FreshSqueezedLemons

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A lb of Door: One.

Pairing: Bella / Paul

Rating: MA

TheMightyRen

 

PLEASE NOTE: lb is an abbreviation for POUND. Think about the story title...

 

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She stood, no more than twenty feet away from him. His friends were all dotted around the house. He was the bad boy of the group, of course. You just knew, the moment you met him, walked past him in the street or, in Bella’s case, of course, when you face-planted him in the chest, stumbling along the sidewalk. Straight away she knew he was ‘trouble’. The kind of trouble her father had warned her to keep away from.

 

Her mom of course told her the complete opposite, ‘Now, don’t get me wrong, Bella. You don’t want to marry him but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have some fun.’ She had warned her that she should not invest her heart in a bad boy it was more than likely she would get hurt but that usually the sex was well worth it, in her opinion. Bella shuddered at the thought of her mother giving her sex tips again. She may have found them useful but still it just wasn’t the point.

 

Bella tried not to look anti-social but the whole point she had come was because he had asked and her, and he was across the room playing with “Marilyn Manson’s” hair... Well it was either Marilyn Manson or a really bad, Cher.

 

Fuck this, she thought as she knocked back the last of her Magotini and headed for the bathroom. Standing infront of the mirror she fidgeted her boobs in the tight white shirt before smoothing down her skirt. She was playing with fire, she knew she was but really she had thought there would have been some reaction, for heaven’s sakes.

 

Picking up her purse, which she had customised herself to look like a small pile of books, tied with a red satin ribbon, which coincidently matched her underwear and lipstick, the bra was almost visible. He’d asked her to forgo the panties but there was no way she was doing that. If she had done she would have felt like a slut. She really wasn’t. It was just him, he did something to her that just made her... different.

 

She had decided to go with plan B, which was ‘fuck him’. Really there wasn’t a hope in hell of getting him away from that drag queen for some reason; he was stuck to her like glue. Bella headed down to the kitchen, everywhere was packed, that was part of the reason she stayed away from these kinds of things. From nowhere Paddy Collins was infront of her.

 

“Bella! WOW! You make one hot teacher.” Bella gave him a tight lipped smile and nodded, not really wanting to talk to him, she just pointed over to the kitchen counter,

 

“Umm. I’m just getting a drink I’ll talk to you later, right?” She smiled and slipped away. There was no possible way he would remember what she said to him. She took another step before she felt strong hands on her hips.

 

“You look great tonight Bella.” She turned around and looked up. The voice hadn’t quite been right but he was so lovely she couldn’t help but smile. Goodness what a smile he had.

 

“Jake. Hey! Thank you.” She smiled, giving him the once over, “What did you come as?” He frowned and looked around over the crowd and then turned her around and pointed at Quil, who was crowd surfing wearing a cowboy hat. “Ahhh. Right. Cool.” Bella just thought of a million inappropriate things to say to her ex-boyfriend about bucking broncos, and riding, and cowgirls. Predominantly how she wouldn’t mind seeing him in just that hat. That was a lip-licking worthy thought.

 

“Anyway, I better let you get back to your date.” He said a little hopefully. She laughed, a date, that’s a joke, but she wasn’t going to encourage him, things had ended on friendly terms and she didn’t want to mess that up.

 

“You too, see you later.” She said as she slipped away. This drink had better be worth it! She thought, reaching the counter, finally. Some guy that she’d seen around offered to make her a Brain Haemorrhage she nodded, not really giving a shit what it was, and knocked the majority of it back as soon as he handed her the transparent plastic cup.  Looking down into the glass she swung the last gulp around, watching the colours blur and mix. As she brought the glass to her lips she heard ‘the voice’ behind her, a body pushed flush against her back.

 

“You came.” He whispered before pulling her backwards into a small dark room off the kitchen. Those hands she knew, with or without the deep rumbling voice. His vice-like grip, the tell tale ‘yank’. Not quite enough to hurt ever but enough to be certain of who it was. “I didn’t see you with a date.” He pushed the door closed and pushed her body up against it. Bella turned her face turned to the side so she could watch him, it was too dark though.

 

“No, Jacob presumed.” Paul grunted into her neck, his hands all over her, kneading, squeezing her flesh as she instinctively reached back holding any part of him she too could reach. She could feel his hot breath through the starched cotton of her shirt.

 

“Connor’s right you do make a fuck hot teacher.” She didn’t open her mouth to protest he knew, the smart arse. She just shook her head. Feeling his weight pressed against her back did strange things to her brain.

 

Gathering up her skirt he slinked a hand underneath and over her thigh so he held her sex in the palm of his hand. “Don’t move.” He all but growled at her, kissing her briefly, pushing his tongue into her mouth. He pulled away and bent down behind her. “Not one muscle,” he said into the soft skin at the back of her thigh. Leaning down further she felt his teeth graze the back of her right knee before he slowly worked his way up the back of both thighs he kissed and bit a trail until her skirt got in the way, sounding his frustration he shoved the rest of her skirt up higher out of his way until he found the string of her thong, gripping her hips forcefully before sucking at the skin just below it. That was the thing she loved, he wasn’t gentle. Yes she was a tiny woman but it wasn’t like she was made from glass. Feeling his lips work their way across the rump of her ass before his teeth grazed the skin, he bit down and she moaned, trembling lightly, his hands stroked up her thighs pushing her legs apart, shifting herself slightly so she was more balanced as he passed his index finger along her lips at the apex of her thighs, barely touching her she arched herself into him, his hot breath passing over her. He didn’t linger there like she hoped though he took the string of her panties between his teeth he pulled it back, snapping it against her. She heard a slide and a click. Wriggling her feet she tried to glance back at him before he spoke again, “I told you, Swan. Don’t fuckin’ move.” He shoved her into the door, proving a point. “I also told you: No panties. Remember me saying that?” She felt cold metal on her thigh and then a quick tug. He breathed in deeply, sighing. “Hmmm.” He grunted into the skin of her ass as he kissed his way across the swell again; with his hand resting on her thigh, the cold metal still in the palm of his hand, she realised what he had done.

 

Fucker! She fumed, her eyes narrowing, jaw dropping at his sheer audacity while she snatched herself away from him, spinning around from the door. He was on his knees, level with her wet core. How does he do thisss! She hissed silently. I HATE HIM! Of course he just smirked and licked his bottom lip, raising his eyebrows to her, her skirt still hiked up over her hips, her red thong held firmly in the same hand he held the pen-knife.

 

Using his thumb he pushed at her nub, quickly sucking it into his mouth. Jerking back away from him she yanked the skirt down and back into place. His hands were so big and warm and she really tried not to think about that, she really did. The things he could do with that tongue. He palmed her thighs, bringing her a little closer to his face, she should have known, she didn’t even realise she was stepping toward him or running her fingers through his hair. His cheek resting on her thigh, he was pulling her closer into him, they were always so hot and cold with one another, feeling his hot breath at her core brought her mind back into focus, not thirty seconds ago she had been pushing him away.

 

“No.” She pushed at his head and Paul dropped back onto his ass. She hadn’t pushed him hard, just enough so she could wriggle her way out of his arms. Seeing his expression just caused her anger to flare, why did she get so boneless around him?

 

“Well that’s a waste, sweetheart.” Bella shifted a little way from the door.

 

“You!” She hissed but she couldn’t think of anything else to say to him and she wanted to say so much. Checking her hair over using her palms she snatched open the door. “I’m not your sweetheart.” She called back at him as she pulled the door closed forcefully with a bang. It was the only thing she could think of that meant anything close to what she felt.

Bella considered leaving the party but damn him to hell, she was sure that was exactly what he was waiting for, he loved to make her feel uncomfortable. She was always clawing onto some sliver of strength around him. She’d was scared of getting lost in a boy again, she had been through the bossy, controlling and come out on the other end, worse for wear for a long time afterwards. It had taken her a long while to get past the ‘fling’ she’d had with a tutor during her first year and even though she knew that this game with Paul was different she certainly didn’t trust him.

 

Back in the kitchen she found a glass and had some water after this she was going to hunt up Embry. Nice, polite, quiet, she didn’t want to make things awkward between her and Jacob. Jake, what a mess she had made there, even their dads had felt the fall out and still he was lovely with her. Turning from the sink she saw Paul standing with Jared and Quil, laughing their asses off through the archway, in the lounge. What did Paul have in his hands? Her lacy red panties, hanging from his thumb. She ground her teeth together. Bella was so angry with him, bad enough he had used a knife to cut them off her but to gloat to his friends, in full view of everybody. They hadn’t even done anything, this time, and goodness knows what he was saying. She didn’t know what to do, looking nervously around the crowded room she was relieved no one was looking directly at her; she wanted to confront him, snatch her panties away from him but seriously she knew she couldn’t, everyone would know they were hers then.

 

At that moment Cher / Manson – whatever she was stalked directly toward Paul. Bickering and cursing under her breath, waving her hands around in the process. There was quite a crowd beginning to gather around them as she was waving her arms in the air, pointing at the thong, still clutched in his palm. What was Paul’s reaction? He laughed, of course. Bella watched the girl lift her hand to slap him, but he caught her hand and pulled her toward him, whispered something in her ear and twirled her away from him, tapping her butt playfully, the girl looked mortified. Bella didn’t hang around to see anymore, she couldn’t be sure that he wouldn’t cause trouble for her. Now she was going home, to bed; because he just wasn’t worth it and neither was anyone else.

 

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Bella slammed her purse down on the bar in the kitchen and worked off her stilettos. It had been a stupid idea to go to that house party. They were all there, ass-hats. She’d heard Jake calling out to her as she left but she didn’t look back, of all the people she didn’t want to talk to him again tonight.

 

As if Paul wasn’t bad enough on his own, he just raised his game when the others were around—typical boy, playing to his audience. Fool, and Jake – shit! Would he recognise the panties? He’d bought them for her. Shit! They were the ones. She rubbed her forehead in exasperation.

 

Paul, he had flirted shamelessly with that scank right infront of her. He had some cheek, as if he didn’t know she was there. No they were not ‘together’, and it wasn’t that which had made her angry, it was the smirks he was sending her over the girls shoulder, the way he licked his lips and then flicked his eyes in her direction. The only reason she went to the bloody part was because he had asked her and then he pretended like she didn’t exist—although, was she ready for that? Was she really prepared for everyone to know that she had been with Paul? Because that’s exactly what people would think. Paul didn’t have relationships. Were they having a relationship? He’d spent more time in her bed than anywhere else recently. No, not a relationship, they were fucking. He was happy, she was happy that’s all that mattered for as long as whatever this was continued between them. It was better he had ignored her.

 

He wanted her to be his secret and she’d called his bluff tonight by going, by dressing up. Everyone thought she was so highly stung, she wasn’t she had just been hurt and tried her best to keep away from everyone. She realised in that moment that it was quite possible he had only said it to see if she would do it and she had.

 

She actually face-palmed herself, she could just see him now, joking with all of them about how she bent to his every whim. He wasn’t the fool – she was.

 

Gahh! She was such an idiot for this guy. She would never learn.

 

Like she said before: Ass-hat. She slammed the black rimmed glasses down next to her bag and pulled the pins from her hair so it fell in loose curls down her back from the tight knot she’d had it in, especially for him, because he said he liked the curvature of her neck. What kind of guy said things like that anyway?

 

Ignoring her pathetic excuse of self, the best she could she retrieved the wine bottle from the refrigerator, fully intending to drown her sorrows with the entire bottle on this ‘oh-so-happy all hallows eve’. She poured it haphazardly into a glass, sloshing it all over the counter.

 

Whatever. She thought, although try-as-she-might she knew she was only seconds from reaching for the dishcloth. In her absolute frustration with herself she knocked the glass back and reached for the cloth anyway, growling before throwing it indigently into the sink when she was finished, she leaned against the counter and folded her arms across her chest. She stood there silently contemplating all the little digs he made at her during their time together. He riled her up so badly.

 

You’re too neat, you need to let go, you worry too much, live a little. Fuckin’ asshole, what did he know anyway?

 

Damn it! He’s such an ass.

 

Why didn’t she like Embry, he was quiet, shy, polite, kind, gentle, funny and smart. She rolled her eyes at herself. No, she fell for the arrogant, irritating, insufferable idiot. Well, maybe not idiot but still. Why am I making excuses for that prick? She found herself wondering. In an unconscious movement she found herself fanning herself and unbuttoning the top few buttons, the wine had made her warm.  She didn’t care she reached for the bottle again and poured another glass.

 

BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ-BUZZ-BUZZ-BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

 

“I’ll get it.” Erin called as she walked through from her room. If she’d have come with her like she promised she would Bella was sure the night would have gone better. Instead she was on Skype with Connor her ‘best friend’ from her home town Cork.

 

Best friend –whatever– they needed a good fuck to get it out of their system, those two could be the best thing ever if they just went for it.

 

The town had a stupid ass name with stupid tall, narrow houses from the photo’s she’d seen. She groaned, everything was fucking stupid tonight annnnnnnnd somehow she had finished the bottle of wine. Well, when the hell did that happen?

 

“Ack!” She heard Erin call from the door, “Bella, it’s for you.” She heard the front door slam and Erin walked back to her room as she padded through the kitchen to the door. Erin was muttering under her breath and shaking her head as she went.

 

She hadn’t even had chance to get to the door before there was a soft knock.

 

Well they say opportunity knocks…

 

She yanked the door open.

 

AND THERE HE STOOD.

 

Half leaning around the door frame, eyebrow raised, smirk firmly in place. OHHH! How I’d love to smack that silly smirk right off his face she thought.

 

Bella dropped her head. Seriously what is this guy’s problem?

 

“What do you want?” He shrugged. Great! He’s being his reliable, helpful self…

 

“I came to see you. You left the party pretty quickly, something bothering you?” His smirk morphed into a smile as he watched her eyes narrow at him.

 

“No.” She was doing more than just answering his question. Forget this I’m opening that other bottle of wine. She considered spinning and heading back to the kitchen but she didn’t want to let him through the door. She could slam the door in his face. Now that is a good idea, just pretend like he doesn’t exist.

 

“So, Isabella.” God she hated the way he said her name, that tone, that fucking voice of his, it made that hair on the back of her neck tickle and her snatch clench anxiously. She should have closed the door when she had chance. A draft blew down the hallway and she shivered, scratching the back of her head as cover. You could never be sure how he would interpret that and he would see it, he never missed a thing. Coupled with the fact, she was drunk and he made her feel all out of sorts she was turning into a bag of nerves. That deep rumbling tone usually told her she was in for all kinds of trouble and now she was mentally rambling all to herself, so she knew that she was in trouble, regardless of how he spoke to her because she was drunk and that was why she was babbling and holy God damn she would almost certainly make a complete fool out of herself infront of him and go along with anything thing that he wanted.

 

Again.

 

“What?” She snapped. The half smirk was back. One day mister I’m going to take that lip and–

 

“I was curious as to know what it was you came dressed as… to the party, I don’t think teacher is quite right.” Licking his lips he stood to his full height, rolling his shoulders back and gave her a once over. She ignored him. Like that was anything new but he made her feel so tiny when he did that, she giggled. Gawwd! She couldn’t believe how drunk she was.

 

“What did you go as?” She redirected his question it came out flirty rather than the superior tone she had been aiming for. He chuckled into his fist. Dickhead.

 

“Oh, I was only there to look after you.” Her jaw dropped. “It’s been a while since you were taken care of properly.” Absolutely insufferable.

 

“Well you did a shitty job, you can leave now.” Her hand curled around the door, she moved to shut it but his hand stretched out and stopped it.

 

He wasn’t going home tonight, he wanted her and she drove him virtually insane the way she tried to hate him. “Opportunity could be knocking at your door very softly,” he said quietly, seriously. Bella frowned; this guy did and said the weirdest things sometimes but he knew she liked it when he got all intellectual on her, he would do all sorts, recite poems, quote songs, sayings from history, whisper things in different languages; he had stopped doing that when she told him she was convinced he was insulting her.

 

“What?” She snapped, she was always snapping at him. He just got on her last nerve.

 

“You said ‘opportunity knocks’, right before you answered the door. So I was just responding to that.” He said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Plus, she knew for a fact she did not say that out loud.

 

“I did not say anything of the sort.”

 

“Yes. You. Did.” Fucking ass hole. Damn me for being drunk. How the hell would he know what I was thinking anyway? Unless… Urghh!

 

“I did not say anything of the sort.” She told him but she couldn’t just leave it there, for once she was going to have the last word. “Anyway the door of opportunity will not remain forever open and I’m sick of this shit that’s going on between us, it’s pathetic.”

 

“What’s the matter with you? Jealous I was giving that tramp my attention, I bet you taste so much better than she does sweetheart. You smell better than she does, you know that right. I was just pushing your buttons.” His face inched toward her, she could feel his warm breath in her mouth. “That’s what I told her, Bella. That I could still taste you, that she didn’t stand a chance against you.”

 

“I thought I was your secret?” Again she’d moved slightly closer, leaning into him.

 

“You are. I won’t share you with anyone.” Dragging his teeth over his bottom lip he smirked, wide and broad, shy almost she thought with the way his head tilted. I wonder…

 

“I just don’t get you.” She barely whispered, her eyes drifted shut, she was sleepy and she could feel he was warm, always warm. It was his thing, he said he’d never let her get cold. Bella felt him palming her hips and pulling her closer toward him, towards that broad, warm chest.

 

See, that was always her problem, she just couldn’t push him away, it was like he controlled some trip-switch in her head that just let him do whatever the hell he wanted, no matter what had happened before, if he had said or done anything to upset her.

 

“I feel very adventurous.” Hearing him lick his lips she leaned a little closer, her nose virtually brushing against his shoulder. “There are so many doors to be opened, and I'm not afraid to look behind them.” She pulled back abruptly, why was everything a competition to him? But Bella knew she had this hands down, she knew quotes, it was one of her ‘things’.

 

“Whatever, a man still has to get up out of his seat and open the door. You are a lazy fuck.” She quipped, it didn’t look as though he was paying all that much attention as he pulled her shirt from inside the skirt, running his thumbs over her exposed skin.

 

“I believe the sign on the door of opportunity reads PUSH.” He quoted back, squeezing her. “I’m more than willing to do a little pushing.” He leaned into her causing her to bend backwards a little arching her body into his, then so they were in contact for as long as possible he pushed his straining erection against her center, nibbling down her neck. Bella wasn’t going to give up, she couldn’t, her hands shook and thighs trembled as she held on to his biceps, pushing her hips against the bulge in his jeans and tried to concentrate on what she was saying.

 

“Well I heard: A small key opens big doors. That’s kinda apt where you’re concerned.” Her voice rising as he pushed against her, not quite giving him the impression she had wanted.

 

“Ohh, burn. You are on a roll tonight. You do realize that you insulted yourself with that one though don’t you?” He was constantly pressing, pushing, touching. Bella didn’t even realize that she was shamelessly grinding herself against him, or the fact she was pulling him further into the apartment after knocking the door closed.

 

“I’m drunk, what can I say.” She shrugged and walked back a few more steps, his hands holding her hips underneath the shirt, her legs hit the side of her bed and he pushed her back, automatically pushing her legs apart. “More wine!” Bella almost squealed, sitting up a little. “The bottle it’s on the counter.” She was feeling a little delirious. He just shook his head and starred down at her, he enjoyed intoxicated Bella, she said and did the strangest things, she was pretty and giggly, the inhibition suited her; her cheeks would stay rosy and he could get away sneaking a lot more kisses than usual; like now, he thought as he dipped down towards her, her eyes were closed too. Hopping off the bed before she could clout him he kicked her door closed and shrugged out of his jacket dropping it on her desk chair, flicking the spotlight on.

 

Leaning up on her elbows she watched him as he moved around her room – like he belonged. Walking over to her window he pulled the blind shut, she watched him turn and smirk at her, slowly it seemed he walked the few steps to the bed, lowering herself as he got closer before he bent toward her; their mouths hovering just a fraction apart, she could feel his breath on her chin, slightly heavier than normal. She loved that he responded to her, he was such a ‘guy’ always acting like one of the lads, she knew it was something he would never confess too. It gave her a small amount of reassurance that she wasn’t the only one that could get lost in the other, reaching her hands up to cradle his jaw and tug him down toward her. In moments like this she could almost say she adored him, the good, the bad, the asshole, the jerk. He could be sensitive. The way he pressed his lips to hers chastely at times like this was proof.

 

Suddenly she found her second wind, she didn’t want softly-softly, she wanted her bad-boy, he pressed his lips to hers again she pulled his upper lip into her mouth and bit down, it was like poking a stick at a bear. He groaned, pushing his tongue into her mouth, that feeling, kissing him upside down, she loved it.

 

He pulled away whispering to her, “When the doors of opportunity swing open, we must make sure that we are not too drunk or too indifferent to walk through.  I heard that once.” She was sure he would be able to tell that she was still lost in his lips, when he kissed her like that, with complete abandon he made her feel warm all over, “You’re not too drunk are you, Isabella?” There was that pussy clenching tone again, almost a purr. She was responding before she’d given herself chance to think, another stupid decision.

 

“The door of opportunity is wide open if you are prepared.” He moved so he sat next to her head, on the edge of the bed, she looked over at him, he could see the way she looked at him, full of satisfaction, pride, lust. Damn, she was drunk. Leaning over her he backed her down toward the bed so she was lying flat, her eyes wide as she swallowed awkwardly. Kissing from her chin, along her jaw to her ear he trailed his hand from her shoulder down between the valley of her breasts, fingering the cotton of her shirt as he ghosted down toward her navel.

The room silent with the exception of the noise their joined mouths made, and their heavy breaths, his tongue sliding gently along hers. Sleepy and drunk, he could really take his time with her. “You are the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” He whispered so quietly she wouldn’t hear. Her hands resting on his shoulders tightened and for a moment he wondered if she had heard him and he pulled his lips away looking down at her, her eyes were closed gently before she sighed, dug her nails slightly into his shoulders and pushed her face into his chest under his jaw. It always puzzled him, the reason why she would do that and she held him so tightly. It baffled him because she was strong, independent woman; she could give him as good as he gave her so why did she do that. It wasn’t just need or want that made her hold him that way, there was something else and he wasn’t sure if he wanted her to confide in him. Kissing the top of her head he smoothed his hand over her hair from her crown all the way down her back; reaching her butt he grasped her one handed and ground himself against her. He didn’t need all that emotional shit and she never wanted it, she always made that clear.

 

Shifting so his body could lay over hers he pressed her flat against the bed, settling between her thighs, gasping when she felt him hard against her stomach. “Oh.” She moaned as he bit down on her shoulder. “You’re ready.” She gasped, gripping him though his jeans. Coherent Bella must have passed out and been left somewhere in the foyer because this one was spouting all kinds of stuff she would never usually say, not even to him. At least not out loud, certainly not while Erin was in the next room.

 

“That’s not what you were saying a minute ago baby.” He chuckled, working another button undone on her shirt.

 

“I changed my mind.” Bella told him breathlessly, tugging his hair so he lifted his face from leaving marks on the swell of her breast so she could kiss him and began pulling at his dark blue sweater, hands rubbing all over the warmth of his chest.

 

“You always change your mind.” He half groaned, thrusting against her before bringing his lips back to hers, this time forcing his tongue into her mouth, claiming it with every caress.

 

“It’s your fault, always your fault.” She told him seriously as her hand searched for the button of his jeans, having given up on the sweater when he wouldn’t lift his arms; finding the button it she pushed it down and with a flick of her thumb she had the fly open and her hands buried in the warmth of his groin.

 

“I know, I’m sorry.” He muttered against his lips, grunting again; the girl had his dick in her hands he was hardly going to argue.

 

“You’re not sorry.” She knew he wasn’t sorry, he would just say it to pacify her. When he did it he only made her think he was trying to shut her up so they could get on with fooling around.

 

“No, not even a little bit baby.” He admitted lifting her hips again, pushing her skirt down her legs, “You look hot tonight B.” With his hands on her thighs she felt the urgency and she sat up with him to push his jeans down as far as they would go, pushing him backwards off the bed and she was on her hands and knees infront of him. When he straightened they hit the floor with a thud, his keys and change knock together in his pockets. Grabbing his hips she pulled him back towards her, angling her face to take the head of his cock into her mouth. She sucked it all the way in, right to the back of her throat in one quick, slick movement. “Ungh, B.” Pulling the hair on the top of her head while he held it tight in his fist, just to get that little deeper. With her tongue working the underneath of his shaft sliding along his length; she sucked and pulled on him a few times before his thighs began to quake, rubbing against that part until he couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed at her shoulders, “Up.” He told her.

 

Detaching her mouth from him with a swift kiss and small suck, grazing her teeth over the glan’s before looking up at him with those big dark eyes, he considered for a moment that she looked a little angry at him for disturbing her, he didn’t think on it long and tangled his tongue with hers, worshiped her swollen lips. Shaking himself from his trousers he deftly working the last two buttons of her shirt; pushing it down her shoulders while she squeezed, pulled and pumped at his erection. Desperately she pushed it down toward her swollen nub, she could feel the blood rushing through it. Aligning the head he pushed it between her lips and rubbed against her, Bella was holding her breath; anticipating his every movement, Paul too could feel the urgency as he grabbed her ass thrusting against her again and again, moving easier with each stroke as they moaned into each other’s mouths. She listened to him suck in a sharp breath through his teeth when she squeezed her thighs together. Nestled between them it was enough for him to loose his rhythm, he grumbled something incoherently before lifting her and kneeling on the edge of her bed, when he dropped her down the angle changing pushing his head into her warm, wet palace.

 

“What are we doing?” Bella gasped as if suddenly realizing something important, she sat up a little. He was on his knees between her thighs pulling off his own shirt, his groin still pressed to hers.

 

“I am fucking the sexy librarian. Although,” He paused for a moment and she felt her breaths pick up, “Where have those glasses gone?” He looked around her room, “I liked the glasses sweetheart.” Playing with the lace top of her stockings, watching her breasts heave, barely concealed in her bra, that beautiful dark mole on the swell of her left breast. She was edible.

 

She watched his body flex as he turned round reaching for his jeans pulling out the condoms he had specifically put there with only her in mind earlier that evening.

 

Bella had no intention of stopping him, not really and if he had really wanted the glasses she would have worn the glasses, she wasn’t silly enough to tell him that though. “I’m not wearing the glasses whilst you fuck me.” He looked at her with that expression on his face, the one that made her feel more exposed than she wanted to.

 

“No, no point I suppose.” He smirked, “They’ll fall off.” He told her before winking at her, she growled, narrowing her eyes at him. Then, it was strange, he just looked at her, drinking her in as she leant on one elbow, her shirt pulled down to her elbows, skirt pushed as far up as it would go, he was always watching her, he made her so paranoid just watching her all the time. “Let’s get this off.” He suggested pulling at her shirt.

 

She wondered what he was thinking; always anticipating feeling a little weird after he looked her over like that. It wasn’t predatory, it was something else, reflective almost but he always did something so that she was reminded what he was really like, it kind of broke the tension always. He rolled the condom on while she worked her way out of her shirt.

 

“Hmmn, shame about those red lacy panties, Bella.” He breathed into her ear, pulling back just enough to see how much he pissed her off, sliding his now covered erection against her.

 

“You know you’re an asshole right? And after what you did I shouldn’t even be talking to you, let alone anything else.”

 

“Yep.” He wasn’t interested, not really. It wasn’t important so he just leaned over her and kissed her, stroking the inside of her thigh before sliding his fingers the length of her lips, holding them apart, pushing his thumb over and over in tight circles across her clit while slipping the tip of his cock into her. Breathing heavily she lay back against her bed and let that tingling warmth wash over her until he could feel her trembling.

 

He waited, biding his time slipping in and out of her, watching just the head of his cock disappear inside her.  Hearing her begin to pant he pushed a little more into her with each thrust, silently he just watched himself disappear over and over inside of her until he was thrusting so far into her and with his slow deliberate pace he could feel every ridge of him sliding against her and he could feel her body stretch with each thrust he was sinking so far into her; her hips tilting just a fraction, allowing him to go deeper.

 

Dropping to his elbows so he could move faster he picked up the pace, listening to every sound she made concentrating on her breath hitch until she was breathing in short, soundless gasps.

 

Bella felt like she was falling endlessly, waiting for something and really not wanting it to come just so she could stay here on the edge of euphoria, with him. Closer than she could ever get the rest of the time, she couldn’t really feel her arms or legs, and her mouth and brain, they were certainly disconnected from one another, and then from everything else but it didn’t matter because she could feel him.

 

Over time as she relaxed she had become more verbal, he loved it and he wanted people to hear her, she hadn’t seen but he’d cracked the window, anyone passing by would hear her, know she was his, they would know what he did to her and he took pride in that. It wouldn’t be long before he made the fact known publicly.

 

She grabbed at him, his shoulders his neck, his head while he was stroking into her, holding himself there before pulling out, for a brief moment she hated that she felt like this, that she let her walls down just so she could feel.

 

“Come on baby, I can feel you baby. Relax for me.” He whispered still pushing into her, his hand soothing her side. No soon as he had finished his sentence he felt her body jolt as fluid gushed from her in a single quick burst, taking that as his cue he pushed deep into her, his back tensing before rippling heat flew through his groin and into the condom. “You are so fucking hot sweetheart.” He told her after catching a breath. Bella thumped him on the shoulder; even with her apparent incoherence he could still absolutely infuriate her, he laughed, pinning her one hand into her side and the other over above her head. He knew at this moment she was physically incapable so again taking the opportunity to kiss along her jaw, cheeks, forehead, she just lay there with her eyes closed; gradually he loosed her hands and cradled her shoulders while he lay with his weight over her, looking down at her, his breath fanning over her face.

 

“Quit watching me and… ohhh!” He laughed, deep and husky, ducking down into the skin of her neck, quickly peeking down her body as she trembled beneath him as he pulled himself from her.

 

“Ohhh, you cold now baby?” He questioned, jokingly. “Want me buried back inside you?” He swiped his semi-hard dick over her and she wiggled into in fractionally. Shaking her head she grumbled something along the lines of shut the fuck up, he chortled again pulling the condom off, dangling it right infront of her as he tied a knot in the end.

 

“Don’t you ever shut up? And get that the fuck out of my face.” Bella told him with her eyes still closed.

 

“You really want me to shut up B?” Bella rolled her eyes even though she didn’t open them; he knew the answer to that. His ability to always have a witty remark to piss her off, well, quite frankly it pissed her off. There wasn’t really all that much point talking to him ever. “Actually, what the hell have you done to your room?” He asked looking in the direction of her door.

 

“Oh, I… I was taking down the painting’s Jake gave me.” Paul frowned at her.

 

“Why?” Bella frowned, chewing the inside of her cheek.

 

“I. He should just have them back.” Paul pulled a face, she wasn’t sure what it meant.

 

“He won’t take them back you know.” Bella pulled a face back and decided not to think anymore about it and wriggled down, Paul moved with her, laying to her side, sliding his hand down to her thigh, pushing the stocking down as far as he could. “Come on B, take these off.” She was half asleep but she lifted her knee so he could slip it off before repeating the same with the other.  Nestling back down into his chest she sighed quietly under her breath. “One last thing Bee.”

 

“What?” He was grinning his face off, so pleased she wasn’t looking at him.

 

“If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door.” She punched his chest and jerked herself away from him but he just reaches for her, hushing her through his low chuckles. “Don’t be angry, go to sleep baby.”

 

“I’m not your baby,” she huffed, Paul just pulled her back to his chest.

 

“Sure you are baby, go to sleep.” Wrapping his arms tightly around her pulling the throw over them and tucking it around her front so it rode up exposing half his back but he really didn’t care and he wasn’t going to let her know how her comfort was more important than his own. She wriggled and grunted, shifting away from him.

“Isabella.” She rolled her eyes, he knew she did, he didn’t need to see her. He must fucking KNOW what his voice does to me she thought. “You’re my baby right?”

 

“Yea, for tonight.” She conceded, letting him pull her back against his chest again.

 

“Cool.”

 

o~* The End *~o