A new idea came to me. I slithered down from his lap. He looked confused for a moment, as if wondering why I was leaving. I knelt in front of him, in the middle of the limo. I was on my knees, my gaze focused entirely on the bulge in his pants growing larger with every second I continued staring at it.

I pressed my palm against the stiff length through his pants. Noah inhaled a sharp breath. I lifted my eyes to meet his.

His gaze burned into me with a level of intensity I'd yet to see. It froze all the air in my lungs.

"You want to take me in your mouth?" he murmured.

I flushed, ducking my head.

"Don't get shy, now," he admonished, tipping my head up, forcing me to look at him. "All you need to do is ask."

I nodded shakily. "I want it."

He brought a hand to my cheek, brushing my bottom lip with his thumb. "Been dreaming about those pretty pink lips of yours." His eyes were transfixed on my mouth, as if he couldn't look away. "Been thinking about that mouth stretched around my cock for weeks." He pushed through my lips, resting the pad of his thumb against my tongue, stroking softly. "I'm dying to see how deep you can take me."

My cheeks flushed, but not with embarrassment this time. With arousal. I wanted to see how deep I could take him, too. My mouth watered at the thought.

His hand left my cheek to sift through my hair. "Take me in your hands."

I lowered his zipper and his cock sprang free. Noah always went commando. I wrapped one hand around him. Noah hissed. I stroked with a soft touch as I examined him closely. He was so big, thick, and burning hot under my fingers.

I leaned forward to take him in my mouth. Noah fisted my hair and tugged, stopping me.

"Tell me what you want."

I lifted my eyes to meet his. "I want to taste you."

"Is that all you want?"

I flushed, not knowing how to answer. Noah was the one who was good at dirty talk, not me.

"You want your lips stretched wide around me?"

My pussy clenched as I nodded.

"You want me to fill your pretty mouth with my cock?"

I moaned softly. "Yes."

"Then be a good girl and suck me."

Keeping my eyes on him the whole time, I parted my lips and wrapped them around his thick, weeping tip. I flicked my tongue out, tasting him just like I wanted. He groaned, a low, rough sound. That groan sent waves of heat coursing through me.

I sucked him down further, sliding my lips along his shaft. I used my tongue to caress the underside on the way down, and swirled around the head as I slid back up. Noah placed a hand under my jaw, guiding me slowly up and down.

"Just like that," he hissed. "Fuck, your mouth is so hot."

I flushed with pride. Knowing that I was giving him as much pleasure as he always gave me was intoxicating.

His cock twitched and I sensed he was getting close. I clamped my lips around his head and sucked hard. He tugged on my hair, lifting me off him with a pop.

"As much as I'd love to come in that sweet mouth of yours, there's something I want even more than that."

I scrambled to climb back on his lap, removing my panties in one smooth motion. He took the time to slide on protection. As I straddled his hips, I felt the head of his cock nudging against my folds. Noah placed a hand under my ass, lifting me up.

"So fucking wet." He gripped the base on his cock with one hand and teased me with the tip. "You got off on sucking me, didn't you?"

I moaned and squirmed, rocking my hips to try and take him inside of me. His hand on my ass prevented me from sinking down onto him. My inner muscles clenched and throbbed. A sweet ache pulsed between my legs until I was panting with need.

"Tell me how much you want it."

"Noah!"

"Tell me," he demanded.

"I need you to fuck me. Right the fuck now, dammit."

He removed his hand from my ass and placed it on my shoulder. With a sharp push he shoved me down onto his cock.

I let out a shuddering moan as he slid into me. The rough drag of his cockhead sent pleasure soaring throughout my body. I arched my back, trying to take more of him, wanting him deeper.

He lifted me up again, using hands on my hips to guide me, then slammed me back down. I felt myself parting around him with every push and pull. My mind was reeling at the sensations, my body jolting with every thrust.

I threw my arms around Noah's shoulders and clung to him, letting him set the pace. I simply held on and let him fuck himself into me, as hard and as fast as he could.

We moved in unison, our hips grinding together. Noah began letting out soft grunts as he twitched within me. Reaching between our bodies, he used his thumb to rub and play at my clit.

White hot pleasure exploded through me. My limbs trembled, going limp as I slumped against him. Noah's arms around me were the only thing keeping up from falling over. He clutched me to his chest as his hips slammed into me at a furious pace. He let out a final groan as he spilled himself inside me.

We shuddered against each other, bodies coming down from the high. I panted heavily into his shoulder. Noah buried his face in my neck. We were still fully clothed.

"Shit," Noah cursed.

"What?" I sat up, alarmed.

"I don't have any paper."

I stared at him for a moment before laughing. I climbed off him, wincing as his cock left my body. I searched through my purse, pulling out a handful of paper and a pen.

"Here."

Noah took them from me with a curious look. "When did you start carrying around a pen and paper?"

"Since that time at the bar."

Noah's gaze was piercing. He looked down at the papers in his hand, then shoved them back into my purse. "Never mind."

"What do you mean, never mind? If you're feeling inspired, you should write."

"It can wait."

"But what if you forget-"

He cut me off with a kiss. I melted into him, letting our tongues brush together. He slowly let me go, staring into my eyes for long moments. His were dark and unreadable. He looked away and grabbed my hand, tugging me out of the limo. "You ready to go?"

Still giddy from my orgasm, I let Noah drag me into the club as I pulled my panties and skirt back into place.

"Let's dance," I insisted as the pounding beat hit us. I still wanted to be as close to him as possible. I didn't want to let him go.

"I don't dance."

I faked a pout and tugged at his sleeve.

"Don't give me that look," he said with a wry smile.

Noah scanned the room for the closest bar and made his way over, tugging me along with him. He nodded to the bartender and held up two fingers.

"You want to go find the other guys? You said Cameron got you some private VIP thing?"

"Not yet."

He handed me a beer and steered me to a corner with tall tables. They were all taken. He glared at one couple until they began to look uncomfortable. The girl whispered to the guy and they took off, shooting nervous glances at Noah as they left.

Noah immediately parked us in front of the table.

"You didn't have to do that," I said.

"Do what?"

"Scare those two off like that."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

I eyed Noah over sips of beer, wondering why he'd decided to skip the group outing and hide us away by ourselves.

"So, I've thinking more about the song," he started.

"Are you always thinking about our song when you fuck me?"

"As if I could think of anything but your sweet pussy when I'm buried balls deep inside it."

I flushed. He was always saying such dirty things out loud. It was as embarrassing as it was a turn on.

"I wasn't thinking about the song until after," he said.

"So what about it?"

Noah began outlining some changes he wanted to make. I listened with half an ear as I sipped on my beer. The longer he talked, the bolder I became.

"I want to dance." I interrupted Noah in mid sentence.

"I told you. I don't dance."

"Then come grind up against me. That's what passes for dancing nowadays, anyway."

His eyes flicked to the couples gyrating on the floor dance. "No."

More than a handful of beers later and Noah's eyes were slightly unfocused.

"The song. It should be sweeping, you know? Epic. Epic, that's the word. I want our song to be epic."

I hid a smile behind my drink. Noah had begun rambling after his fourth beer. I'd limited myself to two. He didn't seem to have the same understanding of limits.

"We can do epic," I agreed.

"But it can't just sound epic," Noah insisted. "It needs to feel epic. The song needs to speak to people. They need to feel it in their bodies. In their souls.

My lips twitched in a suppressed grin. "Of course you want people to have a spiritual experience when they hear your song."

"Not spiritual. Something more sensual."

"A sexual experience?"

He pointed his finger at me, wavering slightly. "Exactly. Yes. Sexual. I want people to spontaneously orgasm when they hear the song."

"You're gifted with words and sexy as hell, but that's going to be hard to pull off."

"I can pull it off," he said with complete assurance. "I'm Noah Fucking Hart."

"I wish I had that much confidence in myself."

"You should." He pinned me down with a heated look. "You're talented and sexy as hell, too."

I melted a little inside. "Come with me." I stood and held out my hand.

"Where?"

"You'll see."

He eyed me suspiciously but allowed me to pull him away from the table in the corner. I led him to the dance floor. When we were in the middle of all those gyrating couples I turned around and placed my arms over his shoulders, lacing my hands behind his neck.

"You tricked me," Noah accused, standing stiffly with his arms at his side.

"Put your arms around my waist."

He grumbled, but obeyed.

"Now sway."