Rock Star's Baby_An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Flora Ferrari

  “Will that be all…oh!” the cashier says.

  “That’s it,” he says and Hendrix already has his wallet out ready to pay.

  The cashier rings us up and Hendrix lets him take a quick selfie and we’re back out the front. But the crowd of maybe five to ten in now approaching fifty.

  I hear girls screaming and men talking.

  “Take my hand,” he says.

  He walks me through the crowd. They just give him space partly due to his celebrity and partly do to his size.

  We exit the mall and he asks for my keys.

  He helps me into the car like a gentleman, despite our rush, and quickly makes his way to the driver’s seat.

  I love how he’s taking control. I’d have no idea how to get out of a situation like this.

  He hits the horn a few times and a space clears allowing him to carefully exit the lot.

  We’re back on the road and headed home.

  “Wow, that was crazy.”

  “Yeah, when they saw us it turned into one of those zombie apocalypse movies didn’t it?” he says.

  I laugh. “Yeah, and you didn’t even take off your sunglasses the entire time.”

  “Your sunglasses,” he says. “But they do look good on me don’t they?”

  I pinch him in the side and we both laugh.

  I’ve been to that mall hundreds of times and usually the workers ignore me entirely. Not today. This adventure was fun. I can still feel my heart thumping in my chest from the excitement. I can only imagine how his life must be.

  And strangely enough I can see how much he seems to be enjoying the simplicity of this all. How he’s so relaxed driving our family car and just doing normal things…with me.

  My dad always said he’s a really down to earth guy…after you strip away the private planes and the million dollar vacations. Ironic, but I’m seeing now it’s very true.

  Just like my feelings for him. Sure he’s one of the most desired men in the world but I’m not attracted to him for all those other things. I only want him.

  And I think back to his words reminding me that he only wants me too.

  My phone beeps and I check it.

  A picture of the two of us is already online and there are all kinds of big news sites reporting on “Who is Hope Hill?”

  “Are you okay,” he says noticing my shock.

  “Yeah. I just. Whoa.”

  CHAPTER 8

  Hendrix

  “You look like a couple in this one,” Samantha says.

  I look at the computer monitor in the Hill’s living room. She’s right.

  “Imagine that?” Steven says. “How crazy would that be?” He’s laughing at his “joke” immediately and pats me on the back.

  Breaking the news isn’t going to be easy for him. That’s for sure.

  Harley scroll through more of the gossip websites and I see Hope stepping outside.

  I quickly join her.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah,” she says. I’m not buying it.

  “What’s wrong?” I want to put my arms around her and tell her everything’s going to be okay, but I know her dad is watching through that window. I can feel his eyes on us without even turning around.

  “Nothing. It’s just. Nothing.”

  “What? You can tell me. Come on. We’re sunglass sisters,” I say, trying to lighten the mood.

  It works. “See, even my women’s sunglasses look better on you,” she says.

  “Nonsense. I know for a fact they look better on you.”

  “I didn’t even put them on.”

  “But everything looks better on you because you’re beautiful.”

  Her chin rises up and she makes stronger eye contact.

  “Really? You think so?”

  “I know so. Now tell me what’s bothering you so I can see that beautiful smile of yours again.”

  It works. The sides of her lips start to move and she smiles. It makes me feel so damn good that I can make her smile like that. And smiles are the only thing I ever want to see coming from her. I want her happy every second of every day, because of me.

  “It’s just that you’ll be gone in a week and then that’s that.”

  “You’re going with me. You know that.”

  “How? My parents don’t even know and there’s no way my dad’s going to let me run off with the band. Just the thought of it sounds absurd.”

  “You’re not running off with the band. You’re running off with me. And we’re not running anywhere. We’re going as a team.”

  “I know but I just…I don’t know.”

  “You do know and it’s hard,” I say, taking a step closer. I want to show her just how hard I am myself right now. “Just give it a few days. We can’t spring this on your parents right now or they’ll flip. I know you’re dad. He’s a logical guy. With time he’ll understand.”

  “With a week?”

  “No. He’s definitely going to flip,” I say. She smiles again. There it is. “But over time he’ll come around. But let me pick the moment to tell him. I’m a man. It’s my responsibility.”

  “Okay, but what about until then?”

  “Remember how we played that game with the sunglasses?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well we’re going to play games again. It’ll be fun.”

  “What game?”

  “It’s called don’t get caught.”

  Her happy smile turns to a devilish grin. “I like the sound of that game.”

  CHAPTER 9

  Hope

  I swear I hear a light knocking on the wall and I roll over and look at the time on my phone.

  1:37 a.m.

  And wipe my eyes to make sure I’m not dreaming.

  I’m not. I hear the tapping again and look over at my sister’s bed.

  I’ve moved from the couch to an air mattress in my sister’s room. I’m on the floor so she can’t really see me. Also the light from my phone isn’t high enough to wake her. If I keep low enough and quiet enough I can investigate.

  Not that it takes a Sherlock Holmes to figure out where it’s coming from.

  I crawl on my hands and knees over to the door and slowly open it.

  I carefully crawl out into the hall and twist the knob above my head carefully making sure it closes without making a noise.

  It does. I turn the handle shut and then stand taking a deep breath.

  I survey the hallway and the entire house. Nothing. It’s completely quiet. Everyone must be asleep and at this hour they’re probably deep in REM sleep.

  Everyone except the one who was tapping on the wall. But how did he know?

  I walk over to my room and see that the door’s cracked.

  I look through the crack and immediately see the moonlight coming through the windows reflecting off his crystal blue eyes, which are locked on me.

  He’s got the sheet up to his waist and nothing on top. His chest muscles are wide and thick, even with him on his back.

  He motions with two fingers for me to come inside.

  It’s my room after all. I should be able to go inside whenever I want, right?

  I step inside and shut the door.

  He raises a hand ordering me to stop, which I do.

  He brings his free hand behind his head to join his other hand as he just lays there staring at me.

  I’ve got on an oversized white T-shirt and a pair of boxer briefs for women which are also white.

  I can see the hunger in his eyes and after what’s at least a minute passes he moves his hand from behind his head and motions in a circle in the air.

  I turn and when I’m facing away I hear his fingers snap. I freeze.

  I turn around wanting to see him look at my ass, but before my head gets all the way around I jump in surprise as he’s up and out of the bed and standing right behind me.

  I feel his hands on my hips and I push my ass back feeling his uncovered erection pressing against the fabric of my underwear.


  Years of want for him can’t be stopped and I immediately pull down my underwear, pull my shirt up and over my head and turn to face him just as naked as he is.

  The biggest rock star in the world is in my bedroom and I’m here with him.

  And the best part is it’s not a dream.

  His hand comes up to my cheek and I feel the calluses on his fingertips from years and years of playing the guitar, but I like them. They’re masculine and artistic at the same time and they brush across my cheek and then down to my jawline as he takes my chin in his fingers.

  “I can’t control myself when I’m around you.”

  A moan escapes me as I’m still not sure how a man who’s so powerful and can have any woman in the world is so infatuated with me.

  He leans in and I feel my heart about to beat out of my ribcage.

  My eyes close and I feel the heat of his breath causing my lips to part slightly.

  I know I’m getting wet below and I quickly bite my lips in anticipation of what’s about to happen above.

  My head is spinning and I’m ready, waiting, willing him to come closer.

  And then I feel the gentleness of his lips on mine as we kiss for the first time.

  My knees go weak and I wonder how I’m able to bring this man to his knees as well when his lips break from mine and he’s down on the floor face to face with my pussy.

  His head dives into my midsection almost knocking me off balance, but his hand comes around grabbing my ass hard steading me as I feel his tongue flick open my folds before it dives deep only to come out again and then lick straight up finding my clit.

  My knees shake and there’s no way I can stay standing.

  I let my weight go and feel him scoop me up, still tasting me as he carries me over to the bed as I’m suspended well over six feet in the air before he lays me down and continues pleasing me with his mouth.

  I grab the sheets off the bed and my eyes open for a second seeing his picture on the poster on my wall before they move to him.

  It’s so surreal, but I don’t even care. I can’t process anything logical at all when he flips my clit and then rubs it around inside his mouth sending me to the edge.

  “I’m c-,” I moan before my mouth is quickly met with a pillow. I bite down hard unable to breathe from the climax and lack of oxygen.

  A few seconds later I pull the pillow off and try and catch my breath. Am I crazy or did the lack of air only heighten the experience? I wouldn’t know because I have nothing to compare this orgasm with.

  It was my first and was it ever intense.

  His body slides up the bed and he mounts me before he flips me over with one hand causing the bed to shake.

  I feel his teeth on my earlobe as he nibbles before moaning into my ear, “You’re mine now. All mine forever.”

  My ass arches up readying for him and I feel the head of his rock hard cock line up with my opening.

  “Tell me how much you want this,” he says.

  “I want it. I want you. All of you.”

  “Once I have you and you have me there’s no going back. I’m yours and your mine forever. Damn the consequences.”

  “Yes. I want that,” I say. “Give it to me.”

  He moans again but this time his exhale carries through into a light hip thrust and I feel the head of his cock slide inside me causing my eyes to close and my mouth to open as I gasp out in pleasure mixed with a tinge of pain.

  But pleasure wins out as I dig my knees into the mattress and push my body back forcing more of his cock inside of me opening me wider.

  “Oh yes. Oh yes,” I say.

  I feel his cock slide back but never fully leave me before he slides in again filling even more of me as I press my ass into his finally finding his hips.

  His hands grab my hips hard and he starts moving in and out of me even faster and faster and any thoughts of pain are immediately gone as I feel a sense of euphoria.

  “I’m going to come inside you,” he says.

  “Fuck me,” I whimper. “Fill me.”

  A deep guttural sound comes from within his belly and as his hips slap into my ass I suddenly notice the missing feeling of his balls which have pulled up in anticipation of what I know is coming next.

  But before he can fill me with his juices I erupt on his cock my walls clamping down on him hard just before I feel his warm gift enter me.

  “Aaaaah!” I moan completely uncaring of where I am, who’s around, or what in the heck is going on…mostly because I have no idea. I’m completely lost in the moment and he’s completely lost inside of me.

  I feel his cock twitch again and then again as my pussy milks him for everything he’s got before suddenly I feel his entire weight collapse on top of me pushing me into the mattress causing the bed to sway…and then.

  Crack!

  The bed breaks to a loud thunder of cheap wooden slats crashing to the floor followed by a thud of the footboard.

  “Oh shit!” I say.

  I feel his cock slide out of me and a popping sound and I immediately feel like there’s a void inside me. Like he belongs in me permanently.

  But we have no time for that right now.

  Knock. Knock. Knock.

  “Everything okay in there?”

  “Yeah! One second. Just need to get dressed,” Hendrix says. “Too big for the bed.”

  I run for the closet and Hendrix slides on a pair of underwear and then his jeans.

  I can see through the slats in the closet as he opens the door and is face to face with my dad.

  “Nightmares?” he says.

  “Quite the opposite,” he says.

  “Huh?” my dad says as he shoots him a confused look. I try not to laugh, glad that Hendrix said what he did, but any thoughts of laughter quickly disappear when light floods the room.

  I step back from the closet door and watch as my dad assesses the damage.

  I can barely see from this distance, but I see my sister and mom join in the fray.

  Oh no.

  “We can fix it in the morning,” my dad says.

  “Where’s Hope?” my mom says.

  “Must not have woke her up,” my dad says.

  “She’s not on her mattress,” my sister says.

  “Maybe she’s in the bathroom or on the couch,” my mom says. “Hope?” she says as she steps out of my room.

  Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.

  “Yeah, we’ll get it fixed up in the morning. I’m never buying from that store again. Should have known not to buy a bed online.”

  “It’s fine, Steven,” Hendrix says. “I’ll be back asleep in under a minute. Probably won’t even remember this in the morning.”

  Hendrix flips the lights off, but my dad quickly flips them back on.

  “You can’t sleep on this. Let me get another air mattress out of the closet.”

  “I can sleep on the couch,” Hendrix says stepping in front of him.

  I slide into the corner of the closet, but it’s too small.

  “Hope’s down there. You obviously can’t sleep with her,” my dad says.

  “She’s not down there,” my mom says from the doorway. She must have already gone downstairs and checked.

  “Not in my room either,” my sister says.

  “Where in the heck can she be at this hour? Out meeting up with some boy? She better hope not,” my dad says as he pulls open the closet door.

  My stomach drops like I’m riding a roller coaster straight down after a big ascent. But this is not amusing one bit. This is real life.

  He sticks his hand in the closet and it’s coming right at my face when at the last second I see Hendrix’s hand grab his wrist and move it to the side.

  “Let’s handle this in the morning, Steven. Really. I’m fine.”

  There’s an eerie silence and I can’t really see what’s going on because I can’t see their faces.

  But I can imagine.