One Night Only

Twenty-Five

"Checkmate." Edward face was devoid of emotion but his eyes gleamed in victory.

I grinned, rolling my eyes at him. "You know, you're overdoing it just a tad. You know you want to gloat about how you're a master at chess." Somehow, Edward convinced me to play a round of chess with him on our last day in Forks. I felt like it could do no harm in indulging him in a game or two. We sat on pillows on the floor by the fireplace, the gameboard on the coffee table along with our glasses full of syrah. I didn't realize how complex the game actually was. He repeatedly kicked my ass but I enjoyed watching him concentrate and meticulously calculate his moves.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Isabella." He smirked, toying with one of the pieces on the board.

I scoffed, raising an eyebrow. "Isabella? Since when do you call me that?"

"Would you prefer I call you Marie instead?" He challenged.

I tossed a pillow at him, aiming for his head which he gracefully dodged. He was laughing and I called him a smartass, fueling his laughter. I couldn't help but to laugh along with him.

"You know, you never told me about how you got into the club," Edward spoke after our laughter died down.

"I can say the same about you."

"I brought it up, so you go first."

"Alice got me in," I answered. "I was newly single and Jacob was the only man I ever knew. I figured it would be an outlet for my anger and for me to experience being with someone new. The first time I went, I was fucking terrified."

I thought back on that night, remembering every emotion and feeling I had. "I couldn't wrap my head around what was happening all around me. After a few drinks, I managed to loosen up some. I watched people fuck and it was thrilling. It was incredibly erotic to watch people in various stages of intimacy and sex. I didn't participate that night, just watched."

"Sounds to me like you're a voyeur."

"Sex is like art to me, beautiful and pleasing to the eye," I admitted fondly. "Anyway, after the first time, I continued to go with Alice every weekend. I even watched her have sex, with both men and women."

He gave me a curious look. "Did you and Alice ever have sex?"

"No, never," I laughed. "Alice is strictly into men but she played with women here and there. She finds women beautiful but she's not bisexual. It's more about sex than it is about attraction for her. The only time she interacted with women was when she and Jasper tagged team them."

"The club is where they met." It wasn't a question.

"Yes. They were together for about three years before I met Alice. They were into to the whole open relationship thing at one point before they collectively decided to be strictly monogamous."

"How often did you have sex at the club?"

"Believe it or not, I barely had actual intercourse. I can say I had penetrative sex with six men, including you, ever since I became a member. The majority of my time spent there, I watched. Other times, I gave and received oral sex. I learned two things sexually about myself—I was heavily into voyeurism and exhibitionism. I get turned on watching people and I enjoy being watched."

I was getting turned on thinking about it and from the look in Edward's eyes as he prowled towards me from his side of the table, told me he was too. I was on my back in a blink and my clothes were stripped from my body until not a single stitch was left. Edward remained dressed as he took in my body, his hands roving over my breasts. He leaned down, hovering his lips over my left breast. My nipples were taut and aching for his attention, which he granted. I gasp as entered me with his fingers, fucking me as he suckled on my breasts. I came swiftly and unexpectedly, crying out in bliss. Edward took that moment to retract his fingers from my slick channel and penetrated me, this time with his cock. I cried out again as he fucked me at a steady pace, his thrusts harsh and deep. He wrung two more orgasms out of me before he finally came. We clung to each other as we kissed passionately, our bodies spent and sated.