Rock Me Faster (Licks Of Leather Book 4)

by Jenna Jacob

  Eyeing the braces on my knee and arm, and the bandages still covering Ross’s hand and forehead, Angie tsked. “You two look like you’ve been in a war. Come, I’ve fixed us some lunch. I hope you don’t mind, but when Ross told me you like being outdoors, I set everything up on the lanai.”

  “That sounds wonderful. Thank you.” I grinned as Ross gave me a little squeeze.

  He stayed behind as the driver retrieved our luggage while Angie led me through the chic entryway. The white marble floors with speckled gray inlays shimmered beneath a massive crystal chandelier. Glossy wooden stairs framed in white wood hugged the wall to my right. They curved up to the second floor, surrounded by a bannister of ornate iron, and swept over my head, ending in a little balcony to my left. The walls were painted in tones of pale gray and seemed to glow from the floor-to-ceiling windows along the front of the house.

  “Mercy,” I whispered.

  Drinking in each elegant inch of the coffered ceilings, the masculine office, bright and airy dining room, homey family room with thick-padded gray sectionals and accent pillows of charcoal and cream, I followed Angie over the glossy hardwoods and out to the ginormous patio.

  Like the bannister, the swimming pool curved and swirled as if cut from a cloud. The shimmering blue water called to me. If it weren’t for the cast on my arm and the brace on my knee, I would have dived in and surrounded myself in buoyant bliss.

  Seconds later Ross joined us, and together we sat at a long table beneath a stone gazebo, talking, laughing, and enjoying the scrumptious food Angie had prepared.

  “So, when do I get to meet Thomas?” Ross asked.

  Angie frowned and waved his question away. “Thomas is a tool. Get this…he’s married.”

  “What?”

  “Yeah. I did a little research. Though he told me he was divorced, I found a photo of him and his wife, who was still wearing her rock of a wedding ring, together at a benefit dinner.”

  “You know the tabloids like to—”

  “No. I confronted him. He confessed. I told him to hit the road.”

  “I’m sorry,” I murmured.

  “I’m not,” Angie scoffed, then locked a sly smile on Ross. “I’m looking forward to seeing the face that goes with the voice of your friend Bernie. He called this morning to tell me he was on his way.” She glanced at her phone sitting on the table. “He should be here in about five more hours.”

  “He’s handsome,” I blurted. Ross’s brows arched.

  “Oh, he is, is he?”

  I laughed at the jealousy in his voice and nodded.

  “Forget him,” Angie instructed. “How handsome? Give me details, woman to woman.”

  “Medium height, broad shoulders, twinkling green eyes, and snow-white hair. He was wearing a cap, so I don’t know if he’s balding on top or anyth—”

  “Balding is fine. Go on,” Angie encouraged.

  “He has a warm smile. He’s a kind, caring man with an equally warm heart.”

  “I had no idea you were checking Bernie out so…thoroughly,” Ross groused.

  The tinges of jealousy were still zinging off him. I clasped his hand and drew it to my lips and pressed a soft kiss to his skin. Then I stared deeply into his eyes, flooding Ross’s system with reassurance. “He’s old enough to be my dad. The only reason I was checking him out was because I knew how important he was to you.”

  “Well, I’m going to be checking him out for entirely different reasons. Just saying.” Angie giggled.

  In my mind, I caught a flash of Bernie and her together, deliriously happy.

  As I stared into Ross’s sexy dark eyes, I knew the universe was finally aligning itself perfectly.

  Days spilled into weeks filled with erotic, explosive mornings, nights, and shared showers. Ross taught me how to give him the pleasure I’d been dying to with my mouth. Every time his masculine essence burst over my tongue, my blood boiled. While we continued to heal—the only testament to the accident that remained was the brace on my arm and multiple hours of physical therapy—Ross still hadn’t made a woman of me.

  As we lay in bed listening to Angie and Bernie laughing downstairs, I rolled to my side, gazed into Ross’s eyes, and gathered up my courage.

  “When are you going to make love to me?” I whispered.

  He reared back and blinked, then a slow smile tugged his lips. “I’ll have to check my day planner and get back to you on that.”

  I smacked him on the shoulder. “I’m being serious.”

  His smile widened as he pulled me against him. “I’m waiting for the perfect moment. Something so monumentally epic that you’ll always remember your first time.”

  “Silly man,” I chided. “Every second I spend with you is monumentally more epic than the last.”

  “I was actually hoping I could hold off until we made the trip to Kentucky.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you love the mountain. I wanted to make love to you for the first time there, beneath the stars.”

  “I do love it. It’s been my home for twenty-three years. But I love you more. My life is with you; here, there, and in every city you play a concert. You’re my home, now.”

  “Aww, princess,” he groaned.

  “Make love to me, Ross…please?”

  He clenched his jaw and, without a word, rolled out of bed. Sucking in a startled breath, I sat up and watched as he lit the logs in the white marble fireplace across from the footboard. Ross’s shaft was already hard and jutting out from beneath his rippled abs as he strode back to the side of the bed. Lifting the electronic keypad from the nightstand, he pushed a couple of buttons. As soft, romantic music filled the air, the curtains retracted, and moonlight spilled into the room.

  “You thought about this, haven’t you?”

  “Every fucking day since I laid eyes on you, princess,” he growled as he climbed onto the bed and prowled over me.

  Though I hadn’t regained all the strength to my injured arm yet, I could use it…could press both palms against his steely abs. Drinking in the warmth of his flesh, I let my fingers dance over his hard chest and savored the sparks skipping up my arms.

  Ross brushed the hair from my face and gazed into my eyes. “I hate knowing that what I’m about to do is going to hurt you. But I promise, I’ll do everything in my power to replace the pain with ecstasy.”

  Tears of gratitude and happiness stung my eyes. “I’m not afraid of anything. I trust you with all of me.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Ross

  Heart in my throat, I slid my hands beneath her back, lifted Harmony onto my thighs, and hugged her to my chest. Enveloped in her alluring scent of honeysuckle and lilac, I drank in the contours of her face. There wasn’t a hint of reservation or doubt in her electric-blue eyes. The flames from the fireplace dancing over her flesh illuminated her dusty-pink nipples now stabbing the air and ignited an even bigger blaze inside me.

  After endless weeks of fantasizing about this moment, I couldn’t believe it was actually about to happen. And while I’d desperately wanted to make her a woman where she’d spent every day as a child, there was no way in hell I could refuse Harmony’s heart-melting, ball-churning, and cock-hardening plea.

  Remember. Take it slow, fucker, the little voice in my head warned.

  Silencing every cell in my body screaming for me to hurry, I gazed at the moonlight painting her flesh in a golden hue and gently cupped her nape.

  “I love you, princess.”

  “I love you, t—”

  Though I knew I needed to go slow, I couldn’t wait to feel her lips a second longer. Cinching a hand in her hair, I captured them in an urgent, passionate kiss. Long seconds later, I gently teased her seam with my tongue. With a blissful sigh, Harmony opened, and I plunged inside, savoring the liquid heat of her mouth with long, deliberate strokes.

  Easing back slightly, I cupped her heavy breast in my palm and dragged my thumb over her pebbled nub. She sucked in a gasp, drawing the
air from my mouth, then moaned against my tongue as I toyed and teased the hard tip.

  Almost instantly, Harmony started writhing, tickling my cock with the downy curls that had regrown and searing my cock with the heat pouring off her wet virgin pussy.

  The same wet virgin pussy I’d soon claim.

  That realization had my cock—already spilling like a fountain—weeping even more. The demand to work my tongue, lips, and teeth down her soft body and plunge my face between her folds, lap up all her tart juice as it dripped down my chin, wasn’t helping stem the flow of my cock one damn bit. But then neither was my plan to layer her orgasms—one on top of the next—until she was delirious. Only then would I begin to rupture her fragile hymen.

  The ache to see, hear, and feel her shatter pressed in on me. But knowing she’d be clenching, quivering, and spasming all around my cock when she came this time had my restraint coiling so tightly I feared it would snap off its chain. I was already riding the razor’s edge and I hadn’t even properly warmed her up.

  Raw with need, I begrudgingly eased from her mouth. Gently sucking the plump flesh of her bottom lip between my teeth, I gave it a soft tug. Harmony trembled, moaned, and clung to me like a lifeline as I skimmed kisses across her jaw, down her slender throat, and over her fragile collarbones before working my way to her pink, pointed nipples.

  “Ross…Ross.” She chanted my name like a prayer.

  “I’m right here, princess. I’ve got you. Just let go and feel…everything,” I murmured before wrapping my mouth around her breast and pulling her warm flesh deep.

  A low moan rolled from the back of her throat as I laved my tongue and scraped my teeth over her stony peak. As I bathed her other breast in the same sweet torture, Harmony gripped my head and writhed even more.

  “Please, Ross,” she begged in a smoky, desperate tone. “I need your mouth on me.”

  “My mouth is on you, princess.”

  “No, I mean…down there.”

  “Down where?” My lips tugged in a crooked smile as her cheeks turned pink.

  “You know.”

  “You mean on your pussy?”

  “Yes.”

  “Where do you need my mouth?” I taunted. “Tell me.”

  “Down there.”

  “Say the word, Harmony. Say pussy.”

  “It sounds so…dirty.”

  “It’s not. Yours is the sweetest pussy on the planet, princess.” Easing her back onto the mattress, I dragged my fingers through her saturated curls. “Say it for me.”

  “Pussy,” she whispered as I stroked the seam of her wet folds.

  “Good girl.”

  As a reward, I glided my lips down her heated and oh-so-soft, velvety flesh. Wrapping my hands around Harmony’s slender thighs, I parted her legs and drank in the sight of her swollen pink folds as a tiny sigh slid off her lips.

  Using my thumbs, I spread her wet flesh open and growled. My mouth was watering as I parted my lips, flattened my tongue, and swiped it straight up her center. Her earthy tartness exploded over my taste buds, sending arcs of fire zipping through my veins. Harmony squealed and damn near levitated off the bed. I loved her uninhibitedness. Loved her guttural cries and whimpers when I plied her with sensation.

  With my mouth clasped on to her flowing pussy and my tongue busy circling her innocent entrance, I pressed a wide palm to Harmony’s stomach, anchoring her to the mattress. I began lapping at her with purpose and skated my other hand up her body to pluck and burnish her taut, sensitive nipples.

  Bucking and straining against my laving tongue and scraping teeth, Harmony gripped my head tighter as needy, incoherent pleas spilled from her lips. It was only a matter of minutes before her keening cries echoed off the walls. Still eating at her like a man possessed, I watched and felt as her muscles seized. Her limbs trembled. And as she pulsed and spilled all over my tongue, Harmony screamed my name.

  Sucking every sweet drop from her quivering cunt, I welcomed the lightning sizzling my system. Though my cock was screaming in demand, I knew Harmony wasn’t ready for me to strip away her innocence. Okay, maybe I wasn’t mentally ready to inflict that pain.

  Buying time to get my head and heart aligned, I let her savor the ecstasy ricocheting through her and stared up at her from between her still-trembling legs. The pleasure playing across her face, her glassy unfocused eyes, and the quivers tripping through Harmony’s body were awe-inspiring.

  While she was still panting and riding blissful aftershocks, I swirled my tongue around her clit and started ramping her back up.

  “More,” I growled.

  Her guttural groans vibrating over my tongue lashed my spine and made the blood—already blistering my veins—burn even hotter.

  Harmony had been right. I had thought about this day…obsessed and planned for weeks. But the further I sailed her to a second peak of pleasure, the more I worried about losing control. Mentally shaking my useless guilt away, I focused on gliding her higher. And soar she did, shimmering in the moonlight, like a stunning, elegant snow dove.

  When her raspy moans melded into low, keening cries, my heart squeezed and my gut clenched. Cock screaming in demand. Nerves singing like a fucking choir. Anxiety gripped its hands around my throat as if I was the virgin here. Drawing in a deep breath, I slowly lifted from her sweet, spilling cunt.

  It was time.

  Time to change this innocent beauty into a woman.

  Time to claim her and make Harmony mine.

  I climbed her body, pressing every inch of my hard, solid frame to her soft, pliable flesh. Though she was scalding me with heat, I hovered over her and drank in the contours of her beautiful face. Her lips were parted. Each of her panted breaths teased my mouth. Her blue eyes were half-lidded, unfocused, and swimming in desire.

  I captured every nuance, every essence of her erotic beauty and branded it to my memory.

  “I’m ready. Do it,” she whispered pitifully.

  I bent and peppered tender kisses over her jaw, working my way to her addicting lips. Brushing them ever so lightly, I growled. “I’ve waited an eternity for this moment. There’s no way in hell I’m going to rush a single second, my love.”

  Sinking my tongue between her lush lips, I gripped my cock and aligned my throbbing crest to her sweltering entrance. The heat encasing me felt beyond sublime. And as Harmony’s muscles fluttered, her soft, wet kisses bathed my anxious tip with her slippery virgin cream. My eyes rolled to the back of my head.

  My control coiled tighter and tighter as I slowly pressed my wide crest through her tiny, tight opening. Slick. Sweltering. In-fucking-credible. As I slowly stretched and invaded her innocent flesh, Harmony sucked in a sharp gasp. Then she raked her nails across my back before sinking them into my flesh, anchoring herself to me.

  Suddenly, her hips stilled. The pulse point at the base of her neck was hammering like a drum line. She squeezed her eyes shut as if waiting for an onslaught of pain.

  My beast snarled, eager to drive balls deep inside her snug tunnel. Refusing to inflict anything but pleasure on the priceless treasure beneath me, I slowly inched a little more inside her. Startled by my tenderness, the beast issued a content purr as Harmony’s tight, wet, quivering glove sucked at my cock, urging me in deeper.

  I knew then she was no longer in control of her body. Harmony had handed herself over to the primal connection we shared, since day one, handed herself over to me.

  Dominance flooded my system along with the need to protect, command, and nurture her beautiful body, compassionate mind, and loving soul. It had been years since my mind had been able to attain such clarity, since my veins had pumped with such stark and undeniable purpose.

  Surging with control, I wedged my hand between our bodies and gently stroked her clit.

  “Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed of this?” I murmured as I coaxed her to relax, soften, and let me in.

  “Me, too.”

  Harmony’s breathless reply went straight to my
dick as I squeezed my crest into her silky walls.

  “Oh, god…Oh, Ross, I’m…I’m…” she cried as she clamped down around my embedded tip and shattered with a scream of ecstasy.

  With each brutal spasm and clasp of her silky cunt, I inched in deeper.

  Filling and stretching her narrow passage, I claimed Harmony’s fragile hymen.

  Claimed her innocence.

  Claimed the girl.

  Emotion clogged my throat as I felt and watched her blossom into a woman before my eyes.

  Each moan, each quiver made me fall deeper in love with her.

  Harmony’s unconditional surrender, trust, and love were beyond anything I’d ever experienced before.

  I wanted to stay locked in this perfect bubble of serenity with her for all time.

  “Priceless…you’re a priceless treasure. My priceless treasure.”

  Easing from her silky, slick vise, I pulled out until only my crest remained inside her. Then I pressed in again, over and over, painstakingly inching in a little more of my cock each time.

  Dizzy from the fiery friction.

  Drunk on her salacious whimpers and moans.

  I lost myself in a sensation of bliss I’d never known before.

  My body and brain sizzled and sputtered like bottle rockets.

  Drowning in her ball-churning nirvana, I couldn’t speak, couldn’t string two words together. Reduced to grunting, growling, and moaning, I glided my cock in and out of her quaking core. As I dragged my crest over her electrified G-spot, I memorized Harmony’s sweet melody of gasps, mewls, and purrs.

  The scent of her feminine essence melded with my male musk and hung heavily in the air.

  Lifting her hips off the bed, I filled my palms with her succulent ass cheeks. When I angled in deeper, Harmony squealed as her smoky blue eyes flashed wide. Digging her heels into the mattress, she met my urgent thrusts. And as I pumped faster and harder, she tossed her head from side to side on the pillow, murmuring…chanting incoherently.

  The sight of Harmony lost in clouds of ecstasy, the feel of her virgin tunnel quivering around me, and the sounds of our hungry flesh slapping together melted my spine in a cascade of sparks.