Tempting Tales

Suite Bliss

2009-02-01T02:20:00.000-08:00

A collaboration between Venus & The Fiction Mistress

Stephanie settled into her seat, still not quite believing she was actually at the first game the Giants were playing in the new stadium. Sure it was only pre-season, but still, the chance to watch her favorite team play in their brand new digs, and from a suite!

She knew she was grinning like a fool and she just couldn’t help herself. Reaching forward, she retrieved her new toy from the gift bag AT&T had provided for her and the other two contest winners. There was still at least ten more minutes before the teams took the field, so she took out her new Iphone and began to study the Quick Start guide.

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a tall figure moving into the same row of outdoor seats from the suite next door. Glancing up with a smile, she froze as her gaze landed on dark eyes nearly as familiar as her own. “Oh fuck me,” she said softly.

Richie grinned in amusement, leaning forward to place his wallet and his phone under his seat. “Is that an offer, darlin’?”

Her entire body blushed, but she found herself nodding, unable to stop herself. “Oh honey, if I weren’t married I’d be over that rail and in your lap in about two seconds…”

His chuckle was low and throaty and Stephanie was mesmerized by the way his eyes sparkled. “I won’t tell your husband if you won’t,” he said with a wink. “What’s your name, honey?”

“Stephanie,” she replied, feeling an intense urge to pinch herself and make sure she wasn’t dreaming.

But at that moment, the dream got weirder as someone started moving down the row toward Richie…someone shorter, and blonder, with a blinding white smile. “Friend of yours, Rich?”

“Double fuck me…” Stephanie breathed.

Jon leaned forward and took in the long, wavy dark hair and the friendly smile. “Niiice….threesome…haven’t done that in a while my friend…” Jon teased.

“Nah, she’s married,” Richie shook his head regretfully. “AND she has morals.”

Grinning, Jon raised a bottle of beer to his lips. “Morals never stopped me.”

Stephanie swallowed hard. She was sure now this was a dream. First the new stadium, then the phone, and now she was sitting next to two of the sexiest men on the planet, and she was sure Jon was checking her out!

Fuck, she had to text Hath before she made it out to their seats and had a heart attack. Desperately, she pulled her new phone out and tried to figure out how to send a text. Giving up, she hit the icon that looked like a telephone and dialed the number from memory..

“Hath!” she hissed as soon as her friend answered. “Get your ass out here. You’re not gonna believe who’s in the box next to us.”

“Steph, I can’t hear you. And why the hell are you whispering?”

“Richie fucking Sambora, Hath, is sitting practically right next to me. And Jon’s on the other side.” Stephanie was talking as loudly as she dared, turned away from the two men with her hand covering her other ear. “Get OUT here!”

“I’ll be there in a sec with the drinks, just cool your jets babe,” Hath chuckled. “Ritas are on the way.

“Hath!” She wanted to yell but the sound came out as more of a squeak. Realizing the line had been disconnected, she squared her shoulders and turned back toward Richie, who was watching her with a very amused look on his face.

“Did I just hear you say Hath?”

Steph shook her head minutely, unsure whether she had heard correctly. “Sorry, what?”

“Did you just call your friend Hath? As in ‘The Goddess Hathor?’” Rich brown eyes looked intently into hers. He spoke slowly, carefully enunciating each word.

“Ummm...”

“Now c’mon honey...I’m sure you can form a more coherent sentence than that.” The corners of Richie’s eyes crinkled warmly.

“I’m um..I’m not so sure whether I should...” Oh shit, confirm or deny...what the fuck is keeping Hath.

“Hey honey... Marg and Rita are here and ready to party, time to let loose before we have to head back to reality. Can you believe this? Opening day at Giants Stadium...the Giants and the Pats and...” Hath was momentarily distracted by Steph’s frantic pointing towards the box next door. “...And OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!”

“No darlin’, just Richie.” The dimples were simply breathtaking this close up. This man had presence.

A sharp elbow in the thigh from Stephanie had Hath looking down. Again Stephanie pointed in the boys’ direction. Hath leaned over and looked around Richie.

“Fuck me!” She exclaimed.

“Cool man, looks like we just graduated to a foursome.” Jon said wiggling his eyebrows.

“Why didn’t you warn me?” Hath hissed out of the side of her mouth.

“I did...that’s why I called.” Stephanie said holding up and shaking the phone that was sill in her hand.

“Oh...yeah, sorry, I forgot about that.” Hath stood, her mouth slightly agape, as she stared in the boys’ direction.

“Can I have one of those...Or do you want them both?”

“Richie’s mine.” Hath answered quickly and a little too loudly.

Jon and Richie both sat relaxed in their box enjoying the show. There wasn’t much better than watching two beautiful ladies this flustered.

“Hath!” Stephanie looked pointedly in the boys direction and blushed brightly when she realised they were watching them intently. “I meant the drink!”

“Oh shit sorry....here.” Hath handed Stephanie one of the icy concoctions.

Stephanie took a long draw in the glass but stopped abruptly when the cold went to her head. “Ow...” She said rubbing her temple.

“Hehehe...brain freeze.” Richie chuckled. “So this is the famous Goddess..?”

Hath shot Stephanie an incredulous glare, “You told him?” She could feel the rest of the blood from her body make its way to her already reddened cheeks

“Not exactly” Stephanie shrugged impishly, “...he heard me on the phone.”

“No need to be embarrassed darlin’. I’m a huge fan of your work...” Richie face lit up in a wide grin. “Be sure to let me know if you ever want to do any research.”

Jon grinned as Richie and “Hath” hit it off right away, and with each margarita she got more brazen with her “research questions..”

But Jon was more intrigued by the brunette sitting next to her, watching her out of the corner of his eye. She seemed completely focused on the pre-game activities on the field, but he could tell she was discreetly checking him out. That suited him just fine because she was most definitely his “type,” and he wondered if she was also one of the famous “fiction” writers.

Stephanie was amused by the immediate rapport between Hath and Richie, but her attention was firmly fixed on Jon sitting just a few feet away. She doubted there was a word in the dictionary that even came close to describing the sheer perfection of his sculpted chest in a tight black t-shirt. Her mouth began to water as he stood and stretched, running his fingers along the slim line of his stomach, apparently unaware that each time he did, he pulled up the hem of his shirt revealing a line of silky dark hair that disappeared into his jeans.

Downing the rest of her margarita in one gulp, she was startled to realize he was speaking to her.

“Can I bring you another one darlin’?” He grinned as if he knew exactly what she had been thinking and eyed her empty glass speculatively. “I’m making a bar run.”

“Um…sure,” Stephanie replied, trying to slow her racing heartbeat.

“Why don’t you bring another for Hath here too, Jonny boy,” Richie said with an amused chuckle. He could tell Jon was zero-ing in on Stephanie, which would likely make for an interesting afternoon.

“Not a problem.” And with a grin and a nod, he shoved his fingers into his pockets and headed toward the suite’s bar.

With shaking hands, Stephanie pulled out her new phone, determined to figure out how to send a text message so she could let SOMEONE know what was happening.

Just a moment later, warm breath tickled her ear from the row behind her. “I can help you with that, you know,” he teased, winking as he handed over her drink.

“Oh…you’re in our suite now,” Stephanie said, kicking herself when she realized how completely star-struck she sounded.

“I thought I’d come over and chat with you since Richie is otherwise occupied,” he replied, letting the full force of his million-dollar smile wash over her. “Hope you don’t mind…”

“Mind? Why would I mind?” Hell no, she didn’t mind!

His signature smirk firmly in place, Jon stepped into her row and took the seat next to her. “So tell me your name, honey. I assume you’re a fan…”

“It’s Stephanie. And yeah, but don’t worry, I’m not gonna get all freaky or anything.”

He smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly. “I knew that in the first thirty seconds, otherwise I wouldn’t be talking to you like this.”

“Oh. Ok. Good.” That’s it, breathe Stephanie. He’s just a man. Talk to him just like any other man.

“So Stephanie, I have to ask, are you also a ‘writer?’” He used his fingers to put imaginary quotation marks around the word.

“Umm...maybe...why do you ask?” Oh God please don’t let him know me.

“Let’s just say I’ve had a little poke around on some of those sites....some of them are very talented writers.” He grinned.

“Yeah right...like you sit around reading fan fic.” Stephanie replied incredulous.

“Well it’s not like I’m addicted or anything...Let’s just say I like to have that insight into what the fans like.”

“I suppose that’s reasonable” Stephanie contended, “I mean it’s hard to miss some of them when they are coming up on Google Alerts.”

“I wouldn’t know about that. I don’t have myself on alert.” He chuckled. “I’m not that egocentric. I just know my favourites.”

“And they would be...” Stephanie asked the loaded question.

“Oh ...no. You don’t get to ask a question until you’ve answered mine.” His blue eyes twinkled.

“I answered...I said maybe...” Stephanie defended.

Jon raised an eyebrow. “That’s not a real answer. Come on fess up....”

Concentrate Stephanie, she chided herself silently. It was hard to remember her own name under his intent gaze. “I may dabble.” She lowered her eyes to the ground.

“Well, well, well...two for the price of one. Are you a Richie writer as well?” He could see the line of questioning was making her uncomfortable but he couldn’t let it go.

“Some...”

“Dave...” He was hoping not, but was trying to narrow down the options.

“It’s you... ok! Are you happy now...I mainly write about you.” Stephanie squirmed. It was unfair that he sat there looking so smug.

“Actually I think I am. So Stephanie huh...is that your writing name as well?”

Stephanie cursed the day she had linked her real name to her alter ego. But still it would have taken some digging to find that out. She was sure he wouldn’t have gone that far.

“I know of one author by that name...that wouldn’t be you would it...Queenie?”

"NO!" She protested too quickly and too loudly. Even Hath and Richie turned to stare at her.

Jon turned to Hath, “Queenie here was just telling me all about her stories.”

Hath turned to her friend "He outed you that fast huh?"

Stephanie groaned audibly, “Thanks a LOT Hath.”

Hath looked at her friend’s bright red face and giggled. “Oops!”

Stephanie looked at Jon, his perfect white teeth glistening through his grin, “Ok let's get this straight,” she began, “I'm not confirming or denying anything, ok? Perhaps I write fiction about you....”

Jon shook his head, “No, you've already admitted that much."

She held up her hands. “FINE! But I have to draw the line at telling you who I am.”

“No problem....Queenie.” He chuckled.

Hath turned back to Richie, "You know she writes about you too, she's really good!"

“OH God...Can someone please shove a hotdog in her mouth...” Stephanie whimpered.

Richie grinned, “Sorry darlin’, I don’t have a hotdog but I’m sure I could find something to keep her mouth occupied.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her before glancing mischievously at her friend.

Hath slapped him lightly on the shoulder, “Oh honey... you wish!”

Stephanie bit her lip, wishing she could turn the clock back on the past twenty minutes, particularly since Jon was sitting there with the biggest, shit-eating grin she had ever seen on his face.

“Look,” she said, keeping her voice low since the rows behind them were beginning to fill with other spectators as the game was about to start, “I know this is all very amusing to you given the situation, but could we please drop the writing talk now? You’re making it very hard for me to concentrate on the game…or anything else…”

Jon’s eyes swept over her face, from the full lips and the intriguing eyes to the lustrous dark hair that made his fingers itch to touch it. His gaze followed it down to rest where it stopped, at her breasts – full and round. “Likewise, honey, but as you wish…”

They sat together companionably, both trying their best to concentrate on the game, now in full swing, but sneaking furtive glances at each other. And then their eyes met. Stephanie quickly turned her attention back to the game. She had had enough embarrassment for one day.

Jon on the other hand didn’t have quite the same amount of self-control. He couldn’t manage to tear his eyes away from her. He found himself picturing her as the heroine of her own stories, using that luscious mouth to do to him in reality what her heroines did in the land of fiction and wondering what he could do to her to make her scream. I want to hear her scream. A warm hand on his wrist sent a shot of electricity though him.

“Yes, yes!” She cried out, sitting on the edge of her seat, her focus clearly on the field.

Well that was easier than I thought, he chucked to himself before his attention was drawn to the action.

Somewhere nearby he heard a plaintive moan. “No... No...Dammit!”

He shot an amused glance in Hath’s direction. A look of horror distorted her features before she buried her face in her hands. Down on the field the Giants scored a touchdown.

Both Jon and Stephanie leapt up in unison. “Touchdown!” They screamed and then giggled together. The crown went wild all around them. The first touchdown in the new stadium and by the home team...could it get any better? Well, probably but it didn’t seem so at that instant.

“That was amazing...” Stephanie said as they settled back into their seats, “Did you see that pass?”

“Honestly...no…” His slow, lazy grin had a devastating impact on her senses. “My mind was otherwise occupied.” He lifted his forefinger to slowly trail down her cheek, causing her to gulp with fascination and frustration.

She looked at him as he spoke and noted the glint in his eyes. Surely that’s not for me, she told herself, he’s just passionate about the game. But, oh my God...if it was, what I’d like to do to him. She had told Richie she was married – which was true – but honestly, just how much self-control was a woman supposed to possess. If perfection offered himself to you, could you say no?

“Move aside..comin’ through...” A loud boisterous voice came from behind them, “Oh shit!”

The exclamation was the last thing Jon heard before being splashed with icy Margarita’s. A sharp intake of breath beside him indicated that Stephanie had suffered the same fate. He looked at her and saw that she was saturated from the head down.

He glared frostily at the woman in the row behind him. She shrugged and giggled, she had obviously abused the open bar and was exceedingly intoxicated.

Jon jumped up, “Why don’t you watch what you’re doing? Don’t you think you’ve already had enough? Look at her.” He shouted, pointing at Stephanie.

“Shhh... Jon...don’t worry about it,” Stephanie tugged on his arm, “Please..don’t cause a s..s..scene,” she shivered. The afternoon was unseasonably cool, and high up in the stands the chill of the breeze was particularly evident.

“Holly hell, Steph...are you ok,” Hath asked trying to suppress a smile. She couldn’t help it, her friend looked akin to a drowned rat.

Stephanie stood up to shake off the excess ice. “Just peachy thanks...”

Jon licked her cheek, the warmth of his tongue seemed to burn at her skin. Her had moved involuntarily to that spot.

“No...Melon actually...yum.” He chuckled cheekily but when she shivered again his mood sobered a little, “We better get you inside honey...out of this chill... try to clean you up. Come with me.” He held out a hand to her.

“Oh...no... that’s ok. I can take care of it. I wouldn’t want you to miss the game.” She protested.

“Don’t be absurd...besides...,” he said indicating to himself, “I have a little cleaning of my own to do.”

Jon grabbed Stephanie by the hand and led her past the row of amused spectators. She was sure she would look back on this and laugh one day...but for now she just couldn’t see the humour in it.

The second they were out of the public eye and in the privacy of the suite’s luxuriously appointed bathroom, Jon dropped Stephanie’s hand and pulled his T-Shirt over his head. If the peak of flesh earlier hadn’t done her in this certainly did. She watched transfixed as his muscles of his back rippled with the movement of his actions. He turned around as he balled the shirt into his fist and rubbed it over his torso. She watched his nipples pucker as the fabric grazed over them. It took her a moment to realise he had spoken. He stood before her, a slightly amused but expectant look on his face.

“Sorry what?” Again the blood rushed to her cheeks.

“I said...Darlin’ you really should get out of that wet top, or you’ll catch a chill.” He replied patiently. It wasn’t the first time a woman had had that reaction to him...it was all part of the job…women looking at him as though they’d like to eat him alive. That didn’t mean he always liked it though.... but he certainly did this time.

“Ahhh I don’t think so.” Stephanie replied shaking her head.

“Awe..why not? I can see just as much through that wet top as I’ll be able to see once it’s off.”

“I can’t take my top off in front of you.” She replied incredulous.

“Fine then...” He said, his trademark smirk adorning his features, “I’ll take it off for you.”

In some detached part of her mind, Stephanie rationalized that he was just trying to help her since she had gotten soaked from the drink…that it didn’t mean anything…that her husband would realize that it was all completely innocent.

Holding completely still, she watched his face, mesmerized as he slowly, methodically, unbuttoned her white cotton top. His eyes never left hers, as if he was waiting for her to stop him, but as the buttons got lower, his smile got bigger. Finally, he eased it off of her shoulders, his pupils dilating as he took in the lacy pink bra she wore beneath it.

“So sexy,” he whispered softly, bringing her fingers to his lips for a gentle kiss before releasing her and bringing his hands to her shoulders. “Just stop me if I do anything you don’t want me to.”

Somehow that reassurance took any last misgivings she might have been feeling away. And at that moment, he slid his hands into the thick curls at her nape and drew her toward him, his lips lowering, his warm breath on her face as her eyes fell closed.

It had been a long time since Stephanie had enjoyed such a kiss. Years of marriage often make kisses feel routine, perfunctory, a means to an end. But as his lips touched hers like the barest of whispers, she moaned softly, her mouth opening instinctively as his tongue swept inside.

He certainly had mastered the art of the kiss, and before she realized what was happening, he had skilfully unfastened her bra and threw the lacy garment to the floor. The feeling of her breasts pressed against his muscular chest was like no other, and she couldn’t resist sliding her fingers up the sleek muscles of his abdomen, teasingly stroking up and down.

The muscles in Jon’s shoulders bunched as he groaned and pulled her more forcefully against him. “Keep doing that and there will be no going back, honey,” he whispered harshly, his eyes blazing blue in the face of her teasing grin.

In response, her fingers slid lower, over the hard, denim-covered ridge that was now pressing into her belly.

Jon bit back a curse, looking around the room urgently. He dragged her to the doorway to make sure it was locked, flicked the dimmer down to a low setting and moved her over to a low settee positioned against the wall.

With raspy urgency, he whispered, “Today, for me, you’re Queenie, you’re not Stephanie. You don’t have other worries, no obligations, it’s just you and me. What happens here stays here. Alright?”

She nodded quickly and took a deep breath as he deftly unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her smooth thighs, leaving her in a tiny pink lace thong that matched the bra he had discarded moments earlier. “This pink lace is gonna be the death of me,” he whispered wickedly before looping his fingers into the elastic at her hips and pulling it down.

Stephanie gasped as the cool air hit her overheated flesh, but didn’t resist when he gently lowered her to the settee, propping one of her calves against the top of the back while spreading her legs wide, her other foot still flat on the floor.

“Oh God,” she whispered, squirming against the cushions as she felt his lips at her center.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you baby?” he whispered, delighted as she opened like a flower under his gaze. Placing his fingertips gently on the backs of her thighs, he positioned his thumbs along each side of her glistening clit and spread her even wider, exposing that swollen nub that he yearned for.

He glanced up at her face and smiled at the wanton picture she made, her breasts uplifted, the nipples pert as she grasped the cushion behind her head. Slowly she writhed against the settee, her eyes closed as she moaned softly. “Please, Jon…”

Without a second thought, he gave her what she wanted, latching onto her clit like a suckling baby. He gently pulled it and released it back into place before slowly circling his tongue around her clit, gauging her responses to each movement until he knew exactly what brought her the most pleasure.

Stephanie rose for just a moment to stare at him, his glossy lips poised mere inches over her pussy as his tongue worked her, his eyes gleaming with desire as he staked his claim to the most sensitive area of her body. Gulping, she lowered her head back to the cushion as she felt the tell-tale heat that started in the bottoms of her feet and shot upward through her legs. At that moment, he pressed his whole mouth against her and began to chuckle, the rumble starting deep in his chest and vibrating against his lips as her orgasm overtook her.

With steadfast hands, he grasped her hips, riding the waves with her until he knew she was almost to the point of being too sensitive for more stimulation. He gave her a gentle reprieve, but as quickly as she began to relax he was pushing her once more, still so close on the heels of her first orgasm that she instantly, ferociously climaxed again.

Stephanie was breathing hard as Jon kissed his way back up her body. His mouth claimed hers, his tongue sweeping inside so that she could taste herself on his breath. She revelled in the feel of his body on hers, the hard lines of him pressing down on her, moulding into her and then he was gone. She watched as he foraged around on the floor until he found what he was looking for. He pulled a foil package from his jeans and came back to sit on the edge of the settee.

He was ridiculously hard. It had been so long since a woman had proved to be this irresistible, and now all he wanted was to find himself buried deep within her warm wet folds. He began to tear open the small package when he felt her hand on his.

Stephanie was lying on her side. She had been watching him with interest. “Not so fast rock star...you had your turn... now I want mine.”

Stephanie’s tongue moistened her lips as she stared at him hungrily. She swung her feet to the floor and sat up beside him before sinking to the floor at his feet. Placing her hands on his chest, she pushed gently until he was reclined on the seat and then she went to work.

Kneeling between his thighs and with the barest touch of her fingertips, she ran her hands up and down the inside of his thighs. She watched with pleasure, as each time her hands reached the apex of his thighs his cock jumped in response.

Resting her hands now at the crease of his thighs, her thumbs lightly stroking his sack, Stephanie ever so slowly let her mouth follow the path her hands had taken. Her hot wet tongue blazed a trail up his thighs with her gentle open mouth kisses. By the time he could feel her warm breath on his balls his cock was purple and straining.

“Ohhh fuck Queenie...please....” He begged, his voice rough and edgy.

“Please what?” She asked, looking up at him with bedroom eyes.

“Suck me...fuck me...I don’t care...just end the torture...I need to be in you. Any part of you...” His voice quivered...he was needy...desperate. She marvelled that she could bring him this far with just a few well placed touches. She hadn’t even began to work her magic yet.

“Ugh...fuck yes!!” Jon cried as her warm mouth enveloped his head.

Stephanie stilled herself and revelled in the taste of him – musky, salty, she needed more. Without removing her mouth she lapped at his slit with the tip of her tongue and tasted the pre cum there, it was her entree. She slid her mouth lower down his shaft and began to pump up and down, occasionally pulling off to tease his sensitive tip.

“You have a magical mouth Queenie,” he croaked out. His compliment spurred her on. She relaxed her throat and too his entire length until his dark curls tickled her nose. She clamped her thumb and forefinger around his base and groaned low in her throat and was immediately rewarded with her main meal.

“Queeeennnieee” he cried out as his sack emptied deep within her throat. She continued to groan and the vibrations along with her fingers clamping him had him cumming longer, harder than he had in years.

Stephanie drew back from his cock, taking care to lap up every last drop of his precious cum. But she did not give him much time to recover. She stood before him and bent low at the waist to kiss him deeply. Her tits hung temptingly before him and he reached out to cup them both, she moaned at his touch.

“Mmm...so sensitive.” He clasped both nipples between two fingers and squeezed gently.

Stephanie gasped, “I hope it doesn’t take you too long to recover, honey...I don’t know how long I can wait with you doing that.”

Jon’s eyes moved to his cock – already rock hard and straining – hers followed them. “Ready when you are baby.”

“So I see” She grinned biting her lower lip.

Stephanie snagged the small foil package from the floor where it had been discarded earlier and within seconds had him sheathed. She straddled his thighs, and positioned her slit along the length of his rock hard cock. Leisurely she began to rock back and forth so that the tip of his cock enticingly teased her clit. She heard his breath quicken in time with hers, could feel his erratic heartbeat under the strong firm muscles of his chest where her hands braced her. When she could take no more, starring deeply into his eyes she rose up and in one motion seated him fully within her.

Jon ran the flat of his hand from the flat of her abdomen up between her breasts. Her skin was slick with the effort of their lovemaking. He caught her around the back of the neck, threading his fingers into the damp ringlets there and pulled her to him for a deep passionate kiss, their tongues entwining in harmony.

His other hand slid between their writhing bodies to find the small nub that would push her over the edge and undoubtedly take him with her. His thumb found the swollen bud and circled it gently at first, becoming more and more insistent with each murmur and moan.

“God your beautiful” he whispered in her ear, nibbling there.

Feeling the warmth radiate towards her core and knowing it wouldn’t be long now, Stephanie captured Jon’s mouth in another passionate kiss in an attempt to muffle her impending scream. Her walls began to quiver around him, clenching tighter...so tight. Her mouth was on his again, frantic, wanton. And then they were both moaning in ecstasy as they peaked in unison, her walls pumping him dry of his seed.

Stephanie collapsed against him, her head resting in the crook of his neck.

As they both lay there catching their breath, Jon’s chest started to rumble with laughter.

Turning over, she propped her hand on his chest and couldn’t help but smile. “What is it?’

He smiled and gently kissed her swollen lips. “You exceeded my expectations more than you can imagine…”

“Your expectations?” she inquired, arching an eyebrow high up her smooth forehead. “How could you have had expectations?”

Jon’s eyes glimmered with amusement as he traced her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “You don’t really think it was all just a happy coincidence that we ended up sitting so close together, do you?”

Stephanie’s eyes grew wide with shock and she gasped. “You PLANNED this? But…how…why…?”

“Rich and I have been wanting to meet some of our favorite fiction writers for a while now.”

Stephanie fell back against the settee in shock. “Are you SERIOUS? This was all a big set-up? But…how did you know I’d bring Hath? And how did you know I’d go for…all this?”

“Educated guess. What I was more worried about though was that once I got you here, I wouldn’t find you as appealing as you are on my laptop.”

“And?” Stephanie asked frostily.

In response, he trailed his fingers through her hair once more, lowering his lips until they were a breath away from hers. “You have surpassed my wildest fantasies, Queenie. And I’m thinking…if you really want your stories to be realistic, you may need to do a bit more research…”

Homecoming

2009-02-01T02:19:00.000-08:00

I’m on my way home to you Angel. Are you ready for me? Are you desperate for the touch of my hands? Do you long to be wrapped in my arms?
I’ve been gone from you too long baby. I want you so bad....need you so bad. I miss the feel of your soft body under mine as I plunge deep within your warm wet folds. Are you wet for me baby?
I yearn for the feel of your silky hair strewn across my thighs as you take me deep into your throat. Can you taste me? Nobody has ever been able to do that to me like you can baby. You’re the only one who’s ever known just the right way to touch me, to caress me with your magnificent tongue. My cock is hard...straining, as I sit here typing to you, just imagining what you can - what you will - soon be doing to me. But not tonight...tonight my love is all about you.
I can imagine you now...waiting for me at the gate. It’s cool out but you have braved the weather and are wearing a short tight skirt – black of course. I can see the barest hint of the top of a lacy stocking. Both are peeking out from beneath a long beige coat that conceals your curves but I know they are there. Our first kiss...it will have to be chaste my love...we can’t get carried away in the airport. That will have to wait until we are home. Can you wait that long baby? Can you wait until we are home to feel me deep inside you? Perhaps in the car...
We rush together through the busy airport, unable to take our hands off each other and collapse laughing into the back of the large limousine. Our mood sobers as our desire takes hold. I instruct the driver and press the button for the privacy screen, barely in control of my need. I am thankful for the dark tinted windows, impervious to the stares of bystanders on the curb, as I strip you of your coat and my hands fumble with the buttons of your blouse.
The pale skin of your torso is revealed to me inch by glorious inch as each button complies. Your breath quickens as my knuckles brush over your cleavage, my hands descending lower and lower. And then your blouse is open and your beautiful soft mounds are my reward. I lean in and take a pert little pebble in my mouth, and you gasp, your body arching towards me in need. I feel it too baby...
I begin to run my hand up the inside of your silk clad thigh. I skirt my fingers under the edge of your skirt and ride it up to reveal your soft curls. You naughty girl...you didn’t wear panties. Do you need a spanking...No...Not today at least. Today is about pleasure...not punishment. We can save that for another time.
My warm wet mouth lays a trail of kisses to your neck and onto your ear. I whisper softly to you and you shiver involuntarily as my warm breath tickles your neck. I part your thighs and my fingers find your hot wet folds, I tease the lips ever so gently before plunging two fingers deep inside. They work their magic on your special spot while my thumb slowly circles your clit. Can you feel it baby? Are you hot for me?
I kiss down the length of your body and replace my thumb with my tongue. Your hips buck towards me, you thread your hands into my dark hair and groan loudly. I am sure even the driver heard that one. “Richie...please....,” you beg. I know what you are asking and I am happy to comply. I suck hard on your clit and feel you shudder beneath me as every nerve in your body tingles with the strength of your orgasm, unable to even utter a sound. But I don’t stop there, I ride the orgasm with you flicking and licking at your erect nub until you are so sensitive that you have to drag my head away.
I lay you along the seat now and within seconds my straining cock is free from my jeans and seated deep within you. You gasp as my legendary cock fills you, stretches you all the way to your womb. You pull me down to kiss me deeply and taste your juices on my tongue... it turns you on more and you begin to moan as another wave of pleasure builds. This time I am with you. I pump harder, faster as my balls clench and the heat of ecstasy burns through me. Together we cry out in rapture as we climax in unison. You wrap your arms tightly around me, holding me to you, not yet ready to lose the closeness after my long absence.
My flight is about to board my Angel...my love. I will be with you soon. Are you ready to unwrap your present? Are you ready for me?

A Wish Come True

2008-10-09T07:08:00.000-07:00

Jen couldn’t believe it. She was alone...... ON HER BIRTHDAY. She had been devastated that morning when her boss had told her that she needed to attend to critical issue in their New York office, and that she would be required there immediately. A few of her Jovi friends had organised a trip to Boston to be with her on her Birthday, they were there now along with her family...and she was in New York....ALONE. Well the crisis had been handled and she was fine to fly home but the fates had been against her and she had been unable to get a flight out.

At least they put me up in high style, she thought sitting in her hotel room at the Mandarin Oriental. Before her sat a solitary cupcake she had bought herself at the bakery on the way back to the hotel. In the cupcake sat a solitary candle, she lit the candle and feeling more than a little sorry for herself, made a wish and blew it out. She looked out over the New York skyline and wondered if it would ever be. Her wish had been the same for the last twenty or so years of her life, but sitting alone in her hotel room the knowledge that it would probably never come true depressed her.

Her cell phone on the nightstand rang startling her. She moved to pick it up. “Happy Birthday Hussy” her friends chorused when she held the receiver to her ear.

“Thanks guys” she said despondently.

“Awe come on gorgeous” came a familiar voice from the other end of the line, it was her friend Willow from the board. “You can’t be down on your Birthday. You need to get out there honey, go enjoy yourself, get down to the bar and have a drink for us.”

“You know what, I think I will. Never know who you might meet in the big city and it’ll beat sitting here alone” Jen replied. She chatted to the girls for a few minutes longer before saying her goodbyes and heading down to The Lobby Lounge. It was elegantly decorated in tones of ivory, brown and burnt orange. It was getting late, and being a weeknight there were very few people there. She took a seat on one of the single ivory lounges near the window, oblivious to the attentions of a tall dark individual settled into an alcove on the other side of the room.

He watched her walk in. All sass and confidence wrapped in a business suit, he did not normally go for brunettes but something about her just commanded attention. As she crossed the room he admired her voluptuous figure, her long wavy brunette hair bounced with each click of her stiletto’s. She strode with a purpose to one of the single lounges and sat crossing her legs, the motion revealing the top of her stocking and the hint of a garter. He was a sucker for stockings!

For several minutes he sat observing her, as she sat sipping a margarita. There was a certain sadness about her, a loneliness he knew he could remedy, but he was enjoying his anonymity and he wasn’t sure if he wanted jeopardise it, but there was a familiarity about her. She was so different to the women he would normally date, but given his recent track record maybe that was a good thing. He sat a few minutes longer and watched as the bar emptied out. It was close to midnight now and he was sure that she would be leaving shortly as well if he didn’t intervene.
He rose from his seat and made his way to her. “Do you mind if I sit here?”

“Actually, I’m just about to head out” Jen wasn’t in the mood to be fending off advances but there was a familiarity in the voice that urged her to look up “Oh my fucking God.... you’re Richie Sambora”

“Well it seems you have one up on me” he smiled then, causing his eyes to crinkle “but then again.... hang on... I do know you”

“Huh? How?” was all that Jen could manage as she stood on unsteady legs.

He leaned in close, so close that she could feel his breath on her skin. His lips brushed her ear as he whispered, “Hello Goddess!”

Jen felt herself turn fifteen shades of scarlet then.

“Bu..But how?”

“Are you girls really so gullible as to believe that we don’t read fan sites? Obie came across Topix a while ago now and told the rest of us about it. Then we found that Fan Fiction thread which led us to your blog. Since then I think we’ve all read at least some of your work. You’re a very gifted writer” He grinned checkily “Though I think Teek is a little upset that you haven’t done him yet”

Jen stood mouth agape, she was speechless, a very unusual occurrence for her.

“And since a lot of your work is about me and at least some of it is rather ...shall we say acurate”
he continued. “I decided to do a little research and managed to find a picture of you. That’s how I recognised you.”

“Oh God you didn’t?”

“Yeah I did and I’ve been toying with the idea of contacting you for some time now. I have to say I like the way you think” he said winking at her. “But I’d be more than happy to provide you with some realistic inspiration.”

“Are you offering what I think?”

He simply cocked one eyebrow.

“I don’t know what to say.” She said still at a loss for words.

He knew the risks in doing what he was doing, but he didn’t care. All he wanted at this point was to have his fingers wrapped in that gorgeous mane of hair and those long silk clad legs wrapped around his waist. “How about we take this conversation somewhere a little more private?” He asked.

“Uh huh” was all she could manage.

“Let’s get out of here” He threw five hundred dollar bills down on the table before motioning her to go before him.

“Where are you staying darlin’?” he asked.

“Here. Fifty-third floor.”

“Well how about that! Me too!” He placed his hand on her lower back, guiding her gently through the lobby and to the lifts that would propel them to their destiny.

The presence of his hand burned through her suit and set her skin ablaze. Richie Fucking Sambora! She was in a lift with Richie Fucking Sambora!

“Your room or mine?” He asked. When she just shrugged “Mine it is then”

In the small confines of the lift he could smell her perfume, all sweet and spicy. He moved so that he stood behind her and gently pulled her hair to one side to gain access to her neck. His lips brushed the junction of her neck and shoulder as he inhaled deeply of her scent. His hand snaked around her waist and he pulled her back to him so that she was in no doubt as to his intent, his erection straining at his pants and poking her insistently in the rear.

Her breath hitched at his touch. Her insides were aflutter as the lift came to a halt on their floor and he led her out and down the hall to his room, no his suite. He swiped the electronic key and swung the door wide dragging her in after him. He swung around rapidly, her momentum causing her to collide with him. He steadied her with strong hands and leant in to kiss her. She closed her eyes in sweet anticipation of his mouth on hers but it never came. Instead he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead.

“Can I get you a drink?” He needed to slow things down a notch. The fever pitch at which the scenario was accelerating alarmed him. He moved towards the bar as she answered him, putting some distance between them.

“Just a Coke thanks.” She answered a little confused. She had thought his intent was clear. Maybe she was mistaken. She made her way to the large picture window that overlooked Central Park and admired the New York nightscape, ablaze with light.

“Can I take your coat?” He asked, coming up behind her once more, like a magnet she drew him in.

“Thanks.” She replied simply, grinning at what he would find.

As she undid the buttons he slid his hands into the neckline of her jacket and slid it off to find something most unexpected. A bare back, the shirt she wore was a white collared halter neck. Very business like in appearance from the front as long as the suit jacket stayed in tact. The muscles of her back rippled as she shrugged of the jacket, and the sight of them spelled the end of his control. Recklessly he threw her coat on an adjacent chair, he took her hands from behind, their fingers entwining, and bought them up to rest, still joined with his at head height. She flicked her head causing her hair to cascade over one shoulder giving him access to her neck, and when he pressed his body to hers and his hot mouth found that spot just below her ear she so loved, she thought she would die of pleasure.

Never had he been so aroused, painfully aroused, so quickly. He ground his pelvis in an attempt to find some relief but it only proved to make it that much worse. He nibbled on her earlobe and made his way down to her clavicle dipping his tongue into the dip there. He released one of her hands and bought his up to rest in an untethered breast, his thumb bothering the small peak that had formed there through the fabric of her blouse, bringing forth a moan. She turned her head, wanting his lips on hers, wanting to taste him and he enthusiastically complied, kissing her deeply, penetrating every last inch of her mouth with a skilful tongue.

Her hand reached behind him to find his cock rock hard and straining, and it was his undoing. He released her other hand and in one fluid movement he tore open her shirt. Buttons scattered, tiny projectiles that found themselves in every corner of the room but that was not enough.... he needed her exposed. He slid the zipper down on her skirt and pushed it over her hips letting it fall to the floor, finding her bare but for the stockings and garter belt. A guttural groan erupted from him then.

“We are the little hussy aren’t we?” He asked rhetorically.

“Mmmhmm” was all she could manage.

In an effort to regain a modicum of control he asked “Why did you look so sad in the bar?” as he turned her towards him, to admire her.

“Hmm...Oh...” The question he asked finally making its way through the passion induced haze in her brain. “It’s my birthday, my friends are at home to see me and I had a last minute call to come here”

“Well did that turn out so bad?” He asked, just millimetres from her mouth.

“Uh uh, now will you come the fuck on already” Her frustration shedding her of her inhibitions, as she undid the last buttons on his shirt and pushed it from his shoulders then made her way to his belt.

It was all the invitation he required. His hands found hers on his belt and moved them aside making shorter work of it himself. Within seconds his pants and boxers hit the floor and her skilful hands were on his erection.

“Whoa darlin’ if you want this to last any length of time you’ll let that go” he said pulling her hands from him and drawing her in for a kiss.

He turned her then back towards the window but an arms length away; she would need it to brace herself. He placed her hands on the glass and gently nudged her feet apart with his foot, wide, wider, until she was exposed for him, standing in a search position.

And search he did. She lost contact with him for a moment until she felt his warm breath between her thighs and his firm hands cupping her ass. He was sitting on the floor below her his back on the glass, his head between her legs. She was wet with her need for him, dripping. The first swipe of his tongue barely touched her, merely priming her for what was to come. The second grazing her clit bought forth a groan, but when he used his thumbs to spread her wide from behind and dipped his tongue inside she came undone.

“Ugh ugh oh oh ugh Richie... ugh fuck Richie......yes.....” Her head was thrashing now, her legs trembling but he did not stop. His mouth moving back to her clit sucking it in causing a second explosion within her until her hands came down and pushed him away unable to take any more of the sweet, sweet torture. He extended his tongue, tasting her one final time before regretfully moving away. Richie stood then, with her still facing the glass he moved behind and her pulling her waist to him he entered one fluid movement.

She felt him fill her completely, he allowed her mere moments to accept his size before he began thrusting in and out, slowly all the way, out and back in, seating himself with in her. One hand moved to her breast, pinching and teasing a nipple he knew soon he would need to taste, the other found her clit and played it as he did his guitar... masterfully bringing her to orgasm in just seconds, her convulsions around him almost to much for to bear. He removed himself from her creating a void, but it did not last long. He swung her to face him and lifting her high he impaled her on his cock. Her legs wrapped around him and she held fast as he pounded into her, seeking the release she herself had already found, several times over. He held her against the glass, pounding harder faster, and when she clenched her velvety pussy around him he finally found the relief he sought, exploding, spilling his seed deep within her.

With trembling knees he sunk to the floor, still joined with her. He laid her down gently on the ivory rug, and positioned himself on top. “Happy Birthday Darlin’” he said softly “But I’m thinking my present was as good as yours”

“Oooh baby you ain’t seen nothing yet. I thought you said you’d read my stories. By the time I’m finished with you you’ll think all your Christmas’ have come at once.” she pulled him down to kiss him deeply, a promise of what was to come...

Epilogue
Eight weeks later Jen was alone again, this time in the bathroom of her own home. She sat and waited anxiously for the test, waited for the little blue line that would confirm what she already suspected. Painstakingly slowly the line began to form. Finally her Birthday Wish had come true, she would have the child she had always hoped for. She thanked the fates that had not been against her after all, but had sent her Richie, her idol no less, on that wonderful, amazing miraculous night when he had given her the best Birthday present of her entire life... the one no one else could.

The Gift

2008-10-08T07:11:00.000-07:00

A Collaboration between Venus & Jovi's Willow

All I really wanted to do was get away from it all. I never expected to see you, meet you and leave the lake with a memory burned into my psyche forever.

I mean really, did you have to go and jump in that lake without your clothes? Oh, I’m sorry I startled you, but what else was I supposed to do. Your gorgeous dark hair, slender, tanned back, butt and long legs were the only thing I saw as you dove in, and I had to know what else I was missing. I felt like a school boy of 15, wanting to steal the clothes you left on that rock so that I would only prolong that time that I could watch you. Instead I decided to join you, diving in head first and coming up beside you.

Your initial reaction to me was hysterical, you trying to cover yourself in the crystal clear New Zealand lake, but it was a futile attempt at best. I could see your beautiful perky pink breasts bobbing just below the surface of the water and I just knew then that I had to have you.

Grabbing you around the waist, wondering how it was that I had gotten so lucky to find beautiful you in the perfect solitude of this beautiful country. Your skin was as soft as I’d imagined it would be in the moments before I joined you and I know that you felt my attraction the moment our bodies met. Reaching behind you to grab the back of your head, I brought my lips gently but firmly to yours, tasting the combination of you and of the lake water and deciding that you were the one I wanted, needed in that time and place.

The frigid lake water began to take its effect on me, on us. I felt you shiver, or was that the result of your passion I felt. I suggested we get out of the water and perhaps find an activity to warm us up but your modesty prevented you from leaving the little cover the water offered. It was then that I thanked my lucky stars for the blanket I'd brought along on my hike.

I confidently strode out of the water, pausing for effect as I reached into my backpack to retrieve the blanket, I could feel your gaze as though it were fire licking at my skin. Showing no modesty I bought the blanket to the waters edge, ensuring you understood my intent, and placed it on a nearby rock before turning around and moving away.

When I turned around you were wrapped in the blanket. Never before had I seen a sight so delicious, your cheeks flushed pink from the chill, your damp hair wild framing them. I moved closer to you and you saw me shiver. Taking pity on me you offered to share my blanket, opening your arms wide, welcoming me in to the warmth, into you.

I did not hesitate. I moved into you, your warmth, your passion. I could feel it now, I knew you wanted it as much as I and it was all the invitation I required. As we both warmed against each other it was as if our minds began racing simultaneously in the same direction. The next kiss was electric and the feelings shot through both of us as if we’d been struck by some sort of invisible lightening that appeared from nowhere in the bright blue sky. Once again I sought out your taste, nibbling first on your lips before gaining access to the wonders that lie beyond. Your skilful tongue came forth to tango with mine, leaving me breathless and wanting.

I needed to taste more. I laid a slow trail of kisses down your neck to the rosy peak at the tip of one breast and sipped of it before moving to the other. Your low moan had my cock throbbing, longing to be inside you, but I had other plans. Moving us to a grassy area under a nearby tree, I laid you down on the now drying blanket, taking in your exquisite form in full for the first time. My hand longed to touch every inch of you and then did, running from neck to torso and beyond. When I reached inside your thighs I couldn’t help but dip my fingers into you quickly – I just had to have a taste of your sweet nectar. It just wasn’t enough and I brought my head down lower, using my hands to part your legs gently. I delved in then with all of my being, consumed by my need to have more and more of you. Alternating between flicking at your clit and lapping at your juices, I looked up at you as your head thrashed back and forth, a combination of sheer relaxation and an unbelievable need for release. With a smirk I continued my sweet assault upon your every sense until I got the prize I had sought as you came hard and fast, screaming my name into the wilderness as you went.

I moved up and over you then and with one fluid stroke plunged into your silky depths. I could feel the convulsions of your orgasm still gripping you as stilled myself inside. Painstakingly slowly I began to stroke, all the way out and back in, and out again, the moist warmth of you inviting me to increase the pace but I resisted. I wanted, no needed it to last. I yearned to know everything about you then and all at once realized that I didn’t even know your name. “Your name, what’s your name?” I asked as I covered your face with delicate kisses. “Tresca” you answered simply. “My name is Tresca”. My mouth was once again drawn to yours, to share a soul altering kiss. I think that was the moment I knew, I knew I needed more, more than a day, more than a fling, more than a lifetime.

You urged me to go faster now, and how could I deny you. I slid my hand down your thigh to the crook of your knee and lifted it up, bending it, bringing it to your shoulder, I was amazed and pleased at your flexibility for it allowed me to thrust deeper. I did your bidding and picked up the pace, faster harder. I felt the first tremors of your second orgasm begin to clutch at my cock and knew this time I would be with you. As my balls tightened I realised that something was missing....

“Open your eyes Tresca, look at me” I urged and you complied sending me over the edge into sweet oblivion.

We lay in there that cool autumn day, basking in the warmth that was the union we had created, getting to know one another by touch only, no words spoken between us. Your eyes shone at me in a way nobody else’s ever had and I tried hard to memorize that look, that mirror into your very soul.

As we dressed quietly a little while later, I admit I caught a glimpse of you as you pulled your t-shirt over your head. You realized what it said and tried to hide it by lifting the bottom and threading it through the neck so it looked like a halter top. You blushed and turned to avert my view, but even then there were no secrets between us. It was a faded yellow-gold, the words emblazed on it were unmistakeable in my memory.

Just Jon.

You were my gift that day by the lake. I was so lost when I set out on that walk, never could I have imagined finding you but I thank my lucky stars everyday that I did. And even tho we haven't talked since then, I think of you every day.

So for your birthday I hope that you will choose to use the attached tickets and come to me in New York. I can't wait to see you again... my darling Tresca.

PS: Wear the shirt. I’ll be waiting.