The Rocker Who Holds Her (The Rocker 5)
Page 12I wiped a smear of my desire off the tip of my dick with my thumb and held out my hand to her. “I’ve been waiting all night for you. Come here, baby.”
She didn’t hesitate as she did as I asked. As soon as she was beside me I cupped her hand around my aching cock. The feel of her soft hands on my throbbing flesh was sublime. “Do you feel how much I need you?” I asked in a voice that didn’t sound like my own it was so full of desire.
“Yes,” was her husky answer that made me shiver with pleasure.
I loved that I had to teach her how to touch and stroke me. Emmie was innocent in my dream. So sweet and innocent. I had wanted to teach her all the amazing things about lovemaking for more years than I could actually admit to myself. I knew that she couldn’t be that innocent in real life, though. She and Jesse had gotten even closer lately and then there was Axton.
Not wanting to think of either of those fuckers at the moment, I kissed my dream Emmie. She tasted of toothpaste, which might have thrown me off for a moment if I hadn’t been drunk before I had fallen asleep. But under the taste of mint was her unique taste and it was so sweet. I was sure I hadn’t tasted anything so sweet in my life and I told her so.
Graceful fingers combed through my hair and tangled in the thick locks. Her eagerness delighted me and I grinned down at her. “I’m not going anywhere,” I promised.
“I need you, Nik,” she cried.
I cupped her face, trying to take in every line of my dream Emmie. “I need you too, baby.” She was so fucking beautiful it hurt to breathe for a moment. I kissed her, trailing down her jaw and neck, stopping only long enough to suck on her rapidly beating pulse at the base of her neck.
Stripping my dream Emmie was a treat in and of itself. I took my time, making sure that I licked every inch I exposed. When I got to the tattoo that had my name inside, I sucked and nibbled my way around the heart. “This is sexy as hell.”
When my dick skimmed over her perfect ass, I grew twice as hard. I wanted in that sweet ass. Had dreamed of taking her there a dozen times over the years. When she eagerly spread for me, offering me whatever I wanted, I had to turn her down. I was harder than I could ever remember being in my life, and it was because it was her that I was making love to tonight. Even if it was just my dream Emmie, my body was getting what it wanted and my dick was nearly double in size in my need to have her.
To avoid temptation I turned her over and buried my face between her sweet smelling legs. If I had thought her kiss was the sweetest thing I had ever tasted, I had been severely wrong. How could a woman taste of such sweet nectar? I lapped it all up, smearing her liquid desire all over my face as I felt her come all over my tongue.
I wanted her to taste the sweet treat and kissed her without wiping her desire from my face. She stilled under me when she got that first taste, but then I felt her melting for me again and knew that she enjoyed the flavor of herself. Her teeth bit into my bottom lip, sucking her release from my mouth.
With an agonized groan, I rolled us so she was straddling my waist. This was what I liked… to have her on top while I watched those perfectly formed tits bouncing while she rode me hard. But I needed the words first, needed to hear what I was too much of a coward to ask for when I was awake.
“Tell me you are mine.”
“I’m yours. All yours, Nik!”
I didn’t think about a condom. The only sex I was having was with dream Emmie and I didn’t need them so I stopped carrying them. So when she took all of me into her incredibly tight, agonizingly wet pussy I was bare. If I wasn’t already asleep I was sure that I would have passed out from the sheer pleasure of feeling her stretching to fit me.
I hit a barrier and paused for only a moment before thrusting deep. My heart flipped at the realization that I was dream Emmie’s first. Tears burned my eyes, but I blinked them away as she took me to the very hilt.
She leaned forward, kissing me while those tits that I loved so much skimmed over my chest. I cupped one with my left hand while the other held her firmly in place. Gods, she fit so perfectly in my hand. It was almost as if she was made for me, but I knew it was just my dream giving me an imagined form.
Her pussy grew slicker, wetter with need. When she whimpered my name I gave her what she needed. Her little clit was super sensitive as I rubbed it in tight little circles. She screamed my name as she rocked back and forth. She felt like pure heaven as her walls clenched around me with each glide up and down my shaft.
I knew she was close and I thanked all of those gods that she prayed to because I was holding on to my control by my fingernails. I increased the pressure on her clit and felt her body convulse at the same time her pussy flooded with her release. It was too much, too fucking much!
I came harder than I had in my entire life. Nothing could compare to how incredible making love to my dream Emmie was.
Dream Emmie was fading now that my body was spent. Darkness was rushing up to consume me and I was helpless to escape it.
The next morning I had a hell of a headache and I promised myself I wasn’t ever going to drink like that again. Emmie was waiting for me downstairs in the hotel’s restaurant, ready to have breakfast. I had to push down my urge to kiss her on the lips, knowing that I only had that privilege in my dreams.
While we waited for our meal to arrive I watched as she added more sugar than normal to her coffee. When she overdosed it with too much cream I realized that she wasn’t even paying attention to what she was doing.
“Wake up, baby girl.” I grinned when she muttered a curse and pushed her ruined coffee away.
My grin died. The storm the night before must have kept her up. “Sorry, Em. Did the storm get that bad?”
“Bad enough…”
Chapter 7
…Emmie…
Nik and the guys were on stage when I got the call I knew was coming.