Chapter 31
Their mouths were fused together, tongues tangling, hungrily working to get to the other’s skin. Amber had his shirt open fastest, spreading her fingers through the warm, coarse curls of graying chest hair, finding the flat disk of a nipple, she dipped her head to it and began lapping at it, sucking it into her greedy mouth and nipping on its sensitive tip. Jon’s body responded instantly to her attentions, groaning at the contact of her hot, wet mouth. Pulling at her blouse, he untucked it, his hands seared by the heat of her body as he pushed her bra away from her breasts, needing to feel their yielding weight in his hands, kneading the subtle flesh. Raising her head to his, claiming her with his mouth working overtime on her lips, traveling across her jaw trailing greedy wet kisses as he found his way to her ear, tasting and nipping at the rim of it before sucking her earlobe into his mouth. Amber moaned, tipping her head back baring her throat for his attentions.
The door dinged their arrival at Jon’s floor, Amber threw an arm out to keep it open, unwilling to allow him to stop his assault on her throat. Licking and biting down on her bottom lip at the need pooling at her core, she could feel the wet heat between her legs and anticipation was making her that much wetter. Half cognizant of the door dinging again, Amber used what little conscious thought she had to pull Jon towards it. Growling his annoyance at losing contact with her heated flesh, Jon tugged her back towards him, clutching at her bared skin below the blouse hitched up barely covering her breasts.
Panting from the need to get him inside her, she dove her fingers into his hair and drew him towards her as she stepped out of the car just as the door closed behind them, Jon’s hands latching onto her breasts and squeezing as he pushed her forward.
Falling against the wall opposite the elevator, Amber huffed out her breath at the sudden contact before she gasped, as his mouth came down on hers in a blazing kiss that stole her senses. Framing his face with her hands, she held him tightly invading his mouth with her tongue, tracing his perfect teeth, pushing against the roof of his mouth, weaving itself around his tongue in a desperate attempt to get closer.
Feeling him moving away, following out of instinct, hearing rather than seeing him hit the wall as they advanced down the hallway in a slow dance of passion that consumed them both as they attacked and counterattacked, bumping from wall to wall along their way to his room.
Jon broke away gasping, suddenly aware of their setting and laughed a low, dirty growl “you’re dangerous” spotting his shirt halfway down the hall and her blouse closer, yet still like his laying in the hotel hallway that was reverberating with the sound of AC/DC’s Back in Black coming from Sambora’s room.
Under hooded eyes, she licked her lips “and you’re an incendiary device ”, a devilish grin teased at the corners of her mouth, “fuck me now, Jon”. Reaching up to bring his face back down to hers, devouring his mouth yet again. With a gasp, Jon felt her hand leaving his face and begin caressing his aching cock through the restrictive denim that ensconced it.
“Darlin” he breathed, “I need to get my key.” Reaching into his back pocket for the card key that had a post-it attached with his room number, looking at it and then at the doorway where they stood, he glanced around and saw his room was about where his shirt was laying. Dipping down for another kiss, the sound of the elevator arriving and the giggling laughter of multiple female voices distracted him, grabbing her hand he dragged her towards his room, sliding the key in the slot, turning the key and just barely escaping inside with his shirt and her blouse before the intruders turned the corner of their hallway and their voices got louder.
Amber started grinning at him. “I feel like a teenager whose parents almost caught her.”
Shaking his head, Jon’s own lips spread in a wide smile “and we evaded them.”
Laughing, Amber shook her head and then stilled, placing a finger over his lips, listening to familiar voices, Lainey’s and Tara’s and if she wasn’t mistaken, Bean’s and Stas’s were co-mingled with the very male tones that continued down the hall. “Looks like I’m not the only one that got lucky tonight.”
“I’m the one that got lucky,” his thumbs stroked her cheeks as his fingers tangled in her long, blond tresses. “I want you Amber Sullivan.” Appraising her nearly bared breasts, tight puckered nipples under the thin covering of the pink lace bra and the trembling need etched in her eyes, he dipped his head towards hers.
Watching as he moved closer still, that perfect curvy mouth opening slightly as it came down on hers, the smile was wiped from her eyes in a split second turning from teasing to smoky desire. Sighing as she gave over to her desire and melted into his perfect body that she didn’t want to admit to herself how much she’d wanted him.
Blindly leading towards the bed, connected by their mouths that couldn’t get enough of each other’s, Jon unhooked her bra, pushing her hands down to allow it to drop. Amber grabbed at his waistband unbuttoning and forcing the zipper down that was pressed so tightly against his cock. Reaching in she wrapped her fingers around its silky length, sighing at its heat and the pulsing of his heartbeat within it. His hands were busily unbuttoning and unzipping her pants, frustrated when they wouldn’t budge.
Loathe to release his erection, but more anxious to be naked, Amber unfastened the second button and shoved her pants to the floor, stepping out of them and returning her gaze to the dilated depths of his electric blue eyes. “I’m ready.”
Dropping his own jeans, Jon walked over them and took her into his arms, one hand splayed across her back, the other on her sweet ass pressing her against his erection. “I’m willing and able.”
Softly smiling, she shook her head at him again “is this when we burst into song?”
Not understanding with lust fogging his brain, one eyebrow quirked upwards in a boyish look of confusion.
She provided his answer as she shifted towards him, singing softly, something she never would have considered doing to him if she wasn’t intoxicated.
The door dinged their arrival at Jon’s floor, Amber threw an arm out to keep it open, unwilling to allow him to stop his assault on her throat. Licking and biting down on her bottom lip at the need pooling at her core, she could feel the wet heat between her legs and anticipation was making her that much wetter. Half cognizant of the door dinging again, Amber used what little conscious thought she had to pull Jon towards it. Growling his annoyance at losing contact with her heated flesh, Jon tugged her back towards him, clutching at her bared skin below the blouse hitched up barely covering her breasts.
Panting from the need to get him inside her, she dove her fingers into his hair and drew him towards her as she stepped out of the car just as the door closed behind them, Jon’s hands latching onto her breasts and squeezing as he pushed her forward.
Falling against the wall opposite the elevator, Amber huffed out her breath at the sudden contact before she gasped, as his mouth came down on hers in a blazing kiss that stole her senses. Framing his face with her hands, she held him tightly invading his mouth with her tongue, tracing his perfect teeth, pushing against the roof of his mouth, weaving itself around his tongue in a desperate attempt to get closer.
Feeling him moving away, following out of instinct, hearing rather than seeing him hit the wall as they advanced down the hallway in a slow dance of passion that consumed them both as they attacked and counterattacked, bumping from wall to wall along their way to his room.
Jon broke away gasping, suddenly aware of their setting and laughed a low, dirty growl “you’re dangerous” spotting his shirt halfway down the hall and her blouse closer, yet still like his laying in the hotel hallway that was reverberating with the sound of AC/DC’s Back in Black coming from Sambora’s room.
Under hooded eyes, she licked her lips “and you’re an incendiary device ”, a devilish grin teased at the corners of her mouth, “fuck me now, Jon”. Reaching up to bring his face back down to hers, devouring his mouth yet again. With a gasp, Jon felt her hand leaving his face and begin caressing his aching cock through the restrictive denim that ensconced it.
“Darlin” he breathed, “I need to get my key.” Reaching into his back pocket for the card key that had a post-it attached with his room number, looking at it and then at the doorway where they stood, he glanced around and saw his room was about where his shirt was laying. Dipping down for another kiss, the sound of the elevator arriving and the giggling laughter of multiple female voices distracted him, grabbing her hand he dragged her towards his room, sliding the key in the slot, turning the key and just barely escaping inside with his shirt and her blouse before the intruders turned the corner of their hallway and their voices got louder.
Amber started grinning at him. “I feel like a teenager whose parents almost caught her.”
Shaking his head, Jon’s own lips spread in a wide smile “and we evaded them.”
Laughing, Amber shook her head and then stilled, placing a finger over his lips, listening to familiar voices, Lainey’s and Tara’s and if she wasn’t mistaken, Bean’s and Stas’s were co-mingled with the very male tones that continued down the hall. “Looks like I’m not the only one that got lucky tonight.”
“I’m the one that got lucky,” his thumbs stroked her cheeks as his fingers tangled in her long, blond tresses. “I want you Amber Sullivan.” Appraising her nearly bared breasts, tight puckered nipples under the thin covering of the pink lace bra and the trembling need etched in her eyes, he dipped his head towards hers.
Watching as he moved closer still, that perfect curvy mouth opening slightly as it came down on hers, the smile was wiped from her eyes in a split second turning from teasing to smoky desire. Sighing as she gave over to her desire and melted into his perfect body that she didn’t want to admit to herself how much she’d wanted him.
Blindly leading towards the bed, connected by their mouths that couldn’t get enough of each other’s, Jon unhooked her bra, pushing her hands down to allow it to drop. Amber grabbed at his waistband unbuttoning and forcing the zipper down that was pressed so tightly against his cock. Reaching in she wrapped her fingers around its silky length, sighing at its heat and the pulsing of his heartbeat within it. His hands were busily unbuttoning and unzipping her pants, frustrated when they wouldn’t budge.
Loathe to release his erection, but more anxious to be naked, Amber unfastened the second button and shoved her pants to the floor, stepping out of them and returning her gaze to the dilated depths of his electric blue eyes. “I’m ready.”
Dropping his own jeans, Jon walked over them and took her into his arms, one hand splayed across her back, the other on her sweet ass pressing her against his erection. “I’m willing and able.”
Softly smiling, she shook her head at him again “is this when we burst into song?”
Not understanding with lust fogging his brain, one eyebrow quirked upwards in a boyish look of confusion.
She provided his answer as she shifted towards him, singing softly, something she never would have considered doing to him if she wasn’t intoxicated.
Help me lay my cards out on the table
You're mine and I'm yours for the taking
Right now the rules we made are meant for breaking
Bubbling from deep within him, laughter burst forward, singing the next two lines with her.
What you get ain't always what you see
But satisfaction's guaranteed
Willing to prove it, Jon scooped her up carrying her to the bed and following down without bothering to turn it down, thinking to himself how very fortunate he was to have brothers like his, who went to such great lengths to find her for him again. He’d have to thank them, but tonight, he was busy.
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