This is all for Cosmogirl7481.

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"Bugger. Your knickers are in a twist," he says anxiously.

"What?" I'm definitely not giving off the upset vibe right now. Unless moaning and shameless grinding means something different in England.

"Your panties are literally tangled with your shoe strap."

"Oh." I'm such a conversationalist. That must be what he sees in me. But in my defense, I'm mesmerized by the way he says "literally." And I usually hate when people say that word because they always misuse it. Like, "That makes me literally insane" even though the person isn't in a straight jacket. But he says it so Britishy. I'd probably enjoy listening to him reading tax codes.

He gives my panties a tug, and I step out of said knickers as gracefully as is possible while straddling him. I probably shouldn't because I'm going to ruin his suit with my enthusiastic reaction (i.e. wet pussy) to his hotness. I probably look like a slutty bull rider with all the bucking and writhing. He pulls one nipple out of my bra and into his mouth as his hands cup my now bare ass.

What a muti-tasker. I might be in love. With his mouth. And then suddenly my new love is gone. He lets go of my bottom too, and unhooks my bra. He tosses it behind me, and goes right back to my breasts, and I mean both because he's got them smushed together so he can suck both at once. It must be a British porn thing.

Whatever this move is, it's making me overwhelmingly horny. Well, that and him.

"Please touch me, Edward," I say. No, I beg. I'm at the point where I'm shameless. I don't care that this isn't even an official date, that we've only spoken a handful of times, or that this is completely out of character.

He kneads my ass in response.

"No...not there...please."

He reaches between my legs. I instantly spread like the slut I never was but always wanted to be. His touch is gentle, but I need more.

"Inside," I plead.

"You feel bloody perfect," he says, sliding two fingers deep. He doesn't hesitate. I'm pretty sure all the begging let him know I was ready. He works me with the perfect amount of depth and speed; I'm riding his hand like it's Sea Biscuit.

"You're perfect. It's like your fingers vibrate," I gasp out. His long, talented fingers are making me come with lightning speed. He may be bionic.

He laughs and presses a spot inside me that my gyno has never even been near, which makes me scream out when I come for like an hour. It's probably only a few seconds, but it's so good that it feels like I've orgasmed all week long. "That's it," he says, stroking me, prolonging my euphoria. His bionic arm must be programmed to stun.

I'm panting and babbling, and I can't feel my legs.

And I can't locate a fuck to give.

When I reach a state of coherence, I realize that I'm almost naked and have had a screaming orgasm while draped across a fully-clothed sex bionic British machine. Who is now wearing my boobs as a hat as I catch my breath leaning over his head.

"You all right, there, luv? I was worried there for a second or two." He pulls me down off his head so I'm resting against his chest.

"You thought you killed me with all the coming?"

He laughs. "I don't think that anyone's ever said anything that was so complimentary and yet, disturbing."

"Thank you," I say quietly. "It's been...a while."

"That's an absolute travesty. You make such lovely sounds." He lightly touches between my thighs. "I think you're ready for another go, yeah?"

"Oh god. I don't know if I can take it," I say as he strokes me. I'm still trembling from earlier.

"You can take it. Show me," he says softly in my ear. His lips drift down to my neck, as he pulls my hand down to the bulge in his pants.

"Damn. That's better than average."

"I hope so. I try to excel in all things. My mum says I'm an over-achiever." He tilts his hips, pushing his hardness against my hand.

"Excellent." I'm referring to his cock, mostly. Not his words.

"Though I'm rubbish at cooking," he continues. "This is so much better than the boring dinner I had planned to make." He then makes a really amazing sound when I reach into his pants and pull out his cock, which is also amazing. I wish I could record this whole encounter for posterity. Or for me, when all this is over. "I am so thankful that I came back to your building tonight. And thankful that you are here with me."

"I'm thankful for that too," I say as I slide down off his lap and slip him into my mouth.

"Bugger...ahhh...I'm most thankful for your tongue," he says, gasping. "That's bloody good, but I need to shag you before I pop off. Get up here."

So I grab ahold of his tie and start pulling off the rest of his clothes. And as much as I love his clothes, he looks so much better out of them.

I thought British guys were supposed to be scrawny and soft, but he's lean and muscled, and definitely hard.

So, so hard.

And I can take it. Repeatedly. Propped on the arm of my tiny couch (which will never be the same) with my legs wrapped around his tightly-muscled ass...Bouncing on top of his corded thighs while holding onto his hair. Screaming out his name as I come again.

And I'm still taking it when I hear:

"Bella...are you in here? I was worried when you didn't call me to...holy shit."

Edward curses too, mid-stroke.

"Er, Mike...you want to turn around and let us...well-" I say, sighing. I want to say "finish" because I was so close. Mike Newton ruins everything. But thank god we had changed positions or Mike would've really gotten an eyeful of me instead of Edward's glorious ass.

I whimper when he pulls out of me. Not even the ridiculous interruption made him soft.

We dress as Mike Newton rambles. "I, um, thought you'd be alone, but when you didn't call me, I had to check on you, Bella."

"We did call you, Mike. You obviously had left your office when you locked us in the parking structure," I say, angrily.

"I left my cell phone number on your windshield. I wanted you to call."

"Oh my god! You did this on purpose." I start laughing. Edward doesn't look amused.

"You're not going to report me, are you?" he says worriedly. "I was just trying to get a date...you always turn me down. I thought if you needed me..." He starts to turn around.

"Don't you dare, Newton," Edward says. "You've seen enough of my girlfriend."

I look at Edward. He smiles and grabs my hand. I squeeze it in return.

"I'm not going to turn you in, Mike. You can turn around now."

He turns and sighs in relief. "Thanks, Bella. I guess I can see that you're taken – I mean he's very athletic."

I stifle a giggle. He did get an eyeful. I bet Edward's back looked as good as his ass. "I actually owe you many thanks. It's been the best night of my life."

Edward says, "Mine, too. So thanks, mate." He wraps his arms around my waist and kisses my neck. He's obviously making a claim on me for Mike's sake. I guess Mike catching us fucking wasn't enough of a spectacle.

Mike scowls and says, "Happy Thanksgiving. I'll be waiting in the structure for you. Try to hurry."

"We're leaving now. We have things we need to finish at my place," Edward says with his hands on my hips and his head resting on top of mine.

Mike looks disgusted.

I almost feel bad. But not quite. He did lock me in here on purpose.

But then again, who knows how long it would've taken to be with Edward? And it is almost Thanksgiving.

"Mike...I hear that Angela Weber in Admissions thinks you're cute. She's always asking about you."

"Really? Thanks, Bella." He turns and walks out.

Edward and I gather our things to go.

"That was rather nice of you. I wanted to tell him to sod off."

"I think he did us a favor." I turn and look at him. He hugs me to him.

"Actually, you're right. I should kiss the bloke. Maybe he lock us inside my flat for winter hols."

"Edward…he won't have to lock us up to keep me near you."

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A/N: So that's the end of Suspenderward. You can all be assured that he did get to finish what he started. Many times. I think they're still shagging.

I give thanks to Twilover76 for prereading. She drops everything to read whatever I send her.

All mistakes are mine.