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Somniloquy	By : smcbelle Category: Twilight Series > Het F > Bella/Jacob Views: 10890 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“Would you please stop having such intolerably explicit thoughts?” I hissed at Jacob through the howling night wind. I was absolutely tired of it, of sitting huddled in the corner of the flimsy tent, seeing Jacob's teenage fantasies about my fiancée.

Jacob was silent for a moment. “Dude... you don't understand... I'm not imagining that. It's real.”

My breath stopped as I concentrated hard on Jacob's thoughts. Within the confines of the now-toasty sleeping bag, Bella was reaching her hand out between Jacob's legs, her delicate fingers softly caressing the growing lump beneath his sweat pants.

“Stop it!” I cried, my voice a carefully suppressed, yet urgent, whisper. There was no way Bella was actually touching him that way. I gnashed my teeth together and willed the thought out of my head. “Think of something else. Stop fantasizing. Now.”

“Edward, I am NOT making this up. I've pushed her hand away about ten times now.” Jacob's voice was genuine. It cracked through the darkness. I listened intently and heard his desperate breaths quicken. In his mind, I saw him lace his fingers through Bella's and glide her hand away from his pants.

And then, audibly, not in his mind, I heard Bella's verbal response. “No...” she murmured in her sleep, her voice childish and much higher than normal. “Put it back,” she demanded gently. In the wolf's mind, her hand slowly but confidently came back to rest at his crotch.

“Dude...” Jacob's cracking voice was once again pleading. “Should I just wake her up?”

I pondered that. If we did wake Bella up, we'd have to do it slyly, and in a way in which she did not realize that she'd been attempting to fondle Jacob in her sleep. She'd be far too humiliated. I cleared my throat rather loudly, but the sound just blended in with the white noise of the howling wind outside.

“She's dead asleep,” Jacob noted. “I'll have to move her to wake her up.”

“No!” I insisted. Some sick, morbid curiosity was welling up inside of me. As Bella's hand stroked Jacob, of whom would she be thinking? I had to know. If she moaned Jacob's name in her sleep as she touched him erotically, we'd have some serious conversing to do the next morning. If, however, she felt his skin beneath her hands and thought of me, I'd be reassured. I needed to know her thoughts throughout this experience, and if I couldn't read her mind, observing her actions vicariously through the wolf's brain would have to be the next best thing.

“Let her touch you,” I spit at Jacob, my voice vindictive. “Let's see what happens.”

“Well,” Jacob chuckled. “I'm telling you right now, if this goes on too much longer, I'm going to need something to contain all the... well... you know...”

My lip curled over my teeth, disgusted. The thought of Jacob ejaculating at Bella's touch was almost too much to consider, but I begrudgingly removed my shoes and socks and tossed one of the latter to Jacob. Hopefully, Bella wouldn't notice the next morning that I wasn't wearing socks.

I concentrated again on Jacob's thoughts. “Try not to fantasize,” I ordered. “Just show me exactly what's happening.”

“Isn't that a little voyeuristic?” Jacob asked, laughing quietly. He was mocking me.

“Well, whose fiancée is she?” I asked immaturely. That shut the dog up relatively quickly.

In Jacob's mind, I saw Bella's hand move with more urgency against his sweat pants, her palm cupping the ever-growing lump. Her fingers snaked up to the waistband of the pants and tried to tug them down, but in her sleep, her lone hand was not strong enough to disrobe Jacob.

“Help her,” I commanded. Jacob's thoughts were vaguely confused, but too aroused to ultimately care. With disgust, I tried to focus simply on the movie playing out in Jacob's brain. He pulled his pants down to his knees, revealing his erect cock. It was shockingly large for a boy of his age, and for a moment I felt intense jealousy that he possessed a long, thick, hot member that could make love to Bella without killing her. It was something I would never possess. My own size was certainly above average (It was one of those physical traits that improved after becoming a vampire), but my cold flesh and inability to control my strength made me seriously doubt myself as a lover.

Bella reached her fingers out to Jacob's cock, her hand closing around its girth. She retracted her hand rather quickly. “It's... it's warm...” she mumbled, her sleep-voice full of surprise.

In an instant, I was filled with glee. She was surprised at its warmth; ergo, she had to have been thinking of me. I felt a selfish grin cross my face.

“Hey,” Jacob thought, “I'll take whatever I can get. You may have her thoughts, but I've got her touch.”

“Fair enough,” I replied out loud. “A stalemate, then.”

Jacob leaned down to murmur into Bella's ear. “It's alright, honey... keep going,” he urged her, and Bella gasped quietly.

“Jake?” she whispered through her sleep. Jacob's thoughts were elated.

“It's me, Bella,” he responded.

“Hello,” Bella said simply, her voice sounding like a five-year-old. Jacob and I both shook with silent laughter. Once he had composed himself, Jacob replied,

“Hello. Wouldn't you like to keep touching me?” He grasped her hand gently and guided it back to his waiting, throbbing cock.

“Don't egg her on,” I said angrily, quietly enough that I was confident Bella could not hear.

It was too late, however. In the dog's mind, I saw Bella nod, her gorgeous chocolate eyes closed peacefully, an adorable little smile across her lips. If my heart could have broken from hurt, it would have. So, she wanted to touch him, then. More than she wanted to touch me?

She closed her hand around his cock again and her breath caught in her throat. I heard her heart beat quickly and irregularly, just as it did every time I aroused her with a passionate kiss. That was MY fluttering heartbeat, damn it.

“Is big,” she managed to say. Apparently, her grammar deteriorated with slumber.

“Mmm,” Jacob moaned into her ear. “Is it big enough for you?”

Bella nodded. I felt jealousy flush through my veins like fire. She moved her hand up and down the shaft of Jacob's large member, and he began to plant soft, gentle kisses on her earlobe, cheek, and neck.

“Hey!” I cried out. “No kissing!”

“Shhh!” Jacob replied. “You'll wake her. Fine. No kissing. Sorry.” His thoughts told me that he was nowhere near sorry. In fact, he was marveling maddeningly at the sweet scent of her hair, but he pulled his warm lips away from her nonetheless.

“Don't,” Bella's little voice squeaked out, so clearly that I was momentarily convinced that she was awake. “Don't stop.”

Jacob glared up at me, a rhetorical question in his eyes. I nodded reluctantly, and his toasty-warm lips returned to Bella's waiting skin. She sighed contentedly, and I wished I could cry. Her hand continued to stroke him, slowly and gently, but the more he kissed, the faster she moved against him. With chagrin, I noted my own growing erection in response to her frantic breathing, desperate heartbeat, and quiet, gentle moaning.

I still had a sock in my hand, I though with a devilish little grin. If Jacob could come all over the place from Bella's arousing actions, why couldn't I? I turned slightly away from Jacob, who was too preoccupied to see me anyway, and unzipped my pants. I let my own hardening cock spill out from the confines of the clothing and ran my thumb over the silky tip. Several beads of fluid bubbled out, and I spread it all over the tip with the pad of my finger, relishing its lubrication.

Jacob's thoughts grew ever more incoherent as Bella's hand moved faster against him. Her moans were increasing in volume, and her breath was completely ragged. I could barely see beneath the sleeping bag as Jacob focused more purely on his own internal pleasure than on the events themselves.

“Please,” I groaned through the dark, “Try to see exactly what's happening.”

“Oh... oh... okay,” Jacob managed to wrench his eyes open and look under the sleeping bag, and I saw Bella's other hand plunge under her shirt, where it groped, squeezed, and stroked her breast. Ah, her round, soft breasts. I moaned out loud, and in his thoughts, Jacob told me that he knew what I was doing. I didn't care. I just continued to swirl my hand around my own shaft with one hand. With the other, I stroked behind my balls. I tried hard not to breathe; I was far too stimulated to cope with Bella's scent, which was strong enough by far to overwhelm the odor of dog in the tent.

Jacob dared to venture a hand to Bella's crotch, and despite the barrier of cloth between them, I growled in anger, but Bella was already beginning to grind herself against him. Jacob could feel her wetness soaking through the material, and the thought very nearly pushed me over the edge. The friction of cloth against her clitoris, combined with the pressure of Jacob's still hand, made Bella's breathing and heartbeat even more frenzied. After just a few moments, her heart began to pound, loudly but regularly, and her breathing nearly halted, and a loud, single groan escaped her parted lips, as she dissolved into orgasm. It was too much for Jacob, who quickly reached for the sock I'd tossed him. He brought it to his cock just it time.

In his mind, the orgasm was a complete meltdown of thought. It was like a single explosion that obliterated all rational analysis of his surroundings. I knew the feeling, indeed. Wave after wave of liquid gushed forth from him, soaking the sock with musky fluid. With each burst, he exhaled sharply, and I could hear his heart racing as well. I glanced down at the sock in my own hand to find that I'd come in tandem with him, both of us losing control in response to Bella's intense orgasm. My own physical feelings had mirrored his almost exactly.

I used the sock to hastily wipe any remaining ejaculate from my cock, which I carefully tucked back into my pants. I stuffed the sock into the snow outside the tent, accidentally letting a cold burst of air inside. Jacob felt Bella huddle up against his shirtless torso for warmth, and she shuddered slightly.

“Jake?” Bella asked in her tiny sleep-voice.

“Mmmm. Yes, honey?” Jacob responded. I felt a twinge inside of me at his term of endearment.

“Edward...” I was suddenly completely alert as she said my name. “Edward will be angry,” she said, the sound of crackling tears breaking her voice slightly. She sobbed quietly against Jacob's chest.

“No, I won't,” I murmured, too quietly for her to hear. Jacob obligingly reiterated my sentiments into her ear.

“I loves him,” she insisted, her grammar once again adorably falling apart at the seams. “I'm gonna marry him.”

Jacob's thoughts were hurt, but I didn't particularly care. “I love you, too, Bella,” he asserted roughly.

“I know, but you's my friend,” Bella said in her infantile voice. “You my Jacob. He's my Edward. Is different. But... Jake... I'll miss you.” Again, she began to cry into him.

I felt guilt wash through me, and Jacob's thoughts once again mirrored my own. Jacob pulled his pants back up, tucking the sock into the corner of the tent behind him. He was silent, and even his thoughts revealed very little behind pure sadness and guilt.

“Was it worth it?” he asked quietly.

“I was just about to ask you the same thing,” I informed him.

“Well, I suppose you're right,” he said cryptically. “For right now... a stalemate.” I nodded my assent.

After a few moments of nonsensical thoughts, his mind drifted off to sleep.

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