A/N: I still don't own Twilight.
Edward didn't know it, but I was watching him. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his fuckhot smile and fuckhot body and fuckhot hair. I wanted to pounce on him, but that really wasn't anything new. What was new was this awful sexbargo that he had placed upon us. And it was killing me.
It was our fourth "official" date and we were at the Dairy Mart, where we'd had our first date. "Official" only because he'd specifically asked to take me somewhere other than his apartment. I didn't mind the dates where we stayed in to watch a movie or play a video game or just make out. But the ones where we got dressed up and actually left the building were just a little more special to me, because Edward was the first guy that I had actually dated. And I really, really liked it. The dating. And Edward.
Then, out of the blue, sexbargo 2009 had begun. I wasn't sure why, Edward's reasons had been weak and undefined, but I hadn't seen his peen for a week.
My vadge was lonely. Lonely enough that watching Edward lick strawberry ice cream off his spoon made it twitch and yearn.
"You're staring again," Edward said, bringing me out of my trance. I realized that my sneaky glances had turned into full-blown stalker stares and I laughed it off.
"Yeah, well, you look exceptionally fine tonight," I said, raking my eyes over his body. Docs, jeans, and one of his company-issued polo shirts turned me on like nobody's business. The Docs had been a surprise a few days ago when he'd dug them out of the closet. He'd only shrugged and said "Emmett" in response to my raised eyebrow. They somehow turned the nerdfit into a hotfit. I was not complaining in the slightest. Well, except for my girlie parts that hadn't been touched in eight days. I sighed in remorse and turned away from my fuckhot boyfriend. I was only torturing myself by staring.
Edward scooted closer to me on the bench we'd commandeered next to the ice cream shop. It was the first dry evening we'd had in over a week and I'd been ecstatic to do something outside for once. The rest of town had come out too, so seating around the ice cream stand had been limited. My man had correctly calculated the time the couple sitting here previously would need to finish their cones and we had swooped in as soon as they stood up to go. The dad with the Mohawk and matching spawn had given us the evil eye, but I didn't care.
I ignored Edward for the most part while I licked my ice cream cone. Chocolate chip cookie dough was so my freaking favorite flavor. I liked the way my tongue bumped over the cookie dough bits while I licked it from the base of the cone to the top of the scoop. Little chocolate chips found their way into my mouth mixed in with the ice cream. It was fucking fabulous.
When I had licked down far enough, I took the whole scoop into my mouth, sucking on it lightly, licking in pieces of the cookie dough as I went. Ice cream was my weakness, this Edward knew after knowing me for two weeks, so I figured he was buttering me up for something big. While I waited for him to spill his guts, I licked and bit and gnawed at my cone, savoring the creamy richness of the homemade ice cream.
A slight movement made me pause mid-lick and I turned towards Edward to see what had made him so twitchy all of a sudden.
If I'd been a scoop of ice cream, I would have melted on the spot.
Edward's gaze was so scorching that my body was instantly inflamed. His own empty ice cream cup sat to the side and his hands were clenched on the outside seams of his jeans. I felt like he was eyeing me as his next course as his eyes sent intense laser beams to my lips and tongue.
"Edward?" I asked, slightly uncertain for once. I'd been trying to get into his pants for eight freaking days and he'd held strong the entire time. After such a long wait, it was a shock to find him looking like he wanted to climb on top of me, despite the proximity of Mohawk Guy and his impressionable kid. Edward's nostrils flared and his breathing was so shallow I could see the rise and fall of his lungs through his shirt.
Fuck. I wish I'd known a week ago that all I needed to do was lick an ice cream cone.
As I stared at him, the crazy animalistic look left his face, swept away by something much scarier: determination. His hands lifted free of his pants and his mouth curled into a half-smile. The inches that had separated our thighs on the bench became non-existent as he leaned in to whisper in my ear, "You are so beautiful when you use your tongue. I don't know what I was thinking by making us hold back for this past week."
That's all I needed to hear. I jumped up and tossed the rest of my cone into the nearest trash can. I bid a sad, but brief, farewell to my wasted chocolate chip cookie dough and turned to face Edward.
He was standing right behind me.
"What's gotten into you?" I asked, as he took my hand and started to drag me down the street in the direction of our building.
"You have no idea how appealing you look, sitting there innocently licking your ice cream cone. I can't control myself any longer," Edward explained as he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer. His fingers whispered across the swath of skin exposed there and I felt an explosion of warmth expand across my body like a sunburst.
I tried to keep up with him as he hurried us back home, but his legs were much longer and I was dumbly wearing wedge heels. I hadn't known that we were going to marathon it back home afterwards or I would have gone for sneakers instead.
"Can we please slow down? I'm going to get blisters," I complained, then wanted to take it back. Was I actually asking to slow things down for once? Sexbargo must have dried up my brain cells along with my nether regions because I never complained about getting the opportunity to get it on with my fuckhot boyfriend.
God, I loved calling him that. I was pretty sure I'd introduced him to everyone at the factory as my fuckhot boyfriend Edward Cullen. He'd blushed, of course, but I didn't miss the unmistakable glimmer of pleasure and pride afterwards. He liked it when I claimed him. And talked about his hotness.
"I'm so sorry," my fuckhot boyfriend said as he slowed from a sprint to a walk. "Of course we don't want you to get any blisters. Though, you know I'd take care of you if you did. Afterwards." Edward winked and leered at me and I almost jumped him right there next to the Forks Elementary playground. Another twenty minutes and it would be dark enough that people wouldn't see clearly enough what we were doing on the swing…or the teeter-totter…or the slide.
I started to pull him into the playground, but Edward pulled me right back and pushed us onwards towards home. "We can't - not at the playground," he said, his mouth frowning in regret. "Children play here, Bella," he explained further, making me feel like Queen of the Hobags for wanting to do dirty, dirty things with him on the tire bridge.
We walked as quickly as we could the rest of the way home and Edward hurried me the final steps into my apartment with a swat on my ass. I squealed and turned on him, expecting to see my smiling, sweet fuckhot boyfriend.
Mr. Nice had been replaced by Mr. Do-me-right-now. My panties were instantly soaked as I took a step back. Edward locked the door behind him quietly, his eyes never leaving my face. I felt like he was going to pounce on me, and it made me slightly afraid. Not like I needed to call for help, but like he wasn't going to take any mercy with me. I burned for him, but when he stepped forward I took another step away from him.
I no longer felt like an ice cream cone. I felt like a doe being stalked by a ravenous mountain lion. Only, this mountain lion was guaranteed to bring me endless pleasure. He was going to have to catch me first.
When I stepped back again, Edward started advancing on me. My eyes went wide as I realized that he was going to take me wherever he caught me. I turned and ran for the bedroom, hoping that I would make it to my newly repaired bed before that happened.
I was two steps from the door when he grabbed me. Edward pulled me back against is chest and walked us forward into my room. His left arm slid across my waist and his large hand spanned my stomach. The right hand filled with my breast and I sighed in relief. I'd missed his touch more than I could possibly explain.
"I'm hungry for you," Edward said, walking us forward until we hit the end of the bed. "I want to eat you."
I whimpered in response, praying that he meant what he was staying. He'd dialed back the "vulva" and "glans" talk when we were being intimate and I'd been trying to teach him different terms to use. Eating had been one of my favorites because I'd teased him mercilessly during sexbargo about everything I liked to eat. I tried to make them as phallic as possible just to make him as uncomfortable as I was.
Keeping me facing away from him, Edward removed my clothes and tossed them to the side. I stood still as I heard the quiet rustle of his own clothes behind me. My breathing slowed as I imagined him stripping down to his bare skin, his erection jutting out long and proud from his body. I licked my lips thinking about doing some eating of my own.
His hands suddenly grasped my breasts and my head fell back, a loud moan passing from my lips. He tweaked my nipples and massaged them, eliciting another moan. Edward kissed along my neck, from my ear to my shoulder, taking a nip when he reached the meatiest part. I pressed back against his body and felt the tip of his erection brush against my lower back.
"Edward, please," I said, needing something more than what he was giving me. It had been a long week and I was going to come soon whether he participated or not.
"Lie down on the bed," he told me.
I quickly turned and flopped down, trying to toe off my shoes as I went.
"Leave the shoes on," he said as he climbed onto the bed after me. He smirked as he said, "Punishment for making me break our sexbargo."
I pouted as I pulled myself higher on the bed. "I still don't understand what the point of it was. Seemed pretty stupid," I added quietly.
Edward chuckled as he began to rearrange my legs to his liking. "It wouldn't seem stupid if you were suddenly tripping across your girlfriend's newly discovered father at every turn. He made me nervous," Edward admitted in an unusual moment of self-doubt.
Leaning on my elbows, I watched him get comfortable between my legs. I lost my train of thought as his wild crop of bronze hair dipped down and brushed against my thigh. I felt his warm breath on the Promised Land and forgot everything but him.
"I'm not nervous now," Edward said as his mouth descended and disappeared into my folds.
I uttered something incoherent right before his tongue darted out and took a long lick from bottom to top. I leaned my head back against the pillows and allowed myself to just feel.
I felt his warm hands on my thighs as he held me spread open wide for his attentions.
I felt the rough whiskers of his face as he nuzzled into me.
I felt his full lips sucking on my lower lips, pulling the skin into his mouth.
I felt his teeth as he nibbled gently on the more delicate places laid out before him.
And above all else, I felt his tongue. His wide, roughened tongue as he licked at me like I was his own personal ice cream cone. He left no area unexplored, and I gave him extra credit for being so thorough. He shifted higher and paid special attention to my clit as I began to writhe against his face.
"Edward," I moaned, my hands slapping and searching amongst the sheets for something to hold onto as his tongue flicked harder and faster against me. I was close, but there was something that I wanted more than just a quick orgasm from him. I wanted to reciprocate. Badly.
I called his name again, and he mistook it for a plea. Somehow, his tongue turned into a supercharged Energizer battery and he slid two fingers into my vagina, pumping wildly to get me off that much quicker.
"Baby," I said, clenching my teeth and trying to think about the newest scratch I'd discovered on my car that morning instead of his tongue. "I want you in my mouth," I finally got out as I pushed and pulled at the sheets on either side of me.
His head lifted from between my thighs and I arched up to meet his curious gaze. His mouth and chin were coated in my wetness and I nearly died at the sight. When his tongue darted out to lick away some that had started to drip off his lip, I whimpered and forgot why I'd wanted him to stop.
Edward, however, hadn't.
"Fellatio?" he asked, shifting his weight slightly on the bed.
I rolled my eyes at his terminology but nodded my head so he wouldn't see that. I'd get him to call it a blowjob eventually. "Fellatio, yes, though this would be a 69 type situation," I explained, not wanting him to be confused about my expectations for him.
I blinked, felt the mattress dip, and I suddenly had Edward's huge cock in my face. I chuckled in surprise but it turned into a gasp when Edward dove right back in where he'd left off. His cock bobbed in time with the rhythm of his tongue and all thoughts left my head.
I craned my neck and pulled him into my mouth. I felt him gasp against my clit before he sucked and bit with renewed fervor. I sucked his length hard, wanting his taste to complete fill my mouth. His thick head bumped against the top of my throat and I slid him in and out slowly, but just a little. I was too greedy for him to let him pull out all the way.
Wanting him closer, I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him down until my nose was nestled against his balls. He still wasn't resting all his weight on me, but this gave me a better angle to work on him.
I ran my tongue along the smooth head over and over, loving how it felt. Like a polished stone, the texture was smooth and intriguing, and each pass of my tongue revealed something new about his cock. We were completely entwined around each other. His arms wrapped around my thighs, mine wrapped across his back. I felt like we were trying to suck each other in completely.
I gasped when Edward pushed three fingers inside of me and I rewarded him by taking him a little deeper inside my mouth. I was pretty fucking close and my hips started bucking against his face again. My heels, still trapped in the wedges Edward hadn't let me remove, tried to dig a hole the size of Texas into the bedding. My body was electric, my limbs like downed power lines trying to find purchase on a dampened roadway. This time, my piece of crapmobile was the last thing on my mind. I concentrated completely on Edward's cock in mouth, his musky smell, and the way his back flexed as he began pumping into my mouth.
With a long, glorious flick of his tongue, I came screaming against his cock. My thighs tightened against his head as I rode out the waves, feeling my juices pulse out and against his waiting tongue. I'm pretty sure I stopped breathing and my sight went black for a minute.
Edward's cock lay momentarily forgotten against my lips. He must have slipped out at some point. Once I came to my senses, I pulled him down to me and sucked him back in, thanking him for all the pleasures he'd just brought to my body.
He pressed his face against my thigh as he concentrated on his own orgasm. His hips were pulsing wildly now and I licked and sucked like my life depended on it. I loved having Edward's cock in my mouth. In some ways, it seemed more intimate than intercourse and truthfully, it gave me pleasure to see him get off like this.
With one last flick of my tongue against his slit, he came into my mouth with a shout, biting none-too-gently on my thigh and grasping my hip for dear life. He pumped into my mouth until he was soft, then rolled to my side and collapsed.
"Holy fuck," I said a few minutes later, after I'd caught my breath. "Maybe sexbargo wasn't such a bad idea after all." I'd come harder than I could ever remember. It was definitely worth thinking about repeating.
Edward's thoughts on the subject made me laugh. "Absolutely not. I don't plan on forcing us to do that ever again." He quickly yanked my shoes off for me, dropping them noisily to the floor and then climbed up the bed to join me underneath the comforter. He placed a quick kiss on my lips before wrapping his arms around me. "Though, if you could walk around town looking completely sexually frustrated, I would appreciate it. Perhaps it would get back to Charlie and then I'd be able to look him in the eye again."
I placed my hand on his chest, wrapping my fingers into the wiry hairs. "Then people might just think you're an awful lay," I said, trying to be funny but wanting to take it back the instant I saw the hurt look on his face. I swiped my finger across the worry line on his forehead, trying to make it go away. "I'm sorry - I don't think sometimes. What you're asking is practically impossible though. You're the best lover I've ever had, and I couldn't pretend otherwise by walking around like my man hasn't been satisfying me."
Edward turned his head into my shoulder then and muttered, "Now you're just mocking me."
I could see how he might think that. He knew my sexual history and I knew that he was occasionally self-conscious about his own in comparison. "I'm not mocking you," I reassured him as I tangled my fingers into his hair. "It's the truth. No one has ever made me feel the way that you make me feel." I wasn't just talking about my body anymore either. I was hoping he wouldn't force the issue though. I thought that I'd come pretty far in our relationship, but it was difficult enough for me to admit that I liked him. I was terrified to admit that there existed something inside of me that was deeper and more complicated than that.
"Can I ask you something?" Edward looked up at me, his long lashes framing his brilliant eyes and I knew that this was why he had been trying to butter me up with ice cream. I was suddenly nervous. I really hoped we weren't getting read to have a heavy discussion about the future of our relationship. It had been two weeks and I was happy with the way things were going, minus his crappy sexbargo plan. I swallowed nervously and nodded, having lost my voice.
"Would you come to dinner with me next week? My parents want to meet you." Edward's hands had tightened marginally on my back and I could feel the tension that had filled his body. He was afraid of my reaction, and that made me feel crappy. I was going to have to work on that.
I stroked his hair while I considered his question. Truthfully, I was afraid to meet his parents, mostly because I didn't think they'd like me. Edward talked about them constantly, and they seemed like nice, well-educated, goal-oriented people. Basically, everything I wasn't. So, not only was I afraid, I was also intimidated. What could I possibly have to offer in way of dinner conversation at the Cullen house?
"Edward, I don't know," I hedged, wanting to scream "no" and hide under the comforter.
"They already know all about you, Bella. Please say you'll come. Emmett and Rosalie will be there too, so you won't be the sole newcomer. I really want them to meet you."
He was using his puppy dog eyes on me again, damn him. He knew I couldn't resist the power of my fuckhot boyfriend's puppy dog eyes.
I groaned and attempted to pull the comforter over my head, just to shield myself from their hypnotic glare. "Edward," I whined as he held tight to the thick material, refusing to let me hide away.
"Bella," he mimicked right back. This time, his hands slid down to cup my ass and he pulled me flush against his body. His penis was no longer completely soft; I could feel the dampness left behind from my mouth trail along my thigh as we slid against each other.
My eyes rolled back into my head as the power of the puppy dog eyes combined with the power of the peen. Edward knew me well. I was his willing prisoner under such conditions. "I'll go," I whispered as he began to place soft kisses across my breastbone.
"Thank you," Edward replied, in between kisses.
"You're welcome," I replied as I sank further into the welcoming, inviting arms of my fuckhot boyfriend.
A/N: So, here's your bonus chapter – I hope you enjoyed it! Thanks again to everyone for reading and reviewing. This was just a fun little idea that I had so I'm appreciative of everyone who's read it and shared their comments with me. As always, a big thank you to my beta Blackdogs. I'm working on Devil's Pitchfork, so hopefully you'll see something from that within the next few weeks. You can follow me on Twitter (1blue25) or add me to your story/author alerts. Thanks!!!