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Raw & Rosy

Revisited

by tuesdaymidnight

Chapter 1 Ï p. 3

Chapter 2 Ï p. 8

Chapter 3 Ï p. 13

Chapter 4 Ï p. 17

Chapter 5 Ï p. 26

Chapter 6 Ï p. 35

Chapter 7 Ï p. 41

Chapter 8 Ï p. 51

Chapter 9 Ï p. 55

Chapter 10 Ï p. 63

Chapter 11 Ï p. 72

Chapter 12 Ï p. 83

Chapter 13 Ï p. 94

Chapter 14 Ï p. 98

Chapter 15 Ï p. 108

Chapter 1

This happens during Chapter 9 of Raw and Rosy - the Friday Edward came to school in leather.

JPOV

Leather pants.

He wore leather fucking pants.

He wore soft, supple, boot-cut leather pants to school on Friday. Instead of pairing it with something

ridiculous, he wore a plain white t-shirt that hugged his chest close enough to leave little to the

imagination.

The air in the school buildings was charged with even more sexual energy than usual, and I attributed

that to Edward himself. Girls would stare and then giggle. I swear I even saw Mike Newton checking

out Edward's ass. It might have been for comparison - no contest, by the way - but he was definitely

looking.

Edward, however, remained as aloof and oblivious as always. I still didn't really know why he acted

like such an grade-A twat at school, but after meeting his mother earlier that week, I knew Edward

had some major mommy issues. That woman was all about keeping up appearances. I mean, if my

mother had been able to put two and two together after finding handcuffs on my headboard - well,

actually I didn't know what she would do, ma would never be that observant when it came to me.

Edward practically ignored every giggle and attempt to flirt with him made by the entire slut brigade.

Every time he let a girl come close, at least when I was around, he would pointedly make eye contact

with me.

When Jessica "Look at my Cleavage" Stanley told him point blank that his ass looked good, he simply

said, "I know," but he raised his eyes and fucking winked at me.

He winked.

I was half hard all day.

By the time school got out, I was about ready to fucking lose it.

I drove home recklessly; I was that desperate for release.

I briefly considered calling Riley the bus boy and making him suck me off, but then I probably would

have had to return the favor, and I just couldn't do it. After Edward, I was pretty sure that I'd never

quite feel fully satisfied with anything else. Riley was tofu, and Edward was a nice, thick, bloody

steak.

I only got home minutes before Rosalie, who must have had McCarty drop her off before he went to

baseball practice. I wasn't exactly sure if they were dating, but I wasn't too happy about it, and things

between my sister and I had been shaky ever since I saw them making out in his car in our driveway.

So, when she started talking to me, I was kind of stunned. However, I was in absolutely no fucking

mood to have a conversation. I needed to get off.

"Hey, Jay," she said tentatively.

"Yeah," I said shortly.

"Look, I know you're pissed at me, or whatever, but can I borrow your-" she began to ask.

I knew she was asking to borrow my truck. We were waiting on a part to come in to finally fix the

exhaust system on her own car, so hers had been out of commission since we took the muffler off

Tuesday.

"Sure, whatever," I said, tossing her my keys as I huffed past her on my way to the bathroom.

"What crawled up your ass and died?" she asked, instead of thanking me.

"I spilled acetone on me during chem lab today, and I can still smell it. I'm going to take a shower," I

snapped, hoping that would be enough to get her to leave me alone.

I wasn't even taking Chemistry this year, but Rosalie didn't notice.

"Just don't use up all the hot water. I have a date tonight to get ready for," she called after me.

I grunted in response as I finally reached my destination. Without any other acknowledgment, I

slammed the door shut and began tearing off my clothes. There was only one thought in my head.

Edward in leather pants.

Edward in leather fucking pants.

I couldn't stop the image from running through my brain.

My dick was hard and there was nothing I wanted more than to have Edward in front of me so I could

peel the black leather off his ass, slap it raw with my bare hands and then plunge my dick into it.

I bit the inside of my cheek to stop from moaning.

I turned on the shower spray and stepped under it immediately. It wasn't hot yet, but even the shock

of cold wasn't enough to get me to lose my boner.

My imagination raced as the water heated up. I grabbed some of Rose's shower gel and squirted it

into my hand. Normally, I didn't want my cock to smell like melon and cucumber, but I was beyond

rational thinking at this point.

He had been the worst in English class. As usual, he found excuses to get up from his desk and walk

right past me. I'm not sure why no one else seemed to notice that Edward was always dropping

things in front of my desk, or that the way he went to pick them up was decidedly obscene.

I mean, he bent over at the waist and fucking wiggled his ass in front of me. The leather stretched

tight across his cheeks, making a groaning sound that I tried not to emulate as I recalled the image.

The boy was in for it when I could get my hands on him again.

He was lucky I didn't jump over my desk right then and there. He knew he was playing with fire.

What would he have done had I taken the bait in the middle of class?

I squeezed my dick with my now-slicked right palm at the thought.

I could have bent him over his desk, in front of all our classmates. I could have pressed my dick,

straining hard against my denim, right against his ass. I could have leaned over and whispered in his

ear, loud enough for everyone to hear, about how he looked like a huge manwhore encased in

leather.

My hand picked up speed a little as the water heated up, rolling down my back. I stroked exactly the

way I liked, up with a twist of my wrist as my thumb brushed over the head.

I would have ordered him to stay bent over the desk, as our classmates stared at us in gaping shock.

Then, I would have stepped back and slapped his ass - hard - through the layer of leather. Edward

would have moaned and pushed his ass back wanting more, and of course, I would have complied.

My open palm would make contact over and over with his perky, leather-clad cheeks while Edward

came undone on the desk, Mr. Berty too shocked to tell me to stop.

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