The Rock Star and the Girl From the Coffee Shop 2: Under Pressure

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by Terry Towers


  Walking into the bathroom, Bo began a search for bath towels and came up empty.

  “Luxury hotel my ass,” he grumbled after his inspection of every closet in the suite came up empty. Making his way back into the bedroom, he found Hanna had moved out onto the balcony. The wind whipped her long red curls around her head wildly. The sight of her was breathtaking and sent a surge of arousal through him.

  Walking up behind her, he slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her back tight to his chest, and kissed her neck. The sweet, floral scent of her perfume drifted to his nose, putting his dick on alert. Gritting his teeth and pushing back his growing desire, he gave her neck a final, chaste kiss and stepped away from her.

  “I’ll be right back. Gotta go get some towels.”

  “No towels?”

  “No bath towels. There’s a few tiny things. That’s it.”

  “Call down and have them bring some up.”

  “Pfft. I’ll run down. Will only be a minute.” He nodded toward the hot tub. “Do me a favour and keep an eye on it for me and make sure it doesn’t overfill for me.”

  Making his way to the lobby, instead of heading for reception he strode out of the hotel and across the street to a newspaper and magazine vendor. He hadn’t let on to Hanna, but an article had caught his eyes with one of the headlines and he wanted to take a better look.

  After taking a moment to scan the hundreds of magazines and papers, he found the one he’d noticed earlier. It was an American gossip publication and he had indeed seen correctly. The article titled "Two Women In Bo Savage’s Life?” featured three photos: one of him performing at Madison Square Garden, one taken several days ago that made it look like he was in a passionate affair with Nadine and the third an older one of him and Hanna that had been taken at the coffee shop.

  “Son of a bitch,” he growled, quickly scanning the article. It didn’t contain anything surprising. Basically what he expected, it made it look like he was with both women and speculated he’d eventually ditch Hanna for Nadine. It even implied that perhaps it had been Nadine he was interested in all along, and that he only kept Hanna around because she reminded him of the woman he really wanted to be with.

  “Complete bullshit.”

  “Sir? You buying?” a man with a thick French accent asked.

  Looking up from the paper that he had firmly fisted, he nodded. Grabbing the stack of five papers, he quickly did a scan of all the other papers to make sure he wasn’t missing any. He wasn’t.

  Paying the vendor, he carried the papers to the garbage can outside the front doors of the hotel and tossed them into it. Pulling his mobile phone from his pocket, he made a quick call to Tyson instructing him to wake early, go to the nearest newsstands and dispose of any papers that had Hanna and himself featured in the headlines.

  Swinging past the concierge desk he acquired the towels he’d wanted and made his way back to the elevator. As he pressed the button summoning the elevator, a soft buzzing alerted him to a text message. Pulling his phone from his pocket he read the message.

  Nadine: SOS. The media posted pictures of us.

  He was tempted to type back a snide remark, but ultimately decided against

  antagonizing her, shutting the phone off completely as he entered the elevator. He refused to be baited. He and Hanna were having a great day and he intended to turn it into an amazing few days, before they went back to reality. Not Nadine. Not the press. No one was going to stand in the way of that.

  Walking into the suite, he made his way back into the main room to see Hanna still out on the balcony, leaning over the railing and looking out into the night.

  “You planning on staying out here all night?” Wrapping his arms around her he

  pulled her tight against his chest and kissed her bare shoulder.

  She sighed and covered his hands over her stomach with her own. “Not all night.”

  Bo looked out over her shoulder on into the clear night sky, the stars above her bright and plentiful. The Eiffel Tower began to sparkle as if in competition with the stars for their attention.

  “It would be so easy to forget everything here. No paparazzi. No Nadine. No silly tabloids. It’s wonderful here.” Hanna looked over her shoulder to peer up at him, their eyes locking. “Don’t suppose we could run away and stay here for the rest of our lives, could we?”

  He tightened his grip on her, then leaned down and kissed her lightly. “So Paris is where you want to settle down, huh?”

  Her eyes left his to scan the cityscape. “I think I could manage a lifetime here.” She moved against him, her bottom rubbing against his shaft, awakening it.

  Bo inhaled sharply, leaned into her and brushed his lips along the side of her neck.

  Her body stiffened momentarily against his before relaxing. She sighed softly and relaxed back against him.

  “You’re so beautiful, Hanna,” he murmured against her skin.

  Hanna chuckled softly. “I think you’ve mentioned that in the past.”

  Bo grinned. “Maybe I like to say it.”

  “Good. 'Cause I don’t think I could get enough of hearing it.”

  Hanna moved against him a second time, pushing back a little harder this time, her ass grinding into his hardening manhood. It was his turn to groan, deep and low in the back of his throat.

  “Mmmm, Hanna.”

  His hands slid under her camisole and cupped her breasts over her lacy bra. Pulling the cups down from her breasts, he began massaging her nipples, turning them into hardened peaks between his fingertips. Her body gyrated back against him, sending a surge of red hot desire through him.

  Sliding his hands back down her torso, he grabbed hold of the hem of her top and tugged it up.

  “Ummm. Bo?” Despite her weak protest, she lifted her arms, allowing the garment to be tugged over her head and off. Fisting the material, Bo tossed it into the room and began a string of kisses along her shoulder as he undid the clasp of her bra and slipped it down her shoulders.

  She gasped as her tightened nipples became fully exposed to the cool night breeze.

  Laying her head back against his shoulder, she tilted her face up so she could look at him with lust-filled eyes.

  Grasping her chin in his hand, he lowered his lips to hers, kissing her with the intense desire that he was feeling rushing through him at that moment. Her lips tasted sweet, and as her lips parted inviting him in, he had to force himself from pushing her against the railing on the balcony and taking her then and there, under the stars with the city as their backdrop.

  She turned in his arms so she was facing him, her lips leaving his for only a moment.

  As their tongues continued to dance she tugged his t-shirt up. Her soft hands slid up his torso and chest, her fingers tracing the lines of muscle, causing the muscle to flex and ripple as she pushed the cotton up.

  She pressed her lips to his chest as she pushed the t-shirt up further. Taking the shirt from her he pulled it up over his head and was about to toss it into the room when a powerful gust of wind slammed against their bodies, as Hanna distracted him with her fingers swiftly undoing his jeans. The shirt slipped from his fingers and over the edge of the balcony.

  “Oh fuck!” he said, laughing as the shirt took its time blowing in the wind as it made it down the floors of the building. Keeping her chest pressed to him, Hanna looked over her shoulder and down, watching it with him.

  Her sweet, light laughter joined his. “Think we should go retrieve it?” The shirt settled at the feet of the bellman, who was starting outside the front entrance. They both stopped laughing and pulled away from the railing and out of sight when the bellman looked up, catching them peering down at him.

  “I don’t think he saw us,” Bo assured her upon seeing her cheeks beginning to redden.

  “Oh, I know he saw us.”

  “Nah.” Bo pressed her back against the brick wall of the building with his body.

  Despite the mishap, his dick was beginning t
o throb and was demanding to be released.

  Not giving her a chance to respond, his lips came crashing down on hers as his fingers undid her jeans. Tugging her jeans down, he cupped her mound, which was damp with her excitement, and began to caress her.

  She moaned against his lips and probing tongue as she bucked against his hand while tugging down his pants, along with his boxers, freeing his thick, throbbing shaft. Her hand felt like heaven, making his entire body crave her, as her fingers wrapped around his dick and began to gently stroke him.

  The shirt and the question of whether or not they were seen quickly dissolved from his mind as the need to feel her surrounding him took over. He stepped out of his jeans puddled at his feet and kicked them to the side, as he reluctantly pulled his lips from hers.

  “What if someone sees us?”

  Slipping his hand to her thigh, he slipped her leg around his waist and slid himself between her legs, his shaft settling between her soft, warm folds. He loved the contrast of the coolness of the night air with her warm lush body. The entire population of Paris could be watching them right now and he couldn't have cared less. All that mattered was them at that moment.

  “Wouldn’t be the first time.” He ran his cock back and forth along her slit, making sure to rub against her clit. His efforts were rewarded with a loud moan as she nipped and kissed his collarbone.

  Another gust of wind rushed over them and she shivered against him. Not sure if it was him or the wind, or maybe a combination of both, Bo wasn’t about to take a chance.

  Pulling back from her, he lifted her up onto his hips and carried her into the room and over to the king-sized bed as she kissed her way along his jaw to claim his lips.

  Not wanting to break the kiss, or lose the delicious heat of her soft, curvy body against his, they tumbled to the bed together, him falling onto her, but bracing himself up with a hand on either side of her head to keep from crushing her with his weight.

  To his surprise, she ended the kiss and gave him a push. They rolled together until she was straddling his hips. She smiled down at him, catching her lower lip between her teeth as she slipped her silken locks over her shoulders. A devilish gleam shone in her eyes as she slid off of him to stand at the foot of the bed.

  Frowning, Bo braced himself up on his elbows as he watched her walk across the

  room and to the suitcases. “What are you doing, babe?”

  “You’ll see.”

  After a moment she zipped her case back up and stood. As she walked back toward him, he noticed a couple of silk scarves in her hands. “Whatcha doing with those?”

  Despite his question he didn’t need an answer. His cock jerked and a jolt of excitement rushed through him, tensing his entire body.

  She walked toward him like a panther stalking its prey. Had he not known better, he’d have never guessed the naked woman who appeared so confident and self-assured at that moment, striding toward him with bindings in her hands, could be so shy and

  uncomfortable around other people.

  “Hands over your head, Mr. Savage.”

  He knew the grin on his face must make him look like a complete idiot, but he didn’t care. He. Was. In. Heaven. Reaching over his head, he allowed his eyes the luxury of taking in every inch of her body as she straddled his chest and reached over him, securing each wrist. Her breasts swayed over his face, her large beige nipples grazing his lips as she moved from securing one wrist to the other.

  Once she was finished securing the second wrist he gave the bindings a tug. They were secure enough to hold him at her mercy. She began to pull back, but he caught one nipple between his teeth, sucking the tight point into his mouth. She moaned softly and wiggled on his chest. Her warm juices dripped onto his chest as she moved over him.

  “Mmmmm. Bo. This isn’t what I had in mind.”

  Despite her protest, she didn’t move. Instead, she rocked and moved over him,

  basking in the sensations rushing through her. Releasing the first nipple, Bo kissed his way across her chest and sucked in the second. His tongue swirled the tightened nub, while sucking softly. She moaned a little louder and rocked harder on him, smearing her juices over his chest and torso.

  As soon as he released her second nipple Hanna squirmed down his body, leaving a trail of her thin warm nectar down his body until she was straddling his legs. He watched her lean over him and place a soft kiss on his chest. Her kisses moved lower, with Hanna looking up to meet his gaze from time to time.

  His need increased with each inch she got closer to his cock.

  “You’re driving me insane, Hanna,” he groaned, not taking his eyes off of her.

  She lifted her head and smiled, a tight, wicked smile. “That’s the idea, sweetie.”

  “Wicked woman.” He loved it.

  She laughed softly as her lips reached the head of his dick. Watching her lips hover over the tip where a pearl of cum had emerged was sweet agony. A part of him wanted her to take him between her lips and put him out of his misery, but he doubted he’d be able to take much before he exploded without being able to indulge in her sweet pussy.

  Hanna bypassed the head of his cock and moved lower to his balls. Grasping his cock in her hand, she began to stroke him, as her tongue lashed out at first one ball then the other. The feel of her hand working with her tongue had him groaning and bucking against her efforts.

  “Damn, Hanna!” He pulled at the restraints and growled inwardly.

  Pulling one firm ball into her mouth, she swirled her tongue around it, sending shivers of pleasure through him. After a minute she released the first ball to take in the second.

  Her hand worked in unison with her tongue, up and down while her tongue circled.

  Releasing his second ball, she moved back up on him. Her tongue swiped at the tip of his cock, licking off the pre-cum that was beginning to drip down the side of his shaft.

  Her tongue circled the head of his shaft and prodded at the slit on the head; it was quickly greeted with another pearl of cum, which she licked up.

  “Mmmm. Love how you taste,” she murmured as she continued to tease and taunt his throbbing member.

  Oh. Dear. God. He pulled with more strength against the restraints. He longed to thrust his hands into her hair and pull her lips down fully onto him. When she finally finished her teasing and took him completely into her mouth, the tension was so bad he nearly came then and there. He tried to distract himself as she took him in. But damn, it was hard – so hard. Each time her head bobbed downward she’d moan, softly sending delicious shivers through him.

  “Hanna. Oh God, Hanna! I’m going to come.”

  She continued on as if she hadn’t heard a word he’d said. His hips began to thrust up into her mouth, and just when he thought he couldn’t hold back a second longer she released him and sat up.

  “Huh? What? I almost…” He squirmed and pulled at his bindings. The pressure was too much; his balls felt so hard and heavy they were pained.

  Wiping her mouth with her index finger, she swung her leg over his hips and lowered herself onto him. He groaned loudly as she sank onto him, her warm, tight pussy stretching to accommodate his girth.

  “Mmmmm,” she groaned as she placed her hands behind her on his thighs and began to move on him. Her modest breasts bounced, and her hair bouncing wildly around her head as she began to ride him fast and hard.

  He moved with her, thrusting up each time she came crashing down. He was close. So close. Seconds away. Her pussy began to tighten around his cock, as she felt herself preparing to release as well.

  “Oh fuck. Yeah, that’s it, come for me, babes.”

  She opened her eyes and their gazes locked. He could see her passion in those

  beautiful green eyes and it sent him spiralling over the edge. He groaned loudly, pulling at the restraints as he sent a stream of his seed into her welcoming womb.

  She slammed down onto him a final time and cried out as her pussy quivered around him and she a
lso reached climax. A gush of her juices slithered down his cock and dripped onto his lap as they came down from their sexual highs together.

  “Damn, Hanna. What would I ever do without you?” He hadn’t even realized he’d

  spoken the words out loud until she opened her eyes and a wide smile spread across her face. Flipping her silken curls over her shoulder, she leaned over him and kissed him softly.

  “You’d have to settle for some random groupie?” she teased.

  He laughed and kissed her back. “Nope. I’d never be able to settle for anyone other than you, babes. Only you.”

  Chapter 11

  Keeping her eyes closed, Hanna raised her hands over her head and stretched,

  moaning softly. Her entire body was sore, but it was a good sore. A really good sore. She slowly opened her eyes and looked to her left. Bo was sleeping soundly, stretched out on the other side of the king-sized bed. His beautifully sculpted chest was bare. Her eyes drifted down his body, admiring the view until the blanket covering his groin, which was slightly tented, stopped her journey.

  She was tempted to cuddle next to him and go back to sleep, but a grumbling in her stomach convinced her to get up. She glanced over at the clock on the wall. 6am. Much earlier than she’d normally be up. She smiled as she slid from the bed and stood. Of course, considering the workout he’d put her through for close to two hours the previous evening, it was no wonder she was hungry.

  After taking a quick shower, pulling her hair back into a ponytail and getting dressed in a pair of jeans and t-shirt, she made her way down to the lobby. She was about to head for the restaurant that had already begun to serve breakfast when she remembered there was a deli across the street from the hotel. Deciding she’d rather have something quick that she could take back to the room, in the hopes she could wake Bo in a way that would start his day off very well, she opted for the deli.

  After spending the previous day not being recognized and not wanting to disturb Tyson at such an early hour, she felt confident in breaking one of Bo’s cardinal rules and leaving the hotel on her own. If he found out he’d growl a little, but would get over it.

 

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