Chapter 15
The kiss deepened as she anticipated it would and wanted to lose herself in this moment afraid it would be her last taste of the man that was giving her well planned out life pause and reason to re-think Rafe and everything he stood for. His tongue assaulting her senses was making reason and logic fly away as desire and longing took its place. Fingers in her hair and inside the wisp of panties that barely covered her ass were her undoing as that luscious, sensual mouth was leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses down the slender column of her neck, talented fingers already releasing her bra and seeking her full, sensitized breasts that ached to have his lips on them. Groaning at her need, in a last ditch effort she mumbled something about leaving for the airport, hearing only the sounds of Jon’s mouth and lips sucking on her nipple through the thin material of her blouse that shredded any further conscious thought. Her hands tangled in his hair, holding him against her breast that tingled with streaking pleasure, only partially aware they were moving back towards the bed, his other hand stroking between her legs and the wet core of her longing to having him inside her. Suddenly his lips and hands were gone and she briefly mourned the lack of his touch, then saw the smoldering need in his eyes and stood silently waiting as he stripped her blouse over her head and undressed himself in seconds, carrying her down onto the soft comforter with him.
Jon wasn’t certain why he had to have this woman under him as often as possible and the thought of her picking up another man at the airport sent frissons of jealousy through him that he didn’t understand. But now seeing her naked beneath him, her nipples diamond peaks glistening with his saliva, her eyes heavily lidded, hands reaching for him and the little needy sounds emitting from deep within her were a drug that he was quickly becoming addicted to. Coming down hard onto her lips, he devoured hers, wanting, needing more, demanding with his body everything she could give and she responded in kind, this wasn’t like what they’d enjoyed all night, this was intense, hungry loving that each sensed the other craved. His hands were everywhere, touching, memorizing and treasuring for fear she was serious about this being a fling, although for him he couldn’t imagine there was any way either could stop what was building between them. She cried out when his teeth bit down on her nipple and he felt her trembling with the beginnings of her orgasm, his fingers almost roughly probing and stroking her drenched lips while her hand was tightly gripped around his cock fondling it in her own need to touch and take what he was offering.
Jon grabbed the pillows and yanked them down to where they were thrashing on the bed in the sexual contest to see who would get what they wanted first. He needed to be inside her before he came on her hand, his cock was throbbing with its need and it wouldn’t take long before he’d be beyond holding back. Seizing her body, he flipped her over the pillows and thrust inside before she had a chance to protest, her scream of orgasm, the feel of her vagina pulsing around him as she flew over the edge causing him to exhale forcefully as his own orgasm followed. Never had he felt something so powerful as that moment of release with little more than entry sending him to nirvana. Falling forward against her back, he could feel the little flutterings of her muscle spasms still clenching around his cock and he pushed up inside her again in response, smiling against her as she gasped at the sensation, still half hard he pumped a few more times, his fingers tweaking her super-sensitive nipples and felt as much as heard her sob when she found another orgasm. Lying there against her back, he hated that they needed to clean up and return to their real lives, wanting to be with her and to prove that she wasn’t just a good fuck, even if she was the most incredible one he’d had in memory. Pulling away, his hand couldn’t resist touching where his cock just vacated, sliding along the sticky wet folds, slipping up to her sweet little bud that he knew would still be throbbing in her post coital bliss and pinched it between his fingers, rubbing and flicking his fingers across its receptive surface.
Amber didn’t have the strength or desire to protest multiple orgasms, she feared she was falling for this man that would be gone in just a few hours and she’d be left with little more than memories of great sex and 24 hours of bliss. Lying against the pillow she pitched her bottom up higher to allow easier access, his hands were so soft and her mind was little more than quivering jelly to the sensations streaking through it. The insistence of his stroking was pulling her along, two fingers inside her, his thumb rounding her clit, his left hand gently stroking the planes of her bottom with an occasional smack that notched the need another level higher, a third finger entered and he found that place where she knew he would and all thought left as she soared again and passed out from intensity.
Going to the bathroom, Jon cleaned himself up, aware she’d be out for short minutes and rinsed a rag with warm water to return to the bed and began cleaning her as she laid on her back now, eyes closed and breathing steadily. Gently he cleaned between her legs in an attempt to remove the evidence of their lovemaking as she only stirred slightly from the careful ministrations he was performing for her. The sound of her cell phone going off didn’t even disturb her, rising and retrieving it he saw the caller ID said Rafe and suddenly he wanted to disconnect the call, even if she’d said he was a business associate. Rousing her softly, he called her name “you have a call.” The phone quit ringing and he frowned slightly “babe, that Rafael guy just called your cell phone, I think you’d better call back.”
Amber sat bolt upright at those words. “Oh shit! What time is it?” Looking at her watch she swore profusely and ran to her dresser pulling blouses out and letting them just hit the floor without thought “I’m going to be in so much trouble. Shit!” Settling on a pale blue one, she shimmied into it, saw how wrecked her carefully applied makeup was and cursed again running into the bathroom to repair it. Reappearing moments later, she saw Jon was dressed again too and seemingly waiting for something. “What?”
“I still need a ride to Evan’s and you need to call Rafael back.”
Flustered and not sure what to do, she hit redial and waited for Rafe to answer and then spoke in a rush before he could say anything. “Hi. I’m so sorry I got busy at home and then laid down for a couple minutes and must have slept longer than I thought. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes, just stay put. You’re at the Continental gate right? Gate 15?”
Jon couldn’t hear the answer, but would have been amused if he was the guy on the other end with her talking that fast without taking a breath, then he saw her face scrunch up as if she was upset by the answer she was getting. It took everything he had not to go to her and hold her in his arms, an overwhelming desire that he forced himself not to act on. This was all going too quickly for him to be comfortable with, yet she didn’t seem to reciprocate the feelings.
“Okay, fine. I’m sorry. I know it was irresponsible and stupid, but it happened. I’ll see you over there, yes, I’ll call Evan and explain. Good bye.” Off the phone she glared hard at Jon sitting on the edge of her bed again looking so patient and without even trying, so incredibly sexy and edible. “That was all your fault! Rafael is furious that I wasn’t there to pick him up. Evan’s going to be mad too and I could lose my job over this. And you, what do you do? Just sit there looking all smug because you managed to make me late for my job.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t intend on seducing you when you needed to do your job. You didn’t protest either.”
“How could I protest when the man I’ve dreamt about for the last fifteen years or so was kissing me? It’s not like I’m used to being kissed by the hottest rock god in the history of the world. Fuck Jon, I’ve wanted to lay you since I was fifteen. I’m thirty years old and every fantasy I’ve ever had you starred in and not one of them were as great as you are in real life. Now I’ve got to face my boss and coincidentally, your old friend and tell him that I blew off picking up our most important producer so I could get laid one more time by you. How the hell do you think he’s going to take it?” Stunned at herself for reading him the riot act, Amber blushed then for acting like such a bitch.
“Probably not too well if Evan is still like he was back in school. How about I smooth it over with him and this Rafael guy for you? I’m pretty good at smoothing ruffled feathers.”
Shaking her head vigorously, Amber could see disaster written all over this. “No! Do not even try to talk to Rafael. Not a chance. Just talk to Evan. I’ll take care of Rafe.” Pulling on a pair of sharply pressed slacks and the suit jacket that she intended to wear with the other blouse that was now laying on her floor, she straightened up and composed herself. “Are you ready to go Mr. Bon Jovi? You’re getting your ride to the party, just like you wanted.” Leading the way out of her apartment, she stopped long enough to feed Bounce and then exited, locking the door and wishing she didn’t have to be at this party. Not with Rafe and Jon both there and she guessed she was now in trouble with both.
Jon wasn’t certain why he had to have this woman under him as often as possible and the thought of her picking up another man at the airport sent frissons of jealousy through him that he didn’t understand. But now seeing her naked beneath him, her nipples diamond peaks glistening with his saliva, her eyes heavily lidded, hands reaching for him and the little needy sounds emitting from deep within her were a drug that he was quickly becoming addicted to. Coming down hard onto her lips, he devoured hers, wanting, needing more, demanding with his body everything she could give and she responded in kind, this wasn’t like what they’d enjoyed all night, this was intense, hungry loving that each sensed the other craved. His hands were everywhere, touching, memorizing and treasuring for fear she was serious about this being a fling, although for him he couldn’t imagine there was any way either could stop what was building between them. She cried out when his teeth bit down on her nipple and he felt her trembling with the beginnings of her orgasm, his fingers almost roughly probing and stroking her drenched lips while her hand was tightly gripped around his cock fondling it in her own need to touch and take what he was offering.
Jon grabbed the pillows and yanked them down to where they were thrashing on the bed in the sexual contest to see who would get what they wanted first. He needed to be inside her before he came on her hand, his cock was throbbing with its need and it wouldn’t take long before he’d be beyond holding back. Seizing her body, he flipped her over the pillows and thrust inside before she had a chance to protest, her scream of orgasm, the feel of her vagina pulsing around him as she flew over the edge causing him to exhale forcefully as his own orgasm followed. Never had he felt something so powerful as that moment of release with little more than entry sending him to nirvana. Falling forward against her back, he could feel the little flutterings of her muscle spasms still clenching around his cock and he pushed up inside her again in response, smiling against her as she gasped at the sensation, still half hard he pumped a few more times, his fingers tweaking her super-sensitive nipples and felt as much as heard her sob when she found another orgasm. Lying there against her back, he hated that they needed to clean up and return to their real lives, wanting to be with her and to prove that she wasn’t just a good fuck, even if she was the most incredible one he’d had in memory. Pulling away, his hand couldn’t resist touching where his cock just vacated, sliding along the sticky wet folds, slipping up to her sweet little bud that he knew would still be throbbing in her post coital bliss and pinched it between his fingers, rubbing and flicking his fingers across its receptive surface.
Amber didn’t have the strength or desire to protest multiple orgasms, she feared she was falling for this man that would be gone in just a few hours and she’d be left with little more than memories of great sex and 24 hours of bliss. Lying against the pillow she pitched her bottom up higher to allow easier access, his hands were so soft and her mind was little more than quivering jelly to the sensations streaking through it. The insistence of his stroking was pulling her along, two fingers inside her, his thumb rounding her clit, his left hand gently stroking the planes of her bottom with an occasional smack that notched the need another level higher, a third finger entered and he found that place where she knew he would and all thought left as she soared again and passed out from intensity.
Going to the bathroom, Jon cleaned himself up, aware she’d be out for short minutes and rinsed a rag with warm water to return to the bed and began cleaning her as she laid on her back now, eyes closed and breathing steadily. Gently he cleaned between her legs in an attempt to remove the evidence of their lovemaking as she only stirred slightly from the careful ministrations he was performing for her. The sound of her cell phone going off didn’t even disturb her, rising and retrieving it he saw the caller ID said Rafe and suddenly he wanted to disconnect the call, even if she’d said he was a business associate. Rousing her softly, he called her name “you have a call.” The phone quit ringing and he frowned slightly “babe, that Rafael guy just called your cell phone, I think you’d better call back.”
Amber sat bolt upright at those words. “Oh shit! What time is it?” Looking at her watch she swore profusely and ran to her dresser pulling blouses out and letting them just hit the floor without thought “I’m going to be in so much trouble. Shit!” Settling on a pale blue one, she shimmied into it, saw how wrecked her carefully applied makeup was and cursed again running into the bathroom to repair it. Reappearing moments later, she saw Jon was dressed again too and seemingly waiting for something. “What?”
“I still need a ride to Evan’s and you need to call Rafael back.”
Flustered and not sure what to do, she hit redial and waited for Rafe to answer and then spoke in a rush before he could say anything. “Hi. I’m so sorry I got busy at home and then laid down for a couple minutes and must have slept longer than I thought. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes, just stay put. You’re at the Continental gate right? Gate 15?”
Jon couldn’t hear the answer, but would have been amused if he was the guy on the other end with her talking that fast without taking a breath, then he saw her face scrunch up as if she was upset by the answer she was getting. It took everything he had not to go to her and hold her in his arms, an overwhelming desire that he forced himself not to act on. This was all going too quickly for him to be comfortable with, yet she didn’t seem to reciprocate the feelings.
“Okay, fine. I’m sorry. I know it was irresponsible and stupid, but it happened. I’ll see you over there, yes, I’ll call Evan and explain. Good bye.” Off the phone she glared hard at Jon sitting on the edge of her bed again looking so patient and without even trying, so incredibly sexy and edible. “That was all your fault! Rafael is furious that I wasn’t there to pick him up. Evan’s going to be mad too and I could lose my job over this. And you, what do you do? Just sit there looking all smug because you managed to make me late for my job.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t intend on seducing you when you needed to do your job. You didn’t protest either.”
“How could I protest when the man I’ve dreamt about for the last fifteen years or so was kissing me? It’s not like I’m used to being kissed by the hottest rock god in the history of the world. Fuck Jon, I’ve wanted to lay you since I was fifteen. I’m thirty years old and every fantasy I’ve ever had you starred in and not one of them were as great as you are in real life. Now I’ve got to face my boss and coincidentally, your old friend and tell him that I blew off picking up our most important producer so I could get laid one more time by you. How the hell do you think he’s going to take it?” Stunned at herself for reading him the riot act, Amber blushed then for acting like such a bitch.
“Probably not too well if Evan is still like he was back in school. How about I smooth it over with him and this Rafael guy for you? I’m pretty good at smoothing ruffled feathers.”
Shaking her head vigorously, Amber could see disaster written all over this. “No! Do not even try to talk to Rafael. Not a chance. Just talk to Evan. I’ll take care of Rafe.” Pulling on a pair of sharply pressed slacks and the suit jacket that she intended to wear with the other blouse that was now laying on her floor, she straightened up and composed herself. “Are you ready to go Mr. Bon Jovi? You’re getting your ride to the party, just like you wanted.” Leading the way out of her apartment, she stopped long enough to feed Bounce and then exited, locking the door and wishing she didn’t have to be at this party. Not with Rafe and Jon both there and she guessed she was now in trouble with both.
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