Free My Heart's Beat (Hard Love & Dark Rock #2) by Ashley Grace Page A

dazed and very, very focused.
    Something about his expression, the hunger and the focus, thrilled me inside.  All night long I'd felt overwhelmed—with desire, with awe, with fear.  But as I looked down at Trace's face, and saw the raw hunger there, the unadulterated need, a new feeling took hold of me.
    I felt powerful.
    I took hold of him—feeling the heat of his cock in my hand, feeling it throbbing against my palm—and I began to stroke.
    Trace let out a long groan, his head dropping back, his neck stretching long.
    "Oh my god, Anne," he said, his voice low and husky.  "That feels so fucking good."
    "Good," I whispered back.
    I lowered my mouth to his, kissing him as my hand kept moving, jerking him off.  His mouth opened with a gasp, and I held my mouth over his, breathing in his pleasure, claiming it as mine.
    The thought of the conversation I'd had with Becca came back to me: if you want to make a guy's heart go all gooey, gobble his knob.   The thought made a new desire flare inside of me, so strong I felt my muscles clench low down in my pussy.
    I looked into Trace's eyes, the pupils big and black.  He looked lost in his longing, overwhelmed with what I was making him feel.  I had him in my thrall.
    But still I wanted more.
    I kissed him again on the lips.  I planted a few more kisses along the line of his jaw, the side of his neck, the ridge of his collar bone.  I pressed my lips to the inked skin of his chest, flicked my tongue over his nipple, brushing my cheek across his ribs and abdomen.
    And then I shifted on the bed, moving down past his belly button, bringing my face near his throbbing penis.
    There was nothing I wanted more than to taste it.  But caution stopped me.
    "Trace," I whispered, still stroking his length.  "Do you have a condom?"
    He looked up at me, concern for me showing in his face.
    "I don't, Anne," he said.  "I haven't been in a position to need one for a long time now."
    A crushing feeling of disappointment took hold of me, surprising me by how strong it felt.  I looked back down at his dick, thick and heavy in my hand.  It seemed strangely beautiful to me, somehow, and suddenly the desire to know it with my mouth was vivid and strong.
    "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, Anne," Trace said.
    "I want to taste it," I said, my heart racing when I spoke the words aloud. "But… is it safe?"
    A tenderness came into his eyes.  He propped himself up on his elbow and reached up to stroke my hair, his fingers combing through it, loosening the tangles.
    "I would never want to hurt you, Anne," he said.  "And I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do."
    "But I want to," I said.  "God, I really want to.  I'm just a little scared.  I mean, you're a rock star, and rock stars get around."
    "Some do," he nodded.  "But not me.  Well, at least not recently."
    He dropped his hand, looking at me.
    "About a year ago, I was in the hospital for a few weeks," he said.  "They tested me—for everything—and they did another round of tests just before we started this tour.  I haven't been with anyone during that time.  I'm clean."
    The relief came over me, and I couldn't help but smile.  I looked down at the beautiful cock in my hand, desire rushing through me again.
    "But that doesn't mean you have to do anything, Anne," he said for the third time.
    I looked at him again, feeling the hunger growing inside of me.
    "You did it for me.  And besides… I'm curious."  I dropped my voice to a whisper.  "Plus… it kind of turns me on."
    And then, before inhibition or shyness could stop me, I bent down and took his cock into my mouth.
     

Chapter 10
    Trace
     
    Her hair falling forward to brush against my belly.  Her fingertips tracing over my skin, skimming over me like touching water's surface, the pleasure rippling through me.  The feel of her hand holding me, pulling me, gripping the throbbing center of my desire.  And then, her mouth—hot, wet,