The Rocker That Savors Me (The Rocker...) (16 page)

Another finger joined the first and he thrust them in and out hard, but not fast like I so desperately needed. “Going to make you come so fucking hard, baby,” Jesse promised. “You taste so sweet.”

“
Oh…Oh!” I couldn’t take much more. I was going out of my mind, hanging so close to the edge of an orgasm that was going to be harder than any I had ever experienced before. “Ah!” I twisted the piercings in my nipples trying to push myself over the edge.

“I know.” He bit my clit, making me beg for more. “I know it feels so good that you don’t want it to end
, but I swear to you, sweet Layla, as soon as you come for me I will take you. I will shove my dick in you and fuck you as hard as you want.”

His words pulled me down off the edge. I screamed his name over and over again, my fingers sliding over his head to hold him against my gushing pussy while he lapped up every drop of cream that flowed from me. When my inner muscles stopped their relentless spasms
, he raised his head, a few drops of my come clinging to his lips.

I watched in complete and utter fascination, my breaths coming in shallow pants, as he licked it away. His dark eyes closed, savoring the taste of me on his wicked tongue. It was so incredibly sexy to witness
, and even though I had just had the most powerful orgasm of my life, I burned for him again.

“You promised
,” I whimpered, and his eyes snapped open. “Jess, I need you.”

Muttering a curse
, he reached for his jeans and pulled his wallet from the back pocket. His fingers were actually trembling as he ripped open the condom wrapper and rolled it over his thick tip. He pressed the head of his dick against my still quivering pussy, and I felt a moment of nervous excitement as he slowly entered me.

He was so thick that he stretched my inner muscles. I
had never felt so full. It burned, but there was no real pain. When he was half way in, he had to stop, sweat beading on his forehead and upper lip. “Damn, you are so fucking tight.”

I swallowed hard. “It’s been a while for me.”

“Ah, shit!” He closed his eyes, gently rocking back and forward until he was completely in me. “Baby, I’m a wreck! I am going to destroy your beautiful pussy. I can’t stop myself.”

“Do it
,” I begged. “I need you to fuck me hard.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. Jesse pushed my thighs together and back until my knees touched my
chest. Our gazes met and locked as he started pounding into me. It was fast, hard, and the best I’d ever had. My pussy began to gush with each thrust as I came again and again.

“I’m losing my mind!”
he cried, still holding my gaze. I felt that if we didn’t watch each other’s eyes, we would lose each other along the way. “It has never been like this before, Layla.”

I nodded. “For me either
,” I assured him, gasping for air as he continued to pound into me.

“Oh GOD!”
He stopped. Just completely stopped, and I was scared something was wrong with him.

“Jesse?” I pushed up onto my elbows. He was still hard inside of me. His breathing was erratic
, and his eyes were almost scary they were so black. “Jesse, baby, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing
,” he whispered. Those strong hands of his grasped my hips and lifted me. He was still inside of me, and I wrapped my legs around his lean waist so I wouldn’t lose our connection. “It just felt wrong to be fucking you when what I need to do is make love to you.” He held onto me tight as he thrust up into me.

It was earth shattering how fast he had went from fucking my brains out, to slow and easy love making. The night was full of firsts, because I had ne
ver made love like this before, with Jesse still on his knees and me wrapped around him. It showed me just how strong he was, the way he was taking my weight and his own while he slid in and out of me like this. But it was no less mind-blowing the way he was making me come apart for him.

I buried my face in his neck
, softly crying as he pushed me over into another orgasm. My inner muscles clamped around him for what felt like the hundredth time, but he was still rock hard. The pleasure we were having in each other’s arms was not something that everyone got to experience. This was special.

It felt as if our souls were coming together with each tender thrust.

It was scary as hell!

But it was a good scary
, like being on the top of a rollercoaster just as it went over into that big plunge: your stomach is all full of nervous anxiety, but your adrenaline is pumping and your heart is almost carefree…

“Layla
,” he whispered, his breath coming in short little pants. “Layla look at me,” Jesse commanded.

I raised my head. My hair was all over the place
, tangled and in my face, sticking to his damp chest. I tossed it out of my face so that I could see him better. Sweat poured from his face, glistened on his smooth head. “Jess…”

“Tell me
,” he commanded.

I looked away
, knowing instinctively what he wanted me to say, but I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. Emotion clogged my throat. It wasn’t possible to feel that deeply this soon. It was crazy to even think it could happen! Not with a rocker! Not with a rocker!

Not with a rocker!

“Please, Layla,” he whispered. “I need to hear you say it. I want those words to be on your sweet lips when I come.”

“I can’t.” I shook my head. “This is crazy.”

“I know, baby. I know. It’s crazy, and scary, but it’s also the best thing I’ve ever felt. I don’t know if it’s just because of how amazing we are together in bed, but I don’t care. I feel the same way. Please, say the words!”

He hadn’t increased his speed, but I could feel my inner muscles quickening once more. My nipples grazed across his chest with each upward thrust
, pushing me higher. “Jess…” I licked my lips, a sure sign that I was close. “Oh God!”

“Say it
,” he pleaded, a vein sticking out in his neck. He was barely hanging on.

“If I say it will you fuck me hard?” I cried.

“No. Not this time.” His fingers dug into my hips, fighting his release, but he didn’t stop moving inside of me.

“I…” I couldn’t hold back any longer. I felt my desire bursting forward, my
cream pooling and dripping down his dick, over his balls. I tossed my head back and cried out. “I love you!”

“Love you too
,” he gritted out as he emptied inside of me.

Jesse

We fell onto the bed
, both of us out of breath and panting hard. The complete contentment I felt at her words, followed by the most incredible orgasm I have ever experienced, left me feeling carefree. I could have floated I felt so good just then.

Layla lay under me, her breathing just as
frenzied as my own. We were covered in sweat and come, but I didn’t care. I wanted to bask in this feeling for as long as possible, but I was heavy, so I rolled to my side, taking her with me. One leg wrapped around both of hers, her head tucked under my chin and my semi-hard dick still inside of her tight little pussy…I could have happily died then and there.

We lay like that for a long while. I felt her breathing even out, but knew she hadn’t fallen asleep. It was enough just to hold each other for now
, and I didn’t want to sleep through a second of it any more than she did.

“Tell me something no one else knows
,” she whispered sometime later.

I kissed the top of her head. “I don’t think there’s anything about me that Em doesn’t know.”

She pulled back, her brow raised at my confession. “Really?”

I shrugged. “She knows us all inside and out. She knows all my secrets just as she knows all of Drake’s, Shane’s, and Nik’s.” My fingers lazily trailed up and down her bare back. “That probably sounds nuts…”

Layla shook her head. “No. That sounds… It must be nice to have someone that you trust that much. With every little secret, ever dirty deed. I envy you.”

I pulled back, propping my head up on my hand so that I could look down at the woman who had snuck into my heart way too quickly. I knew nothing about her, but I was determined to rectify that before the end of the night. “You don’t have someone you can confide in?” She shook her head. “Not even Lana?”

She grimaced. “Lana is the last person I would confide all my dark deeds to. I want her to be untouched by all the things that I’ve done in the past.”

“Then tell them to me
,” I urged. “Confide them in me. I won’t judge you. Not after the life I’ve lived.”

With a thoughtful frown
, she turned onto her stomach, resting her chin on her crossed arms. “My life hasn’t been pretty.”

Unable to keep from touching her
, I reached over and stroked my fingers through her long cinnamon colored hair. “I don’t care about that. Tell me your secrets.”

She turned her head so that she was looking at me. “Okay.” Her little pink tongue came out and moistened her bottom lip. I was transfixed for a moment, watching that wicked appendage disappear back into
her hot mouth. “My mother tossed me out when I was sixteen,” she told me. “She found her current sugar daddy in bed with me.”

I didn’t even blink at that, although the thought of her being thrown out by her mother at such a young age made my anger rise. “Go on.”

She seemed surprised that I wasn’t casting any kind of judgment or asking questions. “I didn’t have anywhere to go, so I ended up in a shelter for a few weeks.” Shame darkened her eyes, burned in her pretty cheeks. “I had to quit school. No one would hire me, a teenager who was a high school drop out.”

“That must have been rough
,” I murmured, continuing to stroke her hair.

Layla nodded. “It was.
At first. Until I met Zeke.” A small smile lifted the corner of her sinful mouth. “It was raining and I was riding the bus to stay warm and dry. He got on just outside of Sunset and dropped down on the bench beside of me…” She sighed. “He scared the hell out of me. All those tattoos and piercings.” She raised her head, scratching her nose. “But he was the first person that was nice to me that day. He had a sack full of fast food and I guess he could hear my stomach growling. I hadn’t eaten in two days…” She grimaced and I had to force my fingers not to tangle in her hair. The thought of her hungry…I couldn’t stand that. I had witnessed a hungry Emmie far too often when she was a kid. Layla being hungry…It hurt even worse than the memories of Emmie!

“He gave me the whole bag. It was full of burgers and fries. They were his dinner, but Zeke gave it all to me without saying a word about it.”

A lump formed in my throat, and I wanted to meet this Zeke guy, to shake his hand and thank him for taking care of my Layla. “He sounds like a good guy.” I managed in a croaky voice.

Her smile grew slightly bigger. “He was. I was a complete stranger to him.
Could have been any type of person. But he fed me then took me home with him. He had an extra room since his roommate had moved to Boston. Even though he scared me, I still felt safer with him than going back to the shelter.”

She was quiet for a minute, and then blew out a long sigh. “Zeke owned a tattoo parlor and gave me a job. I answered the phones, kept the place clean. It wasn’t much, but at least I had a little money coming in
, and I didn’t feel like I was mooching off him.”

“Is that how you got the piercings and the tattoos?” I loved her tattoos
: the snake that wrapped around her right leg starting at her ankle and ended about half way up her thigh; the Celtic knots on each wrist; the little humming bird on her left shoulder blade; the crossed lightning bolts on the back of her neck. But I really liked the little she devil on her right pubic bone, all red and sexy.

“Zeke had an apprentice. No one would let him work on them until they could see what he could do. I was his masterpiece.” She gave me a little smirk that lit up her chocolate eyes. “I made him pay
me, of course.”

I grinned.
“Of course.”

“Zeke kept me out of trouble.
Helped me get my GED so that I could get a better job. But I was busting my ass at two different jobs and still not able to keep my head above water.” Her eyes turned stormy, troubled. “Zeke fell in love with some guy from Miami and moved away…and I found myself stripping.”

That surprised me. I hadn’t expected that at all
, but it didn’t matter to me. So what if she had been a stripper? It wasn’t like she was whoring herself out. “How did that go?” I asked.

She shrugged. “It went really well. I was able to pay my bills and keep food in my fridge. I saved up enough and bought my Corolla. Life wasn’t easy, but it was getting
better.”

I nodded, understanding what she meant. “When did Lana and Lucy come on
to the scene?”

“Two years ago. Social services called me out of the blue and asked me if I was willing to take in my two sisters, since our mother had been killed in a car accident. At first I thought she had the wrong number. When I left, it was only Lana…I tried to keep in touch with her, but our mother wouldn’t let me
, so Lucy came as a complete surprise to me.”