Page 63 of Hard Rock Tease
Our lips pressed together for long moments, then parted for breath, before meshing again. I opened my mouth, letting his tongue curl over mine.
His grip around my waist tightened, pulling me onto his lap. My legs spread over his thighs until I was straddling him on the sofa, hiking my dress up. I moaned as I felt his rising hardness against the thin cotton of my panties. I clutched at his shoulders so I could press myself closer to him. He groaned softly, fingers digging into my hips. He deepened the kiss, attacking my mouth with his tongue. I allowed myself get swept away by the urgency of his touches.
His hands slid up my sides and around to my front, cupping my breasts through the fabric of my dress and bra.
"This needs to go." He tugged at the collar.
I quickly grabbed the hem and threw my dress over my head, tossing it to the floor. His shirt followed mine, revealing smooth tattooed skin over iron hard muscle. I ran my hands over his chest, basking in the feeling of silk-over-steel.
With deft fingers, Noah unsnapped my bra and immediately sucked my left nipple into his mouth. I gasped at the sudden wet heat. He played with the right nipple using a thumb and forefinger, plucking and pinching lightly. I rocked against him as the sensations went straight to my throbbing core.
"You've got the sweetest tits," he murmured against my skin. He switched sides, sucking on my right nipple and playing with the left.
Back and forth he went, until I was a squirming, writhing mess. My panties were getting wet. I was aching inside, my pussy clenching around nothing, needing to be filled.
"Please," I said, scrambling at his shoulders.
He lifted his head from my chest to pin me down with a hard stare. "Please what?"
I flushed, knowing that he wanted me to beg, and too turned on to refuse. "Please. I need… I need you inside me."
"That's my good girl."
He blew warm air against my breasts, causing me to shiver. Noah cupped me through my panties, running two fingers between my lips. I swore could feel every swirl of his fingertips, every rough callous, even through the fabric. I whimpered, flexing my fingers into the muscles of his shoulders.
He slipped a hand inside my panties. The barest of brushes against my clit had me bucking my hips. He avoided my most sensitive spot. A single finger probed at my entrance, making small circles.
"Is this where you need me?"
I exhaled shakily with a nod.
He slid the finger slowly inside. My eyes fluttered closed as he sank into me. He pumped in and out, dragging his tough skin against the soft skin inside. The friction was enough to make me dizzy with want.
"Is this enough?"
I violently shook my head no.
"You need more?"
"Yes," I whimpered.
He pushed in again, using a second finger, spreading me open.
"Is this is what you need?"
My only answer was a low keening sound. Noah hummed in dark amusement as the two fingers worked me over, fucking into me.
"More," I moaned. I couldn't stop the rocking of my hips, wanting it deeper, harder, faster. My fingernails dug into his skin. I struggled to keep myself from flying apart.
"If you want more, you'll have to work for it."
I slowly met his eyes, not understanding.
"Get up."
I did, climbing off his lap and standing, confused but willing to go along with his demands for now.
Noah shifted on the sofa, sitting back against the cushions and spreading his legs wide. He took his hard cock out of his pants, unzipping just far enough to let himself spring free. He took a few brief seconds to pull out a foil packet from his pocket and roll on protection, then slung his arms across the back of the sofa in a relaxed pose. His hardness jutted out at an angle.
