece of hair behind my ear. "Yeah."
"I don't even remember my twenty first birthday," he said, a little ruefully, as he handed me my shot. "Here's hoping you remember yours."
I threw back the shot at the same time he did, wincing as I did so. It was strong.
"What's in that?" I asked, wiping at my mouth.
"Rum and whiskey," he explained. "No good?"
I nodded, and he turned back to the bar. I didn't hear what he ordered this time, but he turned around with two more glasses.
I accepted mine willingly, sniffing at it. "What is it?" I asked.
"An orgasm," Edward said with a little laugh. "It's got Bailey's in it."
We both took ours, and he was right, it was sweeter. Not candy sweet, but rich. I liked it.
"Thank you," I said, returning my empty shot glass to the bar.
"You're welcome," he replied easily, doing the same. Then his hands found my hips again, and I stepped forward almost unconsciously to close the space between us.
We held eye contact for a long moment, and I couldn't resist any longer. He was gorgeous, and I wanted him.
"Edward, do you want to get out of here?" I asked, watching as his lips curved up into a smile.
His hands left my hips, but one of them found my hand, instead. "Lead the way."
He was a good kisser. In the parking lot, in his car, in the lobby of my building, in the elevator, and now, in my bedroom. The lights were dim but I still got a better look at him than I had in the club. His eyes were green, and his hair was a dark auburn color. And he was gorgeous- even though I had been able to ascertain that in the club.
"Bella," Edward breathed, kissing from my mouth down to my neck. I arched my back, wanting him closer. My hands found the buttons of his shirt, making quick work of it. He shrugged out of it, and I practically salivated at the sight of his bare chest. "Your turn," he said, reaching down and tugging on the hem of my short dress.
I let him pull it off of me, and delighted in the grin that took over his face. He moved away slightly, and I watched unabashedly as he stripped out of his pants. He was wearing a dark pair of boxer briefs, his erection straining against them as he pulled my underwear down and quickly discarded my bra, as well.
"Fuck," I cried, tossing my head back as he slipped a finger into me and curved it upwards without preamble. Edward grinned as he felt my obvious desire, spreading the wetness around for a moment. "I want you inside me," I panted out, reaching for the waistband of his boxer briefs.
He shimmied out of them in no time, then hopped off the bed in search of his pants. I laid back and waited, watching him as he found his pants and pulled a condom out of the back pocket. He knelt in front of me on the bed as he slipped it on, then dropped to his elbows.
Our mouths met and our tongues tangled together, and I giggled as he rolled us over. "Sit on my cock," he ground out, still holding my hips.
I reached down and put him inside of me. Both of us groaned, and I took a minute to get used to the feeling of him, the way he stretched me. It was almost painful, but it hurt so good. He waited until I rolled my hips against him to move, thrusting up into me. I met him thrust for thrust, loving the way his body moved and how it made me feel.
"You look so sexy riding me," Edward said a few minutes later in a gravelly voice, smirking up at me. "Fuck, you like that?"
"Yes," I said desperately, feeling my orgasm building up. The buzz from the alcohol coupled with the sexy, sexy things Edward was doing with my body made me feel like I was on top of the world, ready to fly.
I closed my eyes, but Edward reached up and cupped my face with one hand. "Open them," he demanded. "Look at me."
I did, staring into his eyes and stunned by the amount of passion I saw there.
"Edward, I'm gonna…I'm gonna come," I panted, grabbing his hands and holding off for dear life as we continued to move against each other. "Oh my god."
He held eye contact with me as I fell apart, soaring. He moved slow, letting me ride out my orgasm and regain my breathing before sitting up slightly to gain better leverage. He gripped my hips, moving me and up and down rapidly as he pounded up into me. I held onto his shoulders for dear life, tipping my head back so that he could kiss my neck.
It felt like he was everywhere, surrounding me; consuming me. I don't even know him, but I couldn't deny the chemistry between us. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before.
I focused on him, and held him close against me as he came with a few more thrusts. I sagged against his body when he finished, kissing him softly. He held me close for a minute as he regained his breathing, trading soft kisses back in forth, but eventually nudged me off of him.
"Where do you want me to put this?" He asked, gesturing to the condom.
"Bathroom is right there," I said, gesturing to the closed door.
He nodded, disappearing for a moment and then quickly climbing back into bed when he returned. I kissed him again, but was surprised when he returned the kiss with fervor, rolling me onto my back.
Wrapped up in the sheets and still sweaty, I looked up at him.
"Hi," he murmured, resting his hand on the back of my neck.
"Hi." I kissed his chest before resting my head there, absorbing his warmth. "Do you want to stay?"
"If you don't mind."
I nodded, snuggling closer. His hand fell to my back, rubbing gently. "I hate the end of birthdays. All the excitement, and then…it's just over. And it's twelve more months until the next one."
"Did you have a good birthday?" Edward asked.
"So…you're twenty one. Still in school?"
"No, I graduated from a two year program in May," I explained.
"What do you do now?" He seemed genuinely interested, so I didn't mind his questions.
"My program was in medical coding. I like it fine, but I still want to go to nursing school…I'm saving up money now. And working with local hospitals and doctors offices has been a great experience."
Nodding, I turned my head to look up at him. "What about you?"
"Oh, I'm a psychologist. Industrial-organizational. I work with companies hands on, but I also teach a few classes."
I had known that he was older than me, but now I wondered how much older. "Are you a doctor? A PhD, I mean."
He chuckled. "Kind of. I have a PsyD in IO Psychology. I'm a doctor of Psychology."
"Wow," I replied. "So you're, what? Twenty eight, at least?"
"Thirty three, actually," he answered.
Wow was right. Thirty three…twelve years older than me.
"You don't look thirty three," I said with a laugh.
"I'll take that as a compliment," Edward said with an easy smile.
"It was meant as one," I assured him. "So…thirty three, and not married?"
He paused, and I immediately regretted my comment. That was probably pushing it too far for having just met this guy at a club. But he spoke before I could retract my comment. "Widowed, actually. But it was a long time ago now." Then he smiled at me, an easy smile that told me he wasn't bothered by my question. "So…twenty one, and not married?"
"I'm still sowing my wild oats," I laughed. "I'm young."
"You are," Edward agreed, letting his hand drift down under the sheets and palming my ass. The playful air that had filled the room was suddenly gone as he kissed me again. "Come here…"
"Thanks for breakfast," Edward said, standing in the doorway.
I nodded, suddenly a little shy. "Thanks for last night."
He smiled lazily, and bent to kiss me one more time. "Anytime."
I knew I'd be taking him up on that.
"Bye, Bella," he said, and then he was gone.
Shutting the door behind him, I sighed. Wow.
And as if on cue, my phone started ringing from the other room.
"You have impeccable timing," I said, laughing as I answered.
"It's a best friend thing," Rosalie answered. "Now spill, girl. That guy was absolutely gorgeous. Are you going to see him again?"
"I think so," I said, unsure myself. "He gave me his number."
"How was it?"
I sank down onto my bed, grinning up at the ceiling. "Amazing," I said easily. "The best."
"Tell me about him!" She squealed. "As your old lady, been in the same relationship for four years friend, I demand to know."
"Come on, Rose, you know I don't give dirty details," I said in a scolding tone. And it was true. Even when we had been roommates, I had always been more reserved, especially when it came to guys. Our other roommate, on the other hand, had always been more than happy to gossip about sex with us. Alice, Rosalie, and I had balanced each other out perfectly.
"Oh, I know you're not Alice," Rosalie teased. "She would have already given me the good details. Just tell me about him Bella."
Now that, I would do. "He's older," I said immediately. "But so, so gorgeous."
"I know how gorgeous he is, silly, I saw him at the club. Quite the catch, but you're gorgeous, too. And how much older?"
I bit my lip. "Twelve years."
"That's what I said," I giggled.
"An older man. Experienced. Nice."
Rosalie would never judge me, or any of her friends, so I knew she was being serious.
"So, you said you'd see him again…when?"
"I don't know! I…I don't think he's really interested in a relationship or anything. And you know that I'm not, either. Not right now," I replied.
And I was serious. I had dated someone seriously over the summer, and although Jacob had been a great guy, it had made me realize that right now, I didn't want to be in a relationship. I was young, and I was more interested in my building my own future before building one with another person. I wanted that someday, but just not now.
Even with someone like Edward.
It had been two weeks. I stared at my phone, feeling unsure. I wanted to see Edward again. I knew I did. But I didn't want to seem clingy, or like I wanted a relationship. It would have been much easier if he would text me first.
But he didn't, so I took a breath and picked up my phone.
Going to Mandarin tonight with a big group…maybe you could come by after?
I quickly hit send, biting my lip. Luckily, I didn't have to wait long for him to reply.
How about I meet you there?