From "A Delicate Question"........A Step Further

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?”