The Rock Star And The Girl From The Coffee Shop (7 page)

"Don't pull it down on my account." A grin touched his lips as his eyes shifted to meet hers.

"Oh stop!" Hanna swatted his knee, but her blush deepened.

Clearing his throat, he focused his attention back to the matter at hand. "Well, not sure if I'm going to be able to remember the chords now."

"Good thing you have it all written down then."

"Smart ass," Bo grumbled; his smile widening as he prepared to play. "Now this is rough, keep that in mind."

"Okay," Hanna edged a little closer to him, her anticipation heightening.

Bo began to strum, a soft, easy melody. After a moment, his voice joined the soft sound of the guitar.

"Could be her silken hair

Cascades of fire.

Maybe it's the way she looks at me

Such raw love and desire.

I've never felt like this before.

It always feels like the first time."

A smile spread across Hanna's lips. His voice was like honey flowing through her. She couldn't have pulled her eyes from him if she'd wanted to. The soft sound of the guitar mixed with his voice, pulled her in.
No wonder women throw themselves at him
, she mused, as she continued to watch and listen, fascinated with him.

"As sweet as the first time...

We kissed. We held.

 
We confessed our deepest emotions.

We laughed. We cried.

We promised undying devotion."

"And that is all I have so far..." He shrugged. "A work in progress. Just started jotting some stuff down half hour ago."

"Cascades of fire, huh?" she gave his knee a playful slap. "If I had a narcissistic personality, I'd be thinking you were talking about me."

Bo laughed. Taking the guitar and carefully placing it into the guitar case beside the bed. He then tossed the notepad and pen onto the bedside table. Tilting his head to the side, Bo eyed her with an intensity that made her stomach do somersaults and made her pussy clench. "Maybe I was."

Had he? Written a song about me!
Hanna eyed him, not sure if he was joking or serious.

"I... Ummmm..." Hanna cringed.

Dammit Hanna, get it together
, she scolded herself. But it was hard. He was so damned sexy and oozed charisma.
He's a musician; it's his job to woo women.
And it was working like a charm on her.

"You make me feel like a giddy fan, you realize that right?"

Uncrossing his legs, he stretched out. "Nah, I don't think so. There's a little tiger in you, just may take some prodding to get it to come out."

Hanna's eyes locked with his again and there was no doubt in her mind he wanted her as much as she wanted him. The struggle on what he wanted to do next was painfully evident in his expression and the tension in his body.

Sitting up, she crawled over to him and without thinking, swung a leg over his lap so she was straddling him. As she settled down onto him, the wet strip of lace between her legs and the thin fleece of his pants the only things separating her wet and throbbing pussy from his rock hard cock.

Hanna lowered her forehead to his, her lips a mere inch from his, their breaths intermingling and breathing synchronizing. Placing her hands on his bare chest and running her fingers along the lines of chiselled muscle, she felt his heart rate accelerating.

"You're making this really hard," Bo whispered, slipping his hands up her outer thighs to cup her ass cheeks and pulled her groin tight to his. The ridge of his cock, rubbed against her pussy and she moaned softly.

"You're making it equally as hard," she countered. Her body began to move onto his, her groin gyrating against him, teasing his cock and revving up her desire.

Closing her eyes, she lowered her lips to his, relishing the feelings of desire rushing through her. The dampness between her legs increased and her need for release was increasing rapidly.

"But you're the one that came into my room." Bo murmured against her lips, pulling back slightly as he slid her from his lap and rolled her onto her back. He rolled with her so his torso covered hers.

"Because you invited me."

"True enough." Bo's hand slid down her stomach to cup her lace covered mound. "Oh fuck, you're wet."

Being more brazen than she'd ever been, but not being able to control herself if she wanted to - which she didn't - Hanna slipped her hand between them and under the waistband of his pants to grasp his thick, hard cock. She swiped her thumb across the head, and discovered a pearl of cum gathered at the head.

"It appears I'm not the only one."

A low feral groan, escaped Bo's lips seconds before his mouth came crashing down onto hers. The tenderness was gone as he nipped at her lower lip and, as she parted her lips, his tongue slipped past her lips, intent on dominating hers.

She began to stroke him, as she gripped tight to his shoulder with her other hand. She spread her legs slightly as his fingers pulled aside the lace panties and slipped between her wet folds.

Hanna moaned against his lips, her tongue wrestling with his as she bucked against his hand. She knew she needed to stop this. She didn't want to become just another woman to him, but as he thrust two fingers deep within her, stopping him was not an option. Her body and desire was taking over all other thought or sense of reason.

His fingers began stroking her inner wall, as his thumb found her clit, rubbing her clit in time with his fingers stroking her inner wall. She bucked harder against his hand, as her hand grasping his shaft stroked him harder, faster. More of his pre-cum, gathered at the tip, and his groans matched hers in frequency and intensity.

Pulling his lips from hers, his grey eyes - filled with such an intense hunger it sent chills of pleasure through her - locked with her green ones. Her body began to tremble under him, as she came closer to the brink.

"Oh Bo, I want you. Oh God, I want you so badly."

"I know," he murmured as he lowered his lips to the side of her neck alternating between his teeth nipping and his tongue lashing at the sensitive flesh. "Soon."

Soon....
The word echoed in the back of her head, but she didn't have time to consider. Her body became a coil, tight and on the verge of breaking. Her pussy was throbbing, and every inch of her was preparing for release. The anticipation was so good it hurt.

"Come for me Hanna. I want to feel it."

His voice was soft and coaxing, sending a delicious shiver through her. Suddenly, she was there and toppling over the edge of her desire. Closing her eyes and arching her back, she cried out as her body tensed and then released with a gush of her juices greeting his probing fingers.

"Bo, oh Bo."

Opening her eyes, she could see the strain in his eyes and expression. Her hand on his cock tightened and she began to stroke him faster and harder, needing to feel him come over her hand almost as much as she had needed to come, moments before.

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Bo was fighting with himself. He wanted her. He wanted to feel her soft, wet pussy surrounding his shaft. He wanted her more than he'd ever wanted anyone in his life, but he fought his primal instincts. Damn it, it was one of the hardest things he'd ever done in his lifetime, especially knowing she could be his if he wanted her.

"Fuck Hanna, you feel so good. I've never been so fucking turned on."

A coy smile touched her lips, and a gleam of mischief shone in her eyes, mixing with her desire. "Prove it."

Chuckling softly, he captured her lips with his, as he began to stroke her again. She bucked against her hand and he shifted his body so he was settled between her legs.

Stop it now Bo. Stop before you can't
. The voice in the back of his head urged him. His cock fought with the voice of reason. She spread her legs wider, welcoming and enticing him. Tugging down his pants, she rubbing his cock against her pussy, the only thing keeping his dick from entering her was a strip of lace saturated with her juices - juices for him.

His balls hardened painfully. He was going to come, hard and fast. He stroked her pussy harder, wanting to feel her pussy clenching around his fingers one last time.

"Stop or I won't be able to hold back any longer." His voice was hoarse, and he wasn't sure if she even heard his plea over the sounds of her moans.

Her body trembled under him as she bucked wildly against his hand, her body writhing under his. Suddenly, he became overwhelmed with his arousal and groaned against her neck, as his cock stiffened and then a spray of his cum shot from the tip, coating her mound and stomach.

She released her hold on his shaft and cried out as her pussy clenched around his fingers and then released a rush of her fluids which ran down his fingers and then hand. Removing his fingers from her sweet, warm core, he braced a hand on either side of her head and looked down at her. Her long red curls were a beautiful mess around head, face was flushed, her lips puffy from his rough and frantic kisses, and her emerald green eyes glazed over with desire.

"I swear you're the sexiest woman I've ever met Hanna," he whispered.

She closed her eyes, and when she reopened them, the desire was gone and a look of surprise and embarrassment replaced it. She opened her mouth to speak and then snapped it shut.

Slowly, he lowered his lips to hers, kissing her tenderly and then pulled up to look into her eyes again. "Beautiful."

Pulling his pants up, he rolled over onto his back and glanced up at the clock mounted on the wall. It was 3pm.
Fuck
. He needed to be up in four hours. Running a hand through his hair and sighed, his whole body still on edge, despite the orgasm.

He glanced over at her, as she sat up and tried to straighten her clothing and tame her unruly curls. "You really are adorable. I wish I didn't have to, but I have to be up in a few hours."

A frown touched her lips, and a flash of sadness flashed in her eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'll..." She scrambled to her knees and began to squirm her way from the bed.

Reaching out, Bo grabbed her upper arm before she could get away. "Where ya goin'?"

She looked back over her shoulder at him, to the door and then back at him. "Well, I thought that..."

"You're not planning on taking off on me now are you?"

Hanna frowned, indecision evident on her features. "Well, I umm..."

"You can go back to your room if you prefer, but I'd like you to stay here, with me."

He could see a wave of relief wash over her and she nodded. "Okay."

Releasing her arm, he patted the bed next to him.

Smiling, she crawled back to him, and snuggled against his side, nestling her face against his neck. Wrapping his arms around her, he settled down into the bed and pulled her tight to him. She felt good. He'd forgotten how good it felt to have someone he truly wanted cuddled against him. He liked it, more than he knew he should, considering he barely knew her.

Chapter 7

Bo glanced over at Hanna, still asleep in his bed, as he buttoned up the fly to his faded blue jeans. He had an interview with MTV, the first of several appearances that day, in less than an hour and a car was going to be at the front door to his building in ten minutes.

He'd been tempted a number of times to wake her up that morning, but didn't have the heart to. He'd woken up with a hard-on so rigid that he could have broken bricks with it. Jacking off in the shower was only a temporary relief, and now as he peered down at her, the hem of his t-shirt edged up to reveal her round ass, covered in lace, his dick was once again becoming painfully hard.

She moaned softly and her eyes fluttered open. A look of confusion crossed her expression, but quickly gave away to a smile as her eyes landed on him. Rubbing her eyes, she rolled over to her back, bracing her elbows behind her and looking over at him.

His eyes lowered to the apex between her legs. Her movement had pulled the t-shirt up fully making her lace panties fully visible. His cock jerked, begging him to cancel the interview and stay there with her.

"Good-morning." Her smile widened and then she frowned as her eyes followed his to see what he was looking at. "Oh shit!" She quickly sat up, pulling the t-shirt down. "Sorry."

Grinning, Bo gave his head a shake. "No need to be sorry. I was quietly enjoying the view."

A deep crimson, that rivalled her hair coloured her porcelain skin. "Guess I should have worn the boxers you gave me."

"I'm not complaining." He made a show of letting his eyes wander the length of her body, enjoying her embarrassment. "I prefer it this way in fact."

Cocking her head to the side, she raised a brow at him. "That so?"

"That's affirmative." Walking over to the bed, he sat down beside her. "Listen, I have to go to a bunch of interviews. I'd like to blow it off, but Jeremy is blowing them off to spend the day with Jackie, so I have to be the responsible one and go."