Shane didn’t let go of my hand as he unlocked the door of his apartment. When the deadbolt became tricky, he growled something I couldn’t understand and banged his fist on the thick door before trying again. My heart was racing with excitement as he swung me off my feet and carried me into the apartment, using his foot to slam the door shut as he practically ran toward his bedroom.

His lips were on my neck before we even reached his bed. I thrust my fingers in his hair and held on tight, sighing with pleasure as he licked and nibbled his way to my ear. “Want you so fucking bad, baby.”

Good Lord, I loved how throaty his voice got when he was kissing me. I likened him to an actual demon when it got so deep and raspy like it was now. It made me shiver and gooseflesh pop up along my entire body. My nipples hardened at the sound of that sexy voice, and I ached for him to touch them.

“I want you too,” I whispered.

His hands were busy stripping me faster than I could think. My knee length cashmere skirt went flying, followed by the matching shirt. I didn’t even try to cover myself as he unfastened my bra and bared my breasts. Even though they were so small, he had told me more than once that he loved my breasts.

“Your tits are so beautiful, baby.” He lowered his head and captured one of my nipples while his fingers started tugging on my panties. “You taste as good as you smell!”

Unable to think, there was just too much going on at once, I gave myself over to his experienced hands. I knew that he would take care of me. Something deep inside assured me that Shane would never hurt me when it came to this.

His hands were everywhere: cupping my breasts, pinching my nipples, in my hair, caressing my outer thighs. My need grew with every touch, set my skin aflame in a way that I was sure would leave me with third degree burns before it was all over.

I felt the cool air against my naked flesh before I realized that he had left me. I opened my eyes, looking for him in the darkness. “Sh-Shane?”

“I…I…” I heard his voice along with his labored breathing. “I need a minute, baby. Never been this worked up before.”

My heart melted. He could have taken me then and there. Sought out his pleasure and to hell with my own. But he hadn’t. Instead, he was trying to make this good for me. I scooted to the end of the bed where he was standing, facing away from me while he tried to get his breathing under control.

When my hand touched his bare back, he tensed but didn’t pull away. “Turn around, Shane.”

Slowly, he did as I asked. His erection was straining against his jeans. My mouth went dry at how big he looked through the denim material. With trembling fingers, I reached for the top button and released it. Ever so carefully, I lowered the fly, scared that I would hurt him.

My heart felt like it was going to beat me to death as I tugged until his jeans landed at his feet. His hands were balled into tight fists at his sides, his knuckles white. Shane was holding on to his control by a thread and I only wanted to help him.

Linc went around the apartment regularly with nothing on, and I had to admit that I wasn’t shy about looking my fill when he did it. But my gay friend had nothing on Shane. Sweet Lord, his dick was pure perfection—long and thick, pink with bright blue veins that pulsed with each of his heartbeats. The head was slick with his pre-cum.

“I’m scared,” he whispered.

“Of what?” Shouldn’t I be the one scared? I was the virgin.

I watched as he swallowed hard and fell to his knees in front of me. He looked so lost, so tortured, and it made my heart ache for him. Strong arms wrapped around my waist, his head pillowed in my lap. “I want you so bad, but I’m scared that you aren’t ready for this. If I rush you, I might lose you.”

It was then that I realized that I was already half in love with the rocker. His words broke through some of those stone walls I held erect around my heart, and it was more than a little terrifying to feel them crumbling. But I liked it and wanted to see where this thing with us could lead.

Combing my fingers through his hair, I lowered my head and kissed his cheek. “Come lie with me, Shane,” I murmured. “I want you to hold me.”

Slowly, he lifted his head. I scooted back until I found the pillows and lay down before lifting a hand toward him. He climbed in beside me, and I waited until he was comfortable before pillowing my head on his shoulder. “Baby?”

I smiled as I turned my face into his chest and kissed a spot right over his heart. “Don’t be scared, okay?” Raising my head, I met his blue-gray gaze.

“I’m sorry…” he began, but I shook my head and he shut up.

“Shh. Don’t speak.” I lifted myself up onto my elbow and let my free hand trail across his chest. His heart was still beating fast.

Shane was quiet as I let my hand wander. My fingers traced over his abs. They were hard and ridged. His skin was hot and smooth, and I wondered if it was naturally like that or if he shaved it. I stopped at his naval and let my index finger slip inside to explore. He groaned and shivered, and I glanced up for a quick peek at his face.

His face was one of masculine perfection. Strong and bold. I loved the curve of his jaw. His nose fascinated me because I had never thought of that particular facial feature as sexy before, but on him it was. His eyes were darker, like a stormy sea. And his mouth…

I wanted his wicked mouth on every part of my body.

But not yet. Not until I gave him what he needed.

“Tell me if I’m doing it wrong,” I commanded as I let my hand skim down his stomach. When I reached the base of his erection, I hesitated for only a second before wrapping my fingers around his girth.

“Fuck! Harper…”

I tightened my hold on him and stroked upward until I felt the liquid heat of his pre-cum at the head. He grew longer and thicker in my hand, and I stroked downward until I found his balls. I watched like a voyeur as each stroke produced more and more of the intoxicating scented liquid at the tip and used my thumb to spread it.

Shane started to pant and I increased my speed, stroking harder and faster. His fingers tangled in my hair, and I couldn’t help but feel proud that I was making him feel so good.

“Baby, I’m close. So close.”

Curious about the taste of the sweet smelling liquid his dick kept producing, I stopped stroking and he let out a whimper. “Please, don’t stop,” he groaned.

I ignored his plea. Bending forward, I took the tip into my mouth, licking away the thick, clear liquid. I didn’t know if I liked the taste or not, so I licked it again. Moaning when the taste exploded on my tongue, I licked him harder, taking more of him into my mouth. He grew even harder, stretching my mouth as far as it could go.

“Harper, I’m going to come in your mouth,” he growled.

His words thrilled me and I sucked the tip harder, my teeth accidently nipping him a time or two. Both of my hands encircled his shaft and stroked him while I continued to suck and lick the head. His hands clenched in the bed covers on each side of him, his breathing growing more ragged as I took him just a little deeper and he hit the back of my throat.

“Oh. Fuck!” he shouted, his back arching as he thrust deep into my mouth and I felt the first salty spray of his climax.


Shane

Had I died?

I was sure that if I hadn’t died I was hanging in some kind of limbo, one where your entire body felt like it was floating away. My mind was blank, my body numb. I wasn’t even sure I was breathing.

I could honestly tell you that more than a thousand girls had sucked my dick in my lifetime. Some had really known what they were doing, while others had looked at it as just something to do to get the rock star off.

And then there was Harper.

She had been clumsy and completely inexperienced. She had left her teeth marks from where she had accidentally bitten me more than once. But nothing could compare to how good she made me feel, how crazy I’d been as I sought out my release in her hot little mouth.

Now, as I slowly floated back down from the biggest climax of my fucking life, I found that I was still struggling to catch my breath. Her head was lying on my stomach while she trailed her nails up and down my still half-hard cock. “Baby?”

Caramel hair shifted over my abdomen as she turned her head, and I was assaulted by those gorgeous violet eyes. I could see the pent up desire burning deep in their depths, but what had me catching my breath was the one look I had hoped to see there since I realized just how I felt for her.

Maybe she didn’t even realize it yet, but I knew that she cared just as deeply as I did.

“Still scared?” she murmured, tracing her nails up and down the length of my stiff shaft.

Reaching out, I cupped her beautiful face. “Terrified,” I assured her with complete sincerity.

I flipped Harper onto her back. We fit just as I knew we would—perfectly. The way she spread her legs for me, so trusting. My cock fit like a missing puzzle piece against her. The way those incredible breasts pushed against my chest. She was my other half, and I was going to show her just how perfect we were for each other.

I wanted to tell her. The need to make promises that I intended to keep to my last breath was almost overwhelming. I knew she wasn’t ready to hear them. So I showed her instead.

I could taste myself on her lips when I kissed her. It wasn’t a great taste, and it brought back so many horrible memories. I tensed and started to draw back, but the gentle touch of her hands on my back soothed me. I left her mouth, kissing down her throat and across her collar bone.