“Jesus! I don’t know how you can keep your hands off of him!” Gretchen leaned over to yell in Veronica’s ear. “If he was with me I’d never let him out of bed....unless it was for a little change of scenery. Hell, it’s taking all of my restraint not to climb up on that stage and jump him now!”
Veronica laughed, knowing that Gretchen would never poach. “I guess he’s not too hard on the eyes.”
“As long as he’s hard everywhere else.” Gretchen gave her a knowing look.
Veronica felt herself blush and glanced up to see Jon on the ego ramp looking at them. Her face got even hotter when Gretchen grinned and gave him the thumbs up. Jon flashed his pearly whites, caught Veronica’s eye and winked.
During the bows, Jon kept shooting glances between Veronica and the back of the stage.
Gretchen noticed. “I think you’re wanted backstage.”
“Uh huh. He can wait though. He’ll survive. It’s been ages since I’ve seen you.” Veronica lead Gretchen backstage.
“But will you be able to wait? If you can, you’re a stronger woman than I am.”
Veronica grimaced. The truth was, after watching him run around the stage for the last two and half hours, coupled with her few days abstinence, her blood was pumping, her skin was tingling and she was all but aching for him. And she didn’t like that he affected her senses that much. Making him wait was as much for her own self preservation as anything else.
By now they’d reached the hallway behind the stage where the guys were emerging. When Jon saw them, he immediately left the laughing group of men and approached them.
“Did you enjoy the show Gretchen?”
“As always Jon. I don’t know where you get your energy though. I’m tired just from watching you.”
Jon chuckled and wiped a towel over his glistening face. “Years of practice and daily workouts.” He glanced at Veronica. “And incentive. So....were you bored?”
Veronica shrugged and fought not to smile. “Maybe not completely.”
Jon grinned and slid his arm around Veronica’s waist. “Gretchen, do you mind if I steal Ronnie away for a few minutes?”
“You disappoint me Jon, I thought for sure you’d need longer than a few minutes! Maybe I shouldn’t envy Veronica after all.”
Jon choked and Veronica laughed, familiar with Gretchen’s outspokenness.
Gretchen grinned. “Oh, go on. I’ll see you later.”
“You’re coming to the party right?” Veronica asked.
“Yeah, I’ll be there. We have a lot of catching up to do.” She glanced at Jon and winked. “I’ll see you in a few minutes.....or no earlier than an hour or so if you want to live up to my expectations.”
“I’ll see what I can do.” Jon promised with a leer at Veronica. “See you later.”
With that, he urged Veronica down the hallway and into his dressing room. Reaching behind him with one hand he turned the lock while with the other he gathered her close and took possession of her mouth.
It took only a split second before she was kissing him back and tugging at his t-shirt. He released her long enough for her to remove it. While her hands coasted down his biceps and over his chest his fingers closed on the tab of the zipper on her vest and tugged. His brows rose in surprise when it started to open.
“I thought that was just for decoration.”
“How did you think I get it on and off?”
He just shrugged. He hadn’t thought that far...and didn’t really care. In fact, all thoughts of clothing functionality left his brain at the sight of her breasts, displayed for his delectation in red lace.
“Is this for me?”
She didn’t like the knowing tone in his voice – or the smirk on his face in these circumstances. She sniffed and turned away. “Maybe, but since you don’t like it....”
The hard arm curving around her waist stopped her retreat and pulled her back against an equally hard chest. His breath was hot in her ear. “Oh no you don’t. Come back here. You’re not going anywhere. I have plans for you sugar.” Lips tugged on her earlobe. “You know that red’s my favourite colour on you.”
His free hand came up to cup a breast and gently knead, thumb rubbing her nipple. When her body responded to his teasing he lightly pinched her stiffening peak. His other hand smoothed over her stomach to the fastening of her jeans.
“Is it a matched set?” He watched in the mirror as the button popped open and he lowered the zipper to reveal another splash of red. “Aaah...it is!”
Veronica moaned at the sight and feel of his fingers on her breast and stroking her over the already damp silk and lace between her legs. She gripped his forearm with one hand and sank the other in his sweaty mane. Her head tipped to the side to give him free access, which he took advantage of immediately, nipping and nuzzling the sensitive skin of her neck and ear.
After a few minutes of tame teasing, Jon flicked open the front closure of her bra and slid the fingers of his other hand under her panties until there was nothing between his hands and her flesh.
“I love the red, but I like you best in nothing at all.” He bit harder on the spot where her neck met her shoulder and spread the moist evidence of her arousal along her cleft, pausing to rub the now swollen nub at the top.
For long minutes they both watched in the mirror as his hands played with her body. Suddenly Veronica couldn’t take it anymore and turned her head to meld her lips to his, tongue thrusting deep, urging his to join the play.
He didn’t have to be asked twice. Mouths mating, he felt her hips push against his hand and obliged, sliding a finger inside her. This time her moan was swallowed by their kiss, but the more insistent thrust of her hips got her point across. Jon added a second finger, reached deeper and stroked.
Veronica was lost in a sea of sensation. The wiring between her heated core, her breasts and the pleasure centres of her brain was working just fine. But as much as she loved what he was doing, it wasn’t enough. She didn’t want his teasing fingers, she wanted him. Feeling his erection pressing against her ass, she pressed back and swivelled her hips to rub against him.
Jon groaned, but agreed. Enough playing. He couldn’t wait anymore either. But he didn’t want to give up the view he was enjoying. The chair caught his eye and a memory flashed across his mind.
He broke the kiss to murmur against her lips. “Do you remember Amsterdam?”
It took a moment for Veronica’s mind to clear enough to understand the question. A glance around the room took in the mirror and the chair sitting in front of it, and she understood what he meant.
“Yes.” It was both answer and permission.
Jon urged her forward until they reached the chair, then positioned it properly for what they needed, facing the mirror, the back against Veronica’s hips. Taking a step back, he reached for her jeans and panties, stripping them off her hips in one smooth movement.
Veronica took a deep breath and bent over the back of the chair, bracing her hands on the seat.
For a long minute Jon just took in the sight she presented, letting his hand caress the firm globes of her ass. But his body wouldn’t let him delay. Undoing his pants and shoving them out of the way, he fit himself to her and penetrated her quickly and deeply. He froze at her cry.
“Okay? Did I hurt you?”
She could barely make out the growled words. She shook her head. “No. I’m fine, only....more Johnny, I need more!”
Gripping her hips, he started to thrust. Gently at first, but the feel of her hot moist channel fisting around him and the tableau they presented in the mirror soon had his control weakening and he increased his pace.
“Yes...Johnny...oh God!” The words came out in pants. She’d forgotten how deep he could get this way....and how good it felt. His fingers tightened in response to the point she was sure he was going to leave bruises, but she didn’t care. This was what she needed. “Don’t stop...Johnny....don’t stop. Mmmmmm. Oh God! Oh God!”
Lost to everything except sensation, he pounded into her. One part of his brain warned that he should be more careful, that he might hurt her, especially after he got a look at his face in the mirror. His eyes were slits, his face a deep red, sweat dripping off his nose and chin and glistening on his chest and arms. But he couldn’t stop. Something primitive took over and if anything, his thrusts got harder.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh God! Oh God! Yes....Johnny....yesssss......yesssss...Oh! Mmmm...Oh God! JOHNNY!” Screaming his name, Veronica went rigid. Convulsions ripped through her body.
The sound of his name being torn from her throat was music to his ears. Hanging on to the last thread of his control, he rode through her spasms and only when her body started to relax did he finally let go and let his own release overtake him. “Nica!”
Jon locked his arms on the arms of the chair to keep from collapsing on top of Veronica and hurting her. For several minutes the only sound in the room was the rasp of their heavy breathing.
Finally, he gathered the strength to straighten and they both groaned as his now soft shaft slid from her body. “Damn sugar! I think we’re getting better with age!”
Veronica chuckled breathlessly and stood up. “I can’t argue with you. What is it you always say? Like fine wine?”
Jon snickered. “Yeah.” He glanced at the clock. “And Gretchen should approve.”
She snorted and swatted his arm. “Go have a shower, smartass.”
“Uh uh. You first. If I join you we’ll never make the party.....and I’ll never hear the end of it.”
His bottom lip came out in a pout, but then reality set in. A chagrined smile twisted his mouth. “You obviously have more faith in my recovery time than I do.” He pulled her close and gave her a gentle, lingering kiss. “To be continued later then?”
She kissed him again. “Later.”