Rock Hard Envy - Part 2 (4 page)

“James, we should get out of here. I’m feeling a blowjob coming on,” I whispered in his ear. James snapped his head to look at me. “Don’t make me beg in public,” I said. After the
night we first made love, that had become our little joke. I told him that night I was going to beg him for sex, but I did it physically instead of audibly. He got a nice blowjob as my way of begging before he fucked my silly. I was going to beg him again if he agreed to leave, which I was sure he would.

“What about Josie?” he asked more out of politeness than actually concern. She and Tommy were making out again.

“I think she’s fine,” I said and Tommy raised a hand and gave us a thumbs up without ever letting his lips leave Josie’s. I giggled. It looked like Josie was going to get her own rock star after all, at least for the night.

“You talked me into it, little girl. Hate to run everybody, but I’ve got a better offer,” James announced. Everyone said
their goodbyes as we prepared to leave. Even Josie came up for air to wish us goodnight and she looked absolutely smitten with Tommy. Sylvia was still arguing with the hostess and now the bartender as apparently none of her credit cards were working. Anna got up to give me a hug.

“I’ll see if I can delay her further to give you two some alone time,” Anna whispered. I thanked her and turned to leave. I’d only taken a couple of steps when a woman stopped me. She was a young mulatto girl, beautiful with bright eyes and a broad smile.

“Oh my God! How long has it been? It’s me, Faith,” she cried out and then hugged me as if she knew me…very well. Her hand grabbed my ass and her lips pressed to mine. I was shocked and it took me a moment to recover. When I did, I pried her from me.

“I’m sorry. I don’t think I know you,” I said and she squinted and then blushed.

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry! It’s dark and I’m not wearing my glasses. I’m so embarrassed,” she said. I assured it was fine and told her mistakes happened. She apologized again and then dashed away. James was smiling at me.

“Friend of yours?” he asked and cocked an eyebrow.

“Don’t even go there, Mister,” I said and James laughed. His hand found the small of my back and he led me out of the club. I looked back but I didn’t see the girl. Very strange, I thought to myself, but it wasn’t long before I’d forgotten the whole experience.

~~~

A half hour later, James and I were in his bedroom. I sat on his bed in only my boots as James peeled his jeans down his legs and stepped from them. His naked body never failed to turn me on. He was everything I used to shun. Tall and strong, his arms shoulders and back covered in tattoos. His cinnamon streaked blonde hair was short but his goatee was long and wild and felt oh so good between my thighs. James was a little rough around the edges, abrasive and often abrupt, but caring and tender too. Six weeks ago, I’d have told you I wasn’t interested in a man like James Turner. Now, I had fallen and fallen hard for him.

James climbed between my legs and kissed his way up my naked body. His beard felt so good against my soft skin. He stopped at my breasts and paid special attention to each, biting each nipple hard in turn and coaxing a cry from my lips. Finally, he
laid on top of me, kissed me gently and growled. God, I loved that deep, soft growl that resonated from his chest. I raked my fingers up James’ back as he pressed his hard shaft against my mound. James’ tongue dove into my mouth and I sucked it greedily. However, I wasn’t here only to enjoy a night of passion. I wanted to remind James why he was with me instead of Sylvia.

I placed my hands on James’ arms and then before he knew what was happening, I pushed him from me and onto his back. I climbed on top of James letting his hardness settle between the soft globes of my ass. I took each of his wrists in my small hands and held them against the bed as I bent and bit James lower
lip softly. James growled again and tried to move his arms but I made sure he knew that wasn’t allowed. There was no way I could stop James if he really wanted to escape but he played along and let me take control.

I slid down his torso and settled between his legs. I’d told him I was going to beg and I meant it. I took his thick cock in my hands and caressed it softly as I began sucking James’ balls. James inhaled sharply as I bit his testicle gently and then pulled it into my mouth. I did the same with the other as James groaned in satisfaction. My hands teased his iron hard shaft in its silken sheath and James began to leak profusely. I used his own juices to lube up his length as I continued to pleasure his fuzzy balls.

I took my time tormenting James with my touch. Finally, I let his rock hard cock alone and stared into James’ eyes. He was desperate for more and I was more than willing to give him what he wanted. I waited for a moment and then engulfed his cock with my mouth, sliding my lips down his considerable length until I could take no more. “Fuck, little girl!” James hissed at me. I took his shaft with one hand and his balls in the other as I ran my lips and tongue up and down his hardness. James tensed but I kept up the pressure daring him to come. James fought the urge. He wanted my pussy.

I continued noisily sucking his cock as James moaned and writhed. It was submissive and dominant on my part all at once. I was in control, but James was the one receiving the pleasure. What really turned me on
was knowing I was only in control so long as James let me be and at any moment he might seize me and take me how he wanted. Nevertheless, James allowed me to please him how I wanted for a while longer. I savored his salty-sweet juices as he leaked in my mouth and I gave him the best blowjob I knew how. Suddenly, James sat up and pulled away, his teeth clenched and his cock twitching wildly.

“Damn!” was all he said and I giggled at his predicament.

“Did you almost come?” I asked playfully.

“You’re so fucking sexy with my cock in your mouth, little girl. I’m feeling wild. I want that sexy ass,” James announced. James had been urging me, gently and patiently, to let him take me anally. I wanted to. Josie had not failed to explain the wonders of back door sex when I told her about James’ request. I wanted to do it for James but it scared the heck out of me. However, I wanted to show him why he wanted me instead of his ex-wife. For a moment, I considered giving in.

“James,” I said not sure what I should do but thankfully, James backed off.

“Someday, little girl, someday,” James said and to his credit there wasn’t a hint of disappointment in his voice. I was thankful he let me off the hook but I wondered if I should give in to prove I could be as wild as Sylvia could. I didn’t have long to think about it as James tossed me to the bed on my back and impaled me with his steel rod. God, he was so hard! James pushed my legs over my head and held them there as he fucked me like some kind of wild animal. It didn’t take long before I was riding the edge of climax and any thoughts of Sylvia had vanished.

My body shook with the force of James’ thrusts and that sent me over the cliff tumbling into absolute bliss. I began to scream as James used me to gain his own pleasure. Sex with him was always so raw and full of passion, just as James lived his life and made his music, and I loved every moment. James loomed over me as his hips pounded against me and I came all over his cock. His eyes looked into mine and he held me captive with his stare. We shared the moment amongst the tumult our love. My body erupted with warm, sweet electricity as James drove towards his own explosion.

However, James wasn’t satisfied with only pleasuring my pussy. He reached below, squeezed my ass and then his fingers crept between my cheeks. Soon he was rubbing my anus gently. I couldn’t deny that it felt wonderful and made me curious about how his cock might feel inside me. James
didn’t go any further, however, just caressing me with his finger as he fucked me hard. I fell into another wild orgasm, screaming, writhing and bucking my hips. I made sure I put on one heck of a show, but none of it was embellished. James’ was driving me mad.

“James, not inside tonight.
I want to see it. I want your cum all over me,” I begged, my voice shaky and weak. James sneered and after several more thrusts and another intensely satisfying orgasm for me, he pulled from me and his searing hot orgasm covered me as it erupted from his thick, wet cock. His semen reached as far as my chin and left a sexy trail between my breasts and down my flat belly. Most of his orgasm, however, covered my pussy and inner thighs and that was almost as exciting as feeling it fill me. James surveyed his work as I played in the slippery puddles on my stomach.

“Fucking hot!
I need to come on you more often. You look beautiful covered in my seed,” James said as he tried to catch his breath. His skin was covered with beads of sweat and he looked fucking amazing. My sexy rock star, my lover, my man. I wish I wasn’t so hesitant to grant him his wish.

“I’m sorry, I want to do it, James,” I said referring to his desire to take me anally.

“I can wait, little girl. I waited for you to figure out you wanted me. I waited for you to beg me to fuck you. I’ll wait for this too. But when you tell me you’re ready, I promise I’ll make you regret waiting,” James said. James never forced anything on me but he had a way of making me want things I never imagined I would. He wasn’t my type, theoretically, but here I was. I’d have never thought I’d beg a man to fuck me, but I did. I knew it was only a matter of time before I gave in, let James take me from behind and I knew his promise would come true. It would blow my mind and I’d wonder what all the fuss was about when it was over.

James relieved me of my boots and then settled next to me, his arm draped over my body ignoring the mess he’d made. I wondered if the things Sylvia had told me were true. Would James expect me to sleep with another woman or have threesomes to satisfy his cravings? I would if he wanted, but I wasn’t sure I wanted that. Maybe it was just my fear or my inexperience. I didn’t know. Even though I knew James would never force me to do anything I didn’t want, I wondered if he would be satisfied if I refused. Would he be disappointed I wasn’t as adventurous as his ex-wife was?

“You want some water or something,” I asked. I needed to stop thinking about it and a trip downstairs might help. I wasn’t prepared to express my fears to James. I wanted him thinking about me, not Sylvia.

“Yeah, how ‘bout a
Sobe,” James replied. I got up and kissed James’ before heading down stairs still covered in his orgasm. I didn’t dress, as usual. I found James his drink and grabbed myself a bottle of sparkling water but when I turned around, Sylvia stood in the middle of the kitchen and she didn’t look happy. In fact, she looked absolutely envious.

~5~

“Have a nice time with my ex-husband?” Sylvia asked as she leaned against the counter and then as I turned, she saw the evidence James had left down my torso. However, I wasn’t having any of her venom right then. I may not have lived with James, but I was coming to regard his house as my second home. I still couldn’t imagine why James had let his ex-wife stay here, but I wasn’t going to let her bully me while she did.

“Fantastic, actually,” I said as I walked by her. Sylvia was still in her halter top and hot pants, showing off her fake tan and phony tits. “Did you get your financial problems worked out?” I asked as I headed back to the bedroom, our bedroom, James and I, not hers.

“Oh, that was cute. I’ve always hated that ginger bitch Chad married. He’s too good for her. I think my ex has the same problem,” Sylvia said. I took a deep breath, tempted to have it out with her but instead I took the high road. I continued on my way and I heard Sylvia huff in frustration. That was all the satisfaction I needed. Back in the bedroom, I had to ask James what possessed him to let her stay here.

“Look, she’s a friend. She needed a place to crash and this place is big enough. Why?” James asked as he opened his bottle and took drink. Could he really be that oblivious?

“James, I think she’s trying to come between us,” was all I could say. Sylvia hadn’t said anything specific. She was careful not to reveal her intentions directly but she was making it clear what they were anyway. But what was I supposed to say? Sylvia implied this or vaguely suggested that. I had no evidence and suddenly I wondered if I’d been reading her wrong. No, I wasn’t going to play that game. This wasn’t me. Sylvia had ulterior motives and I had to remain confident in myself and in James’ feelings about me.

“I know this is all awkward but Sylvia and I
are finished. She knows that. More importantly, I know it. I’m all about you now, little girl,” James assured me. I knew that was true but still, where there were feelings once there could be feelings again. If Sylvia pressed the issue and stirred up those old passions, could James resist? I wanted to believe he would, but he was human. He had loved her and so far, neither of us had ventured anywhere near that word.

I was falling for James and I was pretty sure he felt the same about me but we’d never said it. We’d never said the words. I think I felt them and maybe he did too. However, I wanted to take this slow and James was patient with me. Could Sylvia drive a wedge between us before we had a chance to solidify our feelings? Was my need to go slow going to be our undoing? Why did she have to show up now?

~~~

The next morning I headed back home. I wasn’t running away, I just hadn’t packed for a longer stay. I expected to go home with Josie the night before but things had obviously turned out differently. Besides, when I left Josie she and Tommy seemed to
be rather occupied. Honestly, for once in the last month, I was anxious to hear about Josie’s night instead of the other way around. She was home when I arrived, still in the tiny dress she’d left in.