The Rock Star And The Girl From The Coffee Shop (14 page)

Bo held tight to her, kissing her temple. "You should have called me when they recognized you. Why did I have to find out from Jeremy?"

Hanna pulled back a little, taking care to keep her face away from the window and the reporters. "I didn't want to bother you."

"Baby, are you kidding me? Those people out there are harassing you because of me." He frowned, giving her a stern look. "You should have called me."

"I didn't want to bother you. I'm not your responsibility..."

Bo, slipped a hand into her hair. "Dear God woman! I've never met a woman so reluctant to let me take care of her."

"Well, I just..."

Bo lowered his lips to hers, as he urged her lips up to meet his. The crowd erupted outside, but Hanna barely noticed. His lips brushed hers, teasing hers. When her lips parted and she moaned softly, his tongue thrust into her mouth, deepening the kiss.

Hanna, fisted the lapels of his leather jacket, the crowd completely forgotten as her body ignited, against him. She pressed herself against him, her groin brushing against his and his cock jerking to life as a result. To her dismay the kiss ended much sooner than she'd have liked, leaving her breathless and weak in the knees.

With the ending of the kiss, she once again became aware of the hundreds of people outside. She became aware of the cameras and video cameras all recording every intimate second between them.

"Bo, what are you doing? The cameras..." She looked nervously out into the gathered crowd as another round of flashes went off.

"Now everyone in the world will know you're the girlfriend of Bo Savage and so you're going to be forced to stay with me and go on tour. And as my girlfriend, you don't have to worry about supporting yourself or having the money for what you want or need because I'm here to take care of that."

"Bo, this is crazy. We barely know each other." Despite her words, a rush of excitement and relief raced through her and a smile broke out on her face.

"I know I'm crazy about you and I want you around. Since you're pretty much fucked right now, until this media storm is over and they jump onto something else, I don't see you having any other choice."

Taking one more glance over her shoulder at the gathered crowd, she knew he was right. "That kinda sounds like blackmail Mr. Savage," she teased, flattening her palms against his chest and caressing the muscle under the cotton t-shirt.

He grinned and shrugged. "As long as I get what I want, you can call it whatever you please, babes." Pulling her against his chest, he lowered his lips to her temple. "Let's go home and get you away from this craziness."

*****

"Do you mind if I grab a shower before heading to bed?" Hanna asked as Bo ushered her into the bedroom. Her uniform and hair reeked of coffee and cleaner. The last thing she wanted was to snuggle up in bed with him smelling of bleach and coffee grinds.

"It's almost morning sweetie." Despite his words, he headed for the bathroom, Hanna hurrying after him. "But if you like."

"Oh, and I just thought of something."

Bo bi-passed the shower and headed for the large two person Jacuzzi tub. "What's that?"

"I have no clothes except for the uniform I have on." She looked down at the shit brown coloured uniform. They were form fitting, so despite the disgusting colour they accented her curves nicely and looked good on her. But certainly not something she could wear out and about.

"Good thing we're in Manhattan then." He looked over his shoulder and grinned at her at her as he started to run the water.

"I... Bo. I can't afford to buy new clothes."

Happy with the temperature of the water coming from the faucet, Bo straightened up and closed the distance between them pulling his t-shirt up and over his head as he walked and tossing it to the floor. "You're not buying new clothes. I'm buying you new clothes. We'll make a day of it. I'll have several clothing stores closed for an hour or so, that way we can shop without being harassed."

Hanna sighed as he pulled her into his arms and backed her against the white marble bathroom counter. He swiftly undid the button and fly on her polyester pants and pushed them down her hips. They puddled on the floor at her feet. Lifting her up, he set her on top of the counter.

"But, I don't want you supporting me."

It was Bo's turn to sigh as he tugged the black neck tie around her neck, and pulled it off. He then proceeded to undo the buttons on her blouse. "You do realize that I make an obscene amount of money Hanna, right?" He lifted his eyes, cocking a brow up at her.

"Well..." She nibbled at her lower lip, not sure how to respond.

"I make more money than one man ever needs to make. Taking you shopping and buying you some things and having you tour with me is such a small drop in the bucket, it's a non-issue."

She watched his fingers undo the remainder of her shirt buttons and he pushed the material off of her shoulders. The blouse fell down her arms and off, leaving her in her plain white satin bra and panties. "I don't want to be a burden. Ya know?"

Bo grinned. "When you become a burden I'll kick you out, how's that?"

Hanna laughed and swatted at his shoulder. "Goof. That's what I'm scared of. My apartment and things and-"

"Will all be taken care of," he cut in. "Stop worrying." He leaned forward, reached behind her and unclasped her bra. He slowly peeled the garment from her, freeing her breasts and tossed it to the floor. His eyes lowered to her breasts as he palmed them. His thumb and index finger began to roll her nipples between them, making her gasp and moan softly. She wiggled on the counter, her desire igniting and her pussy dampening.

She opened her mouth to protest, but he covered her lips with his. He kissed her lightly and pulled back. "Or... Consider it an "I'm sorry" gift for turning your life into chaos." He kissed her between her breasts, and then kissed the sides of both. "And if I recall a few days ago you mentioned I have the reputation of being a "man-whore" so maybe you'll help elevate my reputation in the media."

Hanna shook her head laughing. "I'm not so sure I'd do much to elevate you, but..."

Her laughing died out and she frowned. Was he serious about the whole girlfriend thing, and going public? "Seriously? You want me to do interviews and stuff like that?" She shuttered at the thought.

She hated cameras and hated being put on the spot. She'd been a chunky kid and equally as chubby teenager and had grown extremely self-conscious over the years, to the point where she refused to have her picture taken. While she'd lost most of the weight, she still carried what many people would consider excess pounds and was uneasy about having her picture taken and being put up for scrutiny.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, Bo pulled her down off the counter and to her feet. Placing a hand on her neck, he stroked her cheek with his thumb. "I'd never make you do anything you don't want to do sweetie. But if you want to and when you're ready then I would appreciate it. But no pressure and we
did
just meet, so there's no rush to officially go public."

Stepping back, he undid his pants, pushed them down and stepped out of them. His fully erect dick, stood tall, beckoning her. Following his lead she removed her panties and then taking his outstretched hand allowed him to lead her to the nearly filled Jacuzzi.

Everything was moving so fast. Too fast. But at the same time she felt so comfortable with him. It felt right. Was it wishful thinking? Was she star-struck? Maybe it was lust at first sight and it would wear off for both of them.

Bo helped her into the water and followed suit. Sitting back in the tub, he pulled her over to him. She quickly climbed onto his lap, sitting down so his cock stood up between her legs. Firmly grasping his shaft, she began to slowly stroke him.

Chapter 13

Bo inhaled sharply as her soft hand began to work him. "Oh Hanna," he groaned closing his eyes and further relaxing in the tub. The water was so soothing and her hand felt so good, he needed to give himself a moment to bask in the feel. He could easily get used to this - her. Sharing his bed with her, taking care of her.

There was no doubt in his mind this was right. Or maybe it was because she was on his lap, stroking him, grinding against him, her breasts pressed tight against his chest. Either way it didn't matter. She was the first woman he'd met that had captivated him. It wasn't an easy thing to do, but she'd accomplished it in the matter of a few days so he had every intention of keeping her close to his side.

Secretly, he was glad the whole fiasco with the paparazzi happened. He hated that she had to go through it, but now she was here, with him.

She leaned over him, continuing to stroke him, her lips ghosting across his. A faint smell of coffee, combined with her perfume drifted to him. Who knew the two scents would make such an erotic combination.

Bo's hands cupped her ass cheeks and he pulled her tight to him. She sighed softly against his lips, and then nipped at his lower lip, drawing it into her mouth.

"Ride me honey," he groaned. His cock was becoming painfully hard, his balls equally so. Hanna sat up, and slid his dick to her entrance. She rocked on him a moment, sliding the head back and forth along her from her clit to her ass and back again.

Sliding his hands up her back, he palmed her breasts. His hands and fingers kneaded and caressed her plump globes, turning her large peach coloured nipples into hardened peaks. His cock settled at her entrance once more and she began to press down taking him in. She moaned and speared herself onto his shaft.

The pleasure of her warm core surrounded him. Sitting forward he took one of her nipples into his mouth as he continued to palm her other breast.

"Mmmmm. Bo," she gasped, taking him into her - balls deep and leaning back. Thrusting her breasts forward, she placed her hands on his knees and began to move on him. She closed her eyes and her long curls cascaded down her back to submerge into the warm water.

He released her nipple, and sat back watching her; watching the subtle movements of her hips as they rotated while she moved up and down, and then the bounce of her breasts. His hands slipped back down to her ass and he began to move with her.

She gripped his shoulder, while keeping her other hand braced on his knee. She began to move faster, and with more force. The sensations of raw pleasure running through him increased, as she sped up the rotations. Her moans and whimpers became louder, more frequent. Each moan and little cry of pleasure pushed him further to the edge and made him echo her moan.

"Oh fuck baby!" Bo groaned through clenched teeth, his desire rapidly reaching its breaking point. Embarrassedly fast. Droplets of water shimmered on her breasts as she bounced with more force, mere inches from his lips and her red hair swung wildly around her head.

"Oh God. Oh Bo. So good! I'm coming. Oh God!" She suddenly pushed herself forward and claimed his lips, kissing him roughly. Her fingernail dug into his shoulders painfully, but he barely noticed.

Her movements were hitting a frantic pace, pulling her body up and slamming down onto him - fast and hard. The water slashed violently around them, spilling over the sides of the tub and soaking the black marble floor. Her pussy gripped and milked him, begging him to cum. She was so warm, so wet. Her pussy felt so amazingly good -heavenly even.

His balls began to tighten, his shaft throbbing.

"Oh yes... yes, yes, yes!" Hanna pulled her lips from his, and cried out, grinding on him a final time. Her pussy tightened around him, and moments later a gush of her fluids surrounded him, but she didn't stop. She didn't even slow her pace. She continued fucking him at a frantic pace, eager to feel him explode within her needy core.

He was about to hit his breaking point when the realization that he wasn't wearing a condom came to mind.
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.
But the feeling of barebacking her was too good to stop now.

"Oh Bo!" she murmured.

As soon as the thought of a condom came to mind it disappeared as her mouth claimed his again and he gave in. He gave in to her probing tongue, and into his need to release and fill her with his seed. His finger dug into her ass cheeks as he thrust up into her, and groaned against her mouth as a stream of his salty cum shot into her, filling her and mixing with her juices. The feeling of satisfaction was sweeter than he could have ever imagined feeling their united fluids seeping past his cock and into the water.

She body trembled once more, her pussy clenched around his rapidly depleting shaft, and she buried her face against his neck, mewing softly. Feeling spent, but extremely satisfied, Bo pulled her tighter her breasts crushing against his chest and stroked her hair, relishing the feel of their united bodies without the feeling of a barrier between them. The damage had been done, if there was going to be consequences to their love making then he'd deal with it when it came about. For now he just wanted to enjoy the feel of her.

She held tight to him for a couple of minutes, keeping him buried within her, but a yawn from her, broke the moment. She pulled back and smiled sheepishly.

"The sex keeping you up?" he teased, brushing a wet strand of hair from her face.

"No, it's just been a long day."