"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.
"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.
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.
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...
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.
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.
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.
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."
"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..."
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.
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.
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
"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.
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."
worth the wait, I need to send you the bill for my melted laptop. It's still smoking. Welcome back
ReplyDeleteWelcome back Catte!
ReplyDeleteLMAO at poor impatient Jonny!
Hope they don't get busted by his parents and kids!
Awesome chapter. Definately worth the wait.
ReplyDeleteFINALLY!!!!!!!!!! But definitely worth the wait :-)
ReplyDeleteHopefully April 1st weekend is coming soon
I'm all revved up now and need a cold shower LOL
welcome back, a very seductive chapter, great chapter.
ReplyDeleteAwesome!!! Well worth the wait. Welcome back
ReplyDeleteAH AH AH AH OMG!!!! Hot Hot Hot Holy Crap can't wait til the next chapter! There will be a next chapter soon right? Your not going to wait as long I hope. I know things weren't good but now the next should just be as hot and Jon still needs to yell at his parents! and his kids! But please continue on this because Holy Crap I want to know what else he has planned!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteThat was so hot!
ReplyDelete'Knock Knock Knock'......"Jon honey are you here..Its Mum...Ive been trying to ring you for hours'.......MUM!!!!!!!!.......lol...sorry...Just had to add my little theory...That was an awesome chapter..Seems like finally Jon & Catte are back to their good ol' times...luved it!!..Thanx
ReplyDeletenew chapter soon please.
ReplyDeleteI understand life gets in the way of things. I hope this is not finished. You left us at the Gran Floridian LOL How do we get home from Disney? But seriously I too hope that you get back to this and us when you can. Midd Jon and Catte....
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