Page 97 of Hard Rock Tease

He pressed me against the hard brick wall, kissing me with a desperation that made my stomach flip. My body reacted to his instinctively, matching every breath, every touch of his lips, every brush of his tongue. His hands cupped my ass, grinding our hips together. He was already so hard. My hands trembled with impatience as I reached for the zipper of his jeans and pulled it down.

Noah hissed as I took his cock in my hand. I stroked it lightly, using my thumb to play with his cockhead, spreading around the beads of liquid weeping from the tip.

His fingers trailed up my inner thighs, lifting the hem of my dress until he reached the elastic of my panties. He carefully brushed two fingers between the valley of my legs. I let out a soft moan at the touch. He hummed in satisfaction as he pulled my panties down my thighs.

"You're already so wet for me," he murmured. "Do you want my cock that bad?"

"You know I do." I stepped out of my panties and hitched one leg around his waist. I looked up to meet his eyes. "I want your cock fucking me until I scream."

His eyes flashed with heat. He picked me up and pressed my back against the rough wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist. His cock was right there, so close to where I needed him. He angled his cock until it was nestled in my folds, barely entering me. I squirmed and wiggled my hips, trying to take him inside of me.

"So fucking eager," Noah growled. "I'm going to make you take every single inch of me."

"Do it," I moaned, digging my nails into his shoulders. "Make me take it all."

With a snap of his hips he thrust into me. I let out a sharp gasp, then a moan as his cock filled me, stretching me, spreading me wide. The feeling of him sliding into my depths was incredible. He didn't stop pushing until he was seated deep inside me, giving me every inch like he said he would.

"Move," I demanded with a whimper, rocking my hips back and forth.

He pulled out and thrust back in again, his thick cock dragging deliciously against my inner walls. He went slow at first, then began slamming into me faster and faster. The feeling of him fucking me full of his cock was pure bliss. I could feel the rough wall against my back, but that feeling was so distant, so inconsequential, that I didn't even care if it left scratches.

Noah placed his hands under my thighs and shifted me into the right position. I let out a shout as his cock pounded against something that caused me to see sparks.

"Do that again," I gasped.

He slammed back into me, hitting that spot over and over again, until I was thrashing and sobbing, my pussy clenching down hard as I exploded. He fucked me through it as I gasped for air, my orgasm rocketing me to heights I'd yet to reach.

My pussy fluttered around him, tightening and throbbing with every burst of pleasure.

Noah groaned and continued thrusting as I felt his cock twitch and spasm, spilling himself into me. His shoulders shook under my hands, his arms trembling with the force of his release.

After long moments he seemed to come back to himself. He gingerly withdrew and set me back down on shaky legs. I clung to him, breathing heavily. It was several moments before I could even speak.

I opened my mouth to tell Noah how amazing that was. He quickly covered my lips with his, kissing the breath out of me again. When we finally parted he rested his forehead against mine.

He looked deep into my eyes. His own were soft and loving, except for the slightly evil glint.

"So now that you've reconsidered alley sex, maybe we can give this a go at Walt's?"

I burst out laughing and threw myself back into his arms. He caught me with a tight grip around my waist, one hand cradling the back of my head. His fingers sifted through the strands with a gentle touch.

"Is that a yes?" he teased.

As I snuggled down into his embrace I began to imagine all the various and myriad places we could have sex. For the first time, I began to imagine a real future together.

My future with Noah Hart.

Epilogue

Noah playedthe final version of our song for Naomi and the band. They were more than impressed. August offered me a job on the spot. It seemed one of the newer up and coming bands he produced for was looking to work with a songwriter.

"No," Naomi objected. "She's mine. I've already spoken to Jen about some work I have for her."

"No reason she can't do both," August challenged.

I was both speechless and bursting with joy when Noah wrapped his arms around me from behind.

"See?" he murmured in my ear. "Nothing to worry about. They loved it. They love you."