What to Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection (WTRAFSOG Book 9)

by Kristine Cayne

  “Come in.” Bo stepped away from her, and directed her to the two-person table as the waiter came in with a silver ice bucket with a bottle of white wine in it.

  Bo pulled out her chair and motioned for her to take a seat. Sitting, she watched as Bo took a seat across from her and the waiter poured them both a glass of wine, without asking.

  “The food will be here shortly.”

  “You look beautiful, Hanna. I don’t think I had a chance to tell you earlier.”

  Hanna rolled her eyes at him. “I look like a bum compared to the women out there.” She nodded towards the dining room on the other side of the mirror.

  Bo leaned over the table and took her hand. Flipping her hand over he caressed her inner wrist and palm with his thumb. “They have to dress that way because they know they’re not beautiful enough to go without the excessive makeup and expensive clothing. There’s not many women that can look beautiful no matter what they wear. You’ve got the 1950s pin-up sexiness and quite frankly I’m surprised you don’t seem to know that.”

  The way that he was looking at her made her blush so deeply that the colour of her cheeks rivalled that of her hair.

  “Come here.” He pushed his chair back and gave her hand a tug.

  Standing, she hesitantly walked around the table to him. “Okay.” When she was standing in front of him, he reached past her, cleared the table in front of him, picked her up and set her onto the table.

  “Ummm, Bo.” She looked around nervously and squirmed to get back down. He stopped her. Grabbing her knees, he spread her legs and stepped between them. Her skirt hiked up to her hips, another inch and her red lace panties would be visible to him.

  Even though she knew the people in the dining room couldn’t see them, just being able to look out made her nervous. But the nervousness was mixed with an excitement. Her stomach knotted and her pussy dampened at the thought of being naughty while dozens of conservative, uptight people were having dinner on the other side of the glass.

  “I’m starving, Hanna.”

  “Wh-what?” She tore her eyes away from the diners to meet his gaze. The hunger in his eyes flared up, and he grabbed her hips and pulled the apex between her legs tight to his groin. His cock began to thicken against her wet, covered pussy and she wiggled against him.

  Slipping a hand into her hair, he grasped the back of her head and lowered his lips to hers. She sighed against his mouth, her hands fisting the front of his t-shirt and pulling him tighter. His kiss, which started off sweet and tender, quickly turned demanding. His tongue demanded entrance past her lips and she happily surrendered to him. As their tongues touched, it was like a bolt of lightning rushing down her spine, to explode between her legs. Her need for him, to feel him fucking her became a matter of urgency.

  “Bo!” she gasped, as his lips left hers and began to work their way down the side of her neck. She glanced over at the other patrons, and another rush of forbidden excitement ran through her. His tongue flicked at the sensitive skin while his teeth nipped. It was a delicious combination of pleasure and light pain.

  Her hands released his shirt and began to work their way down his chest and abdominals, until she reached the belt on his jeans. Her fingers began to work the clasp, with urgency. As she undid his pants, she watched as his mouth worked its way across her collarbone and then his mouth dipped further, to the valley between her breasts. Undoing a couple of buttons holding her bodice together, his lips caressing the sides of each of her breasts.

  Slipping her hand under his boxers, she grasped his thickening rod and swiped the pre-cum from the tip. He groaned, low and deep, his eyes lifting to meet hers. A rush of anticipation raced through her at the dangerously hungry look in his grey eyes.

  “You can take care of me later.” He placed a kiss between her breasts and then lifted his head. “Lean back.”

  Hanna frowned, releasing his dick and looking behind her as she lowered herself, attempting to keep from knocking over the centerpiece and glasses. He moved lower onto her. Grasping her knees, he slowly began to inch up the skirt on her thighs. He began to place kisses on her inner thighs, kissing his way up her leg as the ivory flesh became viable to him.

  “Oh Bo!” She nervously glanced over to peer out the window and into the dining room. The thought that perhaps they could see her, had her squirming and attempting to wiggle from him, but he held firm to her legs, keeping her securely in place.

  “But what if –”

  “They can’t, baby,” he murmured, his kisses getting higher, a mere two inches from her throbbing, needy pussy.

  Her hands clenched at her sides as she tried to calm herself. He was right. Her fear was irrational, but still… She attempted to squirm again, and again was stopped.

  “Keep squirming away from me and I’ll strip you naked and fuck you here and now.” He lifted his eyes and the mischievous gleam in his eyes told her he’d be more than happy to follow through with his threat.

  Taking a ragged breath in, she slowly released it just as he pushed her skirt up around her hips and his lips reached her mound. He kissed her mound over the wet red lace and the warmth of his breath in contrast to her wet heat sent a jolt of pleasure and anticipation through her.

  “Mmmm. So nice.” A soft smile touched her lips, her body relaxing slightly as she gave in to him.

  “Ummmm-hmmmm.” He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down her thighs and off, stuffing them into his pocket. “I’ll keep these with me on tour.”

  “What?” Her head jerked up and her eyes widened. “But –”

  He swiped a finger along her soft, moist folds and she groaned, forgetting what she’d objected to seconds prior. Spreading her pussy lips wide, he ran his tongue along her slit, lapping up her juices.

  His tongue felt good. Too good. She wiggled against him, but this time attempting to get closer instead of away.

  “Please!”

  He chuckled. “Please what?” He ran his tongue along the length of her again, and paused at her clit, flicking and teasing it with his tongue.

  “Fuck me.” She didn’t care at this point. She wanted and needed relief from the building tension between her legs and the fluttering in her stomach.

  “Oh, not yet baby.”

  She groaned her frustration, but her groan became a moan as he ran his tongue along the length of her again. Her fists clenched and she lifted her head to watch him. If anyone had told her a few weeks ago that she’d have Bo Savage between her legs, licking her pussy she’d have laughed in their face and called them insane, but here they were.

  Spreading her legs wider, Bo pulled one of her pussy lips into his mouth and sucked gently. A wave of pleasure ran through her. He released the first lip and proceeded to suck on the second as he thrust two fingers deep within her and began to stroke her inner wall.

  She cried out at the sudden intrusion and then looked towards the other diners. One woman’s eyes were examining the mirror. It was apparent she’d heard Hanna’s moans, but did she know what was going on behind the glass?

  “Oh God. Oh Bo!” Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back again, her loose curls cascading onto the table, as he removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue. His tongue thrust into her, pumping her pussy as if it was his cock. The waves of pleasure became stronger and rushed rapidly through her.

  “You taste so good, baby.”

  She could barely think, and only vaguely caught what he said. “I –”

  “How about with some wine?”

  “Oh God yeah.” She didn’t care anymore. All she knew was that she needed release. She was nearly at the brink, and the anticipation was nearly killing her.

  Bo’s mouth lifted from her pussy and she groaned her protest. “Bo. What?”

  She opened her eyes and watched as he spread her pussy lips and poured some of his wine from his glass over her mound.

  She gasped and squirmed as the cool liquid flowed over her and bet
ween her lips. The coolness was quickly followed by the warmth of his tongue as he began lapping up the wine, his fingers pinching and rolling her swollen clit between his fingers.

  As he thrust his tongue into her again, she couldn’t hold herself back if she’d wanted to. It was too good, and she’d hit her breaking point. Completely forgetting the diners on the other side of the mirror, she cried out as a final wave of pleasure rushed through her, making her scream out and writhe against his probing tongue.

  He groaned, low and feral as her pussy clenched around his tongue seconds before a stream of her juices greeted him. Her nails dug 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 lying 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 to 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 off 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 food’s 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 Ten

  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 with 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… Man-whore. 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 guard 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 look 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 of 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 agai
n 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.