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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