Page 15 of Rock On

He cupped my face. “I think I could trust you with everything. With all of me.”

A shadow passed over his eyes, but before I could ask, he kissed me, pushing his tongue inside and drawing my moan. I forgot to wonder what he was hiding as he stole my breath then trailed his mouth over my jaw and down to my breast. My nipples were needy, beaded points, so hard they ached, and I cried out when he drew one tip between his lips.

“Sweet like sugar,” he muttered before doubling down. He sucked and nipped, scraping his teeth lightly over the areolaand making me shudder. My fingers drove into his long, silky hair while I clung to him, my hips rocking against his hard belly, each of his draws sending lightning zinging into my core. My pussy throbbed with the need that had been growing since the moment I first saw him. What he was doing now, only slammed that need to the wall, putting a hand to its throat and turning me into a trembling mess, bound as surely as the ropes he’d teased me about.

“Oh God, Jerrin, please…”

“Please what, sweet girl?”

“You know,” I whined. “I need…”

I cut off on a cry as he nipped the underside of the mound he molded in his hand then moved to the other to proceed with his oral assault on my other hardened and achy nipple.

“You have me,” he vowed. “I don’t think I can ever let you go.”

“No,” I agreed. “I want you.”

“I’m burning for you, Sky. I’ve never felt this way.” Kneeling up, he helped tug my open pajama shirt completely off. He tossed it across the room. “Hang onto the headboard. Don’t let go.”

And how could I not obey the God who played my body like a maestro controlled his favorite instrument? My fingers curled around the cool wood balusters in my headboard, I watched him moving along my body to my center, pulling down my shorts while he moved. After he tossed them the way of my shirt, he ran a thumb over my bare, wet pussy.

“So pretty,” he said as he traced the crease. “I need to taste you.”

“Uh-huh,” I replied, the sight of him lifting his thumb to his mouth striking me too stupid to form words. My tongue skimmed over my lips while I watched him. He groaned, then bent in to taste me from the source.

My fingers tightened on the headboard, my body bowing at the first touch of his tongue. One of his hands flattened on my belly while he settled between my thighs and parted me with the other hand. He growled—growled!—while he feasted, devouring every bit he could. The morning bristle on his jaw abraded my sensitive flesh but turned me on even more. The thumb of the hand holding me open for his mouth, brushed over my opening to tease me with the promise of more. It taunted me when I needed himinme! At the same time, his lips focused on my clit, and he drew on it the same as he had at my nipples.

My climax knotted in my belly, twisting tighter and tighter, ready to unleash. But I wanted him in me.

“Please…” I begged. “Jerrin.”

“You need something, beautiful girl?”

I heard, rather than saw, his smile. “Fuck you.”

“I think you want me to fuckyou,” he countered. While I watched, he climbed off the bed and shoved down his underwear. He fisted his long cock, dragging his fist up the length. “You want this?”

I swallowed hard and nodded. “Please. Don’t make us wait any longer.”

“No more,” he agreed, climbing over me and pushing my legs wide around him. Balancing on one arm, he leaned forward and kissed me while he notched his glans to my opening.

Suddenly, he paused, blinking as if the touch had startle him, clearing the spell we were under. “Shit. Condom.”

I shook my head, my denial wild. “I’m on the pill. Clean. Jerrin…”

My thighs tightened around him as if to stop him from going anywhere.

“Thank God,” he breathed. “I’m clean, too. Can I…? I want to feel you around me.”

“Yes.” The one word sounded like a plea. I lifted into him, trying to get closer to him. With a harsh breath, he sank into me an inch.

“Fuuuuuck…”

“More,” I demanded.

He nodded, pushing deeper. My lips dropped open, my breath strangled, arresting in my chest, while he split me open with his wide length.

“God damn, you’re so tight,” he grated. We both groaned when he bottomed out, deep inside me. We stared into each other eyes, breathing hard, the impact of the moment binding around us. Then Jerrin started to move. His hips flexed. His hands skimmed up my arms, prying my fingers off the headboard. Linking his through mine, he held them to my pillow. “All mine. Never escaping me.”

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