SIXTY-TWO

"Oh..." Cate didn't even have time to utter the second syllable of her agreement before Jon pulled her toward the door.  Her shawl slipped from one shoulder, fluttering slightly as Jon towed her through the portal and across the cordoned sidewalk to the curb.  She grabbed at the wrap with her handbag-clutched hand as again she heard a squeal of excitement in the wake of their appearance.

Jon handed Cate down into the cab before practically leaping into the seat beside her.  He was already raising the phone to his ear as he addressed the driver.

"Grand Floridian, Disney.  How long?"

The driver turned his head to evaluate oncoming traffic in his side mirror before pulling out into the street.  His answer came in a nonchalant, Cuban-accented drawl.

"In zees traffic?  About fifteen, tventy minutes."

Jon's curt instruction made Cate's brow lift.  "The Floridian?  That's not our place."

"I'm paying for it."  Jon's answer was a quiet growl.  "And it's the one place on this whole motherfucking resort we know my parents ain't at!" 

"Jon!  We can't... it's their room!"  Cate's blue eyes widened as she comprehended his intent.  "We can't just go there and...." She swallowed her words, aware of the cabbie's attention to their conversation.  She lowered her voice to a breathy hiss. ".... then go back to the Villa!  Besides, we don't even have a key!" 

"Yeah, Hi.  Member number 8128969."  Ignoring Cate's protest, Jon spoke into his phone.  After his identification was accepted, he tersely answered the query for his security password.  His stern countenance relaxed as the friendly female voice on the line welcomed him.

"Good evening, Mr. Bongiovi.  How can I assist you?"

"I have a kind of... urgent... situation.  Yesterday I booked a suite at the Grand Floridian... I don't remember the room number, but it's the big one on the fifth floor overlooking the lagoon."

"Yes, sir.  I see in your account that you asked for accommodations there for family members.  Is there a problem with the suite, Sir?"

"No, no.  It's fine."  Jon shook his head as he talked, brushing off the woman's query.  "But we've had a little... er... sudden change of plans... hotel-wise.  I'm going to be staying in that suite tonight, instead of at the Amani Villa."

"I see.  That's fine, Sir.  Even though the suite is registered to Mr. John Bongiovi Senior, because it is part of your portfolio you can share the property as you wish."

"I figured.  But here's the rub... we're... uh... I'm on my way to the Floridian now, and I don't have a key to the suite."  Jon quickly corrected his use of the plural, though he wasn't sure why.  It was really nobody's business if he would be sleeping alone or accompanied.  He growled softly at himself before continuing. 

"It's with my relatives, who aren't with me.  And I'm not real excited about standing at the lobby desk trying to explain why I need a key to the room somebody else checked into."  Jon frowned as he pictured the encounter in his mind.  As good as Disney's Guest Services were, their security was even more impressive.  He was in no mood to have to explain himself to three levels of management and the hotel Night Cop.

"Baby..."  Cate's throaty murmur made him glance at her.  He could see the question in her eyes. 

Jon shook his sandy head firmly and turned his gaze away, toward the window.  Cate's cop-curiosity had piqued as she listened to his end of the conversation.  There was no way in Hell he was letting his wife slip into her professional mindset to deal with this tiny little problem; he had worked too hard to get her all revved up for a night of wild abandon.  Thanks to their playful evening and that reluctant cocktail she was flirty and steamy and a little slutty right now.  He damned sure wanted her to stay that way.

"I see, and I can certainly help you out with that, Sir.  How soon will you arrive at the Hotel?"  The woman on the line continued calmly, unruffled by his explanation. 

"About ten minutes.  Maybe fifteen."

"One moment, please."  There was a soft click in Jon's ear, and the voice was replaced by soothing instrumental music.  Jon growled impatiently and  looked out the cab's window.  The festive urban scenery was moving slowly by.  Too slowly.

The music abruptly ended.  "Mister Bongiovi, when you arrive at the Grand Floridian there will be a key waiting for you.  You may pick it up from any guest services representative at the front desk.  We apologize for the inconvenience."

Jon's stern countenance relaxed at her redress.  "Thank you.  And... no apology necessary.  Not your fault."

"Thank you, Sir.  I just want to be sure your stay is as comfortable and convenient as possible, especially when unforeseen circumstances arise.  Is there anything else I can help you with this evening?  Do you need anything delivered to the suite?  If you wish I can have fresh towels and toiletries placed there before your arrival."

"No thanks.  Whatever's there will be fine.  Just the key."

"Certainly, Mister Bongiovi.  If you have any problems or need anything once you have arrived at the Grand Floridian, please don't hesitate to call back, or speak with the Manager on Duty."

"Thanks.  I will."

"Then if that is all, Sir... Have a Magical Evening."

Jon smirked at the phrase.  He fully intended to enjoy an evening of enchantment, but not at all in the family-friendly Disney sense.  "You too." 

He dropped the phone to his thigh and flipped shut the leather case, then turned to give his wife a sexy grin.

"All set."

Cate nodded.  "So I heard."  She let her lips curve into her own sultry smirk as her sapphire gaze sparkled back at him.  "Pretty ballsy of you, sneaking a girl into your parents' room.  What are you, some kinda teenage bad boy?"  She chuckled huskily.

Jon leaned into her, moving his mouth to her ear.  "Baby, I ain't no teenager.  I'm a motherfuckin' Man.  And tonight I'm the one callin' the shots."

His possessive growl sent a fiery tingle through Cate's body.  She involuntarily shuddered, tipping her head against his as Jon blew a puff of hot breath against her ear.  A soft purr fluttered from her throat when she felt Jon's warm hand curve over her thigh and slide beneath her skirt. 

With a glance at the driver Cate modestly draped the fringed end of her wrap over her lap, camouflaging her husband's grope.  She gasped softly when Jon's fingers looped under the lace stretched across her hip and yanked.  The grating pop of ripping threads accompanied the sensual pressure between her cheeks as her lacy panties wedged upward into her moist cleft.

Chuckling throatily at Jon's dominance move, Cate turned her lips to his ear.  "Was the wedgie really necessary?" she teased in a throaty whisper.

"If you weren't wearing panties you wouldn't have a wedgie," he countered in a silky murmur.  To accent his argument he tugged again on the fabric.  Her sharp intake of breath told him she appreciated the extra tension.

"Yeah, well... I have to at least pretend I'm a lady.  You know, and wear underwear to dinner.  I can't really go commando under this skirt without somebody noticing."

"Dinner's over.  Take 'em off."

Cate chuckled again.   "I can't now."

"Why not?"

"I'm not stripping out of my panties in front of this guy."  Cate tipped her head slightly toward the driver, whom she  could sense was paying close attention to the activity in the back seat.  "And now I have to dig 'em out of my crack."

Jon chortled sexily.  "I'm sure you can find a way."

"Nuh-uh."  Cate smirked through her denial.  "Not happening.  Besides, I can't parade through the lobby of the Disney Grand Floridian with my cooch hangin' out."

Her coarse language made Jon grin.  He loved it when she talked like that... his dirty, sexy, funny wife.  His crotch gave an urgent twitch, reminding him there was a solution to the problem at hand.

"Then I'm just gonna have to take 'em off of you."  Jon tugged again, feeling the fabric yield under his fingers with the popping of more threads.

Cate let out a muffled squeak as the lace tightened across her mound.  She wouldn't mind one bit if Jon de-pantied her right here and now, as long as he didn't stop there.  There was a throbbing spot between her legs that yearned for his attention.

But unfortunately, she was pretty sure having sex in the back of a hired taxicab was at least a Class 2 misdemeanor in the State of Florida.  Even for ridiculously sexy rock stars.  She also knew Jon, even as desperately horny as he was, wouldn't create a scene that would ultimately result in his booking photo being flashed all over TMZ and the tabloids.  Cate's nose wrinkled at the thought.

"Well... You're calling the shots...."  Cate purred her tease.  For effect, she eased onto her hip nearest Jon, raising her buttock slightly from the cab's seat.  The shift increased the pressure of her wedgie, making her flinch through her wicked smirk.

Jon grinned, realizing she was calling his bluff.  He gave the lace another tug before letting it slip free of his curled fingers.  He turned his hand to flatten his palm against her warm flesh, then curve over the swell of her cheek.  He reveled in the sensation for a moment before giving her ass a little pat.

"Just you wait, you Vixen... in a few minutes you're gonna be all alone in that room with me.  With nobody around to watch, nobody around to stop me.  Then you'll see what shots I'm-a callin'..."  Jon's sexy threat rumbled quietly from his chest.  He gave her a menacing leer as he pulled his hand away from her leg and settled it onto his own lap.

"Mmmm....."  Cate hummed her acknowledgement, knowing he would feel the sound as well as hear it.  She smoothed her hands over her lap, arranging her wrap and her skirt, before nonchalantly dropping her hand onto Jon's crotch.  Her palm curved over the denim-sheathed mound, causing it to stir beneath her touch.  Cate gave Jon a sly sideways look.

"Just remember... you start it, you finish it," Jon murmured his warning.

"Or maybe I'll just lay back and let you finish it..."

A low groan was his verbal reply.  Beneath her hand, Cate felt the throb of Jon's physical response.  She squeezed reassuringly, then turned her gaze forward.  The rest of the cab ride was spent in silence, both passengers contemplating with secretive smiles what would occur at their destination.

Upon arrival at the resort, it was all Jon could do to remain composed and chivalrous as he helped his wife from the taxi and escorted her into the grand lobby.  His pulse was racing though his gait was leisurely; his blue eyes focused like lasers on the trio of attendants behind the desk though his expression was relaxed.  He was certain only his wife could comprehend his urgency.  He could see her agreement in the curve of her mouth and the gleam in her eye.

With a brushed kiss across her cheek Jon left Cate a few paces from the desk and approached.  He turned on his megawatt smile and tried to act nonchalant as he addressed the young blonde woman awaiting his request.  A glance at the gold oval on her chest told him her name.

"Hi, Cecily.  I'm..."

He didn't even get his own name out before she nodded eagerly.

"Yes, Mister Bongiovi.  Welcome to the Grand Floridian. Everything has been arranged for you, as you requested.  Just let me call the Manager...." 

"That's not necessary, Cecily." Jon shook his head quickly, his jaw tightening a bit.  "There's not really anything to... arrange.  The room is already ours.  I just need a key."

"Of course, Sir.  But the Manager wanted me to let him know when you arrived.  He is seeing to it that your suite has been properly serviced."

Jon fought back an impatient growl.  "I understand, and thank you.  But really, all I need is a key to the door.  We were in the room earlier this evening.  It's perfectly fine." 

The desk attendant nodded, her cheerful smile remaining fixed as she recognized Jon's impatience.  She didn't want to displease this VIP further.  So she followed the cardinal rule of customer service.

"Certainly."  Cecily slid out the counter drawer and extracted a gold plastic rectangle imprinted with the resort's logo.  Her eyes dropped to the monitor beneath the counter and her fingers tapped rapidly at her keyboard.  She swiped the card through the magnetic coder, then raised her smile back to her handsome celebrity customer.

"Here you are, Mister Bongiovi.  My apologies for the wait."

Jon chuckled and gave the girl a more relaxed half-grin.  "Thank you, Cecily.  You have a good night."

"You too, Sir.  Enjoy your stay.  Please don't hesitate to ask if there's anything you need."

"I will."  Jon was already turning away from the counter as he replied.  He stepped quickly over to his waiting wife and ushered her toward the elevator bank.

"She was cute," Cate observed.  She gave her now-frowning husband a playful smirk.  "You could at least have flirted with her a little, gave her a little thrill.  Working night shift is boring."

"I got no time for cute," Jon muttered as he punched the "up" button.  "All I wanted was a goddamned room key and everybody acts like they have to throw me a fucking parade.  I don't have time for that shit.  I have things to do."

His hand slipped downward, from the small of Cate's back to the curve of her ass.  "And I sure as fuck don't need some manager glad-handing me when all I wanna do is get my hands on you."

Cate giggled softly as she adjusted her wrap.  She too was ready for some privacy.  They had had plenty of company during the past week, around the clock.

When the elevator doors swished open Cate stepped into the car ahead of Jon, her blue eyes sparkling and her mouth curved with anticipation.  Jon stood stoically beside her until the doors closed.  In a flash his arms were around her, his lips on her neck making her sigh.  Cate tilted her head back, allowing him full access to her throat..

"I'm so... fucking... ready..." Jon growled against her skin.  "Finally.  And we have alllllll night.  No interruptions, no distractions... we don't have to be on the lookout for kids or parents or fucking giraffes...."

Cate chuckled huskily.  "No wild animals here, Baby.  Except maybe you."

"And you."  Jon's hands dropped to cup Cate's ass, pulling her hard against his hips.  She purred when she felt his hardness against her abdomen.

"We may have all night, but I don't think it's gonna take that long."  With her wry observation Cate gave her hips a little wiggle, rubbing against him.

"Maybe not the first time," he growled silkily.  "But after that..."

"So I shouldn't count on getting much sleep?"  Cate countered coyly.

"Nope.  Sleep is overrated.  Who wants to sleep when they could fuck, anyway?"

"Mmmm... Good point..."  Cate glanced up at the digital display over the elevator car's door, just as the illuminated number changed to a "5".   "We're here."

"Good."  Jon gave Cate's ass another squeeze before slipping his hand around hers.  He turned expectantly just as the doors slid open.  Jon charged into the hallway, grinning widely as he towed his smirking wife behind him.

His gait slowed and his grin faded when he saw the figure at the end of the long hall.  A tall, suited man stood next to the last door on the right. The door to their suite.

"What the fuck?" Jon muttered as Cate caught up to him.  "Oh, don't fucking tell me...." 

The suited man turned toward the couple, a wide, welcoming grin splitting his ebony face.  He waited until they approached, keeping his voice at a low, conversational tone so as not to disturb other guests at this late hour. 

"Good evening, Mister Bongiovi."  The man's darting glance at Cate's left hand gave him a clue as to her identity.  He risked an error in his assumption rather than poor manners. "... Missus Bongiovi...  I am Samuel Peake, the Night Manager.  I was informed of your request.  It is my pleasure to welcome you to the Grand Suite."

Jon couldn't even muster a full-fledged smile this time.  He had just about had it with this unnecessary privileged bullshit.  When he called the VIP desk he asked for fulfillment of one simple request.  He didn't want a Goddamned welcoming party; all he wanted was to get a fucking room key, bolt upstairs, and rip Cate's panties off.  But for some reason he just couldn't seem to spit out the words to communicate his impatience.

"Thanks.  But that's not necessary.  You know this room has been ours for the last couple days, right?  Tonight we just happen to be switching hotels with my parents since they're staying with our kids while...."  Jon stopped himself mid-sentence.  He didn't know why he was explaining.

"Certainly, Sir.  It's absolutely no trouble at all.  I've asked Housekeeping to freshen your bed linens and towels and restock your refreshments.  I want to be sure everything is absolutely satisfactory.  Please, Sir... allow me." 

Without waiting for Jon's agreement the Manager slipped his own key into the electronic reader and pushed open the door.  Bowing his head and sweeping a free hand toward the suite's entry, the man chivalrously addressed Cate.  "Madam, after you..."

With a demure smile, Cate thanked the Manager and stepped through the door.  Her lips remained in a sexy-amused curve as she strolled into the suite, through the small privacy foyer and into the spacious bedroom.  Her blue eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness as she scanned the room she and Jon had departed just hours ago. 

The Housekeeping staff had been efficient and effective.  The suite was tidy and fresh, every trace of the room's real occupants tucked out of sight.  The king-sized, floral-covered bed had been turned down and chocolates placed on the plump pillows.  A bouquet of creamy, fragrant gardenias sweetened the air from the round marble-topped table near the balcony door.  Against the wall, the small buffet containing the mini-bar had been freshly-stocked with a bucket of ice, cut-glass goblets, and chilled green bottles of sparkling water.   It was clear the staff had scrambled to accommodate the arrival of their VIP guest.

"It's FINE.  Thank you.  We won't be needing anything else.  Now if you don't mind...."

Hearing Jon's exasperation in his polite but curt dismissal of the Manager, Cate chuckled.  She pulled the shawl from her shoulders and reached to drape it across a chair-back before setting her purse on the table.  Then she turned to face the entry as she heard the door slam shut. 

The ambient light from the hallway extinguished, the room darkened to a shadowy gray.   A soft silver-blue glow from the moon and the hotel's exterior lighting filtered through the sheers covering the balcony French doors, washing the room with a sultry, film-noir mood. 

Cate felt a tingle of excitement rise as her eyes found Jon's silhouetted form.  She swallowed hard as she watched him turn toward her, then pause to allow his vision to adjust.   His intent was obvious in his posture; his entire body was erect and quivering, ready for action.

"Manners, Baby..." Cate chided coyly, guiding his attention to her place in the darkness.  "He was just doing his job."

"Fuck manners.  I'm done being polite."

Jon's snarl came from his chest, slipping from his sneering mouth as he stepped from the foyer into the bedroom.  Cate gasped softly as his wildly dangerous expression was illuminated, his azure eyes glittering brightly from the slatted shadows across his handsome features.  His hands moved to the middle of his chest, impatiently undoing the first fastened shirt button before gliding downward. 

He moved again, another deliberate step toward her as the last button gave way.  With a nonchalant shrug he separated the black cotton halves, baring a wide swath of firm, furred chest and chiseled abdomen as his hands settled lower.  Jon lowered his chin and his blazing stare bored into her, stoking the smoldering embers in her core.  Cate involuntarily took a step back, her senses assaulted by his beautiful ferocity.  Her lips curved to mirror the wicked curl of his mouth.

"Now, now..." Cate wagged a playful finger at her husband.  She took another faltering step backward when he continued his advance.  Her gaze dropped to Jon's waist, where his fingers curled over his belt buckle.  A few deft movements made quick work of the metal latch and the button and zipper beneath.  Cate gasped again when Jon violently yanked the belt free from its loops.

"I told you in the cab."  His voice was low and sexily sinister, his smirk carrying a hint of menace.  "I'm in charge now."  For emphasis Jon folded the belt in his hands, then yanked it taut.  The doubled leather strap emitted a loud crack. 

Cate squeaked involuntarily, backing another step.  She stopped when she felt the smooth curve of the tabletop against her ass.

Seeing he had her cornered, Jon flung the belt aside.  He crossed the room in three long strides, his arms circling her in a flash.  Cate gasped at force of his grip on her hips, lifting, taking her balance.  She clung to his neck as Jon picked her up and spun her around.  Her breath escaped in a sharp rush when her back impacted the wall with a loud thud.  The impact shockwave rattled the glassware on the adjacent bar.

"You're mine now."  Jon growled against her ear as he hitched her leg over his hip, holding her pinned against the wall with his weight.  He relished the warmth of her body, the press of her breasts against his bare chest with each rapid pant of excitement.  The heat of her core, radiating through the thin fabric of her silky garments against his abdomen, was maddening.

Jon's hand released Cate's hip, sliding under her skirt and curving over smooth, taut muscle.  He savored her gasp when his fingers tangled roughly into her panties, seeking to finish the task he had started earlier.  With a violent yank and a throaty snarl Jon shredded the delicate nylon strands, ripping free the seam at her hip.  Cate moaned as the torn lace fluttered uselessly against her bare cheek.  She gasped again when she felt his fingers invade her slit.

"Good."  His growl was against her cheek now, approving of her wetness.  It was his turn to gasp when Cate grabbed a fistful of his silvery shag and yanked, snapping his head back.  His pupils dilated as he stared into the sparkling midnight of her animal glare.  

Jon's mouth curved again as he retaliated for her assault, plunging his thumb deep into the wet, hot chasm between her thighs.  The surprise in her widened eyes and the rasping yelp from her parted lips hardened him more.

"You wanna play rough, huh?"  Again he pushed into her, burying his thumb to the lower knuckle.  Another delighted gasp and a tightening of her grip on his hair was her answer.

"Oh yeah?"  Jon's grasp on Cate's lifted thigh tightened, his fingers curling viciously into her flesh.  Leaning to pin her more tightly to the wall with his chest, Jon inched his pelvis away.  His thumb slid out of her and he shoved at the loosened waist of his jeans.  They drifted down just enough. 

Jon grabbed Cate's unfettered hip and lifted, positioning her at his mercy.  Her skirt bunched around her waist, baring her thighs as they wrapped around his waist.  The useless remnant of her panties slid downward from her hip, hanging loosely below her ass like a ragged garter. 

Cate's ankles crossed behind Jon's hips, her spiked heels catching on the dark denim bunched across his hamstrings.  She pushed hard against the wall, pressing her center to toward him as she pulled him in closer, demanding what he so obviously wanted to give her.  Cate gasped out a low moan when she felt Jon's erection drag across her slickened slit, hard and hot as freshly-forged iron.

His groan mingled with hers, Jon's sandy-lashed eyes fluttering momentarily shut.  He felt her grip on his hair loosen and he jerked his head forward, staring into her eyes as his forehead touched to hers.

"I'm so fucking hard..." he rasped.

She nodded slightly, panting.  "Uh huh..."

"You want me to fuck you, don't you?"

"Mmmmm Hmmmmmmmm....."

Jon chuckled wickedly and pressed his hips harder, pushing her back to the wall.  Cate gasped loudly at the delicious pressure of his shaft sliding between her lips.

"Say it."

Cate's thick-lashed eyes were wide, roiling deep midnight as she stared into the center of his blazing blue glare.  The syllables were a whispered command.

"Fuck.  Me."

A smirk curled Jon's mouth.  He gave his hips another thrust, eliciting another ecstatic yelp.

"Not yet."

Jon stepped back from the wall, carrying Cate with him.  Summoning all his willpower, he slid his hands down her legs and pried her thighs from their vise-like grip around his hips.

"No."  Cate resisted, glaring at him.  "Now."

The sharp sting of his hand against her bare cheek made her squeal.  The quivering twitch of her muscle response against his crotch almost dropped him.  He growled his displeasure at her disobedience.

"I said... Not. Yet."

Stunned by the unexpected rebuke, Cate blinked.  It took her a moment to comprehend what he wanted.  Then her mouth curved.  She dropped her chin submissively and uncrossed her ankles, allowing him to lower her feet to the floor.

When she regained her balance Cate's hands slipped down from Jon's shoulders, diving between his open shirt and skin.  Her palms skated eagerly over his fur-blanketed pecs, her fingertips curling to catch his nipples with her nails.  A sharp gasp was followed by Jon's steely grasp around her wrists.  He yanked her hands away from his body, flinging them downward to her sides.  Another sharp smack to the bare curve of her ass affirmed his dominance.  Cate gasped again at the delightful admonishment, but didn't respond.

He raised a hand to her chest, exercising his entitlement.  Jon brushed a fingertip over the engraved silver tag nestled beneath the notch of Cate's throat, pausing for a moment to recall its meaning.  Then they continued to wander down the valley between her breasts to the barrier of her bra.  Jon tugged impatiently at the band before adjusting his tack, realizing he first needed to divest Cate of her sexy, silk-and-sheer white blouse.  That peekaboo top had driven him half-mad all night, allowing him glimpses of the elegant white-lace trimmed black satin tuxedo bra beneath. It was the mate to the now-ruined panties, and thus useful for only one thing.

Jon's lithe fingers slithered down the front of Cate's blouse, pushing the tiny round pearl buttons through their holes.  First one, then a second, then a third, then a fourth... His patience waning, Jon grabbed the parted upper halves of Cate's satin blouse and yanked, tearing the final two buttons from their threads and sending them flying.  In one quick movement Jon jerked the blouse from Cate's shoulders and down her back, loosely tethering her arms behind her in the sheer sleeves.  His other hand tunneled into first one then the other lace-trimmed cup, roughly lifting Cate's breasts from their concealments and pushing them above black satin swath that banded her torso. 

Jon smirked at her wide-eyed gasp when he flicked one tight, dusky nipple, pushed erect for display beside its twin by the brassiere's straps and band.  Her reaction incited him; it wasn't enough to merely touch.  With an eager growl Jon  covered the nipple with his mouth and sucked hard.  Chuckling evilly at Cate's moan of pleasure, Jon rolled his tongue over the peak and sucked again.  He grunted greedily as he gave the other breast similar treatment, savoring the quiver of her flesh against his mouth. 

Pulling back his head for breath, Jon leered appreciatively at Cate's luscious breasts as they swelled with the heaving of her chest.  Jon raised his glittering gaze from her chest long enough to meet Cate's wide-eyed, lust-dazed stare.  He growled a single syllable.

"Down."

Cate's breath caught in her throat.  His rough command provoked her, his forcefulness exciting her like she hadn't felt in a long while.  Though her instinct was to resist, her lust forced her to obey. 

Slowly Cate sank to her knees, her gaze dropping from Jon's stern expression as her mouth neared his navel.  Her lips parted and her tongue snaked across the lower one, making it shine in the shadowy night.

Cate's hands moved to wrap around Jon hips, her fingers burrowing beneath bunched elastic and denim to mold over flesh and bone.  When her fingers curved against the sides of his clenched glutes, the sensory perception of wiry hair, warm skin, and quivering muscle under her hands further inflamed her libido.

With a demure glance upward Cate circled her lips around his head.  She paused for only a second in response to the stiffening of his stance.  Jon's fingers tangled into the thick locks of auburn at the back of her skull, cueing her movement.  She dropped her chin, tightened her mouth, and tipped her head forward, flattening her tongue to slide against the underside of his cock.  His groan rumbled through her mouth and into her synapses.

Jon's fingers curled against Cate's scalp as the intensity of the pleasure overtook him.  It was all he could do to not to grab her head and urge her into the instinctive rhythm, to make her suck him harder and tongue him faster until he exploded into her throat.  As magnificent as that would feel, it was too soon.  He wouldn't last much longer, but he was going to make damned sure this night amounted to more than a couple sucks and a swallow.

He blew out a long breath and looked down.  Gritting his teeth, Jon watched Cate's lips move further down his shaft, until her nose burrowed through the wiry nest of hair and bumped tightened skin.  The corner of his mouth twitched upward, marveling at her capacity to fully take him in.  Then she started to pull back, slowly slithering her lips and tongue over the rigid flesh.  She took her time, stroking him fully before beginning again.

On her third pass Jon felt the desperately coveted yet premature sensation... his balls tightening, his hamstrings clenching, electric flame racing up  his legs...

"Stop."

Jon's hands fisted into Cate's hair, stilling her head's movement.  Sensing his urgency, she immediately complied.  Jon closed his eyes, pulled in a deep breath, and willed his building orgasm to subside.

After a long minute Jon breathed out and parted his lashes.  He stared hazily across the gray-blue room, drawing another slow breath.  As his lust-addled brain cleared and his release became less urgent, Jon's attention was caught by something he hadn't noticed earlier.

In the corner of the bedroom a long, wood-framed oval shone silvery blue-gray in the semi-darkness. Vague pale and shadowy masses were framed by the ellipse.  With a squint to focus his attention and his vision, Jon peered more closely at the display.

His mouth curved again when he realized what he spied.  It was a reflection of two people, a man and a woman engaged in a naughty, erotic act.  The oval in the corner was an old-fashioned cheval mirror, courteously placed to aid the room's occupants in dressing for their vacation activities... or other things.

Jon's smirk turned wicked.  The mirror would be useful.  But not for anything proper.

"Stand up." 

Jon's order was quiet but forceful.  He untangled his fingers from Cate's fiery tresses before she carefully released him from her mouth.  Without a word Cate rose to her feet, steadying herself with her hands on Jon's hips until she stood upright before him. 

Jon's eyes slid up and down her body, taking a moment to appreciate the view.  Cate looked sexily disheveled, her hair a wild nest of twisted mahogany ropes.  Her lips were juicy and swollen, her lipstick smeared by her fellatious activity.  Her blouse gaped open to reveal her pushed-up bare breasts, the white satin-and-chiffon garment just barely clinging to her shoulders.  Cate's flowy black skirt hung unevenly, half-scrunched to the waist over her bare hip and ruffling down the opposite side.  She still balanced on the balls of her feet, having not yet received Jon's order to remove her high heels.

"Baby, you look like you just crawled outta the back of the tour bus."  Jon smirked with his observation.  Though it had been decades since his band had traveled by motor coach, he still carried fond memories of cliched but salacious encounters that had occurred in his private lounge.

Jon leaned in to her, closing his eyes and inhaling Cate's scent.  She smelled delicious, the remnants of her spicy perfume now mingled with sweat and sex.  Her pheromones were intoxicating.  They made him want to taste her. 

With a soft rumble from his throat, Jon's lips swept lightly over her neck.  Cate purred softly in response, tipping her head to offer him more.  He accepted, sliding his mouth upward and along the curve of her jaw. 

"Turn around."

This time Jon's command was less urgent.  His hand slipped around Cate's bare side to the small of her back, under her blouse.  He guided her movement with a light press.  Cate turned slowly away from Jon, rotating until he cued her to stop.  Then she sighed and sank back against his body as he stepped closer.

Jon sucked in a sharp breath as her filmy nylon skirt slithered over his shaft.  He growled again and urged his hips forward, carefully fitting his erection into the cleft between her cheeks.  He was still a little too sensitive, his arousal not quite fully under his control.  The silky buffer between his cock and her skin as just what he needed at the moment.

As if reading his mind, Cate tossed her head lightly before tipping it back against Jon's shoulder.  Her thick auburn waves slithered down his chest, funneled against his bared flesh by the parted placket of his black dress shirt.  He purred appreciatively and reached up to finger a thick strand, then tugged it back over her shoulder until it trickled down to brush her erect nipple.  His other hand slipped around Cate's middle, his smooth-tipped middle finger gliding to her navel and circling the glittering stud there.  Cate fidgeted lightly at the delicate torture, shifting her weight on her stillettoed heels.

"It's been awhile, Baby..."  Jon's croon was next to her ear.  He paused to blow a puff of warmed breath against her skin, delighting in her tremble of response.  "...Since I've seen this side of you.  The dirty girl... the one you try to hide."  His smirk filled his sultry tone.  "But tonight you can't hide her, can you?"  He rumbled a low chortle.  "Tonight she's coming out to play."

Cate's mouth curved. "I guess she was just waiting for the right time." 

Jon's sinister grin widened.  Now he knew Cate was fully into the game, not just going through the motions to please him.  He glanced again at the mirror, his gaze sliding down the reflection of her body.  She hadn't noticed it yet, didn't know he was watching.

"She should come out more often," he murmured silkily.  Jon's hand moved to Cate's shoulder, nudging at the white satin.  The blouse slipped silently away from the curve, the fabric's weight carrying it down to the bend of her elbow.  Jon's fingers skated over her collarbone, crossing the strip of black satin.  He reversed his touch, pushing the brassiere's thin strap smoothly aside, guiding it over the point of her shoulder until its elastic tension was relieved.  The strap slipped down, following the blouse, loosely encircling Cate's upper arm.

Hearing the catch in her breath as Cate's breast was fully bared, Jon looked again to the mirror before dropping his gaze to his handiwork.  His fingertips glided back across her shoulder, then downward to surmount the creamy, full mound.  He lightly circled her pebbled nipple with the pad of his thumb, watching with fascination as her areola darkened and contracted.

"Yeah..." he murmured as he felt her shiver with pleasure, her body tensing against his.  Jon gasped in a soft breath as her ass cheeks clenched, lightly squeezing his skirt-sheathed cock.  "I like this naughty girl.  She knows what I want...."

His voice again picked up its sexy, sing-song croon.  "She does what I want.  And she likes it too.  She's a little slutty, my Dirty Girl.  My sexy, naughty Baby...."  He growled throatily.  "And that's... fucking... HOT."  Jon dropped his head, breathing the word against Cate's neck before sliding his tongue over her skin.  She trembled against his taste.

"Mmmm.... you taste good, Baby.  I bet you taste good everywhere."  The finger circling her navel dipped lower, tunneling under the waist of her skirt.  "You want me to taste you, Baby?"

Cate pulled in a shuddering breath as her mouth curved more.  "If that's what you want...." she purred hoarsely.

Another throaty chortle met her noncommittal reply.  The rest of his fingers followed their leader under the waistband, gliding downward over her smooth, damp private flesh.  She gasped when his fingertips slipped through the moist tangle of down. 

"You'll let me do what I want, won't ya?  Like a dirty little groupie."  Jon chuckled again, recalling his earlier tease about Cate's cocktail, back at the Velvet Lounge.  "My slutty little red-headed groupie."

Her husky giggle told him she got the joke.

"Mmmmm.... Mmmmm.  Mercy."  Jon raised his head to again regard the mirror.  He watched their reflection as he curled his fingers under Cate's skirt, slipping the longest between her slickened lips.  She squeaked at the impact with her clit, her head jerking back against his shoulder despite her effort to stifle her reaction.

"It's been a loooong, long time since I had Groupie Pussy.  Almost forget what it's like."

That made Cate snort quietly, her lips curving fully into a smirk.  But she didn't comment.  Instead she leaned back more fully against Jon, allowing him to support her body as he continued to weaken her knees.

"I bet you woulda been a great little piece of action, had our paths crossed all those years ago."  Jon's smirk was devilish, his blue eyes flashing as the fantasy took form in his mind.  "You were one, weren't ya, Baby?  One of my groupies?"  He waited for her response, watching her expression.  Other than a twitch at the corner of her mouth, she remained silent.

Jon chuckled at her feigned stubbornness.  "Ahhh, c'mon Baby.  Don't lie.  You were one of those girls, I can tell.  You were one who stood right in front of the stage, in your low-cut shirt and no bra, so all I had to do was look down to check out your tits."

Jon chuckled again when still she refused to respond.  His voice dropped to a sultry croon and his mouth moved beside her ear.  "And you hung out in the hotel bar, hoping I'd come in for a drink after the show, still jazzed and lonely and lookin' for company..."

Cate's response was another gasp as Jon's torturous fingertip circled her clit.  He growled approvingly, savoring his rare moment of control over her body and her psyche.  He wanted to push her farther, goad her to respond, to admit that the story he was spinning wasn't just lust-fueled fantasy, it was naughty, secret truth.  Once upon a time he had been her rock idol.  He knew what that meant, though he had never managed to corner or coax his wife into a full confession.  Maybe tonight would be the night that changed.

His glittering gaze remained locked on the mirror, studying her response to both his actions and his words.

"Yeahhhhh...... You were one of those chicks.  You used to think about it... plan for it... fantasize about what it would be like, to fuck me after one of those long, sweaty rock-and-roll shows that soaked your panties and made you so fucking hot for me...."

Jon's croon quieted, dropping to a throaty half-whisper, filling her ear with what he knew about her dirty little secret.  Cate's breathing shallowed as her body responded to the naughty, guilty meld of fantasy and memory that was now swirling through her mind. 

"Yeah... you woulda done anything for me, wouldn't ya?  Anything I wanted." 

A hard swallow gave her away.  Jon grinned and moved his lips closer, brushing her ear.

"And I know you, Cate.  You had every angle covered, didn't you?  What you'd wear to catch my eye.... how you'd look or wink or blow me a kiss... a private sign, from you to me, that I could have you at my mercy....  You knew exactly what you'd say when one of the crew came up and tucked that backstage pass in your back pocket."

Jon chuckled again, savoring the scene he was setting.  "You knew how you'd act when you opened the hotel room door, using the key you were given.  You rehearsed what you'd do while you waited for me.  And what you'd say when I walked into that bedroom..."

Jon half-growled a sigh, his own physical response to the tale starting to make him restless.

"You used to feel it, didn't ya, Baby?  How wet you'd get when you saw me.  Just you and me in that big ol' hotel room... when I walked over... and touched your face... and said... 'Hello Darlin'...."

The whisper made her falter.  Cate couldn't hold a strangled whimper as involuntarily her back arched, tipping her ass against Jon's pelvis and pushing her chest outward.  Jon's hand curved over her breast, her nipple poking between his splayed fingers.

"I'm right, ain't I, Baby?"  Jon's query was a silky growl but demanded an answer.  "You used to fantasize about fucking me, didn't you?  Just hot... sweaty... hard... dirty... rock-star sex."

Breathlessly Cate nodded, her eyes glittering.

"Say it, Baby.  You wanted to be my groupie.  Didn't ya?"

"Yesss...." Cate's breath carried the admission in a long exhale. 

"I was your fantasy.  You used to pretend you were with me... you got yourself off thinking about me..."

"Uh huh..."

Jon chortled wickedly.  "Well... it ain't a fantasy anymore, Baby.  Tonight it's real.  I'm gonna fuck you like you want.... like that sexy, slutty groupie you wanna be, deep down.  You want it like that, don't ya?  You want me to fuck you like you always fantasized?"

Cate pulled in a long breath, trying to calm her racing pulse.  Weakly she raised her head from Jon's shoulder.  As her gaze leveled, she saw it.  The mirror.  Her lips parted in a soft gasp, then her passion-widened eyes narrowed.  Cate's glittering midnight stare locked with Jon's in their reflection.

"Yes."

"Good girl.  You're gonna give me what I want."

"MmmmHmmm..."

"And you're gonna let me do anything I want.  Anything goes."

Jon saw it the second the command left his lips.  He tried not to snicker at her widened stare.

"Uh... not exactly anything..."  Cate shifted.

"That's the way this game is played, Baby.  You want me, I get what I want."  Jon's fingers slid across Cate's slit again, emphasizing his point.  She gasped again, unable to control her reaction.  "But don't worry... I'm not gonna do anything that'll hurt you.  You just gotta relax."

"Jon..."

"Shhh.  You're a smart girl.  And hot as fuck.  I want you, Baby... and I know you wanna please me.  Right?"

"I..."

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh....." 

Breathing out the long, placating sound against her ear, Jon smiled at her nervousness.  He could tell it was partly authentic; while his wife had proven herself sexually adventurous there were certain acts she had placed strictly off-limits.  She was obviously struggling to discern how seriously Jon was taking this play-acting fantasy, without putting a damper on the mood.  Jon pulled his hands from their pleasurable positions and slid his arms around Cate's waist, pulling her tightly against him in a reassuring embrace. 

He chortled softly as he realized the action was in keeping with his role... many a time he had relaxed an anxious one-night stand partner with his tender faux-concern.  The tactic always worked, usually with extremely satisfying results for him.  But now wasn't the time to admit that to his wife.

"Listen, Baby.... I'm not gonna do anything you don't want me to do."  Jon murmured gently in Cate's ear as he hugged her, swaying side to side like he was soothing a child.  He could see her expression reflected in the mirror, and could feel her body relaxing.  "But I know what you like.  And I know what you're too shy to tell me you want.... So you gotta trust me, Baby.  You'll see.  Okay?" 

He smiled sexily at their reflection and felt her reaction against his body.  She was ready to go.

"O... okay."  Cate nodded slowly.

"Good." Jon brushed a kiss across Cate's jaw before murmuring against her ear.  "Stay right there." 

He helped her find her balance, then took only one step away from her.  Reaching aside, he dragged one of the low-backed wooden side chairs away from the table and positioned it in front of Cate, facing the mirror.  He smirked again at her inquisitive expression.

Jon stepped back behind Cate, moving up close and again sliding his arms around her waist.  There was a gleeful note in his husky voice when he spoke.

"Lemme tell ya something I've learned.... about Groupies."  Jon paused for Cate's throaty, relieved chuckle.  She could tell he was playing.  Or at least she thought he was.  That was fine with Jon, though the words he were about to speak were truth.

"Of all the girls who wanna spend the night with you, the redheadeds are the cream of the crop.  Blondes will suck your dick until it's dry, and they're always down for girl-on-girl.  Or threesomes.  Or Hell, four- or five- or ten-somes, for that matter.  Jon snorted through his smirk.  "But they get lost going from the bed to the bathroom in a fucking Holiday Inn standard room." 

Jon grinned at Cate's amused expression, reflected back at him in the mirror. 

"And brunettes... they're into some kinky shit, will let ya fuck 'em upside down hanging from a trapeze while eating a banana if that's what you want.  But it's hard as fuck to get rid of 'em.  They wanna stay with you.  All the time.  Like you have a fucking relationship."

Cate giggled softly at his exaggerated-annoyed expression.  "Oh, gee.  Poor rock star.  And what about redheads?  I suppose we're craziest of all?"

"Nah.  Gingers are great.  They know what they want.  They're all about business, no drama.  They'll suck you, fuck you, and stay the cuddle the rest of the night if that's what you want.  But come morning, they're gone.  You see 'em around the hotel, or in another town, it's all cool.  No expectations, no 'but you promised me' bullshit." 

Jon's grin turned to a knowing smirk.  "Yeah, redheads are great.  The best."  He reached up to finger the long auburn strand that snaked around the swell of Cate's breast.  "But here's the real thing I've learned about bringing a redhead back to your room, and I believe this to be universally true."  

Jon turned his head so his lips brushed Cate's ear, his voice dropping to a soft croon.

"She wants you to treat her like a lady.... and fuck her like a whore."

He grinned as her growl confirmed his statement.