Making their way along the sidewalk, Von pressed into Jon’s side as he laughingly slung his arm over her shoulders. They’d both had a bit to drink - nowhere even approaching drunk, but just happy and merry. The three of them - Jon, Richie and Von - had been going to go to dinner together, but at the last minute Richie had cried off, calling Von to say he’d been held up and she should just go eat with Jon. Well, at least that was the story she’d given Jon. In reality this was her and Richie’s sly way of getting her and Jon together. While Richie waited in the hotel suite.
They got into the elevator - thankfully getting it alone - and when the doors whispered shut Von leaned into Jon’s hard body, tilting her head to look up at him.
“Jon?”
“Yeah, darlin’?” He grinned at her, thinking how nice it was to feel her body pressed so tight against his, even fully clothed. Wondering just how much nicer it would be if both their bodies were naked. Naked and sweaty.
“Jon, I……….” She swallowed hard. “The other night……when you and Richie and I……”
“Yeah.” He grinned again, smoothing his hand over her hair. “That was pretty special, huh?” But, dammit, why couldn’t I be the one inside her?
“Thing is…….” Von moved against him, a restless ripple of her body, pushing herself against him from breasts to groin. “I want you.”
“You……what?” Jon’s eyes widened as he looked at her, stunned by her echoing his own thoughts. His own feelings.
“I want to make love with you, Jon. I want to feel you inside me. I want…….” She stopped talking, instead reaching up to kiss him, feeling the momentary hesitation before he kissed her back.
Sliding his tongue into the mouth of his best friend’s woman, Jon closed his eyes, savoring her taste, so well remembered. After a moment, though, he pulled back, speaking hoarsely.
“Von…..we shouldn’t……Richie…..”
“Richie knows I want you.” She said honestly, tilting her head slightly. “And he said you want me.”
“I do, but…..”
“No buts, Jon, just…..”
The elevator doors opened, and Von eased off his body, taking his hand to pull him gently with her, leading him toward the suite she shared with Richie. She could feel him dragging against her pull, not refusing to follow, just hesitant, then at the door he stopped.
“What about Richie?”
“He was held up, remember?” She said carefully as she swiped the keycard, knowing Richie was inside. The beauty of these hotel suites was that they were equipped with ‘his and hers’ bathrooms, which meant Richie could conceal himself in ‘hers’. To watch.
Jon followed her into the suite, his brain saying no but his dick saying yes. When the door was closed, Von kept moving, heading for the bedroom door. Partway across the living room of the suite, Jon halted, and Von swung to face him.
Maybe if he’d been stone-cold sober, or maybe if he’d not wanted her so badly. Maybe if she’d not turned to him with sparkling eyes and parted lips, maybe if he’d not been able to see her nipples hard and poking against the thin stuff of her shirt. Maybe, maybe, maybe he’d have been able to dredge up the shred of common sense he was sure should be telling him to let go of her hand, to turn and leave the suite, to take his ass - and his hard on - back to his own suite. But common sense was in short supply as the wine in his blood said it was okay, that she’d said Richie knew they wanted each other, and any chance he had of saying no was gone as he pulled on her hand, yanking her into his arms, her own going up around his neck.
“Are you sure?” He mumbled against her lips.
“Yes.” Von whispered into his mouth, kissing him, and Jon groaned, taking her mouth and ravaging it mercilessly, until she was trembling weakly in his arms.
“Bedroom.” She whimpered, pulling against his neck, and Jon shifted enough to change his grip on her, scooping her tiny frame into his arms, kissing her again as he carried her into the bedroom.
Depositing her on her feet by the bed, Jon felt her opening his shirt, tugging feverishly at the buttons, trying to get to his skin. Chuckling slightly, he helped her, dropping his shirt to the floor, then as his hands came up again he swept her own shirt up and off, finding her naked beneath it. His laugh fading instantly, Jon lowered his head to touch his lips to her nipple, Von gasping at the softness of his mouth, the feeling so very different from when Richie’s mouth was on her.
While Jon’s head was bowed, she looked toward the bathrooms, seeing the door of ‘hers’ open slightly, seeing the dark shadow there, then the brief flash of white teeth as Richie grinned at her. Then Jon opened his mouth, sucking her nipple into his mouth, and her attention was diverted from what she was seeing to what she was feeling, her fingers knotting into his hair as he suckled her breast.
From the bathroom, Richie watched as Von’s head fell back, and he could see Jon’s hands around behind her, supporting her as he kissed and licked her breasts. It should have felt wrong, dirty, but Richie was already half-hard from watching their foreplay, and his hand closed on his swelling dick, stroking slowly as he watched them, knowing that any tiny sounds he made would be covered by the louder sounds from the bedroom.
Her nipples aching, her panties soaked, Von finally pulled Jon’s head up, kissing him hungrily before turning them around, pushing him against the bed. She unfastened his jeans, pushing them down, glad he’d outgrown the eighties when his jeans were so skintight she’d have needed a stitch ripper to get him out of them fast. When they were pooled around his feet, she pushed him to sit on the bed, dropping to her knees to remove his boots and jeans so he sat naked on her bed.
Still wearing her own jeans, feeling the thick seam pressing against her swollen clit, she closed both hands around his erection, her lips covering the head, a slow sucking on his hot flesh as Jon groaned in pleasure. As she sucked on him, Von rocked her hips, grinding against her jeans, gasping as it caught her just right, driving her excitement higher.
“Want you.” Jon mumbled. He’d had this before, her sucking his dick until he felt he was going to explode. He wanted to feel that explosion of pleasure inside her body this time. Wanted to feel her clenching him inside her as she came, too.
Reaching down, he grabbed onto her shoulders, pulling her up, and Von got to her feet, stepping back to drop her jeans and panties without preamble, standing naked before him. And now that she was this close, realisation hit her.
“Shit.” She whispered. “I don’t………Jon do you have……?”
He blinked in momentary confusion, then nodded. “In my wallet. In my jeans.”
While Von scrabbled in his jeans for the wallet, and more importantly a condom, Jon stood and flicked back the bedcover, getting onto the mattress a millisecond before Von joined him there. The bed was, as always in this hotel, made up with fresh linens, and he was glad of that - he’d have felt slightly more awkward screwing Von in a bed that she and Richie had slept in.
She was ripping open the condom wrapper as he slid down the bed, kissing down her body until his head was buried between her thighs, his mouth caressing her soaked pussy. Spreading her thighs wider, Von gasped at the feeling of his tongue sliding inside her, twisting her head to look over at the bathroom door, remembering Richie’s little ‘deja-vu’ episode, knowing how this would be turning him on.
And she was right - in the bathroom, Richie swallowed a groan as his ‘vision’ was made real, his fist tightening on his dick, stroking harder and faster already. Never underestimate the aphrodisiac effects of something ‘forbidden’.
“Jon, please!” Von gasped, tugging at his hair. As good as it felt, his lips and tongue on her pussy, she wanted his dick inside her, wanted to feel him plunging deep and hard, wanted him to fuck her. “Please……inside me!”
Lifting his head, Jon wiped his mouth, grinning as he reached to take the condom from her trembling hand, covering himself quickly before moving up her body. He paused to tease her nipples with his tongue, but Von had had enough foreplay, and she grabbed his hair to pull him higher, her free hand snaking between their bodies to wrap around his dick, guiding him into her. As the tip slid inside, Jon halted his movement, looking down on her with a grin.
“How?” He murmured, not needing more than the single word, Von understanding the question.
“Hard. Hard, Jon. Fuck me. Now.”
With a grin, Jon pushed into her in a hard thrust, Von groaning in pleasure as the base of him slammed against her swollen clit. He wasn’t as big as Richie - few men were - but he knew just how to drive himself into her, the best way to bring her higher, make her hungrier and more desperate for completion. His mouth closed on hers again, one arm supporting his weight as his other hand caressed her breast, slow, hard thrusts into her drenched pussy as she moaned in pleasure beneath him.
“Harder, Jon!” She groaned,pulling her mouth free, her hands roaming down his back to cup his ass, pulling him into her. Those manicured fingernails he loved suddenly having a whole new meaning as they drove into his flesh.
Grunting at the mild pain, Jon hunched his back, adding power to the next thrust, and at Von’s groan of pleasure he knew this was what she truly wanted. He dropped his hand from her breast, down to grasp her hip, holding her still as he drove into her harder, his mouth on her neck as they found their rhythm, Von thrusting her hips against him each time he drove home, goading each other to greater pleasure.
She had one hand on his ass, the other cupping the back of his neck, gasping for breath as the pleasure rose to boiling point, so hot it was almost painful, so pleasurable it was almost too good, so wrong - fucking Jon - that it felt wonderfully right.
Jon grunted again, this time not in pain but in ultimate pleasure, feeling Von clenching around him as she screamed through her orgasm, his own climax spilling over him in waves of ecstasy, leaving him exhausted, slumped onto her trembling body as they both gasped. In the sounds of their own pleasure, neither of them heard Richie’s guttural groan as he came, his seed splattering his bare thighs as it broke from him, his eyes fixed on the two naked bodies in his bed.
Slowly easing out of Von, Jon reached down to strip away the condom, crumpling it into a handful of tissues. When he tried to get out of the bed, though, Von caught his arm, pulling him back.
“Stay with me a minute.” She murmured, and he was happy to comply, wrapping her into his arms, dropping the tissues and condom onto the floor as they rested together.
Of course, neither of them intended to fall asleep, which was probably why they did, and the next time Jon opened his eyes it was to sunlight spilling into the bedroom. Von was still in his arms. In Richie’s bed. So where the fuck was Richie?
“Shit.” He mumbled, getting out of the bed, even having the presence of mind to grab up the ‘evidence’ and ditch it in the bathroom before yanking on his jeans and shirt, leaving the bedroom fast, hoping like hell he could get out of here before Richie returned from wherever he was.
Exiting into the living room of the suite, though, he was stunned to find Richie there, drinking coffee. He was even more stunned when his wingman just grinned at him.
“Morning, Jon. Want coffee?”
Sunday, February 15, 2009
From "Fantasies".......A Delicate Question
It was ‘the morning after the night before’, and Von woke in an empty bed. Her first thought - a frightened thought - was that Richie had had second thoughts about the previous night’s antics, that he didn’t want to be near her. Rolling over, though, her eyes lit on him sitting naked by the bed, the chair dragged from the dressing table so he could watch her sleep.
“G’mornin’.” She mumbled sleepily, and his face brightened in a soft smile.
“Good morning to you, baby. Sleep good?”
“Uh huh.” Sitting up, she pushed her hair back from her face, looking at him cautiously.
Watching her - God, even just woken she was gorgeous - Richie could see the worry shadowing her eyes, and he was quick to reassure her.
“I love you.” He said softly, getting off the chair and returning to the bed, sitting down, taking her two hands in his far larger ones. “About last night……..” He cleared his throat, wondering what her reaction was going to be. Hoping he knew her as well as he thought he did. “Was it what you hoped it would be?”
“I……” Von hesitated. ‘Hell yeah’ was the answer that sprang to mind, but was he having second thoughts? Was he hoping it had been - well, maybe not a disappointment, but at least not what she’d expected?
“Because…….” He continued almost shyly, as if he knew just what reassurance she needed. “It was more….erotic……than I’d ever imagined. Watching you……..”
“It was?” She asked, needing to hear it again.
“Oh, God, yes.” For the first time she could recall, Von saw Richie blush, just a little. “Didn’t you feel it? When…..when I came inside you…..felt like it was ripping me in two, I came so hard.”
“Felt like you were tearing me in two.” She whispered, her fears allayed. “Because you’d never felt so huge inside me before, so thick and hot……which is saying something, considering the size of….Richie Junior.”
He had to smile at the ‘Richie Junior’ comment. “So it didn’t weird you out? Being with us both?”
“Did it feel like it?” Von purred, shifting closer as she looked down, watching his dick hardening slowly at the memories. “When I was riding you that way? When I was clenching down around you, when I was cumming so hard I couldn’t breathe?”
“No, it didn’t.” Richie growled, releasing her hands to instead grip her shoulders, pushing her down onto the bed, laying his body on hers as he kissed her deeply.
Even though he desperately wanted to be inside her, to make love with her right now, Richie drew back to speak. Something told him that he shouldn’t ask his question when she was still recovering from orgasm, because then he’d not be sure she truly meant it. Better to ask her while her brain was functioning at full speed.
“I wanted to ask you……”
“After!” Von groaned, reaching between them to touch him.
“No, wait, baby.” Richie pulled his hips back, further from her reach. “I wanted to ask you something first.”
“But….” She was pouting, and he knew he better ask his question fast, before his willpower failed.
“Von…..baby…..I wanted to ask…..I’d like to….to watch you with Jon.”
“Like last night again?” She was a little confused.
“Not exactly. I think I want to watch the two of you make love. If you want to.” He added hastily. “If you don’t then that’s cool, I understand.”
“I…….” Von studied his face, seeing he really would be okay with either answer. “I think I’d like that. Knowing you were watching……but would Jon go for it?”
“C’mon, darlin’ - we both know he wants you. He always has.”
“Well, I know that.” Von paused, giggling. “Egotistical, much? But I mean would he be willing to do that…….do me…….in front of you? You’re his best friend, Richie.”
“Yeah, and last night his ‘best friend’s’ girl blew him while she was riding her boyfriend.” He chuckled.
“I know, but…….”
“Well……” Richie growled, slowly relaxing his back, his hips easing forward so the tip of him brushed against the wet flesh between her legs, pulling a gasp from Von’s lips. “How about…..” The thick tip entered her, Von spreading her legs wider, her eyes demanding more. More which Richie was happy to give. At his speed. “If maybe……” Another hot inch slipped inside. “He didn’t know I was there…..?” Another inch.
“Please!” Von tried to push her hips toward him, to take him all the way in, but Richie held back waiting for her answer. “You’re a fucking tease!” She spat. “Yes………I think that would work…….now please…….please fuck me, Richie……..please!”
She got her hands around onto his ass, her fingernails - freshly manicured and so perfectly sharp - driving into his flesh, and Richie growled as he held his control, refusing his urge to slam into her, finishing that first thrust with achingly slow precision. When he was finally seated all the way into her, they both groaned, Von just cupping her hands on his butt now, holding him to her.
“Oh, Jesus, that feels good.” She panted.
“Yeah it does.” Richie answered, feeling her walls close around him, holding him deep inside her body. An image flashed into his head, his imagination taking hold now she’d agreed, his mind seeing her spread wide, a blond head between her thighs. The image hardened him even more, and he knew Von felt it when she groaned.
“So thick.” She mumbled. “So hard……tell me what you’re thinking….”
Drawing back, Richie thrust again, reveling in the sensation of her tight, velvety walls brushing on the tip of him as he went deeper yet.
“I’m thinking of you……” He reared back suddenly, gripping her thighs, his hands sliding down until he could lift her legs to his shoulders, his hands grasping her ass, holding her up at just the perfect angle for them both. “You and Jon……”
Reaching back, Von braced both hands on the headboard, watching Richie’s face as he bit on his lower lip, grunting with the effort of each thrust into her welcoming body.
“Tell me….” She whispered, wanting to ‘see’ what he was seeing. Needing to know.
“He’s……..oh God…….” Richie swallowed a groan, the ‘wrongness’ of this, of describing to his girlfriend what he was ‘watching’ his friend do to her - what he wanted to watch them doing - turning him on unbelievably, the muscles of his back already knotting with impending orgasm. “Your hands are in his hair, his head between your thighs…….”
“Oh fuuuuck.” Von groaned, his words turning her on more. “Oh, God, baby……harder……harder, Richie……”
“Fuck! Need more.” He grunted, shaking his shoulders to dislodge her legs, keeping his right hand gripping her ass tightly as he let her fall to the mattress, laying his weight onto her, driving harder, his hand steadying her against it. His left hand reached past her, bracing him on the headboard to add power to his thrusts, and Von’s hand came up like a striking rattlesnake, latching onto his wrist for support. Her free hand threaded into the hair at the back of his head, pulling his mouth to hers, but he only kissed her for a moment before dropping his mouth to her ear, soft words panted in rhythm with his thrusts.
“Can you feel it, Von? Can you feel his mouth? Can you feel him sucking on your clit? His tongue inside you?”
“No.” She moaned honestly. “All I can feel is you. You inside me, on me. Every glorious inch of you inside me, filling me so full I can hardly bear it.”
Richie felt her shudder beneath him, spasms beginning to shake her as the pleasure built to boiling point, before she shattered, screaming his name as she thrust her hips against him, taking him deeper. Which he was only too happy to exploit, certain he could feel the neck of her womb against the tip of him as he slammed home, deep, hard thrusts into her clenching body until his own orgasm spilled over him, pouring his seed into the depths of her, roaring her name before he slumped down onto her, exhausted, his hips twitching reflexively as the spasms diminished.
“Baby?” He said hoarsely, only now realising that their ‘foreplay’ had consisted of his questions and the descriptions of what he saw, never even a touch of his hands or lips on her body. Hoping like hell she didn’t feel like he’d just - well, not quite raped her but certainly used her. His worries were groundless, though, and he knew that as she wrapped her arms around his sweating body, closing her thighs on him, too, cradling him.
“I love you, Richie.”
“G’mornin’.” She mumbled sleepily, and his face brightened in a soft smile.
“Good morning to you, baby. Sleep good?”
“Uh huh.” Sitting up, she pushed her hair back from her face, looking at him cautiously.
Watching her - God, even just woken she was gorgeous - Richie could see the worry shadowing her eyes, and he was quick to reassure her.
“I love you.” He said softly, getting off the chair and returning to the bed, sitting down, taking her two hands in his far larger ones. “About last night……..” He cleared his throat, wondering what her reaction was going to be. Hoping he knew her as well as he thought he did. “Was it what you hoped it would be?”
“I……” Von hesitated. ‘Hell yeah’ was the answer that sprang to mind, but was he having second thoughts? Was he hoping it had been - well, maybe not a disappointment, but at least not what she’d expected?
“Because…….” He continued almost shyly, as if he knew just what reassurance she needed. “It was more….erotic……than I’d ever imagined. Watching you……..”
“It was?” She asked, needing to hear it again.
“Oh, God, yes.” For the first time she could recall, Von saw Richie blush, just a little. “Didn’t you feel it? When…..when I came inside you…..felt like it was ripping me in two, I came so hard.”
“Felt like you were tearing me in two.” She whispered, her fears allayed. “Because you’d never felt so huge inside me before, so thick and hot……which is saying something, considering the size of….Richie Junior.”
He had to smile at the ‘Richie Junior’ comment. “So it didn’t weird you out? Being with us both?”
“Did it feel like it?” Von purred, shifting closer as she looked down, watching his dick hardening slowly at the memories. “When I was riding you that way? When I was clenching down around you, when I was cumming so hard I couldn’t breathe?”
“No, it didn’t.” Richie growled, releasing her hands to instead grip her shoulders, pushing her down onto the bed, laying his body on hers as he kissed her deeply.
Even though he desperately wanted to be inside her, to make love with her right now, Richie drew back to speak. Something told him that he shouldn’t ask his question when she was still recovering from orgasm, because then he’d not be sure she truly meant it. Better to ask her while her brain was functioning at full speed.
“I wanted to ask you……”
“After!” Von groaned, reaching between them to touch him.
“No, wait, baby.” Richie pulled his hips back, further from her reach. “I wanted to ask you something first.”
“But….” She was pouting, and he knew he better ask his question fast, before his willpower failed.
“Von…..baby…..I wanted to ask…..I’d like to….to watch you with Jon.”
“Like last night again?” She was a little confused.
“Not exactly. I think I want to watch the two of you make love. If you want to.” He added hastily. “If you don’t then that’s cool, I understand.”
“I…….” Von studied his face, seeing he really would be okay with either answer. “I think I’d like that. Knowing you were watching……but would Jon go for it?”
“C’mon, darlin’ - we both know he wants you. He always has.”
“Well, I know that.” Von paused, giggling. “Egotistical, much? But I mean would he be willing to do that…….do me…….in front of you? You’re his best friend, Richie.”
“Yeah, and last night his ‘best friend’s’ girl blew him while she was riding her boyfriend.” He chuckled.
“I know, but…….”
“Well……” Richie growled, slowly relaxing his back, his hips easing forward so the tip of him brushed against the wet flesh between her legs, pulling a gasp from Von’s lips. “How about…..” The thick tip entered her, Von spreading her legs wider, her eyes demanding more. More which Richie was happy to give. At his speed. “If maybe……” Another hot inch slipped inside. “He didn’t know I was there…..?” Another inch.
“Please!” Von tried to push her hips toward him, to take him all the way in, but Richie held back waiting for her answer. “You’re a fucking tease!” She spat. “Yes………I think that would work…….now please…….please fuck me, Richie……..please!”
She got her hands around onto his ass, her fingernails - freshly manicured and so perfectly sharp - driving into his flesh, and Richie growled as he held his control, refusing his urge to slam into her, finishing that first thrust with achingly slow precision. When he was finally seated all the way into her, they both groaned, Von just cupping her hands on his butt now, holding him to her.
“Oh, Jesus, that feels good.” She panted.
“Yeah it does.” Richie answered, feeling her walls close around him, holding him deep inside her body. An image flashed into his head, his imagination taking hold now she’d agreed, his mind seeing her spread wide, a blond head between her thighs. The image hardened him even more, and he knew Von felt it when she groaned.
“So thick.” She mumbled. “So hard……tell me what you’re thinking….”
Drawing back, Richie thrust again, reveling in the sensation of her tight, velvety walls brushing on the tip of him as he went deeper yet.
“I’m thinking of you……” He reared back suddenly, gripping her thighs, his hands sliding down until he could lift her legs to his shoulders, his hands grasping her ass, holding her up at just the perfect angle for them both. “You and Jon……”
Reaching back, Von braced both hands on the headboard, watching Richie’s face as he bit on his lower lip, grunting with the effort of each thrust into her welcoming body.
“Tell me….” She whispered, wanting to ‘see’ what he was seeing. Needing to know.
“He’s……..oh God…….” Richie swallowed a groan, the ‘wrongness’ of this, of describing to his girlfriend what he was ‘watching’ his friend do to her - what he wanted to watch them doing - turning him on unbelievably, the muscles of his back already knotting with impending orgasm. “Your hands are in his hair, his head between your thighs…….”
“Oh fuuuuck.” Von groaned, his words turning her on more. “Oh, God, baby……harder……harder, Richie……”
“Fuck! Need more.” He grunted, shaking his shoulders to dislodge her legs, keeping his right hand gripping her ass tightly as he let her fall to the mattress, laying his weight onto her, driving harder, his hand steadying her against it. His left hand reached past her, bracing him on the headboard to add power to his thrusts, and Von’s hand came up like a striking rattlesnake, latching onto his wrist for support. Her free hand threaded into the hair at the back of his head, pulling his mouth to hers, but he only kissed her for a moment before dropping his mouth to her ear, soft words panted in rhythm with his thrusts.
“Can you feel it, Von? Can you feel his mouth? Can you feel him sucking on your clit? His tongue inside you?”
“No.” She moaned honestly. “All I can feel is you. You inside me, on me. Every glorious inch of you inside me, filling me so full I can hardly bear it.”
Richie felt her shudder beneath him, spasms beginning to shake her as the pleasure built to boiling point, before she shattered, screaming his name as she thrust her hips against him, taking him deeper. Which he was only too happy to exploit, certain he could feel the neck of her womb against the tip of him as he slammed home, deep, hard thrusts into her clenching body until his own orgasm spilled over him, pouring his seed into the depths of her, roaring her name before he slumped down onto her, exhausted, his hips twitching reflexively as the spasms diminished.
“Baby?” He said hoarsely, only now realising that their ‘foreplay’ had consisted of his questions and the descriptions of what he saw, never even a touch of his hands or lips on her body. Hoping like hell she didn’t feel like he’d just - well, not quite raped her but certainly used her. His worries were groundless, though, and he knew that as she wrapped her arms around his sweating body, closing her thighs on him, too, cradling him.
“I love you, Richie.”
From "Inspiration"......Fantasies Made Real
Okay, so this is kind of a sequel to "Inspiration" - suggest you don't read this without first reading that..........tho it doesn't make a huge difference to the story!!
Hustling down the hallway, ignoring the curious glances of the various road crew they passed, the two guys darted around a corner, momentarily out of sight of the pair following them.
“Shit!” The blond gasped. This wasn’t something he’d ever expected to find himself doing, but here they were - him and his right-hand-man - fleeing from a pair of determined - and dog-faced - groupies.
“In here!”
The hallway ahead took another sudden turn, and banking on the girls thinking they’d continued on, the dark-haired guitarist grabbed his friend, yanking him through the closest unlocked door, despite the prominently displayed “Danger - High Voltage” sign. Closing the door quietly, they both leaned their weight on it, holding it shut as they listened to the sound of stilettos clattering up then, blessedly, carrying on past.
“Fuck!” They both breathed, turning to lean their backs on the door, only now looking at the room they’d entered, two pairs of eyes widening incredulously.
“Did we just fall through a fuckin’ rabbit-hole or somethin’, Kroge?” Ryan breathed, turning to look at his equally astonished friend.
“I got no fuckin’ clue.” Chad replied. “But if we did, I can’t wait to meet the bunny.”
The room bore no resemblance to any kind of ‘High Voltage’ room on the planet. Although the furnishings were clearly temporary, in place only as long as the band was there, the room was set with a queen-size bed, flanked by a pair of floor-lamps that threw intriguing patterns of light and shade across the room. A thick, soft rug surrounded the bed, and there was a single leather wing-backed chair, strategically positioned facing the bed. The only other furnishing was a high, ornately carved wooden screen across one corner, creating a tiny area of privacy in what was a highly sensual space.
“Fuck.” Chad muttered again, stepping away from the door.
Ryan followed him, both of them drawn in by the simplicity of the room. There was no doubt in either of their minds that this room had a single purpose, and had probably appeared in some area of every venue they’d played this tour.
“In here?” A female voice, questioning, and they both looked instinctively at the bed, then at the screened corner.
“They must’ve seen us.” Ryan hissed, heading for the screen. “And if they find us in here with a bed……..”
“Shit.” Chad grunted, following his buddy into hiding behind the screen. “This is so not why I wanted to be a rockstar.”
They’d just made it out of sight when the door opened, and the female voice was louder.
“You’re serious? In……..wow……”
“Yeah.” It was a male voice.
A very familiar male voice, Chad and Ryan realised as they looked at each other in surprise, then almost at the same time wondered why they were surprised. Who else would have the influence around here to get this set up?
Stepping into the room, Von looked back at Jon in delight as he closed the door, seeing his grin of pleasure at her surprise.
“You like?” He purred, his eyes lowering from her face to her chest, smirking as her nipples tightened just from the heat of his gaze. ‘Oh, yeah, she likes all right’ he thought.
“Uh-huh.” She turned to face him, laying her hands on his slim hips, leaning to kiss him. “I very like.”
They were deep into the kiss when the door opened and closed again, and another familiar voice broke the silence of the room.
“Am I missing something here?” Richie asked, watching his girlfriend and his best friend slowly draw apart, Von’s eyes sparkling with arousal.
“Not if I can help it, baby.” She murmured, moving away from Jon to kiss Richie instead, lifting onto her tip-toes to accomplish the task.
Behind the screen, Chad looked at Ryan, seeing his buddy’s mouth drop open as he realised what was going on here. Jon Bon Jovi. Richie Sambora. And some so-far-unknown woman who clearly knew them both. It really didn’t help that they now realised they could see through the carved screen, and like a pair of schoolboys they leaned forward, angling themselves for a better view of the action.
While Richie was kissing her seven steps beyond senseless, Jon stepped forward, unzipping Von’s skirt and letting it fall around her feet. When he tugged her cami upwards, she and Richie reluctantly broke apart long enough for the silk to pass between them, then they resumed their interrupted kiss. Richie’s hands were cupping her face, drawing her closer, and Jon shifted her shoulder-length hair enough that he could get his lips to her back, closing his eyes momentarily as he touched her skin.
Von was Richie’s. She’d always been Richie’s. So Jon had always kept his distance - kept his hands off. Until tonight. Until this night when Von had confessed her darkest little fantasy. That she wanted them both. Together. She’d obviously told Richie of this first, because he’d quickly clarified that Jon would not be fucking his girlfriend. She wanted to pleasure them both, but, well, her pussy was Richie’s playground alone. Even so, the wrongness of what they were doing, combined with the taste of Von’s skin - redolent of the chocolate body butter she loved - was enough to have Jon’s dick knocking impatiently against his zipper, and when Von moaned at the rasp of his teeth against her spine, he knew she felt the same illicit arousal.
With a quick bounce, Von jumped to wrap her legs around Richie’s waist, lifting her lips from his enough to mutter ‘bed’. Obediently, he carried her across, setting her down on her feet on the soft rug, looking down at her expectantly.
“Take off your clothes.” She whispered, her eyes on his. And her hand on his dick.
Richie stepped back, stripping off his shirt, toeing his shoes off and kicking them aside. As he unbuckled his belt, Von turned to Jon, seeing the hunger in his gaze as she stood in nothing but a pair of smooth black panties.
“You, too, Bongiovi.” She smirked.
Moments later, all three were naked, and the two men looked at Von, waiting for her next words.
“Sit on the bed, baby.” She said to Richie, then turned to Jon. “You can take a seat over there.” Gesturing to the leather chair. “For now.”
With Richie sitting on the edge of the bed, his knees spread comfortably wide, Von advanced on him, smiling as she pushed him backward until he lay on the soft cover. Climbing onto the bed, straddling his waist, she leaned down to kiss him, feeling the heat of his erection against her ass as she rocked slowly on her knees. His hand stole between her thighs, stroking the way he knew she liked best, but when his other hand grasped her hip, to lift her onto him, she raised her head.
“Nuh-uh.” She chided him, crawling further up the bed, until she knelt with her pussy poised over his mouth.
Chuckling, Richie obeyed the obvious demand, raising his head to lick at the juices already almost dripping from her, teasing his tongue around her clit before plunging it inside her body, hearing her groan above him. One of the benefits of knowing his woman, of course, was knowing exactly how to bring her to orgasm, and he licked around her clit again before lightly scraping his teeth over the sensitive bud, feeling her buck against him before he got his hands to her ass, tilting and holding her as he sucked hard.
“Oh Jesus.” Von mumbled as she felt his tongue slide into her again, thrusting slowly, then her attention was diverted - fractionally - by a gasp from over to her right.
Twisting her head, she saw Jon sitting forward in the chair, his hand wrapped around his dick, pumping slowly as he watched them.
“Baby, we’re being……….sweet fuuuuck…….” She lost the words as Richie’s tongue curled forward, stroking the front wall of her, but she snatched back control. Somehow. “We’re being rude……..Jon’s waiting…..” She panted.
Richie chuckled again as he allowed her to raise herself away from his mouth, bringing his hand up to wipe away the juices from his face. From his interesting perspective he could see the slow pulsing of her flesh, and he knew that just a few more moments would have had her screaming through an orgasm. But tonight was for her, and he let her turn around, straddling his waist again as she beckoned to Jon.
Jon stood from the chair, his hand still on his dick, and he wasn’t sure whether it turned him on or disturbed him to hear Richie’s low groan as Von raised herself, grasping his swollen shaft in both small hands before sinking down onto him, taking every inch with a slow, deliberate motion.
She was only just able to stay on the mattress, since Richie had been perched so close to the edge before she pushed him back, only his butt and the top of his thighs supported on the bed. Just enough space that Von could keep her knees on the bed as she sat astride her man.
“Closer.” She whispered to Jon, holding out her hands, and he kept his eyes on hers - kept them anywhere but on Richie’s face - as he stepped where she asked, standing between his friend’s spread legs. “Perfect.” Von purred, leaning to kiss the tip of his cock.
Without moving on Richie - mainly because she was still so close to the edge herself that the slightest movement could make her climax - Von slowly took Jon’s hot erection into her mouth, his hand slipping away as her mouth advanced. He gasped at the feeling of her hand between his legs, cupping his balls, then her other hand was on his dick, her hands and mouth working him slowly, with perfect rhythm. His hand fell onto her head and he closed his eyes to more fully enjoy the sensations. Well, that, and to avoid meeting Richie’s gaze.
Richie watched Von’s head move slowly as she started to give his friend a blow job he knew she wouldn’t finish, then he reached to her hips, raising her a little before lowering her again, hearing her whimper of pleasure as he stretched her more. Knowing it was what she wanted, Richie closed his own eyes, his long fingers gripping her tightly as he started on an easy motion, lifting and lowering her on his dick, hearing her moans of pleasure.
Of course, every moan Von gave vibrated against Jon’s dick, and after a slightly uncoordinated moment she’d changed her rhythm so her head bobbed in time with Richie’s tempo, bringing all three of them equal pleasure.
She could feel Jon was getting closer to orgasm, and she drew her head back, her hand working on him as she instead moved to kiss his belly. She didn’t know if Richie had told his ‘brother’ that she wouldn’t finish this, but he made no protest - perhaps he was just too close to the edge to care exactly where he was cumming. Whatever, she felt Jon’s hand tighten in her hair, then the hot spurt of his semen hit her chest as he groaned in pleasure. Her own orgasm was close now, and Von shifted her hands, bracing herself on Jon’s hips as Richie moved her faster, thrusting himself up into her every time he pulled her down. His grunt was drowned in her strangled scream as they both came, the hot flood inside her so delightfully familiar. And familiarly delightful.
Panting for breath, still clinging to Jon’s hips, Von shuddered deliciously in the diminishing spasms of her orgasm, feeling Richie ease one hand from her hip, stroking up her back.
It was Jon who moved away first, strangely subdued. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t enjoyed it - he sure as hell had - but he only now admitted to himself that, dammit, he’d wanted to fuck Von. He’d wanted to be the one buried deep inside her, feeling her walls clenching him in that unique velvety sensation. Still, the tour was far from over, so just maybe there would be a chance for a second go-around at this. With a different outcome.
There were towels by the leather chair, and Jon picked one up, crossing to the bed again to gently wipe his cum from Von’s chest, then wiping himself off with the same towel. Before he could move away again, though, Von caught his wrist, looking up at him with a satisfied smile.
“Thank you.” She whispered, sucking on her lower lip before giving him an imperceptible nod. No words were needed to tell him that she’d been having similar thoughts, and knowing she wanted him too made Jon grin down genuinely.
“Oh the pleasure was alllll mine, darlin’.”
“Not all.” Von answered him, her eyes widening as Richie carefully raised her again, his softening dick slipping from her body. “Thank you, baby.” She moved off the bed long enough to turn, and Richie sat up, kissing her as she bent toward him.
“Uh-huh.” He murmured, grinning at her. His mind was racing with thoughts - wonderings - of what it would be like to watch. To watch his girlfriend and his best friend making love. Wondering if she’d ever consent to that. Couldn’t hurt to ask, right. But not right now.
Each lost in their own thoughts on the future, the three of them cleaned up and dressed, leaving the room together, Von’s fingers laced between Richie’s as Jon walked ahead of them.
Behind the screen, Chad and Ryan didn’t know where in the hell to look. They couldn’t look at each other, because that would be to admit that they were both sitting there with fucking hard ons from watching two men - okay, two rockstars they’d been touring with for months - from watching them share a woman. Shifting uncomfortably, Chad finally broke the silence.
“Well I guess we don’t need the fuckin’ Playboy channel tonight.”
Hustling down the hallway, ignoring the curious glances of the various road crew they passed, the two guys darted around a corner, momentarily out of sight of the pair following them.
“Shit!” The blond gasped. This wasn’t something he’d ever expected to find himself doing, but here they were - him and his right-hand-man - fleeing from a pair of determined - and dog-faced - groupies.
“In here!”
The hallway ahead took another sudden turn, and banking on the girls thinking they’d continued on, the dark-haired guitarist grabbed his friend, yanking him through the closest unlocked door, despite the prominently displayed “Danger - High Voltage” sign. Closing the door quietly, they both leaned their weight on it, holding it shut as they listened to the sound of stilettos clattering up then, blessedly, carrying on past.
“Fuck!” They both breathed, turning to lean their backs on the door, only now looking at the room they’d entered, two pairs of eyes widening incredulously.
“Did we just fall through a fuckin’ rabbit-hole or somethin’, Kroge?” Ryan breathed, turning to look at his equally astonished friend.
“I got no fuckin’ clue.” Chad replied. “But if we did, I can’t wait to meet the bunny.”
The room bore no resemblance to any kind of ‘High Voltage’ room on the planet. Although the furnishings were clearly temporary, in place only as long as the band was there, the room was set with a queen-size bed, flanked by a pair of floor-lamps that threw intriguing patterns of light and shade across the room. A thick, soft rug surrounded the bed, and there was a single leather wing-backed chair, strategically positioned facing the bed. The only other furnishing was a high, ornately carved wooden screen across one corner, creating a tiny area of privacy in what was a highly sensual space.
“Fuck.” Chad muttered again, stepping away from the door.
Ryan followed him, both of them drawn in by the simplicity of the room. There was no doubt in either of their minds that this room had a single purpose, and had probably appeared in some area of every venue they’d played this tour.
“In here?” A female voice, questioning, and they both looked instinctively at the bed, then at the screened corner.
“They must’ve seen us.” Ryan hissed, heading for the screen. “And if they find us in here with a bed……..”
“Shit.” Chad grunted, following his buddy into hiding behind the screen. “This is so not why I wanted to be a rockstar.”
They’d just made it out of sight when the door opened, and the female voice was louder.
“You’re serious? In……..wow……”
“Yeah.” It was a male voice.
A very familiar male voice, Chad and Ryan realised as they looked at each other in surprise, then almost at the same time wondered why they were surprised. Who else would have the influence around here to get this set up?
Stepping into the room, Von looked back at Jon in delight as he closed the door, seeing his grin of pleasure at her surprise.
“You like?” He purred, his eyes lowering from her face to her chest, smirking as her nipples tightened just from the heat of his gaze. ‘Oh, yeah, she likes all right’ he thought.
“Uh-huh.” She turned to face him, laying her hands on his slim hips, leaning to kiss him. “I very like.”
They were deep into the kiss when the door opened and closed again, and another familiar voice broke the silence of the room.
“Am I missing something here?” Richie asked, watching his girlfriend and his best friend slowly draw apart, Von’s eyes sparkling with arousal.
“Not if I can help it, baby.” She murmured, moving away from Jon to kiss Richie instead, lifting onto her tip-toes to accomplish the task.
Behind the screen, Chad looked at Ryan, seeing his buddy’s mouth drop open as he realised what was going on here. Jon Bon Jovi. Richie Sambora. And some so-far-unknown woman who clearly knew them both. It really didn’t help that they now realised they could see through the carved screen, and like a pair of schoolboys they leaned forward, angling themselves for a better view of the action.
While Richie was kissing her seven steps beyond senseless, Jon stepped forward, unzipping Von’s skirt and letting it fall around her feet. When he tugged her cami upwards, she and Richie reluctantly broke apart long enough for the silk to pass between them, then they resumed their interrupted kiss. Richie’s hands were cupping her face, drawing her closer, and Jon shifted her shoulder-length hair enough that he could get his lips to her back, closing his eyes momentarily as he touched her skin.
Von was Richie’s. She’d always been Richie’s. So Jon had always kept his distance - kept his hands off. Until tonight. Until this night when Von had confessed her darkest little fantasy. That she wanted them both. Together. She’d obviously told Richie of this first, because he’d quickly clarified that Jon would not be fucking his girlfriend. She wanted to pleasure them both, but, well, her pussy was Richie’s playground alone. Even so, the wrongness of what they were doing, combined with the taste of Von’s skin - redolent of the chocolate body butter she loved - was enough to have Jon’s dick knocking impatiently against his zipper, and when Von moaned at the rasp of his teeth against her spine, he knew she felt the same illicit arousal.
With a quick bounce, Von jumped to wrap her legs around Richie’s waist, lifting her lips from his enough to mutter ‘bed’. Obediently, he carried her across, setting her down on her feet on the soft rug, looking down at her expectantly.
“Take off your clothes.” She whispered, her eyes on his. And her hand on his dick.
Richie stepped back, stripping off his shirt, toeing his shoes off and kicking them aside. As he unbuckled his belt, Von turned to Jon, seeing the hunger in his gaze as she stood in nothing but a pair of smooth black panties.
“You, too, Bongiovi.” She smirked.
Moments later, all three were naked, and the two men looked at Von, waiting for her next words.
“Sit on the bed, baby.” She said to Richie, then turned to Jon. “You can take a seat over there.” Gesturing to the leather chair. “For now.”
With Richie sitting on the edge of the bed, his knees spread comfortably wide, Von advanced on him, smiling as she pushed him backward until he lay on the soft cover. Climbing onto the bed, straddling his waist, she leaned down to kiss him, feeling the heat of his erection against her ass as she rocked slowly on her knees. His hand stole between her thighs, stroking the way he knew she liked best, but when his other hand grasped her hip, to lift her onto him, she raised her head.
“Nuh-uh.” She chided him, crawling further up the bed, until she knelt with her pussy poised over his mouth.
Chuckling, Richie obeyed the obvious demand, raising his head to lick at the juices already almost dripping from her, teasing his tongue around her clit before plunging it inside her body, hearing her groan above him. One of the benefits of knowing his woman, of course, was knowing exactly how to bring her to orgasm, and he licked around her clit again before lightly scraping his teeth over the sensitive bud, feeling her buck against him before he got his hands to her ass, tilting and holding her as he sucked hard.
“Oh Jesus.” Von mumbled as she felt his tongue slide into her again, thrusting slowly, then her attention was diverted - fractionally - by a gasp from over to her right.
Twisting her head, she saw Jon sitting forward in the chair, his hand wrapped around his dick, pumping slowly as he watched them.
“Baby, we’re being……….sweet fuuuuck…….” She lost the words as Richie’s tongue curled forward, stroking the front wall of her, but she snatched back control. Somehow. “We’re being rude……..Jon’s waiting…..” She panted.
Richie chuckled again as he allowed her to raise herself away from his mouth, bringing his hand up to wipe away the juices from his face. From his interesting perspective he could see the slow pulsing of her flesh, and he knew that just a few more moments would have had her screaming through an orgasm. But tonight was for her, and he let her turn around, straddling his waist again as she beckoned to Jon.
Jon stood from the chair, his hand still on his dick, and he wasn’t sure whether it turned him on or disturbed him to hear Richie’s low groan as Von raised herself, grasping his swollen shaft in both small hands before sinking down onto him, taking every inch with a slow, deliberate motion.
She was only just able to stay on the mattress, since Richie had been perched so close to the edge before she pushed him back, only his butt and the top of his thighs supported on the bed. Just enough space that Von could keep her knees on the bed as she sat astride her man.
“Closer.” She whispered to Jon, holding out her hands, and he kept his eyes on hers - kept them anywhere but on Richie’s face - as he stepped where she asked, standing between his friend’s spread legs. “Perfect.” Von purred, leaning to kiss the tip of his cock.
Without moving on Richie - mainly because she was still so close to the edge herself that the slightest movement could make her climax - Von slowly took Jon’s hot erection into her mouth, his hand slipping away as her mouth advanced. He gasped at the feeling of her hand between his legs, cupping his balls, then her other hand was on his dick, her hands and mouth working him slowly, with perfect rhythm. His hand fell onto her head and he closed his eyes to more fully enjoy the sensations. Well, that, and to avoid meeting Richie’s gaze.
Richie watched Von’s head move slowly as she started to give his friend a blow job he knew she wouldn’t finish, then he reached to her hips, raising her a little before lowering her again, hearing her whimper of pleasure as he stretched her more. Knowing it was what she wanted, Richie closed his own eyes, his long fingers gripping her tightly as he started on an easy motion, lifting and lowering her on his dick, hearing her moans of pleasure.
Of course, every moan Von gave vibrated against Jon’s dick, and after a slightly uncoordinated moment she’d changed her rhythm so her head bobbed in time with Richie’s tempo, bringing all three of them equal pleasure.
She could feel Jon was getting closer to orgasm, and she drew her head back, her hand working on him as she instead moved to kiss his belly. She didn’t know if Richie had told his ‘brother’ that she wouldn’t finish this, but he made no protest - perhaps he was just too close to the edge to care exactly where he was cumming. Whatever, she felt Jon’s hand tighten in her hair, then the hot spurt of his semen hit her chest as he groaned in pleasure. Her own orgasm was close now, and Von shifted her hands, bracing herself on Jon’s hips as Richie moved her faster, thrusting himself up into her every time he pulled her down. His grunt was drowned in her strangled scream as they both came, the hot flood inside her so delightfully familiar. And familiarly delightful.
Panting for breath, still clinging to Jon’s hips, Von shuddered deliciously in the diminishing spasms of her orgasm, feeling Richie ease one hand from her hip, stroking up her back.
It was Jon who moved away first, strangely subdued. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t enjoyed it - he sure as hell had - but he only now admitted to himself that, dammit, he’d wanted to fuck Von. He’d wanted to be the one buried deep inside her, feeling her walls clenching him in that unique velvety sensation. Still, the tour was far from over, so just maybe there would be a chance for a second go-around at this. With a different outcome.
There were towels by the leather chair, and Jon picked one up, crossing to the bed again to gently wipe his cum from Von’s chest, then wiping himself off with the same towel. Before he could move away again, though, Von caught his wrist, looking up at him with a satisfied smile.
“Thank you.” She whispered, sucking on her lower lip before giving him an imperceptible nod. No words were needed to tell him that she’d been having similar thoughts, and knowing she wanted him too made Jon grin down genuinely.
“Oh the pleasure was alllll mine, darlin’.”
“Not all.” Von answered him, her eyes widening as Richie carefully raised her again, his softening dick slipping from her body. “Thank you, baby.” She moved off the bed long enough to turn, and Richie sat up, kissing her as she bent toward him.
“Uh-huh.” He murmured, grinning at her. His mind was racing with thoughts - wonderings - of what it would be like to watch. To watch his girlfriend and his best friend making love. Wondering if she’d ever consent to that. Couldn’t hurt to ask, right. But not right now.
Each lost in their own thoughts on the future, the three of them cleaned up and dressed, leaving the room together, Von’s fingers laced between Richie’s as Jon walked ahead of them.
Behind the screen, Chad and Ryan didn’t know where in the hell to look. They couldn’t look at each other, because that would be to admit that they were both sitting there with fucking hard ons from watching two men - okay, two rockstars they’d been touring with for months - from watching them share a woman. Shifting uncomfortably, Chad finally broke the silence.
“Well I guess we don’t need the fuckin’ Playboy channel tonight.”
Inspiration
Richie woke slowly, a smile of contentment on his face though his eyes were still closed. Rolling onto his side, the unmistakable feeling of a waterbed under his body confirmed that it hadn’t been a dream. He really was back down in Florida.
With his eyes still closed, he reached out a hand, frowning a little as his fingers touched soft, warm fur. That wasn’t the pussy he’d been expecting - hoping - to find. Scratching his fingertips into the fur, he finally opened his eyes, finding a green pair staring intently back at him.
“Hey Miss Bowwwnnnnsssss.” He purred, mimicking the way the cat’s owner would exaggerate the name. “Where’s your mommy at?”
The cat stared back impassively, then rolled onto her back, demanding a better scratch than she was currently getting.
“Typical woman.” Richie grinned as he scratched the soft belly fur for a moment before sitting up. No sign of his girl in the bedroom, and the bathroom door was wide open, so she wasn’t in there either. Which only left one likely place.
“Von?” He called softly, but there was no response from the living room - right outside the bedroom - and he sighed, shaking his head. “Unbelievable.” He muttered, swinging his feet to the floor.
Unconcernedly naked, he went through the living room and kitchen, heading down the hallway to the front of the house. As he’d suspected, he found her in the office, her chair pulled up to the computer desk, her legs crossed Indian-style on the seat as she typed quickly.
“And here I thought I’d fucked you unconscious.” He grumbled, leaning on the edge of the doorway.
Yelping in surprise, Von tried to turn, and it was only by luck of the chair arms being jammed under the edge of the desk that the whole damned chair didn’t go over backwards.
“Fuck!” She exclaimed. “I thought you were asleep.”
“I was. I woke up.” He grinned just a little sourly. “And imagine my surprise when the pussy I found next to me was the four legged variety.”
“Sorry.” All Richie could see was her face as she peered over the back of the chair, but he saw her lips twist into a smirk as she looked at him standing there, naked as the day he was born.
“Sure you are.” He grinned, pushing away from the wall and moving toward her.
“Uh, darlin’?” She gestured toward the window, unscreened by curtain or blind. “You’re kinda naked there.”
“No shit. And what are you wearing, then?”
Giggling, she pushed the chair back and spun it around, so he could see the faded, baggy Harley Davidson t shirt that was all she wore.
“Hell, at least it’s not a Jovi shirt.” He rolled his eyes, though. “You hungry?”
“I guess. I just need to finish up this chapter, but I can fix something after that.”
“You do that and I’ll fix us something.” Richie said, unwilling to wait as long as it would probably take her to finish the chapter to her exacting standards. After all the years with Jon, he was well accustomed to the vagaries of perfectionists.
“Yeah? Cool. Thanks, baby.” She smiled, swinging the chair around again as Richie retreated toward the kitchen.
A search of the fridge and cupboards brought him to a decision of French toast. Mainly because there was little other than eggs and bread in the house. Looked like they’d be eating out tonight. He set a pan to heat while he readied the egg mixture, adding a healthy amount of cinnamon, then a little more, knowing just how his lady liked her French toast. Stepping toward the pan, though, the oil spat, spattering a hot drop onto his bare belly, and he cursed softly, moving back. Just a good thing the drop hadn’t fallen a few inches lower, because that would’ve hurt like a sonofabitch. He turned toward the bedroom, to get his pants, but saw her apron hanging on a hook by the sink. He only hesitated a moment, then grabbed it, tying it around his waist. Hell, it’d do the job and give her a laugh, too.
Von - her slightly odd name was short for ‘Voncile’, the name inherited from her Southern Belle mother - was just proofing her chapter before sending it off to her writing buddy when the tendrils of cinnamon laced air began to tease her nostrils. She grinned, knowing exactly what he was making for them. The aroma sped her eyes across the words, and she quickly saved and sent the file, giggling as a new email flashed up. It was from Jon, asking her to - when she let him up for air - have Richie call him. Or at least get him to turn his fucking phone back on. She sent back a quick ‘yessir’ before closing down the computer and heading for the kitchen, following the tantalising smell.
“Hey, babe, Jon said turn your fuc………oh my God!” She burst into laughter at the sight of a naked Richie, apron tied around his trim waist as he stood at the stove. “Jesus, that’s priceless! Where’s my camera?!”
“Hey, it was either this or risk getting my…..equipment…..splattered with hot oil, so you can kiss my ass!” He grinned back.
Smirking, Von stepped closer, bending to do just that, Richie roaring with laughter.
“You’re certifiable, darlin’. Completely, totally, utterly insane.”
“So? That’s how you like me.”
“Yeah.” His grin was soft. “Siddown, baby. Food’s ready.”
For a rockstar, who for much of his life had been able to pay people to do just about anything he wanted, Richie had a truly domestic streak running through him. Perhaps it was the Italian blood, but he loved to please people, loved to cook and to share what he produced. Obediently, she sat at the table, reaching for a piece of the soggy, eggy bread as Richie took his seat across from her and took a piece for himself.
They talked as they ate, catching up on each other’s lives while they’d been apart. Obviously, Von knew some of what had been happening in Richie’s life, since much of it made it’s way onto the many google alerts she received, but he listened with real interest as she told him that she and her writing partner had hit a brick wall on one of their stories. Blushing enchantingly, she told him why.
“I can’t write…….God….” She rolled her eyes, toying with the final crust of her snack. “I can’t write sex scenes. Don’t know what it is, but I just can’t seem to write them right now.”
“Maybe you’re just out of practice.” Richie grinned, feeling that tell-tale beginning tightness in his lower belly as he recalled reading some of her previous sex scenes. “Maybe you just need inspiration.”
“Y’think?” Von wasn’t even looking at him, staring down at her plate. Damn, but if there was one thing she’d always been able to write well, it was sex, and now she just felt herself shying away from it.
“I think.” Richie smirked, pushing his plate aside and getting to his feet, going around the end of the table to take her hand off the plate, pushing hers away, too. “Let me inspire you, darlin’.”
Finally, Von’s brain caught on, mainly because when she turned her head she focused on the thing closest to eye level, which was Richie’s crotch, and the unmistakable tenting of the apron he still wore. Smiling now, she raised her eyes, looking up at him.
“You wanna ‘inspire’ me, huh? That’s a new word for it.”
“Hey, I’m a songwriter, baby - I’m good at finding new words.” He smirked. “Or just makin’ them up.”
He raised her to her feet, grinning as her hands slid around behind him, cupping his bare ass in both palms, rubbing herself forward against him as Richie tugged her tshirt up and over her head. A long, slow kiss, then he lifted her gently, laying her on her back on the kitchen table.
“God, I missed you.” He murmured, looking down at her naked body, stroking both hands lingeringly down over her breasts, down to her hips and beyond, stroking and parting her thighs.
Still wearing the apron, he sank to his knees, kisses and nibbles up her thighs teasing until he heard her whimper hungrily, whispering his name as she reached for his head, trying to pull him closer, to pull his mouth to where she needed to feel it. Chuckling softly, he let her pull him in, flicking the tip of his tongue over her clit, feeling her buck against him when he did it again. Slow, tender licks opened her for him, so he could slip his tongue inside her body, and she groaned at the feeling of his tongue licking the inside of her, the tip curling forward to tease that sensitive spot, glad beyond measure to have a man who understood a woman’s body and just how to play on it to best effect.
“Please, Richie……” She murmured. “Please…….make love to me…….”
Chuckling, he lifted his head, sliding two fingers into her instead, thrusting them slowly as he rose to his feet.
“Make love to you………or fuck you?” He purred, adding another finger to the penetration, twisting his wrist slightly on each thrust so that she groaned again. He knew her too well.
“Fuck me……….fuck me now, Richie…..please……” Her eyes fluttered open and a smirk twisted her lips. “And take off that damned apron!”
“As you wish, m’lady.” He grinned, reaching back to untie the apron, letting it fall to the floor as he stepped in closer, leaning over to kiss her.
Reaching between them, Von wrapped her fingers around his thick, hard cock, stroking, guiding him into her, and then, blessedly, he was there, buried all the way inside and filling her completely. There was a shared sigh of contentment at the connection. They’d both missed this so badly, this special, intimate connection that always reaffirmed how they felt about each other, even if neither of them had yet put it into words.
“Oh, yes…….” Von purred as Richie spread his own legs, lowering his body onto hers, keeping the angle just right as he drew back and thrust into her again. “Yes.”
She raised her legs, wrapping them around his hips as the rhythm was set, slow, powerful thrusts as Richie kissed her again, one of his hands on her breast as he braced the other on the edge of the table. The table really wasn’t built for this kind of thing - not exactly an activity that many kitchen table manufacturers would build for - and it squeaked softly with each of Richie’s thrusts, the table rocking on it’s legs. Moments later, as they were both rising toward orgasm, Von vaguely heard a crash as one of the plates bounced along the table far enough to fall to the floor, but by now she didn’t care, knowing her plates were unbreakable anyway. The sound that swiftly followed made her pay a little more heed, though, as there was the unmistakable sound of two cats running hell for leather from the room at the sudden noise.
“Sorry babies……..” She muttered, her hands on Richie’s back as he reared up above her, and he gazed down on her as sweat beaded on his forehead, his teeth biting on his lower lip as he fought to hold his rhythm, to keep her right there with him.
“Jesus….” Richie groaned as Von arched her back, taking him deeper as she started to clench around him, her moans of pleasure spurring him on.
He took his hand off her breast, both hands now clamped to the edges of the table, his hips pumping harder as Von came with a scream of pleasure, thrusts speeding as he let go his control, and she cried out again in an immediate second orgasm as he came inside her, heat flooding her body as it broke from him, until he slowly came to a halt above her, his head drooping forward so his sweat dripped onto her chest, easing himself out of her.
Without another word, Richie scooped Von up into his arms and carried her through to the bed, laying them both on the wonderfully soft water-filled mattress and curling her into his arms. He dozed then, waking after maybe a half hour to find himself alone again. Chuckling helplessly, he got out of bed and headed for the office, finding her once again typing furiously.
“Inspired, baby?” He purred, and got a dirty chuckle in response.
“Ohhh, yeah.”
With his eyes still closed, he reached out a hand, frowning a little as his fingers touched soft, warm fur. That wasn’t the pussy he’d been expecting - hoping - to find. Scratching his fingertips into the fur, he finally opened his eyes, finding a green pair staring intently back at him.
“Hey Miss Bowwwnnnnsssss.” He purred, mimicking the way the cat’s owner would exaggerate the name. “Where’s your mommy at?”
The cat stared back impassively, then rolled onto her back, demanding a better scratch than she was currently getting.
“Typical woman.” Richie grinned as he scratched the soft belly fur for a moment before sitting up. No sign of his girl in the bedroom, and the bathroom door was wide open, so she wasn’t in there either. Which only left one likely place.
“Von?” He called softly, but there was no response from the living room - right outside the bedroom - and he sighed, shaking his head. “Unbelievable.” He muttered, swinging his feet to the floor.
Unconcernedly naked, he went through the living room and kitchen, heading down the hallway to the front of the house. As he’d suspected, he found her in the office, her chair pulled up to the computer desk, her legs crossed Indian-style on the seat as she typed quickly.
“And here I thought I’d fucked you unconscious.” He grumbled, leaning on the edge of the doorway.
Yelping in surprise, Von tried to turn, and it was only by luck of the chair arms being jammed under the edge of the desk that the whole damned chair didn’t go over backwards.
“Fuck!” She exclaimed. “I thought you were asleep.”
“I was. I woke up.” He grinned just a little sourly. “And imagine my surprise when the pussy I found next to me was the four legged variety.”
“Sorry.” All Richie could see was her face as she peered over the back of the chair, but he saw her lips twist into a smirk as she looked at him standing there, naked as the day he was born.
“Sure you are.” He grinned, pushing away from the wall and moving toward her.
“Uh, darlin’?” She gestured toward the window, unscreened by curtain or blind. “You’re kinda naked there.”
“No shit. And what are you wearing, then?”
Giggling, she pushed the chair back and spun it around, so he could see the faded, baggy Harley Davidson t shirt that was all she wore.
“Hell, at least it’s not a Jovi shirt.” He rolled his eyes, though. “You hungry?”
“I guess. I just need to finish up this chapter, but I can fix something after that.”
“You do that and I’ll fix us something.” Richie said, unwilling to wait as long as it would probably take her to finish the chapter to her exacting standards. After all the years with Jon, he was well accustomed to the vagaries of perfectionists.
“Yeah? Cool. Thanks, baby.” She smiled, swinging the chair around again as Richie retreated toward the kitchen.
A search of the fridge and cupboards brought him to a decision of French toast. Mainly because there was little other than eggs and bread in the house. Looked like they’d be eating out tonight. He set a pan to heat while he readied the egg mixture, adding a healthy amount of cinnamon, then a little more, knowing just how his lady liked her French toast. Stepping toward the pan, though, the oil spat, spattering a hot drop onto his bare belly, and he cursed softly, moving back. Just a good thing the drop hadn’t fallen a few inches lower, because that would’ve hurt like a sonofabitch. He turned toward the bedroom, to get his pants, but saw her apron hanging on a hook by the sink. He only hesitated a moment, then grabbed it, tying it around his waist. Hell, it’d do the job and give her a laugh, too.
Von - her slightly odd name was short for ‘Voncile’, the name inherited from her Southern Belle mother - was just proofing her chapter before sending it off to her writing buddy when the tendrils of cinnamon laced air began to tease her nostrils. She grinned, knowing exactly what he was making for them. The aroma sped her eyes across the words, and she quickly saved and sent the file, giggling as a new email flashed up. It was from Jon, asking her to - when she let him up for air - have Richie call him. Or at least get him to turn his fucking phone back on. She sent back a quick ‘yessir’ before closing down the computer and heading for the kitchen, following the tantalising smell.
“Hey, babe, Jon said turn your fuc………oh my God!” She burst into laughter at the sight of a naked Richie, apron tied around his trim waist as he stood at the stove. “Jesus, that’s priceless! Where’s my camera?!”
“Hey, it was either this or risk getting my…..equipment…..splattered with hot oil, so you can kiss my ass!” He grinned back.
Smirking, Von stepped closer, bending to do just that, Richie roaring with laughter.
“You’re certifiable, darlin’. Completely, totally, utterly insane.”
“So? That’s how you like me.”
“Yeah.” His grin was soft. “Siddown, baby. Food’s ready.”
For a rockstar, who for much of his life had been able to pay people to do just about anything he wanted, Richie had a truly domestic streak running through him. Perhaps it was the Italian blood, but he loved to please people, loved to cook and to share what he produced. Obediently, she sat at the table, reaching for a piece of the soggy, eggy bread as Richie took his seat across from her and took a piece for himself.
They talked as they ate, catching up on each other’s lives while they’d been apart. Obviously, Von knew some of what had been happening in Richie’s life, since much of it made it’s way onto the many google alerts she received, but he listened with real interest as she told him that she and her writing partner had hit a brick wall on one of their stories. Blushing enchantingly, she told him why.
“I can’t write…….God….” She rolled her eyes, toying with the final crust of her snack. “I can’t write sex scenes. Don’t know what it is, but I just can’t seem to write them right now.”
“Maybe you’re just out of practice.” Richie grinned, feeling that tell-tale beginning tightness in his lower belly as he recalled reading some of her previous sex scenes. “Maybe you just need inspiration.”
“Y’think?” Von wasn’t even looking at him, staring down at her plate. Damn, but if there was one thing she’d always been able to write well, it was sex, and now she just felt herself shying away from it.
“I think.” Richie smirked, pushing his plate aside and getting to his feet, going around the end of the table to take her hand off the plate, pushing hers away, too. “Let me inspire you, darlin’.”
Finally, Von’s brain caught on, mainly because when she turned her head she focused on the thing closest to eye level, which was Richie’s crotch, and the unmistakable tenting of the apron he still wore. Smiling now, she raised her eyes, looking up at him.
“You wanna ‘inspire’ me, huh? That’s a new word for it.”
“Hey, I’m a songwriter, baby - I’m good at finding new words.” He smirked. “Or just makin’ them up.”
He raised her to her feet, grinning as her hands slid around behind him, cupping his bare ass in both palms, rubbing herself forward against him as Richie tugged her tshirt up and over her head. A long, slow kiss, then he lifted her gently, laying her on her back on the kitchen table.
“God, I missed you.” He murmured, looking down at her naked body, stroking both hands lingeringly down over her breasts, down to her hips and beyond, stroking and parting her thighs.
Still wearing the apron, he sank to his knees, kisses and nibbles up her thighs teasing until he heard her whimper hungrily, whispering his name as she reached for his head, trying to pull him closer, to pull his mouth to where she needed to feel it. Chuckling softly, he let her pull him in, flicking the tip of his tongue over her clit, feeling her buck against him when he did it again. Slow, tender licks opened her for him, so he could slip his tongue inside her body, and she groaned at the feeling of his tongue licking the inside of her, the tip curling forward to tease that sensitive spot, glad beyond measure to have a man who understood a woman’s body and just how to play on it to best effect.
“Please, Richie……” She murmured. “Please…….make love to me…….”
Chuckling, he lifted his head, sliding two fingers into her instead, thrusting them slowly as he rose to his feet.
“Make love to you………or fuck you?” He purred, adding another finger to the penetration, twisting his wrist slightly on each thrust so that she groaned again. He knew her too well.
“Fuck me……….fuck me now, Richie…..please……” Her eyes fluttered open and a smirk twisted her lips. “And take off that damned apron!”
“As you wish, m’lady.” He grinned, reaching back to untie the apron, letting it fall to the floor as he stepped in closer, leaning over to kiss her.
Reaching between them, Von wrapped her fingers around his thick, hard cock, stroking, guiding him into her, and then, blessedly, he was there, buried all the way inside and filling her completely. There was a shared sigh of contentment at the connection. They’d both missed this so badly, this special, intimate connection that always reaffirmed how they felt about each other, even if neither of them had yet put it into words.
“Oh, yes…….” Von purred as Richie spread his own legs, lowering his body onto hers, keeping the angle just right as he drew back and thrust into her again. “Yes.”
She raised her legs, wrapping them around his hips as the rhythm was set, slow, powerful thrusts as Richie kissed her again, one of his hands on her breast as he braced the other on the edge of the table. The table really wasn’t built for this kind of thing - not exactly an activity that many kitchen table manufacturers would build for - and it squeaked softly with each of Richie’s thrusts, the table rocking on it’s legs. Moments later, as they were both rising toward orgasm, Von vaguely heard a crash as one of the plates bounced along the table far enough to fall to the floor, but by now she didn’t care, knowing her plates were unbreakable anyway. The sound that swiftly followed made her pay a little more heed, though, as there was the unmistakable sound of two cats running hell for leather from the room at the sudden noise.
“Sorry babies……..” She muttered, her hands on Richie’s back as he reared up above her, and he gazed down on her as sweat beaded on his forehead, his teeth biting on his lower lip as he fought to hold his rhythm, to keep her right there with him.
“Jesus….” Richie groaned as Von arched her back, taking him deeper as she started to clench around him, her moans of pleasure spurring him on.
He took his hand off her breast, both hands now clamped to the edges of the table, his hips pumping harder as Von came with a scream of pleasure, thrusts speeding as he let go his control, and she cried out again in an immediate second orgasm as he came inside her, heat flooding her body as it broke from him, until he slowly came to a halt above her, his head drooping forward so his sweat dripped onto her chest, easing himself out of her.
Without another word, Richie scooped Von up into his arms and carried her through to the bed, laying them both on the wonderfully soft water-filled mattress and curling her into his arms. He dozed then, waking after maybe a half hour to find himself alone again. Chuckling helplessly, he got out of bed and headed for the office, finding her once again typing furiously.
“Inspired, baby?” He purred, and got a dirty chuckle in response.
“Ohhh, yeah.”
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