The Rocker That Loves Me Part 8

Slowly, he did as I asked. His erection was straining against his jeans. My mouth went dry at how big he looked through the denim material. With trembling fingers, I reached for the top b.u.t.ton and released it. Ever so carefully, I lowered the fly, scared that I would hurt him.

My heart felt like it was going to beat me to death as I tugged until his jeans landed at his feet. His hands were balled into tight fists at his sides, his knuckles white. Shane was holding on to his control by a thread and I only wanted to help him.

Linc went around the apartment regularly with nothing on, and I had to admit that I wasn't shy about looking my fill when he did it. But my gay friend had nothing on Shane. Sweet Lord, his d.i.c.k was pure perfection-long and thick, pink with bright blue veins that pulsed with each of his heartbeats. The head was slick with his pre-c.u.m.

"I'm scared," he whispered.

"Of what?" Shouldn't I be the one scared? I was the virgin.

I watched as he swallowed hard and fell to his knees in front of me. He looked so lost, so tortured, and it made my heart ache for him. Strong arms wrapped around my waist, his head pillowed in my lap. "I want you so bad, but I'm scared that you aren't ready for this. If I rush you, I might lose you."

It was then that I realized that I was already half in love with the rocker. His words broke through some of those stone walls I held erect around my heart, and it was more than a little terrifying to feel them crumbling. But I liked it and wanted to see where this thing with us could lead.

Combing my fingers through his hair, I lowered my head and kissed his cheek. "Come lie with me, Shane," I murmured. "I want you to hold me."

Slowly, he lifted his head. I scooted back until I found the pillows and lay down before lifting a hand toward him. He climbed in beside me, and I waited until he was comfortable before pillowing my head on his shoulder. "Baby?"

I smiled as I turned my face into his chest and kissed a spot right over his heart. "Don't be scared, okay?" Raising my head, I met his blue-gray gaze.

"I'm sorry..." he began, but I shook my head and he shut up.

"Shh. Don't speak." I lifted myself up onto my elbow and let my free hand trail across his chest. His heart was still beating fast.

Shane was quiet as I let my hand wander. My fingers traced over his abs. They were hard and ridged. His skin was hot and smooth, and I wondered if it was naturally like that or if he shaved it. I stopped at his naval and let my index finger slip inside to explore. He groaned and shivered, and I glanced up for a quick peek at his face.

His face was one of masculine perfection. Strong and bold. I loved the curve of his jaw. His nose fascinated me because I had never thought of that particular facial feature as s.e.xy before, but on him it was. His eyes were darker, like a stormy sea. And his mouth...

I wanted his wicked mouth on every part of my body.

But not yet. Not until I gave him what he needed.

"Tell me if I'm doing it wrong," I commanded as I let my hand skim down his stomach. When I reached the base of his erection, I hesitated for only a second before wrapping my fingers around his girth.

"f.u.c.k! Harper..."

I tightened my hold on him and stroked upward until I felt the liquid heat of his pre-c.u.m at the head. He grew longer and thicker in my hand, and I stroked downward until I found his b.a.l.l.s. I watched like a voyeur as each stroke produced more and more of the intoxicating scented liquid at the tip and used my thumb to spread it.

Shane started to pant and I increased my speed, stroking harder and faster. His fingers tangled in my hair, and I couldn't help but feel proud that I was making him feel so good.

"Baby, I'm close. So close."

Curious about the taste of the sweet smelling liquid his d.i.c.k kept producing, I stopped stroking and he let out a whimper. "Please, don't stop," he groaned.

I ignored his plea. Bending forward, I took the tip into my mouth, licking away the thick, clear liquid. I didn't know if I liked the taste or not, so I licked it again. Moaning when the taste exploded on my tongue, I licked him harder, taking more of him into my mouth. He grew even harder, stretching my mouth as far as it could go.

"Harper, I'm going to come in your mouth," he growled.

His words thrilled me and I sucked the tip harder, my teeth accidently nipping him a time or two. Both of my hands encircled his shaft and stroked him while I continued to suck and lick the head. His hands clenched in the bed covers on each side of him, his breathing growing more ragged as I took him just a little deeper and he hit the back of my throat.

"Oh. f.u.c.k!" he shouted, his back arching as he thrust deep into my mouth and I felt the first salty spray of his climax.

Shane Had I died?

I was sure that if I hadn't died I was hanging in some kind of limbo, one where your entire body felt like it was floating away. My mind was blank, my body numb. I wasn't even sure I was breathing.

I could honestly tell you that more than a thousand girls had sucked my d.i.c.k in my lifetime. Some had really known what they were doing, while others had looked at it as just something to do to get the rock star off.

And then there was Harper.

She had been clumsy and completely inexperienced. She had left her teeth marks from where she had accidentally bitten me more than once. But nothing could compare to how good she made me feel, how crazy I'd been as I sought out my release in her hot little mouth.

Now, as I slowly floated back down from the biggest climax of my f.u.c.king life, I found that I was still struggling to catch my breath. Her head was lying on my stomach while she trailed her nails up and down my still half-hard c.o.c.k. "Baby?"

Caramel hair shifted over my abdomen as she turned her head, and I was a.s.saulted by those gorgeous violet eyes. I could see the pent up desire burning deep in their depths, but what had me catching my breath was the one look I had hoped to see there since I realized just how I felt for her.

Maybe she didn't even realize it yet, but I knew that she cared just as deeply as I did.

"Still scared?" she murmured, tracing her nails up and down the length of my stiff shaft.

Reaching out, I cupped her beautiful face. "Terrified," I a.s.sured her with complete sincerity.

I flipped Harper onto her back. We fit just as I knew we would-perfectly. The way she spread her legs for me, so trusting. My c.o.c.k fit like a missing puzzle piece against her. The way those incredible b.r.e.a.s.t.s pushed against my chest. She was my other half, and I was going to show her just how perfect we were for each other.

I wanted to tell her. The need to make promises that I intended to keep to my last breath was almost overwhelming. I knew she wasn't ready to hear them. So I showed her instead.

I could taste myself on her lips when I kissed her. It wasn't a great taste, and it brought back so many horrible memories. I tensed and started to draw back, but the gentle touch of her hands on my back soothed me. I left her mouth, kissing down her throat and across her collar bone.

She made a small little mewling sound as I took her nipple into my mouth, her lower body arching and rubbing against my c.o.c.k almost unconsciously. My girl's t.i.ts were super sensitive. I sucked harder, switching from one nipple to the other every few moments. Her fingers sc.r.a.ped across my scalp, holding me to her.

"Shane..."

My hand skimmed down her side and over her mound. Knowing that she was hurting and that I was the only one that could ease the pain, I spread the outer lips of her drenched p.u.s.s.y.

"Sh-shane!" she whimpered my name as my thumb teased across her c.l.i.t.

"Do you like this?" I wanted to know everything she did and didn't like, only ever wanted to give her mind numbing pleasure.

"Y-yes."

I pressed my thumb a little harder, rubbing in little circles while I watched her eyes for signs of pleasure or pain. "This?" I felt her liquid desire flowing, dampening her thighs before she could even nod. My fingers trailed lower, diving into her wet depths.

She was so tight! I knew she was a virgin, and I had had my share of them as a teenager. But I couldn't remember any of them ever being this tight. Her heat scalded me, making my d.i.c.k ache like it had not just come the hardest it had ever come before.

"Don't you play with this pretty p.u.s.s.y, baby?"

Harper shook her head. "No."

"Ever?"

"No." She bit her lip. "I've never wanted to. No one has ever even made me want this but you."

If it had been anyone but Harper saying that, I probably would have run for the f.u.c.king hills. Instead, I was filled with proud arrogance. "No one else ever will, beautiful."

She flinched and I was worried that I had hurt her. "Baby?"

"Say it again," she whispered.

I frowned. "Say what, baby?"

"Call me beautiful. When you say it, I almost believe you."

My jaw clenched. It wasn't the first time that she had said something stupid along those lines. I wanted to rip apart whoever had made her believe that she wasn't beautiful.

"Baby, you are so beautiful you make my chest ache just looking at you." I brushed a kiss over her forehead. "I have never seen anything-ever-that compares to the beauty I see before me right now."

"Shane..."

I kissed her lips quick and hard to shut her up, not wanting to hear her argue. "Tomorrow you are going to tell me who put such crazy nonsense in that pretty head of yours. But tonight, you are going to lie back and let me prove just how beautiful I know you are."

Chapter 11.

Harper The first brush of his lips over my c.l.i.t made all thoughts evaporate.

Maybe I should have felt self-conscious, but I didn't. How could I possibly feel like that with Shane? For once in my life I really did feel beautiful.

His tongue teased over my folds, dipping inside. It was so good. That little brush of his tongue inside of me was so intense my fingers fisted in the covers beneath me. I was powerless to stop the sounds that escaped me.

Callused hands cupped my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, pinching my nipples and twisting gently. It made muscles deep inside clench, and I felt my s.e.x flooding with hot desire. This was all new territory for me. I had never touched myself, never had an o.r.g.a.s.m. Shane had awakened the woman in me.

He sucked my c.l.i.t into his mouth, making me cry out his name as he let go with a little pop before sucking it again. Over and over again, he tortured me with that sweet pleasure while one of his fingers tenderly thrust into me, stopping short of the barrier that was proof of my virginity.

"You taste so f.u.c.king good, beautiful," Shane told me between sucks. "Does this feel good?"

"Yes!" I cried. "So, so good!"

He stiffened his tongue, skimming over my c.l.i.t in a barely there caress that had me begging for more. He added another finger, thrusting just a little harder as my body became accustomed to his gentle invasion. I could feel something quickening inside of me as my entire body felt like it had caught fire.

"That's it, baby. Let go," his throaty voice commanded.

"Wh-what about you?" I asked, panting hard. I could feel him pulsing. I didn't want him hurting like he had been earlier.

"Do you want my d.i.c.k, baby?" He lifted his head just enough to meet my gaze. "I don't want to rush you into something that you aren't ready for..."

I was ready for anything he was willing to give me, and I told him so. Shane grinned. "Oh, the possibilities, sweet Harper." He lifted onto his knees and spread my thighs even wider.

I thought for sure he was going to take me, fill me, and make the empty feeling deep inside go away. Instead, he gripped his beautiful c.o.c.k in his hand and rubbed the tip over my c.l.i.t. My hands found his thighs and I sunk my nails deep into his flesh. That brush of his d.i.c.k across sensitive tissue was so perfect. "I like that."

"Me too." He did it again, his free hand spreading my outer lips wide while he rubbed against me harder.

He felt like silk covered stone. His heat added fuel to my already raging inferno. His hips started to thrust gently, his d.i.c.k slipping just a little lower with each caress up and down my slick folds. When the head teased at my entrance, my inner walls clenched in antic.i.p.ation, but he only went back to rubbing my c.l.i.t.

"Shane, I need you!" I whimpered, arching my hips in invitation to take me.

"I can't stop," he growled. "Don't ask me to stop."

"I want you inside me."

"I can't." His jaw clenched in an attempt to hold back. "Condoms are too far away. I'm going to come..."

"Please..." It was so intense, and I could feel my o.r.g.a.s.m building, building, building! But I needed him to fill me, needed him deep inside of me as I came around his hard c.o.c.k.

"Baby!" Shane groaned my name, the tip of his d.i.c.k slipping inside of me.

I couldn't hold back the scream as my body came apart. He wasn't even completely in me, but it was all I needed. My muscles began to spasm, clenching around the head of his d.i.c.k. He growled something, but I was too far gone to understand.

I didn't feel him pull out and was lost in my own paradise of sensations as he covered my stomach with his thick release.

How long it took me to recover I wasn't sure. Days, hours, minutes. But when I did Shane was there, his arms holding me close. His lips brushed over my temple. "Sleep, beautiful. There's no way in h.e.l.l you are leaving my bed tonight."

Shane I'm not sure what had made me get up.

There I was, half-asleep with Harper's sweet rear pressed against my semi-hard c.o.c.k. She was sleeping peacefully, her hair over my arm and pillow in a way I would remember for the rest of my life.The sight of this girl, the only one that would ever hold my heart so tightly, lying in my bed was just too perfect. How had I gone so long without this, without her?

But there was this anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach that was telling me to get up and go check on Drake.

When it started to really hurt, I carefully untangled myself from Harper and glanced at the clock. Just after one o'clock. Frowning, I pulled on a pair of boxers that I only wore when I was working out or when I was too lazy to put clothes on around the house. Quietly, so as not to disturb the sleeping beauty snuggled in my bed, I left the room and went down the hall to my brother's room.

That all too familiar scent of sweat and hard liquor hit me as soon as I turned the k.n.o.b and cracked the door open an inch or so. Dread hit the bottom of my stomach like a lead weight.

"No, Drake," I muttered to myself.

He had called me earlier that day, and I should have stopped and thought for a minute before brushing it off as nothing. He was probably calling to tell me he was having cravings, that he needed me to take him to a meeting. Feeling guilty, I pushed the door open a little more and stepped inside.

All that guilt evaporated when I saw the girl lying on the bed with my brother and was replaced with white hot rage.

"f.u.c.k!" I practically yelled, but the two sleeping forms on the bed didn't even move. "Drake, what the f.u.c.k did you do?"

The next few hours were hard ones to get through, most of which I spent on my own except for the brief visit by Lana. I felt gutted after watching her walk away with that dead expression in her pretty amber eyes. With Emmie on her way-along with Jesse and Layla-there wasn't much I could do but pace.

I could have woken Harper up and asked her to be with me through the long wait, but I didn't want to upset her.