The Rock Star Next Door

by Joanna Blake

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  Slate was having the time of his life. No joke. It literally felt like the best time he'd had in his entire life.

  Jenny was so raw and present. So real. So free.

  So intent on not letting him kiss her.

  But if there was one thing he knew, it was that he was going to convince her otherwise.

  Starting now.

  They were swimming in the cool, easy waves that rolled into the bay. It was free from the dangerous undertow or rough currents that you faced on the ocean side. It was also a haven for biting flies and mosquitos. Not that the real estate agent who'd sold him the lot even mentioned that.

  But that made it safe for a midnight swim, even slightly inebriated. Which they both were.

  Well, maybe more than just slightly.

  He grinned as Jenny flipped over onto her back and stared at the sky. She couldn't know how entrancing her face looked, with just her nose, chin, forehead and lips visible above the surface. Oh, and her breasts. Her breasts bobbed against the waves. He almost had to shake himself to focus on what she was saying.

  "There's no place like this on earth."

  "You're right."

  "No place so beautiful. Or unspoiled."

  He grinned and decided it was time to make his move.

  "Especially… right... now."

  She turned to look at him as he rolled her to her feet. The bay was only four feet deep this close to shore. Deep enough to get wet, but hard to drown in.

  Jenny was so tiny that the water reached up to her chest.

  "What do you mean?"

  He brushed his hand over her cheek. It was now or never.

  "Jenny…"

  He lowered his lips to hers. He couldn't have stopped himself if he'd tried.

  Not that he was trying.

  Jenny felt, and tasted, incredible in his hands. Under his mouth. Against his tongue. And when she opened her mouth to gasp in surprise he wasted no time.

  His tongue danced inside teasingly to explore Jenny's delectable mouth. He swirled it against her inert, but delectable tongue. Once, twice, and the third time her tongue responded to his.

  That was it.

  He was in.

  6.

  Jenny moaned against Slate's mouth. His hands were everywhere under the water, inflaming her. He was stroking softly between her legs.

  Even through her underpants, it felt incredible.

  How could she be so hot when she was submerged in the Atlantic Ocean?

  Slate stopped kissing her long enough to her back slightly and lift her up. His lips and tongue seared the skin along her neck and collarbone. He growled in frustration when he couldn't get at her breasts and set her back down.

  He ran his thumb over her cheek and grabbed her hand.

  "Come on."

  Willingly, she followed him back to the beach. He kissed he again and leaned back, whistling for Basil. Slate scooped up the leash and led them both back toward her house.

  Jenny was in a champagne and kissing induced haze. But one thought kept pulsing through her mind. A thought that should have scared her. But it didn't.

  She was going to sleep with Slate Kinney.

  At this point, the warning bells in her head went completely silent, overwhelmed by lust.

  She would just sleep with him. Once. That would get him out of her system.

  Then she could go back to her safe, boring little life.

  But for now…

  She stood in her living room, watching while Slate shut and locked the door behind him. Then he pulled her into his arms.

  "You're shaking."

  He pulled her shirt up and over her head, casting it aside. She was naked now, except for her underpants. But he didn't make her feel exposed. He didn't stare. Instead he pulled her against him and kissed her again.

  Ohhh…

  He laughed a minute later, pulling away.

  "We'll never get dry this way. Do you have a towel?"

  Jenny nodded and padded over to the linen closet. She turned expecting him to be watching her. Oogling her half naked ass. Instead, he'd followed her. He pulled the towel out of her hands and started to dry her off.

  It was the most sensual rub down of her life.

  His hands skimmed her sensitive places as he patted and briskly rubbed her with the towel. He bent down to address her lower half and rolled her soaking wet panties down her legs. He didn't give her a chance to be shy. He wrapped the towel around her back and in the front-

  In the front, he used his mouth the whisk the salt water away.

  Gently, carefully, he tasted her.

  Slater Kinney was eating her out while she stood in her hallway. And he was doing a damn good job of it too.

  Oh my god.

  His lips were soft against her pouty, cleanly shaved sex. He licked, teased and nuzzled her there, all the while making appreciative, sexy little noises.

  Those noises were going to drive her insane. So was the way he was toying with her, never quite giving her what she wanted. What she wanted was more pressure, more contact, more speed.

  But he just lazily traced the outline of her dewy slit with his tongue over and over again. Now and then he changed gears and flicked his tongue rapidly against her clitoris. Never long enough to do more than turn up the dial on her arousal.

  And she was already very, very aroused.

  "Slate… Oh God, what are you doing to me?"

  He chuckled and kept going as she gripped his shoulders and hung on for dear life.

  "Please…"

  He murmured something against her dripping petals and she tugged on his hair.

  "Slate!"

  She expected him to come up with a smug grin on his face. Instead he came up looking dead serious. And as desperate as she felt.

  "Bed. Now."

  She nodded breathlessly and pointed toward her bedroom. He scooped her up and carried her down that way, tossing her on the bed and closing the door in a startled looking Basil's face.

  Then he peeled his shorts off and climbed on top of her.

  **********

  The writhing woman beneath him was going to drive him insane. Literally and completely insane. He literally felt like he was going to wake up in a mental institution, wrapped in a straight jacket.

  He didn't mind though.

  Jenny was worth it.

  This was worth it.

  He'd never been this turned on in his life. Not even close. He held his breath as he lowered his body so that it pressed against hers.

  Dear Lord.

  She felt so good, the woman was giving him religion.

  He kissed her again, unable to help himself no matter how badly he wanted to get onto the main event. His cock pressed tauntingly into her smooth belly, mere inches from where it wanted to be.

  Buried inside her.

  "Jenny? Do you have any protection?"

  "What?"

  "Do you have a condom?"

  "I don't have any."

  He groaned, his cock twitching in frustration. Neither one of them were in their right mind. He knew he was going to screw this woman senseless, condom be dammed.

  "Oh god- Jenny- are you on the pill?"

  She was staring up at him from beneath hooded lids.

  "No."

  "Fuck- listen- I'm clean. I want to do this. We'll just be careful."

  She nodded at him. He wasn't sure either of them were in the right state to make this sort of decision but he didn't care.

  "Christ- Jenny- I don't think I can wait."

  "Uh huh."

  "I can- I can pull out."

  "Yes. Good idea."

  He reached down and rubbed the tip of his swollen cock against her juicy little pussy lips. She whimpered in need. That was all it took.

  "To hell with it."

  He pushed forward, easing into her tight, bare slit. She was so tight that it felt like a fucking Boa Constrictor was strangling his unprotected cock. In a good way though.

  A v
ery, very good way.

  "Unnnffffff…"

  The slick walls of her box massaged his sensitive shaft as he inched forward. The girl was tiny, true, but he could tell she hadn't done this in a while.

  A long while.

  Something about that made him even more excited if it were possible. She wanted him. After all this time, it was him who she'd allowed inside her.

  To heaven.

  He grimaced and slid forward a bit more, being careful not to hurt her. She was so tiny, so tight, he knew his cock would hurt her if he let loose. So he kept himself in check, opening her, holding back from ramming into her the way he wanted to.

  Not yet anyway.

  But soon.

  He was about halfway inside her when he heard the soft whisper. He froze, staring down at her beautiful face. She was breathing heavily, looking him straight in the eye.

  "Slate, would you please fuck me now?"

  He groaned as his hips jerked involuntarily, sending his cock deeper into her sheath. She wrapped her long, silky legs around him and that was it, he was gone.

  Game over.

  Long deep strokes that made his entire body flex as he pistoned his shaft in and out of her. Slow at first, but picking up steam until he was fucking her like a freight train. But still he held back.

  At least until he felt her sugar walls start to undulate against him.

  Jenny was coming.

  "Oh oh oh!"

  The feel of her combined with the sweet, sexy noises she made were too much. He lost it.

  Slate was thrusting wildly into her when he felt his cock start to spurt. He moaned and tried to stop but he couldn't. They'd waited too long, gone too slow, he was cuming inside her and there was nothing he could do about it. His jock was pulsing hot slippery streams of jizz straight into her pussy.

  "Ahhhh- fuck!"

  He pinched the base of his cock and yanked free, covering her belly with his seed. But he knew that plenty had ended up inside her. More than enough to impregnate her.

  Much more.

  It had been quite a while since he came so there was plenty to go around.

  He gasped and rolled onto his back, stroking the last of his cum out into his hand.

  Shit.

  He was an idiot. Not that he minded the idea of getting this girl pregnant. Not in the least. But he did mind the idea of possibly pissing her off enough that she might not want to do this again.

  Because he wanted to.

  More than anything.

  In fact, he was already getting hard again.

  "Jenny?"

  "Uh huh."

  "Can we- do that again?"

  "Uh huh."

  7.

  It was near dawn when they were finally finished with round three. That had been the marathon round, the long, slow fuck that would leave them both sore in the morning and for days to come. She'd started out on top that time but by the end she was on her back with her legs thrown over Slates shoulders while he slowly ground his magnificent prick inside her. One hand had gripped her hips while the other had danced lightly over her clitoris, sending her into orgasm after orgasm.

  Good lord, the man knew what he was doing.

  Finally they'd wound up tangled in the sheets, each feeling like a puddle of goo. There hadn't been much talking so far. There hadn't needed to be.

  It was the best night of her life.

  Too bad it could never happen again.

  He was tracing his fingertips over her hip when she caught his eye.

  "That was amazing."

  He smiled at her tenderly.

  "You're amazing Jenny."

  "Slate- this was just what I needed. Thank you."

  He laughed and kissed her neck.

  "You make it sound like I did you a favor."

  "You did. But it can never happen again."

  "What?"

  She'd stroked his cheek softly as her eyelids fluttered shut. He sounded annoyed. But she meant it. She wasn't going to open herself up to a fling with him, no matter how tempting it might be.

  She had to protect herself better than that.

  "Just this one time. Thanks for making it count…"

  Then she rolled over and went to sleep.

  A soft tickling on her nose woke her up. She opened her eyes and grimaced. The sun was up. She must have overslept. She tried to roll over but she couldn't. She stared at the ceiling, confused. She turned her head and could see Basil happily eating his breakfast through the open door.

  Slate was sitting beside her on the bed, fully dressed.

  Sipping a cup of coffee.

  "What- what are you doing?"

  He smiled at her.

  "Waiting for you to wake up."

  "I thought you'd be gone by now."

  He narrowed his eyes. He looked… annoyed with her. Really annoyed.

  "You did? That's interesting. Well, you were wrong."

  "Slate- this really isn't my thing. Can you untie me now please?"

  He shook his head slowly.

  "No, I don't think I can. Not until we have a little talk."

  "About what?"

  "I don't want just one night. I want you."

  "Slate- this is crazy!"

  "Is it?"

  He started inspecting his fingernails.

  "Yes!"

  "Are you saying you didn't enjoy last night?"

  She had the grace to blush.

  "No but-"

  He leaned forward and stuffed something in her mouth. Her panties. Oh god, it was her panties from last night. They tasted salty and not together unpleasant.

  "No 'buts' doll face. It's my turn to talk. And convince you that my way of thinking is best."

  *********

  Slate might seem calm on the outside but inside he was burning with indignation. He'd never been rejected in his life and it made him angry. Even worse, he was afraid.

  He'd never been afraid to lose anyone.

  But he was afraid to lose her. He'd just found Miss Jenny Cakes. She made him feel alive in all sorts of unexpected ways.

  Not to mention the very expected ways.

  He couldn't lose that. He couldn't lose her.

  So he'd just have to convince her.

  He smiled. It wasn't a friendly smile. It was the smile of a predator. A lion who had just spied a particularly juicy gazelle.

  With precise movements he rolled up the sleeves of his button-down shirt.

  And then he got to work.

  Very slowly he pulled the sheet down off of her very nude, very spread eagle body.

  Jesus, but she looked good.

  He pulled up something he'd kept hidden just out of sight on the floor. It was organic coconut oil. He'd found it in the cupboard and had all kinds of ideas… She must use it for baking. Little did she know, it had many, many other uses. He slowly unscrewed the cap and scooped out a handful with his fingers. Then he knelt at her feet and started to rub it in.

  "Hmmmffff!"

  He ignored her, slowly massaging his way up her legs to her thighs. For a long time he worked on her thighs, coming close to, but not touching her plump little pussy lips.

  Well, maybe a little. Just a light skim with the back of his hand, his fingertips. Enough to make her jump on the bed. Enough to make her tight little slit start to drip.

  He licked his lips staring at her petals.

  He knew she was watching him.

  He leaned forward and blew on her.

  Her hips jerked and she let out a little moan.

  Then he started rubbing her hips and belly, bypassing her pussy altogether. He was going to play with her until she was out of her mind. She knew it too. He smirked at the furious look in her eyes. Soon, she'd look different altogether.