Don't Look / No Promises

Nine

Bella

She let him take her virginity before the party, not after.

She wasn’t a complete cliche. Just sort of one.

Toeing the line. Tugging on the ropes. The good girl, falling in with the wrong crowd. The straight A student who got a boyfriend and started smoking weed and was all of a sudden bringing home C’s that she didn’t show to her father. She wore her purple ruffly girl pajamas to bed and then changed into black before she slipped out her window and ran down the street to where the Thunderbird was idling with the headlights off at the end of the block. She climbed back into bed at daybreak, drunk on kisses and groping and maybe some alcohol too, but mostly just Edward and his mouth and his curious fingers and his Bird.

He taught her a lot in that car.

He taught her how to lick his cock, panting yes, no, not like that, like this, yeah harder baby, faster, suck it, suck it deep, hold on doll, good girl, fuck yes. Taught her how to pull his hair, scratch his face, bite me baby, bite me everywhere, I want all those other girls to know that I belong to someone, to you, bite me, bite me again. Taught her how to sit in his lap and grind on him, skin to cloth to cloth to skin, and get off on me doll, rub that sweet pussy of yours on me, fuck, fuck, god you feel so fucking good, ride it baby, ride it.

She had bruises on the back of her hips from the steering wheel behind her.

Bruises on her nipples from his teeth and his hands.

Bruises on her lips from his mouth.

So, when she tried on her dress, the one she bought two months ago with Rose and Alice at some store in the mall, the one that matched theirs and they’d all looked so perfect together, everything was sore and achey and it wasn’t her wearing the dress at all. The girl who bought that dress was gone. The woman in the mirror, the one wearing it now, she was new. Almost a stranger.

“You can’t wear that.” Her father was leaning in the doorway, glaring at the dress.

“I have to. It’s all I’ve got.”

“You have a closet full of clothing. Find something else.”

“Dad-”

“You heard me. That Cullen kid coming to pick you up?”

Bella nodded.

“He treating you decent?”

She nodded again, this time a little more enthusiastically. Was he ever.

“Well, that’s good. But no boy is gonna mind his manners while you’re dressed like that. Change. Now.”

Bella huffed loudly and barely resisted stomping her foot. Her father shot her a sharp eye.

“Don’t make me arrest him. It’ll ruin your whole night.”

Bella was changed and waiting on the front step when Edward showed, pulling the Bird up to the curb. She was in the car before he could even make it out of his door.

“I ain’t meeting the old man tonight?” he asked, sitting back down behind the wheel.

“No way. He’s in a mood.”

“We still going to this dreadful thing? Or can I change your mind?”

“We have to go. I want to show you off.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you. You clean up nice.” He was wearing a black suit jacket and a crisp white shirt and had his hair oiled back and that one curl flopping in his face and a massive belt buckle sitting right over his crotch. A long skinny black tie and he’d shaven, looked older, leaner, suave with that suit on.

All black. All guy. All putting her to shame.

Jaws were gonna drop.

“Drive slow,” she commanded. “I gotta change.”

“That so?” he asked.

Bella pulled the short silver dress out of her bag and crawled into the backseat, eyeing Edward through the rearview.

“Don’t look,” she said.

“No promises,” he laughed.

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Edward

She stripped down naked in his backseat and expected him not to look.

She obviously thought a lot more highly of him than she probably should.

Before she even got that new dress on over her head, he had the car parked somewhere dark and shaded and off the road just enough to kiss the shit outta her for a little while. He dove into the backseat and yanked the dress out of her hands, tossing it aside, reaching for her to feel around on all this new naked skin of hers. The way her ribs shifted and her hips twisted and her blood pumped thump thump thump in her wrists as he drug her closer.

“You feel motherfucking incredible,” he groaned as she sat in his lap. “How’d I get so lucky?”

“Chance,” she said. “One in a million.” She undid his belt.

“I’m such a bastard.”

“No,” she sighed, tugging his zipper tooth by tooth.

“I am. A lucky bastard.”

“Wanna get lucky, bastard?” She smirked at him, digging him free and toying with the elastic the of her underwear, tugging it aside.

“God, yes.”

“Then get lucky,” she whispered, rubbing her soft and wet on his hard and hot and oh fuck, he didn’t want to hurt this sweet little thing, but he wanted to eat her too. Swallow her whole, but maybe fondle her a bunch first. His blood was racing and his hands were shaking and he wanted to be gentle for her, wanted to be tender, but he wanted her too bad to mind his manners and he was a savage. A bastard. A lucky fucking bastard.

He stopped her just before she could impale herself on him.

“It might hurt,” he panted.

“I don’t care.”

She was heaven. A hot mouthful of blackberry cobbler. The sweet, creamy melt of ice cream. The kiss of the wind when you hit sixty. The golden highway that led to Oz, or hell, or that big pearly cloud in the sky where the old bearded dude gave you a solid clap on the back like atta boy, get that girl and don’t you stop until you got her tight enough to keep her and don’t you ever let go son ‘cause you stumbled across a miracle by accident, total accident, but I’ll let you keep her only so long as you hold on tight.

Bella cried a little when he finally got in. Cried and urged and begged him to go, just go, and don’t stop. He made it quick. Got there fast. For her. For him. She couldn’t take much and he couldn’t last long, not after weeks of pawing her tits and slobbering all over that gap between her legs. He’d taken it slow, real slow, but now was not the time for slow so he was taking it fast. He hoisted her to her knees, pumped strong and quick half a dozen times and tugged out before he spilled, stroking himself with a tight fist until he came all over her bare stomach and her tits.

“Sorry, he grunted, “didn’t know what else to do.” He searched for something to wipe her down, the skirt she’d been wearing when she got into the Bird, and she laughed at him as he cleaned her up.

“You make the cutest face when you-”

“Don’t even start. You should see yours. In fact . . .” He grabbed her, tugged her close and slipped his hand underneath her ass, between her legs. “I wanna see it again. A couple of times.”

Just once, right now. He was saving the others for later.

When they pulled up in the Bird, everyone was staring. Groups of suits and dresses, all eyes, all whispers, all hiding their mouths behind their hands and none of them blinking. Didn’t want to miss a second, those gawkers.

“They’re staring,” he whispered in her ear as he pulled her from the car, tugging the hem of her dress lower ‘cause he didn’t want any of these fuckers getting a glimpse of what he’d just had his hands all over.

“Let them.” She took his hand and marched right through the crowd, parted that shit like this sea was red and she talked to God on the direct line. She was glowing. Like, really glowing. The sex glow girls get when they’ve gotten off a few times and are in love with the guy who did it to them. That guy was him and it put a grin on Edward’s face he didn’t even care to wipe off. He tugged her out onto the dance floor, not much for dancing, pretty useless at it actually, but he was using every excuse he could lately to get his hands on her.

“I’m falling hard for you, doll. Fast.”

“Freefall?” she asked.

“No ‘shute.”

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AN: I got so many flailing comments from Hadley on this chapter, I'm pretty sure it's her favorite. I'm kind of partial to one of the approaching chapters though, wait for it, wait for it . . .