Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
What the eyes don't see, the heart doesn't feel.
The room was dark with the shades drawn shut except for the light from the bathroom shining in on us on the bed of tangled sheets. We had been here all day, twisted together in our own filth, fucking until the room smelled us and her scent was embedded in my pores.
She moved slowly with a wicked smile on her lovely face, watching me as I watched her. My dick twitched with excitement even though I had abused it excessively inside her tight pussy while she cried and shook with the strength of her orgasm for me.
"Oh, Jesus," I moaned as I felt her heavy tits drag along the skin of my chest, her nipples hardening from the friction of her skin against mine. It was my favorite feeling in the world, her skin against mine, rubbing, teasing as she caressed my skin. My dick hardened to the sound of her sweet giggle. That damn adorable giggle that was innocent and yet always appeared when she was about to do something far from innocent. It was the soundtrack to my dirtiest thoughts and made me harder than anything else I had found in my short thirty years.
I sighed and twisted beneath her knew where she was going and what she was about to do. I closed my eyes and readied myself for the feel of her perfect mouth closing around my cock when like a lightning bolt the sick feeling of guilt washed over me in the form of an image of brown eyes and a soft smile. It left me shaking with a sickness that she always mistook as want instead of regret.
"Oh, baby, do you want me to suck that beautiful cock of yours?" she whispered so sweetly to me. Her dirty words were out of character for the girl who was nose to nose with my hard dick. She was prim and proper. She blushed when someone told a dirty joke. She also loved to be fucked so hard in the back seat that my car would shake with the force of our fucking. She loved to have me go so deep and hard inside of her so that she could feel in inside of her for days afterward and then tell me how she could still feel me. She was a contradiction of everything good and sweet mixed with filthy whore. It was the filthy whore side that I loved and longed for on quiet nights when I was forced to live the dull reality of my life.
"You are so hard for me, aren't you baby," she cooed to me as she began to stroke my cock. I was still sticky from being inside of her, but that only seemed to add to her excitement. She loved touching me when I was covered with her juices.
"You look good enough to eat," she whispered in a naughty tone that made me smile just as I opened my eyes in time to watch her tongue dart out to lick me from base to tip. My body reacted on pure pleasure, hips thrusting upward to find her mouth while my mind muddled over what I was doing. I knew it was wrong, so fucking wrong, but I couldn't stop, not now with her mouth wrapped around my cock in the most appealing way possible.
I was deep in her throat, one of my favorite places to be, fighting the urge to cum, when she moaned loudly. I gritted my teeth against the sensation as she pulled off my cock with wet sounding pop.
"I love tasting myself on you," she whispered as if it was a dirty secret, not something that I knew from how often she sucked my cock after fucking her senseless.
"You wanna taste?" she asked me, batting her big doe eyes at me with a wide grin that reminded me of the cat that had caught the canary in between random licks on my cock as if it were her favorite lollipop. I nodded since I could not find the words to speak and then listened to that damn giggle of hers again as she crawled up my body. Her tits heavy on my skin as my aching ache nestled between our sweat sticky bodies just as her mouth covered mine. Her tongue, tart with the taste of our sex tangled with mine as she shifted above me, rubbing her slippery cunt over my hard cock until I was eased inside of her inch my inch. I breathed in her low gasp as she sunk down upon me, letting me go as deep as I would until her ample ass was sitting upon my thighs.
It was a thing of beauty to see her like that, spread open with my cock buried inside of her, but it never lasted as she began to move. She was fast, fucking me hard as she knew as well as what I had our time was coming to end by the chiming of her phone, alerting us of how little of time we had left until she came with a scream while I held her hips in place, releasing my load inside of her once more.
I watched as she rolled off of me, letting my semi hard cock flop against my belly with the most sickening slap of skin against skin. It was always in these moments that I regretted my time with her. I wondered if she was worth risking everything for these moments of madness that amounted to nothing but fucking for no other reason, except to fuck.
"Don't look at me like that, Edward," she said as I watched her roll off the bed slowly as if the ache from my cock fucking her hard was already setting in. Watching her and knowing that she throbbed inside left me feeling sick and oddly proud of my ability to injure this girl who begged to be hurt by me.
"I can't help it," I whispered as I continued to lay there, letting the minutes tick by, knowing that if I was late there would be questions and if I came home smelling like perfume and pussy there would be problems; horrible problems that would leave me alone without the one girl I loved even if I wasn't so sure if I loved her any more.
"I told you we could stop any time. I'm not putting a gun to your head to fuck me nor have I ever threatened you in order to bring you back to my bed," she said as I watched her grab her robe and slip it on, even though she hadn't shut it. I could still see her naked skin that bore my marks from our fucking.
"If you want to stop then let's stop since I cannot take you like that," she said surprising me with her cold attitude towards it, even though she had warned me of that before. In a way it was her threat to end things since she knew I couldn't. I couldn't walk away from her; I just hated the hurt that would come if we were ever discovered.
Without another word, I rolled out of her bed and slipped into her bathroom to clean up. It was time to go back to who I was before being with her; the man who belonged to another and one who always did the right thing, even though there was nothing right about what I was doing here with my wife's best friend.
I washed my cock roughly with the pink wash cloth she had set out for me just like always. I scrubbed at my over used member with her damn rose smelling soap to remove all traces of the woman I had spent hours inside of without regard to anything except the pleasure that came from fucking her.
I glanced at my phone that sat on the counter by me as I dried off. It was filled with encouraging messages from my wife who thought I was spending a Saturday morning in the office working instead of in her friend's bed.
I love you.
Don't work too hard.
I finished dressing and sent a quick message to say I was on my way home before opening the bathroom door to leave. I walked out into the empty bedroom that still had the musty scent of sex lingering in the air to find it empty. I wasn't surprised by this since at the end of our time together she would retreat into herself. I think she felt the same the guilt that I did even though she denied it. She told me that we deserved happiness and this was her happiness, but in the quiet moment I had to wonder. She was risking a lot too and she liked to remind me of the lifelong friendship she would lose if we were ever discovered, but I didn't care about that. If she lost Bella, then she lost her. I could not care about that. I cared only about the repercussions that I would face and how I never wanted to lose my wife or hurt her, but I knew that would happen if she found out about this, yet I could not bring myself to stop.
I walked out to the front room and slipped on my shoes as I listened to her talk. She was on the phone and I knew with whom.
"Hey, Bella," I heard her soft gravelly voice that always did made my heart race, but now it just made me sick as she spoke to my wife.
"Yeah, work was ok," she said with a laugh as she looked at me before rolling her eyes over the lie I had told my wife, but there was nothing else that made sense as to why both Leah and I would be busy on a Saturday morning together where she could not be with us.
"Oh, you know, Edward. He's always in a funky mood," she said with a half laugh as I stood there watching her, knowing that Bella was questioning my behavior, which I'll admit was far from normal before I left. I could not think of anything else that morning except being inside of Leah while not getting caught. It was hell on earth and she had no idea.
"Yeah, he rode me hard today," she said with a wicked snicker as she looked at me with her chocolate colored eyes bright with mocking laughter, while I fought off the urge to vomit as I gawked at her. I knew Bella would not realize the truth in her statement, but I did and it needed to stop. It also reaffirmed the fact that I needed to walk away from this witch of a woman; unfortunately I had no idea how to do that.
Thanks for reading! I'm not sure if I will expand this one or not. It was just a plot bunny that would not leave me alone so who knows…