Stripped Down

by Erin McCarthy

  Rick didn’t say anything. He just divested her of her bra and tossed it in the general direction he’d sent her tank top.

  Happy Birthday to her.

  Five

  Rick cupped her breast with his big palm, kneading it rougher than she was expecting. It almost hurt, except that it didn’t. Which made no sense. But all she knew was it turned her on. Big time. Man hands. Manhandled. It was hot. He swept his tongue into her mouth while he pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

  They kissed for what felt like forever. No hurry. No rush to get to the “good stuff.” It felt delicious. Wet and sexy and dirty. She wasn’t even sure how a kiss could qualify as dirty but this one did. It made her want to rock her thighs against his and take what she wanted. She wanted him inside her already, easing this deep urgent ache.

  But Rick wasn’t making any move to get there fast. He did pause to take his shirt off and Sloane eagerly ran her hands over all that hardness. In her early twenties she had taken up rock climbing out of pure boredom and too much free time. Finding a grip on that gym roll was about the same as exploring Rick’s chest. Except his skin was warm and he smelled like whisky and fresh summer air.

  He popped open the snap on her jeans and took her zipper down. Sloane grabbed his hand, panicking. Then she wasn’t even sure why she was panicking. She released him. But it was enough that Rick paused.

  “Is this okay?” he asked.

  It made her feel more than turned on. She felt just a little soft inside for Rick. She hadn’t been wrong. He was a good guy. “Yes, it’s okay. It’s more than okay.”

  Rick said, “You fucking got that right.”

  She laughed and it sounded breathless and sexy. The sound of her own voice so relaxed that she was amazed. “Kiss me again.”

  “You got it, beautiful.”

  He started at her navel, dipping his tongue inside her belly button and moving on up, teasing at her nipples. He sucked one, then the other, back and forth, making her gasp and start to squirm. He gripped both her breasts with those rough hands and shoved them together so that he could taste both at once. Sloane moaned. That was new. Not exactly innovative, and yet, no man had ever done it. She was amazed at one: how utterly lame her sex life had clearly been to this point, and two, how fantastic it felt. It was like cutting through red tape. Just suck them both at once.

  “Remember when you got the senior superlative for Best Dressed?” Rick asked her.

  As if she gave a shit about high school right now. “Yes,” she said, breathlessly, afraid if she didn’t play along he would stop doing what he was doing. “How do you even remember that? I forgot until you just mentioned it. I wasn’t even that fashionable. I was the very definition of Basic Bitch.”

  He flicked his tongue over her nipples, his beard teasing at the tender flesh of her breasts. “I was stalking you in those days. In a non-creepy way.”

  That made her laugh breathlessly. “Stalking is always creepy, Ryder. There is no non-creepy stalking. But anyway, what about my questionable and pointless in the grand scheme of things senior superlative?”

  “I always thought you should get Most Beautiful.”

  That kind of touched her. She’d known Dickie had liked her, but not to that extent.

  “And Best Tits.”

  And… he ruined it. But she wasn’t really annoyed. She’d known that too. He’d made a part-time job out of checking out her chest. She lightly smacked the backside of his head. “Grow up.”

  He grinned at her over the peaks of her taut nipples. “Oh, I’m all grown up. Want to see?”

  “Yes.” She had to admit, she was curious. She wanted to see this infamous cock that made the women of Beaver Bend weep in gratitude. Or something like that.

  “But first, you.” Rick sat back and without any sort of warning, took down her jeans.

  Sloane gasped. “Give a girl some notice.” He’d taken her panties down too, all in one very skilled motion.

  “I did. I took you to bed.”

  He had a point, but damn, she was very naked. “You’re overdressed, which is a cruel irony. You were mostly naked all night and now you’re sporting far too many clothes.”

  “I like to keep you guessing.”

  She thought he would take his pants off then but he was apparently serious because instead of shedding his jeans he bent over and kissed her clit. She gave a tiny gasp. Oh, damn. That felt like the world’s biggest tease.

  “Open your legs for me, Sloane. Let me see you.”

  “What? No.” She instinctively protested. She wasn’t even sure why other than it wasn’t necessary and she felt oddly self-conscious. Without meaning to, she pulled her legs together even tighter, trapping his head between her thighs. Oops. She didn’t mean to squeeze him like a melon. She eased up a little.

  “Come on, you were a cheerleader. I know you know how to do the splits.”

  “That’s what people do in porn. Not in real life.” She was sure of it. Like, pretty sure. Not really. At all. But seriously? No. In real life, people had vanilla sex. That was the whole reason for the jokes about marriage and relationships being the death of sex.

  Except this was neither. So was she supposed to throw on a short skirt and wave her pom-poms around topless? Because that shit was never going to happen. Ever.

  Rick gave a laugh that was muffled by her thighs. “I didn’t mean literally do the splits on my dick. It’s flirting, banter. But, if you want anything good to happen to you, your legs have to open at some point. I’m just saying. I can be creative as fuck if you want, but if you ease up on the death grip your thighs have on my head, you won’t regret it, I swear.”

  She barely heard a word past “splits on my dick.” No one, in the history of life, could actually do that unless they were an aerial gymnast. “I haven’t done the splits in ten years.”

  He shook her thighs a little with his hands. “Focus. No splits. It was me teasing you. Just relax, Sloane.”

  “I can’t.” Damn it, she was blowing this. But she felt gangly and awkward and sexually lame. She and Tom had sex every other month or so and then it had been very straight forward, routine. In and out. Literally.

  “Tell me what you like.”

  “I don’t know.” She didn’t. “I mean, I like my vibrator.” She didn’t want it to sound like she liked nothing. “I know how that, you know, works.”

  “How it gets you off?” Rick asked. “That’s good, beautiful. Really good. Do you finger something first, get yourself wet?”

  She nodded, eyes widening at the look on his face. He looked very, very turned on. She relaxed her thighs a little, reassured.

  “Here, show me.” Rick reached out for her hand. He cupped it and shifted back a little so there was room.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Show me how you get yourself off. I want to learn what you like.”

  There was no way. And… he guided her finger right inside her pussy. Okay, so there was a way. She moaned softly. She was damp from him sucking on her nipples.

  “Like this?” He kept his grip on her, his index finger over hers, easing back out of her and swirling her slick heat over her clitoris.

  She wanted to protest but at the same time realized that would be completely stupid. Instead she said, “Yes, like that.” Her eyes fluttered shut, knees drifting apart.

  “More in or more out?” he asked, easing her finger gently inside her again.

  He didn’t push the tip deep, just a brutal little tease. “Both,” she breathed, raising her hips so he could take her finger deeper. She realized the irony of that. It was her finger. She could move it any time. But there was something super hot about having him control her movement.

  “I get it,” he said. “First more in.” He pushed her finger deep inside her. “Then more out.” He pulled all the way out and rolled her fingertip over her clit again.

  “Yes.”

  He stroked in and out again and she started to breathe deeply,
the desire pulling at her from deep inside. It felt so freaking good and sexy. But when he added his finger to hers, filling her with both, she gave an unexpected moan. “Oh, shit, Rick, that feels…” She opened her eyes, wanting to see him fucking her.

  “Good?” he asked, and his voice was husky, excited. “You like being finger fucked by both of us? You’re really tight, Sloane.”

  News to her, but she wasn’t going to argue. “Yes, I like it. Your finger is huge.” It was. Almost as big as her first boyfriend’s cock. Either that or she had been revirginized. Because he was stretching her in the most delicious way while she rocked her hips and arched her back.

  She didn’t mean it as any sort of invitation but Rick must have taken it that way. His free hand reached up and teased at her nipple. “Oh, shit,” was her opinion on that. “Rick, I’m going to come, oh, damn.” She could feel it swelling inside her, her whole body tense and ready.

  He pulled their fingers out and abandoned her swollen clit too in a move that had her crying out in frustration. “What are you doing?”

  “I want to taste you.” He bent his head over her without further explanation and eased her apart with those big thumbs.

  Then he flicked his tongue over her clit and eased down into her slit and she nearly jumped out of her skin it felt so electric. “Rick,” she breathed.

  “Don’t come, baby, not yet. Let me play with your sweet pussy. Just a little. It tastes so good.”

  “I don’t think I have control over that,” she said, a little desperate. She meant that. Everything inside her felt like it was driving to the edge of a cliff and there was no slowing that shit down.

  “Please. Let me eat your pussy.” Even as he spoke, he did just that. He was stroking over her in a way that had her mind going entirely blank. “I just love your pussy. You taste amazing.”

  She didn’t think she’d ever had a lover say pussy to her in bed before and damn it, she liked it. Rick made it sound like she was an altar he wanted to worship at and she liked that concept. She was a woman. She had something he wanted and he should be grateful she was giving it to him. It made her feel sexy and powerful even as he destroyed her with his tongue.

  “I’m going to come,” she said, because this was so good and stimulating there was no stopping it. She was going to have a big, bold orgasm.

  Especially when he reached up with both hands and pinched her nipples. Hard. She gasped at the sensation of heat shooting through her pussy. Then there it was. A rolling wave of ecstasy dragging her under. “Fuck,” she said. “Oh, fuck.”

  Rick stroked and teased and pinched until she thought she might die from a heart attack. Her heart rate was through the roof and she almost forgot to breathe. When he finally pulled back a shudder rolled through her, her thighs shaking.

  “Yeah?” he asked. “How was that?”

  “Go team,” she said, tremors in her voice. She raised her arms, which suddenly felt like they weighed seven hundred pounds, and shook them weakly like she had pom-poms. “We’re number one.”

  Rick laughed. “Touchdown?”

  She nodded. “Touchdown.”

  * * *

  Nothing had ever been as satisfying as watching Sloane explode beneath him. She had finally let go and it was a beautiful thing. Better than he could have ever imagined.

  Rick shoved his pants down to his ankles and kicked them off with an urgency he’d never known. He grabbed them and patted the pocket for his wallet. “Time to try for the extra point,” he told Sloane, digging out a condom and tossing the wallet on the nightstand.

  “Oh, right,” she said, looking limp and satiated. “But you didn’t play ball in high school.”

  “That was then. Now I’m a fucking baller.” He shoved his boxer briefs down and tore the condom open with his teeth.

  Her eyes widened. “That’s a five.”

  “What?”

  “A five on your one to ten cheesiness scale.”

  That made him laugh softly. “Fair enough.”

  He went on his knees so he could sheath his rock-solid cock. Eating out Sloane had made him hard to the point of pain. He wanted her. Hell, he needed her.

  “Rick?” Her jaw had dropped.

  “Yeah?”

  “I know I’m going to regret saying this out loud but you have a very big dick.”

  That made him smirk. He wasn’t even going to lie. Best words ever. “Thanks. The rest of me caught up to my cock and my hands and my feet, what can I say?”

  She actually swallowed visibly. “Um…”

  He didn’t wait for her to panic. He slid his tip over her warm heat, teasing it over her clit. She was soaking wet and he let out a soft moan. “Damn, that’s a beautiful thing. You’re so fucking wet for me.”

  She grabbed his wrists like she needed an anchor. Rick brushed her hair back off of her cheek. He felt like the luckiest bastard ever to live. How many guys got a night with their teen crush? He wanted to remember this moment, every sound, every touch, every scent. The room was sweet with her arousal and quiet except for their breathing. Lamplight softly fell over her slim body, her gorgeous tits. Her nipples were still hard and the curls between her thighs were darkened with the dewiness of his tongue and her pussy.

  It was perfection.

  Slowly, he eased into her, gritting his teeth from the effort to go slowly. She was so fucking tight. A hot little fist stroking his cock. “Oh, baby, that’s perfect.”

  Her eyes were wide and she was squeezing his arms, digging her fingernails into his flesh. “Holy shit,” she breathed. “I can feel you just throbbing inside me.”

  “Hold on to me, Sloane, because it’s about to get better.” He wasn’t even halfway there yet. Easing in slowly, he filled her tight pussy fully, groaning as he embedded himself in her wet, welcoming body. “Damn, beautiful. Fucking amazing.”

  “What do you want me to do?” she asked. “Should I move my hips?”

  He shook his head, touched that she looked so uncertain. “Let me do all the work. You just lay there like a goddess and take it.”

  “But you’re not doing anything.” She arched her back.

  “You want me to do something?” He eased slowly, slowly back out of her.

  Sloane gave a cry, nodding. “Yes.”

  “You want me to fuck you? Is that what you want?”

  She nodded again.

  “Say it. Say you want me to fuck you.” He was almost fully out of her.

  “Fuck me, Rick. Fuck me.”

  He thrust deep inside her.

  She cried out. “Yes.”

  He pulled back. “Again?”

  She was nodding rapidly. “Yes.”

  There was a wild eagerness in her eyes that turned him on. Damn. This was everything. He had Sloane O’Toole beneath him, his cock buried in her tight, sweet pussy, and nothing could be better than this. Nothing. He pushed deep inside her. “Think you can take it if I go faster? I want to pound you. Is that what you want?”

  Sloane was squirming beneath him, rolling her head side to side, nails clawing at him. “Yes. I want that. I want you.”

  That what all he needed to hear. He put his palm against the headboard and drove into her hard, finding a fast, powerful rhythm. By the third stroke she was screaming, tits bouncing as she arched her back. By the sixth stroke she was coming, chanting his name, her pussy sending a hot stream of fluid rushing over his cock. It was so amazing watching her shatter, her body so slick and warm around his that he didn’t last long. He gave a few extra hard strokes, knocking her head back into the headboard, as he exploded inside her.

  “Oh, fuck, Sloane. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said, letting his eyes drift closed as he burst into the condom inside her.

  She went limp, mouth open as she gasped for air. “What just happened?”

  He slowed down, shuddering with the final wave of pleasure. “A whole lot of good shit, that’s what just happened.”

  Sloane eased up on her death grip. “Why did I get so… w
et?” Her cheeks were stained from pleasure, heat, and shyness.

  Shyness from Sloane was not something he had ever anticipated. He pulled his cock out and lay down beside her. “What do you mean?” Did she really not know she’d had an internal orgasm? “You came, right?” He’d bet his life on it. That warm gush was a dead giveaway.

  She nodded. “I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm, you know…”

  “From being fucked?” He felt a wave of tenderness for him. Her ex must be a shit-ass lover, damn. “How do you usually come?”

  “From my vibrator.” She turned to look at him with a shrug. “It’s just easier that way. My ex got annoyed if it took so long so we had a routine. I would get myself prepped with my vibrator, then he did his thing, then I finished.”

  That made Rick want to track down her ex and punch him in the face.

  “So how was this in comparison?” He knew she’d enjoyed it but he wanted her to say it.

  She stared over at him, her murky eyes darker than they had been earlier. “There is no comparison. This was amazing.”

  He’d take that. He ran a finger down her cheek. “Good. Next time will be just as amazing.”

  “Next time?” she asked.

  “Yes. Next time. Give me five minutes to recover.”

  “Five minutes? Really?” She looked astonished. “I thought it took like at least twelve hours.”

  For such a badass, she was very naïve when it came to sex. “Only for losers. Not for me.”

  “So…” Sloane bit her lip. “What the hell was that when I came? I mean, I know that sounds stupid but I think that was my first orgasm from sex, like I said.”

  “It’s exactly what you think it is.” Rick gave her a soft, sensual kiss. “Fucking hot, that’s what it was.”

  Six

  Fucking hot.

  Had truer words ever been spoken? Nope. Not in Sloane’s lifetime.

  Because what Rick had just done to her was next level. She now fully understood just what she had been missing all these years. If he could do this again in five minutes she was all on board because she needed to make up for lost time. She had to erase a decade of mediocre sex from her memory banks in one night so that she could live to bang another day.