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  Rock Hard Envy – Part 2

  Erotic Rock & Roll Romance

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  Copyright © 2013 D.H. Cameron

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  ~1~

  “Are you leaving again?” Josie asked me as she was getting ready for work.

  “Yeah, sorry,” I answered.

  “Oh sure, go off to hang out with your rock star boyfriend, part-time roommate,” Josie replied and then smiled playfully as she applied her mascara. She was right. I was spending almost as much time at James’ house as I was at my own. Since I’d met James Turner, the lead singer and rhythm guitarist for Battery, which was one of the hottest heavy metal bands in the world, I’d been spending more and more time at his house in Malibu. It made sense. I lived in West Covina. James lived in Malibu and it was an hour’s drive. We had to work together since I was his agent now and driving back and forth was a serious pain in the butt.

  OK, maybe I liked staying there and his pool was nice…oh who am I kidding, it was the sex. James and I had been dating for just over a month and I’d had more sex in those five weeks than I’d had in my entire life up until I met him. It was good too. I should have just moved in with James, but I was being stubborn. I wanted to wait but for what and until when, I had no idea. Moving in with a man, even one I had fallen for as hard as I had for James, just didn’t seem proper. I had my conservative upbringing to thank for that, I suppose.

  It wasn’t just the sex though. I enjoyed James’ company too. He could be rough and abrasive, the kind of guy I used to shun, but I’d discovered that on the inside, James was caring and tender. Not too caring and tender, though. He was just the right balance of bad boy and good guy and once I got over my fears, I found I liked James more than I could have imagined. We had fun together and he drew out my wild side. I did things with James, in bed and out, which I’d only dreamed of prior. I wasn’t as impulsive and spontaneous as James was, but I think that helped ground him a little. We made a good team.

  “I’m not moving in with him,” I assured Josie, my roommate and best friend, though she hadn’t brought it up.

  “Sure, you’re not,” she shot back sarcastically.

  “I’m serious. I’m not ready for that yet,” I told her. I wasn’t. I was only twenty-four and James was the first guy with whom I’d had a real relationship. I didn’t want to rush things.

  “You can, you know. Don’t let me stop you. I can afford to pay the rent on this dump or find another roommate,” Josie told me. She’d been telling me that for weeks now. I think she was rooting for James and me. She didn’t want me to stay on her account.

  “I know, Josie. I’m not refusing to move in with James because of you, I promise. When and if I ever do move in with James, you’ll be the first to know,” I promised her. Josie rolled her eyes as she did every time I said that.

  “If? Really? C’mon, girl. You and James are like fairytale shit. I’m already interviewing roommates,” Josie teased.

  “No you’re not,” I said calling her bluff.

  “You know I love you, girl. I just want you to be happy. We’ll always be friends, but James is more than a friend,” Josie told me. I smiled.

  “I love you too. Have a good day. I’ll be home this weekend. James and the band have some stuff to do before they start the first leg of their tour next month. We should go out,” I offered.

  “Totally! We can get all slutted up and we can find me a guy to do the things James does to you,” Josie said excitedly. I nodded and gave her a hug.

  “See you Saturday,” I told her, grabbed my duffel bag and left. I stopped off for coffee, fancy coffee instead of the swill I used to drink at the Roland Talent Agency. Not only could I afford it now working for Battery, but I didn’t have an office even if I wanted to brew my own. An hour later, I arrived in Malibu. I parked inside James' walled compound next to his giant black, Dodge pickup. His truck dwarfed my little red Ford Fiesta. I found James in his office wearing his signature black t-shirt, torn blue jeans and big, black leather boots as he picked notes on his acoustic guitar.

  “Hey, little girl,” he said as he put the guitar down and came to greet me.

  “I didn’t disturb you, did I?” I asked hoping he wasn’t working out the notes to some new hit song that popped into his head and that would now be gone forever.

  “No, it sounded good in my head but not so much on the guitar. I missed you,” James told me.

  “You saw me two days ago,” I teased but I missed him too.

  “Two days to long, little girl,” James answered using the pet name that I initially hated but had come to love since. James kissed me as he slipped his arms around my hips. It felt good to be back in his arms again. Part of me wanted to give in and just move in with James so I could feel his arms around me every day. But I couldn’t. I pretended it was my conservative upbringing but in reality, I was scared. James broke the kiss and said, “You look hot, as usual.”

  “Thanks. You look yummy yourself,” I replied. Since I wasn’t meeting with Battery’s record company that day, I wasn’t in one of my short, tight skirts and delicate blouses James loved so much. Instead, I was wearing a little workout suit with matching boy shorts and a t-back tank in black and pink that hugged my lithe body. I think James liked the business outfits more, but not by much. I, however, liked my casual workout clothes more since they were so comfortable. Besides, I was able to exercise regularly now that I wasn’t working a traditional nine-to-five job.

  “I look yummy, huh? Well maybe we should do something about that,” James suggested and a devilish grin crossed his face. I reached up and stroked his bushy goatee and my other hand went to James’ jeans. His cock wasn’t rock hard, but it was getting there. I squeezed his fat shaft and James growled, a sound that always made my pussy wet.

  “Tell you what. If you don’t hassle me while we work out the details of the tour, you might get to fuck me later,” I teased.

  “But I like hassling you, little girl,” James pouted. I enjoyed being hassled by James most of time but Battery didn’t become the popular, moneymaking machine it was because James was a pushover. He was tough to work with, almost stubborn sometimes. We never fought, but we did have spirited disagreements over the finer points of his band’s business. We both wanted what was best for the band but we didn’t always agree on what that was. James cocked an eyebrow suddenly and added, “As if you’re not going to let me fuck you later.”

  “Hey, I might withhold sex if you’re not nice,” I said though I didn’t mean it. James stared at me for a moment and then began to chuckle.

  “I’m always nice, little girl,” he replied. I wiggled out of his arms and went to the sofa. Playtime was over as much as I hated it. James reluctantly let me go and propped his big boots on the desk after plopping into his leather chair. He wore that look. The one that I found hard to resist. The devilish grin mixed with the knowing smirk. The look that dared me not to give in, not to submit. I looked away but my panties were noticeably moist and I couldn’t think straight. Damn!

  James sat, looking at me and waiting. I pretended to look over the schedule in front of me as if I could
concentrate on that. I stole a glance at James and he still wore the look as his eyes bore into me. What the hell was I doing? He wanted to fuck me and I wanted it too. I stood up and looked at him, trying to appear as if I was reluctantly peeling my tight clothes from my body. James rubbed his hands together in anticipation as I finished undressing and laid on his sofa, spread my legs and asked, “You going to sit there staring or are you going to come get me?”

  James popped up and all but jumped over his desk. He knelt on the floor between my legs with a hungry look in his eyes. I couldn’t wait to feel that bushy beard between my thighs, a sensation I’d come to love over the last month. James placed his strong, calloused hands on my inner thighs and pushed them wide. James bent as if he was about to attack my pussy with his mouth and said, “We’ve got work to do. You need to stop tempting me to satisfy your selfish needs. You’re shameless.”

  “Me? You’re the one who…,” was all I got out before James’ tongue swiped up through my moist folds and then flicked my clit. I squealed and then sighed deeply as James devoured me with the same passion he always did. He concentrated on my clit with his tongue and lips as his beard tickled my bare mound below. I shuddered as his grisly facial hair worked its magic and I climbed towards the summit. James had learned that I came quickly if he sucked on my clit and fucked me with his finger, but even quicker if he let his beard tease me and he played with my nipples.

  His hands worked their way up my body to my small breasts and he rolled my nipples between each thumb and forefinger. He didn’t pinch or squeeze, just playing as he tormented my clit with his tongue. I was panting, moaning and within moments, I was riding the edge of climax. James sensed my excitement and slowed just enough to hold me on the knife’s edge. I cried out in frustration as his eyes, full of mischief, found mine. I pleaded with my eyes in return and for a moment, James ignored me. Then suddenly he pinched my nipples hard and the pace of his tongue quickened.

  I shrieked as the sweet pleasure coursed through my body. James finished me off, waiting until the powerful climax waned and then stood and all but ripped his jeans open after unfastening his belt. His cock sprang from his jeans, hard and already dripping. God, he was so fucking sexy. James came at me like some wild animal, one hand grabbing my throat and the other pinning one of my legs to the back of the sofa. His cock impaled me and I offered no resistance. James’ thrusts were deep and slow as he looked into my eyes and growled. I could see the desire for me in his eyes and though sometimes I still wasn’t sure I was worthy, it drove me crazy.

  I grabbed James’ forearm above the hand that gripped my throat and hissed, “I love it when you fuck me, James.” James continued his slow and measured pounding, each thrust slamming into me like a ton of bricks. I felt the tension build within me but James wanted to play.

  “You can’t come again until I do,” he warned and I whined. It was so hard to resist but it felt so good once he finally came inside me and I came all over his hard cock. James’ rhythm increased and soon his hips were a blur as his cock slid in and out of me. I sobbed, then moaned and finally screamed as my need increased. I fought the urge to let go and climax as James drove towards his own orgasm. I bucked my hips hoping to help him reach his climax quicker so I could join him.

  This was a game James had taught me several weeks back. It was just another way James asserted his dominance and I showed him that I was his little girl. It wasn’t just a cute term of endearment. It had deeper meaning and I was learning to appreciate how liberating being his little girl could be. James almost always was in control and he never failed to disappoint. I was screaming through my clenched teeth, fighting the urge to come. Damn, I wanted to let the pleasure free but James wasn’t ready yet. I let go of James’ arm and instead pinched my own nipples and hard. I squealed as the pain spread and that was all James could handle.

  I felt his cock swell within me and a moment later his orgasm filled me with its delicious warmth. I felt my own final explosion steal my breath away. James and I rocked as one, both of us swept up in the ecstasy or our simultaneous climax. Our eyes were locked as we shared the wondrous moment and then as quickly as it had appeared it was gone. But damn, it was good while it was here and I knew the echoes of our lovemaking would rattle around inside me for a while once we were finished. I screamed one last time and my whole body shuddered. James thrust into me and finally stayed there deep within me as he released me from his grip. James bent to kiss me and I willingly accepted his probing tongue. We let our tongues play between our lips for a moment before James rose up and laughed.

  “What’s so funny?” I asked.

  “Nothing. I was just thinking you’re the best agent I’ve ever had,” he said.

  “You mean the Fraulein didn’t provide services like these?” I asked playfully referring to Victoria Roland, the head of the talent agency that used to employ me and represent Battery.

  “Oh, she fucked me alright, but not in a good way. She even made me bring the lube,” James replied. I giggled uncontrollably at the picture that conjured up in my head. It was completely preposterous. James joined me. I wasn’t the most productive agent he’d ever had, that was for sure, but I provided a full range of services and we had fun. Oh, did we have fun!

  ~2~

  Two days later, I was at Battery’s record label for a meeting. I sat in the reception area and was getting impatient. The meeting was scheduled for ten o’clock that morning but it was almost eleven. Finally, I went to the receptionist and demanded to know what going on.

  “I’ll call Mr. Schneider,” she replied with disdain. She dialed and after a short conversation, she reported, “Mr. Schneider is attending to an emergency situation. He will call you to reschedule.” Needless to say, I was more than a little pissed. I’d been waiting for nearly an hour and they couldn’t have told me that sooner? I forced a smile, walked out of the office and headed back to Malibu. I got over my anger, it was always short lived, before I’d gotten on the freeway but the situation was odd. I suppose stuff happened, but why would they leave me waiting like that? By the time I got back to James’ home, however, I’d almost completely forgotten about it. It was probably just a simple misunderstanding.

  I planned to take a dip in the pool, nude as per James’ rule, and then see if James wanted to go out for dinner. James was gone when I arrived at his house, as I expected. I went inside to James’ bedroom, peeled off my skirt, blouse, bra and panties, grabbed a towel and headed out towards the pool overlooking the ocean. I was almost out the back door when I heard singing and it wasn’t James. I pulled the towel around my nude body and went looking for the source. Maybe James had left his stereo on. As I walked by the kitchen, a beautiful blonde woman walked out and we both screamed.

  “Who are you?” I asked as I backed away. She didn’t seem threatening. In fact, she acted as if she owned the place, holding a glass of white wine.

  “Oh my God! You scared the hell out of me. You must be Simone,” the woman said. I couldn’t help but notice her body. Her incredibly large, and probably phony, breasts spilled out of her tight top and her snug shorts barely covered her round ass.

  “I am. Who are you?” I asked, more curious than wary.

  “James tried to call you, but it went to message. I’m Sylvia Connors. I’m James’ ex-wife,” she told me and I almost dropped my towel.

  “What are you doing here?” I wondered aloud.

  “I’m in SoCal for a few weeks and James graciously offered to let me stay here for a while. You’re as pretty as James said, maybe a little thin, but pretty,” Sylvia said and I didn’t miss the thinly disguised insult.

  “Nice to meet you, Sylvia. So when do you leave?” I asked, my bitchy side rearing its head.

  “Not for a while. You going swimming? Can I join you?” Sylvia inquired. Great. I was hoping to swim alone, maybe with James if he got home soon, not with his buxom ex-wife.

  “It’s a free country,” was all I said and walked away. What the heck wa
s she doing here? Was James crazy? I know he considered her a friend and their divorce was amicable, but letting her stay here? I guess it was his house and he could do what he wanted. I was the one that refused to move in so I suppose I didn’t really have a say on the issue. I wasn’t worried about James. We had discussed his marriage and James was over Sylvia. However, I wondered if I should be worried about Sylvia.

  I let my towel fall away, tossed it on one of the lounges and then dove into the deep end of the pool. When I surfaced, Sylvia was exiting the house, nude and wearing a pair of sexy pumps that she wasn’t wearing inside. She sauntered up to the pool, kicked off the shoes she must have put on just moments before and sat on the edge of the pool. I had to admit, she was beautiful, in a porn star, stripper kind of way. Sylvia was tanned and perfectly proportioned. Her huge breasts were just as perky out of her tight top as they were inside of it and each nipple was pierced with a silver ring.

  Sylvia let both legs dangle in the pool and spread them wide enough for me to see everything. She had another ring through her clit and a small tattoo over her bare mound that I couldn’t quite make out in addition to a few other assorted tattoos here and there. She noticed me looking at her, as if I had a choice since she plopped down right in front of me, and said, “It says James.”

  “Huh?” I asked not getting what she was referring too.

  “The tattoo on my pussy you’re staring at. It’s James’ name. I got it when we were married. I got these too,” Sylvia said cupping her round breasts. “You like pussy?” Sylvia asked suddenly. I snapped my head up and stared at her.

  “What?” I asked assuming I misunderstood her.

  “Do you like pussy? I was just wondering since you keep staring at me. I thought maybe you might be bisexual. You’re kind of cute. If you want, you can go ahead and eat my pussy,” Sylvia said. I was quickly beginning to hate this woman.

  “Um, no! I’m not into girls. Thanks anyway,” I replied and began swimming back and forth across the pool as if I’d come out to exercise instead of relax.