Chapter 7

Chapter 7

A/N: This chapter was written by EllTeeEm

Chapter Song: Fetish by Joan Jett & The Blackhearts

I hated the idea that all a lesbian needs to be ‘fixed’ is a good, hard cock. But that was exactly what was happening to me. Had Edward fucked me straight?

No, I loved Alice. I really did.

But there was nothing like that full, complete feeling I got when Edward pushed into me. Alice brought me a lot of pleasure. A lot, but nothing like what Edward could do.

I sat on the edge of the bed in the guest room for a minute practically soaking through my yoga pants as I remembered the night before. Edward’s hands had gripped me so tightly, I felt so light in his arms. And as much as I detest the notion of belonging to someone like him, feeling so completely possessed by Edward’s monstercock didn’t seem so bad.

The feel of the chest hair against my back as we slept, his hard on pressing into my ass, the sheer strength of him -- it was all so different than what it was like with tiny, delicate Alice. He was pure man.

And just as I was starting to get lost in the memory of Edward’s throbbing cock in my hands, I heard a wrap at the door.

It swung open, and there was Alice looking completely fuckable in a little tennis outfit. She had this short, pleated white skirt on and her boobs were practically bursting out the neckline of a tight sports-bra like top.

“Still in your jammies, sleepyhead?” She cooed and dropped her racket by the door.

“Yeah, I, uh...” my mind swam. I just got out of the bed I fucked your brother in? “I just got up.”

“Are you feeling any better this morning? You were such a grump on the way home from the funeral,” she teased as she sat down next to me.

“Yeah, Allie, much better. I was just... emotional about everything or something.” 

“Well, get up. We’re having a tennis tournament next door!”
“I can see that.” I giggled and snapped her bra strap.

“Well, come on! Everyone’s waiting at the neighbor’s! Can you imagine owning your own tennis court?” She squealed.

“I’ll be down in a minute, I’m just gonna shower.”

“Okay, baby,” she leaned in to kiss me, but I panicked and pulled away. What if she smelled cock on me? “What the hell, Bella?”

“Morning breath,” I shrugged.

“Like I care,” she insisted and jutted her bottom lip out. I couldn’t resist her little pout... or that white mini skirt. I brushed her rosy cheeks with the backs of my fingers and looked into her eyes. She was so trusting sometimes-- doe-like even. Beautiful.  I pressed my lips against her warm soft lips, kissing her sweetly.  But as she began to explore my mouth with her tongue, I was overcome with guilt. How could I have done this to her?

I stroked Alice’s silky skin, enjoying the feel of it under my hands.  But I could not get the image of Edward yanking me by the hair and slamming into me from behind out of my head. I tried to focus on the moment.  I had to focus on Alice. How could I think of these poisonous, peen-obsessed thoughts while the beautiful woman I loved was here, kissing me... half naked?

I distracted myself by running my hand along her leg, from her knee up the outside of her thigh, until my fingers reached the edge of her undies. I toyed with the elastic band.

“You’re wearing total schoolgirl panties, aren’t you?” I gasped between pants. This girl had me heated.

“They’re tennis spanks.” She snickered as she kissed my neck. I was starting to think that maybe a good taste of pussy would help. The perfect antidote to my poisonous, peen-obsessed thoughts was Allie's pussy... and thoughts of spankings.

The image of Edward spanking me over his knee was now running through my mind.

Alice. Alice, right, I reminded myself.
“Did you just say spank?” I asked as I started to tug on her undies.

“Bella,” she moaned. “This is my parent's house. I’m probably not even supposed to be in here. Besides, the ass-hat is on the other side of that bathroom. Total turn-off.”

Alice was never one to turn down sex. I was taken aback at first, but then felt a rush of relief flood me. My ladybits probably still smelled like manjuice. Edward’s manjuice. I need that cock in my mouth so bad. I mentally slapped myself. What the fuck? Did you not just crawl out of a bed full of cock? And your beautiful girlfriend is sitting right here!

I regained my composure. “Oh, shit. Right, I forgot. Get out of here, I’ll shower and meet you next door in a little bit.”

Suddenly, she climbed on top of me, pushing me down on the bed. She put one hand on each of my hips and kissed me through my pants right on my soaking box.
“See ya down there,” she winked before skipping out the door.

Well, fuck me very much.

I lay in bed, paralyzed and totally mindfucked.

I loved Alice. But Edward... and his cock, Jesus! It was something else being with him. I couldn’t tell what it was, after Mike Newton was such a disappointment; but being with him was different. It was like he knew exactly how to please me, exactly what I wanted. And the way he filled me... God, it was so satisfying.

I forced myself off the bed and stumbled towards the bathroom. The heady mix of Alice’s lips kissing me over my yoga pants and the utter stupidity of my feelings for Edward made me dizzy.

I stripped and started the water. I stood over the sink as I waited for the shower to warm up. Flashes of Edward fucking me against the bathroom wall -- on two different occasions -- washed over me. The feel of his mouth on my breasts, the cold tile against my back, his hands roughly peeling away my clothing, his cock rubbing and stroking me...

Oh, fuck it, I thought, I’m never going to fuck Edward again and since Alice is hell bent on pretending to be a virgin this weekend...

I stepped into the shower. Fuck, no showerhead. Guess we’re gonna have to do this the old fashioned way.

I flipped the water from shower to bath and took a seat in the tub. I hadn’t done this since high school, but whatever. I tested the water temperature with my hand and schooched myself further down into the tub. I aligned myself underneath the stream of warm water and let it pound into me. I tried to focus my brain on Alice. I thought about our first time with her double-ended dildo. The sensation of stretching to be filled by something so large -- well, it seemed large until I met Edward. Bella, focus. Dildo. You like pussy.

I remembered the feel of her lips meeting mine, the wetness that spread as we mutually rocked each other. It was nothing like what it was like when Edward slammed into me, but still.

Fuck, is this a pity fap?

I gave up the ruse and allowed my mind to wander.  I imagined Edward fucking me senseless on a beach, the waves crashing against the sand. His long fingers dexterously stroking my clit as he slid in and out of me.  His slight stubble would scratch my face as he kissed me fiercely...

The water poured over me relentlessly, and I saw fucking stars as I felt myself coil and release, letting out an embarrassingly loud moan.

The bathroom door swung open.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?” A velvet voice brought me back down to earth.

It’s Edward. Of course. I jumped out from under the faucet and tried to cover my nakedness with my hands.

“Edward! Get out of here!” I squirmed.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m taking a bath, ass-hat. Now fuck off.”

“That’s not what it looks like. Besides, it sounded like you were crying.” He chuckled at me.

“Whatever, Edward. I was beating it, okay? Can you go now so I can get dressed?”

“Sure thing,” he laughed again and closed the door behind him.

I had to get out of here, and fast.

After I dressed, I made my way downstairs. Esme was in the kitchen with a full breakfast spread.

“Good morning, Mrs. Cullen,” I greeted her.

“Please, Bella, Esme is fine.”

“Of course,” I said.

“Would you like something to eat, sweetheart?”

“Yes, please. I’m starving.”

“Alright, I’ll make you up a plate. I’ll bring it down to the courts. Alice is already down there hitting some balls.”

I suppressed a snicker and thanked her.

I walked down the short walk and over to the neighbor’s house. I felt a little weird because I had no idea who even lived here. But I followed the distinct sound of Alice adorable grunts as she hit the balls with her racket.

It was kind of turning me on, actually.

I made it out back behind the grandiose house, and sure enough, there were two tennis courts -- next to a pool. Who has this kind of money in Forks? I wondered.

Alice was prancing around the court with Carlisle. He was wearing a pretty tasteful pair of athletic shorts, but I still couldn’t keep my eyes away from his package. I guess I had some crazy cock fixation now. I ripped my eyes away from my girlfriend’s father’s junk.

Alice looked positively pornographic. I kept getting glimpses of those spanks, as she called them. That pert little ass and those toned legs had me drooling, and I almost didn’t care who saw. She was so beautiful, and I was damn lucky to have her. This family had some really good jeans. I mean, genes. Fuck.

Esme showed up and put a heaping plate of eggs, bacon and pancakes in front of me.

“Thanks, Esme. You really didn’t have to.”

“I know. I wanted to. You’re getting to be like family around here.” I tried to ignore the possible implication she was making and cut into my pancakes.

“B!” Alice shouted from the court. “Get out here!” I shook my head. I was definitely not athletically inclined. Alice, on the other hand was great at sports. She had a lot of control over her body. I wondered if her brother was equally talented. He’s talented at other things, Bells. I pinched the inside of my forearm under the table. Feel the pain, Swan. You deserve it.

“Aw, come on, Bella. Please?” She whined.

“No, baby. I think I’ll just watch. You already have me signed up for swing lessons,” I knew I shouldn’t have dragged an old fight into this, but there is no way in hell I was going to make a fool out of myself on that court in front of her whole family. Especially Edward. Where was he?

“Okay, sugar,” she shrugged leaving off the ‘tits’ at the end of my usual nickname. She swatted a yellow ball in her father’s direction. I ignored the jiggle in his pants.

“Next time,” I conceded and dug into my food.

I watched Alice kick Carlisle’s ass for a while, but the flash of buttcheek I was getting on every stroke of her racket was like waving a bottle of wine in a alcoholic’s face. I needed sex, and bad. I was so confused as to why Alice had refused me this morning. True, it had turned out to be a good thing for me. Saved me from the embarrassment of explaining why there was jizz all up in my stuff, but still. It wasn’t like her to turn down some nookie. Ever. 

Maybe I was becoming one of those people who becomes suspicious of their partners after they themselves have cheated. Deflection, or something. But I was really bothered. And it wasn’t like she didn’t know she was teasing the fuck out of me by flaunting her sexiness like this.

Ugh.

I decided to take a walk to clear my head.

I made a gesture at Alice like I was going to go make a phone call and thanked Esme again for breakfast.

The house was nestled deep in the woods. I picked a random direction and started walking, hoping to get lost. Or maybe killed by a ravenous wolf. I deserved to die for the stupid shit I’d pulled in the last couple of days.

I walked for a long time, not thinking about anything. I just listened to my breath, the sounds of twigs snapping beneath my feet, birds chirping off in the distance. It was nice to escape from everything for a minute. I felt free. Maybe I’d never have to go back.

When I wasn't looking, my toe caught on a rogue branch, and I tripped. I hit the ground, scraping my knee on the way down. It didn’t hurt much, I was used to minor injuries. But when I saw the blood, I couldn’t help myself. The tears came.

I just sat down in the woods and cried. I hated myself. I was mad at myself for hurting Alice and dragging Edward along. I was confused as fuck and didn’t know what I wanted.  I put my head in my hands and just sobbed.

A hand came down on my shoulder. “Will you stop crying today, already?”

I yelped.

“Fuck, Edward! What the fuck! Did you follow me? And I wasn’t crying earlier today. I was cumming. So shut up.” My words came out in a rush and I felt myself redden.

“I didn’t follow you, per se.”

“So, what then?”

“I just hiked in the same general direction as you did.”

“Right,” I said as I wiped away my tears.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked as he crouched down next to me.

“Nothing, just a scrape.”

“Let me see,” he coaxed.

“Oh right, you’re a doctor.”

“Yeah, and I specialize in scraped knees.” He was being cute and sweet. Nothing like the ass-hat Alice had made him out to be.  He handled my leg gently, cradling it and wiping the dirt off from my wound. I cringed. “You’ll be okay, we can just bandage this up when...” his face was dangerously close to mine.

Not again, Swan, I warned myself.

“Edward, I can’t. I love Alice. This isn’t right.”

“No one has to know, Bella. It’s just... I just can’t seem to stay away from you. I can’t explain it. I just need to be near you.  I need to have you.”

I sighed heavily. He saw my resolve weakening. “Bella. Please,” he breathed at me and before I could think to say anything more, I felt his mouth on mine.

He was gentler with me this time, slower. Maybe it was the quiet of the outdoors, or the fact that he knew my knee was injured, but rather than stripping me down as fast as possible like he had the past three -- Jesus, three?! -- times we had sex, he just kind of held me as he kissed me.

I melted into his touch. His large hands cupped my face as he deepened the kiss.  I felt small and delicate under his touch.

“God, Bella. So beautiful,” he crooned into my neck as he kissed his way down. His hands roamed over my body. He pet my tits through my thin tee shirt and I could feel my nipples harden beneath them. As he licked and sucked my neck, his thumbs slowly made circles over my breasts.

“Edward,” I moaned as  my hands snaked under his t-shirt. I felt along his rock hard abs and chest as he lifted my shirt off me. The wet kisses he left on my neck and chest felt cool in the open air. A pleasurable shiver ran through me.

Edward removed his jacket and smoothed it out behind me. “Lie down, Bella,” he demanded. “I’m going to make you scream.”

I reclined onto the hard, cold earth, shivers running through me at his words.

“Don’t worry, baby, you’ll be warm in no time.” Edward hovered over me, kissing me from shoulder to navel. Just when I thought he was about to make it to the promised land, he reversed his route and kissed his way back up. He pulled back one of my bra cups and took my nipple in his mouth. He kneaded the other breast with his hand. “Ah! Edward,” I whined as he bit down gently.

Finally, finally, his hands ran down my sides and over my thighs. He unzipped my jeans and slowly eased me out of them, careful of my knee. He timidly ran his hands over my panties, and I felt like screaming already. I didn’t know why he was being so shy all of a sudden. I mean, he fucked me in the bathroom of the LGR, for Christ’s sake! But I didn’t say anything, I just lay there still, enjoying the feel of Edward’s fingers lightly stroking me.

He kissed my stomach and along the waistband of my black lace panties. He looked up at me, his eyes smoldering. For the first time it looked like he was asking my permission.
“Please,” I panted and ground my hips towards his mouth.

“Do you even know how fucking sexy you are, Bella?” He slid my panties down my legs and touched me for the first time in earnest. He rubbed my clit in slow circles and I shifted my hips again. He kissed down my public bone and suddenly I felt him pushing a finger into me. I cried out.

His hot mouth was on me -- lapping, licking, sucking, kissing. It was fucking exquisite. He pumped one finger and then two. In and out, I burned with desire. The movement of his tongue made me lose my breath and my eyes rolled back into my head.

His rough stubble brushed against my inner thigh and that was my undoing. Edward hooked his fingers inside me, and I exploded. He hummed something unintelligible into my heat as I let out a long, blood-curdling cry.

“Told you I’d make you scream,” he grinned proudly.

“You didn’t lie.” I moaned.

He kissed my stomach and rubbed my tits as I came down.

“So,” I blushed.

“Yes,” he asked, looking up at me. Unable to articulate what I wanted to do, I pulled him up and started kissing him. I raised his arms and pulled his shirt off over his head. I pushed him down onto the spot where I had just been lying and began kissing his chest. I let my lips wander over his abs and down his happy trail. I started shaking.

I reached for his belt buckle and my hands were trembling. Am I about to blow this guy? I had no idea what I was doing. I had no experience in this department to speak of, and beside my fantasies and a few run-ins with Jessica’s porn collection, I didn’t even really know what a blowjob even entailed.

Edward rested his hand over mine. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to. Let me try.” I said, hesitantly looking him in the eye.

“Okay,” he replied. He helped me undo his belt, but I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans myself. I yanked them off and tossed them aside, trying my best to steel my confidence.

There he was, lying in the middle of the forest in nothing but his boxers. I was about to see his dick. Up close and personal.

I touched it over his boxers, mimicking what he had done to me earlier. He hummed in pleasure.  I slid my hands inside the elastic band of his boxers. I grasped his cock and slid my hands up and down, once again wondering at the feel of it. It was such a unique experience...

I pulled his boxers down and tossed them on top of his pants. I took a deep breath and looked at it.

It wasn’t so bad. It definitely wasn’t the most attractive thing I’d ever seen, but I was surprised that I wasn’t immediately disgusted by it. 

I stroked him up and down again and then bent over to kiss it. Just the tip.

Okay, I thought, I can do this.

I kneeled between his legs and took him in my mouth. He tasted amazing. He was slightly salty, thick, and hot. I swirled my tongue around the tip and eased his length further between my lips. I loved the feel of him inside my mouth.

I couldn’t fit him all the way in, but the feel of him hitting the back of my throat made me dripping wet again. I moaned as I bobbed up and down. I pumped what I couldn’t fit in my mouth with one hand and I fingered my clit with the other. I couldn't help it. The feel of him, the blood rushing below the surface, the hardness, the flavor, it was all so erotic, I had to touch myself.

For a lesbian, this was so hot.

I looked up at him and his eyes were squeezed shut, his brows furrowed, his lip caught between his teeth -- the picture of pleasure.

“Fuck, Bella, I’m so close!” He shouted. “Don’t let me cum yet, I need you.”

Suddenly he yanked me off him and grasped me by the hips. He parted my legs and made me straddle him.  I was hovering over him, his hard on brushing against my folds.

“Hold on,” he whispered roughly. He reached over and pulled something out of the pocket of his jeans. It was a foil packet, a condom. I knew what they looked like, I had blown them up like balloons in high school, but obviously had never used one.

“You came prepared,” I joked.

“Boy scout,” he said as he ripped the wrapper open with his teeth.
I couldn’t watch him put in on, so I just looked at his face, his forehead wrinkled as he focused on the task.

“Bella, now,” he ground out as he helped me lower myself onto him. It felt like heaven. I think I might have actually blacked out for a second. He stretched and filled me. I felt so complete.

I moved slowly at first, feeling a bit shy. I felt so exposed on top of him like this. But I also felt so powerful. I pressed my hands onto his chest and quickened my pace slightly. It was cold out but I could feel the beads of sweat start to form on the back of my neck.

The feel of Edward’s chest hair beneath my fingers was so sexy -- so different than anything I’d ever felt before. I looked down at him and his mouth was popped open as he panted.

I couldn’t believe that I was making a man feel this good, and that made me even more turned on.

I rode him as he held me by the hips. His hands were all over me. He caught my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He gripped my ribcage. He pulled me to him and kissed me, weaving his fingers into my hair.

What had started out as soft and gentle, became rough and needy. The more I felt him move inside me, the more I wanted from him.

“More, Edward,” I moaned, practically unable to think.

He rocked me rhythmically, sliding into me and against me.  He slammed into me, but it was not without tenderness. His hands splayed out against my back as he nibbled on my ear lobe and grunted.

He held me so tightly against him, and when he reached down and grabbed my ass, I felt the sweet fire of my second orgasm start to build.

“Edward. Edward. Edward.” I panted as he drew me closer. Closer.

“Cum for me, Bella. Cum.” He demanded. That did it, I squeezed around him.

He held me tight against his chest as I came. A string of expletives poured from my lips, this was like nothing I’d ever felt before.

“I’m not nearly done with you,” Edward whispered as he flipped me over onto my back. I thought that kind of sex move only happened in the movies, but he stayed inside me as he turned me over.

He stilled himself as he kissed me. Slowly, he started moving against me.
“Ahh,” I breathed as I felt him start to stir inside me. I was so sensitive. I didn’t know if I could take it, it was almost too much. But he kept his strokes slow and deliberate, and soon I was aching for more.

“Deeper, Edward, please.” I cried. I was becoming so demanding in bed. In... forest?

He pushed further into me. Fuck, this felt so good.

“Deeper, more.” I moaned.

“If you say so,” he said, almost threateningly. He lifted one of my legs and hooked it over his shoulder. I was almost bent in half, pinned beneath him. He was right, this angle was so much deeper, he was really hitting the spot. I wrapped my other leg around him.

It was unbelievable, but... could it really be that I was about to cum for a third time?

Impossible, but true. As he pounded into me, kissed my neck, stroked my hair, caressed my breasts... the fire burned. I felt myself tightening again.

“Uhhhng,” he groaned in my ear. “Bellaaaa.”

I released as I felt him pulse inside me. I was fucking spent, he had taken everything I had.

After he pulled out, he dropped down beside me, pulling me onto his chest. He was so massive; I felt so tiny next to him, so protected. I had never felt like less of a woman because I was with Alice, but being with Edward made me feel so... feminine. It was nice. I listened to the thrum of his heart beat for a while before either of us spoke. 

“Bella,” he sighed.

“Yes?”

“Nothing, I just like saying your name. Bella.”

“Well, you shouldn’t.” And just like that, the moment slipped away. “I should be getting back. Alice will be wondering where I am.” I rolled off of him and covered myself in his jacket.

“Okay,” he groaned and stood up. I still couldn’t look at him naked. The idea of seeing a flaccid penis revolted me. But when it was hard...

Fuck, okay.

I looked around for my panties, but I couldn’t find them. I figured they must be lost in the underbrush and I didn’t want to put on dusty undies anyway, so I pulled my jeans on without them and clasped my bra. Edward handed me my shirt.

“Um, I'll see you later, Bella.”

“Yeah,” I replied, still not able to look at him.

I made my way back to the neighbor’s house. Alice was still on the tennis court. How long had she been playing? Her father had taken a seat at the table where I had breakfast and was sipping what looked suspiciously like an Old Fashioned. It was a little early for cocktail hour, but who was I to judge. Mmm, cock-tail.

I took a seat next to Carlisle. “Hi Bella. Where did you run off to?”

“Just took a little walk in the woods. It’s beautiful.”

“Certainly is. Would you like one?” He asked shaking the ice around in his glass. I nodded my head noncommittally.

“Esme!” He hollered. “Can we please have two more of these?”

I was so distracted by the promise of an alcoholic beverage that looked strong enough to give me a lobotomy, that I didn’t even notice that Alice had a new partner on the court. It was the blonde from the funeral: Rosalie Hale. Holy fuck.

Edward made his way out from the giant house carrying two Old Fashioneds in one hand and a bottle of water in the other.

“Order up,” he said and placed the drinks on the table.

“Now where have you been all morning, son?”

“Uh, just wanted to get a good work out in.” Edward said, looking anywhere but at his father. He took the seat at the table next to me.  He gulped down the water, looking over at the court.  Suddenly, he choked and started coughing. Carlisle and I exchanged an confused look.

“Son, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Carlisle got up, but Edward waved him off, even as his face reddened, and he continued coughing.

“I’m fine.  Just…” He took a few deep breaths to calm down, looking at me.  “Didn’t expect our present company.”  Suddenly, I heard Rosalie squeal and I turned to see her jumping up and down.

“Looks like I’m next,” Carlisle said, setting down his drink. Alice stuck her tongue out at Rosalie and threw her racket on the concrete before making her way toward us.  “Don’t be rough on Alice, Edward.  You know how sore she can be.”

Hearing Carlisle say “sore” made me turn beet red.  No one could be more sore than I was right now.  

“I can’t believe that bitch is here.” Edward growled through gritted teeth as Alice neared us. “Jasper said she’d gone into town.”

“Who, Rosalie?” I whispered back.

“Yes, Rosalie,” he spat. “I told her when we broke up that I never wanted to see her again.”

“You guys dated?”

“Yeah, until I walked in on her and Alice kissing.”