Rock Me

by Alla Kar

“You’re so damn beautiful, Sugar,” he whispered, biting the corner of my mouth and then moving to the other side. “Stay with me?”

  I searched his eyes to make sure what he was asking. He was asking what we both already knew the answer to. “You don’t have to ask.”

  He nodded, eyes serious and heated. “I’m going to make love to you now.”

  I grinned. “About time.”

  He cocked an eyebrow, tightened his hands on my ass and tossed me to the mattress. Paxton crawled onto the bed, grabbing my foot and bringing it to his mouth. Oh, goodness.

  With his eyes locked on mine, he slid the metal in his tongue against the soul of my foot. I gasped, my panties immediately drenched. I’d never been kissed there. I had never wanted to be kissed there, but suddenly I couldn’t think of a reason why.

  Cupping my ankle, he bit each one of my toes, sliding his tongue against me until I was shaking. “Paxton,” I moaned.

  He chuckled against my foot, kissing his way up to my parted thighs. “I’m just getting started, Sugar.” Reaching forward, he pressed his fingers against me through my soaked panties.

  “I can feel how wet you are. Goddamn, Missy.” It was more of a growl, and it only made the wet situation down there worse. I was more than wet; I was so ready I had to keep myself from shaking.

  Slowly, he peeled my panties from my hips and yanked them down my ankles. He grabbed my thighs and spread me wide so that he could look at me. Any other time I would have pulled away in shame, but there was nothing keeping me from him. Not even my own insecurities.

  “Mmm,” he moaned, dipping his head to lick me from ass to clit. “So fucking sweet.”

  “Please,” I begged, even though I had no idea what I was begging for.

  I could feel his grin against me, and his hot breath hitting my sex, making me clench. “Please what, baby?”

  Grabbing the sheet below me, I cried out in need.

  Paxton slid one finger inside of me and curled it upward. My back arched, and I bucked against his face, but he steadied me with his other hand. “I’m not finished eating you, baby. Be still.”

  Oh, God. And I did—well I tried. Sitting up to his knees, he grabbed both my thighs and spread me wider still. Bending down, he slowly licked his lips and ate me like a pie eating contest and he couldn’t get enough.

  A heavy pressure built in my lower stomach and suddenly I was shaking against his mouth. “Come for daddy,” he whispered against me. And I was a goner. My hips bucked, my eyes screwed tight and that pressure erupted into something so blissful I couldn’t believe there was more to come.

  “That’s it, Sugar,” he cooed against me, trailing kisses up my torso, pulling the cups of my bra down and sucking me into his hot mouth.

  I gasped for air like I’d been holding my breath. “Paxton,” I cried out because I knew nothing else to say. “God—I—,”

  He nodded. “Shh, baby. Lie back.”

  My wetness was covering his mouth, and he didn’t bother wiping it off before assaulting my mouth with his own. “You taste so sweet. I could eat you all damn day.”

  My throbbing sex clenched, and he knew it. Paxton knew exactly what to say to make me come undone, and I loved every minute of it.

  Kissing my neck, he nuzzled his mouth against me. “I’m going to turn you over now. And you tell me if it’s too deep or not deep enough.” He gripped my chin in his fingers. “If you’re not okay with anything let me know and I’ll stop.”

  I swallowed the nervous lump in my throat. Instead of answering, because I wasn’t sure if I could, I nodded.

  Paxton’s blue eyes darkened. With both hands on my waist he flipped me onto all fours so that I was pressed against his dick.

  It seemed like hours before he moved. His rough fingertips slid down the curve of my ass and then I felt a whoosh of air before he smacked me hard.

  “Oh!”

  He did it again, only this time he pressed the tip of himself against my entrance. I rocked back against him. “Steady,” he mumbled. “I’m not sure how long I’m going to last with you like this.”

  Paxton reached forward and grasped the nape of my neck, slowly lowering me to the bed and pressing my face into the pillow. “Remember. Anything you’re not okay with, just tell me.”

  I nodded.

  And then he pressed into me. With my ass positioned in the air, he slid right in my wetness, filling me up and hitting spots I didn’t know existed.

  I couldn’t even move. Each thrust slid further into me, forcing my legs to shake beneath me. “You’re so goddammit tight. God!” He slammed into me, making me cry out.

  This position was new—hell, it was all new—but it felt like Heaven was pouring down on me. I was completely filled, stretching for his width—length. He began to say my name like a prayer, over and over again, making my legs tremble.

  One hand released my hip and slid down against the crack of my butt until he was—oh! I jolted still and Paxton froze above me.

  His other hand smoothed over my back. “Okay?” he asked, his breath heavy.

  Was it? It felt—good. I nodded slowly. A few seconds later, he began to move again, passing his pace from before and tripling his speed. And when he pressed his thumb even harder against me, I was undone. My cries were loud, and I didn’t care who heard me. I pushed back hard against him, taking everything he had to offer, riding out my orgasm as far as Paxton would take me. I was a goner in more ways than one.

  Paxton wasn’t inexperience in any way I knew someone could be. He was hard, but sweet. Devilish but angelic. Overbearing but charming.

  And it fit him perfectly.

  He was perfect.

  “I need to see you,” his whisper sounded hoarse. Grabbing my waist, he pulled me back and tossed me onto my back.

  And then was inside me again before I could meet his gaze. He filled me up, pushing his fingers through my hair and molding my mouth to his. I felt his lip tremble against my mouth, and when he pulled back I saw the sadness in his eyes. “Stay,” he whispered. “Promise me you’re mine.”

  I knew he needed to hear it and I was willing to hand over my heart and soul to make that sadness go away. “I’m yours, Paxton.”

  Nuzzling his head into my neck, he nipped at my throat, pulsing me with a steady rhythm. “Please, stay,” he whispered again.

  My fingers dug into his back. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  When I met his gaze this time the sadness was gone, and he was smoldering me with his eyes. “You’re mine.”

  I nodded. “Yours.”

  He slowed his pace before hooking my knees over his arms, and pressing further into me, pushing me over into bliss. “Come with me,” he whispered.

  I watched his blue eyes search my face, and the tour bus around us faded. All I could see were those too-blue eyes and those chiseled cheekbones.

  Paxton reached down between us and pressed his thumb to my clit and made slow agonizing circles until I was crumbling beneath him.

  “That’s it, baby,” he cooed, digging harder into me, his fingers clasping me like I’m going to run away. My stomach clenched at the same time Paxton stilled above me. My shaky legs, which were wrapped around him, were still trembling when he leaned down to kiss me.

  He kissed my eyebrow, my cheek, my forehead and then my lips. I was panting like a dog against him. Our sweaty bodies pressed tight together like someone was trying to tear us apart.

  He pulled out of me, searching my eyes before turning me to face him. “Do you think your dad would ever accept me?”

  No, I didn’t. Instead of answering, I traced the tattoos on his chest and arms. “I’ve always wanted a tattoo.”

  I drug my finger against the word Love over his heart and the guitar on his right side. He chuckled. “You want a tattoo? Really?”

  “And why is that so funny?”

  “Prissy Missy wants a tattoo? What would that do to her reputation?”

  I snorted. “My reputation went out the windo
w the minute I saw you in Club Freedom. I don’t care about my reputation anymore. Fuck my reputation.”

  Paxton’s grin widened. “You just said fuck.”

  I nodded. “I did.”

  He sat up on his elbow. “How did it feel?”

  “Amazing. Just like my new tattoo is going to feel.”

  “Oh, really.” He sat up and drug me to my feet with him. “Well, you better put some clothes on.”

  “Why?”

  He snatched his shirt from the floor and tugged it on. “Because we’re going to go get you a tattoo, and as good as you look naked, I’m sure the tattoo place requires you to wear clothes.”

  I nearly choked. “We’re going now?”

  Paxton nodded, running his hands through his upright hair. “No time better than the present, right?”

  I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and laughed. “You’re right. I want a tattoo.”

  Paxton lifted a brow. “Then Sugar, we’re gonna get you a tattoo.”

  ***

  The taxi driver dropped us off right in front of the tattoo shop. My palms were sweaty against Paxton’s palm. He squeezed my hand. “You don’t have to do this. I love your skin the way it is.”

  Paxton’s gaze was patient, and I suddenly felt stupid for questioning the tattoo. I’d wanted one for years, and my dad always said it wasn’t in our caliber to get one.

  But it was in my caliber. Dad just didn’t know it yet.

  The room was open with a desk to the right and huge rows of tattoos to look through on the wall like the posters at Wal-Mart. Even though my heart was drumming in my ears, I had a silly smile on my face.

  “I guess you haven’t changed your mind,” Paxton leaned down and whispered.

  My silly smile grew bigger. “I’m excited. What should I get?”

  His mouth popped open. “You don’t even have anything picked out? Are you sure you’re ready for this? Sorry, are you insane?”

  The lady behind the counter cocked her pierced eyebrow and flipped another page in her magazine. “Why is it that ladies always stick together no matter who they are?”

  “Chicks before dicks, always.”

  He threw his head back and laughed. My nipples tightened against my bra and I squirmed to distract myself. “I’ve created a monster,” he said. “No more wild sex for you, Sugar.”

  Smiling up at him, I started walking and pulling him along. When we stopped at the counter the girl put her magazine down. “What can I help you with?”

  Paxton gave me a long sideways glance. “Sugar wants to get herself a tattoo. She’s a virgin.”

  The girl gave Paxton an unentertained look and turned toward me. “What can I do for you sweetie? What ya wanting to get?”

  I twirled a strand of my hair and bit my lower lip. “I’m not sure. I’m thinking a sun or—,”

  Paxton snorted beside me. “Is something funny Mr. Evers?”

  Biting his lower lip he slowly shook his head. “Not at all, Prissy Missy.”

  I rolled my eyes. “What would you have me get on my body for the rest of my life, Paxton?”

  Something wicked crossed his face, and my stomach churned. “I don’t think I can say out loud what I want on your body for the rest of our lives.”

  An ache zapped in my lower stomach. “Excuse me,” the lady said. “Can she please tell me what she wants?”

  Paxton hadn’t taken his gaze from mine. “She sure can.”

  Swallowing the lump in my throat, I turned back to the lady to avoid the intense stare Paxton was giving me. “I think I want a quote on my shoulder,” I whispered.

  She gave me a small smile. “Write down what you want and I’ll go get Duke.”

  “Duke?” I squeaked. “That sounds so—aggressive.” I grabbed the pad and wrote down my quote before Paxton could see.

  Paxton barked out a laugh. “At least it isn’t Butch.” He looked over his shoulder. “I think that girl likes me,” he said with a huge sarcastic smile.

  I laughed so hard I snorted. “I believe it was your domineering ways she didn’t like Mr. Sensitivity.”

  He shrugged one shoulder. “I’m a barbarian, sue me.” I giggled. “So, what’s your tattoo going to say? I like how you hid it from me earlier.”

  I grinned. “You can see in a minute.”

  He poked his bottom lip out. “Please.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Duke’ll see you know, Missy.”

  We followed her through the short hallway filled with pictures of tattoos. A low humming started to vibrate in my stomach. I was so damn nervous.

  She led us into a small room to the left, and pointed toward a dentist like chair sitting in the middle of the room. Although, I’d never seen a dentist chair with spikes on the bottom and fancy artwork

  “This is so cool.”

  Paxton snorted—again. I gave him my best don’t say a word glare. He put his hands up in surrender, and took a seat in a foldout chair right beside the dentist chair.

  “Lay down,” Paxton said. “And stop fidgeting. You’re making me nervous.”

  Closing my eyes, I took a few long breaths. When I looked up, Paxton was looking behind me where the door was opening. Who I assumed was Duke walked inside and shut the door.

  And my jaw nearly dropped. He was cute—really cute. Not as cute as Paxton but unexpected. “Princess,” he said.

  I raised an eyebrow and sensed Paxton stiffen beside me. This wasn’t going to be good. “Umm—my name is Missy.”

  He grinned my way, showing me a row full of pearly whites. “You look like a Missy. My name is Duke, sweetheart, and I’m going to take care of you tonight.”

  My cheeks turned pink. Even though we all knew he was talking about my tattoo, we also knew that was a highly inappropriate way of saying so. Paxton was dead quiet beside me and I was starting to get a little scared.

  Duke flopped down in the chair beside me and slid a tray of tools toward us. He leaned his elbow against his knee and fluttered his lashes. The eye-piercing shot toward his hairline when he cocked his brow at me. A boyish smirk curled at the edge of his full mouth.

  His military cut hair was jet black that matched the black studs lining his left ear. “Now, what am I doing for you tonight sweetheart?”

  Too close. He was way too close. And the stillness to my right wasn’t helping me relax. “I’m getting a q—quote.”

  His blue eyes dropped from my face to my chest and then to my legs. I was shaking. “And where might I be tattooing, Missy?”

  I sucked in a sharp breath.

  Something moved quickly past me and Paxton was suddenly hovering over Duke. And I nearly pissed my shorts. “I don’t know what you’re used to doing in here with female clients but it won’t be happening with this one. This is my girlfriend and if you put one inappropriate finger on her I’ll break it.”

  Duke’s jaw clenched and I was about to bolt when he gave Paxton a curt nod. Before I could say anything he was up walking out of the room holding the pad with my quote on it.

  “Okay, you’ve officially made me cream my panties with no intention of doing so. You should get an award or something.”

  The scowl on Paxton’s mouth immediately turned into a smirk. “You like when daddy talks dirty, Sugar?”

  I snorted and he rolled his eyes. “I was protecting your honor. I believe, in the good ole’ days, the hero got a reward for that.”

  I smiled. “What would Mr. Evers like?”

  Duke came storming in and Paxton grinned over at me. He leaned down and gave me a soft, slow and deliberately wicked kiss before pulling back and taking his seat in the foldout chair again.

  Duke cleared his throat. “Okay, Mrs. King. Where would you like your tattoo?” He gave Paxton a long cold stare.

  “On my shoulder,” I whispered, sudden realization hitting me.

  Duke gave me a small—almost unnoticeable—smirk and said, “Take your shirt off.”

  I hadn’t thought this out very well. Paxton slid the
top of his finger against the side of my arm. “You don’t have to do this, Sugar.”

  I shook my head. “I do have to do this. I need to do this.” And I did. My bucket list was getting longer by the day. There were so many things I wanted to do—that my family wouldn’t approve of—that I had to do because life was short.

  Grabbing the hem of my shirt, I tugged it over my head and suddenly glad I chose the uncomfortable lacey bra. Because the cute ones are always the most uncomfortable.

  Duke smiled, grabbed my arm and turned me to face away from him. “I’m going to pull your bra strap down.” I felt his fingers slide underneath the strap and gently pull it down on my right shoulder.

  I closed my eyes as he positioned the stencil printout onto my back. When I looked into the mirror to see if it was right I caught Paxton’s eye.

  He was staring at the words as if he was hypnotized. And when he looked up at me I could see the hope in his eyes. The same feeling of longing I was yearning for was what he was yearning for too.

  Duke cleared his throat again. “Look good?”

  I nodded. “Yeah.”

  Paxton held my gaze throughout the entire tattoo. I didn’t flinch or jump and it was over in twenty minutes.

  Duke wiped the final drop of blood with his cotton ball and stood back to admire his work. “Looks good. Want to see?”

  I nodded and sat straight up so he could turn me. I held a small mirror Duke gave me up in front of my face and glanced back at my shoulder.

  Just Feel was written in pretty cursive writing but not too fancy that you couldn’t read it. I hated that.

  It was perfect. “Thank you,” I whispered. “I love it.”

  He gave me a small smile and pulled off his rubber gloves. “No problem, Pri—Missy. I’m so glad you like it.”

  Paxton caught my gaze in the mirror and diminished the space between us. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Missy King.”

  I blushed. “I guess you approve?”

  He brushed his knuckles down my jaw. “I approve.”

  ***

  The taxi drive home was silent.

  The taxi driver actually tried holding a conversation at one point but gave up after no answer. We hadn’t taken our eyes off of each other. I couldn’t fathom saying anything at that moment. I was overwhelmed in the best possible way.