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

by Terri Anne Browning

  Sometime later, he pulled up in front of a gated mansion and punched in a code that had the gates opening automatically. Moments later, he was parked in front of a house ten times bigger than the beach house. I frowned up at the monstrous sized house. “Jesse, who lives here?”

  “A friend of mine. He’s out of the country right now.” He reached for me, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pulled me close. “I want to make love to you, Layla. Not in some hotel room…and not in my room at the beach house. Not this first time.” His lips grazed across mine tenderly. “Say no and I will take you home. It’s your choice…but I’m praying that you won’t say no.”

  He knew what my answer was. He had known it on Tuesday when he asked me out for tonight. I wanted him too much to say no. “Your friend won’t mind us being here while he’s gone?”

  “No. I’ve never done this before, but I’ve always had an open invitation. Tom is cool with it.” He pulled the keys from the ignition and lifted a key from it that had a skull on the base. “When we first got to LA more than ten years ago, we stayed with Tom for a while. He’s like the dad none of us ever had, but don’t ever tell him that. He has this thing about being called dad.”

  I grinned at him. “My lips are sealed.” He dropped a quick, hard kiss on my lips and then got out. Before I could even think to follow him, he was around the hood and opening my door. Jesse pulled me out, and we practically ran up the steps to the house.

  He fumbled with the lock for a minute before it unlocked. It was dark inside, but Jesse seemed to know the layout of the place well because he didn’t even bother to turn on a light as he shut the door behind us, made sure it was locked, and pulled me toward the stairs. “No one’s here,” he told me. “No even the housekeeper. When Tom’s overseas, he gives her paid vacations. She’s the happiest housekeeper in the state. Don’t tell Em I told you that.”

  I laughed. “It’s alright. I’m sure that in a few minutes I’ll be the happiest housekeeper in the state.”

  “Oh, fuck yeah.” He stopped halfway up the stairs and pressed me against the wall. His dick flexed against me. “I can promise you that much, baby.”

  With trembling fingers I pushed him away. “We need a bed, Jesse. Right now.”

  His eyes turned dark and animalistic. He growled low in his throat as he lifted me over his shoulder. I screamed, laughing as he carried me fireman style up the rest of the stairs and down a long hallway. At the end of the hall he opened a door, and moments later I was flying as he tossed me into the middle of a king sized bed. A small lamp came on beside of the bed, and I didn’t bother to look around the room as he practically tore his shirt off and crawled toward me.

  In the dim lighting, he looked more animal than man, and it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. His muscles flexed with every move he made toward me, and I found myself panting with desperate need for him. “I’ve never been this turned on in my life,” I told him quietly. “And you haven’t even touched me yet.”

  He stopped when he was between my spread thighs. “I’m pretty far gone, Layla. The first time might not be perfect. But I swear to God, I’ll make it up to you.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Baby, you could breathe on my clit and I would come right now. Don’t worry about me.” I sat up and pulled my top over my head. He sucked in a loud breath when he saw my zebra print bra and the way my nipples pressed against it. When I reached my arms behind me to undo the clasp, he stopped me.

  “Let me.” Instead of reaching for my bra, he lowered his head and kissed me. He tasted of the beer we had drank before leaving the bar, but I could still taste the powerfully addictive taste that was completely Jesse underneath. Any buzz I had had early had disappeared on the drive here, but with that innocent taste of him, I was drunk on Jesse.

  I sucked his tongue into my mouth, keeping it hostage as I got my fill of him. But it was a mistake. I didn’t think I could ever get enough of this man’s taste. I barely noticed when his fingers pulled down the straps of my bra I was so lost in our kiss. Cool air caressed my already hard nipples as they were exposed, making them throb as his chest pressed into mine. I let my fingernails rake over his smooth head, loving the feel of his soft skin under my fingertips.

  “Did I ever tell you that bald guys are my kryptonite?” I breathed against his ear while he trailed kisses down my neck.

  I felt him grin against my collar bone. “No… Did I ever tell you that you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen?” He raised his head, the smile gone. “Because you are, Layla.”

  My heart melted, turned to goo in my chest as I looked up at him through my lashes. “I didn’t take you as the romantic type, rock star.”

  “There’s a first time for everything, baby.” He winked as he reached behind me and undid my bra with barely any movement of his fingers.

  The cups of my bra fell forward, leaving me naked from the waist up. His already dark eyes turned almost black as he took in the little hoops through each of my nipples. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he muttered.

  When he just continued to stare down at me, eating up the sight of my breasts while I ached for his touch, I cupped one of my breast in my hand. My fingers tugged on the little silver hoop, and I cried out in pleasure. “Touch me, Jesse,” I whimpered as I cupped my other breast, offering it up to him.

  But he shook his head. “I’m about to come in my jeans, sweetheart. If I touch you I’m going to seriously embarrass myself.”

  His honesty was my undoing. I reached between us and carefully undid his top button and unzipped his fly. “Layla…” He started to protest but I leaned forward and brushed a quick, soft kiss across his lips.

  “Let me take care of you,” I whispered against his lips before pulling back. He was tense, but he let me press him back onto the mattress. He lifted his hips as I tugged at his jeans and didn’t hesitate when I pulled off his socks.

  When he was completely naked, laid bare before me, I had to stop for a moment and take in the glorious sight that was Jesse Thornton. His eyes, still able to fascinate me with their ever changing colors, were even darker now and I wondered how dark they would be when he came for me. There was a tattoo on his left peck, just a small one right over his heart. I hadn’t given it much thought before but now that I could inspect it I saw that it said ‘Emmie’ in delicate cursive. “She is one special girl,” I whispered as I dropped a kiss over the name.

  “She’s the first girl to ever love me unconditionally.” Jesse told me, as if he was explaining something important to me.

  “Then she’s the smartest girl I’ve ever met.” As soon as the words left my mouth I bit my lip. I needed to shut up, and now. I was feeling way too emotional about this man, and I needed to get away from all the softer feelings I was having. Time to get this back to what it really was.

  My gaze quickly moved from his chest, down that hard angled stomach and finally lower…

  “Fuck!” I couldn’t help but exclaim when I saw his dick for the first time. I had been keeping my eyes from that part of his body on purpose until now, but I wished I had looked there first.

  Never had I thought of the male genitalia as beautiful before, but this man was perfection. It lifted from his groin proudly, and I had to ball my hands into fists to keep from reaching out to touch it instantly. He was long, longer than I have ever seen, and thick. I doubted both my hands would completely circle his engorged shaft. For just a second I was nervous, because I knew that it wasn’t going to be easy to take him the first time.

  As I continued to look down at his cock, with the bulging veins and mushroomed head, a tear leaked from the tip. I was unable to continue to sit there and not touch him. I grasped the base with both hands. It was silk poured over hot steel. I stroked my hands up until more of his pre-cum leaked from the tip and lowered my head to lick away the evidence of his need for me.

  Jesse tensed even more under me. His hands clenching in the comforter under him. “You’re fucking killing me!” he cried out.
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  I felt powerful. This man, who had been with countless other women, was mine right now. I held the key to his pleasure, at least for the moment, and I was going to wield my power to its full potential.

  My tongue swirled around the head. Once. Twice. The third time I took him as far as I could into my mouth and whimpered as he hit the back of my throat. His taste burst on my tongue making me moan at the delicious musky flavor. His wide girth stretched my mouth, and I had to take a second to get the rhythm perfect so that I would be able to breathe through my nose.

  Jesse’s fingers tangled in my hair, tugging at the roots while he cursed. “I fucking love your mouth!” he cried out. I looked up at him through my lashes on each upward movement. He held my hair to the side so that he could watch.

  “Do you like sucking my dick, Layla?” he demanded.

  I moaned my answer, the vibrations from the small noise making his eyes roll back in his head. I cupped his balls, tugging on them gently to extend the pleasure, keeping him from coming when I felt them tighten up. I took him deeper, his head going down the back of my throat with each thrust into my mouth. Still I wasn’t taking all of him and I used my free hand to stroke him.

  “Fuck!” he roared and I felt the first jet of semen as it gushed down my throat. I gripped his dick with both hands, stroking him through his orgasm while I swallowed every drop of his hot come. “Oh, fuck!” he cried again and tried to tug my head away, but I was greedy and wanted ever last drop he could give me.

  When I had swallowed the last of it, I still sucked on him. He hadn’t gotten soft and I thrilled at his ability to go again.

  “Enough!” He pulled me away, and I fell onto the bed beside of him, reaching for my belt.

  I kicked the boots off, and they went flying across the room somewhere. When the belt was undone, I shimmed out of the jeans, taking the panties with them. I was soaking wet. The scent of my arousal hitting me as soon as my pants were down. Jesse groaned, turning onto his side and propping his head in his hand so he could look down at me.

  “You smell amazing.” He growled, his free hand cupping my pussy. His thumb skimmed across my clit. “You’re dripping for me.”

  “Yes.” I was just able to answer him, my breaths coming in choppy little pants. I arched my hips up, silently begging him to touch me again.

  He didn’t make me wait. Jesse got up on his knees and moved between my spread thighs. His cock, still damp from my mouth swayed back and forward with each movement and I found myself wanting to taste him again. All thoughts of his cock vanished when he spread the outer lips of my pussy to get a better look at my clit.

  “I love your pussy,” he murmured. While he kept my lips spread with the fingers of one hand, he used the other to skim over my throbbing clit.

  My entire body jerked when he flicked at the ball of nerves. “Like that?” he questioned, and I couldn’t do anything more than nod. I licked my lips, anticipating his next move. Catching the tender flesh between his thumb and forefinger, he twisted it to the left, and I cried out in sweet agony. When he twisted it back to the right, I begged him to finish me. “Not until I get a taste of that sweet smelling pussy,” he growled.

  I wasn’t going to survive this night! I was sure of it. When his tongue touched my clit, my back arched off the bed, and I thought I was going to break in two from the force behind the pleasure. Strong hands gripped my hips, holding me still while he sucked my clit into his mouth, making little popping sounds each time he let it go and then sucking it back in.

  Tears poured from my eyes. “Feels so good,” I sobbed.

  “Best tasting pussy I’ve ever had,” he muttered as he thrust a finger inside of me while he continued to kill me slowly with his tongue.

  “Ah. Ah. Ah.” My head tossed from side to side, while I tried to press my pussy down harder on his sucking mouth. “Please! Ah!”

  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 never 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.

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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.