The Rocker That Loves Me
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I doubted, however, that she wanted it tonight.
“Shane?”
Her sweet voice made me turn my head. I had the entire length of the backseat between us so I wouldn’t do the things that kept flashing through my head. Such naughty things that involved my beautiful girl, like spreading her wide and eating her pussy, or fingering her until she squirted and soaked the backseat with her intoxicating scent.
“Are you okay?”
I could only nod. I couldn’t find my voice. The way I was acting was probably freaking her out. I kept tapping my feet and rocked back and forth to ease some of my pain. My hands were shaking, and I had a cold sweat beading my brow. I probably looked like a crack addict. Shit I was sure that I looked like one.
“Are you in pain?”
“You have no idea.” My voice was raspy, full of repressed desire. “Need you so bad.”
I couldn’t see her eyes and had no clue what she was thinking, but the small smile I saw tilting her lips kept any panic I might have over scaring her at bay.
When the taxi pulled to a stop in front of my building, I tossed a hundred dollar bill at the driver, knowing that the ride hadn’t even came close to costing that much. The man thanked me, but I didn’t pay attention to him as I pulled Harper out on my side and rushed her toward the entrance.
“Evening, Mr. Stevenson.” Kyle, the night doorman, greeted.
I nodded my head at him, punching the call button for the elevators. “Hey, Kyle. My brother home?” It wouldn’t matter if he was or not. It would take a natural disaster to stop what was going to happen with Harper.
“About an hour or so ago…”
“Great. Thanks.” The elevator doors opened and I pulled Harper in with me.
I wanted to kiss her so fucking bad but knew that if I did, the elevator wasn’t going to make it to my apartment before I was between her legs in some shape or form. So I tried to remember every word to the National Anthem. I never could remember the whole thing!
When the elevator stopped on my floor, I practically sprinted down the corridor to my door. Behind me Harper was giggling, so I figured she wasn’t too scared of the sex addict about to ravage her.
Chapter 10
Harper
If I had known that he was hurting, I would have done something to help him. Now he was half crazy with need, and I found that I was liking every minute of it.
Shane didn’t let go of my hand as he unlocked the door of his apartment. When the deadbolt became tricky, he growled something I couldn’t understand and banged his fist on the thick door before trying again. My heart was racing with excitement as he swung me off my feet and carried me into the apartment, using his foot to slam the door shut as he practically ran toward his bedroom.
His lips were on my neck before we even reached his bed. I thrust my fingers in his hair and held on tight, sighing with pleasure as he licked and nibbled his way to my ear. “Want you so fucking bad, baby.”
Good Lord, I loved how throaty his voice got when he was kissing me. I likened him to an actual demon when it got so deep and raspy like it was now. It made me shiver and gooseflesh pop up along my entire body. My nipples hardened at the sound of that sexy voice, and I ached for him to touch them.
“I want you too,” I whispered.
His hands were busy stripping me faster than I could think. My knee length cashmere skirt went flying, followed by the matching shirt. I didn’t even try to cover myself as he unfastened my bra and bared my breasts. Even though they were so small, he had told me more than once that he loved my breasts.
“Your tits are so beautiful, baby.” He lowered his head and captured one of my nipples while his fingers started tugging on my panties. “You taste as good as you smell!”
Unable to think, there was just too much going on at once, I gave myself over to his experienced hands. I knew that he would take care of me. Something deep inside assured me that Shane would never hurt me when it came to this.
His hands were everywhere: cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples, in my hair, caressing my outer thighs. My need grew with every touch, set my skin aflame in a way that I was sure would leave me with third degree burns before it was all over.
I felt the cool air against my naked flesh before I realized that he had left me. I opened my eyes, looking for him in the darkness. “Sh-Shane?”
“I…I…” I heard his voice along with his labored breathing. “I need a minute, baby. Never been this worked up before.”
My heart melted. He could have taken me then and there. Sought out his pleasure and to hell with my own. But he hadn’t. Instead, he was trying to make this good for me. I scooted to the end of the bed where he was standing, facing away from me while he tried to get his breathing under control.
When my hand touched his bare back, he tensed but didn’t pull away. “Turn around, Shane.”
Slowly, he did as I asked. His erection was straining against his jeans. My mouth went dry at how big he looked through the denim material. With trembling fingers, I reached for the top button and released it. Ever so carefully, I lowered the fly, scared that I would hurt him.
My heart felt like it was going to beat me to death as I tugged until his jeans landed at his feet. His hands were balled into tight fists at his sides, his knuckles white. Shane was holding on to his control by a thread and I only wanted to help him.
Linc went around the apartment regularly with nothing on, and I had to admit that I wasn’t shy about looking my fill when he did it. But my gay friend had nothing on Shane. Sweet Lord, his dick was pure perfection—long and thick, pink with bright blue veins that pulsed with each of his heartbeats. The head was slick with his pre-cum.
“I’m scared,” he whispered.
“Of what?” Shouldn’t I be the one scared? I was the virgin.
I watched as he swallowed hard and fell to his knees in front of me. He looked so lost, so tortured, and it made my heart ache for him. Strong arms wrapped around my waist, his head pillowed in my lap. “I want you so bad, but I’m scared that you aren’t ready for this. If I rush you, I might lose you.”
It was then that I realized that I was already half in love with the rocker. His words broke through some of those stone walls I held erect around my heart, and it was more than a little terrifying to feel them crumbling. But I liked it and wanted to see where this thing with us could lead.
Combing my fingers through his hair, I lowered my head and kissed his cheek. “Come lie with me, Shane,” I murmured. “I want you to hold me.”
“Shane?”
Her sweet voice made me turn my head. I had the entire length of the backseat between us so I wouldn’t do the things that kept flashing through my head. Such naughty things that involved my beautiful girl, like spreading her wide and eating her pussy, or fingering her until she squirted and soaked the backseat with her intoxicating scent.
“Are you okay?”
I could only nod. I couldn’t find my voice. The way I was acting was probably freaking her out. I kept tapping my feet and rocked back and forth to ease some of my pain. My hands were shaking, and I had a cold sweat beading my brow. I probably looked like a crack addict. Shit I was sure that I looked like one.
“Are you in pain?”
“You have no idea.” My voice was raspy, full of repressed desire. “Need you so bad.”
I couldn’t see her eyes and had no clue what she was thinking, but the small smile I saw tilting her lips kept any panic I might have over scaring her at bay.
When the taxi pulled to a stop in front of my building, I tossed a hundred dollar bill at the driver, knowing that the ride hadn’t even came close to costing that much. The man thanked me, but I didn’t pay attention to him as I pulled Harper out on my side and rushed her toward the entrance.
“Evening, Mr. Stevenson.” Kyle, the night doorman, greeted.
I nodded my head at him, punching the call button for the elevators. “Hey, Kyle. My brother home?” It wouldn’t matter if he was or not. It would take a natural disaster to stop what was going to happen with Harper.
“About an hour or so ago…”
“Great. Thanks.” The elevator doors opened and I pulled Harper in with me.
I wanted to kiss her so fucking bad but knew that if I did, the elevator wasn’t going to make it to my apartment before I was between her legs in some shape or form. So I tried to remember every word to the National Anthem. I never could remember the whole thing!
When the elevator stopped on my floor, I practically sprinted down the corridor to my door. Behind me Harper was giggling, so I figured she wasn’t too scared of the sex addict about to ravage her.
Chapter 10
Harper
If I had known that he was hurting, I would have done something to help him. Now he was half crazy with need, and I found that I was liking every minute of it.
Shane didn’t let go of my hand as he unlocked the door of his apartment. When the deadbolt became tricky, he growled something I couldn’t understand and banged his fist on the thick door before trying again. My heart was racing with excitement as he swung me off my feet and carried me into the apartment, using his foot to slam the door shut as he practically ran toward his bedroom.
His lips were on my neck before we even reached his bed. I thrust my fingers in his hair and held on tight, sighing with pleasure as he licked and nibbled his way to my ear. “Want you so fucking bad, baby.”
Good Lord, I loved how throaty his voice got when he was kissing me. I likened him to an actual demon when it got so deep and raspy like it was now. It made me shiver and gooseflesh pop up along my entire body. My nipples hardened at the sound of that sexy voice, and I ached for him to touch them.
“I want you too,” I whispered.
His hands were busy stripping me faster than I could think. My knee length cashmere skirt went flying, followed by the matching shirt. I didn’t even try to cover myself as he unfastened my bra and bared my breasts. Even though they were so small, he had told me more than once that he loved my breasts.
“Your tits are so beautiful, baby.” He lowered his head and captured one of my nipples while his fingers started tugging on my panties. “You taste as good as you smell!”
Unable to think, there was just too much going on at once, I gave myself over to his experienced hands. I knew that he would take care of me. Something deep inside assured me that Shane would never hurt me when it came to this.
His hands were everywhere: cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples, in my hair, caressing my outer thighs. My need grew with every touch, set my skin aflame in a way that I was sure would leave me with third degree burns before it was all over.
I felt the cool air against my naked flesh before I realized that he had left me. I opened my eyes, looking for him in the darkness. “Sh-Shane?”
“I…I…” I heard his voice along with his labored breathing. “I need a minute, baby. Never been this worked up before.”
My heart melted. He could have taken me then and there. Sought out his pleasure and to hell with my own. But he hadn’t. Instead, he was trying to make this good for me. I scooted to the end of the bed where he was standing, facing away from me while he tried to get his breathing under control.
When my hand touched his bare back, he tensed but didn’t pull away. “Turn around, Shane.”
Slowly, he did as I asked. His erection was straining against his jeans. My mouth went dry at how big he looked through the denim material. With trembling fingers, I reached for the top button and released it. Ever so carefully, I lowered the fly, scared that I would hurt him.
My heart felt like it was going to beat me to death as I tugged until his jeans landed at his feet. His hands were balled into tight fists at his sides, his knuckles white. Shane was holding on to his control by a thread and I only wanted to help him.
Linc went around the apartment regularly with nothing on, and I had to admit that I wasn’t shy about looking my fill when he did it. But my gay friend had nothing on Shane. Sweet Lord, his dick was pure perfection—long and thick, pink with bright blue veins that pulsed with each of his heartbeats. The head was slick with his pre-cum.
“I’m scared,” he whispered.
“Of what?” Shouldn’t I be the one scared? I was the virgin.
I watched as he swallowed hard and fell to his knees in front of me. He looked so lost, so tortured, and it made my heart ache for him. Strong arms wrapped around my waist, his head pillowed in my lap. “I want you so bad, but I’m scared that you aren’t ready for this. If I rush you, I might lose you.”
It was then that I realized that I was already half in love with the rocker. His words broke through some of those stone walls I held erect around my heart, and it was more than a little terrifying to feel them crumbling. But I liked it and wanted to see where this thing with us could lead.
Combing my fingers through his hair, I lowered my head and kissed his cheek. “Come lie with me, Shane,” I murmured. “I want you to hold me.”
