Chapter 21 #3
My spine stiffens at the indignation in his voice. I knew it. I knew he would draw the line somewhere. I knew he was too good to be true. Of course Noah wouldn’t want to get a blowjob in public, even in a dark corner where we’re likely to go unnoticed.
He pushes off from the car and scoops me up, plopping my ass on the hood.
I yelp. “Noah, what—”
But he covers my mouth with his hand. His deliciously huge palm. Why am I so turned on by a hand? “You think I’m going to let you blow me twice when I haven’t gotten to taste you once? You’re out of your mind.”
With one hand, he tugs my panties off, balls them into his fist, and stuffs them into his pocket. A cool breeze licks between my legs, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on in my life.
“You have a trophy kink, huh?” I tease.
“A Summer kink,” he corrects before he pinches my nipple through my dress.
He pops the top buttons open while I scan the parking lot and the restaurant entrance behind him.
We’re alone. For now. “And no, you’re not getting these back.
Not when they’ll remind me of what I’m going to do to you tonight. ”
Hot anticipation makes blood sing through my veins. “You can’t steal all my underwear.”
“I can when I’m the one buying you more.” His mouth crashes onto mine as he slides a hand into the cup of my bra, groaning when his palm scrapes against my peaked nipple.
This man is going to make me spontaneously combust.
One second, his tongue is exploring my mouth. The next, he’s popping my breast out of my bra and latching onto my nipple.
My hands dig into his hair as I gasp, legs wrapping around his waist to tug him closer. The suction from his lips is gentle—too gentle, teasingly gentle—until his tongue swirls around the sensitive skin.
“What if someone catches us?” I whisper. We’re going at it like two horny, reckless teenagers, not grown-ass adults who should definitely be more concerned with the consequences of public indecency.
“Then we’ll run fast.” Noah’s mouth sucks on my other nipple while his fingers twist over the nub slippery with his saliva.
My clit throbs, an ache building from the relentless torment. “This isn’t fair. I didn’t tease you like this.”
He drops my nipple long enough to raise his brows. “Are you joking? I nearly came in my pants before you even got your mouth on me.”
I grin. I’m not sure if I’ve ever gotten a better compliment. “Premature ejaculation is the highest form of flattery.”
His hand slides between my legs, trailing over the sensitive skin along my inner thigh. Reflexively, my limbs attempt to clamp together, but he’s a boulder between them.
I’m at his mercy. In the dark, on the hood of his car, in a not-empty-enough parking lot. And I couldn’t love it more.
“I disagree.” He leans close, breath caressing the shell of my ear. “The highest form of flattery is multiple orgasms.”
I’ve been lucky to have a single orgasm with past partners, but something tells me Noah will have me singing his praises tonight.
His finger trails over the skin above my clit, and I nearly growl in frustration. “Keep this up, and I’ll tie you down and edge you for an hour.”
Noah smirks. “Funny you think you’ll get the chance.”
Before I can object again, his finger finally, finally, scrapes over my clit.
I gasp at the mere brush of contact. His gaze doesn’t stray from mine, studying every slight shift in my features, memorizing the way I respond to him.
My whole body is a bundle of overly sensitive nerves. I could burst into flame at any second.
His chuckle is low and ridiculously seductive. “You need me that bad, baby?”
Why does Noah calling me baby make me desperate for him?
“Yes,” I breathe. I’m done playing coy. “Take me into your car.”
“Not yet.”
I nearly whine when he kneels and tugs me to his face.
My hands land on his head, his hair impossibly soft and begging to be pulled. “We’re in public, Noah.”
“If you really don’t want me to make you come on the hood of my car, you can climb off.” He stares up at me with hooded eyes, which is entirely unfair.
How am I supposed to object when he’s looking at me like that?
When I don’t budge, he flashes a smug smile. “That’s what I thought.”
“You—” But whatever I was about to say flies out of my head the second Noah buries his mouth between my legs.
His tongue glides up my slit until it flicks at my clit, and I jerk. My fingers twist in his hair while I babble something incoherent. When he slides his tongue inside me and his thumb works that sensitive bundle of nerves, I forget where we are, who I am.
“Fuck, you taste good.” He groans when my body responds to the praise, coating his tongue.
My heart hammers, pressure already building at the base of my spine, and now I get why Noah was so worried about premature ejaculation. I don’t know how much longer I’ll last before the pleasure becomes too much.
“You want to come on my fingers or tongue, sweets?”
“Your cock,” I blurt without thinking.
His rumbling chuckle sends reverberations all the way to my toes as he sucks my clit. “Not yet. Fingers or tongue.”
I whine, and it’s like I’m possessed. Who is this whining, writhing, pathetic mess before him? This is the Noah Sinclair Effect. If he won’t give me what I really want, I’ll take what I can get. “Fingers.”
Without another word, Noah slides a finger inside me, slowly stretching me as I acclimate to the pressure. I bite my lip when he curls his finger, hitting a sweet spot inside me as his lips wrap around my clit and suck.
“Oh my god.” I clutch at his hair.
I suspected Noah would be good at this, but holy shit. I never expected this.
Pleasure mounts, making my thighs tremble as he pumps his finger faster, sucks my clit harder. The orgasm is barreling toward me—
From the restaurant, a door opens, light pouring out as one of the staff members exits for the night. I freeze as Noah keeps working between my legs.
Panic spikes, mixing with the adrenaline and arousal. “Noah, someone’s coming.”
“She will be.” He slides another finger inside, and I moan at the stretch. The feeling of his fingers thrusting inside me makes me more desperate for him to truly fill me.
“Seriously,” I pant as my heart slams against my ribs. “Someone is in the parking lot.”
Clearly, he doesn’t care because the pressure from his tongue doesn’t let up even a little bit.
I try to pull away, but he plants a heavy hand on my hip to keep me rooted in place. I’m not going anywhere, and he’s not stopping.
His fingers thrust inside me, and he laps and sucks at my clit like he’s trying to win a prize. “You’d better come for me before they catch us then.”
Suddenly, I don’t care. Getting arrested for public indecency would suck, sure, but what’s a night spent in jail when this is the reward?
I would do jail time for this man. For his mouth. No questions asked.
Noah notices my walls tightening around his finger. “That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
There’s no stopping the orgasm crashing over me. Pleasure bursts from between my legs, jolting down my limbs and up to my scalp. I clamp a hand over my mouth to suppress the cry that escapes.
Noah goes at me harder, thrusting his fingers relentlessly and sucking my clit deep enough to bruise. With my free hand, I push his head, but he’s immovable. He doesn’t ease up as he works me through every throe of my orgasm.
My legs tremble against his head, and I’m pretty sure the hand over my mouth isn’t doing shit to muffle my cries.
At last, the intensity starts to subside, and Noah’s movements soften and slow as he comes down from the orgasm with me. My heart pounds, limbs heavy with satisfaction. I’m limp as he kisses the space between my legs, making me jump, before he finally stands.
Noah wears a shit-eating grin.
I try to come up with some smartass comment, but my brain is mush.
“I can’t wait to feel you come like that on my cock.”
I can’t wait either. Before I can say so, he scoops me up like I’m made of air and carries me to the backseat. He eases me inside and follows me before pulling me onto his lap.
The atmosphere in his car is different. Quieter, more intimate. Like we can take our time in here and shut out the rest of the world.
Tenderly, he brushes my hair behind my ear, and my heart skips. “No one will see us back here.”
“That’s too bad. The possibility of getting caught was kind of a turn on.”
His hands land on my hips and squeeze. “Don’t tease. I’ll fuck you on the hood of my car.”
I grind on the hard length in his jeans. “As hot as that sounds, I don’t want to spend another second without you inside me.”
I’ve never been this desperate for anyone before. I tear open his belt and reach into his boxers while he hands me a condom from his pocket.
He hisses when my hand brushes against his hard length. “Jesus, Summer. How am I supposed to last longer than five minutes when you touch me like that?”
“You’re not.” I roll the condom over his erection. “You’re supposed to beg and plead for me to stop making you come so many times while I ride you over and over all night.”
Silence falls over us. I stiffen in his arms. Despite the consensual stalking and the public oral sex, I’m still not sure I can trust him with all my kinks and fantasies. He could bolt any second.
With hands squeezing my hips, Noah drags my bare pussy up the length of his cock. I whimper at the friction against my clit. “How are you so fucking perfect?”
I grin. Somehow, his praise makes my heart skip higher than when his tongue brought me to orgasm. “I’m not perfect. I’m incredibly impatient. And I’m about to grab your dick and slide it inside me if you don’t fuck me right now.”
Noah jerks me forward, pinning me against him with a forearm flat across my back. I can’t move as he positions his tip at my entrance.
I hiss through my teeth at the twinge of pressure from the stretch.
“You’re going to come on my cock now.”