Page 23 of Edward’s Bunny

Spankin’ It

Brian

As the hot water cascaded over me in the shower, my thoughts raged like a storm of confusion and doubt. Doubt because of Randy and confusion because of Edward. Or perhaps it was the other way around. All I knew was that my mind was a mess.

Things with Randy hadn't improved. We barely spoke since our argument three days ago. Surprisingly, I didn't seem to mind, and that scared me. We were like roommates—no, worse than roommates—acquaintances. You'd never believe we'd been together for six years.

On the other hand, Edward had become a fixture at the restaurant since showing up two days ago. He continued to help where needed, and I liked having him there. I enjoyed getting closer to him, and that petrified me.

Steam filled the bathroom as I closed my eyes and tried to untangle the emotional storm within. Memories of Randy occupied one side of my mind, while Edward, a man I hardly knew but who exhibited genuine concern, occupied the other.

Frustration bubbled up, and I growled. I couldn't continue sitting on the fence. If I was going to break things off with Randy, I needed to do it. I slammed the shower valve off and flung the door open. Steam filled the small room, fogging the tiny mirror.

I exited the shower, wrapped myself in a plush towel, and left the bathroom. The cool air of the apartment assaulted me, and I shivered as I hurried to my room. I needed to get dry fast.

I stared at my unmade bed as I took my towel from my waist and quickly wiped the tiny drops of water. The bed looked so inviting. It was only nine, but I was on the go from the early morning to now. I had class early, the last class before Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving, what was I going to do about Thanksgiving? My family expected Randy to be there, but I didn’t know if that was going to happen. I’d just have to cross that bridge when it came to it.

Not bothering with clothes, I dropped the towel and slid onto the bed, in between the sheets. The cool material felt nice on my skin. I punched my pillow a few times before flopping my head back. I sighed and stared at the ceiling. Fuck my life, I thought. I didn’t have the answers, and the off-white ceiling sure as hell didn’t.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Instantly an image of Edward filled my mind. His smile, his stunning eyes, his everything called to me. I ran my hand over my chest as arousal rippled through me.

I remembered the way he gazed at me, a blend of determination and vulnerability. The memory of his strong but gentle touch sent shivers down my spine, and I wondered how it would feel to be held by him. In my dream, Edward stood before me, his hazel eyes locked onto mine as he tenderly brushed a lock of hair from my forehead. His touch ignited a fire within me, and I could nearly feel the heat of his breath as he leaned in, his lips tantalizingly close to mine.

“Edward,” I whispered.

“I’m here, my Bunny.” He leaned forward and smashed his lips to mine. A volcano of pleasure erupted at the taste of his lips. I felt his strong arms wrap around me, pulling me closer to his body. My hands found their way into his hair, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened.

His mouth was soft and warm. His tongue massaged mine with a zeal that left me breathless. My body responded to him with a hunger I couldn’t deny. I needed him—no craved him. His lips left mine, and I mewed in protest, but they were quickly back, trailing down my neck, causing me to let out a low moan.

My cock hardened as he slowly made his way down my chest. I arched in ecstasy as his lips bit my pierced nipples.

He pulled back and peered up at me. “I love these. I thought your eyebrow was the only thing pierced. I can’t wait to see if there are any other surprises.”

I giggled, but it quickly morphed into a groan as his lips were back. His strong hands skimmed over my skin, and I arched into his touch. His touch was incredible. My whole being hummed with excitement. I couldn’t help but grind against him. I wanted more.

“Edward, please,” I moaned, and he didn’t need any further motivation. He slowly kissed his way down my body, trailing his tongue down my abs. Pushing away the thin sheet away, he grinned as my pierced cock sprung free.

“Perfect,” he whispered before reaching for his prize.

I shivered at his touch. He leaned forward, and I screamed in pleasure as his lips wrapped around my leaking head. He took my shout as encouragement and deepened his suction. He pulled back, and I gazed down at him. A small smile played on his mouth as he flicked his tongue on my slit and played with my Prince Albert piercing. I moaned again at the tingles from the action. This was one of the reasons I got the piercing—the enhanced pleasure.

Only one thing was better than playing with a piercing during a blowjob. I shook my head; I couldn’t think of that. I couldn’t think of Edward’s tight passage wrapped around me.

My body shook with pleasure as he took me further down his warm throat. I felt like I was going to explode, and my hands tightly gripped the sheets. I could feel my orgasm building as he expertly moved up and down my shaft, alternating between soft teasing licks and deep, hard sucks. I needed to stave off my climax. I never wanted it to end.

“Edward, oh god! Your mouth is magical. It’s fucking magic. I’m going to come,” I shouted.

Edward increased his suction and moved faster at my words. I couldn’t hold back anymore, no matter how much I wanted to. My climax raced through my body like a freight train. Stiffening, I shouted as I exploded my cum down Edward’s waiting throat.

Edward moaned and sucked harder. It was as if he wanted every drop, and I was more than happy to comply. My trembled as my cock pulsed. Edward eased up the pressure and slid back, licking my shaft clean.

This was amazing. I was breathless. My orgasm was the most powerful, most satisfying it’s ever been.

The abrupt slam of the apartment door jolted me from my fantasy, my body springing upright as my gaze fixed on the door. Glancing down, I noticed the evidence of my recent daydream running down my naked chest. Fuck. Randy stepped into the room and abruptly froze. His eyes narrowed as he took in the scene. I knew what he saw—my flushed face, labored breathing, and cum running down my body. Knowing what I'd just done didn’t take a rocket scientist.

“Well, well,” he sneered, his mocking tone erasing any bit of lingering arousal. “What do we have here?”

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