I leaned up on my elbows and nipped his earlobe. “As rough as you can give it to me, Iceman.”
With a groan, Jake came to me, and I spread my legs wide, getting ready to take him. My entire body heated, and my clit throbbed, nipples still peaked as he hitched my leg again from under the knee and held it high. “Sexy as goddamned fuck,” he muttered.
I felt his cock nudge my opening, then his hips jerked, and he pushed inside, filling me up. He rooted himself to me, no inch spared, and ground his hips in a circular motion, catching my clit on the pass before pulling all the way out to the tip until I felt empty and slamming back inside again.
My pussy ached, it was so full of him, and he ground into me again, lowering his mouth to suck on my neck. Waves of pleasure ebbed through my body, my pussy pulsed, and my clit hummed every time the base of his hard, thick cock circled against it, giving me the friction I needed to start building to my climax.
Jacob hoisted my knees higher until they were almost flush with my chest, gaining access to go deeper than anyone had before.
He slammed his cock inside, then pulled out to the tip before thrusting hard again, over and over, until my eyes rolled into the back of my head and my walls clenched around him.
I got lost in the moment and in the force of the intense pleasure he was giving me. “Fuck... Jacob... yeah, baby, fuck me hard.” My words were a chant, almost nonsensical, as I begged him to fuck me rough and to never stop.
My orgasm, when it came, was like a white-hot poker spearing through me, and I cried out into the room, every muscle on fire, the tendons in my neck straining as he bit down on my throat and sucked hard.
I cried out, “Don’t fucking stop.”
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned. “Come on my cock, Saint.”
I let out a keening cry as the waves of pleasure enveloped me. My fingernails dug into his ass, and I held on tight as he fucked me hard through my orgasm.
He let out a shout, and I felt his cock swell. Then warmth flooded me, and I felt a pulsing sensation as he filled the condom with his hot cum. His hips lost allrhythm, and he panted against my throat, his teeth scraping against my fluttering pulse as I came back to Earth with a satisfied sigh.
His pounding began to slow and soften until it became a gentle glide, and I felt the tension leave his body. He slumped down, releasing my knee, his hand going straight to my breast and cupping it gently.
Jacob lifted his head and stared down at me, his lips quirking. “You okay?”
I smiled like the cat who got the cream (because right then, that’s what I was) and nodded enthusiastically.
“One of these days, I’ll fuck you all night”—he checked the clock on my nightstand—“not just for forty minutes.”
“I don’t care,” I whispered. “It’s never been this good for me. I like how spontaneous we are. I love how we can be sitting, having a conversation, a deep one at that, and then you pounce on me like you’re starving, and I’m your next meal.”
“It’s you and that guitar,” he rumbled, his icy eyes softening. “You do things to me. You’re like a beautiful songbird. Never believed in magic before; never had reason to. But you weave a spell on me that I never wanna break.”
“For someone who says he’s not romantic, you make my heart do somersaults, Jacob Irons.”
His answering grin was full of mischief. “I’ve got a few good lines up my sleeve. You may be a songbird, but I’m a pilot, baby. I can take you to heaven and back.”
Outwardly, I groaned at the cheesiness of his line, but inside, I melted.
His hands caught mine, and he dragged them up the bed until they rested beside my head. “Loved you then,” he whispered. “Love you now. And I’ll love you forever.”
A rush of warmth spread through me, mingling with the desire I always felt when I was around him. My eyes filled with tears of emotion.
It was the first time he’d told me he loved me.
The first time anyone had where it was real, and not because I was performing on stage.
“I sing to thousands of people all over the world,” I croaked. “But nobody ever saw me the way you do. Nobody ever made me feel so seen or so relevant. To you, I’m not Saint McClure, the rock singer; I’m just me, and you’re just you.”
He rolled us until we lay on our sides again, facing each other the same way we did before we fucked. “Nah, baby. I’m Iceman. Biker bad boy and bodyguard who’s gonna corrupt my sweet, innocent girl and make her beg for my dick.”
I giggled, storing that information in my head for future use.
“You gonna corrupt me, big, bad biker Iceman?” I asked softly.
He nodded, cupping my jaw before kissing me hard on the lips, and we began to make out again. My hand slid around to grasp his ass, and he moaned into my mouth. “Fuck, baby. How the hell am I hard agai?—”
