Chapter 83

They hopped up on a couple of the bar stools and Alex brought the coffee over then left to serve other customers. Sara took a quick sip of her coffee then slid off the stool again.

“Be right back, babe.”

When she returned from the bathroom, she found that one of the bolder girls had stolen her seat and was talking to Jon. He was trying to be polite, but answering in monosyllables, and his whole body language - if the girl had been perceptive enough to notice - was telling her to get lost. Sara went over and reached between them to pick up her coffee, smiling at Jon.

“Hey darlin’.” He kissed her softly, then slipped off the stool. “Here you go - sit down.”

“Thanks baby.”

Jon boosted her up onto the stool and stood behind her, one arm wrapped loosely around her waist. The girl finally seemed to get the idea and flounced off, back to her friends. Pressing his nose against her cheek, Jon whispered in Sara’s ear.

“Thanks for rescuing me, babe. She couldn’t seem to get the hint that I was waiting for somebody.”

“Aw, it’s just because you’re irresistible.” Sara teased him, rubbing her head back against his shoulder, and Jon laughed.

“In that case - if you can’t resist me - can we go back to the hotel?”

“Are you okay?”

“What? Yeah, of course I am.” His teeth nipped her ear gently. “I just want to get you somewhere I can get you out of those jeans.”

“Really? And why would you want to do that?”

“Because I want to see you. I want to touch you.” His voice was a soft, intimate growl, his mouth so close she could feel his breath in her ear as he spoke so softly no-one else could hear. “I want to undress you slowly, my darlin’. I want to taste your skin. I want to get you out of those pretty pink panties, then I want to slide inside you, where you’re hot and wet for me, and I want to hear you saying my name when you cum.” He chuckled as he saw the flush on her cheek and felt her shift slightly on the stool, speaking even lower. “Are you wet for me right now?”

“Mm-hm.” Sara didn’t trust her voice, especially when Jon’s laugh purred against her again and she felt his tongue touch just behind her ear. She was so ready for him, if he’d said he wanted to make love to her right here in the bar, she’d probably let him.

Moving his head away, Jon waved to Alex, who came over immediately, taking the money Jon offered.

“Thanks Alex. Guess we’ll see you tomorrow, then. Sara’s a bit tired.”

“Hold on and I’ll get your change.”

“Nah, it’s fine. Keep it.”

“Thanks. G’night then, guys.”

Jon pulled Sara off the stool and they left the bar as Alex watched, thinking to himself how much he envied Jon - and not only for his money!

They eased through the crowd to the door, escaping into the cool night air. The tide had come all the way in while they were inside, and they could just see the phosphorescent glow of the small waves breaking off to the right.

“Good thing we didn’t stay up on the rock, huh?” Sara murmured, looking out to where the dark shape loomed against the sky. The rock was completely surrounded by the sea now, waves breaking over the lower portion, and the water had covered the beach almost the whole way to the stone steps at the hotel.

“Yeah. I didn’t think the tide would come in that far. Guess we’re going back across the parking lot, then.”

Even the stream under the little wooden bridge was higher, with the incoming tide backing up the flow, and they paused on the bridge as Jon pinned Sara against the waist-high handrail, one hand either side of her as they kissed. Jon shifted slightly, rubbing his denim-clad thigh between hers, feeling the catch in her breath as the hard seam of her jeans pressed into her, and he could feel the heat of her even through the denim. He pushed his thigh against her again, tensing his leg so the muscle hardened, and now she pressed her hips down onto him with a soft moan.

“You’re a bad boy, Jon.” She whispered, but didn’t try to stop him, knowing nobody could see them in the dark.

“I’ve still got a lot of apologising to do.” He replied, then kissed her again, rocking his thigh as he felt the seam of her jeans catch her in just the right place, rubbing against her clit.

She whimpered, and Jon pulled back from her mouth with a smirk.

“Want me to stop?”

“Maybe you should.” She murmured, but he could hear the quaver in her voice, and he knew she didn’t mean it.

His thigh slid slowly back and forth against her pussy again, and she gave another whimper, reaching her mouth up to his and kissing him deeply as the rock hard thigh between her legs pushed her into orgasm right there on the bridge. Jon held her steady against the rail as she came, and now he wished they weren’t outside in a public place, because he ached to rip her jeans down and take her while she was still throbbing with her orgasm.

Sara gasped as she released Jon’s mouth, looking up at him with hazy eyes.

“I’ve said it before, but you’re very, very good at being bad, aren’t you?”

“Only with you, darlin’.” He let go of the rail and took Sara’s hand, grinning at her. “Of course,” he continued, “now I’ve got a blinding hard-on, and you’re gonna make me walk back to the hotel like this, aren’t you?”

“Well, it’s your own fault. You started it.” Sara giggled.

“Naw, it’s your fault, Sara. Your fault for being so hot I can’t keep my hands off you.”

“Poor baby.” She whispered, rubbing her hips forward against the hard protrusion in his jeans, hearing the change in his voice as he answered.

“Darlin’, if you keep doin’ that, the locals are gonna get a real show, because I’ll be ripping your jeans off right here. That what you want?”

“I could say ‘yes’, but I really don’t think we should.” Sara replied, moving off the rail, and Jon turned with her, walking off the bridge and heading for the parking lot.

As they crossed the tarmac, Sara looked over at Jon, grinning as her gaze dropped lower and she saw the straining denim at his crotch.

“Maybe you’d better walk behind me, when we get inside.” She said.

“Why?”

“To hide…..that!” She nodded toward his groin, and Jon grinned.

“Yeah, funnily enough I was just thinking about hiding that in you.”

Sara gave a shriek of laughter, pushing him with her shoulder so he staggered off balance, laughing with her. When they reached the hotel, though, there was nobody at reception, and they made it back to Sara’s room without having to try to conceal Jon’s arousal from anybody, but the idea of it kept them both laughing, and they stumbled into the room with Jon holding Sara from behind, nibbling at her neck.

He kept hold of her as she twisted around to close and lock the door, sweeping her hair off her neck as he ran his lips up to her ear and nipped at the lobe. She gave a long, drawn-out sigh as he spun her around so her back was against the wall, his mouth settling briefly at the base of her throat before he dragged his tongue up the line of her neck, biting her ear again. He pulled back from her for a second, his hands sweeping her t shirt up and over her head, then he tossed it away as his tongue slipped into her willing mouth, the taste of her more intoxicating than his favourite wine.

She winced slightly as he pressed his body against her, and Jon realised that there was a decorative timber rail on the wall, right against her back.

“Aw, hell - not more bruises.” He muttered. “Let’s take this somewhere a little more comfortable.”

Catching a handful of her hair, he playfully dragged her toward the bed, although she wasn’t exactly resisting. He pushed her down onto the bed, and stood between her knees, just looking down at her lying there in jeans and bra, her hair spread across the covers which were still rumpled from earlier.

Jon sat down on the bed beside her, smiling as he slowly trailed the tip of his index finger down her body, all the way from her throat to the waist of her jeans. He hooked his fingers at the double studs and tugged, popping them open, then sliding the zipper down. Sara was breathing deeper now, as Jon got to his feet again, pulling her sandals off her feet then gripping the cuffs of her jeans. Pulling on the denim, Jon got her jeans all the way off and dropped them to the floor before lying down next to her.

With one hand on her waist, he turned her onto her side, facing him, and Sara moved to lie tight against him as they kissed again. Jon’s hand settled comfortably onto her ass, holding her close as her tongue teased him, until she pulled back from his mouth.

“Take your clothes off.” Sara said in a low voice, rubbing her hips forward against his hard cock, still trapped within his jeans.

Grinning silently, Jon kissed her again then stood up obediently, quickly removing his shirt and jeans as Sara watched.

“Better?” He asked with a smirk, and she nodded.

“Much.”

Reaching down, Jon took hold of Sara’s hand and pulled her up into a sitting position, allowing his hand behind her to unhook the strap of her pink bra. As he pulled the straps over her shoulders, he could feel Sara touch his cock gently, feather-light, running her fingertips up the length of him to the sensitive head then back down to his body. Looking up at him with a deliciously naughty smirk, Sara pressed her lips to the tip of his cock, and he felt her hot tongue touch him briefly before she pulled away to speak.

“I love you, Jon.” That smirk returned, as she kissed his cock again with a slight giggle. “I love you both.”

“And we love you, darlin’. Now stop doin’ that, or we’ll be finished before we’re started! At least, I will be. You drive me crazy, woman.”

He dropped onto his knees beside the bed and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, burying his face against her breasts as he pulled her to the edge of the mattress.