Chapter 11

Sara went off to find something to wear while Jon helped himself to more coffee, grinning at the crazy dragon on the back of her robe. He stood for a moment, considering, then quietly followed along the hallway to the bedroom, where he could hear Sara opening doors and drawers.

Standing in the doorway, sipping coffee, Jon watched an unsuspecting Sara as she emerged from a walk-in closet, wearing only a red thong and matching bra. She was over by the mirror, pulling her hair back and about to pick up a clip to secure it when she glanced up and saw him watching her. Spinning around to face him, she let go of her hair, and it fell in a soft curtain that covered most of what he’d been admiring.

“What?” She asked as he smirked at her, but she was smiling too. “Can I help you with something, Mr Bon Jovi?”

Jon shook his head, still standing leaning on the door frame. “Nope. I just like watching you. Didn’t you know I’m a peeping tom?”

“Shouldn’t that be peeping Jon?”

“Probably. So…...do you have a lot of work to do today?” Jon watched the sunlight play on the sparkles that were all over her body, feeling a kind of hollowness in his belly as she ran the fingers of one hand through her hair, pulling it off her face in an unconsciously sensual motion.

“Just a whole lot of boring paperwork. I was supposed to do it yesterday, but I never got the chance. Something, uh, something came up that I had to deal with instead.”

Jon chuckled softly. “And what if something came up this morning?” He joked, but his laughter died in his throat when Sara walked slowly over to him, her long stride swivelling her hips, and a delighted smile on her face when she saw his expression.

She stepped right up close to him, her hands in his wet hair as she pulled his head forward to whisper in his ear.

“What do you think?” She breathed, nipping at his ear lobe, then she felt his lips on her own ear.

“I think I need to put this coffee down.” He murmured back to her, and she could feel him smiling.

“Yeah,” she gave him a naughty grin, “I can feel the mug digging into me.” Then, pulling back from him and looking down, “Oh, it’s not the mug!”

“I thought you were so sweet and innocent!” Jon said with a wry smile. “You’ve got a very dirty mind. I like it!”

Sara pouted at him. “I was sweet and innocent until I met you. You’re just a bad influence, Jon. I’ve known you, what - three days, and I’m walking around in front of you virtually naked. You said it yourself - you’ve corrupted me.”

Jon managed to put the mug down on the floor, running his hands lingeringly up Sara’s legs onto her waist as he straightened.

“You’re not nearly naked enough for my liking.” He told her, unsnapping her bra and tossing it to the floor as she giggled and dragged her fingers down his chest, hooking them into the waistband of his jeans as she rubbed against him like a friendly cat.

“That’s a bit better.” He muttered, pushing her hair back from her face so he could kiss her, holding the long tresses in one hand while the other dropped to her breast, squeezing gently as he played with her nipple. Sara moaned deep in her throat when he pinched her nipple, the tip already almost unbearably sensitive, and her tongue flickered against Jon’s, twisting sinuously in his mouth.

She moved her hands on the waist of his jeans, unfastening the button and slowly running the zipper down until his hard cock sprang out. Their mouths still teasing each other, Sara scraped her nails through the coarse, curly hair at the base of his belly, feeling Jon’s hand tighten on her hair as her fingers closed around him.

Breaking the kiss, Sara looked down at the rigid shaft in her hand, stroking gently, then she kissed Jon softly before dropping to her knees in front of him. Now she was unsure of herself, but she decided to follow her instincts and see where they took her. Again, she stroked her hand along his length, and looked up to see Jon smiling down at her, happy to let her take control - at least for the moment. She tugged on his jeans, pulling them down to his knees, then easing them all the way off his legs, leaving them in a tangled pile around his feet.

Rising higher on her knees, Sara kissed his hard belly, working her way across the ‘v’ of sculpted muscle until she reached an intriguing pair of freckles on his side. She kissed each freckle lightly, leaving a tiny smear of moisture over each where she had laid her tongue, then she trailed her tongue down, following the line of muscle until she found herself back at his crotch. So delicately that Jon wasn’t able to tell when she was actually touching him, Sara alternately kissed and gently blew on the sides of his cock, lightly stroking the inside of his thigh with one hand. Gazing up at him through her lashes, Sara ran the slick underside of her tongue across the very tip of him, watching him close his eyes, then she kissed the distended head before tentatively taking it in her mouth.

Jon felt her teeth slide apart, scraping slightly across his most sensitive skin as she opened her mouth to him. His head dropped back, caressing her hair as she sucked on his cock, her intuitive, untutored actions making him harder still, but this wasn’t what he wanted, not today, although it took an effort of sheer will for him to force his eyes open again. He opened his mouth to say her name, just as she rippled her tongue against him, turning his words into a pained groan as he struggled to control himself.

He pulled back from her a little, and Sara released him, looking up in confusion. Jon put his hands around her face, pulling her to her feet with a smile.

“Not this time.” He told her softly, kissing her lips. “Right now, I want you.”

This time, when he kissed her, all gentleness was gone, as they devoured each other’s mouths, Jon pushing Sara back toward the bed, tripping and stumbling as he tried to free himself from his jeans. He threw her down on the bed and lowered himself on top of her, plunging his tongue into her mouth as her fingers closed on the back of his head, trying to bring him even closer to her. When Jon ran his hand down her body, down between her legs, he could feel the wetness and heat through the thin strip of her thong, and he knew she was as ready as he was. Not even bothering to take the time to pull her panties down, Jon yanked the fabric to one side, and thrust inside her, hearing her cry out at the force with which he entered her.

He tried to pull away, thinking he’d hurt her, but Sara moaned a protest, a refusal, and brought one leg up, hooking her ankle behind his thigh to keep him close as her fingers dug painfully into his scalp, and she held his mouth captive to her kiss. This was a side of Sara that Jon hadn’t imagined, had never expected her wildness, and it excited him more, knowing just how much she wanted him, making him pound into her almost violently.

Now Sara did break the kiss, every breath sobbing in her throat as Jon hammered into her, and she could feel her orgasm building until it was almost a physical pain, before it was finally too much. Jon felt her bucking wildly beneath him, and poured himself into her as he came, her contractions wringing the last drops from him as he collapsed on top of her, panting for breath.

As his muscles relaxed again, Jon tried to roll off Sara, but she tightened the grip she still had on him with one leg, keeping him inside her as the sweat cooled on their bodies, until their breathing was almost back to normal then, with the tiniest movement, Jon’s cock slipped out of her, leaving her feeling empty.

Jon rolled onto his side, propping himself on one elbow to look at Sara, who rolled to face him, eyes glowing and a mischievous smile on her lips.

“Is that it?!” She asked, mock serious, dissolving into giggles as Jon looked briefly shocked, then burst out laughing, shaking his head at her.

“I think I’ve overdone the corruption.” He said with a grin, and Sara laid a hand on his face, kissing him chastely.

“Okay.” she told him, with huge, innocent eyes, “I’ll be good.” But she couldn’t hold the solemn expression, and a beaming smile spread across her face again as she looked at him.

“Oh no! What time is it?” She suddenly asked, grabbing his wrist to look at his watch. “Shit! I was supposed to be at the studio by now! Kay’s coming over for coffee this morning!”

As she spoke, the phone began to ring, and she rolled onto her belly, then crawled across the bed to the phone.

“Hello? Hi Kay - yeah, I’m still here.” She flinched as Jon tickled her foot, trying to kick him away gently as his fingers ran along her foot and ankle.

“Sorry Kay, what was that? This is a really bad line!” Jon grinned as he rolled over to Sara, now kissing her ankle and moving further north, making her slap at his head with her free hand.

“I know - I said I’d be there at ten, didn’t I? Sorry.”

She struggled to keep her voice even as Jon pushed her over onto her back and began kissing her belly, working his way leisurely up to her breasts. Jon could hear the voice on the other end of the line, and thought she didn’t sound happy at all.

“No, I won’t be able to get in now until lunchtime.” A pause as the voice on the other end started again. “Sorry Kay - tomorrow maybe?” Now Sara glanced down at Jon, who was watching her with those electrifying blue eyes as his clever tongue flicked over her nipple, and she smiled.

“Okay, hon, I’ll see you later.”

This time Jon clearly heard the other voice, asking Sara if she was okay.

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine.” She replied, “Something came up, that’s all.”

She was laughing as she hung up the phone and grabbed Jon by the hair.

“What am I going to do with you?” She asked him, and he just smiled.