Rock Me Deeper (Licks Of Leather Book 5)

by Jenna Jacob

  Of course, that was then.

  Being with Syd now, I couldn’t afford to think past this minute, hour, or day. All I could do was bask in the euphoric serenity of feeling completely alive and home again in his arms.

  “I know, baby…I know.” All traces of playfulness had evaporated, replaced by raw, impatient hunger reflecting in his erotic, half-lidded stare. “I’m dying to find out the very same thing. Dying to drag my tongue up your slick, hot center. Dying to stab deep inside your tight pussy. Dying to feel and hear you explode all over my face. And dying to squeeze inside your silky cunt, fill and stretch you while your tight walls are still clutching and pulsating while your juice is still sizzling over my tongue.”

  Holy mother of…

  The lurid dirty words pouring off his tongue were definitely a side of Syd I’d never seen before. And lord help me, it flipped switches I didn’t even know existed. The images painting my mind turned my legs to rubber and I flopped down on the bed. Eye level with his glorious fat cock, I stared in awe as Syd’s fist glided up and down his thick shaft. My lips parted on their own as clear beads of pre-come bloomed atop his blunt crest before spilling over and drizzling down his busy fingers.

  “Lie back, angel. I’m going first.”

  “I thought ladies always got to go first.”

  “You’ll always shatter first, that much I can promise,” he said, kneeling down beside the edge of the bed.

  Heart tripping and mind spinning, I fell back on the bed, bit my lip, and closed my eyes. Syd’s strong hands took command of my thighs and spread me open. Completely exposed to him again after so long, I couldn’t help but feel a bit shy and slightly embarrassed.

  Would making love with him again be a shower of fireworks and blinding bliss like before? Or was I building this moment up only to be hugely disappointed? No. Though I wasn’t sure why, the connection between us felt deeper and far more combustible than when we were young.

  Syd’s wet breath wafted over my pulsating core, and suddenly reason didn’t matter.

  “Mmm,” he moaned. “Yours is still the pinkest, prettiest, juiciest pussy on the planet, angel.”

  His heated breath lapped at my sweltering center, keeping time and intensifying the fire licking my spine. With a groan, I anchored my fists in the sheet, rolled my hips, and spread my legs wider.

  “You anxious to feel my tongue?”

  I knew his question was rhetorical. Knew he was simply taunting me, driving my need to impossible heights. Lifting my head, I found Syd sensually poised above my cleft.

  “Yes,” I hissed. “Enough talking. Enough waiting. I need your mouth on me. Now.”

  Like fierce and ominous thunder clouds, demand rolled over his face. He wasn’t just going to fuck me; he was going to destroy me. With his gaze locked on my weeping core, Syd parted my swollen lips wider, spreading me open like a ripe plum. I watched as he slowly, deliberately extended his tongue and leaned in closer.

  The breath caught in my throat when he lifted his heavy lids and stared up at me with searing hunger, then lashed my folds with his wet tip. I jolted as splinters of electricity spread from my core to the tips of my fingers and toes. With an approving moan, Syd traced slow circles all around my quivering slit.

  The bristly scruff framing his jaw scraped the insides of my thighs, sending sparks of fireworks sputtering over my flesh. A pitiful whimper escaped my lips as Syd pressed his tongue flat and dragged it up my center. When he began swirling and batting at my clit, I tossed my head back and dissolved against the mattress.

  This was a totally different kind of bliss than what we’d shared in the past.

  Syd was drowning me in a uniquely new and spine-bending type of ecstasy I had never experienced or dreamed possible.

  I was lost in the reverent strokes of his tongue, spellbinding scraped of his teeth, and coaxing suction of his wicked lips, and he glided one, then two fingers into my needy core. My walls clutched, sucked, and fluttered around his magical digits as he strummed the secret bundle of nerves deep inside my core. Incoherent babble and pitiful whimpers leaked from my lips as he continued his relentless assault. The lewd and filthy words, wrapped in praise and awe, rolling off Syd’s tongue, thrust me to the fringes of oblivion.

  Urgency mounted and hummed through my system, as my keening cries of desperation echoed off the walls. Syd’s demanding fingers, tongue, lips, and teeth were unraveling me by the second, and as a familiar numbness engulfed my tingling limbs, I knew I was coming apart at the seams.

  Cresting the top of the tsunami building within, I was at the cusp of falling into the thundering waves when Syd lifted his suckling lips from my clit and eased his wiggling fingers from my pussy.

  “No,” I mewled in frustration and confusion. Body screaming and throbbing for completion, I lifted my head. Blinking down at him as he licked my glistening juices from his swollen lips, I wailed his name.

  “I’m sorry, angel.” He sighed contritely as he moved off the bed and strode to the dresser.

  Tendrils of ice-cold rejection weaved within the blistering demand pulsating my system. “Sorry? Y-you can’t just stop and leave me hanging like this.”

  Syd started and blinked. “Who said anything about leaving?”

  “What are you sorry for?”

  He flashed a crooked grin as he plucked a string of condoms from the drawer and quickly tore one open. Hissing as he rolled the latex down his hard cock, Syd prowled back to the bed.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t keep eating your succulent pussy till you shattered on my face.”

  Lifting my legs, he swung them over the mattress before climbing in between them and wedging my thighs open with his knees.

  “But if I don’t get inside your hot cunt in the next ten seconds, my cock’s going to split wide open.”

  Relief whipped through me so fast I nearly laughed. But I couldn’t even manage a smile as the agony and desperation teeming off his lust-hardened body surrounded me.

  Gripping his cock, Syd began aligning his wide crest to my opening but winced when he tried to support his weight with his sore arm. Glancing at the smooth wooden headboard, he reached up to support himself but hissed out a curse instead. Frustration crawled across his face as he tried yet another position, only to abandon it as well.

  “Lie down,” I instructed, rolling off the bed. “Let me be on top.”

  I hoped Syd wouldn’t negate my suggestion. After all, when we were young, we rolled around and often ended up in that same position. Thankfully, he didn’t and stretched out on the mattress. Then he gripped the base of his cock, holding his thick saber in place so I could impale myself on him. The sight of his sculpted muscles and the dark brown hair dusting his chest and trailing to the tight curls framing his thick, hard staff, proud, erect, and pointing toward the ceiling, stole my breath.

  Body aching and throbbing, and pussy flowing, I clambered back onto the bed and straddled his narrow hips. Our hot flesh melded together. The heat of his cock nestled between my swollen folds seared me to the bone. Pressing my palms to his sculpted pecs, I lifted to my knees. Then like riding a seesaw, I rubbed my folds up and down his shaft. I used to love teasing and tormenting him like this. Syd had, too. Or at least he’d never complained. It seemed unfathomable that over a decade of time was missing between us, yet at this moment the guilt and pain that had filled those empty years had vanished. We were sharing the same uninhibited splendor that once ruled our world.

  “Caris,” Syd bit out between clenched teeth. “I love the feel of your hot slit bathing my cock, but my patience is fried. The second time around, no problem, but right—”

  “Second time?” I arched a brow. “You’re pretty sure of yourself, stud.”

  As the crooked smile tugged his mouth, my heart sputtered.

  “Second, third, fourth…and if you’re still conscious, fifth.”

  “I’ll be conscious, all right. Question is…will you?”

  “Slide that pretty pussy down on
my cock, and I’ll show you.”

  Syd opened his mouth, but whatever he’d intended to say escaped in a long, low groan as I leaned forward and began easing down over his wide crest.

  Syd’s hips surged upward, and I gasped from the shock and burn of his huge cock filling and stretching my quaking tunnel. I lifted back up and groaned as his wide rim scraped the liquid lining my walls.

  “Oh, baby. You’re so wet. Fuck… You feel like heaven but so much better,” Syd groaned.

  Gripping my hips, he pulled me down, impaling me onto him again.

  A husky cry pealed from my throat as he dragged against my G-spot. Palms pressed to his chest for support, my legs flexed as I lifted up and down. Syd’s fingers bit into my hips as he rocked upward, stealing my breath as he drove every wicked inch deeper. He slid his hands to my ass and cupped my orbs, angling me forward to plunge deeper still.

  He ground out dirty words between clenched teeth as his cock ground against my G-spot. The zapping friction he created sent lighting coalescing to my clit until I couldn’t take it anymore and shoved my fingers between my legs. Strumming my throbbing clit with one hand, I cupped my breast with the other and began pulling and pinching my nipples.

  “That’s it, angel. Tease those beautiful tits while I fill and stretch your silky cunt.”

  I whimpered as the raspy tone spiking his dirty words sailed me higher.

  My tunnel compressed around him like a vise.

  A knowing flicker of delight danced in his eyes.

  Yeah, he knew the dirty things he was saying drove me wild.

  “Does my fat cock feel good stuffed inside you?”

  “Yes,” I groaned.

  Syd continued taunting me with his gruff voice and tawdry words.

  Rocking my hips, I matched his desperate thrusts while frantically strumming my clit.

  “That’s it…ride me. Ride me hard, my gorgeous dirty girl.”

  Body humming in a low vibration of warning, I welcomed the numbness prickling my flesh.

  Welcomed the pressure building, causing my muscles to strain and tense.

  Welcomed the keening cries scratching my throat as the sharp summit swelled and desperation began clawing through me.

  “Syd,” I mewled. “I-I’m…”

  “Come, Caris. Shatter for me, angel.”

  His whiskey-smooth growl fused the fiery friction blistering my senses.

  Strobes of brilliant white light exploded behind my eyes as I sucked in a choppy breath.

  My tunnel seized around his driving shaft, and I screamed Syd’s name as spasms of ecstasy destroyed me from the inside out.

  He bucked his hips ruthlessly, stabbing in and out of my clutching tunnel.

  His rhythm faltered.

  His thrusts grew erratic.

  “Caris!”

  His bellowed cry vibrated me to the core.

  Ripples of pleasure pulsed and sizzled as his cock expanded and he followed me over.

  Releasing my ass, Syd sat up and slid his arm up my spine. Cupping my nape, he dragged me down, meshing me against his sweat-soaked chest. I rested my head on his uninjured shoulder and slung my boneless arms around his chest. We were both panting violently, both jolting, quivering, and jerking from the aftershocks rolling through our bodies.

  “That was…”

  Well, well…the great Sydney Joseph Wilston has been rendered speechless.

  But then, I wasn’t sure I could form a single word or attempt to string a coherent sentence together myself.

  “Amazing,” I whispered, proud of my one-word achievement.

  “You’ve always been amazing, angel. It’s just one of the thousands of reasons I love you.”

  I love you?

  My heart sputtered as butterflies dipped and swooped in my belly.

  He still loves me.

  After everything I’d said, all the guilt and hurt I’d lobbed at him in LA?

  After stealing his money and running away?

  After getting him shot, postponing his tour, and forcing him and his friends to hide out in the middle of Texas…he actually still loved me?

  All those nights I’d sat alone in that jail cell convincing myself I hated Syd, deep down, I’d known it was a lie. Known my anger was born of sadness, rejection, and fear, because I’d never stopped loving him either.

  Time had been powerless to diminish a love that was real and true.

  The kind of love that Syd and I once shared was still alive…very much alive.

  Tears of happiness and redemption stung my eyes.

  I lifted my head and cupped his cheeks.

  “I love you, too,” I whispered as I pressed my lips to his and kissed him with all the love, longing, and passion I’d locked away for far too long.

  Syd cinched a hand in my hair before deepening our unbreakable connection and claimed my heart, mind, body, and soul.

  Chapter 17

  Syd

  When the words I love you slid off my tongue that afternoon in bed, I’d held my breath, terrified of Caris’s reaction. But when she repeated those three little words with such fierce devotion, I’d come alive again…more alive than I’d been in forever.

  We’d spent the rest of that day and night in bed, making love, laughing, and talking, building a bridge that spanned the years we’d been apart. Redeemed ourselves without accusations, apologies, or guilt.

  The days bled into weeks, but I was grateful for each hour I spent with Caris. We were growing closer, closer than we’d been as kids. My shoulder had healed enough that I could play the bass again. We’d even recorded three new songs for our next album. But more importantly, I could make love to Caris now any way I wanted.

  The only obstacle between us was the future.

  I didn’t know if she still believed our lives wouldn’t mesh beyond the snow globe of perfection we’d found at the lodge or if she planned to return to Diamond City once the threat of Zattman had been resolved. I was afraid to ask. Afraid my world would be kicked out from under me.

  Instead, I basked in Caris’s love, laughter, and wicked body while the elephant in the room got bigger, fatter, and more oppressive. But I knew I had to start asking questions soon. It was getting harder and harder to sidestep the enormous beast.

  Mind churning for solutions to my dilemma, I watched the sun sink toward the horizon as I sat on the front porch, drinking beer with the guys. Dustin was riding his red and yellow Big Wheel on the driveway while the girls were inside helping Lucia prepare dinner.

  The aromas wafting through the screen door were making my mouth water. I could hear Quinn talking on the phone in the living room, accompanied by the soft tap of Ava’s fingers across her laptop. Aside from a couple of flights to and from Chicago—under McCoy’s imposing presence—the couple seemed to have adjusted to working remotely.

  “How much longer you think it’ll take the FBI to find that fucknut?” Ross asked in a voice low enough that Dustin couldn’t hear the colorful slur.

  A few nights ago, at our evening update, Quinn informed us that Carl Zattman had failed to show for his pre-trial hearing. The judge didn’t hesitate and seized the prick’s mansion. But when the DA submitted evidence that Zattman had liquidated all his assets and fled the state, the judge issued a federal warrant for his arrest.

  The bastard had vanished, like a fart in the wind.

  I foolishly hoped he was sitting on the beach of some tropical island, sipping mai tais, and wasting his money on hookers. But Zattman wasn’t magnanimous enough to pay for play. He was a malevolent cancer who fed off the pain and suffering of innocent women before disposing of their bodies.

  The scar on my shoulder was proof enough the monster was vengeful. And a constant churning in my gut told me Zattman wasn’t going to disappear without exacting his revenge on Caris first.

  “No clue,” I replied, glancing up at Tony, perched on a tree stand in a tall cedar elm, scanning the property through the high-powered scope of his rifle.


  The wireless security system, intended to provide us a modicum of safety, went balls up when opossums, bats, and other nocturnal creatures kept setting off the alarm.

  McCoy and his men were now taking shifts physically securing the perimeter. In their downtime, they were teaching the ladies how to shoot. After accompanying Quinn and Ava to Chicago the first time, McCoy had returned with a cache of handguns and plenty of ammo for each of us. Cole and Mia were offering basic self-defense maneuvers, in case Zattman discovered our hideout, escaped our bullets, and forced us to engage in hand-to-hand combat.

  I didn’t attend any of their classes. Living on the streets of Detroit, I’d learned how to fight dirty and deadly and wouldn’t hesitate to use my skills. No matter what, the cocksucker would be dead before he laid a finger on Caris or any of our women.

  “Hopefully, we’ll find out soon. I think Quinn’s inside talking to Reed,” Burk announced before taking a long pull of his beer.

  “I’m sure you boys are ready to get back on the road, but I gotta say, I’m enjoying this little vacation.” Walter smirked. “Susan’s honey-do list that’s usually a couple miles long is practically nonexistent here.”

  His comment drew a chuckle from all of us.

  “You’d better not let Mom hear you say that,” Darren warned.

  Walter darted a quick glance toward the door and grinned.

  “What are they making in the kitchen?” Ozzy rubbed his stomach. “I’m starving.”

  “Harmony said we were having tacos and enchiladas.” Ross leaned forward, pinning me with an expectant stare.

  “What?”

  “I said tacos and enchiladas.”

  “I heard you. They smell good. I’m hungry, too.”

  “Tacos,” Ross repeated again.

  “I know. What’s the big deal about tacos?”

  “Nobody move,” Ross warned, dragging out his cell phone before snapping a photo of me. “You all are witnesses.”