SOAR (The Indigo Lounge Series Book 4) (13 page)

“Hi,”
she murmured, her raspy voice a touch shy.

“There
are two coat hooks just above you to the right. See it?” She glanced up and
nodded. “Slide your phone in there.”

He
turned back to his desk. Thanks to his tech prodigies, he’d learned a few new
neat tricks. He grabbed the phone on his desk, issued a new set of instructions
to his driver and connected his mobile to his laptop. He hit the full screen
button and her image flared into wide view.

Somewhere
in the madness of his helpless rage and frustration at the chaos ruling his
life, he’d forgotten just how incredibly beautiful she was. The angled view of
her looking up into the camera, eyes wide, mouth full, parted and trembling,
stopped his heart for a terrifying few seconds before it slammed into his ribs.

Christ…

Her
tongue slid out to lick her lips nervously before she pouted. “Noah, I can’t
see you.”

His
gaze darted to the small box and saw that her view was of his throat not his
face. Giving in to the insane urge, he drifted his fingers over the image of her
cheek, her throat and lingered on her lips, his heart still racing. Then he
schooled his features and angled his phone. “Release your seatbelt.”

She
frowned. “I’m in a moving car, Noah. It’s not safe.”

Had
he not been aroused to the point of pain, he’d have laughed. And reminded her
how she’d crawled onto his lap on the way back from the jazz funk gig in
Vienna. “You’re no longer moving.”

FOURTEEN

Leia
glanced around her in surprise. “Where am I? And where’s the driver?” she
whispered with a touch of embarrassment.

“You’re
in a safe place and he’s close by. Release the seatbelt and take off your dress,
Leia.”

 
Her gaze lowered, and she complied albeit
with excruciating slowness. Watching her lift her hips to wriggle out of her
dress was pure torture. But the sight of her bare breasts and the filthy
decadence of the stockings and garter
was
even worse.
Or better. Hell, he didn’t know anymore. He was going insane. Because if he’d
had any brain cells left, he’d have ended this call the moment she was safe.

She
dropped the dress, settled her red-tipped fingers on her thighs and glanced up
into the camera.
That look
of submission sent fire
through his veins.

“You
are so fucking beautiful,” the words tripped out of his mouth before he could
stop them.

A
slow stretch lengthened her body, as if in direct reaction to his words. He
clawed a hand through his hair and pulled hard, hoping the pain would focus
him. All it did was make him yearn for a different pain. The pain he wanted to
deliver to those tight nipples. His mouth flooded with saliva as the urge to
bite, suck and feast on her charged through his body.

“What
next, Noah?” she asked. Her head tipped back against the seat in supplication,
her body slowly opening wider to his gaze. Awaiting his command.

“Slide
your right hand over your stomach. Slowly. Now use your nails. I want to see
the blood surge under your skin.” She gasped and her nipples tightened into
stiffer peaks. “Again,” he growled.

Over
and over she scoured her flesh, until her stomach showed four lines of red.

“Slide
your panties down to your knees. No, keep your knees together.” He couldn’t
handle seeing her pussy. Not just yet.

Without
raising her gaze, she hooked her fingers into the sides and did as he
commanded, leaving the flimsy thong caught at her knees. That picture of utter
perfection made the hand caught in his hair tremble. Noah didn’t dare touch
himself. Not yet. Or he’d explode into a million useless pieces.

Taking
a deep breath, he concentrated on staying on the right side of coherent. “Pull
on your nipples for me. Show me how tight they are. Look at me when you do
that,” he growled.

Letting
go of her panties, she slid her hands over her body, lightly cupped her
breasts, catching the rock hard nubs between finger and thumb. Even through the
screen, he saw how tightly she pinched. His groan drowned her gasp and her eyes
grew hazy with desire. But he wanted…
needed
more. “Harder, Leia. Make it
hurt.”

“Yes,
Noah.” She caught her lip between her teeth, pulled and let out a helpless cry
as her back arched off the seat.

Holy
hell…

Again
and again she tugged at her nubs until her thighs quivered under the sensations
rolling through her.

“Tell
me how you feel,” he ordered. His breath fogged the screen and he realized he’d
leaned so close to the laptop, he was in danger of unseating himself. He
relaxed a touch and groaned when his erection brushed against the edge of his
desk.

“My
skin’s on fire and…and I feel like I’ll go crazy if I don’t touch myself.”

“But
you are touching yourself, baby. You’re fondling your pretty little nipples. Is
that not enough?” he taunted.

Her
eyes met his, sultry and alluring, wide and imploring. She shook her head.

“
Vocalize
.”

“I
need to touch my pussy.” She tugged harder on her nipples, and her mouth
dropped open as she gasped in frantic breaths. “Please.” Her knees started to
part.

“Not
yet!”

 
Her legs slammed shut again.

He
sucked in a satisfied breath. “There’s a folded blanket behind you. Grab it.”
He gave her time to gather herself and do as instructed. When she had the
cashmere cloth in her hand, he said, “Fold it over again, lie back on the seat
and use it as a pillow. Do it without opening your legs.”

The
haste with which she complied spoke of her frenzied need for release. She swept
her hair out behind her, swung her legs onto the leather seat and stretched
out. Without him asking again, her eyes rose to his, her gaze fully compliant.

“How
badly do you want to come, baby?” he rasped.

Her
hips rolled once before she settled, but her hands fluttered over her stomach,
as if magnets pulled them toward where she burned hot and urgent. “I’ll do
anything for it.”

He
stilled as a spike of anger pierced his arousal. “Don’t you fucking make
promises you can’t keep. We both know you won’t do
anything
, so use
different words. How badly, Leia?”

Fear
entered her eyes. “Badly enough that I’m willing to do whatever you ask me to.”

“That’s
better.” His gaze dropped to where her fingers had crept lower to her mound.
“Hands down by your side, now.” The boom of his voice made her jump.

A
touch of rebellion narrowed her eyes, but she was caught up in their connection
enough to know she would pay dearly for non-compliance.

Her
hands settled beside her hips. She swallowed. And waited.

Noah
finally gave in and gripped his hard on. Electricity jolted from his fingers,
through his cock and into his body. The rush was so
powerful,
he closed his eyes and cursed. His heartbeat thundered loudly in his ears. With
his free hand, he tore at his tie, loosening it before he passed out from lack
of oxygen.

When
he’d freed a few buttons, he sucked in steadying breaths and opened his eyes. She
was staring at him, her mouth parted. That hint of her tongue stud had him
rubbing at his agitated cock all over again. He needed to bring this to an end.
Right fucking now.

“Take
off your panties. I want to see how wet you are.”

Exhaling,
she folded her knees against her chest and Noah caught a glimpse of her sweet,
glorious, glistening pussy. He fumbled for his fly, pulled down the zipper and
curled one hand inside his boxer briefs to release his desperate cock. It
jumped in his hand, screaming for satisfaction. Gripping the base to keep from
prematurely blowing his load, he stared at the breathtaking woman filling his
screen.

Her
panties were dangling from her finger and her spiky heels were crossed against
her ass. His tongue thickened in his mouth.

“Brace
your feet on the roof, baby,” he croaked as a bead of sweat trickled down his
temple. “And then…then do what you need to do.”

She
wasn’t expecting that. Her head rose off the blanket and her eyes clouded.
“Noah?”

He
heard her confusion. The knowledge that she was wary of accepting the control
he was giving her should’ve thrilled him no end. Had their situation not been
so fucked up, it would’ve meant she trusted him to be the sole provider of her
pleasure, to withhold or reward as he saw fit. But they were fucked up. And he
was hanging by a frayed thread, which he suspected would snap before the minute
was up.

“It’s
okay, baby. Do it.”

Slowly,
her head sagged back onto the blanket. Her heels planted several feet apart on
the car’s roof and her eager fingers slid alongside her clit. Eagerly, he
stroked himself in rhythm. Pre-cum dripped over his thumb. He groaned at the
sight of the rough treatment she was giving her beautiful pussy.

She
caught her swollen clit between two fingers and squeezed just the way he’d done
to her before. She whimpered at the sensation and rolled her head from side to
side.

Releasing
the engorged bud, she slid two fingers inside her tight sheath. The sound of
wet suction filled his ears, and Noah’s cock jerked. As if the sound had
triggered her hunger beyond endurance, she went to town, fucking herself with
fast deep strokes. Her stomach quivered as she writhed and drowned in pleasure.
In another time, another place he’d have told her to slow down so he could
savor the experience.

But not tonight.
Letting out a deep moan, her head rose
drowsily off the blanket. “I want to see you, Noah. All of you.”
A quick, desperate swirl of her tongue over her upper lip.
“Please.”

He
was too
far gone
to deny her. Rising, he kicked his
chair away and leaned against the wall, his cock still wrapped in his fist. “Is
this what you want?”

Her
gaze dropped to his engorged staff, and she made a guttural sound of need.

“Yes.
Oh God!”

Her
stomach muscles quivered. That physical evidence of her hunger for him set the
last of his brain cells on fire.

“Now,
Leia!”

Nodding
eagerly, she plunged in and out. Her skin flushed. Her moans grew louder as she
neared her peak. “I can’t hold on any longer,” she gasped.

Noah
pumped his fist and grunted, unable to speak. Leia’s movements turned frantic. When
he realized she was holding her breath, his mouth dropped open in shock. Then
she totally blew his mind by slapping her pussy hard.

Again
and again she delivered firm, stinging smacks to her sex. His heart pounded as
he watched, completely entranced. Her face grew pinker with the need for oxygen
and the pleasure churning through her. But she locked her gaze on him. Seeking
permission. Even now.

Jesus.

“Let
go, baby. Come for me.”

With
a breathless scream, she climaxed. Her legs dropped to the seat, her stunning
body convulsing in the grip of feverish pleasure.

 
A roar ripped through his throat as he
came hard and helplessly. Resting his head against the wall, he forced his eyes
open. He didn’t want to miss a single moment of her pleasure. After several
minutes, she stilled, her eyelids drifting closed.

Staggering
back to his desk, he collapsed into his chair. Another five minutes went by.
“Leia, get up. It’s time to put your dress back on.”

“Hmmm,
do I have to?”

“My
driver’s a good man with a young family. I’d hate to have to kill him for
seeing you naked, so yes, dress on now. You’ll find a hand towel in the
compartment to your right. Use it to clean yourself up.”

She
rose
slowly, her body sleek, her hair sexily disheveled
and stunning as hell. But her brows were bunched in a frown. “You seem to have
come prepared. Have you done this before?”

He
opened his drawer, grabbed a white handkerchief and cleaned himself up. “Do you
care?” Now that his brain cells were regenerating, the feelings he’d pushed to
the side were resurrecting too.

Her
nostrils flared and she bit her lip. “Yes. I care.”

That
stupid lance of pain again. “No, I haven’t video called a woman in the back of
my car and watched her make herself come for me before. I prefer to be an
active participant in my sex games.”

She
slid a hand through her hair. “Oh. Okay…good.”

He
laughed, the sound coated in rough pain. If she heard it, she didn’t show it.
Maybe she was still caught in a hazy aftermath. She found the towel and slowly
swiped it between her legs. His cock twitched, and he forced himself to
breathe. The moment she folded it one side and pulled her dress on, her eyelids
began to droop. “Seatbelt, Leia. Now.”

With
another pout, she wriggled into place and snapped the belt on.

“Noah?”
Her voice was little above a whisper.

His
cock twitched with a weak spurt of semen. “Yes?”

“It
was good to…talk to you.” Her eyes were almost shut. She sighed and settled
back with her head turned toward the camera.

His
throat tightened. “Yeah…sure. Lie back for a minute.”

A
weak smile. “Okay.”

And
because he really was a weak, pathetic fool, who had just come in his hand from
watching the sexiest woman on earth finger-fuck herself to orgasm…because every
single cell in his body regretted not being right there with her, holding her,
Noah watched her sleep.