Her Reckless Rockstar by Gena Snow

Chapter 5

 

Tristan

 

 

 

My mouth falls the moment Avery steps out of the pool house. Fuck me. The bikini doesn’t have much except a few strings. Ninety-nine percent of her gorgeous body is on display, including most of her bouncing tits and round ass. Hell, just the sights of her flat belly and long legs turn me on. My throat feels dry as the angel sashays towards us.

Max whistles, waking me from my trance. Asshole. No wonder he was so eager to run to the store for her. I turn to look at him. He’s practically drooling at my angel.

I want to punch his stupid face, even though I must say he has good taste in bikinis.

What I do, though, is to cover the jerk’s eyes with my hand. “Don’t fucking look at her!”

“Why?” he grabs my hand and tries to move it. “She isn’t your property.”

“She is,” I growl. “I hired her for the day. Get out of here, now!”

“No,” he says and tries to wriggle out of my grasp.

I wrestle with him and force him out of the pool before Avery jumps in.

“Give her some alone time,” I coax him. “She’s worked hard and deserves it.”

I ignore his grumbles and push him out of the backyard, throwing his clothes into his car and urging him to leave my property.

“You could’ve at least let me snap a photo of her,” he hisses. “Those are first-class jugs you only see in porn!”

“Shut up!” I warn him. “Don’t even think about her that way! She’s a nice gal.”

He gives me a funny look. “Do you know her well?”

“Better than you do,” I say. “Now get lost.”

 

When I’m back to the pool, Avery is doing backstrokes. I stop in my tracks, gazing at the breath-taking sight, unable to think. She is perfect! Max is right. She has the sexiest body.

She stands up and smiles at me. “This is great! Thanks for letting me use the pool.”

“You bet.” Thanks for being in the pool. “Is it just me, or is the water too warm?”

She frowns. “The water is perfect. It’s nice and cool.”

“Oh, so it’s just me,” I mumble like an idiot. I’d better take my eyes off her, otherwise… Shit. My swim trunks are bulging out. I’ve got to do something.

I swim vigorously, trying to use up the energy that’s building in my groin. I don’t stop until I’m exhausted.

When I stand up, I find Avery standing against the wall and gazing at me with those dreamy brown eyes. I don’t have to be a genius to know she likes what she sees. My heart thrills with rapture at the realization, but I pretend I don’t notice it. Instead, I casually place a hand against the wall right next to her and raise the other hand to smooth my hair, flaunting my biceps in the process.

She’s so busy checking me out she doesn’t notice I’m glancing at her as well. Her eyes rake over my body, from my chest down to my abdomen, and along my arm. When they meet mine, she bites her lips and turns to move away.

I grunt and grab her arm. “Don’t move,” I demand in a gruff voice.

And then I step in front of her, trapping her with my legs while gripping her shoulder. I gently lift her chin and force her to look at me. Her eyes shimmer, and her cheeks burn.

I swoop down to claim her lips. The moment I taste those soft, plump flesh, I growl with an insatiable hunger. I run my tongue over them and make my way into her mouth. She whimpers and greets me with her slick tongue, ravenously tasting me.

My boner presses deep into her soft belly, and she wriggles against it. Fuck. I tremble with the desire to claim her entire being. Not just her mouth, but every inch of her. I trace my lips down to her throat, sucking her delicate skin and leaving a visible trail all the way to her snowy valley.

I push the thin fabric that covers her mounds, letting them bounce free. Fuck me. Those dusky pink crests!

“You’re a dream come true, baby!” I croak before I lick her hard point, making her moan.

“You too,” she answers while nudging my hard-on with her thigh.

In one swift motion, I lift her out of the water and place her on the edge of the pool. I peel off her bikini bottom and toss it onto the ground. And then I spread her legs wide and bury my face into her warm juncture.

Avery tenses at first and then relaxes. She grasps my hair as I lick her sweet feminine center. “Oh my God. It’s incredible. Tristan!”

I have the impulse to plunge my dick into her and see what she has to say to that. I want to tell her this is nothing, but I don’t want to sound smug. Neither do I want to leave her sweet lips, not even for a second.

She’s so responsive and soon starts to tense. Her fingernails dig into my scalp as I suck her nub into my mouth and press it with the tip of my tongue. “Ahh! Tristan!”

My cock pulses when I hear her moan out my name like that, between those pouty lips and under the hooded eyes.

As soon as she stops convulsing, I climb out of the pool and sit down on the deck next to her.

I pull her to me to sit on my lap and kiss her madly again. I fumble with the stings of her top and manage to pull it off. She’s so glorious— I ache to touch her. But as soon as I cup her globes, she pushes me onto the ground and straddles me.

“You like to be on top, baby?”

She smirks but doesn’t speak. Instead, she scoots down and sits on my knees, and then she peels down my trunks.

My breath hitches, knowing what she’s about to do. I watch her eyes without a blink, willing her to like what she sees.

I haven’t disappointed any of the handful of women I’ve been with before, but Avery, she’s a goddess, and her standard must be higher.

Her eyes are locked on mine, and she doesn’t look away until my trunks are down to my thighs. And then she gasps. Her eyes turn dark. She licks her lips and says in a husky voice. “You’re beautiful!”

I let out a sigh of relief. Thank God. She likes it.

She strokes me first, with a firm grasp but unhurried pace that drives me nuts.

“Faster, please,” I beg her. “This is torture, baby.”

She giggles but doesn’t obey my wish. Instead, she bends down and takes me in her sweet mouth.

I grunt with satisfaction. “Christ. Avery. It feels like heaven.”

She smiles like a little school girl being complimented on her good grade, and she sinks her mouth deeper, letting the tip of my manhood touch the back of her throat. But she gags right away and has to let me out.

I stroke her face. “You don’t need to go that far. This is good enough.”

She nods and grips the base of my shaft with both hands. And then she massages the tip with her tongue and her lips. I close my eyes to enjoy the incredible sensations and then open them again soon because I want to see her goddess body.

A feeling of possessiveness possesses me, and I say to her, “Baby, tell me you won’t take another man in your mouth from now on.”

She looks up at me with widened eyes and smirks with a shake of her head. I’m not sure what it means. Is that a promise or is she taunting me?

I don’t have the time to wonder for long because the little vixen suddenly sucks the tip of my length hard while scratching my balls gently. The pleasure makes me jolt immediately, and without warning, I explode into her mouth. 

“Fuck, baby,” I say after I calm down. “That was quite a treat. You’re a blowjob champ!”

She rolls her eyes and says, “Thanks. You aren’t bad yourself.”

“So we’re even.” I chuckle, pulling her down to lie on top of me so I can feel her soft pillowy bosom on my hard chest. “Have you practiced a lot?”

Damn. I sound like a jealous fool, but I can’t help it.

“Yes,” she says. “With every customer who tips me over fifty bucks.”

“Really?” I narrow my eyes on her and squeeze her bottom hard.

“Ouch!” She complains. “Just kidding. Although why should it concern you? I bet you’ve slept with lots of groupies.”

“I’ve never slept with fans!” I declare. “I made it a rule.”

“Oh?” she raises an eyebrow. “That’s too bad because I’m your fan.”

“No, you are not! You don’t even like metal.”

“I like it when you sing Frank Sinatra.”

“In that case,” I say and pull her closer, so our lips almost touch. “I’m going to change the rule.”

She giggles and pulls away. “Cheater! I’ve got to go.”

“What’s the hurry? It’s not like you have to work.”

“I’ve been here long enough.”

“Come on, just hang out with me for a while longer,” I say. “You know what? Let’s rest on the chaise. I’ll get us some beer.”

She considers and nods. “Sure.”

I quickly run into the house and bring two bottles of beer.

When I’m back, Avery is asleep on the chaise. I put the bottles down carefully, not wanting to wake her. She’s had a busy day.

I’m about to sit on the chair next to her, but a glance at her beautiful naked body changes my mind. I stand in front of her and drink the sight in without blinking. My God. She’s perfect, more beautiful than any sculpture of Greek goddesses I’ve seen.

Without another thought, I reach for my phone on the patio table and snap a picture. I know I shouldn’t do it without her consent, but I can’t help it. I want to keep a copy of her so I can look at her any time I want. Before I know it, I take another one and another one.

Avery suddenly stirs, and her eyes fly open. “Are you taking pictures?” She asks and sits up right away.

“I’m sorry. It’s just you’re so beautiful,” I say sheepishly.

“You can’t do it.” She stands up, looking serious. “Give me your phone!”

“No!” I hide the phone behind my back and walk away. “I’ll tell you what! I’ll pay you for the pictures!”

“The hell you will!” She springs out of the chair and lunges at me. “I’m not selling my body.”

“Come on. They’re just pictures,” I say, still not giving up. “I’ll give a grand each. What? Not enough? Okay. Name your price!”

“I don’t fucking need your money!” she shouts at me.

I still, realizing she’s serious, and then I pass her my phone. She snatches it, views the pictures for a second, and deletes them right away. And then she tosses the phone onto the chaise chair.

When she stomps toward the pool house, I follow her. “Please, Avery. Don’t be mad. I’m really sorry, okay?”

She doesn’t speak, so I grab her arm and pulls her back.

She avoids looking at me, but I see her face is streaked with tears.

“Why are you crying?” Shit. She’s not just angry. She’s hurt.

“Why?” she cries harder and struggles out of my grasp. “Because you’re a jerk, Tristan!”