Page 81 of Hard Rock Tease
His eyes glinted with a dark heat. "You sure?"
I nodded enthusiastically. With two hands on my hips he shifted me down and turned me over on my stomach until I was bent over the side of the bed, my ass up. He pressed up against me. He was right at my entrance, his blunt cockhead nested between my folds.
"You wanted it hard and fast?"
I nodded shakily, grasping at the bedsheets.
"I'm going to give you exactly what you need," he growled in my ear. "Gonna fuck this tight cunt of yours until you break."
"God yes," I moaned. "Break me."
He shoved himself inside, warm and hard andbig.I gasped out loud as he entered me, then moaned as he withdrew. His cock was so huge, already. It felt even bigger in this position, me on my stomach, my back arched, my ass in the air.
He didn't go slow. He gave me exactly what I'd asked for. He pounded into me, pummeling me with hard, fast stroke, his cock beating a path inside me. I moaned in delight as the fat head of his cock stretched my entrance with every push and pull. I felt myself flutter and pulse around him.
He grabbed my ass and tilted my hips up, slamming inside again. My eyes flew open and I choked out a cry as he went deep, so deep, deeper than I thought he'd ever gone before. He drove his cock home, all the way to my very core.
I was overcome with the sensation of being filled, of being fucked. I was about to lose my mind with pleasure. My mouth hung open as I gasped for air. Strands of hair clung to my cheeks, wet with unbidden tears. I let out a continuous series of moans as his thick cock forced my pussy to the breaking point, like he'd promised. He made me take every single inch of him and I loved it.
"Come for me," he demanded, pressing a thumb to my clit. "Come on my cock."
I shrieked, limbs thrashing as I came, squeezing down around him. He growled, low in his chest, a wild sound. He slammed into me with brutal thrusts, twitching and pulsing as he found his release. I felt him spill inside me, liquid heat filling me like I'd been craving.
We shook and panted and trembled together for what seemed like hours. The haze of pleasure left me numb, almost unable to move, unable to think.
Finally it subsided. I collapsed onto the mattress, face first. Noah pulled out and gently rolled me over.
"Don't suffocate yourself," he said with a soft smile.
"I can't move," I moaned. "You broke me."
"You asked for it."
"I did," I agreed. I pulled him into my arms and snuggled against his chest. "Thank you."
"For the fucking of a lifetime?"
"For that, too. But mostly for distracting me. I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown."
He pressed a kiss to my forehead. "I know you feel like you aren't good enough, but I promise you. You're talented. You've got a gift. It may not come easy to you, but true art never does."
"Writing music should feel like you're slicing open your veins," I mused, repeating what he'd told me. "Pretty strong words for someone who considers himself a sell out."
He shrugged, looking uncomfortable. "There's a difference between writing cliched lyrics for an album and composing a song that has personal meaning."
I sat up in his arms, meeting his gaze. "That song you played before. The one you said you wrote for Lily. Is that what it was like when you were composing it? Did you feel like you were bleeding onto the music sheets?"
His eyes were solemn. "Yes. Lily draws for me. I make music for her."
I let out a deep breath. "I wish I had that much passion. That much creativity."
He stroked a strand of hair away from my face. "You do. I don't know why you always put yourself down."
I went quiet for a moment.
"I can hear you thinking," Noah said. "You can talk to me. I'll listen."
He repeated the words I'd said to him weeks before. Noah had shared his past with me, but I hadn't shared mine with him. He knew a bit, but not all the details.
