Caught in the Downpour...

Hot damn.

Lips curved upward in a devilish grin and Jon placed his glass with the rest of the discarded glassware.  Unhurried fingers circled her wrist, drawing her closer.  The candles shrouded them with an amber glow, casting shadows across them both, and he strained to make out the expression in her eyes.  “I do admire a woman who knows what she wants.  Especially when it happens to be the same thing I want.”

“Yeah?”  Sheridan made no move to touch him, nor to break away from his easy grasp.  “Just so we’re clear, what exactly is it that you want?  I’d hate to have some kind of misunderstanding.”

There was no misunderstanding.  None.  Her shallow breathing told him that she was anxiously awaiting confirmation that he was willing to give.

Respecting her decision to limit their touch he, too, made no move.  All he did was tell her frankly, “I want you.  In my bed.  Under me,  over me, around me.  Preferably all night.  That clear it up for you?”

The air hissed through her teeth, and he took that as a positive sign, particularly when she took a step forward and placed a hand on his chest.  “Crystal clear.”  Her wrist rotated in his grasp so that she could grip his arm the same way, locking them together in a human handcuff.  “Just wait until I’m gone before you put the notch in the bedpost.  Mmk?”

He jerked sharply, unbalancing her enough to tumble into his chest.  Stabilizing her with a strong arm around her back, he dipped his head.  “Cute.  Now shut up and kiss me.”

Sheridan’s panties went instantly damp.  The cocoon of darkness only made her more conscious of the voice husky with desire.  And the heat of the breath seeping from his nostrils as the wide mouth settled over hers with authority.

Melting into his arms, she moaned her surrender when his thick tongue slipped into her mouth, tasting of tart wine and… him. 

You only kissed him once.  It shouldn’t feel like you’ve been without his lips forever.

But it did.  The slide of his tongue was intoxicatingly familiar in its plundering exploration.  It showed no mercy, yet no force.  He was staking his claim and she reveled at the sheer masculine arrogance in taking what he wanted.

Jon’s free hand fisted at the dip of her back while hers burrowed under the untucked tail of his shirt.  The gentle indentation of his navel passed under her thumb in her agile exploration of the smooth, flat expanse of his stomach.  She’d just moved upward, curious about the musculature of his pectoral muscles, when he pried his lips away, leaving her gaping breathlessly.

“My bed or yours?”

What did it matter?  She’d drop to the floor and spread her legs if he would promise to settle between them with that unmatchable weight of intimacy.

“Yours,” she mumbled, nipping at the dimple at the center of his upper lip. It was amazing that she could form a coherent thought, but she managed to locate a small pocket of practicality tucked inside the cloud of lust that fogged her brain.   “I have an early flight.”

“Your wish is my command.”  Sweeping in with another fleeting kiss, he twirled them both around and guided her through the partially open door on the opposite side of the room.   The scent of cologne was stronger in here.  Or was she just becoming more attuned to his smell?  The drawn curtains made it even darker in here than the rest of the suite, so maybe her other senses were compensating for the limited vision.

“Stay right here, baby,” he commanded, a possessive palm sliding over the curve of her bottom when he left her standing next to the big, king-sized bed.  “Gonna grab the candles so we can see.”

God, yes.  One quick pass over his stomach had told her the man was built.  She wanted to see what that solid wall of flesh looked like, up-close and personal.

Her eyes had barely had time to roll back in her head with the ecstatic thought than he’d returned with the mood lighting.  One sturdy pillar plunked onto the table at the near side of the bed, and the other was parked on the opposite, along with a small paper bag.

She had no more than a passing curiosity as to its contents before he was plastered against her back, pulling her hips to his and bending to nip at the curve of her shoulder.

“Mmmm…”

“Like that, do ya?” The words tickled her neck as he moved upward, nipping a steady trail toward the tender spot behind her ear and indulging in his oral fixation when slowly licked along the shell of her ear. 

“S’ok,” she mumbled, grinding shamelessly into his groin before spinning in a wobbly circle and pouncing on his shirt buttons.  “I don’t need seduced, I need skin.”

Okay, so she wasn’t into the game playing most women wanted.  Jon could respect – hell, maybe even love – that. 

Let’s make it, baby.

He pulled the cloth out from beneath her fumbling fingers, yanking the shirt over his head and throwing it to the side.  “Then lose the dress, and get your sweet ass in bed.”

“As soon as you lose your pants, I’ll lose my dress,” she countered feistily, reaching for the button and zipper on his jeans and dropping to her knees.  Spreading the denim placket wide, she unhesitatingly pressed her lips to the treasure trail guiding the way from his stomach to his groin.

“Oh, no you don’t.”  Jon curled his fingers around her biceps and hauled her back to her feet.  “The warm and wet I want around my cock isn’t your mouth.  Not this time, anyway.”

Sheridan’s heart raced and the muscles between her legs clenched.  If she did it two or three more times she would probably come without any other stimulation. 

She wanted stimulation.  Desperately.

“Then get your damn pants off,” she demanded saucily, her dress dropping to the floor in a frothy heap.

Jon kicked away the denim and watched the flamelight dance across her bare breasts.

There was something about tan lines.  The way her skin was a dark, golden shade at the upper part of her breasts, but the rest of them…  Unsullied by something as harsh as the sun, they were pale like vanilla ice cream with a tempting, rosy fruit at their tips. 

Pulling at his neck, Sheridan attempted to devour his mouth, submerging herself in its wickedly delicious depths.  Tracing her tongue along those beautiful white teeth.  Nipping at him with hers.

“Oh my, God,” she tore her mouth from his, pushing at his sternum, wild-eyed. “Condoms. I don’t have

any. Please tell me you do. Please tell me you do…”

Hauling her back against his chest, he mumbled into the soft spot behind her ear, “Room service

brought more than food. It’s all good.”

Relief swam through her veins.  To get this worked up and be cut short due to a technicality would suck. 

Jon pushed her back onto the bed and reached for the paper bag.  Money talked, and he evidently had enough of it to breach the normal job description of room service.

“How do you like it, baby?” 

Again with the clenching of her most intimate muscles.  Her womanhood was grasping for him already.  Crawling up into the center of the big bed, she watched him tear open that magical foil wrapper, its sound like a call to arms. 

“Top, bottom, doggy…  I don’t care as long as you’re fucking me.”

His dick jerked violently as he put the condom on.  He hadn’t thought he could be any more turned on, but damned if that didn’t send another jolt through him. 

“Up on your hands and knees, then,” Jon ordered gruffly, condom secure and climbing onto the bed with her.  “Gives me something to hold onto.”

Sheridan rolled her bottom lip in over her teeth, going sloe-eyed even as she flipped over to comply with his request.  Pushing the palms of her hands into the mattress, she wiggled that hot little ass of hers, in an effort to find a comfortable spot for her knees.

“Spread ‘em wide.”  He crowded in close behind her, dipping a finger into the velvet valley spread before him.  Jon growled appreciatively at what he found.  “You’re wet and ready aren’t you, baby?”

“God, yes.”  She was blatant with her want, looking back over her shoulder.  “So, so ready.  Come on.  Let’s get it on, hand—Unnh!”

The air was forced from her lungs with his possession.  Admittedly, it was a little more forceful than he’d intended, but she was so damn wet, he slid balls-deep into the slickened sheath with one smooth stroke.  Her body offered no resistance to his invasion, molding to him like a tailored velvet glove.

“Ohhhh, that’s good, baby,” he approved, pushing his splayed palms up her back and grinding that little bit deeper.  “Tell me what’ll get you off.”  He retreated part-way and plunged again with an easy thrust.  It wouldn’t take much for him and to ensure she didn’t get left behind, he snuck a hand around to the tuft of peach hair between her thighs. 

When he unerringly found her clit, stiff and swollen, she hissed like an angry cat.

“How ‘bout you just do what you do, there cowboy?”  Her eyes were closed, forehead furrowed with annoyance – or was it concentration? “Pretend I’m a steel horse and fucking ride already!”

Nobody had to give him an engraved invitation.

Sheridan bemoaned the loss of his hand between her legs, but the bemoaning turned to real moaning when his hard fingers clamped around her hipbones and he slammed hard enough to scoot her knees forward.  “Ohhhh, that’s it…”

Levering her torso weight onto one hand, she picked up where he had left off, flicking a finger over the turgid bump of flesh that was now aching.  She was a professional at this part.  She could do this any time.  His job was to play her body that way that only a man could.  To become a living, throbbing part of her for an explosive moment in time. 

His breath was coming in shorter, controlled bursts as he found the rhythm that made her knees and elbows tremble. 

“Mmmmffff.  Mnnnhhh.  Good.  So… so good.”

There was nothing like being fully possessed by a man who knew what the hell he was doing.  Swiveling his hips to hit that sweet spot, throwing his abdomen forward for that extra slap of flesh. 

The tempo didn’t slow, but the fierceness ebbed as he released her right hip and slid the wide hand around to cup her breast and sharply tweak the sensitive nipple.  The intense pleasure/pain had barely registered when those beautiful white teeth sank into her shoulder.

It set her on fire.  She worked her clit with rapid-fire precision, he pummeled her like a rutting animal from behind and waged an intense assault on these other parts of her body.

“Oh God.  Too much.  Gonna…  Nnnngggggggh!” 

“Yeah, baby.  Come…  Come for me pretty… girl.”  The encouragement spilled hot over her shoulder and he sank his teeth into a new spot.

She drank a lung full of air as the sensory overload spread from her core to her limbs and soared out through tingling fingers and toes.  “Yes.  Jesus, yes!”

The low, keening roar vibrated against her skin when a definitive, deliberate thrust brought him this side of Nirvana.  He groaned and convulsed against her back, hips blindly going back another two or three times so as not to miss an ounce of gratification.

Sheridan fell forward with a groan, and he rolled away, their limbs still a tangled, sweaty mess.

Itch.  Has.  Been.  Scratched.

Damn, had it been scratched.

❧ ❧❧

The pilot announced the approach into LaGuardia and Sheridan stretched, still tired and achy from her adventure the night before.  Then she smiled more smugly than the Cheshire Cat. 

Damn, it was it worth it.

Jon was a rock star in her book, but it had nothing to do with his ability to sing.  After their first explosive bout of sex, they’d taken a breather to recuperate and actually nibbled on the food that room service brought.  Nibbling led to nibbling, and they’d explored their oral pleasures on the suite’s couch. 

That beautiful set of teeth was inclined to do more than smile, and her chest and shoulders were bearing the evidence of his fondness for biting.  It had driven her to wear a hooded jacket over her tank for the trip home.

Retiring to his bed after, they napped until she awoke to find his hands roving her body, erection pressed into her backside.  That had been the most erotic of their couplings.  It was completely dark by that time and, with the power still out. It was like a ghost taking advantage of her.  She couldn’t see him, only feel the pleasure body wrought on hers.

She shivered, drawing the flight attendant’s attention.  The pleasant young man, stopped by her seat, smling.  “We’ve only got a few more minutes before landing, but would you like another blanket?”

The privileges of first class.

Sheridan politely declined and he went on his way. 

The shiver was a pleasant memory of a wonderful night that had ended just after daybreak, when she slipped from his bed to shower and catch her flight.  She had a feeling she would be shivering a lot in the coming days and weeks.  Those kind of memories could sustain a woman a lifetime.

But I’d rather not wait a lifetime to do it again.

❧ ❧❧

Jon stretched, the bright sunlight streaming through the bedroom window an unwelcome disruption to his sleep.  Normally he was ready to go with the sun, but this morning he was still tired and achy for some reason.

He rubbed at the smoothness of his chest, stopping curiously when his fingers found instances of not smooth skin.  Angling his chin downward, he looked to see what had happened and found raised scratches angling from collarbone to nipple.

A satisfied grin spread over his stubbled face as easily as melted butter.

There was a very good reason he was tired and achy.  It was because of the voracious appetite of one ravenously hot Ms. Sheridan…

Damn.  I don’t anything about her.  Do I even remember her last name?  I know she told me...

Frowning, Jon was surprised at the pang of disappointment that realization brought with it.  Half the time he didn’t remember his bed partner’s first name beyond the introduction, much less been interested in remembering her last.

His typical reaction would be to call someone and have them find out.  That’s how he rolled.  If he wanted to know, he did.

This time, though, he was oddly at peace with it.  Sambora had finally brainwashed him after all these years.  He was sure of that because the thought that gave him peace was…  If he was meant to know, Karma would work it out. After all… she had given him the perfect storm.

❧  The End… for now ❧