The Rock Star And The Girl From The Coffee Shop

by Terry Towers

  He groaned, low and feral as her pussy clenched around his tongue seconds before a stream of her juices greeted him. Her nails tug into her palms as her orgasm flowed over her, but Bo's tongue was relentless, pressing and probing - begging her for more of her sweet nectar.

  Her moans became louder, more frantic. She found herself climbing the summit rapidly and less than a minute after her first orgasm she was overcome by a series of short, yet powerful climaxes, that left her spent, her partially exposed chest heaving and laying flat on the table.

  "Baby, get up. Hurry!"

  "Huh?" Still trying to regain her senses she pushed herself up into a sitting position and looked at Bo who was already standing and doing up his clothing.

  He nodded towards the dining area. Close to a dozen people were staring at the mirror, curious expressions on their faces, and their waiter was approaching the room, their meals on a large tray.

  Oh shit!

  With her heart hammering in her chest, she pushed herself off of the table and adjusted her clothing, while trying to flatten down her wild red curls.

  "Do you think they know?" She asked her eyes wild with horror as she looked over at Bo as he adjusted the table its original state.

  He paused what he was doing and grinned at her. "The way you were moaning and screaming, there's no doubt in my mind they heard."

  "Oh noooooo." Her face burned, hotter than it ever had and she covered her eyes with her hand as if to fend of the humiliation.

  His grin widened. "Have I ever mentioned I love when you blush like that?"

  Lowering her hand, she rolled her eyes at him. "Well, it seems to happen an abnormal amount around you."

  Laughing, he walked over to her chair and motioned for her to sit down. "Sit missy. The foods here and you're going to need your energy tonight."

  Despite her series of orgasms the fire between her legs ignited. She could barely wait.

  Chapter 10

  Despite their meal, Bo could still taste her on his lips. Dinner couldn't have gone any slower if time had stopped. All he could think about was getting her home so he could relieve the throbbing in his jeans. He'd wanted to wait until he was finished the tour before sleeping with her, but he knew that it was impossible.

  "And, we're home." Bo opened the door to his penthouse and ushered her in, sneaking a glimpse of her beautifully round ass as she breezed past. The floral smell of her perfume teased his nose, and he had to fight the urge to pick her up, push her against the wall and fuck her in the foyer. What was it about this woman that drove him insane he didn't know, all he knew was that he couldn't seem to get enough of her.

  Maybe he'd spent too much time closed off and not enough time indulging in the groupies like the other band members did. Hell, according to Hanna, he was already a... What did she call him... Manwhore. He cringed. If he was going to get such a label he should have at least indulged in the pussy to deserve it!

  "What's wrong?"

  Closing and locking the door, Bo turned to face Hanna and smiled. "Nothing baby."

  "Oh hey, did the guards tell you that there was a naked woman in your dressing room when I got there?"

  Ahhhh, Fuck. He raked a hand through his hair. "Nah, he didn't."

  "Does that happen often?"

  She didn't look angry, just curious. He breathed a sigh of relief. He was tempted to lie and say no, but he didn't want to lie to her. He wanted her to know exactly what came with being with him. It still wasn't too late for her to run the other way before either of them got too invested in each other.

  "Yeah. It happens more than you would expect."

  "Do you ever..." She chewed at her lower lip and shrugged. "You know... fuck them?"

  "I won't lie, when the band started getting popular I did a couple times. But, that wasn't who I was. Sex with random women for the sake of fucking just isn't something I'm all that interested in, so I consumed myself with work."

  "What about the other guys?"

  Bo laughed. "The others like to party."

  "Jeremy included." Her expression darkened, and a worried looked flashed in her eyes.

  Bending down he placed a chaste kiss on her lips. "Don't worry. Jeremy wouldn't intentionally hurt your friend. He's had his share of women, but he's open to finding something more permanent. He seems pretty content with Jackie."

  Her expression brightened as she bent down and unbuckled the straps on her heels and stepped out of them. "Good. Jackie can be a handful."

  "So can Jeremy, so I'm figuring they're a perfect pair." Shrugging off his jacket he hung it in the coat closet and then turned his attention back to Hanna. "So, enough about them."

  "Well, we have one night left before you leave... What are we going to do to entertain ourselves?" She unbuttoned a couple buttons on the bodice of her dress as she began to slowly walk backwards, towards the staircase, her eyes scanning him and lingering on his hardening cock.

  His dick jerked in his pants as she undid a couple more buttons on her bodice. The material began to part, revealing her red lace bra, covering her modest breasts.

  "Oh, I know I can think of something."

  "But, you have to travel tomorrow shouldn't you be getting some sleep?"

  He stalked towards her, grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms. She gasped as he pulled her tight to him, and slid her hands up his chest to lock her fingers behind his neck, gazing up at him with increasing passion.

  "We don't have to do this baby." He ran his index finger along her collarbone and she trembled against him. "We can enjoy each other and wait until I get off tour to take the next step."

  Hanna giggled and rolled her eyes at him. Stretching up against him, she brushed her lips across his. "Are you going to make me beg like one of your little groupies Mr Savage?"

  "Hmmm. Begging..." He clucked his tongue off the roof of his mouth, pretending to consider.

  "Alright." Unlacing her fingers, she slid down his body until she was on her knees in front of him, her fingers undoing his belt and then jeans.

  "Please, Bo." She looked up at him through her long lashes, unzipping his jeans.

  "Damn Hanna baby. Maybe begging won't be necessary after all."

  She cocked a brow at him, as she finished undoing his pants, hooked her thumbs into his belt loops and pushed his pants down. His boxers came next leaving his hardened cock standing at full attention less than an inch from her glossy lips.

  She grasped his shaft at the base, and began to stroke him, in firm but slow motions. A low groan escaped him, as her soft hand surrounding him fuelled his desire for her.

  "Forget begging. Just keep doing what you're doing."

  She looked back up, and grinned. A dollop of cum began to emerge at the tip of his dick. Keeping her eyes locked to his, her tongue lashed out and swiped at the pre-cum. Watching her tongue flick at his cock and swirl around the head was almost as arousing as actually feeling her tongue on him.

  Bo threaded his fingers into her hair, and continued to watch as she ran her tongue down the underside of his shaft and then back up, alternating between licking and gentle nipping. He let out a low, unsteady breath as the tension within him increased.

  "You look amazing sucking me baby."

  "Mmmmm." She worked her way down and back up his shaft and then once again teased the head. Taking the head of his dick in her mouth, she gently sucked. A tremor rocked through him and he fisted her silken strands, urging her to take him in fully, while bucking against her mouth.

  "Deep throat me sweetie. Feels so good."

  Her eyes lowered down to his dick and she did as told, taking him in further. She took him in as far as she could, until the tip of his cock slammed against the back of her throat. Grasping the base of his cock, with one hand, and his balls with the other, she began to massage his balls and pump the base as she began to move up and down on him.

  She moaned as she milked his cock. The sweet vibrations rocked through him. Through gritted teeth, he fought the
need to come, her sweet lips and soft hands felt too good for it to end so soon.

  Sensing his impending orgasm, she let his shaft fall from her lips and placed a line of soft kisses down the underside until she reached his balls. She placed a light kiss on each of his balls before sucking one into her mouth.

  A flood of pleasure rushed through him again, pushing him to the brink. Again, he fought to maintain control. "Baby, if you're attempting to keep me from coming, it isn't working."

  She swirled her tongue around the ball in her mouth and then released it. Looking up at him she smiled as she began to stroke him. "Now why would I want to keep you from coming? We have all night, don't we?"

  He groaned, and his body tensed as she took his second ball in. "Yeah. But..."

  She released his second ball and worked her way back up his shaft and took him in again. This time, however, her lips and mouth worked him hard and fast, the head of his dick banging against the back of her throat. Her hand grasped the base of his cock and worked in unison with her head bobbing up and down.

  His hips began to move with her movements, as he took over, fucking her mouth. She moaned, sending sweet sensations through him. He found himself reaching the summit and topping hard over the edge, much sooner than he would have liked.

  His balls tightened almost painfully and then a rush of relief and pleasure washed over him as he came. He groaned low and feral as a stream of his cum beat against the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, but didn't pull back. Instead, she swallowed every ounce of his warm seed, and as she pulled away she licked the remaining drips of his cum from the tip.

  *****

  Once he finished pulling up his jeans and doing them up, he helped her to her feet. When she was standing, he bent, slipped an arm under her legs and back, and scooped her up into his arms, holding her tight to his chest. Hanna wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled tight to him. Her pussy was throbbing, with her need and desire.

  "So what do you have planned Mr. Savage?"

  He grinned down at her as he began walking towards the winding staircase, the feral hunger still gleaming in his eyes. "Oh, I have a few ideas."

  "Really?" Leaning into him, she nipped at the side of his neck and then ran the tip of her tongue from his collarbone to his ear. "Like what?"

  They began to ascend the staircase, Bo carrying her effortlessly up the stairs, as if she weighed nothing. "Hmmm." He shook his head with a hint of a smile on his lips. "You'll know soon enough."

  Carrying her securely in his arms, they reached the top of the staircase and headed for the bedroom. Once in the bedroom, Bo took her over to the bed, and gently laid her down on it. Fisting the front of his t-shirt, she pulled him down with her, his body partially covering hers.

  "So are you going to make me wait again tonight?" Hanna teased. By the look in his eyes she doubted it, but...

  He settled next to her, lying on his side, facing her braced up on his elbow. "Well. I should, at least wait until I get off tour. I don't want you thinking I'm using you as some sort of couple day fling." He hooked his index finger into the button on her bodice and undid it, then the next, and then next.

  Her heart sank, and her throbbing pussy screamed out its protest.

  "But..." He lowered his mouth to her collarbone and kissed his way to the center of her chest.

  "But..." she prompted.

  His fingers finished with the buttons on her bodice and parted the fabric.

  She moaned softly, her nipples tightened under the thin lace as the cool air caressed them. "I wouldn't think that."

  He raised a brow at her, and smiled, but didn't say anything. He slipped the dress from her shoulders and gently tugged it down. Her entire body was beginning to ache for him. Going another night, without feeling his gorgeous body claiming hers, was not an option. She had no doubt of his intentions - not even the slightest. He felt right. His aftershave tickled her nose; the scent drawing her in, demanding she get closer and indulge herself in him.

  He slowly slid the dress down her torso, hips, down her thighs and off - leaving her trembling with desire for him, wearing only her matching bra and panties.

  Leaning down, Bo's lips grazed hers and he ran his hand over her hip. "You're trembling. Are you cold?" He pulled back, concern in his eyes.

  His concern touched her. Fisting the front of his t-shirt, she pulled him forcefully, down to her. "No."

  He groaned as his lips claimed hers, demanding her surrender. She gave in to him, her lips parted, inviting him in. As their tongues touched and duelled, her hands lowered between their bodies, finding his belt and frantically undoing it and his jeans. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of his jeans she tugged them down, along with his boxer briefs, exposing his swollen member. She wrapped her hand around his cock, and began stroking him.

  "Hanna. Baby..." He murmured between frantic kisses, his cock jerking in her hand.

  "Less talk. More undressing Bo."

  Bo froze, and pulled back catching her eyes. As their eyes locked, the glimmer of indecision vanished from his grey eyes; desire taking its place, as wide grin touched his lips. "Yes ma'am."

  Sliding off of the bed, he stood before her and let his jeans and boxers drop to the floor and he kicked them to the side. He grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head, leaving him gloriously naked.

  He started to walk back towards the bed, but she stopped him, placing her foot on his muscled abdomen.

  "I want to see you a minute," she explained in response to his quizzical expression.

  "That so?"

  She nodded, bracing herself with her elbows behind her, thrusting her chest forwards. His eyes lowered to her breasts and the fire within them flared up. She loved that look in his eyes. She loved how he made her feel like the most desirable woman in the world.

  "I love your body. It's amazing." Her eyes began their exploration at his thighs and slowly moved upwards. She paused at his cock, with pre-cum gathering at the tip. She was tempted to get to her knees and take him into her mouth, but the throbbing between her legs refused to allow her.

  Her eyes continued to wander upwards over his flat stomach, lean muscled chest and then to meet his eyes. "Finished?"

  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 th
e 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.