Free The Rock Star and the Girl From the Coffee Shop 2: Under Pressure by Terry Towers

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