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April week one:

Dance of the Dead by Madam Akyria  Jasper/Alice

I woke up to this existence alone, I don’t remember my human existence,
perhaps that is for the best, forgotten things shall remain lost.

Like some of my kind I have a special gift. I often see visions - flashes if
you will - of the future. I think that was a gift, a way to save my
sanity. I would have become a monster of the grisliest kind without
them, for in them I had hope. In them I was no longer alone. I had a
family, I had a mate, whom loves me and would take care for me for all
eternity. I was one of the lucky ones you could say.

This family is different than others of my kind. We lived differently; it is
a choice each of us had made. We chose not to be monsters, for Carlisle
had shone us another way. He showed us a way that we could live among
humanity, and help them at the same time when the opportunity presented
itself.

I was in the White Mountains during an especially a cold wet winter in
1923. I was hunting elk when my vision blurred and the world around me
fell away. I saw a diner on a sunny day and there was a beautiful
scarred God at my side. This man evoked such powerful feelings within
me. There was love and desire. Yet there was more than that as I looked
at him I knew that he would protect me for the rest of my days.

It would be another fifteen years before I finally sat at that diner, day
after day waiting for him. I knew his name already, Jasper… Major Jasper
Whitlock, the scars that littered his body was from the Southern
Vampire Wars; I knew this from my most recent vision that I had
witnessed last night as I sat in my hotel room.


The door opened, the bell on the handle went off and there he was.

A beam of sunlight coming through the window, the beautiful scarred God
was in front of me, with honey hair and black eyes. The emotion I had
for him flowed out of me. I took his hand because I knew he was meant
for me and only me for the rest of eternity.

I turned up my head and smiled up at him. He ducked his head like a good
southern gentleman, and apologized for making me wait. There was more to
his apology though. There was a motel just down the street. It wasn’t a
very long walk, the sun ducked under the clouds, giving us a reprieve
from the sun. It would not last long, but I knew that we’d make it back
to my hotel room before the sun cascaded Philadelphia in light once
more.

“Alice? Was it?”

I nodded, “I think so, that feels right.”

“You don’t remember?” he asked me.

“No, I have no memories of my human life.” I said.

“I’ll make you forget everything, little lady.” As he said these words to me, my body shivered in anticipation.

Before I knew what happened I was flat on my back on the bed, completely nude.
I tilted my head back and closed my eyes as I heard him strip off his
clothes.

His hand gently touched my knee, slowing moving up my thigh. He gasped my
inner thigh firmly as he kissed me gently. His free hand slid around my
waist as he lifted me slightly off the bed. I took a shallow breath as
his hand eased my legs apart.

I heard him groan as he slid one of his long fingers in me. His mouth
descended upon my left nipple. I felt him add another finger, sliding
them in and out with increased speed.

So sweet and gentle I did not expect that(rework this part) with the scars
that riddled his body. I half expected him to just claim me against the
wall hard and fast.

His mouth met mine in fervor. He dominated all of my senses. Lust so
strong, entering my skin, driving me into a frenzy of wanton need. It
felt so wrong, yet it felt so right. I moved into his hand, I needed
more.

“Jasper… please.” I whimpered.

He pulled out his fingers with a pop, then licked them. He grasped my hips
and his cock slid into me. My head tilted back, my fingers going
through the mattress. “Oh my God.”

He let go of my hips and grabbed my arms, holding them down tightly.

Oh there’s the dominance I knew that was contained within.

I tightened my legs around him as he pumped into me harder with each passing moment. The bed was slammed against the wall.

“Harder!” I begged.

The bed cracked as he slid into me harder. My back arched off the bed.

“Started without me, Darlin’?”

The hotel room melts away; I am back in my room in Forks, laid out on the bed naked, my fingers deep in my pussy.

I looked at him, a little shocked; I had no idea he was in the room with me.

“Didn’t expect you to get back so early, thought you were hunting with Edward?”
I asked. “Uoo” Escaped my lips, but I did not still my hand.

“Well, he was missing his human. What were you thinking about? Something naughty, Alice?”

“I was remembering our first time actually.” I said, a little embarrassed that I got caught within memories of the past.

“Would you like an encore performance?” he asked with a grin on his face. I
smiled back at him. I never could get enough of this man and I missed
him so terribly while he was gone.

Week 2:

Bound by AmberStar63 Alice/Jasper

Blindfolded and just short of naked, I stood still, carefully listening as he moved around the room, hoping for a hint of what his plans for me were.

What this man could do to me with only the sense of his presence was absolutely astonishing. I may as well have been bound in place; he was just that powerful. A second later, my thought became a reality when I felt a strip fabric grazing down my arms.

He pushed my hands back, crossed my wrists and tied them snugly behind me. It wasn’t uncomfortable or daunting, just exciting. In fact, my whole body vibrated with overwhelming anticipation. Where would he start? What would he do?

I shivered, letting my head loll back as his heated breath touched my tummy. He still held each end of the tie binding my hands. “I love the way you look Alice. Black is such a lovely contrast against your milky, white skin.”

Goose bumps rose over every inch of me, making my whole body so ultra-sensitive that even the tendrils of his hair brushing against me had me moaning out loud. Until the moment his lips finally kissed along the top of my panties. Then, he had me begging.

“Please...” I whispered, desperately squirming, pushing my pelvis closer, and hoping he’d know what I wanted.

“Please what, Ali?”

I felt his lips move when he spoke, then curve when he was silent. He was smiling, knowing exactly what he was doing to me.

“Touch me, Jasper. Please.”

“I am touching you.” He stopped his trail of kisses, switching instead to teasing me with the tip of his tongue, using swirling motions around my navel and over my hip where he changed again to nipping at my delicate skin.

“Oh,” was all I was capable of gasping out at the sharp contrast his teeth made to his otherwise soft touches. My insides were on fire, and what felt like lava spilled over, soaking into my thong.

“Mmm... I can smell you.” He dropped the ties and grabbed the backs of my legs, pulling me against him harshly, nuzzling his nose between my legs, hitting my most sensitive spot.

“You better be ready for me darlin’,” he growled lowly, “because I want you and mean to have you right now.”

He stood quickly, pulling away and leaving me stumbling slightly for balance. It was only for a moment, and then he was back, pushing on my shoulder, indicating he wanted me on my knees. I knelt, feeling the pillow he had obviously just placed there.

He tapped my jaw. “Open.”

I did as he asked without hesitation, immediately tasting the salty fluid on the tip of his cock as it hit my tongue. He was fully hard and thick around, filling my mouth as I worked to coat his length with saliva so he could easily fuck my mouth.

I closed my lips around him, taking him in until he hit the back of my throat every second time I went down on him, trying to override my gag reflexes so I could take him in completely.

“Yes, baby... Just like that,” he hissed with his hand at the back of my head. He started driving his hips, holding me so he could take control.

He pumped, I sucked. He cursed, I hummed. I grazed him with my teeth, and he jumped back, gulping in a deep breath as he paced away. I knew he was dangerously close to coming. I was so confident in my skills I may have even smirked just a little.

I felt puff of air at my knees before his cheek bristled against mine, “Think that’s funny, do you?”
I had definitely smirked.

“Do you want me to come in your mouth without fucking your pussy?”

“No, please...” I hadn’t thought about that.

“How about I fuck your pussy, but not let you come?”

I hadn’t thought about that either. “Oh, God, no,” I blurted out.

“Then behave yourself,” he warned. “Bend over.”
Guiding me, he held me around the waist as I bent forward at the hip, lowering me until my face touched another pillow on the floor. I turned my head, resting my cheek against the cool fabric and using my upper body to support myself.
He moved behind me, tearing my thong at the seams, and spread my knees wide. I was completely vulnerable: blindfolded, bound at the wrists, kneeling and open to him. His satisfied sigh let me know he was pleased.

“Exactly what I wanted,” he mumbled just as I heard a soft buzzing start up. “What about you, Ali? Is this what you wanted too?
My ability to form a response was lost the second I felt the vibrating egg pressing against my bud. I resorted to nodding frantically against the pillow.

“How about this then?” A throaty grunt was forced from me as he suddenly thrust into me. His huge cock stretching me to the brink felt so damn good.

He fucked me hard as he rubbed the vibrator, now set to high speed, relentlessly over my clit until I was literally crying out, weeping for joy over the orgasm ripping through my body. My walls convulsed, constricting around him until he was shouting my name with his own release.

“Ali. My Ali.” He chanted as he gently pulled out, easing my knees back and my body down slowly, taking the weight off my shoulders. He kissed the length of my back as he untied my wrists, smoothing his hands up and down my arms as he placed them at my sides. Finally, he slipped off my blindfold, peppering my cheeks and eyes with light, reverent kisses as he laid his head beside mine.

We were forehead to forehead. His eyes sparkled while he continued his whispers of love.

“Yes.” I said contentedly.

“Yes what, my sweet girl?”

“Yes, Jasper, that is exactly what I wanted.”

Week 3:

Pleasure In the Pain by TheUnderStudy Jasper/Jane

It has certainly been too long since I have been to Italy, namely Volterra. Most of our kind typically steers away of the Brothers’ territory. We know what happens here. No one just drops in and says hello. However, here I am, strolling through the quaint Italian village, waiting on my “escort” into the castle.

 

I smell her delectable scent before I see her, Siberian Iris and gingerbread. She hates it, claiming it makes her seem more childlike. But I see the woman in her, not the 18 year old child turned. I turn to meet her cloaked body. Only her ruby eyes and sweet, pink lips peer out at me. Her hand immediately finds my arm and sinks her nails into me. I hiss at the pain and she releases a small moan. I can feel my venom trickling down my arm and I watch as she licks the small trail. She’s starting early, which means she really missed me.

 
She takes away her hand, giving me that sinister smile I love and swiftly makes her away towards the castle. I let out a playful growl before following her. Her sultry laugh urges me faster. 

Soon we are in our little hideaway in the basement of the Volturi castle. It is dark, dirty, and filled with all kinds of her toys for inflicting tantalizing pain. But these won’t work on me; they are for her human boys. I require a different technique.

 

“Jane, I see some things never change,” I say seductively.

 
She slowly lowers her hood and slides her cloak from her lustrous, pale skin. She is bare beneath it, except for a pair of stark red heels that put her eyes to shame. Jane knows how much I love them. The growl in my chest rumbles and I notice her shudder.

 
“Your hair is darker,” I mention.

 

Jane turns to me and grins. She glides across the dark room to a chair. She lifts her leg slowly and places her foot on the seat. She leans down and caresses them with her fingertips, tracing it from the tip to the four inch heel. I smirk at her. I know what she is doing. She loves to tease, but it’s too early for me to start begging.

 
“Dirty blonds have more fun,” Jane says and lowers her leg back to the floor.

 
“Well let’s see how dirty we can get,” I say to her.

As I walk over to her, I discharge a wave of lust and gaze at her sultry figure as it hits her. She moans and slides her hand between her succulent breasts. I reach her and bring her hips into me. I rub my growing erection against her heat and she sucks in an unneeded breath. I bring my head down to her neck that is now open for me. I lick from the base of her ear down to the swell of her breasts. I do the same to the other side and her moan mixed with a growl amuses me.

“Don’t tease me Jay,” she cries out, using her nickname for me.
 

“Then..,” I pause to lick her nipple. “…give me what I want,” I finish as I flick the other nipple.

 
“Chcesz mój ból? Dam ci mój ból,” she whispers in my ear while threading her fingers in my hair.

 
“Yes Jasia, please give it to me,” I beg, knowing that’s what she wanted and adding her pet name for good measure.

 
“Pain,” she says in a whisper.
 

She does not give it to me easily. It is a strong dose and I am on my knees before her. She coos at me and runs he nails wickedly through my hair. My head is yanked back and I feel her teeth break my marble skin on my chin. My cock is about is burst from my jeans and I palm it to give it some attention.

“Uhhh…Jasia. Again,” I beg.

“What about your little mate?” She teases.

“You and I both know she’s not my mate,” I growl out to her.

“A matter of convenience still?” She says coyly.

I look up at her and send her my annoyance and impatience.

“Why are you still talking?” I yell.

I am up on my feet, fighting through the pain she was still sending me. I slowly take off my shirt and pull her to me. She wants me to stay here with her. I can see it in her eyes. However, my commitments lie elsewhere at the moment. Jane, my little Polish flower, is my sinful pleasure, but I am not meant to hers or the pixie’s for that matter. So I will, like usual, take everything I can get.

I lift Jane up and wrap her legs around my waist. She is purring deliciously and raking her nails up and down my back. I unbutton my jeans and wiggle them down. My motions send Jane into a fit of giggles, but I send her some pain and lust, intermingled together. Her laughter silences in her throat and she gasps and moans as it envelops her.

She throws her head back and I know that she must be close. That mixture is always too much for her. I carry her over to the chair and sit down with her in my lap. I push more of the mix into her and reach down to her clit, rubbing it slowly. My rock hard cock is pushing up against her tight whole, begging for some type of penetration.

“Przyjdź do mnie, Jasia. Come now,” I whisper against her flesh.

She does not disappoint. Her cries of satisfaction are loud and her growls are feral. I love the way she comes undone for me. I am not finished with her yet though. I grab her ass as she comes down from her high. She is grinning and knows what I want next. She is positioned perfectly on my lap and brings her hands up to my face. She examines the mark where she bit me, knowing Alice would see it. There is possession in her eyes and I cannot say that I don’t like it. My Jasia wears it well.

“Now, giddy up little darlin,” My cock seconds my statement with a pat on her ass.

Jane rises up and guides me into her tight heat. She is slow and deliberate. It is driving me crazy and I want more. I push my hips up, hitting that spot she loves me to touch. Her hiss of pleasure stirs me on and I buck again. I reach my hands around her cheeks and squeeze, pulling her up and down along my shaft. She soon takes over and is riding me rough and fast; just how I like it. My name is a harsh cry on her lips and I growl out her pet name like my life depends on it. Her nails deepen into my shoulders where she is holding on and I return her favor with my nails into her ass. Our hisses and growls combine as she bounces up and down upon me.

I am getting closer… I feel my balls start to contract, getting ready for my sweet release. At the last moment, I lean down and bite into her breast, marking her as mine. She pushes a last swell of pain to me and we both explode from the pleasure in the pain.

We are calming and her head is placed against mine. Both of us in bliss.

“Do następnego razu, moja kochanka,” she says, then licks over her bite on my chin.
“Until next time, my Jasia,” I say, then do the same, licking the one on her breast.

Scrumptious.
Translations (Polish)
*Jasia – Jane
*Chcesz mój ból? Dam ci mój ból – You want my pain? I’ll give you my pain.
* Przyjdź do mnie, Jasia – Come for me Jane
* Do następnego razu, moja kochanka – Until next time, my lover

~JNG~

Hot Box by Fourchette Edward/Bella

“The Oxford English Dictionary gives the etymology of tattoo as ‘In 18th c. tattaow, tatto; from Polynesian tatau, in Tahitian, tatu.’ The word tatau was introduced as a loan word into English, the pronunciation being changed to conform to English phonology as ‘tattoo’...” [1] My professor’s impression of Ben Stein causes me to trail off to my own thoughts.

Sociology 201: it was either this, or the History of Education; the lesser of two evils. I thought I was going to learn about cultures and the like, but my professor is a total weirdo who hadn’t even named his own children until they were old enough to choose their own. They were just called “baby” until age five.

Today’s topic is the origination of tattooing. Snore! Ink is cool enough to look at, but I don’t need to know about the Chinese people’s thoughts on body modification in 1000 BC.

“...Tattooing has been a Eurasian practice since Neolithic times. ‘Ötzi the Iceman’, dated circa 3300 BC, bearing 57 tattoos: a cross on the inside of the left knee, six straight lines 15 centimeters long above the...” [2]

Geez, this is boring!

My first year of university has been filled with lessons. Lesson one: don’t take an 8:00 AM class, ever. Lesson two: don’t be late to an auditorium lecture class. Lesson three: sitting in the front row because you were late to said auditorium class and get assigned seating front and center, sucks! And because I sit in the front row of this god forsaken class, I can’t play on my phone, nor does it go unnoticed if I’m absent.

I start doodling in my notebook, no longer interested in taking notes. I’ll Wiki this shit later! A few more minutes of droning pass, when the side door to the auditorium opens and a guy walks in. Professor Boring must be expecting him because he waves him to the center of the stage.

So, thanks to lessons I’ve now learned, I have a close-up view of the stage. I can see he has a baseball cap on. I can’t tell what his face looks like, but he looks pretty ordinary otherwise; long sleeve shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes. Even ten feet away, I can tell he’s nothing special.

The spotlight comes on, and Mr. Ordinary is on the big screen monitor. He’s still looking down under the brim of his hat, and all I can see of his face is the outline of an angular jaw with stubble.

“Mr. Masen?” my professor prompts to our guest. I’m interested in what’s happening next. Perhaps there will be magic.

Whoa! Mr. Ordinary whips off his shirt, and suddenly is Mr. Extraordinary! He’s covered in tattoos and muscles.

Ho. lee. shit.

I squirm a little in my seat because this is turning me the fuck on. I close my eyes and imagine what he looks like under that hat; but really, who the fuck cares. He could look like the ass end of a dog with that body and those tatts. Suddenly, tattoos have become much more interesting!

Our professor is pointing out several of the tattoos on Mr. Fucktabulous, and I can’t take my eyes off him. After several minutes, he’s instructed to turn so Professor Drudge can highlight the ink on Mr. Hello Orgasm’s back. As he does, Mr.Hotness momentarily looks out from under his hat and catches my eye.

It’s a moment-- for sure. I’m no mind reader or anything, but I totally know what he’s thinking at the moment. I just hope it’s the same thing I’m thinking...Fuck me, please.

I see his perfect little pink lips quirk up to the side. Ahhh, he appreciates my ogl-age!

The rest of the lecture goes by in a blur, and Mr. Perfect puts his shirt back on, much to my chagrin. He doesn’t leave the auditorium, just stands off to the side at the end of the row. When class is over, I stand and begin to pack my things. I feel someone standing behind me, a little too close for my comfort. I turn, ready to give some asshole a piece of my mind for invading my space and come face to chin with jaw and stubble.

He bends down and whispers in my ear, “Do you have a ten o’clock class?”

“No.”

“Meet me in storage in three minutes.”

Huuu whaa...?

The thing about these old university lecture auditoriums is they have storage behind the blackboards in front. It’s the perfect space to sneak away with someone.

I tell myself not to panic. Three minutes, is that long enough to run to the bathroom? What does he want with me? If he wanted my number, he would have just asked. He wouldn’t need to sequester me in the auditorium storage area. I’m not naive. I’m pretty sure there’s only one thing he wants, and I don’t think it’s to talk about the social bias of the tattoo culture in modern society.

I bolt up the stairs to the bathroom in the hall. I quickly vend a condom from the machine and take a deep breath after looking in the mirror.

Yep, I’m about to do this. Ha-llah!

I rush back, stopping short of the storage entrance. I calm myself and saunter in so I don’t appear like an over eager idiot. I see a single light in the back of storage with a chair sitting below it. As I approach I notice a piece of paper on the chair. I move closer to see what it says. I’m upon the chair and pick up the paper, seeing nothing written on it. Then a hand encircles my throat. It’s warm and soft. Breath tickles my ear and the hair at the nape of my neck.

“I’m going to undress you.”

I give a slight nod to indicate I’m on board. He carefully reaches around me and lifts my shirt over my head. He then works the fastening on my pants and trails them down my legs. It’s totally intense, and it is absolutely making me wet. I feel his bare chest against my back as hands sweep around my chest and palm my tits.

“Huhhhhh.” Yep, it feels good. Then he rids me of my bra and panties, making sure his hands palm every part of me in between.

I stand naked in the shadows of a lecture hall storage closet, with the only sound being heavy breathes and pants.

In a move straight out of James Bond’s play book, Mr. Gorgeous is now sitting naked on the chair and I’m straddling him. I can feel his cock nestled against my pussy. I know I’m coating him and it is hot. It’s like, at least 80 degrees back here. I’m sweating already and I wonder if Mr. Sexy and Mysterious will think it’s gross that perspiration is beading across my forehead. But then his lips seal on my left nipple and I could care less if I smell like a trucker.

“Condom...pants...pocket,” I moan.

“Already...covered,” he pants around my nip, still located in his mouth. Then I notice he means that, literally. He’s already got a condom on, and his fingers are now inside me making sure I’m open for business. I move on his hand trying to get more.

His hands reach to cup my ass. He lifts me slightly, and then waits for me to align things. I get his tip set then move my hands before sinking down.

Oh my God...

He immediately thrusts up and forward. He hits my cervix wall and a grunt escapes me. Mr. Knows How to Touch Me Deep Inside is moving his hands back to my hips, guiding me to and fro. Thirty seconds in and I’m already feeling the build.

“Fas-” I start, but he cuts me off.

“Shhh. Let me work. I promise to deliver.” I can’t help it. This is just so—awesome! I lean in to kiss him, but he stops my forward movement and takes a lick of my jaw. His tongue tickles my lower lip. It’s so...porn like? I open my mouth and my tongue peeks out to meet his; we are French kissing on the outside. His tongue is stroking mine. Mr. Holy Fuck Me is picking up the pace. His thrusts are harder and faster. My head lolls forward as I take in the pleasure being placed upon my body. I start breathing heavier, clenching my Kegel’s. I want it to come; I want the euphoric feeling, the momentous high. I concentrate on the pressure, willing it to explode.

Mr. I’m Going to Make You Come Hard tightens his grip and slows his pace while thrusting harder. It’s only a matter of moments before I push down needing that final push to come.

The heat rushes over me, and I stop breathing. He’s still going, but I hope he’s almost there because I’m not gonna be able to take this much longer.

“I...oh...ughh,” I so eloquently mutter. I feel like I might go insane. He has to stop. It’s too much now.

“Fuck!” he shouts, and then stills after two more upward thrusts. His head falls forward to my shoulder while he tries to catch his breath.

He lightly kisses on my shoulder.

I’m a little taken aback by the tenderness of the action. I stand, knowing the show is over. I don’t know what to do next. Since I’m not a seasoned veteran of the storage closet sex, I stand dumbly in front of him.

He looks up, his green eyes blazing into mine. “Wednesday; same time, same place.” It’s a statement, not a question. Can I say no? Do I want to say no?

“Okay.”

Suddenly, Sociology becomes my favorite class of the week.

Week 4:

Welcome Home by DarkAndAngsty Edward/Bella

It had been a long flight to Seattle. I was settling in at my best friend Alice’s apartment after she picked me up from the airport. It had been two years since I’d seen her last and we had spent the evening catching up over Chinese take-out. She shared stories about her job as a photographer for a fashion magazine and some of the top models and designers she’s worked with. I told her about my freelance writing for music magazines in New York.  Although we were in the same field, it was interesting to hear about the other aspects of what goes on behind the scenes. 

I had decided to move back to Seattle to join Alice on her start-up magazine. Her fiancée Jasper and his sister Rose were also on board, as well as Alice’s brothers, Emmett and Edward.  They had all stayed in Seattle except for Edward, who was relocating here from Portland. I tried not to look too interested when Alice told me he was on his way and would arrive tonight. He was staying with us for the time being as well. I had the biggest crush on Edward growing up, but of course he had never been interested in me. I was like a second annoying little sister to him.  

As I soaked in the tub listening to the driving rain, I thought back to my sophomore year of high school. I had it so bad for Edward and he didn’t even know I existed. One night in particular, I was sitting poolside with Ali and Jasper, Rose and Em. I was used to being the fifth wheel. Usually I didn’t mind, but on this night we had been drinking and the couples were frisky. As I sat with my toes in the pool I heard Edward come home. I looked toward the house just in time to see him close the space between he and his date and grab Jessica in for a long kiss. I hated her. She was in my grade and always poked fun at me. And in this moment I hated her even more. I sighed as I flipped the switch to drain the water from the tub and stepped out to dry off. I was exhausted, but too jacked up to sleep. 

Coming out of the steam filled bathroom, I stepped into the guest room I’d be staying in. I draped my towel over the chair in the corner and walked over to my suitcase to pull on some jeans. As I was putting on my black bra the door opened revealing a shirtless, dripping wet Edward. I gasped and clutched the bra over my chest trying to cover myself in haste.  

“Bella”, he whispered, his eyes raking over my form. I stood like a deer in headlights, momentarily dazzled by the gorgeous green eyes that smoldered into mine. He kicked the door shut behind him and quickly closed the distance between us, crashing his lips into mine. My hands involuntarily went to his face, grazing my fingers over the strong planes of his chiseled jaw. Oh, how I had fantasized about this. 10 years I’ve waited for this.  His hands travelled down my back to my ass as he squeezed and pulled me closer. I could feel his stiff length pressing into my hip as his tongue slid against mine. I moaned and my hands slid up his neck into his hair, my scrap of a bra all but forgotten as it fell to the floor
.
“Edward….” I panted as he hitched my leg up over his hip, grinding into me causing me to moan. 

 

“God, how I want you,” he whispered. “I’ve always wanted you, Bella.” He said as he backed me into the bed until we fell tangled up in each other. We were a panting, writhing mess of limbs trying desperately to get each other out of our jeans. Finally free, Edward pushed my legs up over his shoulders and ran his tongue up my wet slit from my entrance to my clit. Sucking hard, he pushed two fingers inside me and slowly thrust in and out. The slow, delicious pace he set was driving me crazy and I ground myself against his face.   

“Edward, please, Oh God!” I cried. He continued on, adding another finger and twisting slowly in and out. My hands fisted into my hair as I threw my head back and let out a long, low moan. He was relentless, nipping and sucking at my lips, his fingers curling up to hit that spot while his other hand was pinching, twisting and pulling at my nipples. I was on overload, and felt myself hurtling quickly towards the edge. With a groan from Edward, he sucked my clit between his teeth and bit down and I exploded. I sat up and climbed on top of him pushing him back against the pillows. I kissed him deep, tasting myself on his tongue and sucking on it. Slowly, I sank down onto his hard length and began grinding back and forth, moving my hips in small circles. We were both sweating and Edward’s head was thrown back as he growled through his clenched teeth. He pushed my hips further down and thrust up into me harder and faster. Clutching my ass, he lifted us both off the bed and positioned me on my back with my ass at the edge and my ankles over his shoulders. He leaned forward so my knees were touching my chest and began to pound into me deeper and deeper. As I tangled my fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, he slipped a hand between us and used his thumb to rub my clit. 

  

“You’re mine, now” he growled.

“Yours…” I panted. I would agree to anything for him.

“Oh, God, I love fucking you. I love the way your tight pussy feels squeezing my cock while I fuck you. Who do you belong to, Bella?” he growled as he changed the angle of his hips and causing me to see stars.

“You, Edward, only you. It’s only ever been you”

“Cum for me baby, I need to feel you cum” 

With a long moan, I came hard as I yanked Edward’s lips down to mine by the hair of his head. His thrusting became erratic and soon he was driving into me so fast and hard I came again as a strained “FUCK!” came through his gritted teeth. Slowly, we came down from our high, blissed out and oversexed. He held me in his arms and we fell asleep together on my bed. 

I woke several hours later deliciously sore, dazed and wrapped around a warm, hard body. I hummed in contentment as Edward pressed a kiss to my head, his strong arms around my waist. 

 

“Welcome home, baby.” He whispered against my ear.

Welcome home indeed.

~JNG~ 

Extra Credit by TheUnderStudy Bella/Alec

The fall semester had been quite the challenge for me.  As a new professor at this university, I was hoping it would be more refreshing to the students.  However, it had the opposite effect. 

A lot of students mistook my niceness for weakness.  They quickly learned when I failed a lot of them.  The spring semester started today and my early morning classes all proved to be the same as last semester.  They still haven’t learned.

I was getting ready to go to my Romance Poetry class in the afternoon.  I was hoping that this class was going to lift my spirits.  Maybe the students would be eager to learn and excited about this topic.  I quickly deflated my optimism, knowing this would be just like my morning. 

I hadn’t realized how far across campus the classroom was.  I made it just in time for the start of class and rushed in the room in a whirlwind.  The class was rather large, as I figured it would be.  This was one of those classes that people thought was going to be easy. They were about to be mistaken.  I picked up the syllabi and began my introductions.

“Good afternoon everyone, I’m Dr. Isabella Swan.  I will be your professor for Romance Poetry,” I said strongly.

I began to go over the syllabus and discuss the requirements of the course.  I didn’t ask of a lot, but there were going to be quite a few papers.  When that part was done, I asked if there were any questions.  A hand in the far back corner was raised and several students moved out of the way so that I might see who it was.  I finally caught his face and lost my breath.  I was in shock of what I saw before me.  Ice blue eyes, strong jaw, deadly lips, and….

“Professor Swan, I have a question,” he said with a hint of humor in his voice.

…and a voice that could made my panties wet.  I took a deep breath and gestured for him to ask his question.  In those brief seconds, I wondered what his question could be. Maybe something like, “Do you have needs, Dr. Swan?”  Why yes, I did.  I gathered myself quickly so that I could hear his question.

“Is there extra credit?  Just in case I fall behind,” he added.

“Doubting yourself so early? I’m sure if you attend class and stay studious, you’ll be able to pass,” I replied flirtatiously.

“Oh no, I never doubt myself, Professor Swan.  I just like to know my options,” he said smiling brightly. 

I almost lost myself in the moment.  I had forgotten the other students in the class.  God forbid someone went to the dean and got the newbie fired.  I cleared my throat and put my professional face back on.

“And your name, sir?” I asked him.

“Alec Volturi,” he replied with a smirk.

“Well Mr. Volturi, we can discuss this further when the class ends,” I said to him and he nodded.

I went on with the rest of the class, looking his way every chance I got.  I caught him checking me out.  He started from my high-heeled shoes, up my black pencil skirt, and eventually meeting my eyes.  I adjusted my glasses, a nervous habit I have had forever, and then nearly melted in a puddle when I saw him lick his lips. 

“Well, I am letting you all out ten minutes early. Don’t expect it often. Goodbye,” I said to the class, quickly gathering my things.

I rushed out amongst the students and dashed over to my office.  I was afraid I was going to sprawl out in front of my class and beg for the cutie to take me there.  I made it to my office and entered quickly.  I slammed the door quickly behind me and leaned against it.  I was breathing heavily, trying not to think about the hotness that was Mr. Alec Volturi.  A knock at my door startled me and my books and papers went everywhere.

I opened the door to see the cause of my recent need to change my panties.  He was standing there holding my planner.

“You forgot something,” he said tapping my planner in his hands. He pushed his way through my office and sat my planner down on my desk.

“Oh thank you.  What can I help you with, Alec?” I asked, bending down to pick up the rest of my papers.

“Extra credit, remember?” He said giving me a deliciously sexy smirk while bending down in front of me, helping me to gather my papers.

His fine, rounded ass was staring back at me.  I wanted to bite it, or pinch it, to make sure it was real.

“Like I said, come to class, study, do the work.  Simple as that,” I spoke, trying to sound confident, but I could smell him in front of me. 
Intoxicating scent.

He brought his hand to my face and a shock flooded through my system.  I didn’t know what came over me, need, desperation, insanity.  Whatever it was caused me to grab him by the back of his neck and kiss him.  If this was going to be the last time I tasted this man, I was going to go for it all.  My lips touched his and that shock I felt earlier flooded through me.  He grabbed me by my hips and brought me down onto him on the floor.  He rolled on top of me and moved his tongue into my mouth.  His tasted divine and I wanted to quote sonnets about his honey lips.

When he moved his hand to untuck my shirt, my mind cleared and I pushed him off me. I stood quickly and clambered over to my desk.  I had to compose myself right?  I was a professor right?  Standards… all that good stuff…

The disappointment on his face was evident and I just couldn’t have that.  I rushed back at him and brought my lips back to his.  He was off balanced and bumped into my plant.  He tried to grab it, but I stopped him by biting into his neck.  I wanted his attention.  His moans and focused back on us. Soon we were of scurry of clothes and hands.

“I don’t…hmmm….have much time,” I whispered out as he slowly unbuttoned my shirt.

“I’ll make it quick…this time. But I must see these,” He said teasing my nipples through my shirt.

I couldn’t stand it any longer, I practically ripped my shirt off.  My bra was the next to go, but it was barely off before I was attacking his lips again. 

“Where do you want me?” I moaned as he kissed me back eagerly and twisted my nipples between his fingers.

“Desk. Now,” he growled out.

Our chests were bare and I could feel the sweet starting to build on him.  I couldn’t resist, so I licked his chest slowly from his navel to his chin.  He pushed me back on desk and flipped me on my stomach.  His fingers quickly moved my skirt to my hips and began to work my heated center.  I was practically drenched already. 

“Did I make you this wet?” He groaned.

“Yes, Alec!” I whispered out to him, moaning when I felt his tip at my cloth covered entrance.
He did not waste any more time simply moving my panties to the side and pushing himself into me.  He was thick and long.  It took a few seconds for us both to adjust before he pulled back out again.  Alec thrust harder and harder, hitting my spot every single time.  I never thought I could come so fast.

“Oh fuck, Alec, I’m about to come,” I moaned.

“Yes, Professor Swan, come for me,” He urged.

And fuck yes, I did.  I squeezed him tighter and tighter as my orgasm struck.  A few thrusts afterwards, Alec fell over as well.  He collapsed on my back and there was a hum between us.  Once I had calmed, I noticed that I had ten minutes left ‘till my next class.

“So I guess I have that permanent extra credit,” he said tossing his bookbag on my desk.

I opened it to find a new skirt, blouse, panties, and some wetnaps.  This man was a godsend.

“Alec, you don’t even have to come to class,” I said, leaning over to kiss him.

“Yes, I’m the world’s greatest role-playing hubby,” he stated proudly, grabbing my ass.

“Thanks, baby.  Now get out.  I have real students to teach.”

Week 5 :

Push me up against the wall, and do NAUGHT things to me!

Welcome Home by Cullen.Love.101 Bella/Jasper

The party was in full swing by the time I arrived at my best friend, Alice’s, house in Forks, Washington. She loved to host parties, & her ‘End of Summer Bash’ was always the best – I never missed them. I made my way through the throng of faceless people until I made it into the kitchen where I got myself a bourbon & coke before trying to find Alice.

When I couldn’t find her downstairs, I quickly finished my drink & started to make my way upstairs, weaving my way between many couples intent on almost doing ‘it’ on the staircase. Tongues were exploring their partner’s mouths, hands were groping various body parts & it all seemed to just bring back how long it had truly been since I was the one who was tongue wrestling with my partner, who had groping hands all over me – God, it’s been too long.

As I got to the second level, I squeezed my way through even more couples jammed into the hallway making out. Alice always locked the bedroom doors when she had her parties – she didn’t allow anyone into the bedrooms – just the thought of having to wash the soiled sheets made her stomach turn, so she put a stop to it before it ever happened by making sure to lock all the rooms. If the party-goers wanted to get it on, they had to go somewhere else for that.

I was about to head up to the third floor to Alice’s room when I heard someone call my name.

“Bella?”

I turned towards the voice & my panties were instantly drenched. It was Alice’s smoking-hot brother, Jasper, in all his 6 foot-2 inch, cowboy-looking glory. I felt myself drooling at just the sight of him. Jasper was 3 years older than me, had already graduated college & moved to Texas to work. He was always the primary star of my teenage fantasies & even as an adult, he had starred in more than his fair share. Forget Hollywood’s hottest, this man beat them all, hands down.

“Hey Jasper, welcome home”. I couldn’t stop staring at him. He had gotten a really nice tan by going to Texas & he still had that panty-soaking, lop-sided grin when he genuinely smiled.

“Hey Bella, Thanks. It’s been too long.” He said, as he wrapped me in his arms. Alice’s family has always been very affectionate, so Jasper hugging me was nothing new…until I felt his lips on my neck – that was new.

“You have no idea how much I have missed you, Bella.” He whispered in my ear. “You smell so good. Come on, let’s go somewhere a little more private.” With that, he took my hand & led me to the end of the hallway, taking a key from his pocket, he unlocked a door & pulled me inside.

Flicking on the lights, he pulled me close to him & captured my lips in a searing kiss. It took me several moments to respond to his ministrations due to the shock that my deepest desire was actually coming true. Once I recovered from the shock, I kissed him back in earnest, our tongues fighting for dominance as hands began exploring each other’s bodies. I was soon pressed up against the wall as the kiss became more heated. My hands slipped under his shirt to explore beneath.

Jasper broke the kiss to quickly remove his shirt, before latching back onto my lips. His lips soon moved to my neck & then behind my ear before whispering “Please, Bella, I need to see you.” Quickly understanding his plea, I nodded my head, when his hands suddenly were around me, pulling down the zipper of my little black dress. He silently lifted it over my head, enjoying his new view with every inch as he slid it over my head. The dress was soon removed & thrown somewhere behind us, leaving me clad in my lacy black bra with matching panties & my black pumps. I heard him whisper ‘beautiful’ before our lips smashed together once more, our hands now able to explore more of each other.

I could feel his rock hard cock pressing into my stomach & I couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped me. If he only knew the dreams I’d had about that particular part of his anatomy.

“It’s OK darlin’, I’ve dreamed about this moment for so long too.” He encouraged, as he lifted me & pressed my back into the wall. I wrapped my legs around him as we both started rubbing against each other, my head falling back against the wall as he ravaged my neck, nipping, sucking & kissing with fervour. Within moments, he was reaching behind me to unclasp my bra then threw it over his shoulder before taking my left nipple into his mouth & continuing his ravaging of my body. He paid equal attention to the right breast after he had my nipple in a hard begging peak.

When he had paid homage to both my breasts, he returned to my lips & at the same time, wrapped his arms around me then proceeded to carry me to the bed.

He laid me down, before standing to quickly remove his jeans. His huge, rock-hard, cock was trying to break through the material of his Hanes Boxer Briefs. The size alone made me swallow loudly but at the same time think that it must be causing him some pain, being so hard. I wanted to help him out, so I quickly got on my knees & crawled to the end of the bed. I swiftly reached in & pulled him out, licking my lips at seeing the purple head begging me to help relieve the pressure within. I leaned forward & took him into my mouth.

I heard Jasper moan my name with relief as I returned the favour to him & his turgid member, & he threaded my fingers into my long mahogany hair guiding me at his pace. He began thrusting into my mouth, faster, until he pulled out of my mouth, thankfully just moments before I was about to gag. “Need you now”, he whispered before pushing me back onto the bed. He quickly removed my thong followed by his boxers then reached into his nightstand to grab the small package, before joining me on the bed.

He pulled me close to him & our lips joined once more. He rolled onto his back, tore open the condom packet, rolled it on then pulled me on top of him. I moved so that my dripping core was hovering above his aching cock. He placed his hands on my hips, guiding me, as I slid down on him. I felt my insides stretch like never before, knowing he was the only one inside of me in so long, & also the biggest, ever. We both moaned in ecstasy when he was fully sheathed inside of me, before we began moving. The pace quickly built, becoming almost frantic as we could both feel ourselves speeding towards our release, knowing neither would last too long. As I came, I saw fireworks burst in front of my eyes & cried out Jasper’s name, at the same time he cried out mine.

I collapsed onto his chest panting & hearing my own heart pounding. Jasper wrapped his arms around me & kissed the top of my head. We lay there catching our breaths & soaking up the moment, before we had to get back to the party.

About ten minutes later, we finally released each other before standing up once more. We lovingly dressed each other amidst tender kisses & then help each other once again, not wanting the moment to end. “I don’t want to let you go, Bella.” He whispered to me.

“You never have to, Jasper. Now I have you, I never want to let you go either. I’m positive we can work something out. I know your life is in Texas, & until college finishes, my life is in Seattle, but once this final year is over, there’s nothing stopping us.” I replied.

“Well, I’m here permanently now – I got a job in Seattle, starting in two weeks time. I’m gonna start looking for an apartment on Monday, so there won’t be anything stopping us from being together.”

I gasped at his announcement & jumped into his arms, kissing him all over his face. Before he placed me on my feet once more. “I guess we’d better head back out there – Alice still doesn’t know I’m here.” With that, we turned to the door, hand in hand & headed back out to the party downstairs.

As we came back out into the hallway, Jasper immediately locked the door then turned back to me & gave me another tender kiss on the mouth. “Thank you for that unique Welcome Home, Bella. That is the best I can ever recall.” With that he bent down & kissed me gently once more. As he stood back up, Alice came down the hall, wrapped in the arms of her boyfriend, Edward.

“Bella, you finally got here. Jasper, move out the way.” My Pixie-like friend said, elbowing her brother out of her way in her rush to wrap me in her arms. I hugged her back telling her I was trying to find her when I ran into Jasper. Her slight blush & quick look at Edward was all I needed to know she was otherwise busy too.

With that, I asked if she wanted to go dance. With a nod of her head, the four of us descended the stairs to the main floor, hand in hand & danced the rest of the night away.

~JNG~

Playing With Your Food by TheUnderStudy Angela/Emmett

 

I stepped into the club and adjusted my glasses.  They are non prescription of course, but they are my comfort, a reminder of my human life.  I considered which to be tonight, the coy temptress or the shy bookworm.  It never mattered to me though.  It was about what I wanted and needed.  The blood… The sex… 

I scanned the large space and found the object for tonight’s feast. As I walked over to his place by the bar, I took in his form.  He was gorgeous and his eyes kept scanning over the room as if looking for something.  His eyes caught mine and my steps faltered for a second. I doubt that he noticed, but I did.  A sly smile appeared on his face and I immediately decided on doing something different.  I am just going to be myself.  I sat down at the seat closet to him at the bar and stroked up conversation. 

“I’m Angela,” I said as I stuck out my hand. 

“Emmett McCarty,” he said sweetly. 

We talked about his love for computers, Real Housewives, and Nikki Giovanni.  I never took him for a lover of poetry, but he was full of surprises tonight.  I told him about my love for photography, Miles Davis, and dancing.  At that moment he stood up straight and extended his hand to me. 

“May I have the pleasure of this dance,” he said and his voice melted over me. 

I felt like he just dazzled me… A human!  I took in his scent and was enthralled.  He escorted me out onto the dance floor and I couldn’t believe I was following him like some lost puppy.  A slow song began to play and Emmett wrapped his arms around my waist.  My hands immediately go around his neck and we rock to the beat of the song.  I was lost in his baby blues and my dead heart would be exploding out my chest the way he stared at me.  I began taking unnecessary breaths and I could tell that he was becoming entranced by my alluring scent.  

  

I turned in his arms and his hands slid to my sides, gripping me tight.  I grind my backside against his growing erection and his hiss causes me to moan.  If this was only half mast, I couldn’t wait for the full salute.  We continued to sway and grind and grope.  I was on fire.  It was like changing all over again.   I had to get back into control.  I went to grab him through his pants when I stopped at the sound of his voice. 

So who am I to judge you on the past, girl

I bet there’s a reason for it all

you say that you’re nothing like the last girl

I just pray that you don’t let me down right now

it’s too late, I’m already yours

you just gotta promise me, hearts won’t break

and end up like before 

The deep tenor of his voice was like fresh blood from the vein.  He whispered over the tune of Jamie Foxx’s “Fall For your Type” and I became wet at the sound.   His kiss against my neck sent me into overdrive and I knew I had to have him.  Now. 

I took his hand and led him to the elevators.  He was shocked to see them, but I immediately kissed him.  He grabbed me closer to him and even his human body felt perfect so close to mine.  My fingers found themselves tangled in his brown locks and I was in ecstasy just from his kiss.  I believed that I had actually become dizzy.  Was that still possible for a vampire? 

“I’ve been waiting for you for so long Angela,” Emmett whispered just as the elevator dinged. 

“What do you mean?” I asked curiously as I slowly led him to the door. 

“My sister always claimed she could see the future.  I never questioned her.  You can’t be right that many times.  She told me I would find the woman of my dreams here in Seattle, at this club.  She told me on a Wednesday, to ‘drink, dance, and feel it.’  This is the first time I ‘felt it.’” Emmett said caressing my face.   

He and his sister were fools.  There was no way he could be my mate. He’s all fleshy with a beating heart.  It was rare for mates to find each other amongst other vampires, let alone a vampire and human.  Emmett would be just a meal…a very handsome looking meal.  I smiled at him and open the door to the loft apartment.  I close and lock the door and turn to stare at Emmett.  He walked slowly over to me and kissed me again. 

“I can’t explain why I’m so drawn to you,” he said softly. 

“It’s just the dazzle,” I whispered as I kissed him back.   

“You’re so cold… Let’s see if I can warm you up,” he laughed and I join in, unable to deny his joy. 

His kisses were feverish and I had to remember not to drain him now.  I wanted him so much.  His blood was so inviting, not that of a singer, but something else entirely.  He was still kissing all over me, ripping off my dress as we traveled down the hallway.  I pulled off his shirt to reveal his fabulous muscled chest to me.  To see him as a vampire would have me in heaven.  The idea seemed to soothe the beast in me and I wanted him forever. 

I shook my head of all thoughts and began to nip and suck on his chest and stomach.   He then yanked me up and pushed me up against the wall.  I tore away my bra and he took my nipple into his mouth. He was every sin, and I wanted to go to hell for doing all of them.  I raked my nails over his shoulder, ripping the skin slightly.  Blood trickled to the surface and I lapped at it.  I hummed at the taste of him and wanted more.  He held my legs up and attacked my lips again.   

“Now let’s see what you taste like,” he groaned as I pushed my aching center into his engorged cock. 

“Yes please,” I cried out. 

He ripped my panties away and circled my clit with his thumb.  His fingers made their way inside my wet hole and I brought my head back in delight of his pleasure.  The wall cracked, but he didn’t notice.  His warm heart was against my chest and I felt like my own heart had begun to beat again.  I was close and on his command, I came….hard.   

“That’s some grip you have.  I think I dislocated a finger.  It was worth it,” Emmett chuckled as he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked on them.  His eyes closed and he hummed in pleasure. 

“So addicting,” he moaned.   

I tried to climb down from the wall to at least taste him, but he stopped me.  He told me that he wanted me here and now. He worked his pants buckle and shimmied down his boxers.  I looked down to see his very large cock making its way to my throbbing center.  I begged him to hurry.  I wanted it all.  Emmett crashed his lips to mine as he plunged deep within me.   We both let out choked cries of pleasure at our joined bodies.  My arms were wrapped around his neck and my hands buried in his hair.  I was trying not to crush his skull from the excitement. 

Sex has never felt like this before, so connected, like everything makes sense.  It felt like…THRUST… everything was finally…UHHHHH…  perfect… THRUST.   I open my eyes to stare at this creature before me and again it’s too much.  I had to end these feelings soon before I came.  I felt like if I did I would be lost in him forever.   

 

“Angela, babe I’m close…” He whimpered as he pushed in and out of me.   

Had it been another vampire, I would have already been through the wall.  Emmett was strong and he was bringing me closer as well.  He called out my name just as I came and bit into his neck.  He exploded into me, filling me in so many ways.  I never felt so complete and strong.  His blood was a lifeline.  He was still coming as I drained him.  A bite always prolongs it.  He slowly slid us to the floor, but he still held firmly to my waist.   

When his heart started to slow, something inside me panicked.   As if on instinct I began to pump him full of my venom.  I removed myself from him quickly and bit into his femoral artery. His wrists are next, as were his ankles.  For three long seconds nothing happened, but his screams started and I was relieved.  Then scared as hell. What did I do?

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