I pulsed and throbbed around him, close to the edge. Noah twitched and flexed inside me. He was close, too. He brought a hand to the apex of my thighs and played with my clit. My nails scratched against the wall as my whole body shook.
My climax hit me with lightning speed, taking my breath away. I choked and sobbed with the pleasure of it, bucking my hips, wanting him to keep going, to fuck me through it.
Noah didn't let up, doing exactly what I wanted, continuing his thrusts even as I felt him harden and twitch, spilling himself inside of me with a stifled groan.
I panted and shook, gasping for air until slowly the trembling of my body ceased. My limbs went weak. Noah wrapped his arms around me, holding me close, keeping me upright. I straightened my back, leaning against his chest. He let out a hiss as he fell out of me.
"Holy shit," I moaned softly.
"Nothing holy about it." Noah's voice was wicked. "That was pure sin."
I turned in Noah's arms, clutching his shoulders and pressing my forehead to his chest. "I'm fine with being a sinner if it means you keep doing that."
"You mean, fucking you in public?"
My head shot up, eyes darting around. "Oh god."
"Did you forget where we were?"
"For a second, yeah." I groaned in embarrassment. "I bet everyone out there knows what we were doing."
"They've heard worse. They've seen worse."
My heart clenched. "You do this often?"
"Are you asking if I regularly bring girls to this pub and fuck them in the backroom while everyone listens?"
I stayed quiet.
"No. You're the only one." I felt Noah press a kiss to my hair. "I don't often lose control like this."
Relief blossomed through me. I knew a man like Noah Hart had his share of women. I just didn't like thinking I was only one in a long line of them.
"Is there another way out of here?" I asked tentatively. "I don't know if I want to do a walk of shame through the bar."
"We can sneak out the back entrance. I don't want to get shit from Jessie either."
Noah found some spare napkins to clean up and tucked himself back into his pants. He reached out to take my hand then paused, a wild look on his face.
"You got any paper?"
"Paper?"
"Or whatever. Something to write on." Noah tore through the back room, upending boxes and tossing them around. "I need to write down some music."
"You're really going to do that here? Now?"
Noah grabbed a random pen and began scribbling on a napkin. He murmured to himself, humming indistinctly.
I used the rest of the napkins to clean myself up, righting my dress and putting my panties back on. I watched as he wrote down line after line of music notes.
I should have known better than to hope for cuddles or sweet talk. This was about par for what I could expect from Noah.
"So coming to a dive bar did help you find inspiration after all," I drawled.
Noah looked up to find me sitting on a discarded chair. He looked down at his napkins for a moment before shoving them into his pocket. He came over to me and took my hand, pressing a soft kiss on my inner wrist.
"Sorry," he murmured. "I get kind of carried away."
"It's fine. Your music is important."
"You're important, too."
My heart gave a little flutter. "And you said you didn't do romance."
He looked uncomfortable. "You're an important part of my process. For composing, I mean."
"Sure. Of course. Your process."
I couldn't help but smile inwardly. That emotional barrier of his was slowly crumbling, piece by piece. Maybe soon they'd be low enough for me to peek over those guarded walls.
