Rock Me Deep (20 page)

“This,” I said softly. We were close enough that the music didn't blur me out. “How about you try smoking less? Earlier today, all the time you wasted when you stormed off to—”

Drezden's expression darkened. “I know.” His palm closed over my fingers, trapping my hand against his lower back. “It's just something I do when I'm stressed.”

“Why not just quit?”

His thumb squeezed, I worried he'd leave his fingerprints on my flesh. “Withdrawal is soul sucking.” In his pause, there was something unsaid. Watching me with a dangerously vivid hunger, he bent down. His whisper clenched around my lungs. “When did you become my drug?”

There were so many words I wanted to say.

Too bad he'd stolen them all.

I keep trying to tell him no. My mouth says one thing, while the rest of me gets hot and wet.
My brother had told me to get closer to Drezden. There was no way he meant I should get
this
close to him.

Together we started to weave. I didn't struggle; when he released my hand, I kept it on his ass. There was a pulsing in me, in us. It went beyond the rapid music.

We didn't dance like strangers. I expected more mistakes, more fumbles. Drezden held my spine, coaxing me to roll my hips. Before, I'd been lacking air. Now, I was a balloon, waiting for Drezden to pop me.

How could my fragile existence stand up to his sharp appetite?

Taking my waist, he brushed his pelvis—
himself—
against me. The stiff resistance of his hard-on brought a whimper from my lips. My knees melted like ice cream on the summer pavement. I felt the dampness of my pussy ruining my panties and worried my jeans would be next.

I leaned my weight on him, rubbing over every single fucking muscle he had... and he had a lot of them. What remained of my resistance was flying away. I was up against an enemy I'd never faced. Here I was, falling apart at the hands of a man I'd glorified over the years as I listened to his music late into the night. He was dancing with
me
, he wanted
me
.

I couldn't recall why I'd been rejecting him.

His lips came for mine. I beat him there, linking my arms around his thick neck to keep him in place. I tasted the sweetness of rum, but his flavor was stronger in the end. It left hooks in my brain, implanting a gluttony for him.

Nothing would ever be the same between us.

When had I stopped caring?

****

T
he elevator dinged.

Drezden pressed me on the mirror, holding my chin so he could take his time with my throat. I didn't remember getting into the hotel, there was just a vague fog made from purple lights, crisp air and the crunching of tires. A part of me knew we'd climbed into a taxi, ignoring the personal car. The rest was all teeth and seeking tongues.

He kissed better than anyone could have—should have—been able to. The last time we'd been in this elevator had been this morning. Then, when he'd shoved me on the wall and tried to convince me to give him a chance... I'd almost done it.

Performing in front of thousands had filled me with courage. Was that what had changed? Was I no longer scared?
I'm unbreakable. Nothing can ruin this. I'm a rock star.

The world had welcomed me. I wanted to swallow it whole.

The elevator doors started to close, the machine having no clue that we'd reached our floor, but had decided to stay inside and keep making out. I put out a foot, stopping the doors, yanking Drezden out into the hall and towards my room.

He stopped us and banged his keycard on the door next to mine; the one that belonged to him. Together we fell through the doorway, the lights automatically flicking on when they sensed our movement.

Behind me, the door crashed shut heavily. Drez was kissing me, as if he couldn't stop. Through my fluttering lashes, I caught glimpses of his room. It was big, wide—a copy of mine with its white walls and large screen TV.

A ripple of fear surfaced at the sight of his bed.

Wait. What am I doing?

His hands pushed my hair off my neck from behind. My worries went with it. “I can't believe you're here.” He grazed the curve of my jaw with his teeth. Hard fingertips moved down my back, tugging the hem of my shirt up.

Swallowing didn't help me find a response. I tried again, but only a quick gasp escaped. He'd discovered my skin, exploring my spine. Drezden bumped my bra strap; without asking, he unclasped it.

The black lingerie whispered when it hit the floor; he was too fast. On reflex, I crossed my arms over my chest. Drez spun me, eyes eagerly raking over my pale flesh. Nerves were erasing my confidence. I reached for the light; his body blocked me. “No,” he growled, scooping up my chin. I froze under the need in his stare. “I want to see you, all of you.”

It's too much. This is too much.
I'd forgotten who he really was. Drezden Halifax had let me see some of the darkness inside of him before. But now, I'd walked into his lair.

In private, he could be himself. He could let go. I'd stumbled into a whirlpool when I'd thought it was a basic jacuzzi. He kissed me violently, tugging my lower lip with his teeth.

I felt myself falling, thought it was vertigo until I actually hit the bed. Drezden went down with me. He pounced, tangling fingers in my hair.

He's going to destroy me.

And yet, the more he touched me, the less I fucking cared. His warmth settled over me on the mattress, shadows cloaking his eyes. Leaning away, he flashed me a quick smirk. It stole more of my resistance.

Palms dragged down, scratching my ribs. I wriggled, openly whining as he explored me. Drezden was skirting around my breasts. I was initially thankful, terrified to let him touch me there when I was already losing my mind in less tender places.

Soon enough, the throbbing in my lower belly grew disappointed. The smirk he'd given me made sense.
The bastard, he's teasing me. How can he have the strength to tease when he acts like he wants me so badly?

He looked down, green eyes contaminated with lust. “Something wrong, Lola?”

My poor lower lip was getting chewed up. “Why are you—why go so slow?”

His index finger brushed down my middle, just between my breasts. “You want me to speed up?”

Narrowing my eyes, I tried to look fierce. A gentle caress from his hand near my hip changed that. “I just... no. Fine. Do what you want.”

There, a flash of the rabid animal living in his soul. “I plan to.”

The muscles in my legs squeezed, toes pointing in my boots. A hollowness was forming in my pussy. Drezden made me want things I couldn't say out loud.

Inch by inch, he twirled his fingers closer to my chest. I was breathing heavily, my cheeks pure fire as my breasts shook with my strain. It was impossible to hold anything back. With him sitting on me, knees on either side of my thighs, I was trapped. I knew he felt every tiny twitch of my hips grinding.

I willed my body to calm down. I wasn't surprised it didn't listen.
At this rate, my brain will just crumple like tissue paper.

Looking over him, the light behind his head made his features sharp as daggers. The indents along his bare shoulders hinted at his strength, his complete restraint in being patient with me.

Drezden flinched as I gripped his shirt, trying to lift it over his head. I thought he'd help me; his hands imprisoned my wrists. “No,” he said sternly. “It stays on.”

“That's not fair.”
I want to see you, too.
Trying again was futile, he just crushed my wrists until I squeaked.

Shoving my arms down onto the mattress, he pressed his nose to mine. The gold flecks I'd loved in his eyes now reminded me of jagged glass. “You want to see more of me? You're so sure?”

My voice was a mere croak. “Of course I'm sure.”
I think I am, I think...

Considering me for a long minute, Drezden let my hands go. He straightened up, then stepped off the bed. I was paralyzed as he unbuckled his belt. The leather fell to the floor, my heart jumping.

“I'll show you more.” His meaning had a razor edge. He wasn't removing his shirt, he was unbuttoning his jeans. The sound of the zipper reverberated in my atoms.

In spite of my uneasiness, I sat up on my elbows. I was transfixed on his thumbs guiding his pants downwards. Drezden kicked his shoes off, they joined his jeans in a forgotten pile.

He was clad in tight, charcoal grey briefs. The material left little to my imagination. The shape of his cock was obvious as day, tenting out from his stomach and making my pussy throb.

When I finally lifted my eyes away from it, I found Drezden grinning. “I guess you did want to see, then.”

Blushing redder than ever, I looked at the ceiling. My escape was too brief; he climbed back over me. Expecting him to say something, to maybe kiss me, I cried out as he buried his hands on my breasts.

His erection bumped my thigh, driving tremors to my swelling clit. How the hell could I have prepared for this?
I couldn't have. I don't think anyone could be ready for someone like Drezden.

His mouth secured mine. In the dizzying heat of his lips, I lost track of time. Fingers wrapped my hardening nipples, tugging them gently. Each pull woke more of me, prodded at my own inner animal.

Sliding down, the singer kissed my nipples, one at a time. Then he licked his fingers, the sight scalding my blood. Staring right at me, Drez teased one rosebud. Simultaneously, he suckled the other.

Colors bloomed in my mind. I was blind and deaf and made of nothing. When I came back, I honed in on the ball of slippery pleasure growing between my thighs. I
wanted—
no, needed—Drezden to fuck me.

It wasn't something I could voice.

Rocking my hips, I whimpered pathetically. With my breast still in his warm mouth, he chuckled. The sound he made when he let go was obscenely liquid. “Your heart sounds like it's going to explode.”

It's going to break.
Opening my eyes, forgetting when I had shut them, I saw the glow in his face. He was barely controlling his lust. “You're fucking cruel,” I mumbled. Reaching between us, I unzipped my pants. His look of surprise was almost as good as when I'd grabbed his ass in the club.

He moved, helping me shimmy the jeans and boots off. We both saw how soaked my blue panties were. His chuckle was galling. He didn't mock me, though; he leaned down and
inhaled
my scent as deeply as he could. His cheek, rough with stubble, scraped on my leg.

“Fuck,” he said against my dampness. “You smell so fucking good.”

I was mortified and turned on all at once. “Stop, come up here.” One look from him said he wasn't going to listen to me.

Tugging my panties down, he revealed my pink lower lips. Strands of my juice went with the cloth, and we both knew how much I wanted him. Drezden adjusted himself in his briefs with a grunt. “I wanted to draw this out longer, fuck.”

My head was shaking side to side. Speaking was hard, each of his words was a breath of air on my eager pussy. Every time it throbbed I lost the ability to use my tongue.

Luckily for us both, Drezden had full control of his.

His first lick made me gasp, the second made me squeal. I covered my mouth to stifle the rest, trying to roll away from him. He wouldn't have it, not him. Coiling his arms around my thighs, he spread me open and trapped me in place.

I was strong for my size, I wasn't some shrinking violet. But in that moment, I lost every fiber that said 'get away' each time he dipped his tongue onto my pussy. He ate me through my first helpless spasms. Drezden had me in his grips, and I was fading fast.

Greedily he buried his mouth between my thighs. Being a virgin was one thing, I still had a healthy appetite for masturbation. But this was
nothing
like that. His determination and skill drove me to submit.

Teasing my clit gently, he groaned with his thirst. My fingers went down, guiding his head and feeling his soft hair. The pressure in me was electric; it frightened me. I couldn't bear to let myself come, not on his face like this.

“Drezden,” I blurted, tugging at his hair. “You need to—ah! Stop, come on, come up!”

In argument, he nibbled just on the edge of my clit. My scream was wild, back arching on the bed. A ripple of tension stretched, an elastic that connected me from my scalp to my pussy. “W—wait, wait...!”

The singer for Headstones wasn't listening to me. In a funny moment of clarity, I didn't think he ever had. He'd forced me to show him my bitten tongue, insisted he treat my wounds, kissed me and touched me and chased me down all after I'd told him we couldn't happen.

And here I was. The result of all his pressing.

Letting him eat me out.

My elastic snapped, tingles shooting through and centering on my lower belly. I came hard, screaming and biting down on my wrist. The noise still reached my ears, another thing to imprint and associate with Drezden Halifax.

He was taking hold of me in every possible way.

Gasping, I didn't notice he moved until he tangled his tongue with mine. Cupping my cheeks, he kissed me until my heart came back down from the clouds. But he wasn't done, there was no stopping him.

Sliding his briefs down, he exposed his thick cock. It bounced off of me, pressing warmly on my belly. I caught a glimpse of it, the fat head an angry purple from how he'd held back. If what I'd experienced was a controlled Drezden, the unrestricted version could only spell doom.

“Lola,” he said, his voice labored. I heard him reach for something on the edge of the bed. From his crumpled jeans, he slipped out a foil packet. Expertly, he rolled the condom over his engorged prick.

Our foreheads touched, his shirt rubbing over my sensitive nipples. I think he expected me to say something—but I couldn't. My throat was tight, useless.

The tip of his cock brushed my wet entrance. My lungs, my insides, everything became cement. This was it; the moment I'd been waiting for. Movies and books had warned me over and over that sex would hurt the first time.

Drezden bit down on my shoulder, spreading me open inch by inch. There was a sense of being filled, one that continued on as he kept entering me. I didn't know how big he should feel. What was normal? How could I know? My brain kept warning me that it was too much. He was stretching me, surely I would break in two.