The Rocker That Loves Me Part 13

Harper The first brush of the pad of his finger over my wet s.e.x made my back arch. After the gentle seduction of his lips and hands on every part of my body, parts that I would never have imagined would be arousal points. I felt like a finely strung instrument. With the single touch of his finger to my c.l.i.t, I went falling over an edge I wasn't even aware I was standing on.

"Ssshhhaaannneee!" I screamed his name, my body bucking uncontrollably.

"I love you, Harper," he whispered at my ear as he lowered himself beside me and kissed my lips until my body was calm once more.

For a long while all he did was hold me after that amazing o.r.g.a.s.m. My heart was beating so fast that it felt like it was going to beat me to death, my breathing coming in little pants as I tried to come down off the high Shane had given me with the release.

When I could finally think more clearly, I felt how tense he was against me. His erection like steel pressing into my hip as it pulsed and twitched against me. My head slowly rose until I could meet his gaze and I saw how much it was costing him to just lie there holding me. He was in pain and I couldn't stand that thought.

The very idea that he needed me had my body melting. The release I had just experienced only intensified the renewed desire burning between my thighs. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his head down to mine.

He didn't hesitate to kiss me back, didn't protest when I started unb.u.t.toning his dress s.h.i.+rt, but he didn't help me either. I realized then that he was making this all about me. If I chose to lie back down and go to sleep, he wouldn't say a word. If I got up and left he wouldn't follow. For some reason that touched something deep in my heart.

Licking my lips, I smiled up at him. "Tomorrow, I want you to take me shopping."

I could see that my words had surprised him, but he simply nodded. "Whatever you want, it's yours." Those raspy words were like a vow that healed some of the damage tonight had inflicted on my heart.

The smile turned into a grin as I started working on his belt. "Whatever I want, whenever I want it?" I murmured, hoping I sounded seductive.

I must have succeeded from the way his d.i.c.k twitched against his pants. "Yes."

With the belt undone, I unsnapped his pants and carefully pulled down the zipper, knowing that my man didn't like underwear. His erection sprang free, making my mouth water for a taste of him. And I would, I promised myself. I would suck his d.i.c.k for as long as I wanted and he wouldn't stop me.

"I want you to buy me toys," I told him, glancing up at him through my lashes. I knew that my eyes drove him crazy and planned to use them to their full advantage tonight. "I want you to buy them for me, these s.e.xy little toys, and I want you to use them on me. I want to play and experiment, and when we're both exhausted from all of that, I want you to make love to me... Can you do that for me, Shane?"

My heart pounded while I waited for his answer. I hoped he knew what I was telling him by asking for these things, prayed that he realized I was giving him my trust one more time, one last time. By asking him to experiment s.e.xually, I was giving him everything.

"Y-yes," he whispered brokenly, and I lowered my head to take him into my mouth.

The taste of his pre-c.u.m was addictive. I loved that sweet, slightly salty, tangy taste on my tongue. I sucked him in deep until his d.i.c.k hit the back of my throat and made me gag. He groaned, enjoying the fill of my throat contract around the head of his thick c.o.c.k. I pulled back and looked down at the bulging veins, examining them before tracing my tongue over every one of them.

His b.a.l.l.s tightened and I gently grasped them with one hand, ma.s.saging, tugging, even moving lower to run my tongue over the delicate sac. Shane's fingers tangled in my hair, but he didn't urge me to take more into my mouth. He didn't do anything but hold my hair for me as I explored him.

This was for me.

I felt powerful, just as I suspected he wanted me to feel. By letting me have free rein tonight, by letting me do what I wanted when I wanted to his delicious body, Shane was turning over the only power he had. As I ran my tongue up the length of his silk covered steel d.i.c.k, I raised my eyes to meet his gaze. Yes, I had all the power tonight.

Something told me that if I abused that precious power I would destroy this man. There was a vulnerability in his eyes that I wanted to know about. And I would find out. I would demand answers.

Tonight wasn't the time, though.

Our gazes still locked, I took him fully into my mouth, trying not to gag this time when the head of his c.o.c.k hit the back of my throat. Breathing deeply through my nose, I took more of him, swallowing him inch by inch until I had all of him in my mouth. My tongue flicked over the base. When I had to come up for air, I pulled him from my mouth only to suck him deep again.

I could feel him getting close and knew that he was only moments away from emptying inside my mouth. With one last suck I lifted onto my hands and knees and climbed over Shane. His fingers shook as he helped me fit his big c.o.c.k into my tight, aching s.e.x.

"I'll try to hold on," he promised.

I shook my head. "No. I want you to just let go." I slid down his length until he was as deep as I could take him. His girth stretched my inner muscles, making the pleasure almost unbearably intense.

Shane gritted his teeth. A dark vein pulsed on his neck, and I lowered my head to suck on it as I set a pace that I knew would send us both to Heaven shortly. Those strong, rough fingers of his gripped my a.s.s, spreading my hips as he helped me. His breathing was labored, the air filled with his noisy pants. They mixed with my loud moans, filling the room with a symphony of our lovemaking.

I felt the first spray of his hot release hit deep within my womb at the same time his hands tightened on my a.s.s and he tossed his head back.

"Harper!" he bellowed my name.

The world narrowed and all I could see, feel, hear were the effects of my own release. I cried his name, my hips moving faster as I tried to hold on to that powerful climax.

"Don't want it to stop!" I cried, desperate for the connected feeling I felt with him in that instant to stay just as much as I never wanted my o.r.g.a.s.m to end.

He must have known what I wanted, must have needed it just as much. Even though he had just emptied himself deep inside of me, he was still rock hard. Groaning my name, he moved me onto my side. He pulled out only long enough to turn me so his front was to my back, and then he was filling me once more.

Strong arms came around my waist, anchoring me to him as he thrust into me from behind. Scalding lips kissed my neck, his evening beard sc.r.a.ping over the sensitive skin of my shoulder and ear. Fingers caressed over my quivering stomach until they found my c.l.i.t, still sensitive after two incredible o.r.g.a.s.ms but ready for more.

"YES!" I cried when he rubbed my c.l.i.t just the way I needed it.

The pounding of his d.i.c.k deep inside me, the feel of his b.a.l.l.s bouncing against my a.s.s, added to his talented fingers on the bud of nerves-my sweet spot- all pus.h.i.+ng me closer to a tsunami of an o.r.g.a.s.m that would drown me when it hit.

"Come for me, beautiful!" Shane demanded in my ear in that raspy voice that I loved so much. "Come for me!"

My body was his to command. The wave swallowed me whole, left me gasping and struggling for air. My body shook, my inner muscles convulsing. Shane increased his pace, his b.a.l.l.s slapping against my a.s.s harder, and I rode out the last draining waves of an o.r.g.a.s.m that left me nearly unconscious.

Chapter 17.

Shane I hadn't been able to sleep deep since I was a kid, but that night I slept like the dead. How could I not after Harper and I had set the sheets on fire?

I fell asleep still inside of her, unable to find the strength to move once I had caught my breath. When I opened my eyes to the morning sun s.h.i.+ning through her window, it was to find she was no longer beside me. Jerking into a sitting position, I glanced around for her.

"Hi," her sweet voice drifted to me from Lana's bed. Blinking, I focused on her. She was sitting crossed legged on the full sized bed, her camera in hand as she continued to take picture after picture of me.

"Hey, beautiful. What are you doing?" I c.o.c.ked my head, not caring that I was completely naked and that she was still taking pictures of me.

A small smile teased her lips as she snapped another picture of me sitting on the edge of her bed. "I hope you don't mind. I couldn't resist. The sun was s.h.i.+ning across your delicious body and I had to capture it."

"No, baby. I don't care." And to show her I meant it, I stood and stretched, giving her plenty of angles to capture. Her favorite? My front, especially the morning hard-on that I was sporting just for her.

After a few minutes I was ready for more than just to be the subject of her artistic eye. I wanted her maybe even more than I did the night before. How was it that I wanted her this much, and yet the need kept growing? It would consume me before long.

The camera fell from her hands and landed carefully on the bed next to her as I trapped her against Lana's mattress. All she was wearing was a camisole and a pair of panties. Neither of which stood much of a chance. I ripped the sides of her thin panties, loving the way she squealed in excitement as my fingers sought and found her damp p.u.s.s.y.

Her breath hitched in my ear letting me know that she was enjoying every second of my exploration. I thrust two fingers deep then pulled them from her and rubbed her arousal over her bottom lip before sucking them into my mouth. f.u.c.k, I loved the taste of her!

Almost shyly, I watched as her little tongue darted out and skimmed over her bottom lip, tasting herself. Her lashes lowered, but not before I saw the reaction in those incredible, violet eyes. She liked it and was aroused by her own unique flavor.

"Tastes good, doesn't it, baby?"

Heat filled her checks but she nodded. I captured her lower lip with my own, sucking away the last of her honey. "You asked me last night to experiment with you. To guide you into the world of s.e.x play. Do you still want that, beautiful?"

Again, she nodded and my heart doubled its already erratic rate. "I know what you are giving me, Harper. All of that trust I almost killed last night... Thank you."

"Please don't make me regret it," she whispered.

"No, never," I vowed. "I love you, Harper. That isn't exactly easy for me. Letting someone this close is terrifying." I pulled back a little, propping myself up on my elbow so I could look down at her. "Remember the first time I kissed you and ran?"

She flinched but didn't turn away from me as I had feared she would. "Yes..."

I raised a hand to push back a few strands of caramel hair that had fallen across her cheek. "It was because I was terrified of tainting your sweetness. My past... It isn't pretty, baby. And not just because of the rock and roll lifestyle I've led for so long. There are things that... I was just a kid, but..."

Trembling fingers gently covered my lips. "You could never taint me, Shane. Never. I already knew about the girls. Lana wasn't exactly unforthcoming about your background."

I kissed her fingers and carefully pulled them away. "No, I didn't think she would be." Harper hadn't cared about that and it only made me love her more. But it was the other things that I feared would leave her sickened by me. "When I was a kid... I was abused."

Violet eyes darkened. "Like Emmie?" she whispered.

I closed my eyes and shook my head. "No, baby, not like Emmie."

I still held onto her fingers, so I knew when she realized what kind of abuse I was alluding too. The warmth seemed to seep from her hand, the tips starting to tremble. Slowly, I opened my eyes to meet her gaze. The tears building in her sweet gaze tore me apart, her quivering chin breaking my heart.

"Wh-who?"

"My stepdad."

A sob escaped her and I pulled her against my chest. "No," she whispered. "No. I... I'm sorry!" I waited for her disgust but it never came. At least not disgust for me.

Over the next hour we talked about my past. For the first time in my life I told the whole story, something I hadn't even told Drake and Emmie. It was hard, for both of us, but we held each other as I got it all out. How Rusty had come to my room one night when Drake was gone for a week at band camp. The pain and humiliation of that horrible night...

"I hate to even touch myself," I whispered into her hair. "My hands are rough, like his were."

"So..." She paused and cleared her tear clogged throat. "You've never..?"

I shook my head. "Never."

Slowly, she raised her head. Her gla.s.ses were streaked with tears, and she took them off, tossing them on the bedside table. I watched, a little anxious as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Her hands combed through her long, caramel hair, and a shaky sigh escaped her. For a long moment she sat there, not moving, not speaking, and I grew worried that I had killed her desire for me.

But then she reached for the edges of her camisole and pulled it over her head, leaving her naked. When she turned around to face me, her eyes were bright with determination...and pa.s.sion. "I want to erase all of those memories for you. I want to take away the pain."

Relief washed over me and I pulled her back into my arms. "You do that every time you are in my arms."

"Then I will have to make sure I never leave them." Her lips caught mine in perhaps the gentlest kiss we had ever shared. It took my breath away.

The kiss lasted forever, but I didn't want it to ever end.

Silky fingertips traced over my skin from my face to my waist, learning me like I had tried to learn her. When she broke the kiss, I felt lost for a moment before those hot, damp lips kissed a path down to my chest. Lips like satin settled over my heart, leaving me breathless for another reason altogether. Violet eyes rose to meet mine as she kissed my heart again. Just as she had given me her trust last night, I could see that she was giving me something even more special in this moment.

They weren't the words that I wanted to hear, but this would do. Seeing the love s.h.i.+ning at me from those purple depths would definitely do!

Harper let her kiss trail lower, her little tongue dipping for a second into my naval, making me aware that she was indeed learning what I liked. Her perfect little t.i.ts brushed over my thighs, the hard nipples combing through the rough hair on my legs. Silky hair tickled across my abdomen as her head traveled lower, and I couldn't hold back the groan when her hot breath whispered over the head of my aching d.i.c.k.

I reached for her hair, pulling it to one side so I could see her face as she kissed the tip of my weeping c.o.c.k then slid her tongue down the length. f.u.c.k! Could there ever be a s.e.xier sight than this girl sucking on my c.o.c.k?

When she reached the base, she sucked my b.a.l.l.s into her mouth. There was a delicate pop as she released them carefully. "I want to kiss your hurt away."

All I could do was nod because my throat was suddenly too dry, too tight. There was no way of describing this moment between us. Sweet. Beautiful. Full of love and, yes, pa.s.sion. But those words couldn't fully describe the feeling in my heart as she lowered her head and took me into her mouth. It couldn't come close to explaining how in awe I was. Harper kissed every inch of my c.o.c.k, kissed and licked my b.a.l.l.s until I didn't know if I was even still breathing.

She paused and took hold of my right hand. Her lips kissed my palm, the thick calluses left on my thumb from years of playing the guitar. I jerked as she guided my hand to my d.i.c.k and cupped my fingers around the shaft.

"Look at me, Shane," she instructed in that soft, sweet voice of hers. "Don't look away."

The first guided stroke made me a little less hard, just a little. I wanted to look away, to let go of my d.i.c.k, but her hold on me was stronger than those needs. Her fingers kept their firm yet gentle hold on mine and increased the pace of our strokes. That s.e.xy as sin mouth lowered over the tip, and I went completely rock hard once more.

The sweetness of the moment was still there, but as she sucked me and guided me to jack the shaft of my d.i.c.k, I went mindless. It felt so good, so f.u.c.king good. The pace was too slow and I increased it without her help, without her hand holding mine. I tightened my fist, pumping harder into the hot cavern of her mouth. My d.i.c.k grew thicker and longer in my hand, and still I didn't slow the pace.

Harper raised her head and kissed me, holding on to my shoulders as I jerked myself off for the first time in my life.

I could feel the release building, and with a shout of her name I exploded. It sprayed over her stomach, but she didn't move away. Instead, she deepened the kiss, rubbing her stomach against mine as she spread my release over us both. We slid together perfectly and without even thinking about it, I thrust my still hard d.i.c.k deep inside of her.

"Yes!" she cried, her head tossed back. Her hair flew back over her shoulders, leaving it wild and untamed. So f.u.c.king s.e.xy! "Harder!" she commanded.

I sat up with her still in my arms, my d.i.c.k deep inside her tight p.u.s.s.y. Her arms held on to my shoulders, and I cupped her perfect a.s.s as I thrust faster. Her muscles contracted around my c.o.c.k, letting me know that she was getting close. She was so hot, so tight, and I needed her to come for me before I could let myself join her.

I licked my finger and then skimmed it down her a.s.s before gently thrusting it into her most forbidden of pa.s.sages. Every muscle in her body seemed to contract, and I was rewarded with her p.u.s.s.y convulsing as she came apart in my arms.

"Shane!" The way she screamed my name drove me crazy. She scratched her nails over my shoulders and that pleasure filled pain sent me flying over the edge.

Chapter 18.

Harper While Shane showered I went in search of coffee and something sweet to eat. I was starving and couldn't remember the last time I had eaten. Dinner last night had completely killed my appet.i.te, but after the morning Shane and I had just had, I was ravenous.

Dallas was sitting at the kitchen table when I walked in, her phone in hand as fingers moved with quick, sure movements. Her head snapped up when she heard me, and I saw the look in her eyes. She looked a little guilty and I realized that she must have known about Shane's dinner plans.

"Well..." I muttered as I crossed to the coffee pot and poured a bigger than normal cup. "You suck."

"I'm sorry, Harp."