He doesn’t wait for a response and tugs at my panties. I have to lift for him to get them out from under my ass and I guess that’s all the go ahead he needs. Me too, because if I didn’t want this, I’d have stopped him.
I’m not lying, I’ve never enjoyed when men go down on me. Not because I don’t like the idea of it, it’s never felt good.
Noah takes my ankles and puts them over his shoulder. The bar is high enough that he doesn’t need to get on his knees, just bend forward. I watch as his head dips and hold my breath. This isn’t what I came herefor at all. But I’m curious and dripping wet. Something he realizes when his tongue runs up my opening. He groans, and it makes my heart crash.
His eyes lift up to me as he takes hold of my hips and pulls me closer. I lean my arms back and grip the other edge of the bar to stop myself falling and watch as his tongue circles around my clit, lapping at me. He makes a satisfied sound then plunges his tongue into me.
My head falls back, my eyes roll and I grip the counter so hard my nails scrape across the wood. It wouldn’t surprise me if they leave gouges but I don’t care because he is teasing every part of my pussy, licking and thrusting, then circling my clit. He does it over and over, rotating his tongue.
A noise comes from my throat that has him laughing against me, which should embarrass me but his hot breath sends me into an even deeper frenzy. When I’ve done this before, it has never felt like this. He kisses my pussy the way he was kissing my mouth, like he is tasting me, like he’s desperate.
A tug starts to pull in my lower stomach, my heart begins to pound and I moan again, leaning back on my elbows so my back bows.
Noah grips one thigh and pushes his face further against me, spearing his tongue deeper and flicking it, hitting a spot that I didn’t even know was there. That is all it takes, I lose it and cry out as an orgasm rolls through me. I forget everything about where I am, why I came here and how upset I was. All I can feel is the aftershocks jolting through me as he continues to lap at me.
Well, he definitely convinced me that this is something I like. Or something I likehimdoing.
He pulls away but keeps hold of my hips. My legs drop off his shoulders like I’ve got no control over my limbs, I’m barely managing to stay upright on the bar.
He straightens up and grabs my waist helping me to sit up. I’m so flustered my cheeks are burning and I’m breathing too hard.
“Does that make you reconsider how you feel about having your cunt eaten?”
That should shock me but, coming from him, it really doesn’t. It makes my stomach flutter and my pussy clench again.
“You might not taste like cherries, but your fucking delicious.”
No man has ever spoken to me like this before. I’m speechless and still not entirely sure that happened. The ecstasy still flowing through me says otherwise.
His phone buzzes again, he uses a napkin to wipe his mouth and chin then grabs it from the bar beside us.
I’m still struggling to catch my breath when he takes a step back, his jaw clenching. His demeanor changes instantly. I suddenly feel a chill and close my legs.
He glances at me as if remembering I’m still here. I watch as he bends over and grabs my underwear. I expect him to throw it at me, the way he’s changed, but he sets the phone down and slides it up my legs, then helps me down before setting them fully right.
It takes some of the sting of his next words away.
“You need to leave. I’ll get Raven to get in touch, leave your number.”
And he walks away, towards the back of the bar. I stand still, watching where he disappeared. What the hell happened? Jesus, I can’t believe he walked out. He got what he wanted and then… He never got off. He only made me. I’m so confused. The roar of bikes startles me and I watch through the blinds as the bikes all pull out.
Shit, anyone walking past could have seen us. My cheeks burn even harder. A man like him is all wrong. For me, or for any woman. He doesn’t want anything from me.
So I had a great orgasm, one of the best of my life, so what? I’m about to run out when the door opens and a biker steps in. I flinch in shock but he stays where he is.
“Prez said to get your number.”
What? Oh… He took the time ask someone to make sure I left my number for Raven?
God don’t be fooled by that. I scratch out my number on a napkin and as I pass the biker, I hand it to him, then hurry out and back to my car. I really hope Raven knows where my bracelet is because I’m still too messed up to comprehend what Noah did to me.
I might not have got what I came here for, but I definitely got something I never thought would ever happen to me.
Chapter Ten
Nero
The bikes come to a stop outside our warehouse and I get off, storming over to where Razer is waiting. He looks as pissed as I am as I take in the mangled lock on the door.
