It was nearly nine o’clock and the party would be starting soon. I realized the time and gave a start. Jon didn’t appear concerned.
“Let’s just take our time and we’ll get there when we get there. The limo won’t even be here until nine-thirty. I have no intention of rushing, babe” he chuckled as he reached over lazily and drew me into his arms.
“It’s okay if we’re late?” I asked hesitantly.
“As long as we get there. C’mere” he said and I relaxed, not resisting the temptation of lying there a little longer.
He stroked my hair and I let my fingers trail over the soft downy fur on his chest. The feel of his skin against me was intoxicating as I nestled against him.
“So, what exactly is this party tonight?” I asked, wondering what to expect.
“It’s a party for the band to celebrate the tour’s success. The promoters do it as a way to say thank you for making them wealthy” he laughed.
“There will be a lot of people though. At least I’ll have a chance to introduce you to some of my friends. But the media will be there too as it’s an opportunity to promote the band” he said wearily.
“So I guess we better hit the shower” he said reluctantly, looking rather like he’d prefer to stay in bed.
“Okay, let’s go” I said, pulling him out of the bed. He stood and caught me in his arms.
“Not so fast” he said as he kissed me.
“I love you” he whispered into my ear “so much.”
I wondered what prompted that just then. “I love you too, Jon. Is everything okay?” I asked, feeling a little concerned.
“Everything is wonderful, darlin’. I just wish we could stay here tonight. You’ve turned me into a homebody, I think” he said with a snort.
I was surprised. I didn’t expect to hear that from a man known for living life in the fast lane, but he was tired. I hugged him tightly, wanting to comfort him.
“I wish we could stay home tonight too. And even more so now to hear you say it. I was a little afraid you’d be getting bored with spending so much time alone with me” I said, honestly relieved that I wasn’t the only one who wished things were less hectic.
I’d have been content to stay at home, wherever that was, for weeks at a time with Jon all to myself.
“Hardly. It’s been wonderful and I suppose the lack of down time just makes me appreciate it that much more. Maybe things will slow down when we get to Buffalo and the band is off the road for a while. But, for now, we better get moving. We don’t want to waste that dress of yours, do we?” he smiled indulgently.
We hauled ourselves into the shower and the warm water began to revive us both from the hazy afterglow. Jon was stalling, it seemed, and we stayed in the shower for what seemed like an eternity. Bathing didn’t seem to be on his agenda as he kissed me hard and pulled me under the running water, his hardened shaft poking my belly as his tongue darted in and out of my greedy mouth. I made an attempt to actually bathe us, lathering his rock hard penis with the soap and allowing it to slip and slide between my hands. He put his head back as he leaned against the shower wall and groaned softly. My resolve to get us ready for the party was slowly slipping away with each soft sound that escaped him.
He reached for my breasts, slippery with sudsy water now, as I continued to stroke his squeaky clean cock, debating on how late was too late.
“I think it’s clean” I murmured in his ear, still fondling its length.
“I know” he said, making no move to rinse or move away. I knelt below him and rinsed the soap away as I lowered my mouth onto his shaft.
“Uhhmmnn” he murmured. His hands were on my head, lathering my hair, as I took him in slowly, circling the head with my tongue.
“Nooooo, Not like this” he groaned, raising my face to look at him and lifting me under my shoulders.
“I want to, God how I want to, but I won’t have any left for later, babe” he said as he folded me against him and slipped two fingers into my creamy folds.
“And this is what I want” he hummed in my ear. I lifted my leg and leaned against him as he guided his cock inside me.
“Just a little for now” I said, his eyes half closed as I ground against him.
Time was ticking and I tried to pull away, but he held me against him, grinding our hips together. He seemed torn, until finally, with an effort, he pushed me away gently and looked at me.
“I don’t know what’s the matter with me. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you” he said, catching his breath.
“Do you hear me complaining?” I asked, smiling delightedly.
“No, I don’t, and that isn’t helping” he laughed. “I think we need to get out of this shower if we hope to have a prayer of making it to this party” he warned, but neither of us really wanted to let go.
“Okay, one of us has to be strong here. You go and get ready. I need to calm down before I can look at you naked anymore and still behave myself” he confessed, as he slapped my ass.
I stepped out of the shower, using all my strength to leave him there looking like that. I dried off and wrapped the towel about me as I combed out my hair and started to dry it. Jon stepped out a few minutes later, looking calmer for the moment. He hurriedly dried off and stepped into his leather pants and grinned at me.
“Okay. You’re safe for the moment” he said as he zipped up his pants.
He grabbed a razor and began to shave off the stubble that had appeared since this morning while I finished my hair and my make-up.
“I’m going to get dressed in the other room. YOU stay here until I tell you I’m ready” I insisted.
It was already past nine-thirty and the limo would be here, waiting. In the mood he was in, I figured I’d never get my clothes on otherwise and I wanted to surprise him with the dress.
“Okay” he said, only slightly sulking.
I disappeared into the bedroom and found my dress hanging in the closet. It really was beautiful. I slipped it over my shoulders and checked myself in the mirror. The deep teal color made my eyes pop and I felt like a fairy queen all over again. I reached for a pair of panties and then stopped, deciding not to bother. I stepped into the shoes and tied the satin laces and threw the shawl about my shoulders. I was almost ready. A quick spritz of my favorite perfume and the necklace Jon had bought me and I was done. I looked again in the full length mirror this time and even I was impressed.
“What shirt do you want me to wear?” Jon called from the bathroom where he was waiting patiently.
“I’ll get it” I called back and went to his closet.
I wanted the leather vest he’d worn at the show a few days ago, but saw a soft brown vest that I liked instead. I opened the door and handed it to him through a crack.
“No shirt?” he questioned.
“No shirt. I want to see as much of you as I possibly can in public” I responded.
“You’re really going to torture me tonight, I can just tell” I heard him mutter.
I stuffed my essentials into the matching purse I’d bought and called back.
“I’m ready and it’s almost ten o’clock” I said, checking once more in the mirror and adding my favorite earrings. He opened the door slowly at first and then stepped out and stopped dead.
“Holy shit! Screw the party. Come here” he growled as he came towards me, but I evaded his reach.
“You like?” I asked provocatively, twirling away from him.
“Come here, Dammit, and I’ll show you how much” he said through gritted teeth and I giggled.
“If I come over to you, we will be more than late” I smirked.
“I don’t care” he said seriously. I started to approach him when we heard the horn beep outside.
“Shit. You look fabulous. I am so gonna give Rick a raise, but we better go” he said disappointedly.
“I’m so glad you like it. I was afraid it might be too much” I said, pleased at his reaction.
“Like it? I’m gonna split my pants before the night is over” he said, looking at his crotch.
I followed his gaze and it was my turn to feel undone. His cock was straining against the seams.
“Oh my God, you really are Superman!” I cried, awed at the sight before me.
“C’mon, Babe, I’ll show you Superman when we get home” he said, sounding pleased with himself.
He took my hand and we headed out reluctantly to the waiting limo. Rick was pacing in front of the limo and stopped when he saw us and broke into a huge grin.
“Finally! Jesus, you two, it’s after ten o’clock” he said as we approached.
“Yeah, man. I know. You’re lucky we made it at all. Shit, she’s killing me” he beamed.
Rick nodded his understanding and winked at me and I smiled back as we all piled into the limo and we were on our way, finally. Jon poured two glasses of wine and handed one to me.
“Damn” he muttered, still looking at me.
I was staring at him appreciatively myself and impulsively reached out to touch him. He wore the vest open and the sight of his chest and his powerful arms exposed for my viewing pleasure made me lick my lips in anticipation.
“You’re not the only one who’ll have a challenge keeping their hands to themselves” I purred as I ran my fingers through the downy fur on his chest. He pulled me nearer and kissed my throat.
“Good. I don’t want to suffer alone” he smirked. “The Hilton isn’t far. It’s here in New Jersey, not in the city. Otherwise…”he began as he slid his hand up my thigh only to discover I had abandoned the need for panties.
“Oh Jesus, you’re not…” he started, sounding hoarse.
“Completely naked underneath? Yeah, actually. I thought you might appreciate that” I smiled as I repositioned myself to straddle his lap. Jon reached up to flip off the speaker in the limo.
“Is it your mission in life to make sure that every man in earshot has a boner all night?” he questioned, looking very smug.
“I, uh, didn’t realize that was on” I stammered as his fingers slid between my legs, stroking my thigh.
“I so want to fuck you right now” he taunted as his fingers crept higher.
A low sigh escaped me as he began playing with my sensitive spot with his forefinger. I tried to maneuver his finger inside me, sympathizing with his condition now myself.
“Nope, I’m not letting you off that easy” he said as he licked his lips and chuckled, making me wetter.
“Pleeeaassse” I tried to persuade him, but he was adamant about making me suffer as much as he was.
“Nope. We’re almost there” he chided.
“I’m almost there!” I said rather heatedly and he withdrew his fingers, chuckling louder.
“You’re just being cruel. You are so gonna pay for this!” I declared as the limo came to a halt and I climbed back into the seat.
“Promise?” he whispered as Rick opened the door and we stepped out into a sea of flashbulbs.
Jon stepped out first and gave me his hand, pulling me into his arms amid the throng of people. I could feel his hardness as I brushed against him and we made our way into the hotel. The party was in the club, which was set aside and closed to the public for the event. The music was loud and seemed like an assault after the quiet of the limo. It was crowded inside and Jon was engulfed by a swarm of revelers the minute we entered the room.
We became separated almost immediately and I felt Rick’s hand on my elbow as he ushered me towards the bar. But my focus was on Jon and I saw him meet my eyes from across the room and smile. I licked my lips unconsciously as I thought how hot he looked in that damn vest and I was glad I chose it. I smiled back and followed Rick’s lead to the bar.
“So have you been assigned to me for the evening?” I asked Rick who was scanning the crowd.
“Boss’s orders, Trish. You’re stuck with me. Anything happens to you and I’m a dead man” he said apologetically and I looked at him quizzically.
“Okay, he didn’t say it exactly like that. I think it was more like ‘Guard her with your life and don’t let her out of your sight’ but that essentially means the same thing” he explained.
“Is Jon expecting trouble? Is there anything I should know?” I asked, curious.
“No, not really. It’s just that this was publicized whereas Elements wasn’t, though I guess the media showed up there too. There’s been a lot in the tabloids since you and Jon got together and he isn’t one to take chances with those he loves, that’s all” Rick explained.
“Well, I don’t feel stuck with you at all. It’s nice to see a familiar face among so many strangers. What are the tabloids saying, anyway? I haven’t seen a paper yet” I asked.
“Just that there’s a beautiful new woman in Jon’s life who’s something of a mystery” he said, smiling slightly.
“And that’s the way Jon wants it. The less anyone knows about you, the less you’ll both be hounded. But truthfully, the press has always left his family alone because he’s willing to talk to them and smile for the cameras. He’ll keep you out of the press as much as possible but they’re curious and you’ll probably be accosted by one or two who are willing to risk pissing Jon off. Do you want a drink?” he added.
“Yes, actually. Mudslide” I replied and Rick flagged the bartender and got us drinks.
I took a long sip and thought about what he’d said and wondered how I should respond if anyone approached me. I was glad Rick was there and I had to admit I felt a little vulnerable without Jon.
“I’m glad you’re here, Rick. I wouldn’t know what to say or not to say” I said truthfully.
“My job is to keep you safe and keep the press away. They’ll get the idea pretty soon to treat you like family. The only place I can’t run interference is in the ladies room” he laughed.
Eva appeared at my side then, and catching the tail end, added her own commentary.
“And I can do that piece! Actually, sweetie, all you really need to do is smile and let them take your picture. Mostly they all just want a piece of Jon.”
She was right and I started to relax again, but wondered at how much my life had changed already being included in Jon’s inner circle. Eva gave Rick a hug and a kiss.
“I assume no introductions are necessary?” I commented, acknowledging what appeared to be a moot point.
“Hell, no, I’ve known Rick almost as long as I’ve known Jon!” Eva chirped. “So, you finally got here. We were beginning to wonder” she said, raising her eyebrows.
“Uhmmm, yeah, we got kind of side-tracked after dinner” I confessed.
“I’ll just bet you did” she said knowingly.
We continued to make small talk for a while and I found myself scanning the room again looking for Jon, but I couldn’t see him. Until suddenly two arms slipped around my waist and I felt his warm breath on my bare shoulder. He was swaying back and forth to the music.
“May I have this dance?” he whispered and I turned and saw his face shining down on me and I melted as if for the first time.
“If Rick will allow me out of his sight?” I teased. Rick nodded and Jon pulled me off to a less crowded spot.
“He has strict instructions to make sure no one bothers you. Except me, that is” he smirked, nuzzling my neck.
“I’m sorry to disappear like that, but I wanted to keep the focus off you as much as I can. Even though I’ve been watching you all night myself” he said as he gave me a squeeze.
We were dancing slowly to whatever song was playing and I was just happy to be near him again. I let my hand drop lower to rest on his ass and he pulled me closer.
“You were watching me?” I asked incredulously.
“I couldn’t take my eyes off you. Finally, one tour promoter who was asking me about something-I don’t even know what he asked me-finally said ‘Oh, go over and see her, for God’s sake’ and I realized I’d been staring at you all that time” he said.
I felt a warm rush spread through me. I wasn’t alone in feeling distracted when he wasn’t nearby. I ran my fingers through his hair then, massaging his neck, and he arched his head back, enjoying the contact.
“I missed you too. It’s almost like an empty feeling lately when you’re not nearby” I acknowledged.
“I know, babe, I know” he said as he bent my head against him then, sighing, as we moved about the room, lost in each other’s embrace.
I craved the feel of him near me. His scent, his warmth, the sound of his voice. It was a comfort I’d never experienced before. I’d never known I could need someone as much as I’d come to need him.
“May I cut in?” I heard above the sound of the music and Jon’s heartbeat thumping against me.
We stopped moving and I opened my eyes. It took a moment to realize I was looking directly at Kevin Bacon and I blinked, trying to compose myself.
“Baby, this is one of my oldest friends, Kevin. Kev, this is Trish” Jon said, introducing us.
“And no, you can’t cut in” he added possessively.
“Geez, Jon, I thought friends were supposed to share” Kevin quipped.
“It’s great to meet you, at least. Shit, Jon. You’re a selfish bastard” he chided.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, too. I’ve always been a fan” I smiled and Kevin smiled back, showing perfectly even white teeth.
“Can’t say that I blame Jon for keeping you for himself, I can see why” he said smoothly.
“Yeah, you might be like a brother to me, but I’m not sharing my woman with anyone tonight” Jon said, pulling me close and we moved off towards the bar.
“What’ll you have tonight?” Jon asked me and Kevin.
I was in the mood for another Mudslide and Kevin was drinking beer. Jon ordered and we chatted back and forth while Kevin asked how we met.
“Jon found me daydreaming in the hotel sauna where we were both staying” I explained.
“Yeah, she seduced me right there” Jon added and I looked at him and raised my eyebrows.
“I did what? Tell him the truth. I was completely innocent” I insisted.
“I believe you! Jon’s a devil in disguise” Kevin replied.
We bantered back and forth until we were joined by another friend of Jon’s who looked vaguely familiar.
“Snake!” Jon exclaimed as he slapped the newcomer on the back and introduced me to Dave Sabo, “Snake” from Skid Row.
Snake looked as though he’d already had a few drinks too many. He kissed me hello, nearly knocking me over as he tried to steady himself. The fumes from his breath were enough to make me wasted.
“Hey, glad to meet you. So you’re the reason this prick is smiling for a change?” he slurred through half-closed eyelids.
“Yeah, man, wouldn’t you be?” Kevin joined in.
Snake leaned against the bar and looked me over from head to toe and let out a long wolf whistle.
“Yeah, man, she’s hot” he said to Jon, who was puffed up like a peacock at the moment.
I was torn between feeling flattered and insulted. I wasn’t exactly used to being seen as anyone’s ornament and I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about it. I decided to accept it as a compliment.
“I’m glad your friends approve” I said simply to Jon.
He caught the edge in my voice, which I thought I’d disguised and he immediately intervened.
“Hey, listen up, buddy. She’s no piece of meat for you to drool over. She’s a celebrity in her own right in professional circles” he said, soothing my ruffled feathers.
“Well, not exactly. I’m a specialist in trauma therapy, but hardly a celebrity” I clarified.
Kevin was curious and wanted to know more and so I explained. Jon added a little about the conference and looked at me with pride.
“She’s pretty much a damn genius next to you” he said a little acidly to Dave who was really too drunk to notice the tone.
I didn’t want a row starting and was beginning to feel the need to change the subject and asked Snake about New Jersey. He began to share some stories about him and Jon growing up there and Kevin smiled at me, acknowledging my ability to maneuver the conversation to safer waters.
“I’d like to hear more about what you do, but now probably isn’t the best time” he whispered in my ear and I nodded.
Jon and Dave were reminiscing amiably now as another friend of his approached us. Holy shit! It was Elton John. He came and gave Jon a kiss on the cheek and spoke in his decidedly British accent.
“Congratulations! Another successful tour, and some romantic success, I see? I’m Elton” he said, turning to me.
I stammered out my name and how honored I was to meet him. Elton kissed my hand and looked up at me.
“The pleasure is mine” he said in the most charming way.
The guys chatted and I listened, a little too star struck to say much. I bit back the impulse to ask Elton for an autograph and just listened as they talked about their mutual recording projects. Richie appeared to my right and gave me a kiss hello and thumped Jon on the shoulder in greeting.
“Hey, doll. Enjoying the party? We wondered if you two were gonna show up tonight” he asked me and I apologized for us being late, claiming it was my fault and Jon overheard.
“No, it was me actually. I’m sorry. Don’t know what’s gotten into me lately” he said, looking a little ashamed.
“You found something besides work for a change, that’s all. It’s about fucking time!” Richie said with an approving smile.
“Yeah, that’s the truth” Jon admitted, looking at me.
“C’mere” he said, lifting my chin for a kiss which was more than the peck I’d expected given the current company and I melted against him. Dave let out another whistle, but Jon ignored it and pulled me away.
“I want you right now” he whispered as we began to rock a little too suggestively.
He guided me away from the crowd to a quieter, darker spot in a far corner and his hands slid to my ass as he pulled my hips against him so I could feel the bulge in his pants. My breath caught in my throat as he slipped the shoulder of my gown off and nipped my flesh.
“Oh my God, Jon. Not here!” I protested unconvincingly.
“I found a spot” he cackled and guided me back into the shadows further.
His heart was thumping heavily and I was afraid the juices running down my thigh would become noticeable soon. His tongue found my ear and I sighed heavily, any modesty I’d felt disappearing as his finger flicked my nipple which had sprung out of my dress. I reached for his crotch and undid the button on his pants.
“Hold on” he said, his breath ragged now as he pushed us behind a curtain in the farthest corner of the bar.
We bumped into something and it made a little noise, but that didn’t deter us. He pulled the dress lower exposing both breasts and sighed as he lowered his lips and took my nipple between them. My need made me clumsy as I hastily fumbled for the zipper of his pants and he grabbed it himself, freeing his erection.
“I can’t help it, baby. I’ve gotta have you right now” he said as he pushed my dress up to my waist and bent to kiss my pussy.
“Oh, Jon, take me now before I lose it” I succumbed, desperate to take him inside me.
He lifted me up and set me on a pile of boxes and pulled me forward. I slipped my legs easily around his hips and drew him to me.
“Oh, sweet Jesus” he said as he sank inside my warmth.
I arched my back and thrust hard against him, my hands on his chest. He thrust into me again and again and bit my shoulder hard in his own passion. I stifled a scream as my orgasm ripped through me. My nails sank into his flesh and he yelped, driving into me harder and holding me tightly. He covered my lips with his mouth to silence the screams as he filled me with his hot cum and the tears trickled down my cheeks. He held me hard against him as the aftershocks took us higher, murmuring “baby, baby” in my ear. His fingers were tangled in my hair as he panted heavily, trying to regain his composure.
“Oh Lord, that felt good” he announced, laughing now as he kissed the tears away. I started to giggle too as the ludicrousness of the situation struck me.
“Now that we’re both feeling better…” I began and Jon laughed loudly now.
“We have to find a way out of this situation without us looking like guilty teenagers” he finished. “I can’t believe I did this” he said, shaking his head.
“But I’m really glad you did!” I giggled, smoothing my dress down and rearranging the shoulder strap. He peered around the curtain and took my hand.
“Coast is clear, let’s go” he said breathlessly as we made our way back into the crowd.