HARD to Get A naughty Twilight retelling

11. The Lion & The Lamb

"Oh Gawd, yes, Edward! There...right there!" Those arctic fingers of his hadn't failed to work their magic, and with my skirt hitched up around my waist, my hands gripped the thick metal bars on both sides of me to stabilize my spread eagle position on his lap. With each press of his index finger, Ginger reveled in his touch while his thumb traced Cleo with faithful circles. If his hands were so knowledgeable I couldn't wait to find out what his cock could accomplish.

With my climax just around the bend, I rode the waves of desire, thrusting my pelvis against his hand, calling out for it, needing it, begging for it when the big finish washed over me seconds later in an extended, hot, quivery groan.

"Oh, God! Oh, Edward! Ohhhh...." I called out, eyes closed when I felt the palm of his other icy hand clamp over my mouth.

"Shhhh," he whispered.

Fuck that. "Ohhhh...." My eyes opened, and I continued moaning against his hand, which stifled my cry of pleasure.

"Somebody's coming," he warned. "Now, shhh."

"I'm coming," I protested until Jessica's nasal whine disturbed the air on the other side of the stall. Edward's hand moved from my mouth to the small of my back and pulled me forward against his chest.

"Where do you think they snuck off to?" I heard her say.

Then Angela's voice spoke up. "I don't know."

"Ugh. I can't believe Edward would even be interested in her anyway."

Blood boiled inside me as the bitch's rude conjecture punched a hole into my sex buzz.

"I don't know, Jess. I think Bella's nice. They're a good pair."

"You would think that, Angela. Anyway, I doubt that Bella's interesting enough to hold his attention for very long."

Oh, no. Them's were fightin' words. And now I was going to have her blood. I worked to struggle free from Edward's iron grip on my arms, prepared to introduce that little pointed nose of hers to the wrath of my fist. Edward wouldn't have it, though and kept my torso pinned against him. If I hadn't been so pissed by what Jessica said, then I would have been happy to just breathe in that spicy scent of him...and my hand would've been more than willing to help Edward with his happy ending, but as my head still reeled from the bitterness of Jessica's insults, all I saw was red. My feet returned to the ground, and as they did the soles of my sneakers produced a quick stomp.

Alarm registered on Edward's face, and two things happened at once. While keeping his hand covering my mouth, he lifted both of his legs, suspending them in the air above the level of the bottom of the door while warning me to stay quiet. And within our view appeared two pairs of legs and feet underneath the door of our stall.

Jessica cleared her throat. "Oh. Is someone in there?"

Edward's golden eyes held a grave warning as he shook his head at me not to reply, and I wondered for a moment if those two might recognize my sneakers. Not that it mattered.

"Ocupado," Edward said in an impressive female voice.

"Oh! Sorry," Angela said.

Jessica and Angela then rushed out of the girl's bathroom, but I was still fuming.

"She is such a...cunt." The words were muffled by Edward's hand, but his eyebrows rose high on his forehead as though he'd heard it crystal clear.

It wasn't a pretty word, I knew, but in my defense I saved it for those who truly deserved it. And Jessica was as cunty as they got.

He uncovered my mouth. "Don't worry about what she said. She's wrong." His lips curved into that crooked smile. "You definitely know how to hold my attention."