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High Tea
Written by leelator
Pairing: Jacob/Bella
Rating: NC-17
Beta: mybrandofheroin and diamondheart
Pre-Reader: tunde-tre
Banner by Nikitajuice
Summary: This one shot that takes place
some years after my multi-chapter WIP, How to Seduce a Werewolf ends. Rated
NC-17 for very good reasons.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The artist or author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
What the fuck is High Tea
anyway? I wondered and then sighed. There
was no way it was going to be anything other than a complete and total cluster of
an afternoon. High Tea, my ass. All
these frickin’ women do is gossip and drink every time they get together to
play Bunko—and not necessarily in that order. Embry, Jared, Sam, and Paul damn sure better drag their sorry
asses to this soiree as well since their wives are members too. If it ends up
being twelve jabbering drunk women and me for the next two hours, Bella is
going on sex restriction for a week.
Well, technically, she was on sex
restriction already. After she rented Remember Me starring that English
fairy on my movie night pick and then cried down my shirt for twenty
minutes, I lowered the boom on her.
Yeah, right. I had to grin. Every time I threatened that one, I never
made it 24 hours before she got my pants around my ankles and had her way with
me. It sure was fun to find out how she was going to wear me down, though.
Walking into the stuffy lobby, I
didn’t see any of the other guys lurking around searching for a bar or an
escape. That was not good news. A few octogenarians and prissy looking arty
types were strolling about giving me the once over. Oh, yeah, this is going
to be a fun filled afternoon. Sighing, I made my way to the Concierge Desk
and asked about Bella’s group.
“Mr. Black?” The sophisticated woman behind the counter looked
at me and smiled. Seeing my nod, she got up and led me out to a hall of
nondescript doors, indicating one that was equally as uninteresting as the
others. “You’re here in the Rose Tea Room, sir.”
Sounded just ducky.
“Go right on in. I do hope you enjoy your High Tea, Mr.
Black. We’re quite famous for our elegant dos, you know.” Jesus. Trying
not to shudder or roll my eyes, I entered the room.
I expected to walk into a party
full of yakking, tipsy women and was stunned by the utter quiet in the room other
than some soft music playing in the background. Squinting while my eyes
adjusted to the dark space, I made out a table dotted with little silver platters
that were piled
high with tiny cakes, sandwiches, and cookies, along with a tall silver teapot.
Next to the table stood my beautiful wife. What the fuck?
Bella looked luscious wearing a
long-sleeved silky blouse that tied in a prim bow under her chin. She had on
pretty little pumps and a skirt that wrapped around her body. Her hair was
pulled on top of her head into a bun thing, and she had her reading glasses
perched on her nose.
All in all, she looked like the
secret librarian fantasy I’d had when I was thirteen. What the hell was she
up to?
“Would you join me in a cup of
tea, Mr. Black?” Her voice was softly sensual.
“Why yes, I’d love to join you,
Mrs. Black.” I couldn’t keep the leer off my face.
Before I could move, she gave me
instructions. “Better lock the door then. I told the staff we’d like to have
some privacy, but I’d hate to have our … tea … interrupted.”
Damn, so would I. Complying, I
strolled over to her and leaned on the table, trapping her between my hands.
“Tsk, tsk, Mr. Black. You need to
have a seat while I fix your tea.” She indicated a plush chair in front of her,
and I plopped down, eager to find out what was going to happen next.
She turned around and bent over
the table, waggling her little fanny in my face. “Hmmm, let’s see. What flavor
would you like? We have black tea, white tea, Oolong, and Pu-erh.” She stretched
the word out lovingly. Jesus, she had purring tea? “Which one would you like to
taste?” She gave me a soft smile over her shoulder.
That was easy. “Why, I’d like to
taste a little Black.” In my experience, nothing on earth had a better flavor
than Mrs. Black.
Laughing, she pulled out the tea
bag, assembling some china and a little spoon. She picked up the heavy teapot
and poured in the water, managing not to spill or drop a thing. Turning around,
Bella crossed her ankles and leaned against the table. “Now, Mr. Black, a bit
of patience. We have to bob … bob … bob … the tea up and down in the hot,
steamy water ever so slowly,” she said as she allowed the little bag to dip
lazily again and again into the tiny cup.
I could feel heat stir through my
body, and my dick began to twitch as I stared at her. Finally, she stretched
over to hand me my tea; her fingers and eyes lingered on mine before she turned
and picked up her own drink, breathing it in and then taking a long sip.
“Mmmm, it’s so hot, Mr. Black.”
She looked at the brew and then stared into my eyes as she pursed her lips and
blew softly into her cup. I shifted in my seat as my pants became
uncomfortable. Her little pink tongue licked the rim before she took another
sip, and then she sighed and put down the saucer.
“My goodness, drinking this tea is
getting me all warm and … sticky.” I inhaled deeply and caught a whiff of her
arousal. Fuck me. She edged back onto the table behind her until she was
comfortably seated (I noticed a large section of it was empty), and she crossed
her legs and leaned back on her hands.
Slowly, she fanned a hand in front of her face. “I better
take these off before they get steamy,” she said as she set her glasses to the
side. Then she reached for the tight bun behind her head, pulled out the pins
that secured it, and then shook her hair causing it to cascade down her back. I
stared at the mahogany strands and itched to put my fingers in them, but there
was no way I was interrupting her little show.
She cocked her head as if
she were in deep thought. I watched, fascinated, as she pouted and tsked to
herself. “I’m still just way too hot, Mr. Black.” Her voice oozed over me.
Slowly, she pulled the tie at her neck and, closing her eyes, she seemed to be
concentrating intently.
“No, I’m afraid that didn’t do it either,” she said. “I’d
better get rid of this stuffy old shirt.” Sounded like a great idea to me.
Never opening her eyes, she unbuttoned both cuffs and then
slowly, slowly let her hands slide down the buttons of her blouse, caressing
each one as she slipped it open. Moving her fingers under the waistband of her
skirt, she gently skimmed her stomach and then sighed
in frustration. “This silly thing is blocking my way. I guess I’ll just have to
undo it as well.”
My eyes got huge as I watched her hand slide to the clasp
holding her wrapped skirt together. She hummed as she released the catch, and
then pushed the cloth away, revealing the ivory satin of her slip. “Oh, yes,
that’s so much better.” She opened her eyes and stared at me under her lashes.
“Let me just peel off this shirt, and I’ll feel cool as a … mmmm … cucumber.”
My temperature was skyrocketing as I watched her slide the
thing off her shoulders and arms. Underneath the blouse she wore a delicate camisole.
My fingers longed to feel its silk as well as the velvety skin that it
hid. I glanced at the door silently praying the lock held and no crowd of
industrious busboys came rushing in to clear the table anytime soon. Meanwhile,
Bella slid off her little pumps and leisurely stretched out her toes. One tiny
foot just happened to stroke my bulging erection.
“Oh, Mr. Black, I am sooo sorry. What must you think
of me?” she asked and bit her lip in apparent embarrassment. I tried not to
groan as I watched her.
When she moved her foot, her leg slid through the high slit
in her slip. “Oh, my, Mr. Black. And I just realized—I forgot to put on my
panties before I … came.” She eased her legs apart
and, sitting in my chair, I had a bird’s eye view of the deep pink
petals between her thighs. Fuck me running and steal my shoes! Her sweet
little pussy was wet and swollen, which made my dick feel like it was going to
explode at any second. Suddenly, sitting was no longer an option for me.
When she saw me stand, Bella pulled her legs underneath her
and wriggled around on the table. I had no idea what the hell she was doing,
but I held my breath, hoping that none of the china or trays came flying off in
the process. She turned one hundred and eighty degrees and lay face up,
positioning her feet away from me, while her hair brushed against my legs as I
stood next to her head. Looking at me, she stretched her back like a naughty
little kitten and smiled.
I growled as I leaned over her and caught the satin bow
between her breasts with my teeth, gently tugging it until it came undone. My
hands cupped the sweet mounds before me, and I flicked the tiny buttons of her
camisole open to reveal her bubble gum pink nipples. God, I never would get
enough of her if I lived a thousand years.
I drank in the ivory and rose feast before me and licked my
lips. Capturing one nipple with my mouth, I lightly tongued it. Fuck, she
always tasted like nectarines. My hands grazed down her body, and I pulled off
her slip then my fingers slid between her legs and dipped into her wet folds. I
wanted a taste. My eyes closed as I hummed in satisfaction while I licked my
fingers, cleaning them the way a cat would groom himself—making sure I didn’t
miss a delicious drop. I needed more, and I spread her thighs open so I could
enjoy my meal. But Bella had other ideas.
I felt the delicate sensation of her fingers on my thighs,
and then she skimmed them up my groin and cupped my cock; I couldn’t contain
the rumble in my chest. Her hands moved to my belt buckle, quickly dealing with it, and
then she pulled down my zipper, sliding my pants and boxers out of her way. She
claimed her prize and grasped my erection in her little fingers.
“Lean back, Mr. Black. I need to
investigate this area more closely,” she said, her voice husky. As I did as I
was told, I realized Bella had draped her head off the table so her mouth was
perfectly positioned over my dick, and she began to gently lick the tip.
There was no way I could stop
myself.
I pushed my cock between those
pouting lips and reveled in the feel of the soft, tight cave that surrounded
me. Tilting back, I watched my length slowly feed in and out of her mouth. With
her head in this position, it went deeper than ever. God damn! The sight
and sensation made my balls tighten and tingle.
The tip of her tongue
traced the rim, and then quickly flicked the underside ridge, nearly making me
lose my mind. Sliding her hands down, she cupped my balls and then pulled me
forward so she could gently draw them into her mouth.
“You don’t need to do that, baby,”
I whispered. It always amazed me that she found every part of my body
desirable. She continued to stroke me and then opened her eyes.
“Mmmm, oh, yes I do,” she said as
she stared up at me. “You don’t know how good you taste to me, Mr. Black.
You’re all musky down here, honey, and yet you still have that clean, crisp
scent I love. It drives me crazy, Jacob.”
She nuzzled down the sensitive
seam between my nuts, licking and delicately sucking as she went. I threw my
head back and tried not to blast my load all over her as she gently drew one
ball and then the other into her mouth, sucking on them like they were blow
pops, and then rolling them under her tongue so I could feel the silky texture
there. When she moaned, sending vibrations through her mouth and throat, the
sensation was like an electrical current shooting through my groin.
“Fuck, Bella! Honey, I’m
gonna come!” I warned her, trying not to shout, but I really didn’t care if
everybody in the stuffy hotel heard me.
“I love you, Jake.” Her voice was
a whisper, and then she latched on to me, pulling my cock deeper and deeper
into her throat. Leaning over the table, I buried my face in her stomach,
jerking and twitching as I finally blew into her sweet mouth.
When I became coherent, I turned
my head, pillowing it on her little belly. “Shit, Bells. God, are you
trying to kill me here?” I finally got out. “Where the hell did you hear about that?”
She giggled and scooted her
way down, narrowly missing a platter of little pies. When our faces were
opposite each other’s, she looked at me and grinned. “Well, I was reading a
piece in The Ladies Home Journal last week entitled ‘Tantalizing
Teas and Titillating Table Toppers—How to Get the Most Bang for Your Buck.’
They gave very specific recommendations.”
“Fuck me, what a great article. We ought to get a
subscription to The Ladies Home Journal immediately, honey. I’ll write
out a check tonight,” I said. “When my mom used to subscribe, I don’t think
they had anything like that or Dad would still be getting it.” I gave her a
sleepy and contented smile. “Damn, they sure are getting progressive at The
Ladies Home Journal.”
“Don’t you get too comfortable, Mr. Black.” Her tone was
sweetly scolding. “No resting on the job when there’s more work for you to do.
I’m not through with you by a long shot.”
I breathed in her rich scent, and my cock twitched again,
reminding me that I still had needs to take care of—her needs. She rubbed my
nose Eskimo style. “I’m afraid I’ve been a very
naughty girl. You see, I’m on sex restriction week right now, and I’m afraid I
haven’t complied a hundred percent within the true spirit of the rules.” She
looked at me pitifully.
I smiled. “My, my, I think
somebody needs to be punished for that infraction, don’t you?”
She glanced at me under her lashes
and nodded, her teeth biting into that lip again. Nuzzling her neck, I pulled
her naked body off the table and set her on her feet. Her arms slid up my shirt,
and she pulled my head down and licked my lips and then pressed her tongue
against mine. Our mouths stroked and sucked, our tongues exploring each
different surface, and I felt my pulse begin to pound in my ears, and the blood
start to pool in my groin. I loved the sensation of her nude body against my
clothed one, and my erection grew against the velvety skin of her stomach.
“I’m afraid I deserve a spanking,
Mr. Black.” She glanced down at my hardening dick, her little pink tongue
peeking out between her lips.
Turning around, she bent over the
table and laid her luscious tits down on the cool surface. I could see her
nipples peak there and wondered if it was because she was cold or because she
was hot. She wiggled that beautiful, naked ass she’d propped up and stared at
me over her shoulder.
“I’m ready for my punishment now,
Mr. Black.” She sighed and smiled as I approached.
Taking my position behind her, I
cupped her full bottom, slapping one side softly and then stroking the fine
grain of her skin. For some reason, we usually never got much further anytime I
was supposed to spank her. She widened her legs and raised herself up, and I
groaned as her smell flooded over me. Leaning back, I carefully spread the
cheeks of her ass and looked at her deep pink sex, swollen and puffy, juices
glistening.
Shit, just one little taste.
Kneeling down, I ran my nose over
the hot, pouting skin. My tongue dipped into her cleft, it lingered at her
clit, and then flattened as I dragged it up to her core where I washed it in
and around her pussy. Her breathing became jagged, and I heard her heart rate
skyrocket. Crying out, she tilted her center towards me as I straightened up,
licking my lips, still tasting her. She looked at me over her shoulder, her
eyes filled with warm, loving heat.
No wonder I kept a constant hard on almost every minute I
was around this woman. Settling behind her, I let my cock rub the folds between
her legs. The head became lubricated in the thick juice there and slowly, I
nosed it into her warm slit. I rocked back and forth, dipping into her gently
as she groaned and tried to push against me.
“Jake.” Her voice was faint as she
lowered her head.
“Yes, baby?” I whispered in her ear as I thrust into her ever so
gradually. “You’ve been a bad little girl, and I don’t know that I should give
you all of this cock.” She moaned and clutched my arms. I reached around and
cupped those beautiful tits and squeezed them as I deepened my thrusts just an
inch. “Do you want me to fuck you with it, Bella? Do you want me to bury it
deep into that tight little pussy of yours and ram it into you over and over?”
“Yes, honey. Please!” I knew she was at the breaking
point, but I wanted to draw it out for her as long as I could. Pinching and
playing with her nipples, I slowed my hips and ran my teeth and tongue along
her neck, lapping and nipping where it joined her shoulder.
“Are you sure, sweetheart?” I
breathed in her rich scent. “I wouldn’t want to rush y—”
“God damn it, Jacob!” That was my cue. She’d obviously been thinking about
her little ploy for a while, and the buildup was finally too much—for both of
us. She screamed as I slowly plunged between her
slick walls, feeling them squeeze around me. As I steadily drove into her,
her passage stretched and gave until, finally, I bottomed out. We both let out
a long, low groan together. Holding her by the hips, I slid in and out,
thrusting deep and then reluctantly pulling out,
gradually increasing my speed as I listened to her cries. Every time I
withdrew, her muscles clamped down on me, successfully keeping me in that hot,
liquid channel.
I never wanted it to end, but I
couldn’t stop my rising excitement and my relentless need to fuck her harder
and deeper, to create more and more friction between us. Moments later, I was
hammering into her, pulling her onto my bursting erection again and again.
She found some leverage by
grabbing the edge of the table, she thrust back against me as the teacups and
platters rattled and fell, and she drove me deeper into her core. I felt like
my world was only Bella as I heard the wet slap of our bodies, our heavy
breathing, and the groans
we couldn’t control.
Suddenly, she screamed my name,
and her pussy spasmed on my cock, clutching it and milking it, forcing me to
finally shoot my seed deep into her body. Jesus Fucking Christ, I felt like my
heart was exploding. As we collapsed onto the mess we’d made of the
table, we gasped for air and waited for our pulse to approach some sort of
normal rhythm. I nestled into her sweaty little neck and held her close to me while
she pulled my arms around her as tightly as she could.
Brushing aside her hair, I
kissed her throat as she curled her hands into mine, and we whispered silly,
secret words to each other. I lazily glanced around at the chaos surrounding
us—porcelain cups, little cakes, sandwiches, and tarts had landed
everywhere—and I rubbed my nose against her ear and started chuckling.
“What?” She smiled up at
me.
“Damn, honey.” I looked at her and
managed an exhausted grin. “I never would’ve
believed it, but I gotta say, I absolutely love High Tea!”
Author’s Notes: I really was reading an article in The
Ladies Home Journal last week about this. I least I think it was The
Ladies Home Journal. Hmmm … .
My great thanks to mybrandofheroin and diamondheart for
beta’ing this. And special thanks to tunde-tre for not only pre-reading and
offering many helpful suggestions, but for inspiring me to write this in the
first place. Nikitajuice was kind enough to
create the beautiful banner for my story.
If you’d like to read about Jake and Bella’s early
adventures, check out How to Seduce a Werewolf on Twilighted:
Or fanfic:
If you can make it past the first
three chapters, I promise it gets better.
