Hard Rock Tease: A Rock Star Romance (Darkest Days Book 1)

by Athena Wright

  My mind was still in a daze, still clouded over with lingering arousal.

  Noah Fucking Hart had fingered me in his living room.

  The thought made me clench around nothing. I mourned the loss of his strong, rough-skinned fingers inside me. The thought of being filled with something even bigger, even harder, threatened to make my knees fall out from under me.

  The sexual tension had been simmering between us from the very beginning. I should have known eventually things would lead to this point. All my resolve to keep things professional went out the window the moment he laid his hands on me.

  And now Noah was taking me deep into his apartment, down a dark hallway, to a room with a closed door, where he was going to punish me.

  My insides quivered, not knowing whether to be scared or aroused, or both.

  "Is this the part where you take me to your secret BDSM dungeon?" I said playfully, trying to ease the heavy silence.

  Noah shot me a look. "Are you so eager to get flogged and whipped? Because I'd love to turn those sweet ass cheeks of yours bright red."

  I flushed and stammered. I should have known better than to try play games with him.

  He stroked a hand down my back and cupped my ass. "No. I'm not into that shit."

  "Then what—"

  "Naughty girls don't get to ask about their punishment. They just take it."

  My breathing went shallow, still aroused despite having just been brought to orgasm by Noah's talented fingers.

  He opened a door and pulled me inside.

  It was a bedroom. I was surprised at how mundane it looked. No BDSM playroom. There was a king sized bed with a navy bedspread, a chest of drawers, and a tall mirror hanging on one wall. The kind of austerity I expected from Noah. Very different from the coziness of his living room.

  "This is it?" I asked.

  "You sound disappointed."

  "I thought you were going to punish me." I threw him a bold look. "I've been naughty, haven't I?"

  Noah advanced slowly, a dark smirk on his lips. "Are you doubting whether I can make you beg without any clichéd toys?"

  I took small steps backwards until my legs hit the bed. "Is that what you're planning on doing? Making me beg for mercy?"

  Noah kept walking forward, until he was inches away from me. "You're not going to beg for mercy."

  He was too close. I lost my balance and tumbled backwards onto the bed.

  "What exactly am I going to be begging for, then?"

  Noah crawled on top of me, pressing down with his full weight. I felt his hardness against my stomach. My heart began beating faster.

  "You're going to beg me to fuck you. You're going to beg for my cock. I'm going to make you wait until you're wet and aching and dying for me to fuck you."

  I shuddered beneath him, my panties already soaked at those words.

  "And it's only when you beg for me that I'm going to bury myself inside that tight cunt of yours." His eyes flashed, dark and wicked. "And I'm only going to let you come if you're impaled on my cock."

  I nearly whimpered as heat flooded my entire body. I wanted him to fuck me, needed him to fuck me. I was already throbbing and aching inside.

  But I wasn't going to let him know how much he was getting to me.

  "You want to hear me beg? You want to hear me scream and moan and cry out for you?" I pretended to scoff, even though my thighs were sticky and wet. "Not gonna happen."

  His eyes narrowed. "You sure you want to test me?"

  No. I wasn't sure.

  "Go on, Noah Fucking Hart," I said, challenging him anyway. "Just try and make me beg."

  That evil smirk returned. "You're going to regret those words."

  My heart pumped wildly in my chest as Noah crawled down my body. As he slid down, his hands slid up, bringing the hem of my dress to my waist, over my breasts, and up over my head.

  Deft fingers unclasped my bra and shoved it aside. Noah tweaked both my nipples with a thumb and forefinger, plucking at them until they were bright pink and plump. He mouthed up my stomach with sucking kisses until he reached my chest.

  "Your tits are so hot," he murmured against my skin. "Been thinking about sucking them all day."

  He did just that, sucking one nipple into his mouth with a hot, wet suction. I moaned and squirmed, arching my back to push my breasts further into his hands and mouth. He moved from one nipple to the other, sucking and licking and biting down lightly.

  The sensation had a direct line from my breasts to my very core. I found myself getting wetter with every swipe of his tongue, with every nip of his teeth. He hadn't done anything except play with my nipples and I was already close to begging him to fuck me.

  I regretted having challenged him. I had no doubt he was going to tease me until I was nearly insane with desire, like he promised.

  "Have you had enough?" Noah asked.

  I feigned a yawn. "I'm just lying here as you grope me. You're going to have to work harder than that if you want me to beg."

  But the trembling in my limbs and the madly beating rhythm of my heart was too obvious.

  He kissed his way down my stomach to the top of my thighs. My skin burned wherever his lips touched me; my ribcage, my bellybutton, the hollow of my hips.

  Removing his hands from my breasts, he drew my panties down, throwing them to the floor. He spread my legs open, baring me to his gaze. I flushed at the fire in his eyes as he stared at me, feeling self-conscious despite my arousal.

  "You've been a naughty girl. You lied to me. You're soaked again, just from me playing with your tits." Noah ran his fingertips up my inner thighs, stopping inches shy of where I wanted him. "I'll have to add to your punishment."

  My heart stuttered as he blew warm, wet breath over my very center. My stomach clenched as he placed a soft, biting kiss on my inner thigh. I had to stifle a groan as he flicked his tongue out to lightly tap at my clit. Then he did it all over again until I was a panting, squirming mess.

  "Noah," I moaned.

  "Begging already?"

  I pressed my lips together and shook my head back and forth.

  He licked a firm line between my lower lips, barely brushing my clit with his tongue. My hips bucked without any input from my brain. I nearly choked with the effort it took to avoid crying out.

  He used two thumbs to spread me wide and dipped his tongue into my entrance, thrusting in and out.

  "Oh my god," I moaned as my head fell backwards against the mattress.

  His thumbs caressed my folds, stroking and circling, as his tongue fucked me in a steady rhythm. My hips rotated, grinding against him, unable to keep myself from moving. It was so good. Too good. I almost couldn't handle it. And yet I needed more.

  "Noah," I said again.

  He lifted his head. "You want more?"

  I hesitated. Did this count as begging? I didn't care. I nodded my head silently.

  "That's my good girl."

  My heart stopped beating as he sucked my clit into his mouth, pleasure exploding through me. I cried out, fisting my hands so tight my fingernails cut into my palms. Noah licked and sucked, flicking his tongue out to lick at my clit in rough strokes. Shockwaves of pleasure coursed through my system.

  He played with me relentlessly, without mercy, not stopping for a single moment. My senses were overwhelmed as I rose higher and higher, so close to reaching my peak. I was seconds away from topping over that edge and then—

  He pulled back.

  I cursed and flailed. "No— Why did you—"

  He pinned me down with a heated look. "I told you. You don't get to come unless you're impaled on my cock."

  "I can't— I need to—" I could barely speak in coherent sentences.

  "You know what to do if you want to come."

  I was aching inside, the pulsing almost painful. He hadn't even fingered me while he'd been sucking on my clit. I felt so empty. I needed to be filled.

  I needed Noah's cock in me and I needed it now.
/>   His eyes flashed. He knew exactly what I was thinking.

  Noah divested himself of his clothes with haste. My pussy clenched at the sight. The firm muscles of his chest were covered with tattoos, abstract designs that meant nothing to me, but no doubt meant something to him. His jeans were the last to go. The few seconds I got of his shirtless abs leading down to that tempting V shape of his lower abdomen was enough to make my mouth water.

  Then the jeans were gone and I nearly came when I realized Noah had been going commando this whole time, thin denim the only thing separating us. I licked my lips unconsciously as I took in his size, thick and long, ragingly hard and weeping at the tip. The rumors were true.

  Noah moved to hover above me, his eyes aligned with mine. We were pressed chest to chest, my stiff nipples finding friction against his skin. His hardness brushed my hip.

  "Be a good girl and give me what I want."

  I met his eyes, practically pitch black now, the pupils wide and dilated. The muscles in his arms shook as he held himself above me. He wanted this as much as I did. Maybe even more.

  "Fuck me," I whispered.

  He shifted his hips, parting my thighs with his knees until his cock was right at my entrance. The texture was different from what I'd expected. He must have put on protection. I'd been so absorbed in ogling his body I hadn't even noticed.

  "Louder."

  My inner walls fluttered and throbbed in anticipation.

  "Fuck me, Noah."

  He pressed forward until the tip was barely nestled between my folds. My wetness dripped onto the head of his cock and ran down my thighs. He'd been right about making me wait until I was soaked and needy.

  "I don't think you want it enough."

  "Please," I said finally giving up. Giving in. "Noah, I need you to fuck me!"

  He shoved himself inside in one thrust. My mouth flew open and my eyes rolled back as raging pleasure sang through my every vein. The force of his cock pushing through my folds, the rough drag of his cockhead, was almost enough to make me come on the spot.

  "You sound so sweet when you beg," he murmured into my ear, settling his hips against mine until I got accustomed to his size.

  That feeling of fullness, of being stretched like that, sent thrills up my spine. I was finally being filled, just like I'd wanted. Just like I'd needed.

  "Move." I moaned, squirming. I clawed at his inked back, my legs splayed to either side of his hips. "I need more."

  He pulled out slowly. I took in a deep, shuddering breath. He slammed back inside with almost brutal strength. I let out a choked moan and clenched my fists, digging my nails into the skin of my palms. He stilled his hips again.

  "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." My whimpering was a litany, a supplication for relief from the exquisite agony within me.

  He withdrew again, then slammed back inside. He pulled out and repeated the motion. He fucked into me, again and again, unrelenting, giving me exactly what I needed.

  I could feel myself rippling and fluttering around him. I was getting close again, and this time he had me where he wanted me. I was impaled on Noah's cock and begging for him.

  "Noah," I choked out. "I need—"

  He pressed a thumb to my clit, playing with me expertly until he had me on the precipice, so so close, and then—

  Fire raced through me. I clenched down, squeezing his cock as I came.

  Noah cursed and slammed into me once, twice. His cock twitched and spasmed as he tipped over the edge along side me, the both of us reaching our peak and falling back down together. We moaned as our bodies shook against one another.

  After long moments, I let out a gasping breath. The burn in my lungs matched the burn in my muscles. I was exhausted in a bone-deep way I'd never before felt after sex. The entire experience had been mind-blowing.

  I slowly relaxed against the mattress. Noah stayed lying on top of me as he panted to catch his breath, using his arms to keep from crushing me. We laid there silently, our chests heaving together with every breath.

  "Told you," he murmured.

  "What?" I asked sleepily.

  "That I could make you beg."

  "I happily stand corrected."

  Noah took both my hands and pressed soft kisses to the inside of my wrists. My heart fluttered at the tender touches.

  Noah's eyes flew open. "Wait. Hold on a second."

  I froze. "What? What's wrong?"

  Noah scrambled over to the bedside nightstand, fumbling around in the drawers. His strong, muscled back was to me. His shoulder blades flexed with every movement of his arms. I could see the tattoos from his front curling back around his torso, joining the tattoos on his back shoulders. It was a tempting sight, even after I had just been fucked to within an inch of my life.

  He pulled out a handful of sheets of paper and a pen. Uncapping it with his teeth, he sat on the side of the bed and started scribbling on the lined paper.

  I crawled over to look over his shoulder. "Are you… writing down music?"

  "Yeah," he grunted, not taking his attention away from his work.

  "Was the sex that inspiring?"

  "I always write after sex."

  "So this is what you do? Fuck girls, then write songs?"

  "You got a problem with that?"

  I leaned back, ruminating on his words. A terrible thought occurred to me.

  "Does Naomi know? Is that why I got hired?" I sat up straight in bed, tugging the sheets to my chest. "Is that why none of the others worked out? You didn't want to have sex with them, but you'll have sex with me?" Anger and shame began to fill my chest. "God, is that what this is?"

  "No," he said, cutting off my rising hysteria. "You're talented." He flicked his eyes to me, giving me a slightly amused smirk. "Your fuckability is just a bonus."

  I was torn between crying and laughing. "Fuckability? Is that a word?"

  "I'm a lyricist. It is now."

  "So… you didn't plan all this?"

  "No." He didn't look up from making notes on the paper. "I usually sleep with models or actresses or other musicians."

  "Not fans?"

  He snorted. "Hell no. They all think having sex with me means they're going to be the one girl who captures my heart." The words were practically dripping with disgust. "They all think it means they know me."

  "I want to get to know you, Noah," I said quietly.

  He craned his neck around and narrowed his eyes at me, not saying anything.

  "The real you. Will you let me?"

  He set the papers on the nightstand and crawled back over the bedsheets to loom over me. He held both my wrists down, pressing them into the mattress.

  "I'll show you how you can get to know me," he murmured against my lips before capturing them in a blistering kiss.

  Although I was still exhausted, both emotionally and physically, I opened my mouth to accept his tongue, letting it tangle with mine.

  Even as he fucked me again, slower this time but just as intense, I was torn.

  I was using my body to get ahead in my career, wasn't I? That thought almost drove me crazy.

  But Noah seemed to respect my opinion. He said I was talented. I wanted to continue working with him on the song. Could we really sleep together and still keep things professional?

  It was too late now. I'd finally had a taste of Noah Fucking Hart.

  I knew one taste was never going to be enough.

  Chapter Ten

  That was our routine for the next few weeks. Noah and I would try to compose. He would get upset and frustrated. He'd pounce on me and make me come until I was screaming. Then he'd run off and go back to work, sated and energized.

  After that first time, it had been impossible for me to turn him down. All he had to do was look at me and I gave in. I knew I should have tried to convince him to keep our relationship professional. Tried to convince him I could forget about what we had done if he could.

  I didn't want to forget. The feeling of his lips on mine, his fi
ngers on my bare skin.

  Now that I knew how good Noah was in bed, I didn't have it in me to turn him down.

  "Let's go out," Noah suggested abruptly later that week, cutting me off as I was suggesting we try working on the chorus again.

  "Out where?" I asked.

  "Anywhere. I'm going stir crazy. I need a change of scenery."

  "Like a field trip?" My heartbeat sped up. Going somewhere in public with Noah. Like… a date? "Do we need a chaperone?" I joked.

  "If you want your chaperone to watch as I fuck you in public, sure."

  I choked. "Is that the kind of outing you're thinking of? Going off to have sex in public?"

  "I'm not planning on it. I'm just not ruling it out." He eyed me slowly. "I can't always say no to those fantastic tits of yours."

  "How romantic. Really Noah. You're such a sweetheart."

  "You picked the wrong guy to fuck if you want romance."

  "I'm aware."

  He grabbed his leather jacket and shoved his wallet in his jeans. "I need a drink."

  "It's the middle of the day."

  "I'm a rock star," he said, as if that was all the explanation needed. He shrugged on his jacket and pinned me with a look. "Come on. I know a place."

  I followed him because, in all honestly, a break sounded pretty nice at that moment.

  Composing this song was a lot harder than I'd thought — and I'd already assumed it was going to be the most challenging thing I'd ever done in my life. I tried to keep it hidden from Noah, but inside I was a mess. Sometimes it felt like I could hear, taste, smell the music I wanted to make, but getting those notes down on paper was almost impossible.

  At least I hadn't cried myself to sleep yet. That was a change from back when I was in college.

  I thought Noah was kidding when he drove us to the sketchiest part of town. He pulled in behind a dilapidated building. When I stepped out of the car my heel crunched down on what I was sure was a used syringe.

  I turned to him with my arms folded across my fantastic tits.

  "I don't care how hot you are, I don't care how much this inspires your muse, I'm not fucking you in a crack alley."

  "Is that immediately where your mind went? Dirty girl."