Rock Me Deep (44 page)

"Were you embarrassed?"

I bit the inside of my cheek.
Too clever. Or I'm too obvious.
I was going to say something—create some lie that explained away my decision to fight with the busted zipper all alone. Before I could, Sean brushed his fingers over the nape of my neck.

My inhale was so loud it echoed on the white porcelain walls.

Freezing, Sean asked, "You okay?"

I was glowing red; I could see it in the mirror. "Just hurry up. This thing is choking me."

Eager to obey, Sean yanked the zipper straight down. It split open, freeing my upper body to the cool air.
All
of my upper body. He'd pulled so hard that the entire dress had split open and fallen to the floor.

Both of us gawked at my exposed breasts. “Oh shit!” Sean exclaimed, his hands held high as if he wanted to help, but had no clue how to. What the shit was with today? Had someone cursed me—was it the woman at the dress shop I'd been rude to?

Wrapping my arms around my chest, I crouched, lifting the dress enough to hide my ass. At least my panties were cute. "Don't look!" I shouted, mortified.

"I'm not!" Sean spun around, deliberately not looking in my direction. That made me feel a little worse. Was I not his type? Shouldn't he be peeking, at least?

His eyes were shut so tight, his forehead was turning a different color. I grabbed the bust of the cocktail dress and shimmied it back over my chest. I was ready to give up on the world and go join some celibate covenant.

Maybe he sensed my mood, because he turned enough to glance my way. "I really didn't look."

"I believe you," I chuckled sourly.

With nothing but awkward air between us, I started to squeeze past him. I misjudged the space, bumping into him roughly while he was hiding his gaze from me. Gasping, I started to stumble, our ankles scissoring.

As if he was worried I was about to fall, Sean threw his hands out to grab me.

His palm landed perfectly on my ass.

On pure instinct, I whirled around and slapped him. The noise shattered the silence, my palm vibrating from the stinging impact. "Fuck!" Sean grunted, cupping his cheek and gawking at me.

Oh, shit. I just slapped my dream guy.
I'd thought today couldn't get worse. I'd been wrong.

His eyes were huge; shocked. My face had to be pure white. Impossibly, his stunned look slowly curled into the most adorable smile since the invention of smiles. He laughed and said, “You’ve got quite an arm there.” He rubbed his chin and laughed again.

The sound was as sweet as the music I'd heard him play over the years. No, it was sweeter.

I was too lost to respond. He took my hand, his grip like velvet wrapped around metal. “What's your secret to muscles like these? I didn't think you had time to work out, Brenda.”

I gaped down at our linked fingers. "What do you mean?"

Shrugging, he didn't release me. "Whenever I watch you, you're always running around, super busy-like."

When he watches me?
We'd been around each other many times, but I'd thought it was me who was always watching
him.

He kept holding my hand. His smile faded just a bit and those eyes fixed on me like they'd finally focused, like I wasn't some background fixture. I saw his throat ripple as he swallowed.

We were standing there in a hotel bathroom—me holding up a busted dress I'd paid too much for, him gripping my hand like I might vanish—and I had a feeling my legs no longer worked.
Is this really happening?
I wondered.

His hand slid off my shoulder and to my collarbone. He was traveling towards my neck, and when he got there, he brushed along my jaw as if my skin was as fragile as powdered sugar.

I wet my lips. Speaking is hard when your mouth is stuck half-open like a fish. "What are you doing?" I asked him.

Sean worked his way behind my ear, winding his steel hold into my hair. “When we were dancing tonight, I wanted to tell you something."

I couldn't fucking blink. "What?"

"Brenda, earlier you were so—no, not just earlier. You've always been..."

What?
I asked myself desperately.
Dammit, spit it out! I’m what?

His grin lifted up high until I could see his upper row of pristine teeth. “You’re beautiful.”

The dress fell to my ankles. That time, when he didn't look at my chest and kept staring into my wide eyes, I wasn't offended. Lunging forward, I closed my lips on his and tasted what I'd dreamt about for years.

I didn’t let go. I didn’t withdraw. I refused to stop kissing him because if I did, I might wake up. He settled around me, his arms wrapping over my shoulders as he pulled me in. My sensitive skin scraped over his cotton shirt; I felt every single fiber. He held me close and dammit, no one had ever smelled so perfect.

I opened my eyes, practically drunk on delight. I'd started to smile like a brainless fool.

There was a twinkle of mischief in his smirk. Sean snatched me up, carrying me into the main room and pushing me hard against the wall. The material shook—I wondered if anyone had heard it or my shocked squeal.

His soft, gentle kisses morphed into rougher, needy things. I pushed off the wall and kissed him back, determined to get as much of him as I could. I wanted him to see I could keep up with him. Whatever was going on here, I wasn't going to ruin it by shying away.

Besides... I was as eager as he was.

Grinding his hips on my bare leg, Sean groaned through his teeth. His hard-on burrowed into me, firm enough to leave a bruise. "Do you feel that?" he asked, guiding my hand down to the shape of his cock. "You've got me so damn
hard."

Heat jumped between my thighs. I was glad I was wearing black panties—the one bit of clothing I had left on—since my wet spot would be less obvious. "Fuck, you're big," I chuckled nervously. Gliding my palm along his sweatpants, I explored his thick size.

He leaned in and kissed me again, this time on the side of my cheek. He moved down my jaw, curling down my neck, sending electric surges of delight all over my body. A tiny moan escaped me; I slapped a hand over my mouth. He either didn’t notice or didn’t care because he spent too much time at my neckline, still driving me mad.

I felt his hand on my leg and glanced down.
Sweet mercy, yes.
The visual of his lust-filled eyes gazing up at me from between my thighs caused me to tremble. His teeth raked down my skin to my knee—when I jumped, he grabbed my ankles and spread me wide.

"Stay," he commanded.

As if I could do anything else.

Nuzzling the inside of my knee, he stretched out on the bed and lowered his mouth to my hip. Nipping the black satin, he worked my panties down—the air cool over my hyper-sensitive swollen pussy.

Sean hissed and I felt the air move. "I've never seen such a perfect little pussy."

Blushing like a virgin, I dug my fingers into the expensive hotel blankets. His tongue flattened over my clit, stroking it lazily. Realizing he was taking his time had the opposite effect on me.

Flaring with sharp arousal, I shuddered. "Sean, that's amazing. I can't... fuck." I was babbling—my calm exterior had been failing me all day but this? I was a frazzled mess. My mouth opened in a silent scream. I started to sit up as my body tightened, my eyes scrunching as my head rolled back. The slightest whimper drifted off my lips.

I was so out of breath I was seeing spots. My entire brain was just nothing but a cloud of lust
.
His fingers wriggled, spreading my pussy as they reached where his tongue couldn't. I grabbed the comforter with my right hand and slapped frantically with my left. I bet I looked like I was holding my breath, maybe because I was.

With some vigorous strokes, Sean made my pussy tingle. I strangled his fingers, coming violently—my muscle fibers straining to keep me together at the seams. "Ah! Sean, I'm coming! I'm—ah, ah!"

“Wow,” he breathed out, his voice shaking. His fingertips caressed my inner roof, his thumb strumming my clit like he was playing guitar. “Don’t tell me you’re spent,” he teased.

Cracking my first smile since he'd kissed me, I laughed weakly. “Not on your life." I reached for him. My palm mauled his shirt, exploring his hard muscles underneath. I couldn’t count the times I’d wanted to touch him, to sense the warmth of his body.

Sean took my cue and peeled his shirt away. I'd never seen him shirtless before. His skin was the color of cinnamon sprinkled on a latte, his ink elegant where it splashed color over his body. I didn't see any scars, but there was a mole on his thigh. I wanted to kiss that perfect little jewel.

Burying his thumbs in his pants, he slid the cotton material easily down his legs. His cock sprang out from his red briefs, the thin material showing off his fat tip. The sight of it made my insides thrum. My pussy clenched; painfully empty.

He kissed me again, I tasted my own tang on his lips. His arms braced on either side of my head, two marble columns that stretched up to the heaven that was his handsome face.

Strands of his dark hair fringed his jaw. I brushed them away, lingering on his skin. We watched each other—tried to read each other’s thoughts. Thinking about how this was happening made me wonder too much about the
why.

A dot of sweat fell from his chin. "Brenda? You okay?"

I flicked my eyes to his mouth, then back up. "Is this really alright?"

He didn't make me expand on what
this
was. He already knew. "When is sex ever wrong?"

Smiling softly, I rolled my thumb to his earlobe, then over to his eyebrow piercing. "You never gave me the time of day before."

Sean flinched. "What? I didn't think you wanted me to. You were always so busy, I thought if you were into me you'd show it."

My laugh was strangled. "I thought it was obvious that I liked you!"

"You're joking. How the hell was I supposed to know a hot woman like you with all her shit together liked me? Me, of all people?"

Now, I was really laughing. The noise hurt me when it came up, bitterness coating my mouth. A few tears welled at the corners of my eyes; he wiped them away before I could.

He sat back, asking, "Brenda? What is it?"

"I'm such a moron," I sniffled, my smile hurting my face. "All this time, I thought I'd made it obvious I was into you. And you're saying I didn't. What sort of woman with her "shit together" messes that up?"

Circling my wrist, he pressed my palm back to his jaw. The blue in his eyes was as serious as a hurricane on the loose. I couldn't escape it—my laughter died abruptly. He whispered, "The kind of woman who can reign in a band like the Headstones. That can strut around in heels on the most busted ass stage and never lose her poise. And the kind that after years of working on the edges of my world while I missed every signal, still gives me a chance like this."

His kiss tasted like a promise—like the severity and silliness of a pinky swear. Sean swirled his tongue with mine, making me thrill. My breathing was high in my throat.

Reaching between us, he fiddled with something. The heavy, hot heat of his cock pressed on my belly. "Let me get a condom," he said huskily.

I grabbed for him, guiding him towards my soaked thighs. "I'm on the pill. Don't you dare try to walk away from this."

He bared his teeth and moaned. "Fuck, your hand feels incredible."

Smiling sideways, I jerked at his rigid shaft. Each little desperate sound he made turned me on further. "Yeah? You like that?"

Focusing on me, he flashed a crooked smirk. "You said you're on the pill?"

I nodded.

"Good." He snatched my hands, pushing them into the pillows over my head. "I'm about to fill this cute pussy with so much come you'll be feeling it inside of you for weeks."

Fuck
he was filthy—I loved it. He fondled my ass cheeks, spreading me while he fed his cock patiently into me. My pussy hugged him, straining under his girth. It wasn't just that he was massive, it had been forever since I'd gotten laid. I was surprised there weren't cobwebs down there when he was eating me out.

Groaning obscenely, I shut my eyes. On and on he slid into me, scraping the ridge of his cock-head along my walls. Each inch I took, another followed. My clit was engorged; the pressure of his abdominals grinded on the sensitive nub.

An orgasm threatened to shake me to my roots, and he hadn't even finished entering me! Sean grabbed my chin, whispering, "Look at me." I did. I didn't consider disobeying. I was so used to being in control, and here, finally, someone else was happy to take the reins. "Watch me as I fuck you. I want to see you
seeing me
drive you wild."

Swallowing, I wrapped my arms around his neck. His hair was soft; damp from sweat. Sean Cooper had struck me as a man with a hard edge, but this was way beyond even my darkest fantasies.

I fucking loved it.

Together we shuddered—he'd finally sank to the root. His balls tickled my ass cheeks, and I felt them vanish as he withdrew. Hooking his arms under my knees, he changed his angle. I'd never witnessed such a sexy and terrible smile.

Bracing himself, Sean slammed his cock deep.

"Ah!" I gasped. He didn't let me catch myself, he withdrew again, the meaty sound of his cock filling up my soaked pussy loud in the hotel room. He fucked me like it was his mission. He was wound up in his desire to make me come, or to come in me, or maybe both.

Panting, I held on tight. I wasn't passive, though; I thrust back to meet each of his strokes. The pressure of orgasm was threatening me, and I knew I was going to come, knew it long before it rippled through my core.

Grunting, he stared me down—dared me to blink. Instead, I kissed him hard, letting him feel my tongue as it went numb with the rest of my senses. I came with my knees shaking, embracing him with my arms and my pussy.

He didn't ask me if I was done. He was finished with talking. Sean drove into me frantically, his cock swelling, twitching with warning. Teeth nipped my ear; he froze up, nothing moving but his dick as it jerked in me.