Rock with Me (With Me in Seattle, #4)(50)

Leo escorts me to the car and holds my door open for me. He’s a gentleman rock star; I’ll give him that.

We’re about halfway home when I just can’t stand it anymore. I unclasp my seatbelt and turn in the seat, startling him.

“What are you doing?”


“Can you scoot that seat back a little more and still drive comfortably?” I ask.

He pushes a button on the side of the seat that moves him back a few inches. I unbuckle his belt and unfasten his loose jeans, pull his growing cock out of his tight black boxer-briefs, and lower my face down to him, suck him into my mouth firmly and groan as he hardens instantly.

“Holy f*ck!” He exclaims and buries one hand in my hair. I don’t give him a chance to get used to my mouth, I assault him, in the best way possible, sucking and running my teeth gently along his skin, licking and gripping him with my lips, jacking him with my hand. “Sam, Jesus, what the hell, baby?”

I prop my ass in the air, my knees on the seat, and grin around his cock when I feel him slap my ass.

I suck harder, and feel the tension grip his thighs just before he comes hard, squirting into the back of my mouth. I swallow quickly and continue to gently caress his dick with my lips until he relaxes in the seat again.

He grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger and lifts my face to his, kisses me deeply and quickly and then smiles with lust in his gray eyes. “Not that I’m complaining because that was fan-f*cking-tastic, but what was that for?”

“I love your cock.” I shrug and sit back in my seat. “I wanted to suck it. So I did.”

“Can’t argue with that.” He laughs. “But you’re lucky I didn’t drive us off the road.”

“You’re a good driver.” I wave him off and laugh. “I wasn’t worried.”

He links his fingers with mine and rubs his thumb over my knuckles. “What color is your underwear?”

“Purple.”

“Are they favorites of yours?” He asks casually.

“I do like them, yes.”

“Then I suggest you take them off before I get my hands on you when we get home unless you want another pair of ripped panties, sunshine, because I’m taking you against the front door.”

“Well, can’t argue with that.”





Chapter Fifteen


Leo shuts my front door behind us, catches my hand in his before I can walk farther into the room, spins me and pushes me up against the door, his mouth on mine and hands yanking and tugging on my clothes.

“You weren’t kidding.”

“Hell, no,” he mutters and pulls my shirt over my head, unclasps and slips my bra off, and cups my breasts in his hands. “Your tits are perfect, you know.”

“They’re not very big.” I wrinkle my nose at him and pull his tee over his head.

“They’re perfect for your small body, baby.” My back arches as his lips claim my right breast, and he tugs my jeans down and off my legs.

“Don’t rip those,” I mutter when his hands close around my panties. He growls and peels them down my legs as well, plants his hands on my ass and lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist, pinning me against the door.

“You make me f*cking crazy,” he murmurs against my lips. “You are so damn hot.” He slips inside me, to the root, and holds me there, between his hard body and the hard door to my back. “I wanted to pull my car over and f*ck you there at the side of the road.”

“Next time.” I grin at him and bite his lower lip, pull on his piercing, and gasp as he thrusts hard, in long, smooth strokes. He’s so strong, his arms are flexed and bracing me firmly.

He buries his face in my neck and bites me lightly, then soothes the skin with his lips. “You feel amazing. God, I love being inside you bare.”

“Mmm,” I agree and bury my hands in his soft hair, pull his head back and kiss him hard, our tongues sliding over each other, noses nuzzling, until I feel my legs start to shake. “Oh, God, Leo.”

“That’s it, baby,” he whispers and increases his speed, “Give it to me.”

“Fuck, f*ck, f*ck,” I chant and suddenly, the orgasm washes over me, clenching every muscle of my body. I cling to him and ride it out, and as I come down, he pivots and carries me across the room, down the hall to the bedroom.

Without pulling out of me, he lays me back on the bed, braces his hands on the mattress at my shoulders, and moves even faster, chasing his own climax.

I reach down between us and circle my clit with my fingers, the zing of electricity spurring my * muscles to tighten around him even more. His eyes are pinned to my fingers, to the place where our bodies are joined.

“So beautiful,” he whispers. “Keep touching yourself.”

“You’re bossy,” I mutter with a grin. His hot gray eyes shoot up to mine and he grins at me, wolfishly, possessively.

He leans down to his elbows, trapping my hand between us, buries his hands in my hair and grins against my lips. “Are you complaining?”

“Nope.” I nibble his lips.

“I didn’t think so,” he whispers and brushes my lips, back and forth, lightly kisses down my jawline to my ear and bites my earlobe. “So beautiful,” he whispers.

With the pressure of my fingers against my nub, Leo’s hips moving quickly and his hard cock moving rhythmically inside me, I’m a goner. My body clenches and I can’t help but cry out as my climax moves through me like an earthquake.