Page 38 of Hard Rock Tease
"I need you." The words were almost desperate. He brought my wrist to his mouth in a soft kiss. "Please. Don't leave."
My pulse jumped erratically at the touch of his lips on my skin.
"Okay," I said quietly. "I'll stay. I'll help you."
His eyes flashed with relief. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. The spark that jumped between us was electric. I moaned softly, letting his tongue brush mine for a few moments. His hand snaked up my thigh, his fingers exploring beneath my skirt. He tugged at the elastic of my panties. I stifled a whimper before pulling away. I put my hands on Noah's chest.
"We're in public."
He pulled me back to him. "We're in a limo."
"In the middle of a parking lot."
"No one's around."
"The driver's up front."
"There's a partition. Besides, he's seen worse."
"Noah…" I said in a warning tone.
"Jennifer…" he mocked.
His dark eyes were burning and intense. His mouth was red from our kisses. His dark hair was still messy and tousled from his performance on stage. His leather pants were soft and supple under my fingers. I had a rock star god underneath me. No. I had Noah underneath me. My Noah.
I gave in and returned his kiss.
"That's my good girl," he murmured against my lips.
He tugged until I was sitting across his lap, until our hips bumped together. His cock was already hardening. I bucked my hips forwards, pressing against him.
"Jen," Noah groaned, shifting in his seat. "Fuck."
A new idea came to me. I slithered down from his lap. He looked confused for a moment, as if wondering why I was leaving. I knelt in front of him, in the middle of the limo. I was on my knees, my gaze focused entirely on the bulge in his pants growing larger with every second I continued staring at it.
I pressed my palm against the stiff length through his pants. Noah inhaled a sharp breath. I lifted my eyes to meet his.
His gaze burned into me with a level of intensity I'd yet to see. It froze all the air in my lungs.
"You want to take me in your mouth?" he murmured.
I flushed, ducking my head.
"Don't get shy, now," he admonished, tipping my head up, forcing me to look at him. "All you need to do is ask."
I nodded shakily. "I want it."
He brought a hand to my cheek, brushing my bottom lip with his thumb. "Been dreaming about those pretty pink lips of yours." His eyes were transfixed on my mouth, as if he couldn't look away. "Been thinking about that mouth stretched around my cock for weeks." He pushed through my lips, resting the pad of his thumb against my tongue, stroking softly. "I'm dying to see how deep you can take me."
My cheeks flushed, but not with embarrassment this time. With arousal. I wanted to see how deep I could take him, too. My mouth watered at the thought.
His hand left my cheek to sift through my hair. "Take me in your hands."
I lowered his zipper and his cock sprang free. Noah always went commando. I wrapped one hand around him. Noah hissed. I stroked with a soft touch as I examined him closely. He was so big, thick, and burning hot under my fingers.
I leaned forward to take him in my mouth. Noah fisted my hair and tugged, stopping me.
"Tell me what you want."
