Steady Beat (16 page)

Pepper’s head spun. Her heart raced. She pushed her hips forward, moaning when the steely length of his erection ground to her lower belly.

He razed her throat with his lips, nipping and sucking as he made his way to her ear. Capturing her earlobe, he bit the fleshy pad. She cried out, ramming her hips to his.

He groaned, one hand leaving her face to drag down her body. He covered her breast once again, his thumb rolling back and forth over her distended nipple until her knees began to tremble.

“Oh God,” she gasped. “I can’t…this is…”

He removed his hand from her breast, even as his mouth reclaimed hers.

He explored her mouth with his tongue, deepening the kiss. She met him with equal want, raking her nails down his back, around his waist. She sought his belt buckle.

He helped her, his fingers fumbling over hers in his haste to release it. Remove it.

Without tearing his lips from hers, he yanked at his fly, caught her hand and pressed it to the engorged erection jutting through the opening of his jeans.

Pepper wrapped her fingers around his cock, her belly flip-flopping at its massive girth.

He groaned into her mouth, kneading her breast once again with a hand far from gentle. Far from patient.

She pumped his length, swiping her thumb over its tip as she did so. Pre-come smeared across his flesh, the tiny beads telling Pepper he was as close to the precipice as she.

He mauled her breast, pinched her nipple and then dropped his hand to the front of her pants and popped open the top button with exquisite dexterity. He slid determined fingers between her belly and the snug material, sinking closer to her heat.

Closer.

With a moan, Pepper yanked her lips from his. “No,” she panted, pressing her free hand to his chest, holding him at bay.

His nostrils flared. His eyes blazed ice-fire. “Pepper,” he ground out, his breath ragged.

She shook her head. “You can’t. Not until I do this.”

Without waiting for his reaction, she dropped to her knees and took his length in her mouth.

“Holy fuck!” Noah’s hips bucked forward. His cock plunged deeper into her mouth. “Yes!”

She shoved his jeans lower and cupped his balls in one hand, wrapping the fingers of her other hand around the root of his erection. He was thick, so large, she didn’t circle him completely. Her sex throbbed at the realization. What would he feel like buried inside her?

Flattening her tongue, she slid her mouth farther down, taking him as far as she could. The bulbous head of his shaft nudged the back of her throat and she moaned.

“Fuck, Pepper.” His raw groan stroked her senses. He scraped her hair away from her temple with shaky fingers. “That’s so good.”

She slid back up his length, sucking in her cheeks until her lips ringed the rim of his head, and then sucked her way down to his balls again.

A shudder rocked through him. His knees buckled. Once.

“Babe,” he gasped, “fuck, I won’t last long if you—”

Once more, she drew up his erection, drawing on the rigid steel with growing suction.

He fisted his hand in her hair. Tried to hold her still.

She hummed around his length again, flicking at the knot of sensitive glands beneath his cockhead.

He’d given her so much, she wanted to give him the same in return. She wanted to make him erupt.

Tugging on his heavy sac, she moved up and down his cock, pumping it with her hand as she did so.

Noah’s groans rose to the ceiling, the acoustics turning them to a song more perfect than Pepper had ever heard. She grew bold, loving the way he responded to her mouth and hands. Skimming her hand from his shaft, she squeezed his butt cheek. The taut muscle bunched under her grip and she hummed again.

“Christ,” his fist pulled at her hair, turning her head so he could see her profile, “that…yeah that…”

She sank down his length again, the searing heat of his stare on her face.

“Pepper.” Her name fell from him on a hoarse plea. “If you don’t stop…”

She didn’t want to stop. She wanted to make him come. She wanted to—

Without warning, he stumbled backward, his cock popping free of her mouth.

She looked up at him, her heart pounding fast in her throat.

Stare holding hers, he took another step backward, toed off his boots and, deliberate intent burning in his eyes, shucked his jeans completely off his legs.

Pepper’s breath caught. And again, when he yanked his shirt up over his head.

She gazed up at him, unable to find thought.

He was all rippling, sinewy muscle and pure male strength. Not an ounce of fat graced his form. His shoulders were broad and muscular. His chest, free from hair, was wide, his abs the very definition of a six-pack. A tattoo sat over his heart, the ink simple and sharp. Pepper recognized the star constellation from the Australian flag. Its lowest point, the star at the bottom of the cross, sat just beside his left nipple. It drew her eye and her mouth watered. She would bite that nipple later, while her fingers traced the tat.

Lowering her stare, she took in the turgid pole of his erection. It jutted upward, emerging from a dark nest of curls trimmed close to his scrotum.

“It’s been a while since I’ve attacked myself with the clippers,” he said.

She raised her focus to his face and shook her head. “I’m not complaining.”

A slow grin pulled at his lips. “Good. Now I think it’s time I made you moan.”

And before she could move, he crossed back to where she knelt, lowered himself to the ground in front of her, and—with gentle force—slid his body over hers until she was flat on her back on the floor.

He kissed her. Sucked on her breasts, first one, then the other and back to the first again. Every time she tried to reach for his length, he snared her hands and moved them to the floor beside her head.

She giggled into his kiss, trying to wrap her fingers around him again.

Lifting his head, he glared down at her with mock anger. “Behave yourself, Ms. Kerrigan,” he reproached. “I’m busy doing something and you keep interrupting me. Don’t you know I like to keep my attention on one thing and one thing only at a time?”

She arched her back, needing to feel his rigid heat against the junction of her thighs. “Is that right? And what are you focusing on right now?”

He grinned. “Making you come.”

He levered back onto his knees, snared the waistband of her hot pants and tugged them down over her hips, taking her lace thong with it.

He paused mid-thigh, lowering his head to the dark strip of her pubic hair to flick his tongue over her exposed seam. Pepper gasped, wicked swirls of pleasure filling her vision.

With a chuckle, he straightened back to a kneeling position, removed her boots, tossed them over his shoulder and stripped her shorts from her body.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he whispered, kneeling between her thighs.

She couldn’t respond.

The open hunger and desire in his eyes stole her voice.

He smoothed his hands over her calves, up over her knees, along her inner thighs. When he brushed his fingertips at her wet pussy lips, Pepper drew in a shaky breath. Her clit throbbed, prickling with fresh heat. He parted her folds with two fingers and stroked the swollen nub with increasing pressure.

She gasped, thrusting her hips upward. A wordless plea for more.

He gave it to her, rolling a finger back and forth over her clit, faster, his rhythm exquisite torture.

Pepper tossed her head from side-to-side, clawing at the floor beneath her. Shards of tight pleasure shot through her body. Her breath fell from her in hitching pants.

Toes curling, she shoved her hips higher, her orgasm rushing at her.

“Noah.” She closed her eyes, the heat in her core, her belly spreading. “I’m going to…”

He withdrew his fingers from her sex and replaced them with his tongue.

“Oh God!” Pepper rammed her pussy harder to his mouth. “That…that…”

He lapped at her clit, his tongue hot and wet and inescapable. His hands roamed her thighs, spreading her legs wider.

She whimpered, her existence reduced to Noah’s tongue on her flesh, his hands on her body.

When he laved at her seam, penetrating the folds with demanding want, Pepper couldn’t stop her cry.

She bucked again, and again when Noah grabbed her ass cheeks and held her off the floor, sucking the button of her clit into his mouth.

“F-fuck,” she moaned, tummy hitching, pulse pounding. “I’m going to…I’m going to…”

She came, the orgasm tearing from her very soul.

And still Noah worshipped her sex, sucking and flicking and teasing her clit with his lips and teeth and tongue.

Another climax smashed through her, more powerful than the first. She rolled her head, slapping at the floor with one hand, seeking Noah’s hair with the other.

When she thought she was on the cusp of sexual death, when she thought she couldn’t survive the pleasure he wrought on her anymore, he buried a finger into her pussy and stroked her G-spot, his tongue working her clit with frenzied licks.

A third orgasm detonated within Pepper, a shuddering force that stole her strength. She slumped to the floor, drained.

Noah slid up her body, his lips brushing hers. “You taste like heaven, babe,” he whispered, his hand brushing the tip of her nipple.

She opened her eyes and smiled at him. Heat filled her cheeks. “Thank you.”

He laughed. “Anytime. Anytime.”

She shifted on the floor, pressing her thigh to the rigid length of his erection. “Will you let me return the favour in kind now?”

Drawing a deep breath, he closed his eyes. “Fuck, I want to say yes.”

Pepper’s chest tightened. “Want to? But won’t? Why not?”

He looked at her, the molten desire in his eyes searing her through to her very soul. “I don’t want to come in your mouth for the first time, Pepper. I’ve ached for this since the second I met you, and I don’t want it to be tawdry. When I finally fill you, I want to bury myself in your sweet cunt and make love to you completely, not just blow my load in your mouth. And the floor of a hired rehearsal space is not the place to make love to you. Not the way I want to.” He trailed his fingers over her nipple again, his gaze following their path. “Besides, you’ve turned me into a bit of a cliché, I’m afraid. I want to make love to you on a bed covered in rose petals with nothing but candles lighting the room as music plays in the background.”

Pepper’s breath caught at the utterly romantic, sensual image he painted. “Wow.”

He nodded. “Ever since you kissed me in the bar,
my
bar now—how ’bout that, I bought a bar today—I’ve imagined making love to you that way. Roses, candles, music…”

She swallowed, a heavy throb awakening in her core. Christ, she could fall in love with this man so easily. “As long as I get to pick the music,” she murmured, the realization making her chest squeeze.

He cocked an eyebrow at her, smoothing his fingertips over her stomach to the soft curls of her mound. “And what would you pick?”

She laughed, rubbing her thigh against his still-erect cock. “There’s this drummer I’m a bit hung up on. Maybe you’ve heard of him? Keith Moon? From The Who?”

Mock indignation filled Noah’s face. With a growl, he rolled on top of her, imprisoning her beneath his hard weight. His cock ground against her pussy, a delicious torment. Pepper wriggled, aching for its thick length even as she grinned up at him.

“Keith Moon? Oh, you’re going to pay for that, Ms. Kerrigan.”

He caught her laughter with a wild kiss, his tongue punishing her with hungry strokes.

She tangled her fingers in his hair and wrapped her thighs around his hips, the action sliding his cock over the seam of her sex.

All it would take was one shift of Noah’s hips and he’d be inside her. Inside her.

Oh God, she wanted him inside her.

Roses and candles could wait. She just needed him inside her. Now.

As if hearing her mental plea, Noah broke the kiss and pushed himself from her body. He straightened to his feet, his nostrils flaring, his chest heaving. “I’m getting dressed. You’re getting dressed. Then we’re going back to my hotel room and nothing will stop me fucking you senseless. Understand?”

Pepper nodded. Her body—so recently sated—thrummed with hungry need again.

Noah nodded. “Good.” He turned away and scooped up her clothes from where he’d discarded them. With a grin, he held out her hot pants and shirt. “No undies or bra. I’m keeping them. I want to sit in the back of the limo with you beside me thinking about the fact there’s nothing on your pussy but my saliva.”

Pepper’s breath shook. “Your saliva?”

He nodded again. “My saliva.”

And then he dropped to his knees, flattened his palms on her inner thighs and swiped his tongue over her sex, from the base of her seam to her clit.

She gasped. And groaned with dismay when he rose to his feet again.