One single finger ran over the center of my achy, needy core, and I grabbed the sheets under me and cried out. The shots of intense pleasure that went through every cell in my body made me feel like I was about to explode.
His hands were whipping my panties off before I could focus again. I opened my eyes to see his head as it lowered to settle between my legs.
The first hot contact with his magical tongue made me lose my mind. I wasn’t sure what I said or begged or promised, but I was panting and begging. That much I knew. Rock’s mouth kissed and licked the achy need, making it worse and better all at once.
I grabbed his shoulders, and my nails bit into his flesh. I couldn’t stop myself. I was about to explode and I didn’t know how to control myself. I wanted this and I was terrified of it.
“Never wanted to taste pu**y before, Trisha, but I swear to God you taste like sunshine and sugar. I could eat you for hours and not get enough.” Rock swore before sliding his tongue inside me. I bucked against him and my world blew up. Light sent off a million colors behind my eyelids, and I was screaming Rock’s name while the bed and everything else spun away from me. I was riding a wave of perfection that I never wanted to get off of.
I heard Rock saying something in the distance, but my body was jerking as those aches and throbs reached a point where they exploded, just like I’d feared. Except it was beautiful. So beautiful I wanted this feeling forever.
It began to fade, and my mind was slowly processing the fact that I had lost myself for a moment and I wasn’t sure what I had done or said while I was lost.
Rock was staring down at me as I opened my eyes, and the first thing I realized was that his h*ps were settled between my legs and he was naked. The hardness I had felt through his jeans many times was now pressing against my oversensitive center, which was already getting excited over another round.
“That was the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. I swear, Trisha, nothing will ever compare to the look on your face just now,” he said, an intensity in his eyes that warmed my heart. “I want inside you. I want to make love to you. I want to be so deep inside you that you’re a part of me.”
Yes. All of that. Yes.
I nodded, and he closed his eyes and whispered what sounded like “Thank God.” When he opened his eyes again, he ran his lips across my collarbone, then up my neck, before he kissed the area behind my ear. “It’ll hurt at first. But I swear I’ll make sure you feel that sweet place again. Trust me.”
“I love you,” was my response.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispered as his hard tip entered me, stretching me in a way that felt right.
I let my legs fall open all the way, and his body shuddered over me. Then he eased in farther until the tight sharpness bit me just before I felt him break through the barrier. I grabbed his arms and held back the cry in my throat. I didn’t want him to stop.
He froze once he was completely inside me. I felt full as the sharp pain throbbed, until it began to ease.
“I’m okay,” I told him, and he inhaled sharply.
Then he moved and a slow burn began in me. With each move of his h*ps I lost my breath and made a noise.
“I love you. I love you so damn much. You make me crazy. You’re mine, Trisha. You’ll always be mine.”
His words warmed me. I slid my legs up the back of his and locked them around his waist.
“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned, and buried his face in my neck. “Them long legs of yours. Just damn, baby. I’m the luckiest son of a bitch in the world.”
Smiling only for a moment, I enjoyed knowing I had the power to bring this big man to this. He wanted me, and I had him as insanely wrapped up in me as I was in him.
The build that I had felt before began to grow again with each rock of his hips. I craved that feeling. Pressing into him, I let the pleasure rise in me. Just before it claimed me again, I begged for it.
“GAAAAHHHHH!” Rock’s roar and trembling and jerking of his body sent me spiraling off again.
“Trisha! Fuck!” he cried out, just before I lost my grasp on reality.
Rock
Six years ago . . .
Standing inside the one-bedroom apartment I had just paid a year’s worth of rent on in order to get approved for the lease, I realized I had done it. Working nights wasn’t easy, but it was worth it. I had all the money I needed to move Trisha in with me. Telling my dad that I wasn’t signing with any of the four SEC football teams that were trying to get me was the last thing I had to face. He’d be furious and he’d kick me out. But that didn’t matter now.
I had a truck of my own and an apartment. I had a job that I was going to be able to work at more once I graduated in six months. Trisha wasn’t going to be left in that shithole with her wicked stepmother anymore. Once I rescued Trisha, I knew Krit would be gone too. He would have left already if it weren’t for Trisha.
Krit had already said he was moving in with Legend, an older guy in his band, the moment I got Trisha out of his mom’s trailer. Trisha didn’t like that idea, but her little brother was sixteen now. He was also six foot two and had grown into that tall lankiness. He could take care of himself. Convincing her of that was difficult, though.
Dewayne and his dad were bringing me some furniture Mrs. T said she didn’t need anymore and insisted I should take. Dewayne had told me that she was also sending me towels, pots and pans, dishes, rugs, and even a quilt. I didn’t argue with her, although I had a feeling she was giving me stuff she was going to have to replace in her own house.