The Rocker Who Needs Me (The Rocker 3)

His eyes darkened making gold specks appear inside the irises. “Lie back,” he commanded, and I fell back against his pillow. My breasts bounced as I landed, and he couldn’t seem to draw in a breath as he watched them for a moment. I grasped his hands and pulled him toward me.

Instead of kissing me again, like I hoped he would, his head drifted lower. I wasn’t prepared for his hot mouth engulfing my nipple. I cried his name and raked my fingers through his hair, holding him to me as he sucked roughly. Each suck caused muscles deep within my abdomen to contract, and my panties grew wetter by the minute. I could smell that wetness with each shallow breath I inhaled.

Drake’s head rose and I started to protest, but he only switched from one breast to the other. My eyes rolled back in my head as he tugged the nipple with his teeth, biting down enough to make me breathe his name in either protest or encouragement; I wasn’t sure which. He kissed the sting away and licked around the wide areola.

Unable to keep my hands still, I reached for his shirt and practically tore it off him in my haste to get his chest bare. It was free of tattoos, unlike his back, but his abs were defined, and I ran my fingers over the hard angles as he continued to shower kisses over both of my aching breasts.

His whole body trembled at my caressing touch. It was a powerful feeling, making a man tremble. I skimmed my fingers lower, circled his navel with my fingernail, and then kept going. I gripped the edge of his jeans and felt the top of his cock.

He jerked as if I had electrocuted him. His eyes found mine, and I knew that for him it was over. He was too far gone for this to go any slower than it already was, but I was more than ready to kick things into a higher gear. I was soaking wet and needed something I couldn’t even describe. This was passion and no one but Drake could make me feel it.

My jeans and panties disappeared, as did Drake’s jeans. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and as soon as he unsnapped the top button, his cock sprung free. I watched as it swayed back and forth with each jerky movement he made to get his jeans off. When he was free of them, he dropped down beside me and pulled me across his chest.

I kissed him, took control of his mouth, and refused to relinquish my hold on it until I was half drunk on his intoxicating taste. I licked my way down his chest, fascinated by the way his flat nipples tightened as I raked my nails across them. His stomach muscles quivered as I licked each indention of his abs.

My hair was in my way. I pushed it out of my face and held it in place so I could raise my eyes and watch him as I kissed from his navel down to his groin. When I came to his cock, I took my time examining it. It stood proudly from the nest of dark curls. The tip was a dusky pink color and glistened with his pre-cum. Entranced by the sight of it, I rubbed my thumb over the wet head.

Drake made a growling sound in the back of his throat. “Angel…”

My eyes found his once more, and I slowly lowered my head until my tongue could touch the thick head of his cock. He gripped my hair tightly but didn’t rush me. The taste of him exploded on my tongue, a mixture of musky and salty flavors that I wanted more of.

He pulled me away before I could take him fully into my mouth like I wanted to do. “No. I can’t control myself if you do that.”

“But I want to.” I pouted.

“Later. Next time,” he promised, and I relished in the knowledge that this wasn’t going to end after tonight.

“Okay.” I gave in. “Kiss me again.”

“Whatever you want, Angel.” He laid me down on the pillows. Eyes dark with passion looked down at me as he brushed a tender kiss over my lips, but he didn’t linger.

Using his knees, he spread my thighs wide. Maybe I should have been embarrassed, but I wasn’t. This was Drake, after all. How could I be embarrassed about anything I did with him? The way he was looking down at me, the way his eyes seemed to be soaking up the sight of the dampness on my thighs, only made me feel pride. He liked what he saw, the evidence both in his eyes and the way his cock twitched more and more with each passing second.

His fingers spread my outer lips, exposing my clit to him. The tip of his index finger carefully skimmed over it, and I whimpered from the sheer pleasure of it. My heart started racing more, my body melting more and more with each gentle brush of that one finger. Drake moved quickly, and before I could guess what he was doing, his mouth replaced his finger.

My entire body rippled with pleasure. My hips lifted of their own volition in an attempt to get closer to those pleasure inducing, talented lips. He sucked the hardened bundle of nerves into his mouth much like he had my nipple, making a popping sound each time he released it. I was on the edge of something dangerous, something so earth shaking that I knew I wasn’t going to be the same when I fell.

“You’re close, Angel,” he told me. “Let go. I want to take you there.” Even as he said the words, he pushed a finger inside of me. His finger fit tightly inside, and then he started stroking a spot deep inside that made it impossible to hold on a second longer…

Tears spilled from my eyes, my breathing coming in shallow little pants. When I was able to open my eyes after being momentarily blinded from the pleasure, I found Drake with his dick in his hand. He was stroking himself rapidly as he watched me come down from the high of my first orgasm.

I was jealous of his hand. I didn’t want him pleasuring himself when I so desperately wanted to be touching him! “No,” I told him in a voice rough with lingering desire. “I want you to come in me.”

“I don’t have anything, Angel. I don’t have anything to protect you.”

I bit my lip. “Do you need to?” Out of all the things we had talked about, I had never once asked him if he had any STDs. I never thought we would get this far, and it hadn’t crossed my mind until right now.

“Only from getting pregnant,” he told me. “I’m clean. I swear it.”

Relief filled me and I pulled him down on top of me. “Then don’t worry about protection. I want to feel you inside of me, Drake.”

“Oh, fuck, Angel.” He kissed me and I could actually taste myself on his lips. It was both erotic and arousing. “Are you sure?”

“I have never been surer of anything in my life,” I assured him.

With gentle hands he spread my thighs wide once more. His big, beautiful cock was gripped in his hand, and he ran the head of it through my damp folds. With that one touch, it was like I hadn’t just come apart for him. My body knew that he offered pleasure now, and it was greedy for more.