The Rock Star And The Girl From The Coffee Shop (12 page)

Grinning, and tugging her lower lip between her teeth, she lowered her foot. "Finished." Bending her knees she swayed them back and forth. "Just waiting for you." Her eyes lowered back down his body to his shaft, standing tall and proud.

"In that case..." He slipped onto the bed and lowered his lips to her stomach. Her breath caught in her throat as he kissed her stomach and began to slowly move lower. The wetness between her legs increased and a tremor rocked through her.

"Bo..." Her jaw clenched as he took the frilly waistband of her panties between his teeth and tugged them down. The heat of his breath tickled and tantalized her pussy, reminding her of how good it felt to have his tongue between her legs.

Her panties were tugged down over her hips and as her mound became revealed to him, he released them from his teeth and pulled them down and off.

Bo cupped her mound and gave it a light squeeze, forcing her juice onto his fingers and to run down her ass. "I love it when women shave."

Hanna could feel the burning of her cheeks. Normally she didn't shave fully. She usually kept it trimmed short, but on impulse before she left she'd gotten a bikini wax. It was as painful as hell, and extremely embarrassing to have some strange woman between her legs, but seeing the look of pure, feral lust in his eyes made it completely worthwhile.

He slipped two fingers into her, stroking her inner wall, his eyes glued to hers. She squirmed under him, her frustration and need reaching its breaking point.

"Are you always this much of a tease?" she complained, closing her eyes and bucking against his hand. His chuckling had her opening her eyes and to her frustration, he removed his fingers from her, leaving her feeling barren.

"Not always." Slipping from the bed, he made his way across the room to the large cherry stained dresser.

Turning to her side, she watched him walk away, enjoying the sight of his tight ass. Opening the top drawer of the dresser he searched for something and upon finding it, closed the drawer and turned back to face her.

Upon seeing the foil packet in his hand she breathed a sigh of relief. The torment was nearly over. Her eyes dipped to his shaft.

"I thought women loved foreplay." Bo pushed off the dresser and strolled towards her. His cock bobbed with each footstep, taunting her.

"Maybe I'm a grand finale kinda girl."

Laughing, Bo clucked his tongue off the roof of his mouth, as if in consideration.

Hanna rolled onto her back, and braced herself up with her elbows behind her. Bending her knees, she spread her legs wide for him. His grin faded as his eyes lowered to the apex between her legs. Sliding her hand between her legs, she spread her lips for him, and slipped a finger deep. She moaned softly, but kept her eyes on him. He opened the wrapper as he closed the distance between them and rolled the condom on.

As he reached the side of his bed, he grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed until her bottom was at the edge, and the tip of his cock was aligned perfectly to her entrance. Hanna moaned softly in anticipation, her pussy clenching as she removed her fingers from her core and lifted her arms over her head. Arching her back, she stretched and writhed on the bed, trying to ease the tension within her.

Bo ran the head of his cock between her soft folds. "My God, you drenched."

Hanna smiled as she sat up and slid her hands around his waist. "Because you've been teasing me for two days," she explained kissing his chest and then laying back down, pulling him down with her.

"I see." He braced a hand at the side of her head and brushed his lips across hers.

"
Please
." She could hear the yearning in her voice and by the feel of his body tensing over hers it was apparent so did he.

He chuckled softly. "Sorry." His lips claimed hers as he pressed himself against her entrance, barely breaching her. His tongue forced it way past her lips, in search of hers.

She moaned against his mouth, her hands lowering to his ass and her fingers digging into his firm ass cheeks. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pulled him down and into her.

He gave in to her, slowly filling her, stretching her to her limits. Pulling his lips from hers, he buried his face against her neck and groaned. An overwhelming relief rushed through Hanna as he filled her, every inch giving her the satisfaction she'd been craving.

She clung tight to him, as he filled her to the hilt. "Oh God, you feel better than I'd imagined." Hanna whispered, savouring the feel of his body covering hers, her breasts crushed under his chest, their bodies bound as one.

Bo pulled up slightly to peer into her eyes. "You too, baby."

A shiver rocked through her in the intensity of his gaze. A long unsteady breath escaped her. Just having him buried within her had taken her to the edge and she was teetering at her breaking point. It was an incredible combination of need, satisfaction, and pleasure. A part of her wanted to remain as they were for an eternity, locked in each others' embrace, joined as one, but the primal part of her demanded more. It demanded release. Now!

The primal side of her won out.

"Fuck me Bo."

He remained still an additional moment before pulling out and slamming into her, quickly and with so much force it moved her a part of an inch up on the mattress. She cried out, she was there. So close.

"Bo," she gasped. As he pulled out of her a third time and slammed into her, she found herself toppling over the edge. The two days worth of need and went flooding through her and exploded between her legs, coating his cock with her nectar. His groan mimicked hers as his lips came crashing down on hers as he began to fuck her in earnest, not giving her time to bask in her orgasm.

Her hands moved up his back to his shoulders, gripping into the lean muscle as he rode her. She matched the pace of his thrusts, working in unison with him as her juices seeped from her and down her ass.

"Oh. So good." Bo groaned as he tore his lips from hers and braced himself up with a hand on either side of her head his eyes catching hers, as he thrust harder, faster.

She couldn't respond, all she could do was hold onto him, and savour the feel of wave after wave of pleasure running through her. The coil within her began to tighten once again, the anticipation building.

"I'm going to come again," she gasped, releasing his shoulders and fisting the blanket over her head. She bucked and writhed under him wildly. "Oh Bo!"

He lowered his head and nipped at the side of her neck. A bolt of electric pleasure shot through her. "Close, so close."

"God yeah baby. Come on my cock." His warm breath on her neck, and the huskiness of his voice, pushed her to the edge. Sensing her impending orgasm, he increased the speed of his thrusts, the head of his cock beating against her pussy wall and stroking her g-spot.

"Oh yes. Oh God yes. Oh Bo!" She arched her back, closed her eyes and cried out a final time as the pleasure washed over her. Her body tensed under him as her pussy gripped his cock, milking it, begging it for his seed, seconds before she exploded around him. A relief so intense that it brought tears to her eyes overtook her as she released the blanket under her to cling to him.

Chapter 11

Bo couldn't have held back, if he wanted to. Her tight pussy throbbing and tightening around his dick was too much. "Oh damn baby," Bo groaned as his balls tightened, his cock pulsed and he was finally given the relief he so desperately needed.

He grunted, as he thrust a final time and a rush of his cum shot from him, in a series of spurts until he was left, spent and sated, buried deep within her heated core. He silently cursed the thin layer of latex separating them. He'd never had an issue with using a condom before, but in this case, he cursed it, wanting to feel the mixture of their fluids surrounding his rapidly depleting cock.

Once the final spasm rocked through him he pulled up and looked into her eyes. Her green eyes were filled with a mixture of satisfaction and hunger. Her make-up was smeared and her red hair a wild, erotic mess around her head. Bo smiled and kissed her softly.

"That was amazing Hanna." he murmured brushing his lips against hers.

She returned his grin and nodded. "Amazing."

Something passed between them as they gazed into each others' eyes. A moment. A feeling that told him that Hanna was more than just another woman. She was more than a stunning red head that gave him a hard-on simply with a smile or a whiff of her perfume. She was special. Different. And he needed more time with her, more than anything else at that moment.

The feeling of her fluids dripping onto his balls, and the condom growing slack around his dick, broke the moment between them and made him curse silently. With a groan of frustration and annoyance, he slowly pulled out of her moist core and her embrace.

Standing he took another look down at her. Her face was flushed and her pussy lips wet from her juices. He was tempted to drop to his knees and taste her again, but refrained.

Removing the condom he turned and made his way over to the waste can, disposing of it. He had to leave New York in the morning to continue the final leg of their tour and that meant sending Hanna home.

I should get her to come on tour with me.
He'd tossed the idea around in his head most of the day. Maybe she'd be interested, but that would mean her leaving her job. Would she? He turned and looked over at her. She'd burrowed herself under the down filled comforter and was sitting in the middle of bed, the thick comforter puddled around her waist.

She cocked her head to the side, and an uneasy smiled emerged. "What?"

"I have to leave tomorrow."

Her smile widened. "And..."

"I don't want to."

Hanna laughed. "I think there are millions of fans out there that would be pretty upset if you didn't."

"So I was thinking you should come with me."

Her laughter halted, indecision filling her eyes. "I have to go to work."

"You serve coffee for a living. You can get a crap job like that anytime."

Her eyes narrowed, her mouth becoming a firm line, and he immediately caught his mistake. Closing the distance between them, he pulled the comforter up and slid in next to her. When he closed the distance between, to his relief, she let him.

"It's what I'm good at," she whispered lowering her eyes.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. You're right, it was a jackass comment."

"I don't want to work there the rest of my life, but for now I need that job." She looked up at him her expression passive.

Damn, you're a dick, Savage
, he chided himself. "I'm sorry. I've never met someone I wanted to spend time with like I do you. I was just hoping. But I understand. It's too quick. I get that."

"I-"

"Forget about it." Leaning back onto the mattress, he pulled her into his arms. To his relief she snuggled tight to him, placing her head on his shoulder. "Just know if you change your mind and want to come on tour with me, then the offer is always open. I'll take care of you Hanna." He chuckled, kissing the top of her head. "I have a few dollars in the bank so I don't mind taking care of..."

She shifted in his arms and kissed him lightly on the lips, silencing him. "When you're done with your tour if you still want me, then we can talk about it."

Bo brushed her cheek with the back of his hand and the traced her lower lip with his thumb. "I can guarantee, there's no worries of me not wanting you. The offer is open if you change your mind."

*****

"I can't believe you turned him down. What is wrong with you Hanna?"

Hanna sighed, she knew as soon as she informed Jackie, she'd be getting an earful. She shrugged. "I don't want to be like some groupie that follows him around. And I don't want to mooch off him."

"I would have in a heartbeat." Jackie inserted the oversized bag of milk into the milk dispenser and closed the stainless steel dispenser. Bunching up the empty bag, she'd just removed she tossed it into the garbage can under the counter. "But Jeremy didn't ask."

Hanna cringed at the bitter hint to her friend's words. "Yeah, but I know for fact he's really into you. Bo told me."

Jackie turned back to Hanna, a smile starting to form on her lips, her eyes brightening. "He discussed me with Bo?"

"Yeah. Maybe he's just not as quick to take things further as Bo is. Or..."

Sensing something was bothering her, Jackie frowned, approaching Hanna. "Or? What's wrong?"

"Well, what if he's just the impulsive type. What if he's already regretting asking and hoping I don't change my mind?"

"Are you serious?"

"Well, yeah." Bending down, Hanna grabbed a sleeve of paper cups, opened it and thrust it into the dispenser. "Ya know. In the heat of the moment men say all kinds of crazy things. I love you. Live with me. Quit your job, go on tour with me and I'll support you. You know crazy things they don't mean."

Jackie's frown turned to a scowl as she rested her hip against the counter, and crossed her arms over her chest. "What is it with you?"

"What do you mean?" Grabbing another sleeve of cups, Hanna rammed them into the second dispenser.