Chapter 12: Less Tricks, More Treats

Chapter 12: Less Tricks, More Treats

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Halloween. 

Yes. It’s for kids. Maybe.

But it’s almost my favorite holiday. Second only to Christmas.

I’ve decked out my house in everything the local party supply store had in stock. It might be a little much, but hey, if you don’t go big, don’t bother.

Edward and I have seen each other consistently over the last few weeks and I’m totally sexually frustrated. 

We’ve had a couple of close calls. There was this one time we were at my place, getting... you know, hot and heavy. Our hands were on each other in places we wouldn’t talk about in polite company when his cell phone went off. Bree had come down with a bad flu at his parents’ house in Port Angeles, and he decided to go pick her up so he could look after her.

I couldn’t blame him, really. He’s a dad after all. If I were in his shoes, G would always be my top priority. 

But all in all, we’ve progressed quite nicely. The town chatter had been quite loud the days following our picnic. I’ve had lots of moms give me the evil eye. Lauren vamped up the hoochie factor a little more, totally ignoring me whenever we’re in each other’s presence, even though she’s still all over Edward to this day.

He’s been great about it, though. He’s been very politically correct with her and everyone else who might’ve given him issues about seeing a parent outside of school.

The cool thing is all my friends finally met Edward about a week ago... officially... without all the alcohol.

We had dinner at Rose and Em’s place, and luckily Edward, Em, and Ben hit it off quite well. They talked football and the latest baseball stats, and Alice, Rose and Angela gave me meaningful looks as the boys carried on. And when Alice discreetly made the pointy finger-in-the hole hand gesture mouthing the words you better fuck him soon, I knew...

They were happy for me.

And Alice is a pervy slut.

But she’s proud of that, so we’re good.

“Mommy, I think this needs more noodles!”

My son is currently surveying the multitude of perfectly gross confections for our haunted house in his ninja costume.

“You got it, kid!” I shout from my room, glancing at my reflection. Perfectly spooky witch, complete with pointy hat and big nose with the mole.

Garrett’s been surprisingly calm and collected about the whole Mommy-and-Mr. Cullen thing. He did ask me one day if Mr. Cullen was my boyfriend. 

Yeah. Imagine that conversation.

“Well buddy, he’s a friend who happens to be a boy, so I guess he is.”

“But, do you like LIKE him, or just like him? Bree says she wants you to be her mommy...”

I pretty much spit my coffee all over my magazine. The one with Johnny Depp on the cover.

That was a sad day.

I explained to my son that yes, while we liked, LIKED each other, I was nowhere near becoming Bree’s mommy. I mean, I really have grown to love Bree and her understated girlyness, but Edward and I have been dating less than a month.. 

I want him. God and my hooha know I want him too. And we’re exclusive—something he and I discussed one evening watching movies on his couch. We rounded third base after that.

Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I make my way downstairs and hear the doorbell ring. I smile, already knowing who’s on the other side.

“Hey! I mean, Helloooo my preettyyy.” I cackle and wiggle my long fingernails at Bree who’s already giggling in her Japanese kimono costume. When I look up, I see the object of my sexual frustration and affection staring at me, an amused grin plastered on his scruffy face.

“Hey, you didn’t dress up? Party pooper!” I say as Edward lays a kiss carefully on my lips, trying to avoid my huge plastic nose.

“Me? I’m totally dressed up. I’m a teacher, overworked and underpaid, see?” He gestures towards his crazy hair—sticking up more than usual—and his pockets turned inside-out. 

“Ah, clever, clever man.” I giggle, leading him into the house. 

“Wow, this is... totally insane... I like it. You would do something like this,” he observes. His hand travels from my shoulder discreetly down to the swell on my ass.

“This costume is pretty accurate, you know... since you put a spell on me from the start,” he whispers, and I can’t help but look at him and snort. Not sexy at all.

“You mock me, woman?” He feigns shock and hurt, hand on chest.

“Yeah, you bet your ass I mock you. What, did you rehearse that line all day?”

He presses himself against my back... right THERE... and oh, mah gaw.... his hands on my hips.

“I’d be careful, Ms. Swan. It’s not polite to disrespect the teacher. I’ll deal with you later.”

Flatline. Motherfucking flatline. 

Did he just... did he? 

I’m getting laid tonight.

Fuck yeah. I’ve been all kinds of nervous all day after he called me to plan for tonight. I shaved, this time making sure I had no fucking “leg mohawk” as Edward had so gracefully named it, and laid out the one black lacey bra and panty set I owned, which I’m currently wearing underneath the crazy witch getup.

My speechlessness makes him chuckle in my ear, creating goosebumps all over my skin.

He’s evil. I knew it. Underneath the neat and tidy exterior, he’s still the guy that almost jumped me on the dance floor.

A couple of hours later, my house looks like a hurricane passed through: candy wrappers are strewn across the floor, streamers and fake spiderwebs droop down, and the point on my pointy hat lies slightly flaccid.

Yeah, that’s right, I said flaccid.

I sit on the couch, feet up on the coffee table looking at Edward from behind as he kisses Bree goodnight. She’s  staying over Lily’s house tonight.

G is staying at my parents’, who had picked him up a few minutes before.

Imagine that introduction.

“Mom, Dad, this is Edward Cullen, Garrett’s teacher. Edward, Charlie and Renee Swan.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Swan... Mr. Swan,” Edward said, shaking Dad’s hand. Luckily, I’d warned Edward that I kind of already told my parents we were seeing each other. Edward smiled politely as Dad sized him up right then and there.

My mother speaks up first.

“Well, aren’t you handsome? Garrett speaks so highly of you, as does Bella,” she wiggles her eyebrows, bumping shoulders with me.

Seriously, Mom?

Yeah. All kinds of awkward. Thank God Edward is so easy-going. I wouldn’t blame him if he ran the other way after that.

So, we are alone. Totally planned. He brought a change of clothes and everything.

“I should start cleaning up,” I finally say, after a few moments of reveling in the peaceful silence without our children.

As I start to get up, however, Edward pulls me gently back down by my wrist until I flop down next to him.

“Oomf!” 

“Sorry, I just don’t want you to leave my side tonight. We’ll clean up tomorrow,” Edward declares, kissing my neck over and over again. My breaths speeds up as I close my eyes, feeling one hand on the back of my neck and the other wrapping around my waist, tugging me closer to him.

Things are kind of awkward with my fake nose and overall costume, but none of it seems to bother or deter him. I think of how ridiculous this whole scene must look from the outside, and I start to giggle. Edward halts all movements.

“Is something... humorous, Bella?” He asks against the skin under my ear.

“Oh, nothing. I’m just wondering if you’ve noticed I’m still in this god-awful witchy thing and just don’t care, or if you’re genuinely turned on by this nose.”

Edward leans away, arching an eyebrow, his lips giving way to the ever-sexy lopsided grin. Without another word, he stands, pulling me up with him.

“Why don’t you show me to your bedroom so I can show you what turns me on?”

Gasp. Alrighty then.

I bite my lip in an attempt to stifle a whorey moan. His smug face tells me I’ve failed.

I lead him upstairs, and his hands grab at my hips as we fumble towards my room. When I open the door the lights are out save one little lamp on my nightstand. 

I turn to face him only to be met by fierce lips on mine. 

Fucking hell. 

We struggle to take off my costume piece by piece. My pointy hat gets thrown across the room; my cap and robe are untied and allowed to fall gracelessly to the floor, leaving me in just my bra and panties.

I work hard to push back my insecurities about my body and how long it’s been since any man has seen me like this and go for undoing his belt and pulling his polo shirt over his head.

His chest and abs are just... rawr. 

It’s not like his abs are all rock hard like you read in the erotic fiction I may or may not have read online, but... yeah... they’re just right. He’s a man, not a sculpture.

His mouth takes inventory of every part of my neck and chest until he reaches the scalloped edge of my pretty bra.

“These are spectacular,” he mumbles as his hands cup and press and fondle my boobs. The boobs are happy. I can hear them cheering from the attention. 

His hot mouth presses kisses against them while his hands work to unclasp the bra from behind. When he finally frees them, he stares in awe.

“Shit, I never get tired of looking at them,” he says and dives right in, nibbling, sucking, fondling. My hands go for his hair, anchoring him to me so I can feel more of his wet, hot kisses.

I finally find my way to the edge of my bed and sit, looking at him as he pulls away and unzips his fly. His pants pool at his feet and his fingers hook his boxer briefs. What I want to see most, what I’ve fucking dreamt about, stands hard and ready in front of me. 

He looks down at me almost guarded, apprehensive. It takes all my strength not to pull him towards me. 

“Are you sure? We don’t have to...OHHHH!”

Yeah, my hand around his dick shut him up real fast.

I mentally fistbump myself. 

Oh, yeah. I still got it.

His hand finds purchase on my shoulder, steadying him as I pull his boxers all the way down until I’m face-to-face with the most beautiful penis, nodding like it’s saying hello.

Hi. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Or will be... in a few seconds.

I look up to assure him, since I really didn’t answer his question.

“I’m sure. I want this.” 

His hand caresses my cheek as I pull him towards me.

My mouth is ready to greet the beautiful penis until I’m stopped.

Not by him, don’t worry. No. 

I can’t get my mouth around him because my gigantic fake nose is pressed against the skin above his base.

I’d be embarrassed if I wasn’t so horny.

Edward, realizing something’s amiss, looks confused. Then he laughs. 

I rip the offensive accessory off my face and take him into my mouth.

“Fuck!”

Yeah, that shut him up once again.

Now, it’s been a long time since I’ve given a blowjob. And I’ve never done it to someone this, um... endowed. 

It’s not like it’s a monster-cock, but it’s considerably bigger than Mike’s.

And I have no idea why the hell I’m thinking about Mike’s dick right now when I have Edward’s inside my mouth.

I try all the moves I can remember, watching his reactions and learning what really makes him crazy.

His hands massage my scalp and I can tell he’s trying pretty damn hard not to push my head down. 

Soon, he tugs a little on my hair, signaling he’s about to come and, as I raise my eyes to his, I can see how I affect him.

He pushes me away until my back hits the mattress, kissing his way up from my stomach up to my lips, and then down again.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Ms. Swan,” he pants against my chest.

Oh, dear God, he’s pulling the teacher card.

“Oh yeah? Am I gonna have to serve detention, Mr. Cullen?” I breathe out all sex-kitten-like.

His eyes gleam with mirth and sex before his fingers push my panties down and off.

And ladies and gentleman, I’m completely naked in front of this totally naked and fuckhot man.

I’m getting laid. I’m getting laid. I’M GETTING LAID!

“I might just have to have you serve it right here, right now... would you like that, Bella?”

He must work a phone sex job after hours with that voice, because really.

Another one of my whore moans escapes as his mouth meets mine again and now we’re frantic.

It’s been a while for the both of us. There’s no need for any more foreplay. 

He nudges my legs open and I immediately comply, wrapping them around his waist, pulling him to meet my wetness.

He’s hot and hard. Just feeling him right there is driving me friggin’ insane.

He pulls away for a moment, resting his forehead against mine, looking down at me with his gorgeous green eyes-- dark with lust. But there’s something else there too.

“This is more than sex to me, you know?”

The words catch me by surprise and I search his eyes for meaning. But I understand what he’s saying.

“It’s more than sex to me too,” I assure him.

“I want it all, Bella. I know it’s soon, but fuck, I want it all.”

My God, he sounds so sincere and desperate all at once.

I feel it too.

And I also feel his dick right. The fuck. THERE.

“Please.” I don’t even know what the fuck I’m begging for, honestly. But he gets it.

And then he pushes.

And then he’s inside.

And then he’s pushing again, until he can’t get any closer.

And it’s not enough.

“Oh, God. So good. So, so, soooo good,” I chant.

He’s not moving yet, and his breath is hot against my lips.

“Oh, fuck. This... this... this is...”

“Fucking awesome,” I sigh.

He closes his eyes and nods silently.

He starts to move slowly, and I can feel every damn inch of him as he establishes a good rhythm, his hand hitching my leg up high around him.

Moans and noises fill the silence of my room, skin sliding and bed creaking.

Soon, his movements grow faster and I’m meeting him every thrust. No words are exchanged because they aren’t needed. We’re communicating plenty.

When I feel his fingers between us pressing on my clit, it takes nothing more than three seconds for me to see stars.

All the constellations. Every single, fucking one. 

He grabs my hips as he loses control, slamming into me until he’s falling over the edge himself.

Edward collapses on top of me, breathing into the crook of my neck. My arms wrap around his back, my hands tangling up in his hair.

When we catch our breath, he rolls away until we’re both staring at the ceiling.

“Holy shit,” he says.

“Yeah.” Eloquent, Bella. Really.

We turn our heads towards each other and smile.

“You okay?” he asks, rolling to his side and caressing my cheek.

“Are you kidding?” I smirk.

He chuckles quietly.

“Sorry I didn’t last that long. It’s been a while. And you’re... you, and hot.”

“I’m not... hot,” I protest. The words hot and Bella don’t seem to go together.

“You’re insane. And hot... And I meant what I said before. I want it all, Bella.”

I smile. Because, yeah.

“I know. We’ll talk more tomorrow. Can we have more sex now?”

What? I’m impatient by nature.

Edward grins and growls into my neck as he attacks me in the sweetest way possible.

Yeah. We’re having sex again.