"Is that why she's in London?"
"I sent her to a private boarding school. Then she spent some time studying art in various workshops and programs. She wants to come back home to start college. I'm trying to convince her to stay in London."
"Don't you miss her?"
"Yes. But she's safer there."
I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed, leaning my head on his chest. He brought his arms around me, resting his cheek on the top of my head. We were practically cuddling. My heart swelled.
"That's why I don't want anyone to know Lily is coming home," he murmured into my hair. "I want to keep her safe."
"I won't tell anyone," I promised.
"I'm sorry I got angry." He cupped my face with both hands and tilted my face up. "I'm sorry I threw you out. I'm just not used to people knowing all this shit about me. It makes me feel…" he trailed off.
"Vulnerable?" I guessed.
He hesitated before nodding.
"That's a good thing," I told him. "Everyone needs someone they can let their guard down around. Everyone needs someone they can trust."
Noah flicked his eyes to mine and quietly spoke the words I'd been longing to hear again.
"I trust you."
Chapter Twenty-One
My chest throbbed with a sweet ache at Noah's words. Trust. It was such an important thing to have in a relationship. I knew how hard it was for him to say those words.
I brought my lips to his in a gentle kiss.
"Noah, I'm so sorry. I hate that you had to grow up like that. That you and your sister were betrayed like that."
"I'd say I'm over it, but I guess it's clear I'm not." He shrugged. "You were right when you said I had issues."
I gnawed on my lip. "How much do you trust me?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Will you trust me when I say you need to put more feelings into your song?"
"Are we back to this again?"
"You don't have to be afraid to show the world who you really are. That song you were playing before is really good, Noah. You should use it."
"I don't want to. I wrote it for Lily. I don't want to use it for the album."
I thought hard. "Okay. Then we'll scrap the song we were working on and start from scratch. We're going to forget about all that marketability stuff and go with our hearts."
He frowned, his eyebrows drawing down.
"Just hear me out," I rushed to say. "The other guys in the band are going to have songs that sound like them. We want this song to sound like you. We've been talking about making it unique. Authentic. This is the most real I've ever seen you. This is the Noah Hart I think fans should see."
He shifted on the sofa, looking uncomfortable. "I don't know if I can do that."
"That's why I'm here. To help you."
"You have been helping."
He ran his hand up my thigh, fingertips sneaking under the hem of my skirt. A wave of arousal sang through me.
"That's not the kind of help I meant," I told him, though I couldn't help smiling.
"Are you sure?" he murmured, leaning forward until our lips were almost touching. "Because you've been very… very… helpful." He kissed me to punctuate each word.
His soft lips teased me. My pulse sped up, beating hard at the base of my neck. Warmth took hold inside of me.
I could never say no to Noah.
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.
"Fuck yourself on my cock," he said.
My eyes went wide. "W-what?"
"You want it, don't you?"
I nodded, shuddering.
"Then climb on my cock and ride me."
"I—"
I hesitated for the briefest of moments. Long enough for Noah's eyes to flash dangerously. I climbed back onto his lap, perching myself against him, straddled across his thighs.
Noah nodded approvingly. "Good girl." His eyes hardened. "Now slide that tight cunt of yours onto my cock and fuck yourself with it."
The dirty words turned me into molten liquid at my very core. My breathing went shallow. I met his eyes, nearly black and full of a dark, animalistic lust. I could feel the tremor in the muscles of his thighs. I could tell he was struggling to keep that lust contained. Struggling against the urge to impale m
e on his cock then and there.
Noah took himself in one hand, angling the head away from his taut abs. I adjusted my hips until the tip of his hard length nestled between my folds. The liquid from his weeping tip mixed with the wetness dripping out of me.
I relaxed the muscles in my thighs, letting my legs go limp. I sank onto his cock. I parted around him, the stretch a delicious burn, as his cock spread me wide open. The feeling was exquisite. I whimpered, small soft sounds, as I lowered myself inch by inch. Finally my ass touched his thighs. He was fully buried deep within me.
Noah groaned softly the whole way down, but didn't move, keeping his hips still, his arms still resting on the back of the sofa.
"So fucking tight," he growled. "Now grind your cunt against me."
I did as he commanded, rocking back and forth, pushing myself up and down. The head of his cock would exit my body, leaving me wanting, only to punch into me again. I couldn't keep the moans from escaping my lips as our hips rolled together with delicious friction.
My gasps become harder and sharper. My legs began to tremble from exertion.
"Noah— I can't—"
He put his hands on both my hips, lifting me up until the head of his cock was barely resting between my folds.
"You want me to fuck you properly?"
I whimpered and nodded my head.
With a firm grip, Noah pulled me down, impaling me on his cock again. I cried out in pleasure. He did it again, lifting me up and shoving me down, his cock driving in and out of me.
My body shuddered as he began fucking me harder and harder, moving faster and faster. His hips snapped up and down, burying himself to the hilt, filling every part of me. He pummeled into me with force, the clench of his fingers a near bruising grip on my hips.
I threw my arms around him. I clung tight, feeling the firm muscles of his shoulders and back. Feeling his warm skin under my fingertips.
I arched my back, pressing my breasts against his front, wanting to feel as much skin to skin contact as I possibly could. When even that wasn't enough I attacked his mouth with mine, our lips and tongues tangling together as I breathed heavily into the kiss.
The friction of his chest against my nipples, the smooth slide of his tongue along mine, the rubbing and pulsing of his cockhead against my inner walls — all of it was enough to send my mind spinning.
My pussy clenched down tight, getting close. Every muscle in my body seized up, a tsunami of pleasure threatening to overtake me. Noah brought his fingers to my clit to play with me. I shuddered and let out a choked cry as a powerful orgasm hit me. My brain short circuited and I was lost in a whirlwind of pleasure. I slumped against him, moaning heavily, pussy twitching and pulsing.
When the cloudy haze dispersed and I could think again, I felt Noah still hard inside me, not having reached his peak yet. I wanted him to feel the same pleasure I'd felt, but I didn't know if I could continue getting fucked like that. Noah had been utterly thorough.
I slowly slid off his lap. He hissed as he fell out of me. I immediately dropped to my knees in front of him. I looked up to meet his eyes.
"Was my cock in your cunt not enough?" His eyes blazed with a scorching heat. "You want me fucking your mouth, too?"
My mouth nearly watered as I nodded silently.
Noah cupped the back of my head, fingers sifting through the strands of my hair. He quickly divested himself of the condom and pulled me forward. I let him guide me until my mouth was a hairsbreadth away from the head of his cock.
"You want to taste me?"
"Yes," I whispered, sending hot breath washing over his cock.
He took himself in one hand and painted my lips with his weeping tip.
"Open your mouth."
I did so, wetting my lips before parting them, tasting him on my tongue.
"Wrap those pretty pink lips around my cock."
My pussy pulsed as I whimpered, his dirty words sending heat flooding through me yet again. I bobbed my head forward until his cockhead passed through my lips. He lay hot and heavy on my tongue. I sucked, using my tongue to flick at the underside.
Noah hissed, fingers clenching in my hair. I took more of him into my mouth. My lips stretched wide to accommodate his girth. I used my tongue and lips to tease at him. I continued sliding up and down, taking him further each time, stopping before my gag reflex could kick in.
"Deeper," he commanded.
I hesitated for a moment, not knowing how much deeper I could take him without choking.
Noah put a hand on my throat, thumb stroking my pulse point. "Just relax. Take a deep breath in."
I did as he said, inhaling slowly around his cock, letting my racing heartbeat calm.
"Exhale," he commanded.
I breathed out. Noah shifted his hips, sliding his thick length along my tongue, deeper inside my mouth, inside my throat. He fisted my hair, tilting my head back to get a better angle. I let my jaw go slack, accepting more and more of him.
He cupped my head as he bottomed out, hitting the back of my throat. My lips were split wide around him. I breathed shallow breaths around his cock. He was so big. I had no idea how I was taking him this deep without choking.
"Such a good girl," he growled. I flushed with pleasure. "Now I'm going to fuck your throat."
He pulled out. I took the chance to inhale. He shoved himself back in, going deep, going faster. He used one hand on the back of my head and the other under my jaw, guiding me on and off his cock.
"So fucking close." His grip tightened, pulling at my strands to pull me off him.
I pressed my lips together firmly and sucked.
"You want it?" he growled, no longer tugging on my hair. "You want to drink me down?"
I moaned around his cock and nodded vehemently.
He pulsed in my throat, cock throbbing in time with my heartbeat. Noah grunted and tugged, pulling me toward him with a jerk and burying his cock in my throat to the hilt. Hot, wet liquid splashed over the back of my tongue and down my throat. I hurried to swallow him down, savoring the sensation, the heat of it and the taste of him. Noah's taste.
He pulled back slowly, not fully exiting my mouth, allowing me to take in a deep breath. His cock was still hard on my tongue, the last few sticky drops weeping out of the tip. I peeked up to meet his eyes. His were clouded over with spent desire. I waited until he was looking at me. I wrapped my lips around the tip, licking and sucking, tasting every last bit of him.
He groaned, closing his eyes, enjoying my ministrations for several long moments, before he yanked me off him with a tug on my hair. Noah pulled me from my knees, taking me into his arms.
"If you keep that up, I'm going to have spin you around and fuck you all over again."
I relaxed into his embrace, sighing with a deep satisfaction. "I don't think I can take another round like that."
"I better let you rest, then. Wouldn't want to break that sweet cunt of yours."
I let him cuddle me for a few moments. He took my hands in his, placing soft kisses on the tender skin of my inner wrists.
"You were a very good girl for me."
I shivered with pleasure at his words and rested my head against his chest.
"Why is it all so important to you?" I asked sleepily.
"What?"
"You always want me to beg."
Noah stroked a hand along my spine and hummed. "I don't know. I never thought about it."
"You've never thought about why you like to have sex the way you do?"
He shrugged. "It's just sex. I do it to get off."
I sat up in his arms. "There has to be more to it."
He cracked a small smile and pushed strands of hair away from my face. "Always trying to psychoanalyze me."
"I just want to understand you."
Noah went quiet for a moment. "I suppose… I like knowing that, in that moment, you need me more than you've ever needed anything. I want to be the only thing that can satisfy you. I want you dying for it. I
want to know you want it."
"Noah…" My heart melted a little. "Is your kink enthusiastic consent?"
He frowned. "Are you shitting me?"
"It it!" I grinned and placed a kiss on his nose. He immediately scrunched up his face in disgust. "You get off on enthusiastic consent. Noah Feminist Hart."
He grumbled. "Shout it to the world, why don't you?"
I just smiled and buried my head in his neck, enjoying his warm arms around me.
Chapter Twenty-Two
When Noah invited me out to another concert, I knew he was expecting me to have a fangirl freak out.
"The band Feral Silence is also going to be performing with us." There was a smirk in his voice.
"Sounds cool," I said, keeping my attention focused on the sheet of music I was working on.
We'd thrown out the old song and begun working on a new one. That meant we were now weeks behind schedule. The band was going to want to see something concrete soon. I was beginning to panic, but Noah always reassured me we'd get it done on time. I hoped he was right. If we didn't manage to pull this off, I would have failed in my first and only job ever in the music industry.
"You're a Feral Silence fan right?" Noah asked, keeping his tone nonchalant.
"Yup."
I could see him frown out of the corner of my eye. "Aren't you excited?"
"Sure am," I said breezily, making a mark on the paper.
Noah looked nonplussed at my reaction. "I could introduce you," he offered.
"No need. I've already met them."
"Oh."
I finally looked up. His whole expression had turned disgruntled. I gave him a soft smile.
"Noah. Are you trying to do something nice for me?"
He looked away, brows furrowed.
I left my work on top of the piano and went over to throw my arms around him. "That's very thoughtful of you." I stood on my tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you."
"Whatever," he grunted, his arms stiff at his sides. "It's not like I wanted to do you a favor or anything."
I laughed inwardly, making sure to keep my lips from twitching upward. I squeezed him tight and laid my head on his chest. "You better stop being so sweet or I'm going to start thinking you actually like me."
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