Chapter 43

Sara washed up the dirty plates and stacked them to dry, then took her coffee along to the bedroom. As she passed the bathroom, she could hear Jon singing softly in the shower. She couldn’t make out the words over the sound of the water, but she could hear his voice, and she felt a prickling on the back of her neck as she listened.

In the bedroom, she pulled the towel from her head, but decided not to bother drying her hair just yet, dropping the towel onto a chair as she went into the closet to look for clothes, despite Jon’s instructions! Without even realising, she was singing, too, softly murmuring the lyrics of Me & Bobby McGee as she stood looking absently at the shelves.

Jon finished his shower and rubbed himself down with a towel then wrapped it around his waist, leaving the bathroom to look for Sara. Not in the kitchen, so the only other place was the bedroom. The very thought made him smile, and he headed up the hallway. He could hear her voice, and thought at first she was on the phone, then caught the rhythm of her voice and realised she was singing quietly.

He grinned - seemed like maybe they both had it bad, singing in the mornings - and he stepped into the closet behind her, giving his head a shake so water sprayed over her bare shoulders. Sara jumped, stopping singing as she turned around.

“I didn’t hear you come in. Good shower?”

“Yeah. I heard you, though - singing. Is somebody happy this morning?”

Sara blushed. Dammit - he’d heard her? She never sang in front of anybody. Bad enough when he and Richie had heard her through the door, but at least that had been muffled.

“Ooh - sorry - you weren’t meant to hear me. I heard you, though, in the shower. Sounded like you’re happy.”

“I am.” He gathered her to him, his hair dripping on her as a smile crinkled the corners of his eyes. “You make me happy, Sara.”

“Yeah, until you heard me singing.” She joked. “But you make me happy, too, Jon. Happier than I ever remember being before, if that’s not too sappy.”

“Doesn’t sound sappy to me, babe. I’m just glad we’re both feeling the same thing. I’m glad you decided to give us a chance - to take a chance, really.”

“Me too.” Sara said, then tilted her head back. “Kiss me?”

“Whatever you say, ma’am.” Jon said with a grin, bringing his mouth onto hers as she smiled back.

Sara ran her hands up into Jon’s hair, slicking it back off his face as she opened her mouth to accept his tongue. She backed up slightly as Jon pressed against her, until her back hit the shelves and she could go no further, resting against the timber as Jon’s hands moved down, creeping up under her towel. Sara dropped one hand from his head, scraping her fingers up his thigh and pushing the towel up so she could grip his muscled ass, pulling him closer.

Jon shifted his feet, pushing one thigh between Sara’s, and she could feel him growing hard against her as he tried to pull off her towel, but it was tucked too tightly around her. Frustrated, he pulled back from her mouth, the better to see what he was doing, and as he took hold of the edge of the towel, of course, his cellphone rang out in the bedroom. He glanced out of the closet door, then pulled at the towel again.

“Fuckit.” He muttered. “They can call back.”

But he didn’t really mean it, and Sara knew, pushing him back gently.

“Go on.” She said patiently, and he sighed, walking out to find his phone.

Sara decided just to get dressed, and she picked up a pair of panties, then grabbed jeans and a shirt, carrying them into the bedroom as Jon found his phone and picked up the call.

“Hello?” He grimaced. “Fuck - it’s you. Whaddya want?”

Looking over at Sara, and disappointed to see she was starting to get dressed, he mouthed ‘Richie’.

“Yeah, it’s a bad time, but it doesn’t matter now - she’s putting her clothes on!”

Gasping at his words, Sara slapped Jon’s bare shoulder - hard - and he yelped then laughed at her expression. Sara pulled on her shirt as Jon continued his conversation, then a thought struck her and she smiled, walking around in front of Jon where he sat on the edge of the bed. He looked at her quizzically as she laid a finger briefly against his lips, cautioning him to silence, then she gently kissed his cheek, moving her lips down onto his neck.

“Hey, Rich - the party tonight - what time is it?”

Jon tried to concentrate on the conversation as Sara’s mouth paused at the base of his throat, her tongue slipping across his skin, before she dropped lower to suck his nipple. He had to bite his lip to stop a groan when her hand sneaked under the towel, cool fingers closing around him as she looked up at him wickedly, unwrapping the towel with her other hand.

She dropped onto her knees in front of him, looking up at him again, seeing him grinning and shaking his head at her, then she carefully stroked her tongue along the underside of his cock like a child with a lollipop. Sara closed her lips around the swollen head, sucking gently as her tongue flicked against him, and she heard a faint quake in his voice now as he spoke to Richie.

Still listening to Richie - more or less - Jon laid his hand on Sara’s head, intending to pull her back, but found that his hand wouldn’t do it, pressing her closer instead. Sara’s instincts were good, and she let Jon push her mouth further onto his cock, her tongue forming a hard point that she dragged against him. She could hear him talking to Richie, sounding as though he was trying to finish the call, and she felt his fingers fisting in her hair as she sucked on him again.

Now Jon managed to force his muscles to obey, tugging lightly on Sara’s hair so she released him, though she closed her mouth fractionally so her teeth dragged across his flesh and he had to fight back another moan. She looked up at him, seeing the look on his face, and she grinned, Jon shaking her head gently by the handful of hair he still held. Sara kept her eyes on his face now, softly kissing the very tip of his cock and dabbing with her tongue, before she rose higher on her knees, placing both hands on his stomach and pushing him over backwards.

She climbed onto the bed, straddling Jon and looking down at him as she slid herself onto his cock, burying him in her heat. Jon put one hand on her ass, biting his lip again.

“Richie? Yeah, bro - we’ll see you tonight. Yeah, Sara’s coming.”

At that, she bent forward to whisper in his free ear, “Not yet I’m not.”

“I gotta go, Rich. Bye.”

Without even waiting for an answer, Jon clicked off the phone and tossed it away, grabbing Sara with both hands and throwing them both over so she was on her back beneath him.

“You’re a bad, bad girl.”

“Just getting you back for before, when you………ohhhh…”

Jon rippled his hips, thrusting forward hard and cutting off Sara’s words. She had already brought him close to orgasm, but he tried to hold back, wanting Sara to come too. Feeling him back off, Sara smiled at him.

“Please, Jon - I want to feel you cum inside me……..please? Just you……”

Kissing her lips, Jon let himself go, with Sara just holding him in the circle of her arms as he butted against her, his ass and thighs giving their power to his thrusts. After her teasing, Jon came quickly, and Sara gloried in the sensation of his heat flooding into her, filling her, and she held him close as he relaxed, stroking his face.

As Jon got his breath back, he rolled onto his back again, pulling Sara on top of him. He looked up at her, lying on top of him wearing only a t shirt, and he smiled.

“God, Sara, you’re……..” He hesitated. “Damn. Okay, I’m going to say this - I need to say this - and I just hope I don’t freak you out.”

“What?”

“I…….,” Jon took her face in his hands so he could look straight into her eyes, so she couldn’t turn away from him. “Sara - I think I’m falling in love with you.”