Shark's Edge

by Angel Payne, Victoria Blue

  “I’m nervous, but it’s excitement. Like, I don’t know . . . the top of the big hill on a roller coaster? You’re excited and scared, but it’s a happy kind of scared, not a terrified kind of scared.” She looked at me carefully and offered a self-deprecating chuckle. “Am I making sense at all?”

  “Yes, it makes complete sense. But you must realize”—I surged my whole body forward, pressing her down into the seat cushions of the sofa so she lay beneath me—“like the first drop on that roller coaster, I’m going to push you over the edge.” I loomed above her, not letting my full weight on top of her but enough that she was pinned.

  Helpless.

  “You are so fucking beautiful. Have I told you that?” Supporting myself on elbows along either side of her face, I stroked my fingers through her silky hair.

  “No. I don’t think you have.” She smiled in a way I hadn’t seen before, enjoying the compliment straight through to her soul. I could only guess in a house full of brothers, she didn’t hear that enough. I made a mental note to tell her every single day from now on.

  “Is this the night you want to do this, Abbigail? We don’t have to rush this. I’m not going anywhere.”

  “Yes. Tonight. I don’t want to wait any longer.”

  I’d had a feeling that would be her answer, but I would continue to give her the option to tap out until the very last second, as I’d said I would. But kissing her when her mouth was this close to mine couldn’t be stopped. Our lips came together with need and hunger while our tongues danced with one another’s. Slow and soft and then harder and more insistent.

  “Well, it’s not going to be on your sofa the first time. Where’s your bedroom?”

  With the will of twenty men, I dragged my body off her very pliant one and helped her stand. I motioned with a sweeping hand for her to lead the way, taking the opportunity to gawk at her ass while we went down the short hall to her bedroom. The smooth concrete floor carried through the entire condo, including the bedroom, where another colorful area rug covered most of the floor not occupied by furniture. The en suite bathroom light cast a soft glow over the room, and I excused myself to freshen up—and, honestly, to gather my wits for a few minutes.

  How in the actual fuck was I going to deal with this? My own ancient history and enough horror stories from other men—urban legends, hopefully, about blood and tears and horrible pain ruining the whole experience. Granted, blood and tears didn’t usually deter me in the bedroom. Quite the opposite, usually. But in those cases, it was intentional and consensual and not because the woman was untried.

  Pull on the man pants, Bas.

  A quick text to Joel that I’d be here a while and then a check of my wallet to make sure I had a few condoms. I couldn’t remember reloading after the last time I’d used the usual stash I’d kept in there, and a surge of panic had me whipping through the billfold like a teenager on prom night.

  I splashed my face with water and dried off. Gave myself a once-over in the mirror . . . for what? Not really sure, other than I was stalling. That was all there was to it. If Grant saw me right now, I’d never hear the end of it. After a deep, fortifying breath, I opened the door to go back into the bedroom.

  Beautiful. Just beautiful.

  My God, this woman. She lay on her bed, covers pulled down to the foot of the mattress. She was a goddess. A perfect female offering of bare flesh and flowing red hair. Positioned perfectly on the center of the platform like a sacrificial lamb to a lustful god.

  Yes. Sign me up. I’d be that god tonight. My fingers tingled, and my cock jerked. My mouth watered—actually surged with saliva as though I was approaching a buffet of my favorite delicacies.

  “Oh, Little Red,” I groaned. “Look at you, pretty baby.” I stood and stared at her, holding her gaze with mine for several long moments. She transfixed me. Incapacitated me with need.

  I had come out of the bathroom with my belt and slacks undone, so my pants rested low around my hips. The top few inches of my erection were exposed. I was so thankful I wasn’t completely confined by material as I swelled even more from viewing her.

  So available.

  So perfect.

  So mine.

  Pump the brakes, chief. You haven’t even touched her yet. Or tasted her.

  I unbuttoned my dress shirt and prowled toward her. Slowly. One button, one step. Never losing the eye contact that was anchoring me to her. To the moment. One button. One step. No rush.

  “Sebastian . . . ” My name sounded more like an entreaty. An appeal to the merciful man somewhere inside me.

  A laugh threatened to spill free. Silly girl. A man as such didn’t exist inside this shell. Never had. Likely never would. “What is it, baby?” I untethered the last button and let the shirt hang open on my body as I stood right beside the bed.

  Abbi reached a hand up to touch me, but I stopped her by backing just out of reach, tutting a reprimand.

  “Ahh-ahh. You keep your hands by your sides for now, Little Red.”

  “What? Why?” she implored softly.

  I shrugged carelessly. “Because I said so.”

  “That seems terribly unfair, don’t you think? Very one-sided.”

  “Hhmmm.” I pretended to consider her question. “Give me ten minutes. Fifteen, tops. Then we’ll check back and see if you think the plan is unfair. Deal?”

  “Why do I have the top-of-the-roller-coaster feeling again?”

  “Because you’re a very smart girl.” I lifted my shoulders and let my shirt slide off my torso and fall to the floor at the side of the bed.

  “Turn your hand so your palm is facing up.” After she did, I ran my index finger from the tip of her middle finger, across her palm, over the inside of her wrist, and trailed my teasing touch up her forearm. My path continued up her arm, skated over her armpit, and continued across her chest, just under her collarbone, and then down the other side to end on the tip of that middle finger. Goose bumps covered her skin everywhere I surveyed. On the tops of her thighs, both arms, even on her chest and belly.

  Her nipples were tight and inviting, and I wanted to feel them under my tongue. No. I needed to feel them. “Oh, baby. I don’t know where to start with you.” I blatantly drank her in. “I want to be everywhere on you and in you all at the same time.”

  I climbed onto the bed, straddling her hips with my knees. While she watched, I took the wallet from my back pocket and fished the row of three condoms, still strung together, from inside. I tossed them onto the mattress beside her shoulder, both so I could grab one when the time came but also as a mind fuck of a reminder of what we were about to do.

  I didn’t miss her sharp little inhale when the packets made a little thwack sound as they hit the sheets. I also didn’t bother to hide my grin from her reaction. Such an innocent little bird. I positioned my body over hers, holding myself above her and nudging her knees apart with mine so I could settle some of my weight on the bed between her thighs. Our stomachs touched, and I lowered down even more so my bare chest rubbed directly against hers, sending bolts of electricity straight to my dick.

  “You feel so good under me, Abbigail. So warm, so pliant. Your skin is like silk.” I ran my hand up the side of her rib cage to palm her breast fully. “God, these tits, baby. So perfect. So fucking pretty.” I pushed up to sit back on my heels to use both hands to knead and plump her mounds. But also so I could stare at her again. There was something transfixing about this woman. Something I couldn’t put into words. Her beauty—so pure and natural. Was it because I usually bedded women who were a certain percent plastic and polished and very practiced? Maybe.

  Probably.

  It made the moments with Abbigail poignant. Sublime, even. I wanted to simultaneously take my time and rush. Ridiculous, I knew. But she had me so turned around. I never wanted to stop and look at a woman for anything more than the physical, reactionary need. The required stimuli to become aroused. Yet here I hovered, positioned above a very willing, wanton virgin. And
all I wanted was to savor and linger. To appreciate and catalog her every pant and rush of needy breath.

  What in the actual hell was happening?

  Her soft moan brought me back to the same mental dimension with her, and with each pass of my hands over her body, I grew rougher with my groping. I rubbed over her nipples with my thumbs, massaging her breasts so firmly, her body was rocking in a steady rhythm on the mattress. A light surge forward and then back. Quite similar to what it would be like when I was finally pumping my cock into her.

  “Fuck me,” I gritted, leaning down to cover one of her tips with my mouth.

  “Yes, please. Please, I want that too.” Abbigail moaned up to the ceiling while fishing her fingers through my hair and holding my mouth to her.

  I licked around the tight bud of her nipple several times with my tongue before sinking my teeth into the flesh on the underside. Her skin smelled so divine. Feminine and arousing with a spicy flair, echoing her personality perfectly. An enticing combination of sage and mint or some sort of invigorating eucalyptus. It was hard to identify precisely, but the appeal kept me pressing my nose and mouth to her skin as if I would be able to take a part of her with me when I finally had to drag myself away from her.

  Because I would have to. Eventually. I knew it more positively than I knew my own name. Even if it killed one of us. And at the rate I was kissing and sucking on her, it would be yours truly.

  I worked both breasts with equal fervor—kissing, licking, devouring. Abbigail writhed and moaned under my body, adding delicious friction to the swell in my slacks with every move. I sat back and looked at her, pale skin flushed with excitement, red hair in a messy tangle on the pillow beneath her head.

  “So sexy, baby.” I traced my finger down her jaw, and she leaned into my touch, eyes drifting closed. “Pretty little baby.” She soaked up the praise as I traced my finger lower, down her sternum and over the swell of her belly and then back.

  I’d been avoiding her pussy up to this point, but I couldn’t for another second. I backed down her legs in a crawl, kissing my way down her body.

  “Little Red?” I asked in a gravelly whisper, hovering above her mound. My breath fanned over the slickness on her cunt, making goose bumps break out once again.

  “Ooohhhh, God,” she stammered, making to sit up, but I halted her progress with my full hand across her torso.

  “No. Stay.” I waited for her to relax back on the bed before continuing. “I have to taste this pussy. I can’t be this close to you and not put my mouth here.” I ran my fingers across her pink slit, and she bucked into my hand. “Already so wet. So ready.” My index and middle fingers formed the slight vee of her petal-soft lips as I spread her pussy open a bit, releasing more of her addicting scent into the air. I inhaled through my nose so I didn’t miss a bit of it while I pressed her clit like the needy button it was.

  “What do you mean ‘already’? It feels like I’ve been waiting—fantasizing—about this for months.”

  “Is that right? I asked, dangerous delight in my tone as I looked up the length of her body. And now that I’d done that, I was distracted all over again by the incredible sight she presented. Flushed, naked, and aroused. Maybe it was her inexperience—her innocence—that made her so appealing? I didn’t want to ruminate over it for another second. Whatever it was. It was time for action. Time to make her fantasies reality. Replace the dreamscape with actual memories.

  “Spread your legs wider for me, Abbigail.”

  She propped herself up on her elbows, swallowed hard, and whispered, “Whaa . . . ?”

  The big bad wolf inside growled. “You heard me. Show me your cunt. Show me more.”

  “Sebastian.”

  I held her evergreen gaze in mine. “Last time I’ll say it nicely. I’m not playing games, girl. And I’m not used to saying things more than once. Now open your legs wider and let me see that wet pussy.”

  Slowly, she moved her leg toward the edge of the bed. I tilted my head slightly, and she pushed it farther. “Good. Now, watch me.”

  “I don’t—what—” she stammered before I started moving to get comfortable between her thighs. The questions she wanted to ask, but couldn’t organize, were answered with my position.

  “Keep your eyes on me, or I stop.”

  Her breaths came in quick jerks, and I chuckled. I hadn’t even put my mouth on her yet, and she was all but hyperventilating. “Breathe normally, Abbigail, or you’re going to pass out and miss all the fun.”

  “You’re not very nice,” she barely more than mouthed.

  “I think you’re going to change your mind in a minute,” I said almost against her mound, still with her gaze captured. Her thighs trembled, skin pebbled with chills, even though heat radiated from her core—so much so that I felt it before I took the first long swipe with my tongue.

  “Fuuuccckk,” she moaned, letting her head fall back on her shoulders.

  “Oh, baby, already?” I tsked.

  It took a few seconds for her to realize I was waiting for her to bring her eyes back to me. When the little rule I issued was recalled in her mind, she leveled her stare back to my waiting one.

  “Don’t tease me again, Abbigail. Do you understand me? I need more than one taste at a time. Show some control, girl.”

  She widened her eyes at me.

  “Watch yourself, girl.” I dug my fingers into the soft flesh on the inside of her thighs to hold her still while I licked her again. She watched me without looking away, like a very obedient girl. She watched me trace her pussy up and down, inside, outside, every delicate inch I could stab and flick my tongue while she bucked and moaned in response. Her sweet juice coated my lips and chin, even the tip of my nose from when I got extra ambitious and fucked her hole with deep thrusts of my tongue.

  I took Abbi by surprise, surging up her body to kiss her mouth. It made me so fucking hot when a woman licked the taste of her pussy off my face or hands, or . . . fuck . . . my cock. “Taste your cunt on my mouth, Little Red. Taste how fucking sweet and tangy you are.”

  My cock leaked from the tip when she attacked my mouth, groaning and eating my lips, greedily licking my lips like she’d be happy to eat pussy if given a chance.

  Hello, idea. File that away for another time.

  “I think there’s a dirty little girl in here. She’s been hiding away, waiting to be set free, hmmm?” I taunted between openmouthed kisses.

  “Who says I’ve been hiding? Maybe the right person just wasn’t looking,” she said with a sassy little shrug.

  With her knees bent and her heels about twelve inches from her ass, I had a delicious view of her cunt. My cock had made its way out from my boxers so far, it was almost pointless to still have pants on.

  “Stay right there.” I backed off the mattress to undress fully. I was out of my pants so quickly and back on the bed, it was like I had never really gone. “Drop your knees out to the side. Leave your heels right where they are.” And this time, she did exactly as I said. No hesitation. No argument. Not even a questioning look.

  Oh, fuck yes. I went right in for the treasure I was seeking. The swollen pink fruit, so ripe and ready, the juice was running down the crack to her ass. I swiped up the trickle of moisture with my finger and brought it up between our faces. The gooey substance stretched between my fingers when I touched them together for her to see.

  “Do you want me to fuck you yet, baby?” I stuck my finger in my mouth. I knew the answer. I wanted her to be begging me for it by the time it happened. I wanted her to want it more than air, so no matter how badly my big cock hurt her, the memory would always be a good one.

  “I do. I want it so badly, Sebastian.”

  I found her pussy again while she spoke and stuffed a finger inside. She was so fucking wet and, goddammit, so tight. The invasion took her by surprise, but she moaned in pleasure, not in pain or fear.

  “Oh, baby, you feel so good. So fucking tight here.” I got closer to her, pushed my way bet
ween her feet with my knees so I was sitting back on my heels between her bent legs. I leaned forward to take her mouth in a deep, demanding kiss.

  In and out, working my index finger until she was completely accepting. I moved my kisses down her neck, roughly biting and then licking where I had tasted. I was working us both into a frenzy.

  “More, Abbigail?” I asked. Demanded, really.

  She looked at me, dazed with lust.

  “Do you want another finger in your pussy? Do you want to feel fuller?”

  “Yes. God, yes!” she answered easily. And thank God for it. My cock was much bigger than one of my fingers. If she begged off after one, we were going to be in for a really long night.

  Her pussy was so wet, the noises coming from my fingers pumping into her were lewd and erotic. “Fuck yes. I love that sound. Feel me, baby. Feel what you’re doing to me.”

  Fuck, I was so wound up, I wanted to explode. I was afraid when I did finally get inside her, I’d last for only a few strokes. Abbigail wrapped a tentative hand around my erection, and I hissed.

  “Did that hurt you? I’m so sorry.”

  “No.” I tried to laugh, but I sounded like an injured farm animal instead. “No, I’m so jacked up, it feels like electricity,” I said in a strangled voice.

  “Oh. Ooooohhh,” she responded when I added a third finger.

  “Take it, baby. Take it for me. You can handle it, can’t you?” I chanted and then challenged.

  She nodded quickly. Short, jerky nods.

  “That’s my good girl. My cock is bigger than my fingers, baby. Think of how good you’re going to feel stuffed full of my dick.” My praises and taunts were tangled with our kisses and tongues’ choreography.

  “See? Your body likes that idea. I felt your cunt gush more when I said that. Dirty girl. You want my cock so bad, don’t you?”

  “I do. I do, Sebastian. Please. Just fuck me now. I’m ready now. Please.” Abbi whimpered and begged, and I knew it would play on a continuous loop in my memory for a very long time.