Chapter 120

Linda was woken from a deathlike sleep by the ringing of the phone. The previous night had been an unending rollercoaster of pleasure, with Richie trying to make good on his promise to make her beg him to stop. He failed, since the last thing Linda wanted him to do was stop making love to her, no matter how much she ached or how exhausted they both were from the relentless chase from one plateau of ecstasy to the next. They finally fell asleep in a tangle of sweating limbs and crumpled bedding, still wrapped in each other’s arms, not even conscious of sleep overtaking them.

She sat up groggily, or tried to, anyway, finding herself pinned under Richie’s outflung arm, one of his legs wedged between hers, too. Straining, she managed to reach the phone, just hitting the speaker button since it was closer than the handset.

“Hello?” Her voice was hoarse with the usual post-concert huskiness.

“Linda? It’s Tara….and Rue and Paula……”

“Hi. Hi Rue, hi Paula You girls up already? I’m still in bed.”

The other two voices chimed in their hellos, then Tara started to speak.

“So, is there something you want to tell us?”

“About what?” Linda asked cagily, getting distracted when Richie moved, coming awake as he heard the voices.

He gave a soft groan at the ache in his lower back, but slid up the bed to kiss her a silent good morning while Paula took over the interrogation.

“About what? About Richie Sambora, you fuckin’ whore! What’s going on?”

Richie looked startled at Paula’s words, but Linda laid her fingers over his lips with a smile and a shake of her head.

“What about him? You mean because I managed to get a backstage pass?”

“Backstage pass?” Tara snorted. “No, we mean when he came over to you on stage, Linda. After One Last Goodbye.”

“How did you……” Her voice trailed away as her mind filled in the blank, confirmation coming in Rue’s voice through the phone.

“Remember that great big screen, Linda? Well, you were on it, girlfriend. With Chesty’s tongue halfway down your throat.”

‘Chesty?’ Richie mouthed to Linda, enjoying listening in while the other three didn’t know he was there, grinning when she blushed.

“That was on the big screen?” Linda squeaked in disbelief. “Shit. I didn’t know.”

“I’m not surprised. You were - ummmm - otherwise engaged.” Tara again. “So spill it! What’s going on?”

“Well,” Richie laid his head on her shoulder as she replied, and Linda stroked his hair absently, “A couple of weeks ago, I was driving to work, and this guy banged on the window of my car. It was Richie - he’d seen my bumper sticker. We had dinner that night, then I thought he’d forgotten about me when he didn’t call again.”

“Never.” Richie whispered in her ear, following the words with the tip of his hot tongue sliding into her ear, making her shiver.

“And……” Rue prompted, and Linda tried to get her mind back on her story as Richie gently sucked on her earlobe.

“And he did call, a few days later, after the Florida show. He’d been a bit preoccupied with some trouble a friend was having, but he called me, and I went out to spend the weekend with him. That was last weekend.”

“You went to LA? Just like that?” Paula this time.

“Richie bought me a plane ticket.” She clarified. “Then he invited me to come to the Habitat show last night. I decided not to tell you guys - just to surprise you at the show. Guess I did that.”

“Oh, yeah, I think you can safely say you surprised us.” It was Tara again. “So, who was the girl you were standing with? The one Jon kissed.”

Linda looked at Richie, wondering what she should say, and Richie decided to stir things up a little more.

“That was Sara.” He said, and there was a deathly silence on the other end of the phone.

After a few moments, Linda spoke again. “You still there, Tara?”

“Yeah……..who was that, Linda?”

“Huh?” She grinned as Richie nipped her ear. “Oh, that. That was Richie.”

“Richie.” Tara said flatly, and Richie chuckled.

“That’s my name.” He said. “Who’s that?”

“Tara.” Linda had never heard Tara sound so surprised, and she took pity on her friend.

“Richie - somewhere or other, on the other end of the phone, are Tara, Paula and RuthAnn. Three of my best friends. Tara, Pula, Rue - Richie.”

Paula and Rue said hello, sounding about as shocked as Tara had, but none of them were shrinking violets, and they were swiftly recovering their scattered thoughts.

“So which one of you called my girl a fuckin’ whore?” Richie asked, Linda’s heart fluttering as he called her ‘mine’ again.

“That would be me.” Paula said. “But it’s a term of endearment, really. Hell, I call everybody a fuckin’ whore.”

“She does.” Linda confirmed to Richie with an apologetic smile.

“I guess we should go,” Rue said, “let you get back to……whatever you were doing.”

“We were sleeping.” Richie said, then glanced at his watch. “But it’s a good thing you woke us, ‘cause we’ve got a lunch date, hon.”

“We have?” Linda looked puzzled, and Richie nodded. “Okay, then. Guess I’ll talk to you later, girls. When do you head home?”

“We’re staying around until the weekend.”

“Okay, I’ll call you, Tara. We could go for lunch, or dinner, or something?”

“Great idea.” From the tone, Linda knew what Tara really meant was ‘great idea - we can grill you for all the details on Richie’. “Bye, Linda.” A pause. “Bye, Richie.”

“Yeah, bye, girls.” Richie purred as he moved closer to Linda, reaching across and hitting the speaker button as the three voices chorused goodbye.

“Good morning.” He said, propping himself on an elbow so he could look down at her, his other hand lazily tracing from her shoulder, down to cup a breast, his thumb rubbing around her nipple.

“Good morning.” Linda smiled up at him. “We have a lunch date?”

“Huh?” Richie had slid down the bed a little, and his voice was muffled until he raised his mouth from her breast again. “Oh, yeah. Lunch. We’re going over to Jon’s new place.” A thought occurred to him, and he lifted his head to look at her, slight concern in his eyes. “Sorry. If that’s okay with you, Linda? Jon and I talked about it yesterday, but I guess I didn’t ask you, did I?”

“Of course it’s okay. I didn’t have any plans, anyway.”

“Cool.” Richie mumbled around a mouthful of her nipple, Linda sighing deeply as he sucked harder.

His leg was still hooked between hers, and Linda could feel the stiffening of his cock on her thigh. She moved her leg beneath him, rubbing against his groin, and Richie shifted his weight so he was between her thighs, his mouth still teasing her nipple.

When the tip of his cock slid inside her, Linda gasped, and Richie froze, lifting his head to look at her.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah…..just……still sensitive from last night’s marathon I guess.”

Richie pulled back slightly, but Linda shook her head. “No. I want you. Just…….just slowly, ‘kay?”

“Slowly I can do.” Richie purred.

He pressed forward into her heat a fraction of an inch at a time, until the base of his cock was jammed against her clit. Linda shuddered as he seated himself fully inside her, then Richie just as slowly drew himself back, almost right out of her, before sliding deep again, moving so slowly and perfectly that Linda felt tears spring to her eyes.

“Lin?” Richie saw the tears, and misunderstood until Linda reached her hands to his face with a moan, drawing his mouth down to hers.

This was a side of Richie that Linda hadn’t really experienced before, the infinitely patient lover, giving every consideration to her comfort and pleasure, without a thought to his own needs. With long, slow strokes, he built her excitement until she was writhing under him, his lips moving from her mouth to her breast and back again, feeling her moan into his mouth. He increased the pace slightly, still stroking his full length in and out of her, knowing with the instinct of a talented lover that she was ready to take him more forcefully now, beginning to surrender to his own desire.

Linda was moaning as Richie began to butt against her harder, rising onto his arms above her and grinning as she traced her fingers up the line of his biceps, feeling the knotted muscle as he strained to hold back as much as he could. There was a question in his dark eyes and she looked up at him, arching her head back and gripping his arms as she whispered her response.

“Yes. Yes, Richie……now……”

Now that he had her consent, Richie gave a low growl of satisfaction, his slow, deliberate thrusts gaining momentum as he drove himself deep, yet still using his full length to madden her. Linda slid her hands up his chest, feeling the dampness of sweat in the patches of hair, but she didn’t linger there, bringing her hands up into his hair, dragging him lower so she could kiss him. Richie pulled her up for a moment, his free hand grabbing a pillow and throwing it low on the bed, so that when he laid her down again, the pillow held her hips higher, and he felt her legs tighten around him as she started to cum from the new pressure inside.

He shifted position, driving himself lower, holding her back from orgasm a little longer, wanting to cum with her, then as he felt his pulse thundering in his ears he changed his movement again, letting his cock push against that spot just inside her, one hand seeking out her clit, prolonging her climax as he poured himself into her. Linda screamed as she came, then her voice turned to exhausted sobbing breaths as Richie fell onto her, the muscles of his lower back knotted into steel hard bands.

As they lay like that, Linda still half-sobbing, they heard a growl, and Linda turned her head to see Cody standing by the bed, growling at Richie with his lip raised in a snarl.

“Shit.” Linda panted, reaching out a trembling hand to her dog. “S’okay, Cody. Mommy’s okay…..mommy’s better than okay….” She looked up at Richie as she stroked the retriever’s ear. “He thought you were hurting me.”

“I’d never hurt your mom, buddy.” Richie stretched out to pat the dog, who accepted the apology with a wag of his tail, then lay down next to the bed.

With a groan, Richie took his weight on his arms again, easing back out of Linda, and she gasped as he slipped free, rising onto his knees between her thighs with a tired grin. He tugged at the pillow under her ass, pulling it free so she lay flat on the mattress again.

Leaning down, he kissed her, and Linda gave a moan as his thigh brushed against her pussy, so oversensitised that even the light touch was almost painful. Richie straightened his arms, looking down on her, his hair tumbling around his face so that Linda had no choice but to reach up to touch it, her hand moving without thought.

“As much as I want to just lie here with you all day, Linda, if we’re going to see Jon and Sara for lunch, I guess we should think about getting out of bed.”

“I suppose so. Hell, I’d better get up and feed the animals. That’s probably why poor Cody came visiting - he’ll be starving.”

Richie pulled Linda to a sitting position, giving her a soft kiss as he sat back on his heels.

“Why don’t you go feed them, and I’ll get the shower going for us.”

“Okay, sweetie.”

So Linda threw on a robe and headed downstairs, trailed by Cody, and Richie wandered naked into the bathroom, Linda joining him in the shower a few minutes later.