Sunday, June 28, 2015 | By: Drotuno

Man Behind the Mask Outtake & Pics

Chapter 28 – Outtake – She’s All Mine
She's got legs, she knows how to use them.
She never begs, she knows how to choose them.
She's holdin' leg wonderin' how to feel them.
Would you get behind them if you could only find them?
She's my baby, she's my baby,
yeah, it's alright.

She's got hair down to her fanny.
She's kinda jet set, try undo her panties.
Everytime she's dancin' she knows what to do.
Everybody wants to see if she can use it.
She's so fine, she's all mine,
girl, you got it right
“Legs” – ZZ Top
BELLA
The buzzer on the dryer pulled my attention away from the computer. The Facebook page for Radiant Eclipse was doing well. Really well. Rose and I would occasionally post pictures of the boys recording, small audio or video interviews, and a few snippets of past concerts. In just a few months, we’d grown to millions of followers, which also boosted the sales of records and merchandise and would be the big key to ticket sales for the band’s next tour – whenever that would be. They were still recording their first independent album.
That thought made me smile as I got up to pull the clothes out of the dryer. I wasn’t sure who was more excited to be free of Aro: Jasper, Edward…or me. They were taking their time, writing the best music I’d heard out of them, including the one Edward had specifically written for me. The day they recorded that one, I was a teary, emotional mess. And I’m pretty sure my desk in the office of the studio wobbled just a bit more once I’d done truly naughty things to my husband on top of it.
Pulling all the clothes into the laundry basket, I glanced up at the clock and then out the window down into the alleyway. Edward would be home soon. Rose had set up their photo shoot, and as much as they’d wanted someone local, the photographer they’d liked the best had ended up being in Portland, so the boys had been gone since Thursday. It was now Sunday, and I’d missed Edward with a sickness.
He’d been done touring since before Thanksgiving, and I’d had him all to myself throughout the holidays and the new year. In reality, a few days was nothing in comparison to what we’d endured, but still…I simply missed Edward.
I folded T-shirts, jeans, and balled up socks together as Fender stretched and yawned, hopping down to curl up on the sofa. The little guy had quickly become a member of this house, though he was recovering from being fixed – just one of the reasons I hadn’t gone with the band this time. The sound of a car door slamming made my head snap up to gaze out the window.
There he was – leather jacket, hood up on his sweatshirt, overnight bag slung over his shoulder, and jeans that made everything below his waist look like walking sin. But it was his face that made my breath catch – it always did, really. He looked bright eyed, happy, and gorgeous yet determined to get up the stairs.
The front door opened, and he stepped in seemingly larger than life as I dropped the basket of clothes on the bed.
“Angel?” he called but then caught sight of me in the bedroom.
That face…that one…was all mine. He was sexy and sweet, breathtaking, as he pushed the hood off his head and shrugged out of his jacket, sending his hair up in its usual disarray. The smile was slow, crooked, and filled with a deviant darkness to it that I knew better than anyone.
Someone was feeling selfish after being away, but he wasn’t the only one.
I was in his arms and lifted up before I could say his name.
“Missed you,” I mumbled against the skin of his neck, inhaling the pure scent of him – leather, something woodsy, and just Edward.
“Me, too,” he sighed, falling down on the edge of the bed, but he settled me on his lap.
“How’d it go?” I asked, reaching up to rake my fingers through his hair.
His smirk was amusing, but he nodded. “Not bad. The photographer wanted something dark, different. She put us all in like this…post-apocalyptic, sandy, desert-like shit.”
“She?” I gasped, though I knew the photographer’s partner was a woman. I couldn’t help but tease. Rose and I had researched them; they had amazing ideas. “How naked did you get?”
His chuckle was soft as he shook his head. “Not at all! It was fan-fucking-tastic, angel. Lots of makeup, though.”
“Mmm, you are rather sexy in guy-liner.”
“Shut up,” he said through a laugh. “How’d it go with Fender?” he asked with a grimace, because it was a guy-balls-manly thing.
“He’s fine.” I chuckled and pointed to where the little man was asleep on the sofa.
“I’ll check on him in a second,” Edward said softly, his eyes on me as he cupped my face. “I just…want to look at you.”
Grinning, I looked over his handsome face. He was scruffy but no less beautiful than usual. His eyes were piercing green today, surrounded by long eyelashes that made me envious most of the time.
“Love you,” I sighed, bringing his lips to mine as I shifted to straddle his thighs. “It was a long couple of days.”
“Love you, baby. And you coulda come with,” he countered, grinning and wrapping his arms around me.
Unzipping his hoodie, I pushed at it until he shrugged out of it, leaving him in a white T-shirt. “Fender needed me, and you didn’t need your wife babysitting a photo shoot, Edward. I’m well aware of how handsome you are, and photographers need to use that. I didn’t want my personal opinion to sway things.”
He smiled so very sweetly, tilting his head at me as that gloriously sexy blush crawled over his cheeks. I honestly didn’t know what it was about that blush made me absolutely crazy for him. Maybe because it was such a contrast to the rest of him – strong, lean muscles, dark swirls of ink, a mouth that was deadly when speaking…and when he wasn’t. He was no angel on some levels, nor did he look it, but that blush killed me dead. It made me want to do things to him to see just how long that blush would last…or how quickly it would dissipate.
I didn’t give him a chance to say anything, simply leaned in for a kiss. Edward caught up quickly, a groan escaping him as tongues tasted and twisted, hands reached out and gripped and pushed and pulled.
My eyes rolled back a little when his calloused fingers slid stealthily beneath my shirt, only to find just skin, no bra. They trailed lightly down my spine, across my stomach, only to reach their true destination – my piercings.
“Ah, fuck…” I breathed against his lips as thumbs and fingers toyed with the bars through my nipples, sending shockwaves throughout my whole body.
His wicked smile ghosted across my cheek to my neck, only to meet my ear with breathy words. “I missed this,” he whispered, opening his mouth to the skin of my throat at the same time his hands cupped and kneaded my breasts. “You…just all of you, angel. I never… I didn’t… Fuck, sleeping without you sucks ass.”
I giggled at him, muffling the sound into his shoulder. “Edward,” I said through a soft laugh, pulling back to see his face. “Yeah, me, too.”
Gathering the bottom of my shirt, he smiled, saying, “Let me see you, angel.” I held up my arms, and he swiftly removed my shirt, leaving me astride his lap in only my jeans. His eyes darkened as he bent me back a little. “Ladies, did you behave while I was gone?”
My laugh couldn’t be stopped. It never could when he teased me like that. It was such an Edward thing – silly and sweet and only mine.
Tongue and teeth teased each piercing, hands flattened over my stomach, my ink, my back. It was a reacquainting thing for Edward, something I noticed he did no matter how long apart we’d been. When I sat up straight in his lap, I met his gaze.
“It doesn’t change, angel,” he whispered in awe. “This…” He gestured between us. “You’re… I’m… You have no idea what it’s like…to get to come home…to this.”
He turned, depositing me on the bed, only to stand up. He kicked out of his Docs, reaching back in that sexy-as-hell guy way of taking off his shirt, which he dropped somewhere on the floor. He was so beautiful – ink and muscles, fitting jeans, and his hair standing up in every way – as he leaned over me to reach for the button of my jeans, which were removed quickly, leaving me only in my black underwear.
The grin that curled up on his face was wicked, deadly, as he dragged his tongue across his bottom lip. “Fuck, you’re the most beautiful, the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. You really are like every song ever written.”
I couldn’t help but giggle at him, because it reminded me so much of the morning after we’d first made love. “You never did finish that list, Edward,” I taunted, starting to sit up, but he grabbed me by the legs and yanked me to him, a deadly gleam in his eye.
“Don’t tempt me, angel.”
When I merely raised an eyebrow at him in challenge, he grinned and nodded. “Okay…where to begin?” he purred low and raspy, his gaze raking over every inch of me.
He knelt on the bed between my legs, and I couldn’t help but wrap them around his strong thighs. He loomed tall on the bed, those talented fingers slipping softly up and down my legs, both inside and out.
“ZZ Top said…” he started, grinning when I cracked up. “Legs,” he continued, still touching mine softly, teasingly, never coming anywhere near where I needed him. “She knows how to use them,” he whispered, lifting my leg up a little in order to drop a long kiss to my kneecap. “I want her,” he sang, “said I got to have her…the girl is all right…”
Suddenly, the fact that he was singing the song instead of merely teasing just about made me tackle him off the bed and to the floor. His voice, while usually meant for large audiences and heavy songs, took on a completely different tenor when he sang for me…to me. It was soft, unsure, but no less talented. In fact, I could see the future father in him when we decided to have kids – singing and rocking them to sleep, playing the piano for them.
Kisses dropped to my knee again, and he rained them down the inside of my thigh. Just when I thought he’d remove my underwear, he braced a hand by my head, cupping my face with his free hand.
He hummed something different against my lips, a new song. “Lips like sugar,” he crooned, “sugar kisses…”
I kissed him back, but he pulled away too soon, picking up my hand. He doted on the heart-shaped E on the inside of my wrist, turning my hand in order to love on my inked wedding band. Those dark-green eyes met mine as he changed songs again.
“I’ll be wrapped around your finger.” He smiled when I laughed softly at him, pressing a half dozen more kisses to the ink that matched his own hand. He continued to hum that song the vibrations tickling the inside of my arm until he met my lips again. He opened his eyes to meet mine, only to change to a song even my dad used to sing to me. “My brown-eyed girl,” he crooned, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe I was real. He didn’t even bother to sing it.
Kissing me softly, he sat back again on his knees, shaking his head again, saying, “Every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top.”
He chuckled when I laughed hard and loud at the girly song, the Top 40 hit he tossed in there. But my laughter faded when I felt his hand grip my underwear in a tight, strong fist. My body arched up, silently begging him to do something, anything, but his gaze was hungry as he kept his fist right where it was, like he was fighting with himself not to rip, to tear.
He slipped off the edge of the bed, pulling me until my ass almost fell off, but he spread my legs, his nose leaving a warm, breathy trail up my thigh.
“Tastes so good, make a grown man cry,” he practically growled as he closed his eyes, gripping the lace again in a fist.
“Edward…” I begged, pulling at him with my legs, reaching for him with my hands, but he grinned, dragging that evil tongue along his bottom lip again.
“So many more songs, angel…” he said with a chuckle.
Narrowing my eyes at him, I tapped the bed. “Yeah, well…my turn, baby. Drop the jeans and get up here.”
He froze, seemingly unsure for a moment, but stood up tall to do as I’d said. Those dark-green eyes stayed locked on to me as he unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down. Once he stepped out of them, he was left in black, form-fitting boxer-briefs. From the ink that rolled with every movement of his thighs, to the colorful designs that covered his arms and torso, my eyes roamed every gorgeous inch of him, including the part of him that wanted me the most. He was hard, his hands twitching a little at his sides as he let me just…look.
When my eyes met his again, he smirked a little, starting to move toward the bed, but I stopped him.
“Do you trust me?” I asked him softly, standing up in front of him. When he shifted to reach out to touch me, I grasped his wrists gently with a grin. “Edward, do you trust me?”
I wanted to laugh at the expression on his face. There was a flicker of fear, but mostly there was want and curiosity, and when he nodded, I could see he meant it. Reaching up to trail a finger across his chest, across the words Thicker Than Water, I licked my lips. Stepping around him, I couldn’t help but do the same to the treble clef with angel’s wings on his shoulder blade. I kissed that one, simply because he’d gotten it to represent me.
Leaving my lips on the skin of his back, I whispered, “I’m feeling…selfish, Edward. Like…extra selfish.”
He huffed a sexy laugh, glancing back over his shoulder to meet my gaze. “So was I. You stopped me.”
Grinning, I nuzzled his shoulder. “Yeah, but I wanna try something.”
Fuck, if I’d thought his eyes were dark before, I was mistaken. They dilated a touch further, giving my husband an almost feral look. I walked away from him to the laundry basket, snatching up two of his bandanas, and then set the basket on the floor.
Running them through my hands, I met Edward’s fierce gaze. “Really selfish, Edward.”
“Ah, shit…” he breathed, shaking his head, but a crooked, nervous smile curled up one side of his mouth. “Bella…” he said, a warning laced in the tenor of his voice.
“Bed, Edward.” I pointed to the headboard of our bed, and he grumbled about trust and beautiful brunettes and the inability to touch what was his.
Before he could change his mind, I followed him until he was leaning back against the pillows, and then I straddled his stomach. He fought me for a split second before relenting, and I tied his right arm to the headboard. When I picked up his left hand, I kissed his inked wedding band, meeting his worried gaze.
“You… You’re…” He glanced around, looking for something, but then back to my face as I secured his left wrist to the bed. “Angel, I don’t…”
Frowning down at him, I asked, “Don’t what?”
“I don’t…w-wanna be…”
Grinning, I leaned down to press my lips to his. “Not gonna hurt you, Edward. Ever. No spanking. I was only teasing you when I’d said that. No,” I said, sitting up straight, “I just want to play with you.”
I was pretty damn sure there wasn’t a sexier sight on the planet as I took in strained, flexing muscles, colorful ink, and his handsome, now much more relaxed face. Sometimes, who and what he was came barreling at me like a freight train. As silly and sweet as my Edward was, I knew for a fact that Masen was one of the most wanted, sexiest men out there. He had the magazine covers, the photo shoots, and the fans to prove it. And a small, evil smile curled up on my face as I realized that he was mine. Not a fucking soul would ever see what I was seeing. They could imagine it, fantasize about it, but they would never have this.
Leaning down, I kissed him, humming that he let me control it, take it as deep and messy as I wished. It took all I had to pull away, because I needed one more bandana.
~oOo~
EDWARD
I wasn’t sure I’d ever felt as vulnerable as I did at that moment. As Bella scrambled off me, it left me feeling naked – despite the underwear I was still in – and exposed. It was the latter that was the most unnerving. Anything could happen with my hands bound. Anything. And if it weren’t for the look of pure love and want coming from the sexiest woman I’d ever seen, I would’ve been fighting like hell to get loose.
But Bella was looking at me like I was something to eat, like I was her next meal, and fuck me, if that wasn’t damned hot. We’d joked and laughed about Senna’s lifestyle, how restraint could be the ultimate in selfish. Bella had teased me about Senna’s old crush and her dominatrix lifestyle, which wasn’t my thing, but holy shit, all the ideas of what Bella could do to me made my dick throb.
“Bella…angel,” I whispered, looking at my bound wrists but then back to her as she came over to me with another of my bandanas. Straddling my stomach still in just those gorgeous lacy underwear, she folded up the material, and I knew what she was about to do. “Blindfold?” I rasped, swallowing nervously.
“Look at me,” she ordered in a whisper against my lips. “I want to make you feel good. Just feel, Edward.” She kissed me to distraction, and my hips rolled up, aching for friction, her touch, anything. I was out of breath with she pulled away.
Just before she covered my eyes, I raised an eyebrow at her. “Just so you know, angel…” I said, my voice a touch threatening if only to tease her. “I reserve the right to reciprocate.”
Her laugh was sexy and soft and deep. “Oh, I hope so…but not today.”
If anything could make me relax, to settle in and just go with it, it was that laugh, that easy shit that we had. I was grinning when my sight went black, and I lifted my head so she could tie the blindfold in the back.
I’d heard that when one sense is taken away, the others come into sharp focus; they become better, stronger. My skin was the first thing to kick into overdrive. I could feel everything around me – the harshness of the headboard against my bound wrists, the softness of the sheets of our bed, but sweet God, I could feel the heat of her pussy as she stayed astride my stomach. Next were the light touches from her fingers – down my arms, across my chest, along my jaw, and over my lips.
My sense of smell kicked in next. When I’d first gotten home, the apartment had smelled like coffee in the kitchen and the clean laundry she’d been folding. Now…now it was the smell of our bed, which was a combination of the two of us, and slowly it became the scent of her skin, her perfume, and…
“Goddamn, I can…smell you, baby,” I groaned, my head falling back as I licked my lips in want of her. “You smell so good…fuck…”
She shifted off me, shaking the bed a bit. I could hear her better, too, and I gasped in surprise when her hands gripped the waistband of my underwear to pull them off me. I practically growled when her skin met mine, along with what felt like her hair and lips teasing the skin of my thighs, my hips, the trail of hair just below my navel. When tongue was added into the mix, my hands gripped the bandanas binding me and the bars I was tied to, my whole body tensing up.
Bella teased, never quite putting her mouth where I was most likely leaking for her. If the tables were turned, I’d have been feasting on her.
“Yeah?” she asked against one of my nipples as she moved her way up, and I could hear the amusement in her tone that I’d spoken my thoughts again. “What else would you do, Edward?”
I huffed a laugh, shaking my head. “I don’t think so, angel. I’ll save that list for my turn. Fuck, Bella…you feel good…”
She’d allowed every inch of her skin to touch mine, and she slid gloriously bare up my body until she was back across my chest. Her finger skated lightly across my bottom lip.
“I want your mouth on me,” she whispered, shifting higher. The scent of her was intense, the heat indescribable, and when her thighs landed on either side of my head, the taste of her was phenomenal.
I may have been temporarily blind, but I knew my girl. Every fucking inch of her. I knew what she loved, what made her even wetter than she already was, and I didn’t need my hands for it. Hell, I didn’t even need to see her face, because her sounds told me I was doing it right. I licked and nibbled, teased with teeth, and sucked hard on every bit of her pussy. My name, along with a few choice words, burst out of her as I drank her in, tasted her, devoured her.
She rode my face, and I hummed against her flesh when she completely shattered against my mouth.
She slid languidly down my body, and her hands were flat against my skin, only to brace on my stomach. I readied myself for it, because her hand wrapped around my aching cock, lining me up at her entrance.
“Shit…” I hissed, my head pressing back to the pillows behind me, and I struggled against the restraints. “Fuck…fuck…” I ground out through gritted teeth as she slipped down over me. She was warm and wet and too fucking still. “Angel…please!”
Bella started to move, and she was fluid motion, making me and herself feel good – up, down, and then a swivel to her hips that had us both cursing under our breath. Cries for more and harder and faster left my mouth, and I felt her lean over me, riding me in a different angle. I almost came at the change but bit my lip in order to maintain. My imagination ran wild at how stunning she probably looked, but her kisses broke my train of thought. She held on to my arms to ride me and kiss me, and fuck, I wanted to see her.
“Baby, baby…I’m…close,” I rasped, squeezing my eyes closed against the rush coursing through me as I moved with her, thrusting up when she’d come down.
Bella shifted again, her hands on my face, and she shoved the blindfold up. We faltered a bit, but my eyes locked on to naked and beautiful and sweaty.
My fists shook as I fought the bandanas. I wanted to touch the amazing sight riding me. “That’s fucking better. I love watching you fuck me, angel.”
The evil yet tired grin that crawled across her face was stunning and sexy. She was chasing another orgasm, I could tell it by the clench of her walls around me, the falter of her movements, and the catch of her breath.
“I can help you come, Bella…” I urged her, tugging at the restraints. “You feel close…you are… I can tell, baby.”
As fun as it was letting her have her way with me, I lived to touch my wife. I lived to hold her, kiss her, give her everything she needed in order to fall over the edge. There was something about working together to reach the high.
“Angel…please. Let me touch you,” I begged, my eyes rolling back when she shifted over me.
“Love you…” she whispered against my lips, only to kiss me deeply but too brief.
“Oh, God… Angel, I love you…please untie me.”
Her movements stopped a little as her fingers reached for my right hand and then my left. My hands came free, and with a sigh of relief and an evil grin, I wrapped her up and rolled her, thrusting deep. Her head fell back to the bed, her neck exposed, and I nipped and licked at her throat.
“You’re fucking gorgeous all in control, angel,” I whispered honestly, bracing a hand by her head, but my free one was making up for the loss of touch. Cupping a breast, teasing a nipple piercing, and then slipping down to where were connected, I reveled in her sounds, her skin. “But you know what’s better?” I asked, swirling my tongue just below her ear, and I grinned when her answer didn’t even fucking make sense. “It’s so hot when you come for me, Bella. When I make you come…”
It didn’t take much; she’d been damned close already. The deep thrusts, along with my fingers pressing her clit, caused her to unravel, which, in turn, sent me over the edge with her.
Blood pounded in my ears as I buried myself as deep as I could, but my eyes opened as I pressed my forehead to hers. Our breathing was heavy, and Bella looked worn out but thoroughly sated, which made me smile a little before kissing her. And I took my time kissing her, allowing my weight to bear down on her a bit, with turned heads and hums of want.
Pushing back up on my elbows, I brushed her hair from her face. “You kill me dead, angel.”
She grinned, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I missed you,” she stated, shrugging a shoulder. “Maybe this was my way of keeping you.”
I chuckled, trailing my fingers lightly across her cheek. “I’ve been yours since I barreled into your bar that night, Bella. That won’t change.”
“Good.”
Smirking at her, I shook my head. “God, I love coming home to you. It’s the best feeling. It’s better than performing, than…anything.”
Bella smiled, kissing my lips softly, but I felt something land on the bed, and we both turned to see Fender walking toward us. He gave us both a bump with his head.
“Fender’s glad you’re back, too.”
Smiling, I rolled us to our sides, and the little guy curled up to sleep on Bella’s pillow. Something comforting and easy washed over me, making me hug my wife closer and reach out to pet Fender. Home – it wasn’t hotel after hotel or an empty apartment or even Heidi’s place. It was all right there on our bed. I’d been worried that being home would strain us, but Bella and I stayed strong, stayed that easy thing we’d always been.
Our future, no matter what would come, was wide open.






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