Rock Me Faster (Licks of Leather #4) - Jenna Jacob Page 0,66

stared at her wet pink folds, all swollen and begging for my tongue. The weight of being the first man to lay his tongue on her innocent slit crashed through me and nearly stopped my heart. The demand to release my throbbing cock, squeeze through her tiny passage and claim her innocence, own every drop of her sweet purity, was a living, breathing entity all its own.

Not here, my beast growled.

Right. This was definitely not the place to make her a woman. Harmony’s first time needed to be special, something she could look back on and smile about, not cringe. There was nothing special about a kitchen island in the middle of some stranger’s suite at Madison Square Garden with thousands of fans beyond the glass.

I wanted to take my time and savor every drop of Harmony’s feminine spice. But when I lowered my head and swiped my tongue up her slick, hot center, the taste of her silky juices—coupled with the launch of her hips and gasp of surprise—annihilated want, replacing it with ball-churning demand.

Lapping at her silky passage, I drank down every drop spilling from inside her. As moans, whimpers, and unintelligible words spilled off her tongue, I made passionate love to her with my lips, teeth, and tongue. Afraid of rupturing her precious hymen, I kept my fingers busy, pinching, tugging, and strumming her hard nipples. Inundating her with pleasure, I could feel the lightning slicing through her sizzling on my tongue. The wonder and elation swelling inside her wrapped me and melted the chains that had been binding my heart for what felt like a lifetime.

Lost in the awakening happening inside me, I wasn’t ready to let these priceless moments end. But Harmony’s keening cries, echoing in my ears, told me she was ready to fly away again.

I wrapped my lips around her clit, suckled it into my mouth, and batted the sensitive nub with my tongue. At the same time, I rubbed the hard tips of Harmony’s nipples between my fingers and thumbs, and as her body began to tremble once more, I tugged her erect tips and pressed my tongue to her clit.

Harmony didn’t scream my name…she growled it, like a wild animal.

The beast within me answered with a satisfied purr, as if sensing it had finally found its mate.

Chapter Fourteen

Harmony

I continued floating on some distant planet when Ross helped ease me onto a tall, padded stool backstage. Body humming sweetly, I could still feel his heated breath rippling over my needy girl parts…feel his soft tongue sliding up my seam, sending shockwaves that both demolished me and brought me to life.

With a cocky smirk, a sexy wink, and my whole heart in his hands, Ross and his band brothers raced onto the stage. The fans went berserk. Their cheers and screams were deafening. And like a nova, the electricity in the air went from sizzling to supercharged.

Beside me, Mia and Sofia joined in with the fans, whistling and cheering for the guys. Though my throat was a little raw from panting, moaning, and screaming Ross’s name, I let out a long, loud whoop as he flashed me another hot wink before raising his sticks in the air and slamming them down with a chest-vibrating thud.

He played the drums with such compelling command that I couldn’t look away. I was mesmerized with every bulge of his biceps, bob of his head, and the way he sank his teeth into his bottom lip. Each time he leaned in close to the microphone to sing, I wanted to straddle his hips and kiss the lyric off his tongue.

A shiver of longing sputtered up my spine.

The man defied nature.

His kisses were like biting into a ripe, summer peach. I couldn’t get my fill of his flavor or the plump, soft flesh of his tongue.

Every touch, lick, nip, and tug Ross bestowed sent an avalanche of splendor thundering through me. But what completely blew my mind was how he’d coaxed those magnificent explosions that had been hidden inside me.

I felt alive—completely and utterly alive in ways I’d never known possible.

Was it wrong that my mind, body, and soul were already screaming for more?

Screaming for the taste of his kiss.

Screaming for the feel of his talented tongue teasing and toying the nub still throbbing between my folds.

Screaming for his capable fingers to trace torturous circles around my wet, quivering entrance.

Screaming for him to roll, pinch, and pluck my sensitive nipples.

Screaming for him to send me soaring into the heavens