Rock Hard Love(23)

“You getting close?” I asked.

“Uh huh,” was all he could manage.

“I know what you want, but you’ll have to make me do it,” I teased. James smiled and his hand found my hair. James took a handful between his fingers and pushed me towards his swollen cock. I liked it when he took over, something none of the boys I’d been with before had dared to do. I let his cock slide between my lips as I fondled his balls with one hand and dug the nails of the other into his chest. James used my hair to make me bob on his shaft as his hips worked beneath me. I knew he was close as I submitted to his whims and loved every moment.

“Fuck, little girl,” James growled and exploded in my mouth. I took his cock in my hand and stroked him furiously as James enjoyed a powerful orgasm and I tried to capture every precious drop of him. I almost got it all, but some leaked from mouth and ran down his length. Finally, as he finished, I pulled away, turned to let him see and swallowed him. Another manly groan escaped his lips as I submissively drank his semen. Then I bent to kiss James and he eagerly accepted my tongue into his mouth. Damn, that was dirty.

“You’re a naughty rock star,” I teased as I broke the kiss and cuddled next to him.

“You have no idea,” he replied.

“You plan on showing me I hope,” I told him.

“Damn right,” James said excitedly and I giggled at his enthusiasm. “I need to get up. I’d love to lay here all day with you but I’ve got a tee time with the band at the Olympic Club,” James told me, his enthusiasm gone at having to leave.

“I have a flight back at noon, myself. When will you be back in L.A.?” I asked.

“Tuesday. I’ll pick you up after work,” he said assuming that I’d want that and I did.

“You’d better,” I replied. We got up and went to shower, together of course. James couldn’t resist dropping to his knees and pleasuring me as the warm water ran down my naked body. I came twice as he fingered me and sucked on my swollen nub. I was never going to catch up with him if he kept doing stuff like that. An hour later, we parted as my cab arrived. I hated to leave James but having a couple of days to digest everything would be nice. A lot had happened, all of it good in retrospect, but still I felt slightly overwhelmed. After I landed at LAX, I headed home, excited to tell Josie everything. It was Sunday afternoon and I expected her to be home.

When I got there, however, Josie was gone. I took advantage of the peace and quiet, so seldom was I home without Josie there. I meant to read but instead, I just lay on the sofa contemplating everything that had transpired. Meeting James, initially not really liking him, Victoria’s announcement that James insisted I service his account, which made me smile, my education at his home, then my impromptu trip to his concert and making love to James. Had it only been just a few days? It felt like months.

Less than a week ago, I was your typical country bumpkin in the big city. Now I was involved with one of the world’s biggest rock stars. My sexual experience, though still limited, had been greatly expanded. I didn’t feel as if all this had changed me but I did feel a dormant part of me had been awakened. I had James to thank for that. I had always been somewhat shy and reserved. I tended to let loose among close friends and family but otherwise, I wasn’t exactly the life of the party. I was kind of a wallflower, content to watch and listen most of the time.

However, with James, I found myself being more assertive, like the first day I met him and I called out Victoria. Like going to San Francisco on a lark. I wouldn’t have done that before meeting James. I might have thought about it but I wouldn’t have dared to actually to do it. James lived his life on stage and he was impulsive, emotive and didn’t seem to care much what other’s thought of him. I guess that was rubbing off on me.

Josie came home as I worked through the previous few days in my mind, deciding that I was happier than I’d been in a long time. Of course, I dished to Josie. I’d sent her a text when I left for San Francisco telling her not to expect me until today but not what I was doing. To say she was floored by my story was an understatement. I’d rarely seen Josie speechless but the revelations about my trip left her without words.

“No opinion?” I teased. Josie closed her mouth and shook her head slowly.

“That’s like some kind of modern day fairytale. Oh my God, you really slept with him?” Josie asked. I didn’t give her the details just teasing her with a summary of the more intimate matters.

“Yes and it was wonderful,” I told her.

“This is so cool! I’m roommates with James Turner’s girlfriend. Holy shit, girl,” Josie exclaimed as she began to find her words again.