Edward is so big that I was correct, I can’t fit all of him in my mouth. But I can damn well try. I fit him in until I’m stuffed full of him, lips stretched around him, and he groans. His fingers weave into my hair, guiding me to the angle that he wants, and I let him. It’s exactly what he said he wanted.
I set up a rhythm, taking him as deep as I can into my mouth. He helps my speed, taking exactly what he wants from me. I wrap my fingers around what’s left of his shaft and stroke him while I take him in. Finally, I close my eyes and give in to the sensation of giving pleasure.
“Fuck,” Edward says as I push deeper only to pull back and breathe. Before I even have a chance to taste him again he has me on my feet and is pulling me into the living room and bending me over the couch. Oh yes.
“I thought that’s what you wanted.”
Fingers trace my ass, dipping down to run through my wetness and back. “Of course I do,” he says, voice rough. “I want to watch you swallow my cum and then have you do it again. But I want the first time I come to be inside you.”
His hands leave my skin, and the crinkle of a condom wrapper sounds before he strokes down my back. I feel his lips on the back of my neck and his chest pressed to my skin, and the head of his cock pressed against my entrance. “Please.”
“You want it?”
“Yes.” The word comes out in one shaky breath.
Edward’s voice is at my ear, and he teases me, pressing slowly in just an inch and no more. A shiver shakes my core, and I can already tell that he’s going to fill me to the brim, and I want every inch of it. “Ask for it.”
The vibrations of his voice send goosebumps across my spine. He wraps an arms around my waist, at once holding me steady and firmly against his body. “Fuck me,” I tell him. “I want you to fuck me.”
There’s no hesitation. He thrusts in deep. I’m so wet that I take all of him without trouble, and I scream again because there’s so much of him and it all feels so good. It’s too much and my pussy is so full that it almost hurts but it’s so damn amazing, and gives me what I asked for. Edward fucks me.
And it’s more than I dreamed of.
Edward keeps me locked in place, rocking his hips into mine as he fucks. There’s no holding back, just sheer force and the release of built-up tension. Both of us wanted this and there’s no time to savor it. That will come later. We need more. Now. It’s not going to last, and that’s okay. It’s vibrant and brilliant, and I can already feel another impossible orgasm rising up within me. Which is insane. I was convinced that it wasn’t possible for me.
Using the hand that’s not supporting me, Edward reaches down and teases me. He pinches my clit, rubs it in circles and drifts down to stroke the edges of my pussy where he’s fucking me. Changing his angle, I’m suddenly not seeing the living room I’m seeing stars. Bursts of pleasure from deep inside where I’ve never felt them before. But I’ve never had sex with anyone like Edward—not this big and not with this level of skill.
He’s taking me higher faster than I can keep up with and I can’t hold myself back. The next thrust shoves me into light and stars, and everything disappears. The only things keeping me upright are his arms and his cock as I shake, pussy spasming with the perfect climax. I can hear myself moaning and begging for more, and he gives it to me, teasing and fucking and making this orgasm last longer than I’ve ever experienced.
Ecstasy drains out of me slowly, and I fade into a single cloud of pleasure. Edward pulls me up and back, keeping me upright while he fucks his way towards his own climax. I’m already so sensitive that if he keeps doing that I’m going to come again, like now that he’s unlocked those orgasms it just doesn’t want to stop.
“Fuck, Julia. I’m close,” he says, breath harsh in my ear.
Outside, I hear the roll of tires, and I see my mother’s car pull into the driveway. Holy shit, she’s not supposed to be home for hours. Why is she doing here? Walking in on this will be a death sentence. “Edward.”
“So close,” he says, and thrusts deep. He groans, the sound so raw and powerful that arousal shoots through me even as my mother enters the garage. Edwards cock jerks inside me, and he kisses my neck roughly before pulling away.
I don’t wait, springing for my clothes as quickly as he does his. He doesn’t even take the condom off. I don’t see my panties so I just wiggle into my jeans and hope for the best. I’m thankful that I never took off my bra as I pull the shirt over my head. When I turn around, Edward is fully clothed and looking so casual that you would never know that he was fucking me senseless literally a minute ago.
Out the window I see my mother walking up the porch. The door isn’t even locked. I sit down on the floor, against the back of the couch the way I was earlier when I was watching him. Edward is wisely at least five feet away from me.
I’m the first person my mother sees. “I’m home.”
“Welcome back!” I say just a little too brightly.
Her eyes flick to Edward next, and then to the ceiling. “How’s the repair going?”
“Pretty much finished,” he says. “I was just keeping an eye on it to see if it started to dry evenly. But it looks like it is. I’ll stop by in the next couple of days and make sure that everything looks good.”
“Again, very kind,” Mom says.
Edward grins. “You’re welcome, Jane.”
“I’ll help you clean up,” I say, hoping my mother doesn’t feel the need to stay and supervise.
“I’m going to change,” my mom says. “I plan on getting some more work done in the dining room.”
“Okay.” Edward and I watch her as she leaves, and I start to actually clean things up. “That was way too close,” I whisper.
He raises an eyebrow, but his face is troubled. “You mean cutting it close doesn’t turn you on?”
“Not that close,” my voice is a hiss. “And for the love of God where are my panties. I cannot have my mother finding them.”
He reaches into his pocket and pulls them out. “Maybe I should keep them as a memento.”
“Give me those.”
Shoving them back in his pocket, he steps around me and starts to pack up his tools. He’s acting a little strange. But given what just happened, so am I. “What would you have done if she had caught us?”
“I would like your mother to like me, so I’m going to try to make sure that doesn’t happen. I doubt she’ll really love the man who’s fucking her daughter if she has to see him fucking her daughter. I’ll never get permission to date you.” He laughs, but it’s awkward.
I’m coming down from the adrenaline rush now, and something about his answer seems off to me. “So you would do what? Apologize and say you’re sorry? And that you won’t do it again? I’m an adult, Edward. I don’t need my mother’s permission to date anyone. And yeah, her catching us would have been bad, and awkward. But that doesn’t mean you can just treat me like I’m still eighteen.”
He shakes his head. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Isn’t it though? You just said you wanted permission.” I’m not sure where this anger is coming from, but it’s strong. I already get treated like a child enough. I don’t need it from him too. I can make my own decisions, and that means that if I choose to fuck him in my living room, I’m doing so knowing the consequences.
He looks like he’s unsure of what to say. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to imply that you are less than you are.”
I grit my teeth and look away. “You should go. It doesn’t take her long to change and she’s going to wonder why you’re still here.”
“I’ll go,” he says, taking a step closer. “But we are not finished, Julia Palmer. There’s something here that we both need, and you know it. I know it too.”
For a second I think that he’s going to kiss me. And for another heartbeat I want him to so badly that my body aches. But he turns and leaves, taking the rest of the tools and supplies with him. It’s the second time in less than a day that I’ve w
atched him walk out my front door, and I don’t like how much I hate the way it feels.
There are steps on the stairs, and Mom goes into the dining room without a word. I hear the sounds of sorting, and a sigh. It’s like what just happened between Edward never existed, and my anger disappears, replaced with hurt. I very badly want it to exist. He’s right. This is something we both need, and we need to figure it out together.
8
Julia
My mom is sitting in front of the small bookshelf in the dining room when I enter. She used to be an avid collector of cookbooks, saying that cooking helped her relax when she came home from the high-pressure job at the office. I actually agree with her about getting rid of some of these, because she doesn’t use probably half of them. We’ll be donating them to home economics teachers so that they have some extra resources in the classrooms.
Right now she’s flipping through a book that looks like it’s exclusively sandwiches based on the pictures. “How was your thing?” I ask.
She sighs. “Honestly it was boring, but it was shorter than I expected and he agreed to come to the gala, so mission accomplished I suppose.”
“That’s good. He really wanted you to see his facilities?”
“Seems that way.”
I think about it. It seems kind of strange that someone so interested in donating to a charity would need that kind of quid pro-quo. “Did he want you to see his facilities or was he trying to ask you on a date while still attempting to be professional?”
Mom makes a face. “If that’s what he was trying to do, he both really missed the mark and has no idea who he’s dealing with.”
I sit down next to a pile of books and start to look through one that looks like it might be from the seventies and has way too many recipes that involve jelly. “Would it really be that bad? He could be your date to the gala.”
“I’m not bringing a date to the gala,” my mother says sharply. “I’m going to have enough to work to focus on without having a man hanging on my arm that I have to entertain and introduce.”
I sigh. “That’s not what I meant. I know you’re going to be busy, but it’s going to be a party. You could still have a good time.”
She moves the book she’s looking at to the pile of books to donate. “I don’t need to have a good time. I need people to donate their money and time. Everything needs to be polished and perfect.”
I put the jelly cookbook on the pile to donate too without even asking. That shit needs to go. “Aside from the charity, Mom. I just want you to have fun. Have you ever thought about dating again? I’ve never seen you with anyone...and since I’ve been gone I thought you might be lon—”
Mom stops and looks at me. Her eyes are so intensely focused that I stop speaking. “Where is this coming from?”
The words strike me in the chest. “Does it have to be coming from anywhere? I don’t have to have an ulterior motive to want you to be happy.”
“You’ve never mentioned this. I can’t remember a single time when you’ve asked me about dating before.”
“That’s not true,” I say, laughing. “I have asked you about it before. I’ve asked you about Dad.”
“This isn’t really about me though, is it. It’s about that boy next door.”
Fuck. It’s really not. I’m not sure what prompted me to ask my mother about dating when I know full well it’s always been a non-starter the many times I’ve asked her about it. But her turning it around on me and sniffing out what I could possibly have with Edward is definitely not where I want to be. Especially since he was just inside me literally ten minutes ago.
Sometimes, especially now, I forget that Mom is a lawyer and she can sense a buried secret from a mile away.
“It’s not about Edward,” I say, deflecting. “You’re working hard, and I think you deserve to be happy when you’re going to be doing good for so many people. After so many years of taking care of me. Seriously.”
She turns towards me, physically moving so that she’s sitting square on. “What did Edward say while he was here. Did he ask you out? Did he say anything about thinking that I’m lonely?”
“I—” I don’t even know what the fuck to say to that. “No. Just small talk.” And fucking. “He wanted to know more about the party and the charity, so I told him. Honestly the whole thing didn’t even take that long.” The plastering, at least.
“Listen, honey.” She’s using a tone that I know well. Placating and pleading at once. It’s ridiculously effective, and has been my entire life. “I know that you moved back here because I asked you to and I needed help. And I know that you’re an adult. But the work we’re doing, it’s important. While you’re here, I’d really rather your focus be here. On the work we’re doing.”
I press my lips together for a moment, and take a breath before speaking. “Mom, this isn’t about Edward. It’s not. But if I choose to date, it’s not going to change the fact that I’m helping. I can do both.”
“No, you can’t. Take it from me, Julia. Being involved with someone warps your mind. There’s something about a man’s dick—once it’s inside you, there’s no going back. Everything starts to change. Your mind gets twisted and you can’t think and everything becomes about that. And I need your mind here with me. The early stages of a charity are so important, and I need this to work. So let’s just focus on what’s in front of us before anything else.”
Like the conversation is over, she turns back to the bookshelf. Aside from the fact that I don’t love hearing my mother talk about dick, I’m not sure what I’m feeling right now. Shock or hurt or anything else. But I owe Edward an apology. Maybe he’s seen more of my mother and her hatred of men over the last couple of years than I have. Because it seems worse now than it ever did.
I have to wonder if something happened that I don’t know about, but now clearly isn’t the time to ask. I’ve been dismissed.
Now it doesn’t seem like a stretch that Edward thought he needed to get Mom’s permission first. No matter if I am an adult.
I don’t say anything as I get up off the floor, and neither does she. And as I go up the stairs to my room, I’m already pulling out my phone.
Fuck. Even though that was not a great conversation, I’m glad it happened. Everything is a whole lot clearer now. Maybe on some level my mom is right and once that dick gets in you, it twists your mind. Unfortunately for her, if that is true, it’s already too late.
I text him.
I’m sorry.
Cool relief flows through me when it shows him typing back right away.
Don’t apologize. I was wrong.
You were wrong, but so was I. My mom has...this thing about men.
I can almost hear him laughing.
I noticed.
I honestly don’t understand it, I reply. Ever since my dad left she’s just been hell-bent against everything. And it seems like it’s only gotten worse since I left for school. But I get it now. Based on what she just said.
What did she say?
How can I possibly summarize the conversation we just had?
Something about that cock infects your mind once you’ve had it and that you can’t think about anything else to the point of distraction.
There’s no answer immediately. So I keep going.
I can’t even say I disagree with her on that point, because I’m already thinking about your cock again. But the part where she basically told me I have to be celibate while I’m here didn’t sit well with me.
His answer comes back.
You’re thinking about my cock?
I’m glad we’re both going to ignore the part about me being celibate.
I wish I could have spent more time with it. My introduction was a little rushed.
Well, my cock really liked you. It too, would like to spend some more quality time with you. I would too.
So, I type, you forgive me?
There’s nothing to forgive.
I flop back on my bed and sta
re at the ceiling. It’s barely afternoon and I have the rest of Sunday, empty, staring me in the face.
I wish I were good at sneaking out.
You’re not?
I laugh out loud. No. Honestly, I didn’t have much practice. I was a good girl. I add a winking emoji.
I’m glad that I get to enjoy your bad girl evolution then.
I really am sorry that we got interrupted.
It’s a shame. I had plans.
What kind of plans?
His turn for a winking emoji. A magician never reveals his secrets. Besides, I might be able to use those plans later. How’s the ceiling.
Way to kill the mood, I type. Plaster is so sexy.
I can’t have you imagining too much, he teases. I’ll never be able to measure up.
So far you’ve outstripped all imaginary versions of you. Just so you know.
Even my cock?
Cheeky bastard. Especially your cock.
Excellent. Well, my cock and I would like to take you out tomorrow night, if that’s possible.
Is it? I can’t believe that I have to think about it. I shouldn’t have to make an excuse or think up a lie to get out of the house, but I still think that I can make it work.
It definitely should be possible, yes.
I can’t wait.
Out loud, in my room, I sigh. What am I supposed to do until tomorrow night, now?
Once again I can practically hear him laughing. I’m sure that you’ll figure something out.
9
Edward
Morning can’t come soon enough for me. If only because I know that I’m going to see Julia. Multiple times throughout the day yesterday I got up and went to the door, thinking I would make some excuse on fixing the hole in the ceiling. But it sounds like Jane and Julia have some shit going on, and I’m not about to make it any harder on my girl.
I already think of her as my girl, and I like that my mind already fills it in. It suits her, and I don’t plan on letting her go anytime soon.
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