The Rock Star and the Girl From the Coffee Shop 2: Under Pressure (8 page)

Without warning, he pulled away and slid off the barstool, leaving her flustered.

“Come on.” Holding his hand out to her, he motioned for her to follow him.

“I… But…”

“We need to see the rest of the house. I was told the backyard is spectacular.”

Accepting his hand, she allowed him to lead her through the back door and into the fenced-in backyard. It was a decent size for the suburbs, featuring a kidney-shaped in-ground pool in the center. Rose bushes lined the fence and a set of lounge chairs was set out on either side of the pool.

While the seven-foot fence would keep prying eyes on the ground from seeing into the yard, the upper floors of both houses on either side of them had a perfect aerial view of the yard. Still, while it was a simple backyard, it was nicely kept and certainly a place she could see herself spending a considerable amount of time in.

She did a slow turn, her eyes trying to take in every square inch of the area. When she’d made a complete 360-degree turn she discovered Bo had closed the distance between them and was now mere inches from her.

“So what do you think?”

She smiled. “I think I like it. I can see us living here.” As soon as she realized her error her smile faded. The house wasn’t for "us," it was for her, the "just in case" backup plan if anything happened and they broke up. She’d been so wrapped up in the fun they’d been having the entire day house hunting that she’d forgotten that very important detail.

“What’s wrong?” he pulled her into his arms and brushed his lips against her temple.

Slipping her arms around his waist, she pulled herself tight to him. The deep musky scent of his cologne surrounded her, settling her short bout of uneasiness. “Because this is my
just in case
house.”

“Don’t think of it that way. Think of it as our eventual retirement home. Or maybe our escape from the craziness of the music world home, as long as we can somehow keep the fact I’ve bought it out of the press.”

Pulling back in his arms she smiled. “Hmmm. A secret hideaway, I like the sound of that.”

He winked at her as he stepped back, kicking off his shoes. Pulling his t-shirt over his head, he tossed it onto the wicker lounge chair beside them. “So how about we test the pool out with a quick swim?” Undoing his jeans, he hooked his thumbs into the belt loops and pushed them down, leaving him standing before her in his boxer briefs, his erection beginning to tent the cotton.

Hanna looked around her nervously. “But the windows of the upstairs houses around us. What if…” She was hardly the exhibitionist type; the thought of the neighbours seeing her bare ass and other parts sent a shiver of nervousness through her.

Bo walked over to her and around to her back. Pushing her hair to one side of her neck, he lowered his lips to the nook between her shoulder and neck and began to kiss a trail of featherlike kisses up the side. Each kiss pushed her desire up a notch. Her body melted back into his as she let her head drop to one side, allowing him better access to the sensitive skin.

“It’s just. If we buy this, then they’ll… And the pool, what if…”

Bo’s lips made it to her earlobe and the warmth of his breath in her ear and caressing her neck made her body tremble and ignited the throbbing between her legs. “The pool is maintained daily, even though the place is vacant.” He gripped the zipper of her dress and gently pulled it down. The dress slowly peeled away from her bare modest breasts and her waist. Her nipples began to harden into tight peaks as the warm breeze teased them.

“But the people… They could take pictures if they recognize you.” That was an

excuse and they both knew it.

Once the zipper reached her lower back he pushed the dress all the way down over her hips and it fell to the cement at her feet. Hanna let out an uneasy sigh as she closed her eyes and leaned back into him. The feel of his erection poked at her backside, only a couple of thin pieces of cloth separating their nearly naked bodies.

“You’ve been teasing me all afternoon, Hanna, you know what that dress does to me when you wear it.” His tone had grown harder, more feral.

Opening her eyes, she looked up and behind her to see him looking down at her. The heat in his eyes made her pussy clench with need. She loved that look of pure desire in his eyes – it made her feel powerful, desired. He had a way of making her feel as though she were the sexiest woman in the world, and she loved him for it.

He slowly slid his hands down the sides of her body, his fingertips grazing the sides of her breasts and flicking her tightened nipples before moving lower.

“Bo. God. Maybe we should…” It was her last-ditch attempt to stop things, but it was feeble at best, her words spoken so softly she questioned if he’d even heard. As he reached the waistband of her lace panties, red to match her dress, she reached behind herself to tug at his boxer briefs. As she became exposed for the neighbours to see if they were so inclined, so did he, as both pairs of underwear puddled at their feet at virtually the same moment.

With nothing separating them, the fire between her legs intensified to the point of aching, and the wetness between her legs began to become uncomfortable. Bo turned her around in his arms so she was facing him and pulled her tight. Her breasts crushed up against his muscled, hairless chest and his erection pressed hard against her pelvis. His cock tensed and throbbed ever so lightly against her as it hardened to its full potential.

Slipping a hand behind his head, she urged his lips down to hers. As their lips connected a wave of anticipation rushed down her spine, intensifying the already dire need for him. As their tongues danced, she barely noticed him walking her backwards toward the pool until the feel of the warm cement changed to the coolness of the pool tile.

Reluctantly she pulled away from him. Giving him a coy smile, she took his hand and led him into the pool until she was far enough in that the water was high enough to cover her breasts, settling at just below her collarbone. The pool was unheated and despite the fire burning within her, it still chilled her.

“That was a quick change in attitude,” he commented with a grin as he pulled her back into his embrace.

She shrugged. “What can I say, you bring out the worst in me.”

“Oh, I would hardly say worst.” Slipping a hand to the back of her head, he pulled her closer, lowering his head and capturing her lips with his.

She moaned against his lips as he placed a hand on her left upper thigh and slipped her leg around his waist, opening her for him. His dick slid between her legs and as she gyrated against him, it slipped between her pussy lips, stroking her length and rubbing against her clit with each stroke.

Her hands fisted, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she moved against him, the need to feel him in her increasing every second their bodies remained locked in an embrace.

Picking her up completely, he walked to the side of the pool until her back was flush against the cool tile of the side of the pool. With her legs spread wide as they circled around his waist, his shaft slipped between her folds again and the head of his cock pressed at her entrance.

“Bo,” she moaned as he pulled his lips from hers to look down at her. Their eyes locked and she felt the intensity of his need in his grey eyes. “Please, Bo. Give it to me!”

“So impatient.”

“For you. Always.”

“Goddammit, Hanna,” he replied, slipping a hand into her semi-wet hair and cupping the back of her head. His lips came crashing down onto hers as he pushed into her hard and fast. Her pussy took him, stretching to accommodate every inch he had to offer her.

Pleasure rushed through her, racing through her body from the top of her head to the tip of her toes, as the head of his dick stroked her inner wall with the single inward thrust.

Her legs wrapped around his hips tightened around him as she wiggled, attempting to impale herself further onto him. She needed more – demanded more. She had to have him buried into her, to the hilt.

Ending the kiss, Bo’s lips travelled across her jaw and to her ear. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby. So good.” His voice was a sweet caress to her ears, making her tremble with need against him.

She wanted to reply, but couldn’t as another spike of pleasure shot through her as he pulled out until the tip of his shaft was just barely breaching her entrance and thrust back in with even more force. Again the head of his generously sized dick stroked her g-spot and she groaned as she buried her face against his neck.

Good didn’t begin to describe the feeling rushing through her as he began to fuck her in earnest. Each of his thrusts slammed her against the cold tile behind her. She began to move with him, gyrating her hips in a circular motion as he pistoned in and out of her at a frantic pace.

Jolts of pleasure coursed through her, over and over, and her stomach began to knot from the anticipation. She was getting close, painfully close. She gripped tighter to his shoulders, her fingernails making crescent-shaped indents in his muscled shoulders. As the pleasure and his thrusts became even more intense she found herself unable to do anything but bask in the feel of his powerful body taking hers.

“So close. Oh God, so close,” she managed to groan out.

The water around them splashed, causing gushes of water to fly up around them and over the side of the pool. Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back, her wet hair cascading down her back, and enjoyed the ride he was taking her on.

“Come for me baby,” Bo coaxed, his satiny smooth voice washing over her.

The coil in her stomach knotted to the point of breaking and her pussy clenched; she was seconds away. With a loud moan, she felt herself trembling and bucking against him, her mind becoming foggy as the intense pleasure became her central focus.

“Oh damn baby. That’s it. Milk my cock.”

She felt a moment of relief and satisfaction, but was given little time to bask in the feeling. He wasn’t done with her, not by a long shot. Supporting her full weight on his hips once more, he carried her to the steps of the pool and set her down on her feet.

“Kneel over the stairs,” he ordered, his words spoken in a no-nonsense manner and laced with his desire.

Still gasping and trying to regain some semblance of lucidity, Hanna knelt over the stairs. Supporting herself on her elbows on the third to the top stair, she felt the water graze her back as he settled behind her.

Bo’s hands caressed her, his fingers teasing the tight rim of muscle protecting her ass.

“Later.” She moaned involuntarily, knowing that chances were he’d live up to the promise later that night.

His fingers moved lower until he fingered the entrance to her core. She moaned

softly, waiting for him to slip his fingers into her, but it didn’t happen. Removing his fingers, he parted her ass cheeks and exposed her fully to him, while pressing the head of his dick to her core. She pressed back against him as he pressed into her, their union making them both groan softly in unison. His thrusts were more controlled than before.

She knew his plan, he wanted her coming with him. He wanted her pussy to beg him for his seed as he came.

She gripped the step as she widened her stance, allowing him better access to her. She cried out her pleasure as her effort was rewarded as he embedded himself fully and completely into her.

Gripping her hips, he began to thrust into her in firm, steady motions, building her desire slowly. With each inward thrust his balls slapped softly against her wet pussy, teasing her swollen clit.

“You’re coming with me.”

The deep, strained sound of his voice spiked her arousal, making her pussy quiver and burn with her need for him. She wasn’t sure if it was meant to be a question or statement of fact; she assumed it was the latter. Placing a hand between her legs, she began to roll and pinch her clit between her fingers as she rocked back against him, matching his pace.

The combination of his shaft moving in her and her own stimulation of her clit

quickly brought her to her breaking point. She could feel his body begin to tense behind her and his dick swell and throb as he thrust. He was close, as close as she was. Wave upon wave of pleasure coursed through her and she found herself moaning and crying out, and not giving a damn whether the neighbours saw or not.

Flexing her muscles around his shaft, she found herself at the edge of her desire.

Seconds away. She attempted to hold back, waiting for him. Just when she thought she couldn’t hold herself back another second, his fingers dug tightly into her sides and with a final forceful thrust, he slammed into her and exploded.

“Oh fuck baby. Fuck!”

The feel of his warm cum gushing into her, beating against the walls of her needy pussy sent her spiralling over the edge of her desire. She screamed out, sure she’d be heard by the neighbours and not caring at that point. Her juices quickly greeted his cum, mixing within her.

She sighed as her body suddenly felt weak, but also so, so satisfied.

She slowly opened her eyes and screamed as she pulled away from Bo and sank down into the pool.

“Wh-what? Hanna?” Bo looked down at her as he straightened, but he answered his own question when his eyes spotted what she had. “Son of a bitch!”

Roughly twenty feet away from them was a photographer, peeping through the only crack in the fence. The camera was pulled away from the crack in the fence and the man stood, then began to run.

Bo jolted into action, racing from the pool, with Hanna on his heels.

“Bo!” She grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks as he opened the back door to the house.

“What, Hanna?”

“Let him go. He’s gone by now, I’m sure, and you can’t exactly go running onto the street chasing him naked, can you?”

Bo flushed as he looked down at himself, his glorious body gleaming with droplets of water that slithered down the contours of muscle. “Shit.” He thrust a hand into his hair in frustration. “You’re right. It’ll only make it worse.”

She nodded as she released his arm and hurried over to their pile of clothing. “Let’s just get outta here before the news trucks get here.”