The Rocker Who Savors Me (The Rocker 2)

“I know that. But…” I took a sip of the coffee and nearly choked on whatever was in the cup. It tasted like coffee—strong coffee—but it was so thick I thought I was eating it instead of drinking the stuff. “What is this?” I got out in a croaky voice.

“Jesse’s special cup of Joe,” he informed me with a sly grin. “It puts hair on the chest. The guys live by it… Em, not so much. Do you like it?”

Was it bad that I already felt twitchy from the caffeine? Oh, fuck I was going to be up for days on this stuff. “Does it have speed in it?”

Jesse sighed. “Okay, so maybe I use more coffee than water. But when you live on the road you learn to survive off this stuff.” He took a big swallow from his own mug. “Are you hungry? We can stop for a bite on the way home. Or pick up something.”

I gave him back the coffee. “Or I could cook when we get back.” I picked up my clothes spread around the room and headed for the bathroom. “Give me five minutes.” I needed a shower, but I would have to make do with a quick rinse under the spray.

“Layla…” At the door I stopped when I heard Jesse’s voice. Turning, I found him where I had left him. His entire body looked like it was made of stone as he stood there watching me, his erection sticking out from his body, his arms tense with desire. His obvious need for me made me melt all over again.

I swallowed hard, and with trembling fingers, I got out a quick text to Lana before my mind went blank. I think it said I wouldn’t be home until later, but I couldn’t be sure, because as soon as I hit send I tossed it and my clothes back on the floor and ran across the room. He had already gotten rid of the coffee mugs because his arms caught me against him and lifted me in the air.

“I need to be inside of you so fucking bad, baby.” He breathed against my lips as he slowly lowered me. My body pressed against every inch of his as he carefully sat me on my feet. “Are you on the pill?”

“No.” I told him, not worried about birth control as I licked my way across his chest from one nipple to the other.

“Fuck!” he roared and tossed me on the bed. “I only had one condom.”

My body was already screaming for him. Trying to clear the desire fog from my brain, I started doing math in my head. Swallowing hard, I nodded. “I have never had sex without a condom before,” I told him honestly.

“Me either.” He ran his hands over his head in a way that told me he was frustrated. “And I’m clean, Layla. Em makes us all get tested every six months or so. I just had a complete checkup three months ago…”

I breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m clean too.” I assured him. “I haven’t even had sex in like three years. I had a physical when I started working for Perfectly Clean.”

His eyes darkened. His body seeming to actually grow bigger as he crawled toward me on the bed. “Are you willing to chance it?” He demanded in an almost animalistic sounding voice.

I licked my lips nervously. “It isn’t much of a risk. Right now is a safe time in my cycle. Trust me on this. I’m the most regular person you will ever meet. I could tell you down to the hour when I will get my period.”

“Oh fuck.” He breathed, stopping between my spread thighs and sitting back on his heels. “Layla…”

He didn’t have to say anything more. I knew exactly what was going through his head, because it was going through mine too. Last night had been amazing. I had lost a part of myself to him last night, not just my heart. And to make love without anything separating us, that might just kill us! “Come inside me, Jesse.” I pleaded, trailing my fingers across his stomach. “I’m ready for you.”

“I’ll try to keep my head,” he promised as he gently pushed my thighs further apart. I watched in total fascination as he rubbed his bare dick across my outer lips. When that pink, mushroom shaped head slipped across my clit, I cried out in pleasure so intense it caused my back to arch.

Jesse gritted his teeth as he held his dick in his hand and rubbed it back and forth across my hardened clit, making my already wet pussy flood with liquid desire. I gripped his forearms, my nails sinking into his skin as my head thrashed back and forward almost incoherently. “So wet. So slick. Your pussy is beautiful, baby.”

“Put it inside me. NOW!” I cried out in desperation.

Sweat was already beading on his forehead and upper lip. Drops dripped onto his chest and my stomach. I moaned at the sweet torture of it. Still, he played with me, rubbing that beautiful cock of his back and forth, up and down, in little circles. I was hanging on to the edge of a mind numbing orgasm by my fingertips.

Moaning, I released my hold on his forearms and pinched my nipples. I tugged on them hard, so hard that I lifted each breast toward him. Jolts of pleasure went straight to my pussy and I began to pant. “Ah…Ah…Oh!” I cried. “Oh! Oh! Oh!” I thrust my hips up, trying to force him to slip lower. I could smell the muskiness of his pre-cum already, knew that he was just as lost as I was and we hadn’t even started.

“Oh, God!” Tears slipped from my eyes it felt so good. “Jesse, please,” I sobbed. “I need you now.”

With an animal like growl, he thrust in me so deep and hard that I thought he bruised the walls of my uterus. But it was so good! So amazingly good that it sent me over the edge. My inner muscles contracted hard, and I watched in amazement as his eyes rolled back in his head. He didn’t move after that first hard thrust, but he didn’t have to. My orgasm was milking his own from him. His mouth opened in a silent scream. It was so sexy, so hot, that it intensified my own release.

He seemed frozen like that for nearly a full minute before his muscle started to relax. We were both breathing hard, sweat pouring off of us both. Jesse groaned and fell on top of me, crushing my breasts between us, but I didn’t care. I loved the feel of him against me like his. With him still hard inside of me while the mixture of our release soaked the sheets under me, and he held me tight.

My hands went around him, and I skimmed my fingers up and down his back. Goose flesh popped up along the trail, and I turned my head to lick his neck. He tasted both sweet and salty. His scent invaded my every sense, and I begged God to give me just a few more minutes of this paradise.

Chapter 13

Layla

By the time we got back to Malibu it was getting late.

Jesse pulled up into the driveway in front of the beach house and reluctantly turned off the Escalades engine. I bit my lip, not wanting to part with him any more than he wanted to from me. We had made love so many times I had lost count. That room back in his friend’s house had reeked of sex when we had left, but I hadn’t even cared.