Steady Beat (18 page)

The raw urgency in her voice flooded his aching cock with fresh need. Swiping his tongue over her swollen clit, he smoothed his hands around her hips and squeezed her arse cheeks. Yanked her sex harder to his mouth.

Fucked her pussy with his tongue.

She cried out, her nails scraping at his scalp.

With a growl, he tore his mouth away and shoved two fingers back into her tight heat. She bucked forward, her head thrown back, her moans rising to the ceiling.

He thrust in and out of her, a wild rhythm of speed and penetration she matched with whimpers and pleas for more.

He’d never heard music like it. It was sublime and perfect. When she cried out once more, begging him to wait, to wait, he knew she was on the cusp of orgasm.

Before she could tumble into the pleasure of her release, he returned his tongue to her sex, flicking its tip over her clit as he scissored his fingers inside her constricting walls.

“Fuck!” she cried, her hips punching forward.

He lapped at her cream as it flowed from her. She tasted like heaven, and he would willingly die to feast on her pleasure every day. Every night.

“Noah,” she breathed, her knees trembling.

He pulled his head from the junction of her thighs and grinned up at her. “That was just the intro,” he said, his cock an aching rod of impatient steel. “Ready for the first verse?”

He straightened to his feet before she could respond, grabbing her arse as he stood and hauling her off the floor.

She squealed, clinging to his shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his waist. The slick heat of her release on his stomach sent shards of male lust into his core and he growled, pulling her closer to him as he took the three steps to the nearest chaise.

His knees bumped the chair and, without a word, he dropped her onto it.

She tumbled from his arms with a laugh, a laugh he captured with a savage kiss. He plunged into her mouth, wanting her to taste her own juices on his lips and tongue. She moaned, fisting her hands in his hair.

But it wasn’t enough. Kissing her, pinning her to the chaise with his body. He wanted more.

Jerking away from the kiss, he shoved his hands under the cotton of her shirt and bunched it up her body, exposing her glorious breasts to his greedy stare.

Her nipples were puckered into hard points. He palmed her breasts, dragging his thumb over each tip. She arched, a low groan rumbling in her chest at his less-than-gentle touch. “That feels so good.”

Her praise scalded his control. He lowered his head to her breast and took one nipple in his mouth, suckling on it with ferocious hunger. His cock nudged his belly, depositing drops of pre-come on his hot skin. The contact only highlighted how close he was to detonation. He doubted he’d last more than one stroke inside her. Which meant he wanted to make her come again before he entered her. He needed to give her more pleasure than she’d ever known before he claimed her completely and utterly.

Moving his mouth to her other breast, he worshipped its nipple, sucking with increasing pressure.

Pepper whimpered, scratching her nails on his shoulders, his arms, his neck, her pleas for more building. Growing louder. More desperate.

He feasted on her breasts, never torturing one for too long, cherishing her silken flesh under his tongue even as his cock throbbed with demanding want. When she gasped she was going to come again, her voice incredulous, her pleasure thick, he drew harder on the nipple in his mouth. When she begged him to be inside her, he pinched her other nipple with thumb and forefinger. When she drove her own fingers into her sex and cried his name, he knew she’d climaxed once more.

Only then did he relinquish his mouth’s possession of her breasts. Dragging his lips down her belly, he shoved her legs wider apart and thrust his tongue inside her sodden channel once again.

“Fuck, Noah!” She thrashed on the chaise, her thighs trembled on either side of his head. “I c-can’t. No more. Too good…too…”

He rose from between her legs and took possession of her mouth with his, feeding her pleasure back to her with his tongue and lips.

She clawed at his shoulders and kissed him back, her lust wild.

A lifetime later—an agonizingly exquisite heartbeat later—he forced himself to abandon her lips. If he didn’t he’d come on the edge of the chaise. All it would take was one more brush of
anything
on his cock and he’d shoot his load.

Staggering backward, he sought out his discarded jeans on the floor and withdrew his wallet from its back pocket.

“Wow.” Pepper’s ragged exclamation stroked his explosive need.

He turned to face her. “Ready for the second verse?”

She raised her head, her chuckle weak, her face soft and flushed with pleasure. “Are you kidding?”

He held the condom packet he’d just pulled from his wallet up for her to see. “I’ve been told I’m pretty good at pounding out a beat.”

If someone had told Pepper three weeks ago the world’s most lauded rock drummer was going to bring her to orgasm not once but three times in the space of five minutes on a rose-petal covered chaise in a penthouse suite on the Upper West Side, she would have told them to stop shooting up whatever shit they were on.

But he did. Before Noah snared her calves and yanked her to the very edge of the chaise, before he buried himself deep inside her sex, he made her come three more times with his tongue and fingers. She didn’t think she had any strength left in her. She didn’t think it was possible to orgasm again. Every orgasm he built inside her was more powerful than the last. She didn’t believe it possible.

She didn’t want it to ever end. He knew exactly how to tap into the rhythm of her body’s pleasure and he played it to perfection.

It was only when he sat back on his haunches and, his gaze fixed on her face, covered his erection with the thin sheath of latex, did Pepper accept he was truly a maestro of her every carnal need. At the sight of his engorged shaft jutting upward—its venous girth stretching the integrity of the pre-lubricated condom—she knew she was ready to come for him again.

For him. With him.

They shared no words as he positioned himself between her spread thighs. Their stares locked. Breaths synchronized.

He cupped the backs of her calves and, nostrils flaring, jerked her to the end of the chaise. Her ass cheeks hung over the edge. Her feet—still encased in the knee-high boots she wore for work—planted flat to the floor. He fanned his fingers over her sodden folds, watching her face.

She drew a slow breath and nodded. “Fuck me, Noah.”

His Adam’s apple slid up and down his muscular throat once and then, without delay, he aligned the bulbous head of his cock to her channel and drove into her.

The single thrust pierced her to her very core. She cried out, his size stretching the lips of her sex, burning heat giving away to pleasure so intense stars filled her vision.

The second the saturated sensations of her body told her he was buried to the hilt inside her, he withdrew. Fast. Confident. And slammed back into her again.

With every pounding thrust, he sank deeper. With every penetration, he destroyed any hope she’d ever be satisfied by another again.

He mauled and squeezed her ass, pulling her into each fevered stroke, impaling her over and over again on his length.

Liquid heat sparked through her. Molten electricity flooded her veins. She grabbed at the cushion beneath her, drowning in his utter ownership of her body, her pleasure, and then let out a keening breath as he shifted positions.

He slid up between her legs and covered her body with his, crushing her breasts under his hard chest. He smoothed his hand up the back of her leg, raising it until her bent knee hooked over the crook of his elbow. The shift in position granted him even deeper access to her sex, and she shouted her rapture, eyes closed, neck bowed.

His tempo became slower, longer. He trailed his lips over every inch of her throat, her shoulders, her breasts. He thrust into her, his hips an exquisite rolling action she ached to ride forever.

When his lips found her ear, when his elbow pulled her knee higher, Pepper couldn’t fight the pressure mounting inside her. Nor deny it.

“Noah,” she breathed, the centre of her existence flooded with elemental pleasure. “I’m going to…please, come with me. I want…want you to come…”

He nipped at her earlobe, drove his body deeper into hers. “With you, babe. Always with you.”

She opened her eyes and looked up at him. Found him gazing at her, his blue eyes ablaze with a desire she felt in her soul.

“Always,” she echoed his promise.

And then he pulled her knee higher, captured her lips with his and slammed into her. Harder. Faster.

Faster.

Pepper’s orgasm shattered her sanity. She came, torn apart and reformed in every contraction around Noah’s thrusting shaft. She screamed his name. Heard him moan hers. He dug his nails into the flesh of her hip. His balls slapped her butt cheeks.

He stretched her, filled her, the powerful ejaculation of his seed a searing line of tormenting pressure up the length of his cock. She could feel it leave his body, her inner muscles gripping him with absolute possession. She wanted it to flood her sex and cursed the condom separating their release.

His rhythm increased, grew erratic. Crazy. With a deafening roar, he froze above her, buried deeper than ever in her constricting, pulsing sex. Froze, as if dangling on the cusp of oblivion.

Pepper hung there with him, her flesh holding him, her heart beating with his.

And then he slumped on top of her, nuzzling his lips on the side of her throat, slipping his arm away from her leg, releasing it.

“Fuck me, babe,” he murmured, skimming his hand up and over her hip, across her breast to come to rest on her jaw. “Fuck me.”

She chuckled, more than sated. Alive. “Didn’t I just do that?”

Noah laughed, his body a vibrating weight before he rolled to the side. “You did.”

His cock slipped from her sex. Pepper moaned at its desertion of her body even as she reveled in the slick friction of its length against her folds.

Warm lips caressed the curve of her shoulder a second before Noah pushed himself from the chaise. “Don’t move.”

Dancing her fingers through the loose petals scattered around her on the piece of furniture, she watched him walk through a side door into what she assumed was the suite’s bathroom.

Rose petals, multiple orgasms and a rock-star drummer sexier than sin. If this
was
a dream, she would kill the person who woke her.

Pulling herself into an upright position, she looked down at herself.

Nope. Had to be reality. She would have been wearing some kind of lacy Victoria’s Secret outfit if it was a dream, not be naked from the waist down, still wearing her work boots and T-shirt.

At the sound of running water from the bathroom, she sat up, unlaced her boots and tossed them on the floor. Her shirt followed.

There wasn’t any strength left in her body to make love to Noah again, but goddamn it, when he stepped out of the bathroom he was going to find a naked woman waiting for him, not one half-dressed in work attire.

If nothing else, she wanted to be held in his arms with nothing between their bodies while they waited for their energy levels to—

“Pretty certain I told you not to move.”

His warm chuckle jerked her head up. He stood before her, still naked, his cock now condomless, its length semi-rigid.

“You did.” She shifted on the chaise, brushing her fingertips over the tip of her right nipple. “I just thought it was time I got rid of the work clothes.”

He hummed, expression contemplative as he straddled her thighs, his knees pressing into the soft cushion either side of her hips. “Good move. Makes it easy for the third verse.”

And with a grin, he pressed his hands to her shoulders, flattened her to her back and captured her right nipple with his mouth.

Noah rolled onto his side, smoothing his arm around Pepper’s waist and snugging into the curve of her body. “We’ll make it to the bed next time,” he promised with a chuckle.

She slid her hand over his arm, her fingers finding his. “The floor and chaise work well, wouldn’t you say?”

He nipped her earlobe with his lips. “True. But I do think I may have carpet burn on my arse.”

Her body shook gently with her soft laugh. “In that case, the bed it is.”

He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the back of her head. His cock, now finally flaccid after three mind-blowing orgasms, nestled against the crevice of her arse, and even though his body was replete, his mind told him exactly how intimate and wonderful the position was. It wouldn’t take long to be ready again. Which was, in his opinion, too long and just the right length of time. He’d never been one for holding his past lovers for long after sex. Not even Heather. He’d get up, shower, fool around with channel surfing on cable, maybe even wander into the soundproof room kitted out with his gear and pound out some rolls and splashes, listening to his soul to see what new sounds it gave him. But with Pepper, Noah
wanted
to lie with her in his arms until his body grew tight with need for her again. Nothing else but that. Be still, be close, be calm and talk.