Page 31 of Hard Rock Tease
"Am I wrong?"
I ignored the question and sipped on my beer.
Noah stared at me silently for a few moments before grabbing my hand. "Put your drink down. Come with me."
I frowned as he tugged me away from the bar. "I'm not finished."
"Jessie, I'm borrowing the back room for a minute," Noah called out across the room where Jessie was cleaning up tables.
"Have fun, kids!" she called back. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
Noah marched me through a set of double doors, leading me into some sort of store room with extra tables and chairs, boxes piled on top of one another and cases of alcohol stacked in the corner. "What are you—"
Noah spun me around, pushing me against the wall. My lungs froze at the simmering heat in his dark eyes.
"I don't do long walks on the beach. I don't do candlelit dinners." He said the words as if they tasted awful on his tongue. "I sure as fuck don't do romance."
"I know."
"But Iwilltell you to get over your self esteem issues and stop doubting yourself because you're talented." His eyes pierced me to my very core. "You got that?"
My heart fluttered. As abrasive as he was, the words were almost sweet, in a Noah Hart sort of way. "Yeah. I got it."
"Good." He eyed me for another few moments before a smirk crossed his face. "And now I'm gonna fuck that sweet cunt of yours so hard you'll be ruined for all other men."
My insides quivered and pulsed.
"Do it," I said. "Ruin me."
His eyes flashed with a dark burning heat. He fisted my hair in a tight, almost painful grip and tugged until his lips came crashing down on mine.
I moaned into the kiss, opening for him, letting our tongues flick and brush together. He pressed me into the wall, shoving at me with his hands and hips. There wasn't an inch of space between our bodies. He ravished my mouth until it felt bruised and swollen, until I was breathless with need.
His knee pressed between my legs, parting my thighs and hiking up the hem of my skirt. Without meaning to, I found myself grinding down against the rough fabric of his jeans. He cupped my ass, giving it a squeeze, before taking my leg and wrapping it around his hip.
I knew I shouldn't have let him pull me into the backroom. I definitely shouldn't have given in to his kiss. It was too late now. I was wet and swollen and aching. I let out a shuddering breath as his fingers explored my folds through my thin cotton panties. He slipped a single finger under the elastic and pushed into me. My mind shut off, all my inner protests ceasing.
"So fucking tight," he growled into my mouth. "Can't wait to feel you squeezing and pulsing around my cock."
My inner muscles clenched down even harder at those words. I felt him twitch in his pants, his length filling out, expanding. With shaky hands, I hurriedly unzipped his pants, my mouth watering as his heavy cock fell into my hands. I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking up and down with soft touches. The heat of him, the hardness of him in my hands, was maddening. He was absolute perfection.
Noah groaned and tangled my hair in his hand, tilting my head back to meet his gaze.
"I'm going to fuck you now." His dark eyes pierced into me. "I'm going to bury myself so deep inside that tight cunt you'll feel me for days."
Noah spun me around until my front was pressed against the wall. He took my hips in his hands and pulled me back until my ass was grinding against his cock. He flipped my skirt up, baring me to the cool air. I shivered. He ran a warm hand up and down my back, no doubt feeling every tremble, every shake.
"You need something?" he murmured in my ear.
I nodded my head, shuddering. I felt him take himself in hand, rubbing his cockhead against my wet folds. The texture of the tip was different, and I knew he'd put on protection.
"You know what I want to hear."
"Please," I whined. I placed both palms firmly against the wall, pushing back against him. "I can't…"
"Beg me," he demanded.
"I need you," I whimpered.
