Entry for Public Lovin Fanfiction Contest hosted by:

GossipLips , JandMsMommy, and MissJanuary

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By AnnaKatherineC and Byrd009

A HUGE thank you and much love to my collaborator byrd009 and my beta twidictedteach!

All Twilight characters belong to Stephanie Meyers.

A bar neither one wanted to be at. An encounter neither expected. A love they weren't looking for.


I don't care much for bars. Yet, here I am on a Friday night at a nightclub. Not really to pick up anybody, but to appease my relentless friends who are convinced I don't get out enough. The same friends who would love nothing more than to get me laid. Yeah, apparently being a 25-year-old virgin isn't as popular as it once was. I have resigned myself to waiting until marriage. I'd love to say it is because I'm just virtuous, but to be perfectly honest I've just never met "the one." My friends ask how I will know if he is "the one," to which I always respond, "I just will." It doesn't stop them from trying though.

So, here I am at the nightclub Atlantis, dancing mostly alone to the sultry music. I haven't moved far from our table and I am really kind of zoned out to the sound of the somewhat erotic beats, so I don't notice the guy who has noticed me. I guess he can see I want to dance, but I haven't really made it to the dance floor because I'm too shy. He saunters over and says, "Beautiful, I can see you want to dance. Would you mind terribly dancing with me?" Others have asked me mind you, but his invitation doesn't make me feel uncomfortable like the rest have. I blush, and accept his invitation. I tell him I am not the greatest dancer, to which he replies, "I'll be the judge of that."

We make our way to the dance floor and begin to move to the music. He keeps his eyes locked on mine the entire time. For now, the DJ is playing slow , sensual songs. The first song we dance to is "Fade into You" by Mazzy Star. It's such a beautiful song. I am caught off guard when this stunning man gives me a little twirl then pulls me tight against his body. His right hand wraps around my waist, splaying his fingers across my lower back, while he takes my right in his left and holds it to his chest, just above his heart.

I know my breathing is a little stuttered but I can't help it. This position is so intimate for someone I just met. We don't even know each other's names. He stares at me so intently but says nothing. I am speechless, and when staring into his eyes become too much I avert my gaze slightly to his beautifully sculpted chest. It's not hard to see with the shirt he is wearing that he is very toned. As the song progresses, he slowly leans his forehead to mine, closes his eyes and just breathes deeply. In and out. Almost as if he is trying to memorize the smell of a fragrant flower.

I don't know why, but a feeling I can't quite describe falls over me. It starts in my cheeks, and then seems to run down my neck, to my shoulders, my back … like a wave has washed over me. It's … intense. We are swaying slowly, I'm not even sure we are listening to the music anymore.

As the song slowly morphs into "Angel Eyes" by Jeff Healey Band, my beautiful stranger finally breaks the silence, or the spell, whichever you want to call it.

"So, what brings you out tonight?"

Easy question. "My friends think I spend too much time at home. They tend to come up with these really shitty excuses for going out to celebrate and insist on dragging me along," I laugh at the thought. He must find it amusing too. He chuckles, and I swear he is watching my mouth move.

"I take it you aren't the Friday night lights type?"

"Um, that would be a big fat NO. I am usually too wrapped up in work or other things to worry about coming out. Besides, I don't like dressing up too often."

"Well you look gorgeous tonight," he says without a moment's hesitation. I blush, of course. I am not use to compliments and it never fails when I get one, my cheeks immediately heat from a rush of blood.

"Um, thank you. " I try to turn my gaze away from him, but he gently places his thumb and forefinger on my chin and turns me back to him.

"I mean it, you look … breathtaking and most definitely out of place. You don't belong in a place like this, but I am so very glad you came."

Wow! How the hell do I respond to that! I just slightly shake my head at the idea anyone would think that about me. Just ... wow.

"And what is it you do that has you so wrapped up you don't care about going out?"

This, I can answer without hesitation. I love my work! "I am an editor for Greystone Publishers as well as a freelance journalist." He looks kind of in awe?

"Editor huh? Interesting. What does your journalism focus on?"

"I tend to focus on humanitarian efforts and atrocities here in the states and overseas. " Suddenly I realize this cannot be a sexy topic when at a club. Gah, I get too carried away sometimes! Such an idiot. And cue, the blush.

"Why the blush, angel?"

Angel? That's different. "I just realized how utterly boring and depressing I probably sound right now. I am sorry. I'm sure you didn't come out tonight to listen to some stranger talk about her boring job."

"You couldn't be more wrong. I actually find what you do most fascinating; more so than you can imagine. And I assure you, there is NOTHING boring about you. Did I mention how stunning you look?"

I laugh at that. "You may have mentioned something about that."

"Just wanted to be sure. This color red on you makes your skin look like porcelain. And your skin is as soft as a flower petal. Is that natural? 'Cause I swear I've never felt someone so soft."

"Do you feel a lot of people?" Oh good, he laughed at my joke. Some people don't get my sense of humor.

"No, not a lot. I have felt my fair share, enough to know you are exquisite."

"Maybe you should get out more." I laugh a little as I say it.

"I really don't think that will be necessary." Is the room spinning? Is it hotter in here than it was five minutes ago?

"So you are an editor and a journalist, what drew you to humanitarian causes?"

"Well, while I was in college I minored in Social Work. I can't really explain it clearly I don't think. It's just a passion. My heart bleeds for those with no voice. It's just not right, you know? I mean, as long as there are those of us who can speak loudly, we should! We should do anything and everything we can to call attention to their plight," I state full of conviction. He just stares at me for a few moments, not saying anything. The look in his eyes from earlier is back. I'm not sure what it is, but I immediately want to duck my head for some reason.

"You sound very passionate about it. I think it's a very sexy quality to have so much passion for one's work. Of course, I seem to find everything about you sexy, angel."

Is the air getting thin? I feel lightheaded.

"So, what about your spare time?"

"Well, when I have it, I work a great deal with some of my favorite charities. I travel overseas to visit orphanages and sit on a council that helps raise and distribute funds to help improve the conditions in the ones that need it most. The organization I volunteer for also helps train those aging out of the system to return and teach those who are still there or new ones coming in. We spend a great deal of time training workers to interact with babies left at these places. It's truly heartbreaking. Some of these places housed children who had not been held since the day they were born; for years no one interacted with them other than feedings. It's quite tragic." Stupid emotions! I am tearing up. I know it. I can never talk about the orphans without tearing up. He must think I'm an emotional wreck. As I am mentally scolding myself, I feel his thumb gently wipe away a tear that has escaped.

"Your heart is just as beautiful as the rest of you. I didn't think that would be possible," he whispers tenderly as he leans in and kisses away a tear from the other side of my face. It's at this point I realize I haven't asked him a single question about him. My turn.

"What about you? What do you do?"

"I am actually in publishing. Although that sounds kind of dull next to what you just told me."

"I hardly think publishing would be dull. All the people you must meet and manuscripts you get to read.

That has to be intriguing."

"It has its moments I suppose."

"So what company do you work for?"

"Masen Publishing."

"Oh wow! They are huge! I mean they really put some incredible works out there! "

"You're familiar with us?"

"Am I? Are you kidding? I am always looking for the next big best seller to come from Masen! May I say MP has some excellent tastes."

"Thank you. I take that as very high praise from someone like you." I blush at this. My opinion isn't that big of a deal.

"Do you come out often?"

"Not at all! I am only here because it is my brother's birthday. It's hard to say no when it's someone's birthday."

"Well I hope he is having a good birthday!"

"I don't know about him, but I certainly love his birthday right now." He says it like he means it. It's hard not to believe him. I don't know how long we have been dancing at this point. It has just occurred to me there are still people around us. For a while it was almost as if we were the only ones here. Weird. I also notice the songs have picked up tempo. The songs are now more techno, fast-paced, with a slight sexual vibe to them. I hesitate; I haven't danced like this in a while. I contemplate heading back to my table, but my stranger pulls me close as if he could hear my internal debate. He drops my right hand and lowers his right until it is resting on my ass, then presses me tighter to him.

"Don't go. We're just getting started," he whispers in my ear. I nod my head slightly, letting him know I won't go anywhere. He gently slides his knee between my thighs and begins to sway us, leading with his hips. It is more erotic than the slow dancing. It would be so easy to get caught up. When he notices I am starting to loosen up, he backs away just enough to give me room to move freely, but his hand never leaves my body.

I slowly lose myself to the music. My arms go above my head, and then I slowly bring them down my body, starting at my neck then slowly bringing them down over the curve of my breasts. As my hands reach my stomach, I trail one back up into my hair and let the other one move lower only for it to be snatched back by the beautiful stranger who had asked me to dance. Grabbing my wrist, he pulls me closer and places my ensnared hand onto the back of his very lickable neck. God he smells good.

After a few moments, he slips his hand to the small of my back and crushes me closer to him again so there is barely room for air between us.

I can feel his breath on my ear as he leans in and whispers, "You are so dam sexy, there are no words. I would love nothing more than to fuck you senseless right here, and I don't care who sees."

At that, he grinds his erection into my core, slightly lifting me so I can really feel every glorious inch of him.

He kisses that special spot behind my ear, the one that gets every girl wound up. I gasp and, of course, now need Sham Wow panties.

Then he whispers, "I'm going to kiss you."

Slightly flustered, I stammer, "I … I'm not that great of a kisser."

"Let me be the judge of that."

Before I can respond, he grips me painfully tight and crushes his lips to mine. At first, I am nervous and don't respond, then he murmurs, "Just let go," against my lips ... so I do, and our mouths are basically fucking. It's more than a kiss, so much more. It's the single most erotic moment of my life thus far.

A guy makes a comment as he passes and grabs my ass. My guy breaks the kiss, whirling me behind him and snarls at the passerby, saying, "Keep your fucking hands to yourself. 'Cause the next time you touch my fucking girl, I'll fucking break you!"

The drunken groper puts his hands up in surrender and stumbles away. I am standing behind him beyond turned on.

I whisper, almost embarrassed, "Your girl?"

He grabs me a little forcefully, pulling me back to him and growls out "Yes, MY fucking girl. I've watched you all night. As beautiful as you are, didn't you find it the least bit odd that suddenly no one asked you to dance or even approached you to offer you another drink after the first few?"

I am slightly confused, but he continues, "I saw them looking, wanting, and I made sure to stay just close enough to tell those fuckers to back off before they came too close."

"Why?" I ask breathlessly. Because that is what he is doing, he is taking my breath away.

He says, in a menacingly deep tone, "Because you are fucking gorgeous. And while I may not be worthy of someone like you, I damn sure wasn't gonna let one of those sleazy motherfuckers near you."

Hearing him speak this way, so passionate and so sincere, sets my soul on fire. It's in his eyes, the way his voice never waivers. He means every word he is saying. I just can't wrap my head around how a man so utterly beautiful could find me as equally desirable. It's incredible.

"But you don't even know me really."

He replies, "Let me be the judge of that."

He pulls me into a secluded corner of the club and begins to whisper in my ear again, sending shivers down my spine.

"I know you are only here because you didn't want to disappoint your friends. I can tell you aren't the clubbing type. You sat at your table dancing, but never headed to the dance floor; you prefer to be in the background. You aren't a heavy drinker because you've been sipping on the same drink for half an hour. You are completely unaware of how beautiful you are because you are oblivious to the stares you are getting. My guess is you probably assume they are thinking something less than flattering of you. I can tell you are single, but you want someone in your life, and not just a meaningless fuck because I see the way you look at the couples dancing close like lovers, not like horny teenagers ... I know you took my breath away, and that never happens to me. I also know that I am going to take you home tonight. Not because I deserve you, but because I am too selfish to let you leave alone, or God forbid with anyone else."

My face is burning, as is everything else, at his words. He really noticed me. There is no denying it; right down to the going home with him. In a brazen act I am not even sure where it comes from, I kiss him with hunger; animalistic hunger. I moan as he continues to deepen the kiss more than I thought possible.

I curve my hands under his arms, bringing them behind his back and grip his shoulders, digging my nails in slightly. His response was a loud groan and a grind of his erection into my center.

"I'm Edward. It would be rude of me not to introduce myself before I fuck you so hard you won't be able to leave my bed for days. You NEED to know my name so you'll know what to scream out as you cum … Repeatedly."

Shuddering, I say, "Bella … my name is Bella."

"Well, Bella, are you ready to go home with me?"

I know I must be crazy. He could just be throwing me lines. He could be bat shit crazy. But something tells me deep down he won't force me to do anything I don't want to, so I agree.

We gather my things, him holding my hand the whole time. I can't help but blush when I notice the deadly glares he gives a few men who make whistling noises as we pass, but that only serves to further excite me.

As we get outside the club and head towards the parking lot, we only make it as far as the street light before he pulls me back to him and begins kissing me like he wants to eat me. I can't help but return the passion. He slowly starts to bite and lick down my neck, and I hear him whisper, "Fucking fantastic."

Feeling a moment of panic that something may be wrong, I ask him why he said that.

"You. I said it because it's what you are, and it's how you kiss, how your skin tastes; I am certain it will be how you fuck."

As he devours me with another kiss, I can't help but moan again and grab his hair rather roughly. At this, he seems to lose himself, taking me with him.

His hands are everywhere as his eyes dart around searching for something. It isn't until he has lifted me from the ground that I realize what he was searching for. An alley.

As we enter the alley, I barely notice the people walking on the sidewalk still within view, or the garbage cans full of liquor bottles, beer bottles and God knows what else. I am too consumed. Too far gone.

Suddenly, I feel myself pressed up against a chain link fence. Our kisses have only grown more frantic. His hand begins to roam up the hem of my dress. This dress ... thank God I wore this dress tonight, if you can really call it that. It's crimson red, a low V-neck cut. Really low! In fact, it's just an inch away from needing to be taped to hold my breasts in. The hem of the dress is also short, just covering my thighs. Add my black gladiator stilettos, and I have to admit I am feeling almost sexy tonight. I never dress like this. I mean NEVER. I just wanted something different for one night. I think this qualifies. And now, this beautiful man in front of me seems to think I'm sexy too. God, I hope he doesn't think I'm a whore. Or worse, a prostitute! Those thoughts are quickly pushed away with the feel of his hand rubbing my inner thigh. Nobody has ever rubbed me there. I would never let anyone get that far. But right now, in this moment, I don't want him to stop. It feels too damn good. As he slowly works his hands up to my sex, he whispers, so close to my ear.

"God, you feel...I don't even have words. So soft...precious..." his voice is so hoarse and just kind of trails off.

Without thinking, I reach forward and grab at the button of his black dress slacks. I'm not sure, but I may have broken the button in my effort to get them open. His hand reaches the outside of my lace panties as he cups my now very heated core.

"Oh fuck … fucking soaked. I … I need to taste you," he said in a strained, almost apologetic manner. As he finishes his sentence, his fingers dip underneath the lace and swipe in between my folds. He quickly withdraws his fingers and brings them to his mouth, slowly sucking the glistening juices off. His eyes flutter quickly, almost closing, like he just took a hit of cocaine. A whimper escapes him as his right hand tightly grips my hip and begins shoving my skirt up again. He's trembling, and as I was still new to this I wasn't sure why, but I have an idea.

Internally I am thinking, "Really, you are gonna let a man you just met, fuck you in an alley?" But as his hands begin to touch my stomach, my doubts and worry disappear.

In a husky voice he says, "Baby, I promise when we get to my place I will kiss and love every square inch of your body, but right now I want to fuck you. I NEED to fuck you. Please, please let me."

I don't know what I'm doing anymore; running on autopilot, I have no clue if he really means the things he says. But if they are just lines to get what he wants, they are damn good ones.

Unable to speak, I nod and inhale a sharp breath. He grabs my panties and I hear the tear of fabric. As soon as my sex is completely free, he quickly kneels and without so much as a thought gives me one rough lick right between my folds, all the way to my clit.

He whimpers, and I barely hear him as he whispers, "So fucking good. Strawberries ..." He rolls his eyes in the back of his head slightly.

Then just as suddenly, he stands, whirls me around so I am facing the fence, and whispers in my ear, "Hold on, baby."

I grab the links of the fence above my head and brace myself, but it could have never prepared me. I had failed to mention I am a virgin, having been in such a lustful haze it didn't seem to matter.

In one fast as lightning and pounding thrust, he takes me from behind. I gasp for air! He lets out a strangled moan and is immediately back at my ear: "OH FUCK! Baby, is this your first time?"

Nervously and with a shaky voice, I respond "Y-Yes. This is my first t-time." As I look back, his face seems pained. I start to grow nervous that I've done something wrong until he breaks the silence again. "Baby, this should have been a beautiful moment for you, not me fucking you like an animal in an alley."

Realizing he feels guilty now, I tell him, without hesitation or regret, "I really believe that as long as it's with you it's perfect, no matter where it happens. No one has ever made me want to give in as badly as you have."

After hearing my words, something in him shifts. He's eyes are almost completely black, his body begins to tremble more, and it's as if he is trying to control his urges. So I encourage him, "Please, I want this, and I don't want you to hold back."

He looks me deep in the eyes, but I see his control crumble. He mutters under his breath, "Oh fuck," and then gives in to his desires. He slams into me, no longer concerned that he may be hurting me. Because the truth is, I want the pain. There is a fine line between pleasure and pain, and that line is being obliterated with each forceful thrust.

I know, from what I've heard, that I would most likely not cum my first time. But dammit, something is building in me, and what the hell else could it be? I try to stifle my moans, but it's useless. As we fuck, I know there are people walking by on the sidewalk at the front of the alley. Cars are passing by down the side street directly on the other side of this fence which encloses the back of the club. There is a side entrance, and the only thing separating us from the door is a large dumpster. I know they can probably hear us, but I just don't fucking care! All I can care about are the words he is muttering between thrusts and grunts behind me.

I can't make them all out, but I hear bits and pieces; "so fucking tight" and "fucking heaven." Then as the coil in me builds to an almost unbearable point, he tells me in a raspy voice, "Just let go. I can feel you, beautiful! You want to let go. Don't be afraid. I'm right here with you."

At his words, something rips through me; it feels earth-shattering. It's like everything clenches and tightens, heightening every nerve in my body. As I cry out, it's his name I am saying over and over and over.

And he must love it, as he is telling me, "Say it again, baby. Say it again!" He is still thrusting, but it is more erratic. The more I say his name, the more his thrusts become irregular until I feel his release. And not just feel it in me, but I feel it in the way he holds me in a death grip, like I may go somewhere. At this point I am not sure who is anchoring who down.

As our breathing slowly returns to normal, he lays his forehead on the middle of my back. In a shaky voice he asks, "Will you please, please come home with me?" It's pleading and heartwarming. How can I say no?

"Yes" I answer, still trying to breathe right.

"Thank you ..." he kisses my back through my dress. "Thank you ..." another kiss on my shoulder, "Thank you ..." he then places a kiss on my neck. "How do you feel? I swear I wanted to be gentle when I realized this was your first time, but my God, I couldn't...I just couldn't. I am so sorry if I hurt you."

He has no clue. "I know this may sound crazy, but the pain felt good. It was incredible. Does that make even a little sense?"

"Actually, love, it does. And hearing you say that … let's just hurry and get home," he says with a growl.

I feel my heart race, admitting to him I enjoyed the pain. Who knew? I always imagined my first time there would have been rose petals and candles, but DAMN! Chain link fences and huge dumpsters outside a nightclub are more erotic than anything I had ever imagined. Of course, I had a feeling that was because of the man I was with, not the thrill of people seeing us, which I am sure some did, but I didn't care.

When he said, "home," there was a different feeling. A feeling so strong it was almost overwhelming. I knew going into this, this was probably just a one night stand for him. And while I had never considered doing something like this before, he made me feel so sure. But knowing he still wanted me to go home with him made my heart beat so fast, I thought it would explode. Is it possible he wanted more? And he said "home" not "my home." To me, that meant something.


These clubs are all the same. Too many people packed like sardines in a can. Some are here for the fun, if you can call screaming at the top of your lungs to be heard and avoiding the brazen advances of drunken patrons' fun. Others, like me, are here due to that friend, brother or cousin who insists you need to "live a little." I can live a little at home. But, here I am, at my brother's insistence, basically miserable and desperately hoping last call would get here soon. As it is, time seems to be creeping by at slower than a snail's pace.

Once upon a time, I would have enjoyed a night out like this. When I was in my twenties, sure I loved the party scene. Who doesn't when you have money to burn and just really starting to experience freedom? But I am closing in on thirty now. I am the heir to one of New York's largest publishing companies and way more focused on my family legacy than getting piss drunk and having a one night stand with a girl who will undoubtedly be one of those "morning after" mistakes. I should know, I've had my fair share.

My brother's argument was iron clad tonight however. It was his birthday. Everyone knows you can't refuse the birthday boy. It's just rude. And while he claims to want to spend some guy time with myself and his best friend, we've hardly seen him since he spotted a lovely blonde woman minutes after our arrival. He has been chatting her up ever since. And Jasper, our best friend, decides to cave and go home. Figures … he never could hang very long.

So, here I sit at our table partaking in that age old sport of people watching. It is rather entertaining at times truth be told. Drunks and desperate people make for a fascinating show. I've been scanning the club slowly so as not to miss anything. Suddenly, I feel this weird sensation. I'm not really even sure how to describe it. The only way to explain it is as if my entire being tensed; like I was hunting and I could suddenly sense my prey in the near vicinity. I could feel it in my muscles, maybe even my blood. I felt extremely predatory. I searched the club again trying desperately to determine what was different. Maybe a fight was about to break out and my mind sensed a need to be prepared.

And then, like fucking lightning, I saw HER. I saw the reason for my body's state of awareness. She wasn't there thirty minutes ago, but damn if she isn't here now. And my God, no wonder I felt like a predator. She is … divine … exquisite … bewitching. Call it what you want, but I am instantly spellbound. There is no other way to describe it. I can't stop staring, and I can instantly assess she doesn't belong here. She should never be in a place like this. I'm not sure there is a place acceptable for someone as beautiful as her.

I now watch only her. An hour must have passed. She has to have sensed me. At times she blushes for no reason at all, but I believe it is because she knows I am basically eye fucking her. I can't help it. Several times I have thought of going to her, but I have been too fascinated at the feeble attempts of the other men in this place trying to gain her attention. No matter how crude the comment or persistent the asshole, she is the picture of grace. She has politely turned each one down, even declining the free drinks that are accompanying each pathetic come on. I'll be honest, there have been a few times I had to actually grab hold of the table to prevent myself from going over there and beating the dog shit out of a few of them , for the way they spoke to her so crudely, but her elegance never faltered.

God, I just can't get over how beautiful she is. Beauty like this can only come from having a beautiful soul as well.

The attention she draws is finally getting to me, something possessive grows inside me. I have actually started warning some of these drunken shits to keep their distance. And I know I am going to have to make my move quickly if I want to be the one talking to her, dancing with her, touching her. It's time to ball up, and that is exactly what I do. I have to laugh at the song that has just started pumping through the club, "Fade Into You" by Mazzy Star. How fitting for me right now.

I make my way over to her. "Beautiful, I can see you want to dance. Would you mind terribly dancing with me?"

On cue, there's that beautiful blush. She accepts my invitation. That alone sends a rush of adrenaline through my veins. She hasn't said yes to anyone tonight, but she said yes to me! As we make our way to the floor she tells me she isn't that great of a dancer. Let me be the judge of that.

She shakes her head slightly. Shit! I think I said that out loud.

Yes, this song is perfect. Just sultry enough for me to have an excuse to touch her; pull her close to me. As we dance, everything about her is enchanting. It takes me a bit to form a coherent thought, let alone speak to her. She is just so damn beautiful. But now to find out if the inside matches the outside. Finally, I begin to ask her questions. I'm not sure why, but I don't ask her name. Not yet. And I haven't told her mine.

I ask her about her job, and I must say I am pleasantly surprised and impressed. When she asks what I do I mention Masen Publishing and she seems thrilled. I am very pleased to hear the way she speaks of Masen. I don't think I will mention I run the company or that my family founded it. It just doesn't seem relevant right now. But it will be.

I couldn't tell you how many times the songs overhead have changed. It's like time doesn't exist in our little bubble. She is too fascinating, too consuming. When she tells me about her spare time, how she works overseas with children and her charity work, two feelings surge through me. The first is pride. The woman I am dancing with truly is a beautiful angel. The other feeling...need. Pure, unadulterated need. I need this woman. As I come to this realization, the music changes to a little more erotic, techno beat. Perfect! Now I can really see how she moves her body.

She seems nervous at first, so I slip my knee between her thighs, and she slowly starts to loosen up, grinding on my knee. Fuck me if I'm not hard already. She says she isn't a great dancer. She is right; she's a fucking awesome dancer. When she really loses herself in the music, it is a beautiful sight to behold. Her arms go above her head as she sways and grinds her hips. It's already more than I can take. She is right here, in front of me. I can kiss her so easily right now. But I have to test the waters first. Before I can, she does something that just knocks me on my ass. She brings her hands down and slowly begins to run them over her body; down her neck, over her breasts, down to her toned stomach, and then one begins to trail down to her sex while the other goes to her hair.

It's too fucking much! Without even realizing what I am doing, I grab the wrist of the hand heading to her center and pull her to me, almost forcefully. I place that hand around my neck as I reach with my other hand to the small of her back and slip it under her shirt. Oh dear God, her skin feels like pure silk.

I slam her body to mine, and in a risky move, I grind my now painful erection into her core and whisper in her ear, "You are so damn sexy. I would love nothing more than to fuck you senseless right here, and I don't care who sees."

I then kiss the spot just behind her ear and tell her I am going to kiss her. Her gasp just makes me more certain she wants this too. She tries to tell me she isn't that great of a kisser. I reply again, "Let me be the judge of that." If she kisses like she dances … only one way to find out. I crash my lips to hers, just desperate to taste her. She was a little tense at first, probably shocked at how fast I dove right in. I tell her to let go, and soon I swear I may pass the fuck out if I don't come up for air, but I can't be bothered with that right now. This feels too good to stop. She moans into my mouth, and I don't think she even realizes it. I know I am gripping her tighter and tighter, but I can't get close enough to her.

I don't know how long I would have let this kiss go on. But it ended much sooner than I want when some drunken fucktard has the nerve to grab her ass. I actually let out a growl. Where did that shit come from?

"Keep your fucking hands to yourself, 'cause the next time you touch my fucking girl I'll break more than that!"

He has the good sense to walk away. Then I hear the question that makes me realize what I've just said.

"Your girl?" she says just barely audible.

I pull her back tightly to me and growl again, "Yes, my FUCKING girl. I've watched you all night. As beautiful as you are, didn't you find it the least bit odd that NO ONE asked you to dance after a while, or even approached you to offer you another drink?"

She looks stunned but I continue, "I saw them looking, wanting, and I made sure to stay just close enough to tell those fuckers to back off before they came too close."


"Because you are fucking gorgeous. And while I may not be worthy of someone like you, I damn sure wasn't gonna let one of those sleazy mother fuckers near you."

She tells me I don't know anything about her. She is so wrong. I know all I need to know. I pull her into a secluded corner of the club and lean in close to her ear. I notice the shiver that runs through her body. I tell her just the things I learned from watching her tonight, not gawking at her beauty, but really watching her. I can tell she is astounded anyone seems to have paid that much attention to detail. I then tell her the most brazen thing I have ever said to a woman. I tell her I AM going to be taking her home with me. It's the truth. I will not leave here without her, and I will be arrested if I see another man try to take her home. She can't be more shocked than I am. I have never wanted a woman this badly, this intensely. I don't recognize myself right now. And, I am okay with that.

I know I'm right when she grabs hold of me and kisses me with a passion that makes my knees buckle. I drive my erection into her again, both of us moaning at the friction. Shit, we're not gonna make it far.

"I'm Edward. It would be rude of me not to introduce myself before I fuck you so hard you won't be able to leave my bed for days. You NEED to know my name so you will know what to scream out as you cum … repeatedly."

Her name is Bella. Perfect. Beautiful. What else could it be?

I practically drag her outside, allowing her to walk in front of me so I can be sure no one messes with her from behind; except maybe me. When did I get so possessive?

When we get outside and I see her in a brighter light, I can't think straight. She is so fucking beautiful, and she is going home with me. I have the urgent need to kiss her, so I do. Ravenously. She is so damn perfect I actually hurt from it. I tell her so. She doesn't believe me I don't think. I'll show her. We aren't going to make it to the car right now. I look for an alternative ... any alternative.

The alley! I run us toward the alley like a man possessed. I have been, by her. Her taste is on my tongue, and her smell is everywhere. I have lifted her from the ground. She is light as a feather. As soon as we are on the other side of the large dumpster beside the side exit, I press her up against the chain link fence that surrounds the back exit. There are people walking the sidewalk we just came from, club goers exiting through the side entrance just on the other side of the dumpster, and cars passing by on the street by the other side of this fence. I shouldn't do this here, but I don't give a fuck. Let them fucking watch for all I care. I have an angel in my arms, and I am consumed.

As my kisses become more desperate my hand begins the journey down the side of her body, to the soft flesh of her thigh. Shit! She must bathe in lotion! She is so damn soft! She whimpers and moans in my mouth as my hand begins to slide up under her skirt. I graze my thumb along her inner thigh. As I go higher, I reach her center. She is so fucking wet for me. I slip my fingers inside the lace to steal a taste. As I place my fingers in my mouth, her arousal causes me to buck my hips and groan. For just a fleeting moment I think about protection. Fuck! A condom! When she timidly starts to unbutton my slacks, I then think FUCK a condom. I know bareback is stupid, but I just don't care. She is too wrapped up in the moment to notice. Yeah, I'm being a selfish asshole right now. I want to feel EVERYTHING with her. I ask myself "What if she gets pregnant? She'll be bound to me forever. Would that be so bad?"

I slide her panties down her creamy, fucking beautiful legs. When I see the dampness of them, I can't take it anymore. I have to be in her NOW! But first, another taste of paradise. I kneel down after spreading her legs a bit. Spreading her lips with my fingers, I give her a lick, from slit to clit. "So fucking good. Strawberries," I growl into her. I stand quickly, turning her around and telling her to hold on. She quickly does as I say. I push her skirt up enough for me to gain entrance. Holy. Shit. Her ass! I wanna bite it. Hard. Later. With no further preamble I drive into her … hard. Tight! So fucking tight. Like unbelievably tight. But it feels so damn good. Then it hits me...

"Oh FUCK! Baby, is this your first time?" It is. I really am an asshole. I am straining, trying not to move. It's almost painful not moving inside her. I look at her face and see panic, like she has been caught doing something wrong. She may think I don't want this anymore. Not even fucking close to what I am thinking.

"It … this should have been a beautiful moment for you baby, not me fucking you like an animal in some alley by a bar."

Then, like an angel of mercy, she tells me the only thing that breaks through my guilt.

"I really believe that as long as it is with you, it will be perfect no matter where it happens. No one has ever made me want to give in as badly as you have. Please, I want this, and I don't want you to hold back."

My world shifts. Something snaps, and something else clicks in place. I grab the fence in front of her, holding my hands slightly above hers. I should be gentle. I want to be, but I know I won't. I will be slow and oh-so-gentle with her at my apartment. But in this moment, my rational thinking has drained from me.

"Oh fuck," is all I manage to say before I pull out and slam back into her. It's all I can manage. I've had sex. This … this is not sex. This is some otherworldly shit. This is indescribable. This is everything. Whatever shifted is becoming stronger and continues to move me. I know she has to be in pain, but shit, the moans coming from her are like fuel to a fire. I am going hard and fast and I can't stop. I keep mumbling how fucking tight she is, and how I've never felt this before, but I don't think she can even understand me.

I can feel what is happening to her, but I can barely believe it. It's not common for a woman to cum the first time, usually because of the pain, but SHIT! Her walls are quivering, her thighs shaking. I know she is going to come. Just then, she notices the cars passing by on the street across from the fence. She gets nervous. I tell her to look at me and only me. Always only me.

"C-cars...Ed-Edward...oh God...Edward there are cars passing by in front of us," she is struggling to get the words out.

"Look at me, not at the cars," I demanded. "Look at me Bella! Now!"

My breathing is becoming ragged, my strokes never faltering. "Keep your eyes...on me baby...only me Bella," I said between thrusts and clenched teeth. The more we stare into each other's' eyes the more the world falls away. There are no cars, no people, and no alley. Just us.

"That's it baby. There is no one else...just us."

Thank God, I have her body covered from behind and my arms hide her face from anyone who may look this way. I would never let anyone see her like this. This is for me. Only me. Always only me. While she is looking into my eyes, I know. I know what shifted; I know what is still shifting in me. My heart is leaving me. It is leaving me for her. And I won't stop it, and I won't fight it. I don't think I could even if I wanted to. As she is looking at me, I feel her tightening.

"Just let go. I can feel you beautiful! You want to let go. Don't be afraid. I'm here with you."

And she does, she cries out my name. I beg her to say it again. As she does, my orgasm rips through me. It feels like… I don't know what to compare it to. It's everywhere in me. It feels like she is a magnet, and she is pulling everything in me, out. It scares me, and I love it. I don't want this to end, not tonight, not ever. I ask, okay more like beg her, to come home with me. She says yes. I like that word on her lips.

I help her straighten that gorgeous red dress with the V-neck that goes to just below her breasts. She is in a haze and has forgotten about her panties; the ones safely tucked in my pocket. The panties she won't be getting back.

We are walking to my car in the parking lot. Well, more like briskly walking. Okay, truth be told, I am trying not to break out in a run and drag her there. My body is still humming from the orgasm I just had. She looked so innocent, but it never crossed my mind she was a virgin. I can't lie; I like the thought of her being only mine. If I can help it, no one will ever touch her again other than me. I don't think I could have stopped even if she had asked me too. Thank God she didn't. Just the thought of another man touching her causes me to pull her closer to me.

As we approach the car, I can feel my cock start to wake up again. I guess it's just the knowledge that we will be at my apartment soon, and I can properly worship her and her body. Just as we reach my car, Closer by Nine Inch Nails begins thumping from the club. I can hear the lyrics and I'm sure she can too.

I wanna fuck you like and animal

I want to feel you from the inside

I wanna fuck you like an animal

My whole existence is flawed

I look at her, knowing I just did, but seeing her in the dim light of the parking lot, her hair gently blowing in the breeze, her scent swirling around me, the red against her skin, the way she is walking like a woman who was just thoroughly fucked for the first time… it does something to me. My semi-hard cock is now at full attention and wanting. Instead of leading her to the passenger's door, I pull her to the back of my car and push her on the back of it. I drive a Nissan GT-R, (don't ask why I picked a Nissan. It looked cool as shit, drove well, and got good mileage. I may be wealthy but I am conservative), customized (no shitty spoiler on the back), so the back of my car is perfect for what I am about to do. I have never fucked a woman on the back of my car, so I guess this can be my first.

I push her back until she is lying flat. The music from the club almost has me in a trance, as I look at Bella. I push her skirt up until she is bare before me and her ass, that delicious, toned, extremely bitable ass, is directly on the cool metal of my car. Less slippage. I unbutton my slacks and push them and my boxers down just far enough to free my painful erection. I don't speak. I just act. I run my hands under her shoulder blades and let them rest on the tops of her shoulder, and then pull her down forcefully as I slam into her. We both let out some kind of feral moans. I didn't even know I could make that noise. Hearing it from Bella is fucking hot.

I am relentless, hard, fast and completely possessed by her. Her head tips back and I take the opportunity to lean forward and latch onto her neck. Shit, even the skin of her neck tastes good. I am pounding into her and pulling her down all at the same time. Being in complete control like this with her is like fucking Heaven. I barely notice the group of college boys walking to their cars. But the thought of one of them looking, seeing my Bella in the throes of passion like this, using the image for their sick pleasure later causes a caveman reaction in me I've never experience with anyone. I lean my body almost completely over her, like I am defending a fresh kill. I dare a fucker to look over here. Anger rockets through my blood at the thought … but I won't stop fucking her. I raise a hand and place it over her mouth to muffle the moans coming from her, all the while watching those pricks' every move. I admit I may have growled. Once they have pulled out of the parking lot, I turn my concentration back to our wicked good fucking. She is tight, wet and so, so warm. It is beginning to be too much, but when she arches her back and yells out MY name again, clamping down on my cock with her inner walls, and I feel her come, that's it for me. I unload everything in me. It begins to drip out of her. I don't think I have ever cum so hard or so much. And I did it saying her name like a prayer the whole time.

As we catch our breath, I lightly stroke her hair, inhaling her scent like it's a drug. When we have both calmed enough, I gently help her sit up. As I look at her, she has a beautiful blush and a light sheen of sweat covering her angelic face that goes all the way down the V-neck of her dress. I'm sure it covers the rest of her amazing body. I swear she looks like she is glowing. This is all mine too. No one will ever see this either. Only me. Always only me.

I place one hand around her tiny waist and one cradles her face. I lean in and give her a gentle kiss on her beautiful, swollen lips. I move to her ear, kissing the spot that drove her to distraction earlier and whisper something I hope I get to say repeatedly.

"Let's go home mi ángel hermosa."