Rock Hard Love (11 page)

I finished packing and drove back to Malibu.
James was already up when I arrived. He told me sleep was something he had learned to go without over the years. Apparently, touring wasn’t conducive to sleep, especially when you were partying with you band mates on the bus every night. I’d been gone for almost four hours so he got a decent nap anyway. Now he was hungry but all I wanted to do was to make good on my promise to fuck him silly. He wanted to go out instead.

“Are you just teasing me?” I asked as he turned me around and pushed me back out the door.

“Just keeping you guessing,” he said as he looked his truck over, even bending, licking his thumb and rubbing a spot on the front fender. “Just dust,” he reported and came to help me into my seat. My capri pants and tank made getting in and out much easier than my tight business skirts did.

“The fender’s fine, but there might be a dent in the tailgate,” I joked and James shot me a death stare and then laughed.
Still, he walked around the back of the truck to check before climbing into the driver’s seat.

“You don’t joke about a man’s truck,” he warned jokingly.

“Just keeping you guessing,” I replied and got a raised eyebrow as we left to get an early dinner. I giggled as James threw the truck into gear and mashed the accelerator causing the tires to bark and then he laughed too.

~13~

We got back to James’ house around seven that evening. After dinner, we took a walk on the beach. James told me he loved the ocean and had even learned how to surf. I laughed at that, picturing him in his boots, jeans and black t-shirt on surfboard. He assured me he wore board shorts and left his boots on the beach. Still it didn’t seem like James, the dark, brooding rocker, but I did ask him to teach me. He promised he would get me lessons instead.

“I absolutely suck at surfing,” he told me and I laughed hysterically.
Back at his house, he made us some ice tea as I looked out over the ocean and his pool.

“Can we go swimming?” I asked impulsively

“Sure, mi casa es su casa. But I do have a rule. No clothes allowed in the pool,” he said. I laughed and James reiterated, “I mean it. No clothes out there.”

“Really?”
I asked him, surprised at first by his rule but then after a moment, I thought I would have been surprised if James didn’t have such a rule.

“Really.
Sometimes I wear my boots though,” he said and then smiled.

“That’s good, I guess
, since I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” I replied and started peeling my clothes off. “Last one in the pool’s a pop star,” I said as he fumbled with his boots. I was already naked and opening the French doors.

“That’s cheating,” he called after me, but in a few
short moments he dove in as I was still easing my way down the steps. He popped up as I was still only in the water to my upper thighs and said, “There’s no way I was going to be a pop star!” Then he splashed me. I screamed as the water covered my naked body.

“That’s not right!” I shouted but he came for me and pulled me in with him.
The water, though quite warm, took my breath away. As I caught my breath, James was behind me wrapping me in his arms. I felt his hard shaft nestle between my thighs as he kissed my neck. I’d wanted to do this all day and finally we were alone and naked together. I squirmed and turned to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck and making sure he was between my thighs again. We kissed, James slipping his tongue into my mouth. I met it with my own tongue and they writhed together in my mouth.

I took an arm from around his neck and reached down to squeeze his cock.
Oh my God, he was so hard and I felt my pussy open in anticipation. I pulled away from him, swam to the steps and climbed out of the pool into the warm evening air. Somehow, I knew James would appreciate my naked, dripping wet body and his quiet growl as I walked away confirmed it. I laid down on one of the pool lounges and beckoned James to join me.

“I thought you wanted to swim, little girl,” he said.
I spread my legs and ran my hand over my bare mound, up my torso, over my breast and then took a finger into my mouth and sucked it.

“I lied,” I said as I slipped the finger from my mouth and rubbed my erect nipple with it.

“I do like it when you get fired up,” he said as he stepped from the pool, water draining from his muscular form and the scant hair on his legs and chest matted to his skin. His impressive cock was standing tall, his hard shaft stretching its silky sheath to its limits. I could have come just looking at that. James approached and laid on top of me, holding himself aloft above me and the lounge with his powerful arms, and kissed me deeply. He moved from my mouth to my neck, then to my shoulders and down to my breasts. He bit each nipple hard, each time causing me to squeal. I reached up, drew my nails up his sides, making sure I left marks, and I could feel his torso rumble as he groaned.

Down my taught belly he went, kissing and nibbling as he progressed towards the prize between my
legs. Instead of continuing with his mouth he sat between my legs, I draped my thighs over his and I waited to see what he had in mind. James stroked my pussy and caressed my naked torso, taking time to pinch my nipples now and then. My breathing was ragged and desperate as he took his time and teased me. Just when I thought I couldn’t stand it any longer, James sank two fingers into me and I arched my back in response. He found that special spot inside and rubbed it forcefully as the thumb of his other hand found my clit.

I cried out as an orgasm rocked me.
Even though we were in his backyard, I didn’t care who heard. I let the pleasure take me fully. My hips rocked, begging for more and James obliged, slipping from the lounger to his knees on the wooden deck and adding his tongue into the mix. His beard was wet but it still tickled causing me to giggle. His amazing full frontal assault was too much, however. I pinched my own nipples hard and shrieked as ripples of ecstasy flowed through me. My God, this orgasm was even better than any I’d had in San Francisco. James could hardly keep up as my hips churned beneath him.

“Fuck me!” was all I said as
I grabbed his face and made him look at me. That devilish grin appeared as he climbed atop me and impaled me with his rock hard cock. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. I pulled him to me and slipped my tongue in his mouth. I slid my tongue in and out between his lips mimicking his cock sliding into my dripping wet pussy. I let my hands slide down his back to his hard ass and after spanking him, I dragged my nails up his back. James pulled away and groaned as I left red lines up his back.

“Oh yeah!
I love it! You’re so fucking sexy, Simone,” he said though clenched teeth. I smiled up at him as I came again, milking every ounce of bliss from his rock hard cock. He jackhammered into me even harder and I lost my mind, screaming and moaning as his powerful thrusts rocked my body. Our flesh made the most obscene noises as his hips met mine. I could feel James’ cock swell to its limits inside me. I knew that he was leaking and adding to my own slippery lubrication.

“Come for me baby.
I love it when you come in my pussy!” I urged him but he just laughed.

“No way, little girl.
You promised to fuck me silly and you’re going to,” he said and pulled his cock from me. I was quicker though and grabbed it before he could get away. I leaned forward and took him in my mouth. James took my head and forced himself deeper. God, I was learning to like it rough. Pleasuring a man like James was almost as thrilling as being pleasured by him. I eagerly sucked him as I found his balls and squeezed. He let out a deep groan as I tormented him with my soft lips and warm tongue. I knew I’d have to give him a long, loving blowjob sometime but right now, this was just a tease.

I pushed him away from me
suddenly. I stood up and pushed him over to the steps of the pool. I turned him around, standing on the first step and pushed him down. He sat on the edge, his feet in the water reclining on his arms stretched out behind him. I straddled James and lowered myself on to him, letting his cock fill me slowly as I took his face in my hands and kissed him deeply. Once my ass touched his hips, I started bouncing on his amazing cock, taking him as deep as I could. I felt so naughty fucking him like this, naked in his backyard for the whole world to see. We had plenty of privacy but it was still exhilarating having sex in the open. I felt like I’d do anything for this man.

I hoped my racy behavior surprised James, but he had so much to teach me.
James sat up and his hands found my ass. He massaged my soft flesh and then suddenly he spanked me hard. I broke our kiss and screamed, even more turned on than I was before. He spanked the other cheek as I ground my hips on his. Then he took my jaw in his powerful hand, his thumb invading my mouth. I sucked it as he slid it between my lips. His other hand found my clit and began to rub it fast and hard.

I exploded in shuddering spasms as James took over,
forcing me up and down on his long shaft. My legs burned as I squat over him but I didn’t care. I took his shoulders and held on for dear life as James turned the tables on me. His hand slipped from my jaw, onto my neck and he grasped it roughly. “Beg for it, little girl. Beg me!” he ordered. I tried but another wild wave of pleasure stole my breath. James abandoned my clit, pinching and tugging at my nipples, even slapping my small breasts playfully. “Beg me, Simone,” he demanded.

I looked at James and found his eyes full of lust and fire.
I found my voice. “Please come inside me, James. Please I need you so bad. Come in my pussy like a fucking rock star!” I pleaded, all but screaming, but James was already filling me with his jarring, pulsing climax. We came together as one final shattering release took me over the edge. For a moment, neither of us made a sound as the pleasure stole our breath. Finally, after a small eternity of absolute rapture, I wailed and collapsed onto James and he let out a deep sigh. I kissed his neck as I remained on top of James sitting on his hips feeling the burn of my fatigued legs.

“At the risk of being repetitive, I fucking love it when you let
your fiery side out, little girl,” James whispered. I hugged him tight.

“It’s all for you, James,” I replied and he wrapped his arms around me.
We sat on the edge of the pool for a long time recovering and enjoying being as one. I felt as if I’d stepped onto a roller coaster and tonight was just another set of thrilling loops. I was still amazed at how quickly life had changed since I met James. I wondered if this was how it would be with him all the time. Despite the whole incident with the Fraulein, I hoped it would be. After all of it, I realized just how mundane daily life had become and I found I craved the excitement James made me feel.

We wound up in James’ hot tub
and as the sun disappeared and the evening grew cooler. It felt like we needed a bottle of wine but instead, James produced a bottle of expensive Italian sparkling water, citrus slices and two crystal wine glasses from his house. Perfect!

“Even though I’m sober, certain times you just need a glass or a bottle in your hand,” he explained.
I knew what he meant. James had something else with him and after a few moments, he pulled a dark cigar from a case, clipped the cap and toasted the end until it burned red producing clouds of bluish smoke. I wasn’t big on smoking but it was James’ house and honestly, he looked hot as hell smoking that big cigar. It was one hundred percent James. It even smelled sexy and manly too.

We cuddled in the tub and I let the uncertainty take a back seat for the moment.
How this would all turn out, I had no idea. I was now Battery’s agent, James and I were apparently an item but one question nagged at me. “How am I going to make a living?” I asked. James looked at me as if I was stark raving mad and pulled the cigar from his mouth.

“You’re Battery’s agent.
There’s a salary involved, you know,” he said. I looked at him and I suppose it was a stupid question.

“I didn’t really think it through.
This has been a bit of a whirlwind,” I said and then added, “as long as the fringe benefits don’t stop, I don’t really care.” James laughed and kissed me. He tasted like the expensive cigar he was smoking, in other words like the rough and tumble man he was and that turned me on. Just a week ago, I would have found the idea repulsive, but I’d learned a lot about James and myself since then. He pulled me closer to him as we looked over the ocean and towards the lights of Los Angles to the southeast. This seemed perfect but I had no idea there were forces already conspiring against James and I. Nevertheless, life was good for now, maybe even perfect, and I was blissfully unaware.

~The End~

About the Author

D. H. Camero
n enjoys writing stories with a heart and a little, or a lot, of erotic sizzle.  Ms. Cameron also writes fantasy under another pen name.  Besides writing, Ms. Cameron enjoys music, specifically hard rock and heavy metal, cooking, clothes and photography.  Ms. Cameron is happily married with two wonderful children.  Home, where Ms. Cameron writes full time, is in Nevada.

About this Book

Rock Hard Love is the melding of two of my favorite things, erotic romance and rock & roll.  When I was outlining the story, I wanted the hero, James Turner, to have a rough boy exterior with a more tender and caring side he shields from the world at large.  I wanted him to come off as strong and dominant, but not creepy and pushy.  I think he turned out quite well.