Naked Edge

by Charli Webb

  He pinches the clasp between his thumb and forefinger. “And then what?”

  “Are you going to make me spell it out?”

  “It’s the only way I’ll know for sure what you want.”

  I squeeze my eyes shut.

  “Open your eyes, Sky, and tell me what you want.”

  My eyes fly open. “I want you to take off my bra and suck my nipples.”

  Rowdy’s pupils dilate, swallowing his pale blue irises. He drops his gaze to the center of my chest and pops the clasp. My bra falls open, but still covers me. Rowdy lowers his head and pushes it out of the way with his nose, nuzzling and licking his way across my breast. I lift my shoulder, urging him to take my nipple in his mouth.

  He smiles against my skin. “Patience, Sky. Enjoy the ride, remember?”

  I fall back against the pillow.

  Rowdy kisses the tip then makes his way across my chest to my other breast.

  I’m a whimpering, writhing mess. “Please, Rowdy.”

  He swirls his tongue around my nipple before pulling it into his mouth. He continues to lick and flick the hardened bud as he sucks.

  Every muscle in my body tenses as a pleasurable ache builds deep inside me.

  Rowdy palms my other breast, teasing the nipple with his thumb.

  I weave my fingers through his hair, holding him against me.

  He slides his hand down my side, slowly, as if he’s counting each rib, then dips his fingers into the waistband of my pants.

  My abs contract, giving him more space, inviting him, begging him to touch me.

  He pauses and lifts his head again. “Is this okay?”

  I get a glimpse of the old Rowdy. “Yes.”

  He narrows his eyes. “Are you sure?”

  “Please, Rowdy.” This time I don’t wait for his demand for me to tell him exactly what I want. “Touch me.”

  He groans, so low and deep his chest vibrates against my stomach. The sound is primitive and possessive. He turns his hand so the backs of his fingers graze my skin then slides to the front of my pants. He unfastens the button with his thumb then teases the zipper open.

  I tremble with the effort of holding still.

  Rowdy turns his hand over again. His calloused palm rough on my skin. “If you want me to stop, tell me now.”

  “No. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

  He claims my mouth with his then slides his hand lower. Inch by agonizing inch. The anticipation is killing me. My thighs tremble. His fingers trace the waistband of my panties. This is much further than we’ve gone since I came back.

  “Please, Rowdy.”

  He slides his hand lower. There’s nothing but a gauzy patch of lace separating us. He interrupts the kiss. “Fuck. You’re so wet.”

  I close my eyes, embarrassed by my overeager body. “I’m sorry.”

  “Oh, Sky.” Rowdy actually laughs at me. But then he slides his hand under the lace to my bare skin. “That’s a good thing. A very good thing.”

  I grab his hair and tug, bringing his face to mine.

  He gives me a peck on the lips. “Last chance. Tell me to stop.”

  I shake my head.

  Rowdy watches my eyes as he slips a finger inside me. “God, Skylar. You’re so fucking tight. If I hadn’t already popped your cherry, I’d swear you were a virgin.”

  I move my hands to his shoulders and cling to him as my back arches off the bed. He’s done this to me before, when we were teenagers. It felt good then but nothing like this.

  Something indescribable is building inside me, coiling tighter, like an overwound spring.

  I’m not a virgin, so what the hell am I waiting for? We both want this. Need this. “I want you, Rowdy.”

  “I’m right here, babe.”

  “Inside me.”

  He curls his finger and presses down with his palm.

  I cry out his name and buck against his hand.

  “Open your eyes, Skylar. Look at me.” His voice is rough, deep, commanding.

  I obey. I couldn’t refuse even if I wanted to.

  I’m so focused on his beautiful face and the sensations he’s creating that I’m barely aware of his other hand on my breast. Until he pinches my nipple.

  The spring inside me explodes. I lose control of my mind as well as my body. I keep my gaze locked on his ice-blue eyes as I fly apart. All I see, all I feel, all I know…is Rowdy.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Rowdy

  I’ve gotten girls off with nothing but my hand before. I’ve heard them scream my name as I pound into them. I’ve even had a few simultaneous orgasms, but nothing I’ve ever experienced in my entire life can compare with watching Skylar come for the first time.

  I feel a little guilty for being so demanding with her, but I knew she was close. And I wanted her to see my face as she came. I want her to remember this moment for the rest of her life. And I want to be there every time she comes.

  She looks at me with such wonder it steals my breath. “Oh my god. So that’s what all the fuss is about.”

  I kiss her forehead then slide my hand to her stomach.

  Her eyes sparkle. “That was…just…wow.”

  I smile at her. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

  She rolls onto her side and drapes a leg over me. Her thigh rubs against my throbbing cock.

  I bite back a groan and grab her knee. “Easy, there.”

  She runs her hand over my abs, back and forth, drifting lower each time.

  My dick gets even harder. I can tell that Skylar feels it by the way her eyes widen.

  She slides her leg out of the way and places her hand over my zipper.

  It takes every bit of self-control I have to keep from thrusting against her palm. I grab her wrist. “Don’t.”

  She blinks then frowns at me.

  I weave my fingers through hers then press her hand over my heart. “You’re still on a post-orgasmic high. I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret once you come down.”

  “Like you already pointed out, I’m not a virgin.”

  “That’s not a recent development. You weren’t ready for sex an hour ago.”

  “I didn’t know what I was missing an hour ago.” She sits up and straddles my thighs. Her shirt and bra hang open and loose from her shoulders, but still cover her breasts.

  I lace my fingers behind my head to keep my hands off her.

  “At least let me do for you what you just did for me.” She unbuttons my jeans.

  I lift my shoulders off the bed and reach for her wayward hands. “You don’t owe me anything.”

  “I let you touch me, so you have to let me touch you. It’s only fair.”

  My heart’s trying to jump out of my fucking chest. “I don’t want to be unfair.”

  Her nostrils flare as she bites her lip. She drops her gaze to my fly and unzips my jeans.

  I lie back on the pillow, but keep my head lifted so I can watch her face.

  She slips her fingers under the waistband of my boxer briefs then lifts them away from my body and peeks inside. Her lips part as her eyes widen. “Oh, my.”

  My abs contract as I try to keep from laughing. “Bigger than you remember?”

  “This is the first time I’ve seen a real penis.”

  There’s no way I can keep from laughing out loud at that. “As opposed to what? A fake one?”

  “It was always dark when we made out.”

  “What about Evan?”

  She sits back and folds her arms over her chest. “His name’s Ethan.”

  I want to kick my own ass for bringing up her ex, but it’s too late to take it back.

  “I never saw his either.” Her gaze drops back to my cock. The tip is poking out of my waistband. “I didn’t want to.”

  “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  She bites her lip again and nods.

  I lift my hips and slide my jeans and boxer briefs down past my ass.

  Skylar tugs the front down
and gasps when my cock springs free. “Was it that big last time?”

  “I wasn’t quite eighteen, so probably not.”

  She scoots off the bed and pulls my pants the rest of the way down my legs. She frowns when they get caught around the tops of my running shoes. I don’t exactly need to take my shoes off for a hand job, but if Skylar wants me naked, then by god I’m getting naked. I use my toes to push my shoes off my heels then kick out of my jeans.

  Skylar crawls back onto the bed and straddles my thighs.

  I twist to the side and pull a condom out of my bedside drawer.

  Her eyes widen again.

  “It’s just to contain the mess.”

  Her chest rises and falls as she sighs with obvious relief. But then she frowns.

  “I don’t want to.”

  I smile, refusing to let her see my disappointment. “Okay.”

  “I want to watch.”

  “Holy fuck, Sky.” I could come just listening to her talk.

  “Please?”

  “Have you ever given anyone a hand job before?” Please say no.

  She shakes her head.

  “When I come, it’s going to be like a goddamn geyser. You’ll probably get jizz all over you.”

  She scoots off the bed.

  I sit up and reach for my jeans on the floor.

  “No.” Skylar steps on them. A pink stain spreads across her cheeks, mottling her neck and upper chest as she shrugs out of her shirt and bra. She moves her hands to the sides of her pants and slides them slowly down her legs, leaving her in nothing but a tiny triangle of black lace.

  “What are you doing?” My voice cracks.

  “I don’t want to get your…stuff on my clothes.”

  “You aren’t worried about STDs?”

  Her eyes widen. “Should I be?”

  “Always. But I’m clean. I get tested all the time because of my job and I’m very careful.”

  She climbs back onto my thighs then strokes me with a fingertip.

  “Holy fuck.”

  “Am I doing it right?”

  “Here.” I take her hand and wrap her fingers around my shaft then guide her in a slow rhythm. “Like this.”

  She’s a fast learner. I let go and let her take over.

  She sucks her lower lip into her mouth and stares at my cock like it’s the most amazing thing she’s ever seen.

  Watching her watch me takes me to the edge, but I can’t take my eyes off her face. I use every other trick I know to make it last. But when my balls tighten, I grab her shoulders and push her back, out of the line of fire.

  ~***~

  Sky watches as I clean my chest off with a handful of tissues. It’s awkward but telling her not to look would be even more embarrassing. For both of us. I toss the mess in the trash next to my bed then pull her down to lie beside me, tucking her head into the hollow of my shoulder. “So, what do you want to do now?”

  “Can we do it again?”

  “I’m not a teenager anymore. I need a little time to recover.”

  “How much time?”

  I can’t keep from grinning at her eagerness. “Maybe an hour or two.”

  “Do you think I’m weird?”

  “For what? Enjoying the show?”

  She nods.

  “I nearly blew my load watching you come. So no, I don’t think you’re weird.” I tuck a curl behind her ear.

  She spreads her fingers out and presses her palm against my heart. “I feel really close to you right now.”

  “Sex intensifies everything.” God. I sound like a fucking girl.

  She traces a circle around my nipple. I’m nowhere near ready for another go, but my dick still twitches.

  “Do you feel closer to everyone that gets you off?”

  “Honestly? I usually can’t stand to even look at a girl afterwards.”

  Her body stiffens.

  “You’re different, Skylar. This is different.” I pick up her hand and kiss her palm. “You were right when you accused me of using women to blow off steam. I always made it clear I didn’t want anything but sex. I can’t respect anyone that’s okay with that.”

  She lifts her head up off my shoulder and frowns at me. “That seems a tad bit hypocritical.”

  “I was just as disgusted with myself as I was with them.” I press her head back down onto my chest. “But this…this makes me feel as if I’ve been redeemed.”

  She relaxes and snuggles closer, nuzzling my neck with her nose. “In an hour or two. Whenever you’re ready. I want to make love.”

  I’ll be damned if my dick isn’t already at half mast. “Are you sure?”

  She props herself up on an elbow and gazes into my eyes. “I’ve never been more sure about anything.”

  I grab her ass and pull her closer, pressing my growing erection against her leg.

  Her eyes widen. “You said you couldn’t do it again right away.”

  “I was wrong.” This is actually perfect. I’ll be able to last a lot longer. I ordinarily have great control, but there’s nothing ordinary about my response to Skylar. I grab the condom we didn’t use before and tear it open. Skylar tilts her head and watches me put it on. She’s definitely getting an education today. Knowing that she’s never seen this before makes me harder. But if I’ve had enough time to recover from my orgasm, she’s had more than enough time to come down from hers. I’ve never done a double session before. The only time I ever wanted to was the first time, with Sky, but she was too sore. I wonder if I can get her off again? Should I even try? If I can’t, will she get frustrated? I don’t want to tarnish the experience of her first orgasm with a failed attempt for another.

  Skylar palms my cheeks and turns my face towards hers. “Stop over thinking everything and just kiss me.”

  I chuckle quietly. “How is it possible that you still know me so well?”

  “Because what’s in there,” she taps my forehead then presses a hand over my heart, “can’t change what’s in here. You’re still the same sweet boy I fell in love with.”

  If only that were true. I roll her onto her back then kiss her so she can’t see the pain in my eyes.

  She hooks a heel behind my knee and squirms her way beneath me.

  “Slow down, babe. We’ve got all night.”

  “I’ve waited so long for this.”

  I feel like I’ve waited my whole damn life for this. But I’m not going to let her rush it. I kiss a trail down her throat, across the swell of her breast.

  She arches her back and tangles her fingers in my hair, trying to guide my mouth to her nipple.

  I’d like to tease her a little longer, work her up a bit, but when she whimpers and whispers, “please,” I can’t do anything but obey.

  I could suck on her breasts all afternoon, but her scent is calling to me, urging me lower. I’ve had more blow jobs than I can count, but I’ve never gone down on anyone. I’ve never wanted to. I want to now. Desperately. I release her nipple and kiss a trail down the center of her body, pausing to dip my tongue into her belly button.

  She trembles.

  I move lower. My heart pounds so wildly I’m afraid it’s going to burst.

  “What are you doing?” Skylar’s body tenses as she tries to sit up.

  I gently push her back down onto the bed then kiss her through the lace of her panties.

  She bucks her hips, smashing into my face.

  I pin her legs to the mattress with the weight of my body and do it again.

  “Oh, god, Rowdy!”

  I hook my thumbs in the bands of lace holding her panties in place and lift my chest. “Can I take these off?”

  She nods and lifts her hips.

  I slide them down her long, tanned legs then drop them on the floor beside the bed. She’s bare except for a neatly trimmed landing strip of mahogany curls. I glance up and find her watching me with hooded eyes. Her chest rises and falls with each shallow, rapid breath. I maintain eye contact as I taste her for the first time. />
  Skylar’s getting close again. I don’t want this to end, but I want her satisfied even more. My ‘red alert’ ringtone blares out of my phone. Skylar jumps, but I don’t even pause. She goes limp under me.

  “You better get that.” She recognizes the BMR ringtone.

  I groan, making her twitch. I don’t have to go on every call. There’re over sixty volunteers in our organization but I’ll feel like a douche if I don’t at least find out what the emergency is. I grab my phone and read the text. My frown turns into a grin. “It’s just a pick off.”

  “You’re not going?”

  I shake my head. “Most of the group is off work by now. There’ll be plenty of responders and the caller was very specific about the climber’s location. It’s just a grab and go. Besides, I’m sort of busy.”

  Skylar returns my smile then sinks back into the pillow.

  Bang, bang, bang. Sky and I both flinch.

  “Rowdy, open up!” It’s Anna. She sounds frantic.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Didn’t you get the call?”

  “I’m not going.”

  Bang. Anna pounds the door again. “You have to!”

  “Goddammit, Anna. It’s just a pick off. You and Wade could do it your sleep.”

  “I need a ride.”

  What the fuck? “Then ask Wade.”

  “He left already.”

  Skylar sits up. “It’s okay. I’ll go with you. And when you’re done, we can come back and finish this.”

  “You wanna spend the night?”

  Skylar grins. “It’ll be just like when we were kids.”

  “No, it won’t.” I grab her and pull her against me. “It’ll be so much better.”

  Anna continues to bang on the door as we get dressed.

  “Knock it off, Anna. We’re coming.” I wish. I glance over my shoulder to be sure Skylar is ready before opening the door.

  Anna pushes past me and glares at Skylar. “What’s she doing here?”

  “What the fuck is your problem?”

  “It’s bad enough you don’t have time for your real friends anymore, but now you’re letting her interfere with your duty.”

  A twinge of guilt needles me. The only thing that normally keeps me from responding to a call is alcohol. Or exhaustion. I take Skylar’s hand. “Do you need to grab anything from Boone’s house?”