Noah (The Mitchell/Healy Family #1)(32)
Author: Jennifer Foor

We kissed again, this time allowing our tongues to slip around together. I grabbed at the back of her panties and started pulling them up, tugging so that they’d go between her lips and rub on her clit. She gasped against my mouth and opened her eyes. Her breathing was heavy, and if we didn’t have people waiting I was pretty sure she’d let me continue what I was doing.

I let her down, allowing her feet to touch the ground again. Before she could push her dress back down, I reached my hand between her legs, adjusting the panties and getting a slight feel of her skin, which felt very smooth. I groaned against her mouth and rubbed the fabric that covered her pu**y. “I’m going to make you cum until you can’t walk straight. You hear me?”

She nodded against my mouth and allowed me to keep rubbing that warm, welcoming spot. I swear for a second I even thought she spread her legs, allowing me easier access. My lips ran over the base of her neck and up to her ear, while I slipped her panties aside with two fingers. I needed to feel it, to feel what her pu**y was going to be like. As soon as I separated those lips and inched my way in between, I knew I was in for something dangerous. She was wet, unbelievably soaked and ready. I groaned again, picturing the way my dick could slide right inside with a simple push. “Oh, baby, there’s no denyin’ it now.” I pushed my fingers inside of her more and then started moving them back and forth. “Tonight this is mine, you hear me? Oh f**k, darlin’, I want this right now.”

She kissed me and spoke at the same time. “We need to get back inside.”

I f**ked her with my fingers harder. “You want me to stop?”

She shook her head. “No!”

I kissed her so hard that her head fell back against the building. I picked up one leg and held it up, while continuing to please her with my other hand. My thumb began a vigorous circular motion over her clit and I felt her body begin to buckle. Her face tightened and she let out this cry that sounded of pleasure and pain mixed together.

I pulled my fingers out before she was finished, and her eyes sparked open. I lifted my two fingers up to her mouth and dragged them across her lips. “When you lick your lips up there on that stage, I’ll know you’re thinkin’ about me f**kin’ you later. Do it, Shalan. Taste your pu**y and try to deny that it’s proof you want me.”

She licked her top lip lightly and closed her eyes.

There wasn’t need for a response. I could see it from her body language. In just a couple hours she’d be in my bed, naked and giving me what I craved.

I slid her panties back over and pushed down her dress, before walking back inside and leaving her breathless.

The next set went better. I sang along side of her as backup, while she continued belting out songs that I’d never tried to sing before. Each time I caught her stare she was wetting those lips. It didn’t matter if the taste was gone. I knew she was ready, and that’s all that I wanted.

Our last song choice was supposed to be an old song by Fleetwood Mac. Once again, I wasn’t going to have to sing. At the very last minute she changed it up. Shalan pulled me off the stool and started singing.

She started the song with the chorus, I guess so the band and I would catch on.

“I want to kiss you all over.

And over again.

I want to kiss you all over.

Until the night closes in.”

Then I chimed in.

“Until the night closes in.”

The band started to play and the crowd got rowdy. Loud whistles could be heard over the music.

Shalan smiled and approached me, singing the song to me instead of the crowd.

“When I get home, babe, going to light your fire.

All day I have been thinkin´ about you, babe.

You are my one desire.”

She left the next verse to me and I prayed I knew all the words. After all, it was an old ass song.

“Going to wrap my arms around you.

Hold you close to me.

Oh, babe I want to taste your lips.

I want to be your fantasy, yea.”

I thought about those lips and how they tasted, and I’m pretty sure it was what she expected me to do. She ran the back of her body up and down me, and I played into her little show, acting surprised to the crowd.

“Don´t know what I would do without you, babe.

Don´t know where I would be.

You are not just another lover.

No, you are everything to me.”

I knew it was song, but she was still singing it to me. I kept singing, while running my free hand over the front of her abdomen. The crowd of people seemed to like to show, and I wasn’t about to back down.

“Ev´rytime I am with you, baby.

I cannot believe it is true.

When you are layin´ in my arms.

And you do the things you do.”

Then together we sang,

“You can see it in my eyes.

I can feel it in your touch.

You do not have to say a thing.

Just let me show how much.

I love you, I need you, yea.

I want to kiss you all over.

And over again.

I want to kiss you all over.

Until the night closes in.

Until the night closes in.”

We sang the whole song together, secretly knowing that it was foreplay between the two of us. Nobody had to know what I wanted to do to her, and it turned me on more knowing we were starting it in front of them.

When the song ended our lips were inches apart. Her eyes were fixed on me, and a huge smile was across her face. She knew she’d done well. Shalan didn’t need me to tell her. The crowd of cheering people were going crazy for her.

As the band began to clean up and we started helping them, that’s when the base player approached us. “So tonight was awesome, you guys. Listen, we wanted to wait and see how things went before we asked you again, but based on tonight’s performance I’d say you both know what you’re doing. Me and the guys are in a real bind. Without a lead singer we’re going to have to cancel our gigs for the next two weeks. I know you’re just here visiting, but we’ll take whatever we can get. Of course, you’ll be paid for your time.”

“We’ll do it.” Shalan didn’t wait for me to respond.

“Perfect.” He turned to face the other members. “They’ll do it.” I nodded when they did, kind of a man’s way to say thanks.

He paid us a hundred bucks each for the gig, and Shalan handed it over to me. “This is for the dress.”

I closed her hands with the money inside. “It’s yours. All I did was help out.”