Chapter 3

They lay quietly together, Sara’s arms around Jon’s neck, and his wrapped loosely around her waist, occasionally running his hand tenderly up and over her bare back. Sara could feel the ache where he’d been so deeply inside her, and she felt more keenly aware of her own body than ever before. Jon’s forehead lay on her shoulder, his hot breath on her upper chest, then she felt the wetness of his tongue as he licked his lips.

Jon chuckled at the taste on his lips.

“What?” Sara asked, looking down at the blond head.

“You do taste of chocolate and orange” he said, raising his head to look at her with a smile. She smiled back, then stuck out her tongue at him. Before she could move, Jon’s mouth covered hers, sucking her tongue in as she involuntarily opened her mouth to him. The kiss was harder than before, with Jon probing deep into her mouth, and Sara returned the kiss with equal fervour. She felt Jon’s hand slide up her spine until it was buried in the mane of chestnut hair, his fingertips digging into the back of her head as he tilted her head to allow him fuller access. Against her thigh, Sara became aware of the growing hardness, and she heard a faint mewing sound. With a shock, she realised the sound was coming from her, and she dropped one hand from Jon’s neck, reaching under his open shirt and feeling the bands of muscle across his back contract at her touch. Jon started to ease Sara onto her back again, but at that second there came a loud banging on the door. They both started violently and Sara - already balanced close to the edge of the couch - fell to the wooden floor, narrowly missing the table.

“Owww! Dammit!”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. No. What time is it?” Sara looked at her watch. Eleven thirty. “Shit. Somebody was coming by to pick up some proofs. That must be them.” She rose to her feet and turned to the door, but Jon stopped her.

“Um - Sara….” he nodded at her top, still hanging loose around her waist where he’d left it. She giggled and pulled the straps up around her neck, quickly knotting them back in place. “You’d better button up too. I don’t have the proofs out, so they’ll have to come in for a minute.”

“It’s fine” Jon said, pointing at her camera “They’ll just think it’s for the photos. There are quite a few photos of me with my shirt open.”

“Just a sec!!” Sara yelled as the banging on the door started again, then looked at Jon with a sly smile. “I wasn’t talking about your shirt. What kind of photos do you think I take?”

Jon followed the direction of her eyes, down to his crotch and the stiff shaft poking out from his still-open jeans. “Ah. Right.” He tucked himself back in as best he could, then picked up his coffee mug and held it in his lap, trying to at least disguise the evident bulge behind his straining zipper.

Sara laughed as she walked across to the door, smoothing her skirt and trying to compose herself before she opened it. With a glance back at Jon, Sara yanked the door open. It was worse than she’d expected. Standing in the doorway was one of her closest friends, who just happened to work for one of the magazines that used Sara’s photos. When she had the time, Kay would come across herself to collect the photos, so she could catch up with Sara and scrounge a free coffee.

“Jesus! What took you so long? Any coffee?” Kay brushed past Sara, headed for the kitchen.

“Kay!” Sara virtually shouted, and her friend swung around in surprise, catching sight of someone on the couch as she did so.

“Sorry Kay” Sara spoke more quietly “I’m working”. Despite her efforts at composure, her tongue tripped over the word ‘working’.

“Oops - sorry hon.”

Sara led Kay over to her worktable, sliding open the lower drawer and pulling out a folder full of proofs. She flicked quickly through the folder, checking everything was there, as Kay twisted around to look back at the couch.

“So - who is it today, then?” she whispered.

“C’mon Kay - it’s not for your magazine, so you know I can’t tell you.”

“Saaa-raaa - it’s never bothered you before!”

Sara grimaced - that was true enough - but at that moment she heard Jon’s voice from the couch.

“Sara - is there any more coffee?” She was relieved to hear the tone of his voice - professional to professional - with no betrayal of their recent intimacy. Of course, she remembered now, he was a married man, so he wouldn’t want the liaison broadcast either. She decided to take her lead from him.

“Uh, sure Mr Bon Jovi, in the kitchen. I’ll get you some.”

“No - that’s okay - is it through here?”

Jon rose from the couch, shirt flapping open, and Sara clearly heard Kay gasp as he walked toward them, heading for the kitchen door. Unbidden, Sara’s eyes flicked to the front of his jeans, but he’d obviously waited until his arousal had subsided before he stood up. He smiled a greeting at Kay as he disappeared into the kitchen, and Sara braced herself for Kay’s reaction.

“Oh. My. God. Jon Bon Jovi? You’re shooting Jon Bon fricking Jovi, and you weren’t going to tell me?!”

Sara shrugged, and her friend shook her head sadly.

“I don’t believe you sometimes, Sara. How can you be so calm about this? He’s gorgeous.”

“Well, it’s not like it’s the first time I’ve photographed a good-looking guy, is it?”

“No, but you could at least enjoy it a little, instead of always being so damned cold and professional.”

“I am a professional, though” Sara protested, hurt by Kay’s words, and stunned that her close friend thought of her as cold.

From the kitchen, Jon could clearly hear the quiet conversation, and he had to bite his tongue and force himself not to walk out and leap to Sara’s defence. He couldn’t believe that a supposed friend would be so cruel, even if they thought they were justified. Hadn’t this girl ever heard of tact?! He decided to try another route, which would hopefully have the result of getting rid of Kay. He strode out of the kitchen, coffee in hand, looking at his watch as he approached them. He prayed Sara would pick up on what he was trying to do, and wouldn’t be upset by his sudden change of demeanour.

“Look Sara” he began, looking directly into her eyes, trying to make her understand “I don’t have all day for this. Can we get on with it?”

To his great relief, he saw a faint twinkle in Sara’s eyes as she smoothly picked up his cue. “Yes, Mr Bon Jovi. I’m sorry. Kay - are those all you need?”

Key was slightly open-mouthed, staring at Jon in disbelief, as Sara handed her the folder and pushed her toward the door. As she held the door open and urged Kay out, Sara muttered to her,

“Kay - you know what these guys are like. Everything’s got to be done when they want it. I’ll call you later.”

“You know, I didn’t ever think he would be such a prick.” were Kay’s parting words as Sara smiled and locked the door behind her. She closed her eyes, laughing, and leaned her forehead weakly against the door.

A soft footstep, then Jon’s voice close behind her.

“What did she call me?!”

“Well, she thought you were being mean to me” Sara tried to justify Kay’s comment.

“I wasn’t as mean as she was” Jon replied, pulling her hair back from one side of her face and bringing his lips right up to her ear, “Now, where were we?”

“On the couch”

“Ha ha - funny lady.” Jon caught her earlobe with his teeth, nipping gently, then pulled her hair further to the side so he could kiss the nape of her neck. Sara shivered, and she felt Jon smile, his mouth still against her neck, his teeth scraping against the knuckle of her spine, then the touch of his tongue again. This time, she was faster than him, turning to face him with a smile on her lips, and she kissed him softly, still smiling.

“Do you have anything more comfortable than that couch?” Jon asked between kisses.

“Hey! I’ve spent a lot of nights sleeping on that couch, when I was too tired to drive home!” Sara said, then relented at his crestfallen look “but I will admit it isn’t as comfortable as it used to be….which is why I now have a bed here.”

“Ah! Where?”

She turned to lead him in the direction, but Jon grabbed her from behind, kissing and nibbling her neck again as she walked slowly across to a door hidden behind the backdrop and lights. Sara opened the door, to reveal a small room furnished with a bed, chair, clothing rack and an enormous mirror.

“I use this as a dressing room, so people can change between shots.”

Jon looked at the mirror with interest, then kicked the door closed behind them and spun Sara to face him again.

“I want to see you” he murmured, and gently untied the halter again, this time untying the bottom part too, and dropping the scrap of cloth to the floor. Before he could remove her skirt, Sara pushed at his shirt so it slid down to join her top, then her skirt landed atop the pile. She shook her head, so that her hair covered her breasts, and began to move her hands in front to cover the triangle of soft fur at the base of her belly, but Jon flicked her hair back over her shoulders and pulled her hands to her sides, pinning them lightly so he could look at her.
He gazed at her in silence, drinking in the sweet curve of her body, from breasts to waist to hip, then the long supple legs. On one velvety thigh, he could see just the merest trace of blood, and he felt a kind of awe as he realised it really had been her first time.

Sara stared at the floor, but Jon’s silence intrigued her, and she glanced back up at his face, amazed by his rapt expression. He smiled then, as their eyes met, and drew her to him, kissing her forehead.

“You really don’t get it, do you?” he said, confusing her “You don’t see how lovely you are.”

She gave him a twisted smile, as though to say ‘yeah, right’, and he shook his head.

“Honey - look at yourself” he turned her to face the mirror, then slid his hands around her waist from behind, pressing himself against her back.

“I am looking - I guess I just don’t see what you do” Sara mumbled, then whispered low “I want to see you too.”

Jon kissed her shoulder then released her, sitting down on the chair to remove his boots, then standing again to undo his jeans, kicking them away impatiently. Sara reached out one hand and touched his chest, moving a little closer as she trailed her fingers down his body, drawing her nails gently over his belly and feeling the muscles tighten, then stopping as her hand touched the hair at the base of his belly. She flicked a glance to his face, seeing the calm, patient smile, then she dropped her gaze once more, for the first time looking at his hard cock, and biting her lip at the sight.

Timidly, her fingers trailed down to touch, and the light, almost innocent way she stroked him was almost too much for Jon, making him groan softly deep in his throat. She looked at his face again, and saw he was - like her - biting his lower lip, fighting for control. Matching the light touch, Jon laid his hands on her waist, moved them slowly up to cup her breasts, then higher, tangling in her hair as he drew her to him so he could taste the sweetness of her lips again.
Sara stroked him gently again, allowing him to turn her and push her down onto the bed, never breaking the contact of their hungry mouths, then Jon moved his mouth down onto the hollow of her throat again, and she arched her head back as he licked his way down to her breasts. Jon glanced to his left, realising that the entire bed - and their naked bodies - were reflected in the mirror, and he said in Sara’s ear “Look at the mirror.”

She looked over, then looked away, but he growled softly at her “I want you to watch.”

This time, Sara turned her head to face the mirror, and she saw Jon’s hand disappear between her thighs, then she sucked in a breath as he touched her, exciting her further with his clever fingers. Jon kissed her again, sliding his engorged cock inside her at the same time. He broke the kiss as they began to rock together, both of them now watching the mirror, and he could feel Sara tightening around him as her orgasm grew near, but he shifted a little, changing the angle to hold her on the very edge of release, teasing her now.

“Jon …. no…….please…” she dug her nails into his lower back, and he grinned down at her before surrendering to his own need, and driving into her much harder than before, making her head arch back even further as she came violently, crying out in the sweet agony. A few more deep thrusts, and Jon joined her in release, pouring himself into her with a hot rush. Panting, Jon pulled himself off Sara, flopping down beside her in the bed, still feeling the tremors running down his back and legs. Sara caught her breath, raised up on one elbow to kiss him softly, then snugged her head down on his chest. Jon shivered slightly as his skin cooled, and Sara reached for a blanket, covering them both warmly. Slipping one arm under her shoulders to hold her, Jon kissed Sara’s hair, then relaxed on the bed, enjoying the warmth of the blanket and the body next to him.