by Jenna Jacob
“Since I didn’t think you’d say yes if I invited you to join me on stage—”
“Absolutely not.” She snapped her head toward me.
Fear was etched so deeply in her pretty face that I couldn’t keep from stroking her flesh to smooth it away. A shiver quaked her as the air between us turned thick and pulsing in need. Her plump, glossy lips called to me like a beacon in a storm. And as her enticing pillows parted slightly, my cock turned to granite.
Without thinking, I cupped her nape, then leaned in to taste her tempting lips. The voice in my head began to shriek, Don’t do it. Don’t even think about it, fucker. You’ll lose control and wind up killing her, too.
My blood turned to ice. Every muscle in my body seized as memories, I had no business revisiting surged to the surface sending my heart slamming against my ribs. Frantically shoving the past down deep, I eased my hand from under her hair and took a step back.
Harmony’s brows furrowed in disappointment as she clutched my shirt and shook her head. “Don’t…don’t pull away. Please. I need you to kiss me…kiss me like you care.”
“But I don’t,” I lied.
“Yes, you do. I know you do. You wouldn’t have brought me here and shown me all this if you didn’t feel—”
“I was just being—”
“Nice? Yes, showing me your fans was beyond nice.” She nodded, moving in closer, pressing her supple breasts against my chest and tipping her head back until her lips were perfectly poised beneath mine. “But I’m aching for you to do something nicer…kiss me. Please.”
Harmony’s breathless plea shredded my resolve to ribbons.
Cupping her nape once more, I let the heat of her flesh sear my palm.
Let her scent saturate my brain until I was dizzy.
Let myself get completely lost in those shimmering silver-blue eyes.
I leaned in and hovered over her sinful mouth, savoring the feel of her quick shallow breaths caress my lips.
“Please,” she whimpered.
Her eyes slid shut as she lifted her chin, sending her damp exhalations dancing over my tongue. The little voice in my head started to issue another warning, but the beast roared and snarled, drowning out everything but the almighty need to grant this delicate angel her wish.
“Oh, fuck, princess,” I softly growled.
Dropping my chin, I dissolved against her silky lips.
Instead of eating at her like a man possessed, to scare her away, I took my time and savored the texture and taste of her sweet mouth. Relished the sound of her soft kitten-like moans. Memorized the feel of her slender arms now draped over my wide shoulders, and the way her body aligned utterly perfectly to mine.
Little by little, I ramped up the kiss and slid my tongue along the seam of her lips. Taunting, teasing, I sought her permission to glide past those plump pillows. I could taste the hesitation and desire warring inside her. Unwilling to force my way in, I coerced her with a deliberate and unhurried glide of my tongue until Harmony slowly parted and welcomed me.
Tamping down the drumming desire to plunge deep and claim her, I slowly worked my way into her soft liquid heat while memorizing each velvety swell and crevice. I glided a hand into her satiny curls, soft as summer rain, and clenched a fist. Then holding her beneath my mouth, I notched the kiss from smoldering to incinerating.
Mewling softly, Harmony rocked her hips, as if trying to relieve the thunder of desire coalescing between her legs. The unpracticed scrape of her feminine heat was wrecking me. My cock throbbed and wept so badly I wanted to howl.
A second later, it hit me… I was touching, kissing, and commanding Harmony yet still a hundred and ten percent in control. What the fuck?
Where was the panic? The tsunami of guilt and anguish?
Though my beast was eager to claim and hungry to own, it wasn’t poised to pounce, pacing, snarling, or tugging on its chain. Instead, my sexual passions were patiently waiting and watching as if knowing Harmony was far too pure and fragile to expose to those dangerous desires.
How long had this balance and stability been sleeping inside me?
I didn’t have a clue. I’d been a coward…too scared to even try to have a normal sex life again. It was easier to believe the only way I could stay in control was by giving mine away.
I never intended to be your crutch, Angie’s voice whispered through me.
No, but I’d used her as one all the same.
Harmony’s kiss was still searing my cells as I pulled back and raised my heavy lids. Her eyes were closed. Her succulent lips were swollen, glistening, and parted so sensually, so willing, trusting, and ready it squeezed my heart.
Put the past to rest once and for all, Angie’s voice whispered before floating away.
Yes, it was time, past time. I think, deep down, I’d known that for years. I just didn’t know how. Was I brave enough to let go of the guilt?
As if sensing my inner turmoil, Harmony lifted her thick lashes and blinked up at me.
Her eyes were glazed in need. Her chest rose and fell with each panted breath, and a low, needy moan seeped from her throat. And at that moment, I knew with certain clarity that this innocent, sheltered beauty might very well be my only salvation. And that I would cut off my own arm and pull out my heart before I’d ever hurt her in any way.
“I don’t know what’s happening. I feel like I’m going to burst into flames.”
“Do you ache?” I asked, dragging my finger over her lush bottom lip.
“Yes.”
“Is your body throbbing?” I whispered, brushing a barely there caress up the outside swell of her breast.
“Like a drum,” she breathlessly groaned.
“Do you want me to make it feel better?”
I couldn’t in good conscience let her continue to suffer like this…couldn’t be a raging bastard and make her simmer all night without helping her find the relief she so desperately craved. Yeah, who was I kidding? I was crawling out of my skin for the chance to feel, hear, and watch Harmony shatter.
“You can do that?”
“Absolutely, princess.”
“Yes…yes. I need you to make it stop.”
“Mmm, it’ll be my pleasure,” I moaned, dragging my tongue up the column of her neck and nipping the lobe of her ear. “It’s going to get a lot more intense before it stops. Do you trust me…trust me to put my hands up your dress…dance my fingers over your flesh, and put that fire out?”
“Oh, god,” she mewled. “It’s getting worse.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes. Yes. A million times yes.”
“That’s all I need to hear, princess.”
Meshing my lips to hers, I picked up where we’d left off, as I skimmed my hand down her hip and under the short hem of her shimmering dress. Her silky flesh warmed my palm as I glided my hand up her slender leg—dragging the hem of her dress with me. The heat of her untouched pussy enveloped my fingers. When I reached the juncture of her thighs, ready to slide my digits beneath the elastic of her panties, I was stunned to discover that Harmony wasn’t wearing any.
Good, they’d only get in my way.
She sucked my tongue as if it were my cock, blowing my mind and melting my resolve. Softly kneading the flesh at her hip, I slid my thumb along the tender crease of her thigh. Anticipating the feel of her soft, saturated curls grazing my knuckles, I was perplexed when all I felt was heat…wet, inviting heat. Dragging my lips down her neck, I eased back and peeked between her legs.
The sight of her bare pussy knocked the breath from my lungs and sent a whole new kind of fire erupting inside me.
“Oh, princess…” I panted. “Did you do this for me?”
“What?” Harmony croaked in a half whisper, half-moan.
Reaching between her legs, I dragged the pads of my fingers up her swollen folds. “You don’t have any hair down here…did you do that for me?”
“Mia.”
“You shaved your pussy for…Mia?�
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“No. She took me to a spa.”
“Ah. I like it…like it a lot. In fact—” I darted a glance over my shoulder. When I spied the tall, marble-topped table, like the island in my kitchen at home, I released Harmony’s hair. Filling my palms with her luscious ass cheeks, I lifted her off the floor. “Wrap your legs around me, princess.”
“W-where are we going?” she stammered as she complied.
“Right here,” I answered, setting her down on the tabletop.
“B-but why?”
“You still trust me?”
“Of course.”
“Then let me show you.” I claimed her mouth again and cupped her tempting breasts.
As I brushed my thumbs over her pebbled nipples, Harmony squealed and sank her fingernails into my biceps. Oh, yes… She was nice and sensitive there. I wanted to spend long hours torturing those tender tips and drinking in her cries of desperation.
The need to feel the heat of her heavy orbs in my palms pressed in all around me. I had to have my fingers, mouth, teeth, and tongue on them, now.
Harmony mewled, moaned, and rocked on the marble surface as I worked the sequin fabric off her shoulders. Begrudgingly lifting from the addicting sweet warmth of her mouth, I dragged my stare to her breasts and blinked at the flower-shaped material stuck on the underside of each one.
“What are these?” I asked, tracing a finger over one petal.
“It’s a bra but not a bra,” she panted.
“How do I get them off?”
“Peel them away.”
“Will it hurt…will they re-stick?”
“I don’t know…I don’t care, just get them off. Get everything off. I’m burning alive.”
She had no idea how hot the flames were going to get.
“Hang on. I hope this doesn’t hurt,” I warned before tearing the flowers away.
Harmony didn’t even bat a glassy, lust-filled eye. Tossing the petals on the purse beside her, I cupped her breasts, savoring the weight, heat, and how perfectly they filled my hands. Then I gently brushed my thumbs over each stony peak, growling as she gasped, groaned, and bounced her hips.
“Hang on, baby. If I do this right, you’re in for a wild ride.” I sent her a smoldering smile.
“It’s already wild. I feel like I’m speeding toward…something. I just don’t know what it is.”
Pausing, I hovered over one dusty-pink puckered nipple and arched my brows. “You’ve had an orgasm before, right?”
“I-I don’t think so.”
“Do you masturbate?”
“No. I share a small trailer with my dad No privacy.”
“So you’ve never even touched this pretty pussy before?” I asked lifting the hem of her dress and locking my stare on her pink swollen folds.
“A couple times in the shower. There’s a little nub down there that tingles when I touch it, but…”
“That nub is called a clit, and I can make it do a whole lot more than tingle.”
“Why is it throbbing so hard?”
“Because it needs relief, the relief I’m going to give you.”
“H-how?”
“Close your eyes, princess. I’ll take good care of you.”
Nibbling her bottom lip, Harmony nodded. Her dusty-pink nipples, hard as ripe cherries, screamed for my attention. But I refused to latch on to them until I worked her into a rolling boil again. Sucking her bottom lip between my teeth, I pulled her plump flesh into my mouth, tugging and laving, until our tongues were tangling. Patience at a premium, I waited until her needy whimpers vibrated across my tongue and the sexual urgency in the room pegged the red. Then I made my move. Strumming her nipples, I trailed kisses and love bites down her slender throat before laving a trail of fire with my tongue to each breast.
Harmony clutched my head and groaned as she arched her back, eagerly imploring me to take my fill. I circled the crinkled flesh of her areola before kissing my way to the other and bestowing the same painstakingly slow attention.
“Ross,” she panted. “I’m burning from the inside out.”
“Relax. I’ll put out your flames.”
“Hurry,” she whimpered.
Not on your life.
Dipping my head, I opened wide and pulled her pillowy flesh into my mouth. Humming with need, I laved her hard nipples and lashed them with my tongue while drinking in her mindless moans, whimpers, and squeals of needy agony. The sensual music sliding from her throat was the sweetest song I’d ever heard.
Sucking, nipping, tugging, and laving each beaded berry, I lowered my hand between her legs and gently stroked the silky bare flesh of her mound.
“Help me,” Harmony panted as she clutched my head and writhed desperately.
“You won’t have to suffer much longer, princess.”
Purposely steering clear of her engorged clit, I focused her attention on every new sensation assaulting her body and mind. When her frantic whimpers morphed into keening cries of desperation, I pressed my fingers between her slippery folds. Careful not to disturb her fragile membrane—I wanted to save her one-time treasure for the night I could claim her properly with my cock—I coated my fingers in her hot virgin nectar.
Lifting my head, I watched pleasure play across her face, watched the flush climb her flesh, and began slowly stroking her swollen clit. Harmony’s legs fell open as she lifted her heavy eyelids and panted out my name. Confusion and slivers of fear skipped over her glassy eyes.
“I’ve got you, princess. You’re doing beautifully.”
Tracing my fingers around her flowing center, I dragged my tongue up the inside of her thigh, wishing I was lapping every drop from her sweltering slit. Cock screaming, I savored every ripple of pleasure fluttering through her body. Pressing two fingers against her hard clit, I stroked her with purpose.
When her limbs began to tremble and her keening cries filled the room, my heart squeezed. I was the first man to ever set her free. The first man to ever watch her come undone. The first man to give this stunning young woman the ground-quaking pleasure she deserved.
“That’s it… Let go and fly for me, princess.”
Holding my breath, I watched in awe as every muscle in Harmony’s body seized.
Watched in rapture as she tossed her head back and screamed my name.
Watched the waves of ecstasy pull her under a rolling tide of powerful pulses and quivering pleasure.
My heart stopped.
My blood boiled.
Being the first man to ever see her shatter completely for the first time was the single most life-altering experience of my whole fucking life.
More potent and exhilarating than performing for the fans below us.
More beautiful than any sunrise or sunset on Burk’s lanai in Maui.
More addictive and euphoric than any drug I’d ever put in my body.
More.
More.
Every cell inside me thundered for more.
Dragging my fingers from Harmony’s clutching folds, I licked and sucked them clean. Her tart, warm nectar danced over my taste buds as I slid a gaze up her flushed body and smiled at her dreamy, sated stare.
More.
More.
As the unrelenting chat drummed through me, I eased Harmony back onto the marble surface, laving and sucking her nipples, before claiming her mouth in a soulful, passionate kiss.
“Ross,” she whispered, cupping my cheek.
“More.”
“What?”
“I want more.”
“B-but… I don’t think I can do that again.”
“Shhh. Close your eyes and feel. I’ll take care of the rest.”
Still floating in the clouds, Harmony issued a gratified sigh as her eyes slid shut.
As I skimmed my hands up her legs, the lights in the arena dimmed and a spotlight hit the stage.
Fuck.
Mia was about to perform.
The cell phone in my pocket began to vibrate.
&nbs
p; Double fuck.
I was running out of time.
Sorry, guys, you’re gonna have to wait. I’m not passing up the chance to taste Harmony for you or anyone else.
Gliding my hands up her slender thighs, I parted her legs and 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.