Outtake #1
Timeline: Immediately after Chapter 5 ~ Peter's birthday
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
Toxic - Chapter 5
Chapter 5
Bella POV
I can remember one of my email conversations with Peter in which he complained about his bedroom furniture. We were discussing dorm living versus apartment living, and part of that included griping about moving furniture up several flights of stairs now that we had to furnish our apartments. He told me that his mom did not want him to take his bed and dresser from their family home since he would need it when he was in town for school breaks or other visits, so she made him take the furniture out of the guest room. According to him it was “terribly eighties” and tacky.
The morning after the first time we had sex, I begged to differ.
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Peter had rolled over sometime while we were still sleeping, thus relinquishing his hold on me. As I came to in the morning light streaming through the curtains, I molded my body against his back. I felt so many things – satisfied, blissful, and happy, to name a few. We had shared an incredible night that was completely worth the wait, but I still found myself eager for more. I tried to keep my hand still and allow Peter to sleep longer, but I could not be controlled. Somehow, I ended up holding his cock, pumping slowly until he groaned and turned toward me.
“This could only be better if you woke me up with your mouth instead,” he mumbled in a voice that was still half asleep but completely devilish.
“You pig!” I laughed, releasing him. He wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me against him.
He tickled me playfully for a few moments, but when I begged him to stop, he did. His smile as he looked down at me was utterly breathtaking, and I was reminded of what first drew me toward him the night we met. He was radiant.
There was kissing, touching, and teasing, and I knew that we were both grateful we had gone to bed naked. He slid his fingers inside me after a few minutes; I was beginning to realize that he really enjoyed touching me that way. Not that I minded. I was happy to allow him full reign over my body now that I knew how incredible he could make me feel.
He tried to crawl on top of me, but I pushed him away. He pouted, as if asking did I do something wrong?
I shook my head and flung my leg over his hip, lifting my body to straddle him. “Where are those condoms?” I asked, allowing his cock to touch me briefly before I lifted myself higher.
He hissed and pointed toward the box on his table. I pulled one out and tossed it onto his chest, which he quickly picked up and put on. Once he was ready and holding himself up for me, I slowly slid down on him. I smiled victoriously as his head tipped back, his mouth hanging open slightly.
“Oh god, Bella, that’s so good.”
I moved over him as he bent his knees to provide better leverage for us and to assist his thrusts. His hands were on my breasts immediately, and I held his wrists for support. My eyes were locked with his in an intense gaze, but when I looked up, I gasped.
“You okay?” he panted, alarmed by the sudden sound I had just made.
“Oh fuck yes,” I smiled, not looking back at him. I rode him harder and licked my lips as I watched our reflection in the wonderful mirror on his headboard.
He followed the line of my gaze and tilted his head awkwardly to see what I was staring at. “Holy shit…”
“Wait…whoa, you mean you didn’t think about this before?” I asked incredulously.
“Oh gaa…that feels so good…. Bella, I couldn’t look at anything but you last night.” He wrapped his hands around my back and pulled me down to him, kissing me hard. Before I could object, he rolled us over and pulled out. “Flip over, doll face,” he said, grinning widely. I inhaled a shaky breath at the glint in his bright eyes and did as he asked.
When I was on all fours, he positioned himself on his knees and resumed thrusting into me. I groaned loudly at the sharp, delicious angle, and we both watched our incredible sex in the oversized mirror.
I didn’t last long between the sight of his body moving in mine and the needful pounding against me. When my climax struck me, I fell forward on my elbows but kept my head up to watch Peter’s face. After another minute, his back arched and he gripped my hips tightly. I smiled and nearly came again when I saw the look of ecstasy wash over him.
I whimpered when he pulled out, falling flat on the bed. He dropped down onto my back, and his weight on me felt so good. “I take back all the bad things I ever said about this furniture,” he said in a breathless voice. “Un-fucking-believable.”
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The mirrors in Peter’s bedroom became a very fun part of our sexual repertoire. With the headboard of the bed on one wall and the vanity-style dresser and its large mirror on the side wall, we had a lot of fun enjoying those angles. I had never experienced sex in front of a mirror before that morning with Peter, so it hadn’t occurred to me until it was happening. The fact that Peter hadn’t thought about it either was the tiniest bit relieving. If he had brought anyone back to his apartment since moving in with this furniture at the beginning of the semester, I’m certain that he would have realized the benefits.
Peter’s birthday fell two days after finals, and unfortunately, that meant nearly everyone would already have gone home for Christmas break. I was disappointed, but he insisted that we could do a big night out with all our friends when the spring semester began in January and that he would go out on his birthday with some high school friends back home. I thought that was ridiculous considering that it was his twenty-first, and I wanted him to spend it with his closest friends, namely, me and some of the guys from the soccer team. Eventually, I won that battle and Peter agreed to stay at the apartment for a few extra days before heading home for the holidays. Since Jasper and I both grew up in the Seattle area, we didn’t have to go to our parents’ homes until we wanted to leave school. Alice, however, lived in Denver, and her flight home had been booked for months, so she couldn’t stay. Nonetheless, we were confident that it would be a great night between the three of us and a few other friends who would still be around.
With Alice gone and finals over, I spent the days between then and Peter’s birthday at his place. We had been staying at each other’s apartments most nights now anyway, so it wasn’t too much of a change from our regular routine. I had a great time just hanging out with the guys, making meals together, and seeing some other friends when they would stop by.
The day of his birthday, the snow was coming down hard and temperatures dropped quickly. The news channels were calling for heavy winter storms with a lot of accumulation. Always the optimist, I didn’t allow the weather to hinder our plans. We opted for a bar within walking distance of Peter and Jasper’s apartment instead of the one we had planned to go to, and we offered our friends a place to crash if it got too bad.
We had dinner at home, and I was in Peter’s room getting ready when Jasper walked in.
“Bad news, party planner,” he said with a resigned look of disappointment. “Alec’s car won’t start, so he and Felix are out. Marcus is already at his parents’ house, and his mom refuses to let him leave because there’s supposed to be an ice storm tonight. That leaves, you, me, Brady, and Peter.”
I pouted immediately, but there was no use in complaining. Nothing could be done to change the circumstances, and I refused to let that ruin Peter’s birthday. The four of us could still go out, have a great time, and get Peter tanked. “Well, fuck… We’re still going,” I shrugged.
“You’re not bummed?”
“Of course I am,” I started, “but we’ve never had a problem having fun, so it will still be a good time.
Peter stepped out of the bathroom a moment later in dark jeans that hung low on his hips and no shirt. His hair glistened from the shower and the bit of gel he used to style it and he looked absolutely delicious. For once, I was grateful that Jasper was in the room and I couldn’t jump Peter and tackle him on the bed. There would be plenty of time for that later.
“What’s going on?” he asked, walking over to his closet and pulling out a dark blue button down shirt with white pinstripes. “You like this one?” he asked me.
I nodded and Jasper filled Peter in on the weather situation and the guys who couldn’t make it.
“It’s cool,” he shrugged, smiling genuinely at both of us as he finished buttoning his shirt and laced his belt through the loopholes on his jeans. “I get to hang with my two favorite people on my birthday. That’s what counts.”
I practically melted at the way he grinned. I was certain that his words were sincere, and that meant more to me than anything. He truly was happy to be with us, with me, even if our plans were pretty much a bust. Jasper excused himself to finish getting dressed, and I turned back to the mirror on the dresser. After tying his boots and adjusting his jeans over them, he sidled up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist while I cleared my make-up from the dresser and tucked it all back into my bag.
“You look sexy as fuck, Angel,” he murmured into my neck, tickling me with his breath.
Giggling, I turned in his grasp and tossed my arms over his shoulders. We stood that way for a moment smiling at one another, though not speaking.
I loved just staring into his eyes. They were blue and vibrant, a shocking contrast to his dark hair. I had never seen blue eyes like his before. It was so much more than the color, though. The way he looked at me was my constant undoing. It was a major contributing factor to the way we couldn’t seem to keep our hands – or mouths – off one another, and whenever he set his gaze on me, I was trapped.
My hand moved to the side of his face without much thought in the action. I just liked touching him. As my thumb traced over his lips, I asked him something that I had wondered since last year. “Why do you call me that? I’m hardly an angel,” I added, smirking at him playfully.
“You’re my angel,” he said softly, angling his head toward mine, pulling me tighter. “In art and scripture, angels are supposed to be these radiant beings that are so beautiful they can’t be ignored. They’re always doing some important work – delivering a message, guiding people, ensuring that something happens the way it’s suppose to. I don’t know,” he smiled, scrunching his face sweetly, “that’s pretty much how I feel about you. I can’t ignore you, can’t escape your beauty or your radiance….”
“Okay, shut up,” I said, grasping his neck and pulling his mouth to mine. I had no idea where he came up with the sweet things he said to me, but they always left me blindsided. We were both bull-headed at times, but that mostly fueled our sexual chemistry anymore. The sweet stuff, though…it was always unexpected, and I was learning to take advantage of it when it occurred. It wasn’t necessarily rare, but it wasn’t a constant thing either. The times he slipped into what I liked to call “Sweet Pete” were special to me.
He squeezed my ass and bit my lip, ending our tender moment. “How about a birthday quickie before we go?”
Just like that, Sweet Pete is gone and forgotten. Not that I mind this side of him at all…
I groaned and shoved him away ineffectively, as his arms were locked tightly around me. “Listen, I know you’re the birthday prince and all, but I am not going to skip getting you hammered on your twenty-first just to stay in bed for the rest of the night.”
“I never said we had to stay in my bed. There’s a nice free spot on the wall over there, and my floor is looking pretty lonely, too.”
“Oh my gosh,” I huffed, rolling my eyes at him. “You’re incorrigible. Baby, I promise that you can have me anywhere in this room you want. Later. Now come on, the guys are waiting on us.”
His hands drifted to the front of my pants, which he pulled slightly as he peered down at the lacy undergarments I had bought for his birthday. “Mmm…I just want to see my present for a minute before we go.” After he had his fill, he lifted my shirt and admired the rest of my ensemble. He hummed happily in approval, cupping my breasts and teasing my nipples. “I can’t wait to unwrap this.”
I laughed, guiding his hands down and righting my shirt. We shared a brief kiss, and I finally broke it to lead us out of the bedroom.
All in all, we had a great time. The three guys and I played pool and darts together, laughing and conversing all the while. We made Peter drink the most ridiculous shots, but he took each one like a champ. He was subjected to cement mixers, motor oil, and three wise men, and he even accepted a muff diver, slurping it enthusiastically as I held the glass between my legs. I denied the whipped cream kiss after that, and he ended up planting a messy smooch on Jasper’s cheek instead.
Brady, who wasn’t much of a drinker, toughed it out with us as long as he could, but he ended up leaving the bar early, opting to walk home on the icy sidewalks while he still had control of his faculties instead of hanging around and being pressured into drinking more with the rest of us. It was a bummer to see him go, but I felt completely at home with just Peter and Jasper. They were my boys, and I adored them both.
I’m not exactly sure whose idea it was, but after an exciting round of darts, which I happened to win, we decided that ordering twenty shots of tequila at once to share would be a great way to finish off the night. The bartender looked at us skeptically, but we had been tipping her well all evening, so she didn’t try to talk us out of it. With a few beers for chasers, we rearranged some stools in a triangle near the bar and got to work.
At first, we were all doing the shots together, laughing and wincing with each one. Peter and I licked salt off various places of each other’s bodies, which Jasper was a really good sport about. He didn’t mention anything about being the odd man out that night, but I still felt a little guilty for flaunting our “couple antics” in his face.
After a while, the shot taking slowed and we would each take one whenever we felt up for it. Of course, Peter was pressured into doing more than Jasper or me. The bar was scarcely occupied, given the weather, so I didn’t mind making a fool of myself. The alcohol helped with that anyway. I set music on the jukebox and danced and sang to it, playing up my ridiculousness to make the boys smile. I could tell that we had all had a fun night, even without the bigger group and nicer bar that I had planned for the celebration. Peter thanked me at least a dozen times, kissing me frequently and whispering progressively dirtier things the later it became in the night.
Two o’clock approached, and we sat in our little cluster of barstools, slowly reducing the ridiculous number of shots that sat on the bar. As each shot glass was emptied and pushed aside, our pile of lemons diminished as well, and salt was strewn all over the bar and floor around us.
Finally, only one shot of tequila remained.
I pulled my hair into a ponytail and handed the salt to Peter, smiling as I tipped my head to the side. “Last one. It’s all yours, baby.”
Shaking his head and laughing lightly, he took the salt and leaned forward to slowly lick a long, wet line from the base of my neck to my ear. I shivered at the sensation, clutching his knees for balance as he sprinkled salt on me.
When he sat back in his stool, his look of amusement was gone. His eyes squeezed shut tightly, and he held them closed for almost a minute. Jasper and I looked back and forth between each other and Peter, unsure of what to do.
“Peter…are you all right?”
He took a deep breath through his nose, and his face finally relaxed. When his eyes eventually opened, the blue I loved was obscured by the telltale signs of drunkenness; they were watery, red-rimmed, and tired.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he nodded, but then he picked his hand up and made the cutthroat gesture in front of himself. “I’m done, though. One more shot and I’ll be puking.”
“Ahh, come on,” Jasper goaded him, “you can handle it.”
“No way,” Peter said, smiling again. “I know what Bella’s wearing under these clothes, and I plan to see it tonight. You take it for me, J.” As he spoke, he pulled my stool a little closer to his, running his hands up the outside of my thighs and past my hips. When his fingertips brushed under my sweater to meet skin, I arched toward him. The reaction itself was involuntary, but I couldn’t deny that I was just as drunk and horny as Peter seemed to be.
“Awesome,” Jasper teased sarcastically. “I’ll make sure to leave the TV on tonight so I don’t have to hear the show.”
I turned toward him and rolled my eyes. “Come on, do you know how many times I’ve endured, ‘Oh Jazzy, oh, oh oh!’?” I mocked, throwing my hand over my chest and moaning dramatically.
The guys both laughed. Peter squeezed me teasingly, and Jasper suddenly looked ready to fire something back at me. I stared at him and waited.
“You joke about it, but I’m sure that provided a nice little soundtrack to your diddling sessions after you read the word porn Peter sent you everyday for the first half of the semester.”
Peter laughed harder, but I gasped, my mouth hanging open in shock. “First of all, diddle? Where do you come up with this shit? And we never sent…word porn!” I choked the last two words out, half disgusted and half amused by the suggestion.
Jasper looked at me skeptically. “Peter?”
“No comment,” he smiled, raising his hands up defensively.
I slapped his chest, but I was still smiling. “You’re a jerk.”
Jasper laughed once more and shrugged. “Whatever. That was all foreplay, no matter what you two call it.”
I just shook my head at both of them, but inside I was so happy. Even though our plans for Peter’s birthday had been a bust, I knew that we all still had a great time. I could pretend to dislike their teasing and boyish ways, but I loved spending time with these guys.
“Okay, this portion of the conversation is officially over. Whatever happens in our respective bedrooms is no longer open for questions or comments,” I said authoritatively.
“What about the stuff that happens outside of the bedroom?” Peter asked, winking at me.
“Or in the shower?” Jasper added.
“Enough!” I gave both of them a little shove, then tapped the bar near Peter. “Honey, can you grab me a napkin please? If you’re not going to take that shot, I want to wipe this salt off.”
“No wait,” he said, and I saw some unidentifiable mischief playing in his eyes. “Jasper, you’re up,” he said, picking up the final glass of tequila and handing it to our friend. Jasper took it in one hand and licked his other wrist, holding it out for one of us to sprinkle salt over it.
I reached for the salt shaker, but Peter grabbed my arm, stopping me. “What?” I asked skeptically.
“All the salt you need is right here,” he said, pulling me from my barstool and placing me on his lap facing Jasper. “Have at it, buddy.”
“Whoa there…what are you doing?” I asked, suddenly self-conscious and nervous about this suggestion. Peter was pretty hammered at this point, and I didn’t want anything to happen that he would regret in the morning. But before I could say anything else, he stuck a lemon wedge in front of my lips, silently instructing me to hold it with my teeth.
I watched Jasper’s eyes as he looked over my shoulder, having some kind of silent conversation with Peter. After a few moments, he nodded and stood from his stool to get closer.
“Don’t worry, Bella, I won’t bite,” he said in husky whisper. His lips were so close to my ear that his breath tickled me, causing my back to stiffen against Peter’s chest. A few seconds later, I felt his tongue on my skin. For some reason, it felt especially hot and especially wet…and very slow. Peter held my waist the entire time, rubbing little circles on my back with his thumbs. Jasper’s tongue flicked over my ear before he pulled away. It was so light that it seemed accidental, but I still had the feeling it wasn’t. I watched Jasper quickly swallow the shot, then he was in front of me again, coming to get his lemon. He was so close that I could smell his cologne mixed with the scent of fresh lemon below my nose, and it was a heady combination. Instead of just taking the wedge from my mouth, he bit into it and pulled, extracting the fruit from the rind and folding his lips around it. His lips brushed against mine, just like his tongue had on my ear, and I could feel myself breathing rapidly at the contact.
Then it was over.
Jasper smirked haughtily, chewing his lemon while Peter whooped for him. They reached around me for a high five, and I continued to stare wide-eyed at Jasper.
What the fuck just happened?
Before I could question the situation, Peter tugged the remainder of the lemon from my lips and kissed my cheek. “You are so damn sexy,” was all that he whispered. The next thing I knew, he was turning me toward him, and I complied, accepting his eager kiss as we wound ourselves together. We didn’t stop until I felt a thump against Peter’s back.
“Come on, birthday boy,” Jasper said lightly. “Let’s hit the restroom and head home since we’re done drinking. I wouldn’t want to keep you two from your birthday sex.”
“Jealous,” I coughed, looking away and then shooting Jasper a teasing smile. He shook his head and returned it with one of his sweet, wide grins, and I tried not to stare at his lips. It had been one crazy, fucked up, fun night. That’s for damn sure.
It took us quite a while to make such a short walk back to the guys’ apartment, but the trip home wasn’t without a bit of entertainment. Being the gentlemen they are, Peter and Jasper walked on either side of me, allowing me to hook my arms through theirs. After only a few steps, we all realized that Peter was by far the drunkest of all and needed the support more than me. I moved him to the middle, and Jasper and I wound our arms around him, fighting to keep him on his feet with the wind, ice, and snow added to his wobbly condition.
We got Peter to his bedroom, and Jasper left the rest to me. “Have fun, you two,” he said, turning to leave. “Happy birthday, Pete.”
Alone at last, my horniness regained control of my body and my actions, and Peter and I worked in a frenzy to tear off each other’s clothes. Our kissing was wild, and we knocked teeth at least three times in our rush to disrobe and devour one another. That brought about a lot of laughter and silly conversation, but it didn’t stop us.
Peter’s pants were tossed to one side of the room and I think mine ended up on the other. My sweater knocked over the reading lamp, but we didn’t bother to pick it up. Before long, Peter was naked, sitting on the floor for some reason, and I was standing over him in my lacy lingerie and one sock.
“Gimme,” he said, reaching for my leg and grinning up at me. I held out my foot unsteadily as he tugged off my sock and discarded it. When he beckoned me down to him, I refused, curling my finger in a come hither gesture.
“You want to unwrap your last present, big boy?” I teased with a sway of my hips.
“Fuck. Yes.”
I smiled mischievously and moved away from him. “Then you’d better come get me!” With that, I darted across the room, and I heard Peter scramble to stand behind me.
He chased me around the room, over the bed, and back toward his dresser until I was trapped. I hoped to God that Jasper had put on the television as he said he would because our laughter and my shrieks were far too loud to be mindful of a roommate.
“Gotcha!” Peter proclaimed, pinning me to the wall. I wrapped my arms around him without a fight any longer, and we resumed kissing. The pace was slower this time, but still hard and desperate. His hands slid up my spine, leaving goose bumps across my flesh as he moved toward my bra clasp. He guided it over my arms to discard it, dipping down to kiss the swell of my breasts and work his way lower.
“I like this present,” he said as I clutched his hair between my fingers. “Two for the price of one.”
I laughed at him, lightly smacking his shoulder in response.
My bottoms were then pushed down, and I shimmied to allow them to fall down my legs, kicking them off when they reached my ankles. Peter’s hands found my ass then, and I jumped up to straddle his waist.
“Are you having a good birthday?” I asked as his fingers angled to tease me. He wobbled, and I became nervous about this position while we were both so hammered. I didn’t mind the fumbling drunken sex, but I didn’t want to get hurt unnecessarily.
“So good…” he murmured, moving to position himself to enter me.
We both had a moment of realization at the same time.
“Baby, wait-“
“Fuck…condom.”
I unwound my legs and dropped them to the floor carefully so that he could retrieve what we needed. I moved to follow him toward the bed, but he told me to stay put. He rolled the rubber on, tossing the wrapper haphazardly to the floor, and then he came back.
“I want to get a good look at my present while I play.” He spoke directly into my ear, his voice gravely and brimming with sex. He led me to his dresser and spun me around so that we were both facing the mirror.
He seemed to tower over me as I smiled at his reflection. His body was tall and broad compared to mine, and I loved how he looked like he could wrap himself around me like a warm, comforting blanket. His eyes showed no interest in being cozy at the moment, though.
“Hands on the dresser.”
I did as I was told, and he immediately pushed my legs apart, rubbing himself against me. After spreading my arousal enough for easy entrance, he slid into me, filling me in the most amazing way from his position. He had to bend his knees, and I found myself naturally standing on my tiptoes and pushing back toward him to make up for the height difference, but we made it work somehow.
“God, you feel so good, Angel,” he growled, sucking my shoulder and digging his fingers in my hips. I accepted each of his thrusts with an uncontrollable, high pitched cry, slurring his name and other terms of endearment at he drove us both to our peaks.
Watching our display in the mirror made the moment so much more intense. Peter’s brow was furrowed in concentration, and when he wasn’t kissing me, his mouth hung open, emitting his own moans and grunts. His hands were everywhere, always grabbing and angling to make it better, however he could.
I leaned forward, laying my forearms and head against the dresser when I couldn’t take any more. I was practically screaming for him, and when he hit the right spot with just the right amount of pressure, I arched my back and held my breath until my body relaxed enough to regain my compose.
Peter pulled me back up so that I could watch us once more. “I love seeing you fall apart like that,” he said. I lifted one hand over my head, grasping the back of his neck to keep him close to me. His face grew hard and focused a few minutes later, and I watched in awe and pleasure as he pounded me harder, seeking his own release. He slid his hand to where we met, rapidly stroking my clit as he mumbled about coming soon.
His entire body when rigid, and he squeezed one of my breast hard as the other hand continued to assault my sensitive nerves. That was all it took for the pressure to spike again, sending me toppling against the dresser once more.
He collapsed on my back as he had a tendency of doing when we were in similar postions, and for several minutes we stayed that way, still connected as we leaned on the dresser panting to catch our breath. I sighed when he stood and slipped out of me. A few minutes later, we were settled for bed, and we curled up close to one another.
“Happy birthday, honey bunny,” I whispered into his chest.
He held me tighter and kissed the top of my head. “Best one ever.”
“I’m glad. Good night.”
“Good night.”
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NMTB Outtake #13
Outtake #13
EPOV
My drinking became out of control. Upon acquiring a very believable fake ID, I became a barfly. It didn’t matter what kind of bar or club it was, as long as I could get in, get drunk, and get a woman to come home with me. Drinking and fucking my way through my misery was doing me no good, but I continued down my destructive path regardless. It went on and on for months until the night I ran into Carissa at a bar near the UDub campus. She had been going to school there, and despite our close proximity, she was so caught up in her college life that we didn’t see each other as often as one might assume.
I barely recognized her when she hopped into my lap on my barstool. I blinked back the tequila haze that clouded my vision and tried to focus on her face.
“Edward!” she giggled. “What are you doing all the way over here by campus?”
“I don’t know,” I answered honestly. Most nights I walked the city until I came upon an establishment that looked interesting and unfamiliar.
“Well, who are you with?” she pressed.
I shrugged my shoulders slowly. “No one.”
“Oh…well come meet my friends.”
She led me away from the bar and to a table where a group of men and women our age were sitting. I fell back into an empty chair, realizing that she had actually pushed me down into it before depositing herself on my thighs once more.
“Guys, this is my best friend, Edward,” she told them, repeating their names back to me, but I forgot each as soon as she moved on to the next. There seemed to be friendly smiles all around, but I was indifferent to their company.
My blurry eyes scanned over her female friends, assessing if any of them matched my tastes for the evening. I was unimpressed. Gazing at the small dance floor, I saw a few options, but when I tried to get up and go to them, I realized I had a woman in my lap already. I resigned myself to the company of my ever-faithful best friend, accepting that I wasn’t going to get laid that night.
Last call came and went, and everyone shuffled out onto the sidewalk to begin the journey home. I turned in the direction of my apartment, preparing my mind for the walk that would take me at least forty minutes.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I heard as someone tugged at my wrist.
“Home.”
“Oh my gosh, Edward! You’re out of your mind! There’s no way you can walk home right now,” Carissa told me. “I live just around the corner from here. You can crash with me.”
I went along, feeling blank and empty. It didn’t matter where I slept.
She led me into her apartment, saying something about her roommate being out of town, but I wasn’t sure why that mattered.
“The bathroom is through there,” she directed me toward an open door. “I left a toothbrush in there for you.”
I looked at her closer now, finally noticing that she had changed into pajamas, removed her make-up, and tied her hair up in a ponytail. I wondered how long I had been standing in the middle of her bedroom staring at nothing, but I pushed those thoughts away as I shut the bathroom door behind me.
When I emerged in my boxers, I stood in the doorway tugging on my hair and looking at her already in bed.
“I put some stuff out on the couch for you, or, umm, you can sleep in here if you want. My bed is big enough,” she said softly.
I thought about all the times we had lounged together watching movies or listening to music, remembering the peace and comfort of my confidant. We had never spent the night in the same bed, but I couldn’t see a reason not to in that moment. The appeal of her soothing presence won out as I climbed under the covers with her.
We rolled onto our sides facing one another. My eyes closed, and I felt her hand in my hair.
“Edward, are you all right?”
“Hmm?” I hummed sleepily. The alcohol in my blood made me feel as if I were on a waterbed.
“You don’t seem yourself lately. I’ve barely heard from or seen you since you moved to the city, and tonight you’ve just been…I don’t know, not here.”
I sighed in response, unsure of what to say.
“I’m worried about you,” she whispered, caressing my cheek in a way that reminded me of my mother.
“I’m fine,” I mumbled, feeling myself falling into the arms of the sandman.
I was on the cusp of sleep when I felt the bed shift.
“Sorry,” she mumbled, noticing that her movements had disturbed me. When she settled back into place, I finally shared the heavy thought I knew she would understand.
“I found a picture when I moved…a picture of me and Julie.” My words were almost inaudible, but she was close enough to hear them.
“Oh no…” she replied softly. Her body was suddenly pressed against mine, her arm wrapped over my shoulder and rubbing my back. “I’m sorry, Edward.”
“He’s three. I don’t even know his name or if he’s happy.” My voice sounded dead. It was hollow and empty as my body silently shook against hers. I mirrored her hold, tucking my head into her neck as I pulled her body impossibly closer to mine, seeking any comfort I could find.
We lay in the stillness of her dark room. She consoled me in a way that only she ever could and fought back my demons when I couldn’t. I calmed infinitesimally and then more and more as each minute passed. The tequila was still swimming through my veins, making my thoughts and emotions better and worse at the same time - a constant battle. In time I settled, retaining my hold on my best friend, but no longer in agony. It lulled to a dull, aching pain, and for the moment it was tolerable.
With her body pressed so close to mine and our lack of modest clothing, she was warm and safe. To my own body, having a woman close to me that way caused certain reactions, and this time was no different. My better judgment was lost in my inebriated bliss, and I experimentally shifted my stiff penis against her leg. Her breath hitched, and I knew she felt it, though she did not back away. Lifting my hand to stroke her cheek, I pressed my lips to hers, feeling her response immediately.
I awoke to the feeling of a warm, naked body pressed against me. I peaked at my bed companion, and when I realized it was Carissa, the previous night all came back to me.
I panicked. I had drunk-fucked my best friend.
NMTB Outtake #11
Outtake #11
EPOV
It was another Tuesday poker night, and I had plans to meet Bella at her apartment. I told the guys I couldn’t make it because I needed the night away from Carissa to plan a surprise dinner for her the following night. Believing my excuse, they agreed to cover for me and not mention to any of the wives that I skipped out on our weekly guys night. Yes, it was an absolutely shitty thing to do, but I wanted to spend as much time with Bella as possible. The time I had with her was never enough, but at least tonight we would have a few hours to share.
I pulled up to her apartment and cringed at the sight of her neighbors bickering on their porch. They were both looking a little rough, and it was obvious that they were already drunk. Cigarette butts and litter were scattered all around the sidewalks. I hated that she lived in this kind of neighborhood. Bella did not belong here, but it wasn’t my place to tell her where she should or should not live. She would never say it, but I was certain that she didn’t like me coming over to her apartment. Although I felt disdain for her living arrangements, I never judged her by her circumstances. She had told me about renting this cheap apartment as a broke college graduate, and I knew that she would not be here if she could help it. Regardless, all that mattered to me was the time I got to spend with her, not aesthetics of her building.
She greeted me at the door, and I handed her the pizza I had brought. I followed her into the kitchen and put the six-pack of Blue Moon into her refrigerator. Once we were both empty-handed, I turned to her and she flung her arms around my neck. I pulled her flush against me by her firm ass, and we locked into an excited kiss. I could feel her smile against my mouth, and the thought of bringing that smile to her face made me smile, too.
“Did you pick up some DVDs?” I asked after breaking away and looking down at her.
“Uh huh,” she said with a mischievous look I couldn’t quite interpret. Knowing Bella, I was probably about to get Notebooked or subjected to some cheesy ‘80s movie I had seen too many times to count.
“What did you get?” I asked curiously. Her smirk did not fade as she ignored me and took two plates out of the cupboard. “You’re not going to tell me?”
“Nope!” she declared with a wink in my direction. “You’ll just have to wait and see. Let’s eat first.”
I grabbed two beers from the six-pack I brought and opened them for us while she placed a slice of pizza on each plate. We sat together talking while we ate, and headed into her living room when we were finished. I sat on the couch waiting for her to show me the movie choices.
She held her hands behind her back and swayed her hips in a manner that was both cute and seductive. She wore cut off sweats and a zip-up hoodie, but she looked as gorgeous as ever to me.
“The first choice is…Finding Nemo!” she announced proudly as she pulled the movie from behind her.
I groaned and shook my head at her. “You’re joking, right? You do realize I’ve seen the movie approximately ten thousand times.”
“Well then,” she said slowly, “Perhaps you’ll like this one better.” She pulled the second case out and flung it at me. It landed squarely in my lap, and when I saw what it was I’m pretty sure I blushed.
“9 ½ Weeks?” I asked incredulously.
Her tinkling little giggle was sweet and saucy as she skipped over to pluck the movie from my hands. “What? It’s a good movie,” she said innocently.
My arms whipped up and wrapped around her waist before she could jump away from me. I pulled her into my lap and kissed her warm neck. “You are a manipulative little vixen, you know that?”
“Hey, I gave you options. We can watch Nemo if you’re uncomfortable watching something with mature subject matter,” she teased.
I dug my fingertips into her ticklish sides, and she squirmed in my lap. “No Nemo. Let’s watch some smut.”
“It’s not smut. It is a cult classic, thank you very much,” she said in mock seriousness as she lifted herself off my lap and stood in front of her entertainment stand.
We settled onto the sofa together as the movie began, and Bella curled up at my side. She sat up to fast forward through the musical intro, and then sat at the end of couch with her legs across my lap. I laid my hands on her bare calves, absentmindedly stroking them up and down until she shifted again. This time she sat right next to me and put her hand on my thigh. She squirmed for a few more moments until I placed a hand on her leg to still her.
“Bella, what’s the problem?” I asked.
“I can’t get comfortable,” she said with little pout on her full lips. I inwardly groaned and outwardly licked my own lips.
“Is there something I can do to help?” I offered.
She looked up at me through her eyelashes and bit her bottom lip. “My neck is killing me. Would you mind giving me a little massage?”
I laughed briefly and stroked her cheek. “You should have said something sooner. No, I don’t mind the shameless opportunity to touch you.”
It was her turn to blush as she shrugged out of her sweatshirt and revealed a simple teal tank top. She clearly wasn’t wearing a bra with it, but the inner lining kept her firm breast perky within the tiny excuse for a shirt. A hint of midriff was exposed with the combination of low slung sweatpants. I swiped a single finger across her exposed skin before she settled onto the floor in front of me. My legs were spread apart so that she could sit between them, and she placed her hands casually on my feet. While the temptation to carry her into the bedroom and ravage her immediately was strong, I knew that she was truly in pain. I wanted to do what I could to help. I suppressed my urges momentarily, and ran my fingers through her silky hair.
“Can you put your hair up?” I requested, and she took an elastic band from her wrist to secure her chestnut locks in a messy bun on top of her head. I smoothed my hands down the sides of her neck and let them rest on top of her shoulders. “Tell me if it’s too hard. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Don’t worry,” she said as she twisted her head back slightly to look at me. “I like it hard.” A brief giggled burst from her lips before she turned back to watch the movie.
I suppressed another urge to take her now and went to work on her neck and shoulders.
As the movie played on and the sexual tension grew between the lead characters, I deftly moved my hands along Bella’s smooth, warm skin. My thumbs rubbed firm circles into her shoulder blades and upper back, and my fingertips ran up and down all sides of her neck. When I pressed and kneaded along her spine, she whimpered in a delicate mixture of pleasure and pain.
“God, Edward this feels so good,” she kept saying between moans and happy sighs. The only way to restrain myself was to continue my ministrations, but in doing so I only became more aroused. It was a vicious circle and a heavy double edged sword. I was certain we wouldn’t make it through the entire movie.
My suspicions were all but confirmed when the ice scene began. Between the feel of Bella’s skin, the little noises she was making, and the erotic torture on the screen, we were both on edge. Bella shifted on the floor and drew her knees to her chest. My hands slowed involuntarily until they were still on her neck. I briefly tore my eyes from the screen and peered over Bella’s shoulder to see her biting her lip yet again. Needing a distraction, I reached for my beer bottle and took a sip. That’s when it came to me.
I slowly lowered the chilled bottle toward Bella and pressed it against the side of her neck. She gasped in surprised, but her body reflexively arched so that her breasts shot out and her head tipped back toward me.
“Mmm…” she moaned, which I took as encouragement. I slowly rolled the bottle around the back of her neck, bringing it around to the other side. Her head tipped to opposite side to allow me greater access. At the same time her arms wrapped around my calves and began rubbing up and down with her thumb digging in harder than her fingers. I continued to slide the cold glass across her bare shoulders and collarbone as we watched the on screen teasing unfold before us.
By the time that scene ended I couldn’t take it anymore. I reached down to the hem of Bella’s tank top and pulled it up over her head. With the offending garment abandoned across the room somewhere, I resumed the beer bottle torture, sliding it between her breasts. Her hands froze and squeezed my legs, and a breathy, musical moan escaped her lips. Her delicate skin was flushed with excitement, and I wanted nothing more than to devour every inch of it with my tongue. But first the teasing.
I watched her hips rock slightly on the floor, and mine shifted forward in response. I took my seduction to the next level and rolled the bottle across the inner slope of her left breast until it grazed her nipple. She was panting now, so I increased the pleasure for both of us by leaning down and attacking her neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses. I lapped up the moisture that had been left there by the bottle, tasting a hint of salt mixed in with it. It was then that I noticed the way her skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat. She was undeniably excited, and I internally patted myself on the back for getting these reactions out of her. I moved the bottle to her other nipple, and used my free hand to massage the abandoned breast.
“Fuck I want you,” she whispered. Her head turned toward my busy mouth, and I pulled it off her neck to connect our lips in a much anticipated kiss.
Moments later she scrambled out of my grasp and spread a throw blanket across the living room floor. I descended on her as she tugged on my shirt and yanked it over my head. She pulled at my jeans, and I finished the task, leaving my boxers on for a little longer. I pushed her back onto the blanket until she was lying down. I made quick work of her sweatpants, groaning when I noticed she wasn’t wearing anything underneath them. Picking up my beer bottle, which had been temporarily set aside, I brought it back to her flat stomach.
She was grabbing at the elastic of my boxers and reaching for my obvious erection, but I deflected each of her attempts and went back to work. “It’s my time to play,” I warned. She let her arms splay over her head while giving me and exasperated huff.
I touched the bottle to the hollow of her neck and traced a slow, vertical line down between her breasts until I reached the invisible line where her panties would normally sit. Her hips bucked upward when the cold glass touched her lower belly, but I didn’t stop. While straddling her toned legs, I tipped the bottle slightly and allowed a thin stream of beer to pour out into her navel. Little droplets splashed and overflowed across her taunt skin, and I dove in to lap it all up with my tongue. She moaned a string of incoherent words that may have included a combination of the Lord’s name and my own. Her hands had made their way to my hair, and I found myself being held against her hot flesh.
My tongue reversed the earlier trail of my bottle until my face was between the perky little tits I wanted to devour. Leaning up slightly, I touched the bottom of the bottle to her nipple again, following it with a quick swipe of my tongue. On the other nipple, I dragged the edge of the bottle around the tender peak instead of pressing the bottom flat against it. I mirrored those actions with my hot tongue before taking it fully into my mouth and offering a playful nip. Bella was writhing and whimpering an alluring opera in soprano as her hands continued to tug at my hair and grace my neck.
I tipped the bottle again, allowing more of the honey gold liquid to run between her chest. I lapped it up like a thirsty dog, and tried to catch as much of it as I could before it rolled over her collarbone and onto her neck. I followed its path and kissed, licked, and sucked all of the moist skin along the way. I splashed more directly over her nipples so that they were soaked, the icy beer running down all sides of her perfectly rounded mounds. I moaned against her skin as I frantically cleaned up my mess. Bella’s heavy panting was more intoxicating than the alcohol itself.
“Edward, please,” she begged, but I had only just begun. I crawled back down her body and ignored the raging insistence from my groin to take her now. There were more games I wanted to play first.
I picked up one of my knees and moved it over one of her legs and then I did the same on the other side so that her legs were now outside of mine. Still kneeling before her, I pushed them apart to reveal her glistening sex to me. I ran the bottle up and down her inner thigh and followed the same path on the opposite leg. When I felt satisfied with that tease I rested the side of the bottle directly between her legs.
“Holy fuck!” she yelled, practically jumping up off the blanket. I used my free hand to press into her stomach and hold her in place. I briefly traced it over her so that she could feel the cool glass on her soft folds and her sensitive clit. As quickly as I had done so I removed it, and she was still begging me to take her.
“Stay here,” I told her as I sprung up and ran toward the kitchen. I heard her cry out behind me, but I didn’t respond. This would only take me a few moments. I returned with a small glass of ice water and set it on the blanket near us. I resumed my position over her body and her eyes widened at the implication.
I removed a cube and touched it to her lips. Her tongue darted out to collect the melting water. I brought it to my own mouth and held it between my front teeth as I bent down to meet her. She opened up to me, and I let the cold cube fall between our tongues. As they danced together, the ice rolled around erratically. She sucked it into her mouth and pulled back from me, giving it an audible crunch. I smiled down at her as she whispered the word “more” to me.
Unable to deny her anything, I took another cube and allowed it to drip on her breasts before spending ample time there. Three cubes later I had circled her nipples, suckled them with ice in my mouth, and kneaded her tits with ice in my hand.
I moved to the lower half of her torso and spent many minutes drawing little pictures on the flat expanse and tracing my ice art with my hot mouth. She shivered and shuttered at the dual sensations, and I cherished each sound of pleasure I created in her.
Finally and very cautiously, I took a new piece of ice and held it in my palm over her waiting pussy. As I squeezed it in my hand, the drops fell quickly. I positioned it so that they each fell directly onto her bundle of nerves and ran down toward her opening. Each drop caused her to jump and flex up toward my hand. When that cube melted, I took a new one and tentatively touched it to her clit. She cried out louder than she had so far, and her hand shot up to grip my wrist. As she guided my hand back down toward her body I understood that she wanted me to do it again. I wasted no time. On this round I drew tiny circles, alternating with light flicks from my other hand.
I wanted to taste her so fucking bad in that moment. It was something I had wanted to do since the moment she first gave herself over to me, but she would never allow it. She never offered me an explanation, and I wondered if she was one of those women who was uncomfortable with how she would taste or smell to me. I wanted to assure her that none of that mattered to me, but she avoided oral sex at all costs. I would have loved to feel her hot mouth on my stiff dick, but it was against my nature to pressure her into something she didn’t want. I would much rather she let me pleasure her if I were given the choice of the two. I wanted to taste her so bad it was killing me.
I made a split second decision to test the waters and see if I could convince her tonight. I moved the ice off her clit and trailed it down her wet skin until I came to her opening. I held it firmly between my fingers and traced it around the sides before pressing it inside of her slightly. I didn’t let go of it, but I thought I might lose it with the way she squirmed and rolled from side to side on the floor. Checking to make sure she was watching me, I pulled the ice out and popped it into my mouth. I groaned loudly when I tasted her on the cube. Her eyes widened and I gave her a wicked smile. Without hesitation I dove down to take her with my mouth, but I was met with a blanket instead of the sweet woman I craved.
I looked up and saw that she had rolled away from my attempt. “No,” she said simply, shaking her head back and forth adamantly.
“Okay, I’m sorry,” I conceded. I rolled her hips until she was lying down again, but she looked at me nervously. “I promise I won’t try again, but I’m not done with you yet.” I pulled two small cubes from the glass and moved back between her thighs. I ran them along the crease between her legs and her sex, and then back to waiting pussy. I pressed both cubes into her again, but this time I let them go. My fingers quickly followed them inside, and I began pumping eagerly. My fingertips flicked them around a little. She was soaked as her inner warmth melted the ice quickly.
Her moaning was wild and unpredictable, as was the rest of her body. I literally had to hold her down as she tried to lean up, roll, rock, and wiggle beneath me. She was completely out of control and I couldn’t keep up with the string of words that flowed from her mouth between heavy breaths and hard groans. When I felt her getting closer, I curled my fingers within her and pressed into her g-spot. I reached into the glass for another cube, but found that there was only cold water remaining. I picked up the glass and poured it directly over her clit. She instantly screamed the loudest yet and came all over my hand. Her entire body collapsed flat against the blanket and she panted uncontrollably. I fell down next to her and let her watch me suck my fingers clean. She groaned and sprung up to straddle me. Her mouth connected to mine in the hardest, most forceful kiss she had ever given me before.
“Holy fucking hell, Edward!” she gasped between kisses. “That was unfuckingbelievable! I want to fuck you so bad right now and I want you to do it with the ice again.”
I groaned at her suggestion, and my cock jumped in my shorts. She felt it and positioned herself to rub and grind up and down my shaft forcefully. I was completely at her mercy as she moved on top of me, attacking my neck with her lips. Now I was the one groaning and bucking beneath her. I wanted more, but just as I had done to her, she tore herself away from me and ran out of the room.
When she returned to me, there was another glass of ice water in her hand. She straddled me once more, quickly taking several ice cubes from the glass. She placed one between my lips and told me to hold it there. Another was left to rest in my belly button, and she placed a third in the middle of my chest. While those all melted and ran across my skin, she took one in her hand and repeated some of my earlier actions. My nipples received ample attention, and many shapes and pictures were drawn all over my torso. She leaned in to kiss me and sucked the small fragment that remained into her mouth. She allowed it to cool her tongue and then dragged a single line from the middle of my neck to the hollow behind my left ear. Once there, she pulled the tender lobe between teeth and tugged at it. The moist inner sides of her lips followed and sent a shiver through my entire body. She giggled at her accomplishment, repeating it on the other ear.
Next, she worked her way back down my chest until she reached the ice in my navel. The melted droplets had pooled on my belly and she blew hard on the little puddle. Water sprayed out across my stomach, tickling the sensitive flesh. I needed to be inside of her and I needed it immediately.
“Now,” I growled, but she quieted my demands with a finger against my lips. I sucked it into my mouth, but she pulled it out right away. The bit of ice that remained in my navel was sucked into her mouth. She held it between her teeth and raked in back and forth above my groin from hip to hip. I gripped the blanket to resist pushing her a few inches lower because as much as my body wanted that, I wouldn’t force her to do anything she didn’t want. When the ice had completely melted she tongued my right hip bone and sucked on it like it was sugar coated.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m so sorry!” she said in a panic. My head shot up to see her eyes big and full of fear.
“What’s wrong?” I asked quickly.
“I…I marked you. Shit! Fuck! Damn it all, Edward I can’t believe I did that. I am so, so sorry,” she repeated.
I looked down at the place she said she left a mark and noticed the minute purple hickey. It was pretty small, and it was close enough to one of my tattoos that it wasn’t really noticeable. It was something I could easily write off as a bruise from running into a desk or table. I wasn’t worried, but Bella was clearly freaking out about it.
“Hey, baby, it’s all right. I promise, okay? It’s not that big, and I can easily keep it out of view. Don’t stress,” I said as I stroked her neck and tried to bring her back to me.
“I can’t believe I did that,” she groaned guiltily. “I’m sorry!”
“Stop apologizing.”
“But…I…Edward…”
An idea flickered in my mind, and my grin grew in kind. “I have an idea,” I offered.
“What? Tell me!” she insisted.
I smiled darkly, readjusting her hips over top of mine. “We’ll call it even if you let me do it to you.”
She seemed to consider it for a moment before nodding her head emphatically and grinning. “Where?” she whispered.
“Same spot?” I suggested. Another nod gave me permission, and I wasted no time flipping her beneath me on the damp blanket again.
I bent down and kissed her navel, and then worked my way from one hip to another as if I was trying to decide which one. I already knew I would do it on the same side that she did, but it was fun to tease. To be honest, having her mark on my body was incredibly hot. For the sake of secrecy, there were no mementos or reminders of Bella I could carry home with me aside from my memories. Even though it would only last a few days, that oval of broken blood vessels would be an alluring reminder of my Bella for days to come. Marking her in return was a caveman move, but it was, perhaps, the only piece of her I could ever claim as my own. I sucked hard and lavished her hip with attention. When I was done I left an even larger mark than she had on me. The sight of it delighted me, and I wished I could take a picture to keep with me forever.
Apparently, having my mouth that close to her core did actually have an intense effect on her. Once my work was done on her hip, I was pulled up over her body and handed a condom. I kissed her hard and then leaned back to put it on once my shorts were removed.
“Use the ice again,” she said seductively in my ear. I felt her warm breath tickle the sensitive skin, and my lower half flexed toward her.
I hovered over her perfect body and hastily grabbed a piece of ice. I slid in down her stomach until it reached the top of her bare sex. Slipping it between her folds, I pressed it against her opening. A shift of her hips caused it to slide inside of her, and I followed it with a single finger.
“OhmygodEdward,” she blurted out quickly. “So good!”
I pumped two fingers in her this time as the ice quickly melted around them. Bella was writhing uncontrollably, and the sight of her coming apart was all that I could take. I positioned myself at her entrance, but before I could enter her Bella stopped me with her hand and pushed another ice cube inside of herself.
“Now,” she commanded. Her hands found purchase on my ass and pulled me forcefully into her depths.
The sensation of her heat mixed with the melting ice was more than I could have anticipated. The garbled sound I made could hardly be labeled as a groan or moan. It was some kind of guttural reaction like I have never heard.
“Oh fuck…Bella…this is…amazing!”
“I know.”
I had never experienced something like this before. Everything was so much more intense as the temperatures warred against one another, and even with the condom on I could feel still feel the differences as I pumped and thrust into her. The increased moisture added to the usual sounds of our sex, but they were drowned out by the intensified sounds pouring from our mouths.
The ice must have melted because everything got warm again, but Bella wasted no time on that. “I want more,” she insisted. I pulled out of her, but instead of allowing me to add more ice and continue she sat up and pulled me toward the sofa. She pushed me down and reached into the glass before sitting herself in my lap. I watched in awe as she held the cube in her hand and lowered her body back onto me. Instead of beginning to rock above me she told me to hold onto her waist as she gripped my shoulders and carefully pulled her legs up where she wrapped them around my neck.
Oh dear lord, I think I’ve died and gone to Heaven!
Once in place, she wrapped her arms around me at my ribs and began to pull herself toward me in a steady rhythm. I pulled and thrust with her, and heard myself groaning like a damn fool.
“Fuck, baby. You feel incredible like this,” I said. “I wanna fuck you forever.”
“Unnn…you too. Don’t stop…so fucking good! Oh god, I’m gonna come, baby! Keep going right there!”
I drove into her as hard as I could in that position and she quickly began to tremble in my lap. Her hands released my back, and her head fell back toward the floor. The view of her creamy body stretched out and elongated that way had me teetering on the edge. Her stomach was smooth and taunt, and my mark was visible. Her buttery soft legs lay against my chest and cheeks and teased me with their warmth. The ice cube in her hand was almost completely melted, but she held the small bit against her clit. I could feel her muscles flex and contract as she held herself around my neck. Her gorgeous breasts spread apart and bounced with each jolt of my hips. With her head tipped back, her neck was a beautiful buffet just waiting to be feasted upon. There was only one thing missing.
“Let your hair down,” I commanded. She pulled the tie out with a single tug, and her long waves fanned out behind her.
I moved one of my hands to cup her breast and moved back and forth between them as my other arm wrapped around her leg. My movements became forceful and deliberate until the sensory overload claimed me completely. An indecipherable moan escaped me as I came, and I realized I was squeezing her breast a little too hard.
When I stilled, I pulled her back up and helped her unwind her legs from me. Her arms resumed the position her ankles had held around my neck, and her entire body sank into mine. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight to me as we breathed heavily in each others’ ears, but otherwise said nothing. She was hot and sticky, smelling of sex, Bella, and beer. I strengthened my hold and closed my eyes. I never wanted to let her go.
Some time later I realized I had fallen asleep holding Bella in my lap. She had clearly done the same, and was now murmuring unintelligible words in her sleep. The movie had ended at some point during our play time, and I had no idea what time it was. If I got home late tonight I would find some believable excuse. This night was completely worth it. I gave Bella a squeeze, whispering her name a couple times to rouse her. When she woke up, she blinked at me a few times through blurry eyes and then smiled sweetly.
“Hi,” she said happily.
I know baby, I’m feeling the afterglow, too.
“Hi,” I whispered back.
She straightened in my lap a little and I affectionately made a small trail of kisses on her neck. Her light hum in response made my heart flutter.
I leaned back and studied her face carefully. “We’re a mess. Let’s go take a shower.”
“That sounds like a wonderful idea to me,” she agreed as we stood together and walked hand in hand to her bathroom.
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