Through my calming laughter, I asked, “Why? Because I’m a stripper? Because I take off my clothes and grind all over people all night long for money, you think I’m a hooker because… why? Because they take their clothes off, grind all over people all night and get paid, too?”
Keeping my face as straight as possible, I tried my best not to laugh. But it was a futile attempt. The wounded look onhis face forced the laughter once again.
“Sarcasm?” he asked, letting a shy smile decorate his rugged face.
Nodding, I said, “Yes, sarcasm. You might want to try it one day.”
He cracked under the pressure of it all, letting out a loud chuckle before sighing deeply. “Can we start over?”
“I think that’s the best chance you have of getting in my pants.” Though I’d said it as more of a joke, theresponse it elicited from him—eyes wide, mouth opened slightly, fingers rubbing together as if they needed to touch something—made it extremely clear that the jokes were over.
Repeating his line from just a few minutes ago, he said, “Chase,” he greeted. “Is that your real name, or—”
And just as before, I answered, “Real,” I cut him off. “Why would I lie?”
The air crackled around us, somethingpotent and intoxicating filling the small space between us. His eyes heated, melting into pools of liquid need.
His lips pulled up into a beautifully crooked smirk. “Good to know.” He raised a glass filled with amber liquid. “Noah. Not lying either.” He said it was Noah earlier on stage, but I figured he made it up out of sheer embarrassment. Mesmerized, I watched as he lifted the glass to hisfull lips. His throat moved as he swallowed the brandy, and I was hypnotized. “Can I get you one?” he asked, his voice as rich and dark as the liquid he was offering.
“Sure. Thanks,” I croaked. He moved in the small space with ease, and I couldn’t peel my eyes from his forearm, the corded muscles rolling as he poured me a drink. He tapped on the glass partition, and after the driver rolled itback up, we heard the door close behind him. At least we had the car to ourselves.
“Cheers,” he said, clinking his glass to mine.
Before I could even take a sip of mine, his was gone. After he placed his empty glass into the cup holder, he swung his long, lean body over mine, straddling my hips. “Look,” he said with a no-bullshit tone. “We both know why we’re here. So there’s no need for theniceties.”
“Niceties,” I mocked and then swallowed my brandy in one swig. The burning liquid traveling down my throat was nothing compared to the burning desire brewing low in my gut, pressing into him from behind my zipper. “Fine then,” I said, wrapping my hands around his neck. When his face was no more than an inch away from mine, I licked my lips. “Nice will be the last thing you get.”
Our lips crashed together like waves barreling onto the shore. Powerful and harsh, it was a kiss of passion and unbridled need. There were no words spoken between us, but the dance of our tongues said more than anything. Noah nibbled on my lower lip, sinking his teeth in just shy of being painful. The jolt of pleasure moved along my body and instinctually, I grabbed his hips as I pushed mine up intohis.
Noah lifted himself from my lap and managed to rid himself of his clothes with more grace than I could have mustered in the small space of the limo. When he sunk to his knees in front of me, my legs trembled. My body shook with need.
As he unzipped and lowered my jeans, he looked up at me through long, dark lashes. “It’s time for payback.”
“Payback?” I moaned as he ran his hands over mynaked cock. “For what?” My words were nothing more than a breathless whisper.
“For making me want you up on stage,” he stated plainly as he worked my length in his strong hands. His warm breath cascaded over my dick, and I didn’t think I could hold on much longer.
“Yeah? Well, I want you now. So let’s see this payback you’re talking about.” I tried to keep a touch of playfulness in my voice,but I was beyond frustrated when it came to sex, and just thinking about Noah going down on me had me within an inch of letting go.
Without another word of playful banter, Noah took my dick to the back of his throat. My hips skyrocketed off the seat and I was almost afraid of choking him, but his strong hands clamped down on my legs, pushing me back in place. “Easy there, killer,” he joked, lookingup at me with a smile on his face. His wet lips glistened, and I longed to kiss him again. Luckily for me, he seemed to read my mind.
Situating himself back on my lap, he dove in for a kiss that rivaled the heat of the sun. “Fucking hell, Noah,” I groaned into his mouth. “There’s a condom and lube in my back pocket.”
From the heap of clothes next to us, he pulled out the condom and rolled itover my length. Watching him tear open the small packet of lube with his teeth was sexy as fuck. Levering himself over me, he held my dick in one hand as he lowered himself onto it, his mouth widening as each inch disappeared into his body. “Oh fuck,” he bellowed, sinking his ass all the way down onto me.
“Fuck,” I cursed. My voice was nothing more than a strangled noise as I buried my face intohis chest.
“Move. Now,” he commanded, pressing his body against mine.
Quickly finding my rhythm, I drove into him, again and again. My legs burned and my arms shook as I held onto him. But none of those feelings compared to the heated urgency of my orgasm building at the base of my spine. “Fuck. Noah. I’m not going to….”
“Do it. Fuck me,” he answered, seeming to know what I was going to say.
Using whatever strength I had left, I drove up into him, reveling in the feel of his body slapping down onto mine. “Oh fuck,” I growled as I came with more force than I thought possible.
Breathless and utterly satisfied, I looked up at Noah. His chest heaved. His head was thrown back, leaving the thick column of his neck deliciously exposed. Needing him to feel as fucking amazing as I felt, Ipulled his body back to mine. My lips attacked his neck as I gripped his throbbing dick. “Now I get to watch you come.”
Goose bumps pebbled his skin as my lips worked over his neck. He moaned and groaned on each stroke, pushing up into my hand. Something primal took over, and I needed to taste him.
