HARD ROCK TEASE BONUS SCENE – NOAH HART POV
The concert had been intense. The fans were still cheering our names as I walked off stage. A good portion of them were cheering for me and me alone. Noah Fucking Hart. A smug feeling rose up in my chest. I’d given it my all tonight.
I could have waved it off, saying that I put one hundred perfect effort into all my performances, but that would have been a lie.
It was because of her. Jen. My muse. My girl.
I flinched inwardly at the thought.
For fuck’s sake. I was getting sappy inside my own head. I had to fucking quit that shit.
Seeing her out there, right at the front of the stage, staring up at me with those big brown eyes was arousing as fuck. Even from the stage I could see the flush on her face, the heat in her gaze. Knowing that she was thinking erotic things about me, thinking about my lips and tongue and cock, was enough to make me hard.
Of course, every other girl in the audience was probably thinking the same thing. They all wanted to me to fuck them.
This girl was different. I couldn’t explain it. Something about the way she looked at me. It wasn’t like the others. They all wanted Noah Fucking Hart. They all wanted the rock star god.
Jen looked at me like she was seeing into my soul. Like she was unraveling the thin, frayed strings holding me together. This girl saw the tangled mess that was Noah Hart and instead of running away, she used gentle fingers to try and undo the knots. To try and fix it.
To try and fix me.
When I walked into the artist lounge after our concert those smug feelings deflated like a balloon. I nearly exploded with rage.
That asshole had his arms around Jen.
I’d told Cameron multiple times to keep his hands to himself. Of course he didn’t listen. Fucker never did.
And of course he just had to throw that goddamn party back in my face.
I struggled to retain my composure. Struggled to keep them from knowing how shitty I still felt about it.
Jen told him I apologized. Shit. The last thing I needed was for Cameron to think I’d gone soft.
Of course, I had just growled at him to keep his hand off my girl.
Fuck. There I went again. I was sure Cameron was already planning on how to taunt me about it.
He called me by that stupid ass nickname Damian had invented. His Royal Highness. I nearly snorted out loud. At least it wasn’t as bad as Jessie’s name for me. Mr. Cranky Pants? Fucking seriously?
Cameron threw his arms around me. Showering me with affection, as he liked to say. As if he thought I was deprived of it as a child.
Well. I suppose he wasn’t wrong. Still didn’t mean I wanted that shit from him.
I tried to swing a punch but he danced away, laughing at me the whole time.
Cameron asked if I had staked my claim. I suppose I had. No one else was allowed to touch Jen, especially not that flamboyant jackass. He couldn’t have caked on any more eyeliner if he tried. Who did he think we were, fucking KISS?
I dragged Jen away. If I stayed any longer Cameron would say something else to piss me off, then I’d say something back, and we’d get into one of our bitchy fights and August would tell us off for the millionth time.
I didn’t need Jen to see us acting like eight year old’s fighting over a toy. Something in that red-headed asshole just brought out the worst in me.
Although, as much as I hated to admit it, some part of me deep down didn’t hate the way Cameron needled me all the time. It was different from the shit I’d put up with as a kid. I’d never tell him, but squabbling with him was just how I’d imagined having a brother would have felt like.
I snorted to myself again. I didn’t need a brother. I didn’t need any more family than I already had. Lily was enough. Lily was the only person I needed in my life.
I glanced at Jen out of the corner of my eye.
Well. Maybe Lily wasn’t all I needed.
My arm was around Jen’s waist. I could feel the heat of her skin beneath my fingers through the thin fabric of her dress. Fuck, I wanted to tear off that dress. I wanted to plant myself between her thighs. I wanted her screaming my name in pleasure. Wanted her begging for me.
Now it was Jen’s turn to ask if I was staking my claim. So what if I was? She was mine, in all things that mattered.
Her breathing sped up, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I could feel the slight trembling of her body beneath my hands. Not fear. Not worry.
I looked around for the nearest private spot. Well. Semi-private. I knew I’d never get true privacy backstage. Not that I wanted it. Knowing that someone might hear Jen screaming my name was almost as good as her screaming it in the first place.
I found an office. Good enough. I closed to the door. No lock. Even better.
When Jen began to protest I silenced her with my mouth. Fuck, this girl tasted so sweet. The slight quivering of her lips, the small sighs she moaned into my mouth. I wanted to bend her over that desk and slam into her then and there.
But I wanted to taste something even sweeter first.
I demanded she take off her panties and spread her legs. Her blush was fucking adorable.
Shit. There I went again.
What the fuck ever. I could admit it. Jen was precious as fuck. I wanted to devour her, defile her. I wanted her to fall apart into pieces and be re-made under my hands.
I dived between her legs. I reveled in the taste of her on my tongue. So sweet and delicious. So pure and divine.
She shrieked and dug her hands into my hair, urging me on. I gave her everything she wanted. Yeah, I could have teased her, but at that moment I wanted her pussy more than I wanted her to beg.
I ordered her to come on my tongue. She obeyed my command, the sweet thing.
I pulled away and kissed the breath out of her, making her taste herself.
Then she told me her friends knew we were fucking. They knew how she begged for me.
Fuck that was such a turn on. I wanted the whole fucking world to know. I wanted everyone to know how she squirmed and pleaded and panted for me. Wanted everyone to know I was the only man who could satisfy her.
I needed to hear her. I needed to hear her begging for me again. I needed her dying for my cock.
When I finally took her, when I finally thrust into that tight, wet cunt of hers, I nearly blacked out. Fuck, that pussy was like magic.
She told me to use her, to fill her, to ruin her. Those dirty words leaving such a sweet mouth nearly had me blowing my fucking load.
I fought to hold off. She had to come first. I played with her clit, making her shriek again. Someone was going to hear. Someone was going to hear me fucking this girl so hard she couldn’t even contain herself.
Fuck. That was it. That was all I needed. I fucking exploded, coming so hard it was almost goddamn painful.
We panted together, catching our breath. She tugged me down to lay on top of her. I worried about crushing her. She didn’t seem to care. She clung to me, snuggling down into my chest. She let out a happy sigh and stroked my back absentmindedly. Her touch sent shivers running through me.
My heart began pounding, in a way that had nothing to do with the vigorous fucking I’d just given her. My chest clenched, as if a vice had clamped down around it. Fuck, the simplest touch, the smallest gesture from this girl, and it sent me reeling.
I rolled off her, disposing of the condom in a nearby trash bin. I helped her off the table. She still clung to me on shaky legs.
When she complimented me on my performance, when she got all sappy on me, I felt that vice around my heart return. I played it off, not wanting her to know how much her words got to me.
She called me her favorite. Why did that make my heart race? Fucking stupid.
She got quiet. Her gaze turned far away. Normally after we had sex she had plenty to say. Gone was the starstruck girl I’d first met. Not that Jen was a chatterbox. We wouldn’t have lasted two minutes together if that were the case. But she was never at a loss for words anymore. She held her own against me. Not many people could. It was admirable.
She still looked lost in thought. It made me curious. She was always doubting herself. Always putting herself down. She didn’t believe she could be as talented as I said she was. Had my performance brought on more doubts?
When she finally spoke I blanched inwardly. She wanted me to bring in the other guys to work on the song.
Like fuck I was going to let that happen.
She didn’t understand.
Fuck, half the time I didn’t understand.
I just couldn’t.
I couldn’t let the guys know I was having trouble.
I couldn’t let anyone to know I wasn’t able to do it myself.
My whole life it had been Noah and Lily against the world.
Now Lily was gone. I was all alone.
That was fine. I preferred it that way. Letting people get close always lead to trouble.
But Jen thought she knew everything about me. Always trying to fucking psychoanalyze me. Always trying to understand me. As if there was anything complex to understand. Noah Fucking Hart was an open book — a smug, caustic, deviant asshole.
But the more she pushed, the more it made me worry. What if it had nothing to do with her and her self doubt and her issues?
What if it had to do with me?
Fuck, what if she didn’t want to work with me anymore?
A spike of adrenaline hit my system.
Fuck no. I couldn’t let that happen. The only reason I was halfway close to finishing this goddamn song was because of her. I needed her.
It hit me like a sledgehammer. I stared at Jen. She was still talking. Still worried about not being able to finish the song.
Those gorgeous eyes, looking up at me with desire. Those pretty lips sighing in pleasure. That sweet mouth whispering dirty, pleading words. That sharp mind and those nimble fingers, capable of producing awe-inspiring music.
I needed all of it.
I needed her.
I needed my girl.
And it would be a fucking cold day in hell before I let her walk away from me.
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