Dangerous Rock (Dangerous Noise 3)

I press my thigh back into his hand.

I tug at his hair.

He goes a little harder. A littler faster.

Then he's there, exactly where I need him.

"Don't stop," I groan.

I writhe.

I rock my hips against him.

He licks me with just the right pressure, just the right speed.

There.

My sex pulses as I come. Pleasure spreads out to my fingers and toes. I'm still shaking, still writhing.

I'm screaming loud enough to wake the entire building.

"Fuck, Joel." I hold his head against me. "Don't stop."

He licks me through my orgasm. And through the after-shocks.

I groan with a mix of ecstasy and agony.

He pulls back enough to nip at the flesh of my inner thigh. "Say my name again, angel."

Fuck, the way his voice gets low and needy when he calls me angel…

He makes me feel like it's sexy that I'm a good girl.

"Joel." My voice breaks into a whine. I've come down enough that I need his mouth on me again. I can't believe how badly I need his mouth on me again. "Make me come again, Joel."

He groans into my skin.

Then he's sucking on my clit. Harder. Harder.

Fuck, that's intense.

Pleasure wells up to a fever pitch. Almost. Almost.

There.

I groan incomprehensible things as I come.

He keeps me pinned to the couch, licking me through my orgasm. My entire body is wrecked with pleasure.

He looks up at me, his green eyes heavy with desire, and suddenly I need more.

I need Joel in a way I've never needed anyone.

I need him so much it's terrifying.

"Fuck me," I groan.

He reaches for something in the bookshelf. A condom. Of course he has condoms in the bookshelf. He has a non-skid mat in his bathtub. I'm sure he has condoms in every nook and cranny of the apartment.