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.”