Chapter 4

Chapter 4

A/N: This chapter was written by CF.

EPOV

I quickly moved her to the far wall of the bathroom with my body automatically pressing against hers, the feel of her every curve flush against me.  My hand covered those full soft lips …

Those lips that had been pressed to my mouth only nights before, her tongue languidly licking …

Fuck, Edward!  Not now.

I couldn’t stop the rush of memories that came flooding back at the contact; that night in the LGR, her legs wrapped around me, my breath hot on her neck, obscenities on her lips as I made her cum.

I had never expected the connection that I had with Bella.  That night I was merely looking for someone to distract me, someone to have a little fun with.  I knew the second our eyes met that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.  So I went to her, flirted with her, kissed her passionately, not realizing until our lips met that her touch would initiate a chemical explosion inside me.

And then in the bathroom, in that stall.  It’s like my skin was on fire.  She reached for me, and I practically attacked her.  I felt so ashamed afterwards, but she seemed to enjoy it. 

I’d never been this captivated and enchanted by a woman in my life.  Most of the women that I’d slept with fast became distant memories, as much their decision as mine. 

The thoughts of that night inappropriately occupied my mind.  

As the flashes of memory washed over me, I became hard as hell pressed up against her.  This was inconvenient as fuck considering my prior plans to confront her.  I wanted to yell at her, scream at her.  Call her a liar, a cheat, a fucking bitch for what she had done. 

I had never hit a woman in my life, but the thought had momentarily crossed my mind as I stood up on that pulpit, seeing her come into the sanctuary hand in hand with Alice.  My guts were on the carpet but I felt the urge to vomit everywhere. 

Alice and Bella were... together, holding hands and exchanging loving glances. I felt sick to my stomach that she was doing that with Alice, my own sister. 

 Alice, the one person in the world who truly hated me.

But then my eyes strayed to her outfit, or lack thereof.

Fuck, why was she even wearing anything at all?  I wished she wasn’t and immediately cursed myself for the thought.  That skirt was all the way up to her ass.  As she slid into the pew, her long luscious legs sliding against each other, I caught a brief glance of her robust ass.

I remembered the feel of it in my hands as I squeezed it while I pounded into her sweet wetness just days before. 

Then she had sat down and crossed her legs.  My eyes had wandered to that closed crease at the seam of the skirt, my skin on fire, my heart beating out of my chest.  And then I saw the two female hands clutched together at the side of her leg.  The bile came up and I tasted it on my tongue.

The sudden clearing of a throat brought me out of my reverie and I was shocked to find myself behind the podium, my hands clasped roughly on the sides of the hard wood. 

How had I gotten over here?  How long had I been glaring at her?  I hadn’t even remembered taking the few steps. 

Luckily for me, I’d been able to continue with the eulogy and was able to redeem myself. 

Now here I am, back in a bathroom with the cause of my every raunchy, raw, wet, hard fantasy over the last couple of days.  It was laughable how many times I’d had relieved myself after thinking of her. 

I’d fantasized about walking down the streets of Forks, seeing her in a store, reconnecting with her, taking her back to my bedroom, and doing it all over again.   

My hand remained over her mouth, my body hard against hers, my cock stiff and pressing between her thighs, with a mind of its own.  I wanted it soft and lifeless, not aroused.  But the fucker was cheating on me, revealing my inner turmoil. 

Then I felt the movement.  Those long gorgeous legs parted, allowing my hips access.  I could feel the slight, subtle movement and looked into her eyes for reassurance that what I felt was real.  It wasn’t just another fantasy of mine.

The anger continued to boil up inside of me, but my lust and want for this woman were taking over.

I grazed my lips against the fingertips that held her mouth closed.  I whispered, “Fuck” into her mouth.  Her eyes softened.

My free hand dropped from the wall and fell to her outer thigh.  My finger tips found the soft, perfectly hairless skin on her leg, and grazed upward.

She moaned.

And just like that, the hand that was over her mouth was gone and replaced by my mouth, crushing her lips to mine.  Her hands came up into my hair, and that’s all that I needed to continue.

She drew up her legs and wrapped them around me like a vise. 

In that moment we both lost control.  I knew it was wrong to do this, especially now, but any and all will power vanished as soon as my mouth found hers.

I mean, fuck, we were in a church, at a funeral, a funeral for someone that, for all intents and purposes, had done so much for me over the years.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think.  All I could see and feel and taste and want was beneath me, crushed against me.  I didn’t care where we were.  For some unknown reason, nothing else mattered in this stolen stretch of time.

I grabbed her hands and pushed them up over her head and roughly held them against the wall.  Her tongue collided with mine, and we exchanged moans and fucks in each other’s mouths.

My hand went to her panties and I explored until I found the soft, wet, pink, bare flesh underneath.

“Oh God yes.”

Have you ever heard a woman whisper a scream?  Well that’s what Bella was doing.  And it was fucking hot as shit against my mouth.

My fingers explored and pressed and moved back and forth between her pink folds.  She felt perfect on my fingers, making them wet with every stroke. 

“God, I bet you taste so good.”  I grunted into her ear, as I flicked her clit between my fingers.

She looked at me, staring in my eyes, asking me, begging me.  She didn’t have to say anything else.

I knelt before her and I removed her panties over her boots.  Her right leg came up over my shoulder, and it didn’t take long for my mouth to find her.

Fuck, shit, holy mother of God!  I was going to hell for all the things I was internally saying inside of a church bathroom, during a funeral, as I licked and sucked on Bella’s clit.

She was so smooth and hairless and wet and pink and hot and fuck, I think I may set up camp here forever. 

I wondered if I could just tuck myself into this fold right here--lick, lick--and live--suck, suck--and sleep, and--kiss, kiss--and eat and stay forever.

“Oh, Edward.  Fuck, don’t stop!”  And there went one of those whispered screams again.

I wasn’t planning to do it but I found her opening, and my finger slid in, finding her sweet spot inside.  My tongue moved up to her clit and rolled around it fast as I fucked her with my fingers.

Bella’s hands went to the back of my head and neck, and she grabbed painfully at my hair as I felt her orgasm erupt. 

She tasted incredible.  I lapped up every bit of cum that spilled out of her.

I stood up, straightening my grey jacket.  I watched her as she came down off of the high I gave her, messing with her clothes and reaching for her panties on the floor, which I refused to help her with this time.

“So how was that for you?  Did you enjoy that?  Or does Alice eat pussy better than me?”

Mid-straightening her skirt, her head snapped up and met my gaze.  She was angry and pissed off now.  Good.

“Well, tell me.  How fucking good was I?” I snapped.

“You son of a bitch.”

“Oh, the insults now.  You’re one to talk, fucking me while dating my sister.  I wonder, does she even know?”

All of the blood ran out of her face and her eyes dropped.  She immediately went to the sink and began washing her hands.

“She doesn’t, does she?”  I horse laughed.  “Well isn’t this a riot.  Maybe I should be the one to relay the great news.”

“No!”  I guess the whispers were gone now.  “You stay out of this.”

I closed the distance and got up in her face.  “Why should I?  Give me one good reason.”

“Because it’s none of your damn business, that’s why.”

“Considering what just happened a few feet over that way, I think it is my business.  And she is my sister.”

“Yeah, a sister you have nothing to do with.  That has a lifestyle that you don’t approve of.  So don’t get all 'she is my sister and I owe her the truth' preachy on me.”

“I’ve been out of the country for years.  And Alice refuses to speak to me, not the other way around.”

“Well that’s not what Alice told me. I know how you feel about her deviant lifestyle.”

“I could care less.  If she likes women, that’s her business.  I would just prefer that she wasn’t with you, that’s all.”

There was a pause after my little confession.  Thinking back, I should have probably kept that to myself.

“Did you know before today? Did you know who I was?” I demanded.

“How could I have known?”

“I don’t know.”  I turned around, shaking my head, running my hands through my hair.  “I don’t understand.  I mean, you’re a … lesbian?”

“You say it like it’s an STD or something!  You just fucked a girl in a bathroom twice in a matter of days; once in a church at a funeral.  So get off of your goddamned high horse.”

Fuck she had a point.  “But, I …” I was at a loss of words. 

Edward, get a fucking grip.

“But you liked it the other night?”

There was a moment of hesitation as she looked at the floor briefly and then looked back up at me.  “Yes, I did.”

“And just now.  You liked that too?”

“Yeah.”

“So what is the deal here?”

“There is no deal.  Alice and I were arguing the other night, that’s all.  I needed to relieve some frustration and you were handy.”

Ouch.  My ego felt the punch.

“I was being nice to you,” I said, cruelly.

“Ha.  Oh really?  So you whispering fuck over and over as you fucked me hard in the bathroom stall was a pity lay?  And just now?  You licked me like that was the first pussy you had ever had in your mouth in your life.  Go fuck yourself, asshat.”

“Asshat?”

“That’s your nickname by the way.  That’s what everyone calls you.”

“No, that’s what Alice calls me.  Big difference.”

I was getting angrier by the second.  She was not a pushover, by any stretch of the imagination.  She was going toe to toe with me, which didn’t help my lack of control around her.

Yes, she was still turning me on.  I wanted so badly to get her up against the wall and fuck the shit out of her.  I had to redirect the blood flow from my dick to my brain for a second. 

“Let’s get this straight.  I was drunk the other night and wanted an easy lay.  You didn’t exactly put up much of a fight as I recall.  You practically raped me when I walked into the bathroom,” I said with a humorless laugh.

“Well that tends to happen when a man as hot as you comes in the little girl’s room.  I was horny and curious, and you were there.  End of story.”

She thinks I’m that hot?

“So are you going to tell Alice?” I asked.

Then the thought occurred to me that the entire family was staying at the Cullen House, including Alice’s significant other.

Her significant other being this beautiful creature in front of me that I have an uncontrollable attraction to.

Under the same roof.

For several days.

Fuck.  I didn’t think I could do this.  The knowledge of her being just down a hall from me in a loving embrace with the sister that detested me was enough to make me sick.

“Yes, Edward.  I’m gonna tell her.  I just need time, and I didn’t think that today was the most opportune time to do it.  And seeing you again was certainly not in the plans.” 

“Sorry to inconvenience you at my uncle’s funeral.”

“Edward, that’s not what I meant.”

“Where does this leave us?  I mean, we are going to be around each other for the next few days,” I pointed out, feeling the tension tighten my jaw.

“Shit.”  She rubbed her hands over her face in frustration. 

I walked up to her and backed her against the wall.  “We are mutually attracted to each other, right?”

“Don’t do this.  I don’t want this.”

“Liar.”

My hands moved to her face, brushing the hair away so that I could stare into her big brown eyes.

“We can’t do this.  This is wrong.  I can’t do this to Alice.”  She closed her eyes as my body got closer.

Her chest rose and fell against mine.  I could feel her nipples harden, as her breath sucked in and out of her lips.

Fuck I wanted her.  I wanted her like nothing else.  She was perfect from head to toe.  Her skin, her tits, her ass, but mostly, she was fucking beautiful.  Her features were indescribable; those brown eyes, those long luscious brown locks spilling out beyond her shoulders, that tight, petite figure. 

And those long legs that seemed to be made and sculpted for short skirts and doing things against walls.

I wanted to lay her out on my black silk sheets and lick her body all night long.

And I hated myself for it.

“Tell me you don’t want me, Bella. Open your eyes, look at me, and tell me that you don’t want me.”

Her heavy lids opened slowly.

“Why are you doing this to me?” she whispered.

I closed my eyes and began to pull away, ashamed at myself for being so aggressive and intimidating. 

Then I felt her tiny fingers rush to my face, and I looked back at her. 

“God, you are so beautiful.”  Her words sent shock waves down my body.

Our mouths attacked, and I was on her, my whole body enveloping her.  I guided her panties back down her legs without thinking logically.  I unzipped my pants and was inside of her before I knew it.  I fucked her relentlessly, and she cried out. 

I thrust into her over and over, feeling her legs around me, her ass and hips rocked over mine in beautiful unison.  I fed her what her body craved, and she gave back to mine.

“Why do you feel so good?  Fuck!”  The whispered cries returned, and I had never heard anything so erotic.

“I know,”  I gasped into her neck, feeling her slick wetness on my cock.  It felt like heaven.  We moved together like we were dancing.   

I yanked up her sweater, needing to see her exposed and to taste her again.  I released a nipple from the restraints of her bra and took it into my mouth.  As I clamped my lips around it and sucked hard, we came together in a fury.

I remained up against her for a couple of seconds, catching my breath, sweaty and unkempt in the aftermath.

I released her and, as quickly as we came together, we were apart.  I cleaned myself up, fixing my suit back into place.  I splashed some water on my face and looked at my reflection in the mirror.  I was ashamed at my behavior.  I didn’t even recognize the person I was seeing. 

I turned towards her, spreading my hands across my abdomen, making sure my shirt was back in place.  She was already back to the way she looked before.

Perfect. 

Beautiful.

Fuck!  Stop it!

“This can never happen again.  This is done,”  I said it as matter-of-factly as possible, trying to disguise all emotion.

And with that I walked out, leaving her behind. 

Poetic really, considering she had done the same to me nights before.  She deserved it for what she was doing to me. 

I strode down to the foyer, just in time to join my family as they came out of the sanctuary.

I had to gather my thoughts, get my shit together.

Because for the next couple of days I would be under the same roof with the object of my every fantasy.  And somehow I had to get some separation, stay as far away as I could.

So why couldn’t I think of anything but getting her into my bed?