The Rocker That Needs Me (The Rocker...) by Terri Anne Browning Page B

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.
    When the tip of his cock slipped into the place that no man had ever been, I was already half way there. Drake entered me an inch at a time until he met with resistance from my virginity. He stopped, eyes closed while he tried to draw in a