Fan fiction wouldn't let me log in for whatever reason yesterday. Very weird, but totally not my fault!
Ooh, also, because this annoyed me, someone commented that it's unrealistic for Jazz and Em to befriend a lowly secretary. Ekscuse me, but can you imagine someone like Emmett giving a shit about class or work distinctions? I think not.
Bella totally begins making it up to Edward in this chapter.
I was such an idiot.
A Goober, as Emmett would put it.
I had spent months believing Edward was a fantastic, wonderful man, who treated everyone amazingly. I had seen his relationship with Angela when I first started work, and I had seen that it was platonic. But, like the insecure child that I was, the second someone had presented me with even a smidgen of negative information about him, my self-doubt had latched on to it.
Then, even worse then that, I had spent the following day accusing him of using me, accusing him of being a womanizer. In reality, I was the one who had set out to seduce him, not the other way around. I felt like the biggest hypocrite in the universe. Then to top it all off, I was horrible to him because of my ironic combination of pride and doubt, and he had just taken it, just let me call him all those horrible names, let me treat him like shit.
Sitting at the Cullen's kitchen island, with Esme looking at me expectantly, and Edward looking at me anxiously, I couldn't believe what a fool I'd been.
I looked at Edward, at the way his hands were clenched, his eyes wide and bright, like he was unconsciously expecting me to not believe him, and I did the first thing that came to my mind.
I attacked that sexy, gentlemanly motherfucker.
I used my hands as leverage to push myself up, wrapping my legs around his waist so that my dress rode up inappropriately. The iron rods he called arms came up to automatically wrap around me so we wouldn't topple into his coffee, as my hands wrapped tight around his neck.
I buried my face in and whispered to him, "Oh Edward, I have so much to make up to you." Because it was so incredibly true.
Then, because I couldn't help it, I pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to his neck.
"Bella..." he groaned, clutching me tighter, his face in my hair. "I understand, I would have made far worse presumptions u-under the...um...circum...crap...stances."
As he was speaking I began frantically kissing every inch of his neck, not bothering to hold back on the teeth or tongue action. By the time he was finished, Edward was pulling me tighter against him and had a firm grip on my thighs.
"Eh-hem." This time we groaned in unison, looking over at Esme, who both of us had forgotten was there. She was swinging her legs in front of her and looking at us like we were a mildly interesting television show.
She raised an eyebrow at Edward as he corrected me in my stool so I was sitting sideways in his lap, his arms still securely around my waist.
"Sorry, Mom." He grinned unrepentantly at her, the lightest, happiest grin I'd ever seen gracing his face. It was like he forgot all the angst of the last few days, though I most certainly hadn't. I had a lot of groveling to do, whether he wanted it or not.
"Sure you are." Esme rolled her eyes and then turned her amused face my way. "Honestly, I raised him better then to go at it like a rabbit in public, but you seem to make him forget his good upbringing."
Edward, who had taken that moment to attempt his first sip of coffee, choked loudly. He was also blushing like crazy; no doubt because he realized the only place we had done anything had been in public places. Edward blushing should have been cute, but all I could remember was his flushed cheeks in the shower this morning as he stroked himself and stared at me, rendering the cute theory null-and-void.
The man was A-grade, smokin' hot.
"Could you not freak Bella out ten minutes after she's walked through the door, please?" he sounded genuinely affronted, which made me snigger into my hand. This was the Edward that Jasper had once described as "stick-up-the-ass".
"I know," I said cheekily to Esme, wanting to make him blush more, "I keep telling him to get a room, but he insists on going at it in the front seat of his Volvo."
Esme laughed at what she presumed to be a joke, but Edward squeezed me warningly at the hips and chuckled darkly.
"On that note, I think I'll give Bella a tour before your surprise arrives." He gave my hip a light smack to get me to stand.
As soon as I was on my feet, both Esme and I turned our questioning looks on him. That was obviously the first Esme had heard of any surprise that would be arriving in the near future, too.
"Surprise?" Esme asked, "For whom?"
Edward wrapped an arm around my neck, resting his cheek on the top of my head, and reached over the counter to squeeze Esme's had briefly. "My two favorite girls, of course."
Neither of us could help giggling, because the man was damn charming when he put that genius mind of his to it.
Edward let me get in a finger wave at Esme, before he began dragging me out of the room. We passed quickly by the garage and down another white walled corridor. Apparently I wasn't moving fast enough for him, because he abruptly scooped me up bridal style as he ascended a staircase.
"Um, what happened to a tour?" I asked him breathlessly, staring up at his face.
Edward leant down and pressed a kiss to the tip of my nose, his face still shining in exultation.
"I'm getting a room – as requested by you, love." He smirked, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
The room in question turned out to be his childhood bedroom. I had expected, from what he had told me about Esme redecorating or making the house inhabitable or whatever, that it would be just like another guestroom.
Instead, it seemed like a perfectly preserved 17-year-old boy's room. There was a desk scattered in essays, books and CD's, an impressive sound system and a TV facing the bed. None of that would have particularly screamed "17 year old boy", except that his bedspread had the Batman logo dotted over it.
When Edward dropped me gently on his bed I look up at him and told him in a completely deadpan voice, "ooh baby. Your sheets are making me horny."
Edward grinned wider – wider because he had been grinning since my attack in the kitchen – and told me in his smuttiest voice, "I happened to have had quite a few women waking up in that bed and being unable to feel their legs, I'll have you know."
Yeah. I already kinda knew that, thanks to his brother's extraordinarily graphic descriptions of Edward's previous sexual encounters. I also knew that there was a porn collection hidden in the back of one of his hollowed-out stereos speakers.
I wanted to see it.
By the time I was looking up at Edward again, he was frowning worriedly, probably at the glazed expression that must have just been on my face as I thought about him jacking-off like he had in the shower.
"You understand now?" he asked me tensely. "About Angela? I wasn't using you. Never would, never could."
I hung my head, my guilt overtaking me. I couldn't believe he wasn't shouting at me for being a mistrustful bitch towards him. But if Edward still wanted me, I wasn't going to push him away.
"I'm sorry I was such a cow towards you, it's just that..."
When I trailed off, Edward dropped to his knees in front of me and took my hands in his. His face looked so serious that I knew whatever he was going to say next would be damn important. Like, "Luke, I am your father" kind of important.
"I understand." Edward started in a serious tone. He took a deep breath and seemed to reconsider how he was going to say what he wanted. "It's just that...you are soooo totally into me, aren't you my little Angel?"
Euphoric Edward needed to shut up.
"Edward," I rolled my eyes, "will your mom be checking up on us?"
He was already leaning forward from his crouching position, so I was forced back on my elbows.
"Why, because you want me?" he was still joking, still joyful, but his words brought back the memory of me telling him cruelly that I very much didn't want him anymore, and I knew I had to make this right.
And I could think of just the way to begin making it up to him.
I grabbed a fistful of his black t-shirt and used it to pull him down to me. Edward gasped at the quick move, bracing himself with one knee against my hips and the other foot on the floor.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, as his lips hovered over mine.
Edward's eyes shinned down at me forgivingly, dismissively. His hands came up to cup my face.
"It's nothing. It was all worth it if I got you in the bargain."
Then he pressed his lips to mine. It was nothing like any of our previous kisses. Edward took his time, pulling my bottom lip between his and sucking gently. His mouth was open and he began running his tongue back and forth across my lip. His fingers were caressing my face as if I was made of glass. It was like was trying to convey the rightness of this chemistry between us, like he was telling me it was okay to be in love with him.
It was I who became the impatient one, opening my lips to him and letting his tongue into my mouth. I greedily sucked on the wet muscle, relishing the taste that I had quickly become addicted to. Edward's hands moved to my hair in response, fisting it between his fingers and tilting my head so he could push his tongue further in. He was pressing it into mine, moving around the inside of my mouth like he wanted to take up permanent residence in there.
His body, which had been held up by his elbows, suddenly pressed down on me, his chest crushing the air out of me. I pushed up against him, loving the way he covered me, moaning around his tongue.
When we both needed to break away for air, Edward buried his face in my chest, breathing heavily – though he seemed more like he was taking in my scent then catching his breath.
I heard him mutter a "perfect" in a content voice against my skin, but I knew I still needed to do much more for him to quell my own discontent.
And I had a wonderfully wicked idea.
I began running my hand through his bronze hair, scratching his scalp like he loved.
"So," I breathed casually as he practically purred at my scratching, "Emmett and Jazz and I w-"
Edward groggily raised himself up on his elbows to give me an offended look.
"Are you kidding me?" he huffed in a faux indignant voice, peering down at my face. "I just had my long-as-a-fucking-lizard, experienced tongue in your mouth and you were busy thinking about my brothers?!"
"No," I told him sweetly, "I was thinking about the porn collection hidden in your stereo that your brothers happened to tell me about."
Wow. Three blushes from Edward in one day. That had to be a record or something. I nudged him off me and stood up, while he crawled over and sat against his pillows in a huff.
"It's not like I'm a pervert or something..." he muttered, watching me as I headed towards the sound system.
"I mean, I was only a teen the last time I watched them..." I checked the back of the first dusty speaker but found nothing, so I quickly moved on to the next.
"Besides, half of those are Emmett's anyway..." I found the hollowed out hole in the back of the second one, and quickly pulled out a bunch of DVD's.
"You are not allowed to judge me for ten year old porn!"
I turned towards the gorgeous, annoyed looking man sitting on his Batman sheets and smiled lovingly at him.
"Let's watch one. Right now."
One minute we had been making out on my bed, and I had been so fucking happy that I wanted to do an Irish jig or something, and the next second she was standing casually at my stereo, flipping through my porn and telling me she wanted to watch one. I could feel my mouth falling open and my eyes popping out of my head. I probably looked like an idiot, but my mind was too busy processing the perfection that was Bella.
She seemed to have a definite thing for feeling me up in public.
Her revenge when she thought I was a bastard was to come into my office not wearing any underwear.
And now, she was standing there, looking at me with her fucking Angel eyes, asking me to watch porn with her.
God, I whimpered internally, I bet she swallows too.
Bella's eyes flashed in delight, and I realized my internal statement was apparently not that internal after all. Shit.
"Is that what you want, Edward? You want to watch..." she looked down at the cover of the DVD in her hand in amusement, "...Jade here getting screwed while I service your needs?"
You were going to do things the right way. Take things slow. You were going to do things the right way. Take things slow. You were going to-
"I asked you a question, Angel." Bella was fiddling with my TV, interrupting my mental resolve, sliding something into the DVD slot as she shot her commanding question over her shoulder. Using the nickname I'd given her on me.
I knew my mind was in the gutter, but her tone immediately led me to imagine her with a riding crop in one hand and knee-high fuck-me boots. My jeans had already been tight due to our note-worthy, award winning kisses, but now it was painful. Her eyes flicked down to my distinct bulge as she turned back from the TV.
"I...ah," I cleared my throat, mentally rolling my eyes; and I was supposed to be the experienced one. "I don't want you to do anything that you don't feel comfortable with."
That sounded like something you would say to the woman you wanted to be the future mother of your children.
Apparently, Bella didn't think so. She shook her head as she turned from the TV, the remote in one hand. Then achingly slow, she began crawling across the bed towards me. I was sitting upright against the headboard, so she was giving me a fantastic view of those breasts I had held all too briefly before.
"Admiring the view?" she asked me softly, pausing when she was hovering over my legs.
I knew I was blatantly staring, but her cleavage in the v-neck of her sweater dress was mesmerizing. And it was all fucking mine. The last few days were behind us, she wanted me again (obviously not as much as I wanted her, considering I'd been panting after her for months and months), and she had willingly kissed me. It was more then I had ever hoped for when she had told me she hated me last night.
"Yes, I most certainly am." Then, because the cruder I was the more she seemed to enjoy it, I added, "I want suck on every inch of those delicious looking tits." I will do it.
"That can be arranged." She murmured, watching me for a reaction. I didn't disappoint, mouth falling open again, eyes rolling back a little. I had to lick my lips to keep from drooling. She was turning me into a fucking caveman.
"Bella, I don't think I could stop myself if you let me do that now, love." And I doubted very much that she wanted to loose her virginity in my Batman sheets while my mother was downstairs. Though, she wouldn't be the first if that were the case.
Bella gave a nonchalant shrug, and then, in complete disregard to what I had just said, she reached down, crossing her arms so the left hand was holding the bottom right hand side of her dress and vice versa. Then, at a pace that was enough to set me on fire, she lifted the dress up and over her head.
Underneath she was wearing a matching see-through blue thong and bra, with a fucking garter belt. It was like she had sat down with my subconscious and had planned a campaign to give me blue balls or something. There was no way she was just randomly wearing my favorite color with a garter belt, like a fantasy come to life.
"Fuck me..." I grunted under my breath, my eyes greedily fixed on the smooth planes of her stomach and the beautiful curve of her breasts. It was odd that I had had her spread out over me but that I had never seen her top half before. I had been missing out.
Bella straddled my thighs, well below my erection, and reached both arms behind her, giving me an even better view of her breasts.
"Now, here's what were gonna do, Mr. Cullen."
Please don't call me Mr. Cullen while you're straddling me and taking off your bra, I don't want to jizz my pants like a twelve-year-old. Bella didn't hear my silent plea, though apparently she wouldn't heed it if she did, because next second she had finished fumbling behind her back and her bra joined the heap of clothing on the floor.
Her breasts. Her fucking fantastic breasts.
Angels in heaven should be writing sonnets about them.
Those creepy shrines that stalkers keep in their basements should be erected to them.
A flag should be placed on the moon in honor of them.
I started absently rubbing my hips together in an attempt to alleviate the painful constriction of my jeans, while my whole being focused on the glorious peach nipples that tightened under my attentive eyes.
"You're going to watch this DVD." Bella ordered me in a husky voice that made me throb, "and as I plan on being a little...busy...you're going to tell me exactly what's happening - except I want to hear about you doing it to me. Understood?"
I nodded submissively, unable to form words through my staggered breathing. If this was Bella in control, I'm glad I'm hers to order around.
Bella hit play and snaked down my body, so that her thighs were over shins, her face near my zipper. I was already twitching, and she hadn't even touched me yet.
"Eyes on the screen, Edward. And where's my running commentary?" she asked me, and I guilty flicked my eyes up. Anything to keep her from stopping whatever it was she planned on doing.
"R-right," I tried to focus on the images and sounds in front of me, and not the fact that Bella was rubbing her hands along the insides of my thighs. "Jade is-"
Bella squeezed the tops of my thighs, making me jump slightly and cutting me off. I look down at her questioningly, which was a mistake. Her tits were squished against the mattress; her head was between my legs, and her hair was spilling across her bare back.
"Not Jade, silly. Bella, remember?"
"If this is you making things up to me, then I don't even want to imagine what you punishing me would be like." I couldn't help but say, because asking me to imagine I was doing the things that were being done on TV with her was going to make me cum in about twenty seconds.
"I could stop, if you'd prefer..."
I immediately looked back up to the screen and began in a monotone, "I'm positioning you on the bed so you're on all fours facing away from me."
Bella began stroking me through my jeans, as the male star spoke one of his lines. When I didn't speak the line too, she stopped touching me, making my hips buck towards the missed warmth.
"I'm going to plough that tight cunt from behind." I quickly quoted, though I was unable to manage the monotone anymore. Instead my voice sounded rough, like I was practically on the verge of tears. In reward, Bella reached up and started lowering my zipper.
"He's, I mean, I'm, running my hands along the insides of your thighs." I lifted my hips for Bella as she tried to lower my jeans. I wasn't expecting her to yank down my boxers too, so I couldn't help but moan through the actor's next line as the course material rubbed against me as I sprung free.
"Keep going," Bella reminded me, throwing my jeans and boxers onto the growing pile of disregarded garments.
"Y-your pussy is dripping wet for me." I quoted once more, my voice cracking because I was easily imagining it was Bella and I doing these things.
I made the mistake of looking down again, only to find my whole body shuddering as I watched her position my shaft between her breasts. She was holding both her breasts in her hands, squeezing them together so they nestled me. This time I needed no encouragement to look back to the screen. If I watched her do that, I would embarrass myself by ending things prematurely.
"I'm pushing your hips as-s far apart as they can g-go." Bella had begun moving up and down, and the softness and warmth against me was indescribable. That, combined with me having to describe the sexual acts on the screen, was making my cock heavy and moist with leakage. " I'm roughly shoving three fingers into your pussy, thrusting them in and out, t-telling you that I want you to be ready for my big dick."
"Look down." Bella ordered then. I closed my eyes, willing myself not to cum the second I opened them again, and then looked down at her. "Is this the big dick you're talking about, Edward?"
Bella's big eyes were looking up at me, her hair thrown over one shoulder and her lips still wet from mine. My cock was between her breasts, and she was sliding up and down so the tip went from the base of her breasts until it was under her chin. There must have been a lot of pre-cum, because was a distinct wet trail on her skin. I felt a terrifying, dark, primal desire consume me as I watched.
"Please don't stop." I blurted, because it was the most amazing sight I'd ever witnessed, especially when I twitched against her in response to seeing it.
"Then answer me," she demanded, making sure I was watching when she lowered her mouth to press the tip of her tongue into the slit on my head. There was a little, encouraging voice in my head that kept chanting, make this last, make this last. But if she kept doing things like that, it was going to be difficult.
"Angel. Please don't stop. It was mine, my cock I was preparing you for." Fuck, just saying that...
"Good." She approved, moving me up and down again. "Keep watching."
I turned back and began again, "I've plunged my cock into you from behind, and I-I'm pounding in and out as hard as possible. My hand is wrapped around some of your hair, and I'm jerking you back each plunge so I can go in d-deeper."
Bella slowing down her actions made me look at her again.
"Tell me how much I'm enjoying having your cock in me and I'll start sucking on your head," she told me, looking me straight in the eye and licking her plump lips.
I let out a sob of need and began thrusting my hips up, so I could move my cock faster between her tits. She had to stop saying things like that, or I was going to forget the game we were playing and throw her down like a fucking animal to devour her whole.
I couldn't for the life of me tear my eyes away from what Bella was doing to me, so I quickly invented my own monologue, which was so much better, because I was really picturing Bella now.
"You're trying to moan, but I'm fucking you so hard all you can do is let out a little squeak every time I bury in." Bella smiled approvingly at my harshly spoken words. Then she lowered herself so that my shaft was stimulated by her breasts, and fixed her lips over the tip of my cock.
I had imagined Bella's mouth on me so many times, but nothing, nothing, had prepared me for the reality. She felt so amazing; the suction of those lips, the way her tongue was swirling around my tip, occasionally pressing into the slit, combined with her breasts, which she was rubbing in her hands around my shaft now that she couldn't move.
"Don't stop," I groaned, but she gave me a challenging look that reminded me I needed to keep speaking. That was proving harder by the second, as I felt myself moving quickly towards my release. "Y-you're so...shit...so wet that-t my cock is glistening with...don't stop...your juices every time, fuck, every time it comes out of-f your tight hole."
Bella pressed her tongue flat against me again, and suddenly I couldn't hold out anymore. My cock started twitching, my eyes automatically shut, my head fell back, and I was chanting her name as I released in several spurts into her mouth.
And she swallowed it all, sucking me until I couldn't release anymore, and then licking me fucking clean.
I fell back against the pillows, exhausted, reaching down to scoop her up and pull her against me. I couldn't believe it. She was all mine. Mine forever; because I was never letting her go, never letting another man see the amazingly sexual creature she became behind closed doors.
"Yeah, well, you're mine, too." She told me, her lulling hands running up and down chest.
Crap. I really needed to work on not speaking my every thought out loud.
"Yep," Bella agreed, laughing against my neck, "You really do."
I don't know why I write all this weird ass smut.
First the foot job and now the...boob job?