Chapter 104

Tessa felt the world whirl as she backed into the car, but she decided that she liked the long, slow spin and fastened her lips to his to ride it out. His flavor was like a narcotic.  The bump and grind of the dance floor, then the teasing touches in the hallway had jump started her libido.

It was a mindless thing, she couldn’t think about even a slice of propriety at that point.  She wanted him naked, wanted his skin on her, inside of her and around her until she smelled nothing but his fresh soapy scent and the hot, darker flavor of him skin to skin. 

She could feel him fighting her, fighting the riptide she was bringing down on his head, but she was too far gone to worry about what he thought of her.  She wanted him to feel what she did, to want like she did.  Consequences be damned she would taste him in the next five minutes or she’d tie him down.

Pushing him back, she slammed down the lock on the door and crowded him into the door.  Flashes of light came from the headlights of cars and the streetlights that swished by as the driver headed for the hotel.  She could see him though; the darkness slowly gave way to the perpetual life of New York. 

He hissed as she nipped at his ear and tugged his shirt tail free and started popping buttons from the bottom up.  The thin line of hair at his belt grew and widened over his belly and chest as she pushed at the shirt.  Wanting his flesh, wanting his taste in her mouth, she swung her leg over his.

“Tess, wait,” he said and caught her fingers, laughter in his voice mixed with a little frustration.

She hiked her dress and watched as his eyes went from teasing and exasperated to that flame center hot that made her melt.  She’d known most of the night that he would have a coronary when he found out that she’d gone sans underwear that night.  Every, little thing showed in the line of her dress, so she’d gone with thigh highs and skin, knowing the slit in her dress modest enough to pull it off.

She settled herself on his thighs and widened her fingers to splay over the ridge of muscle along his stomach and up across each pec.  “I don’t want to wait,” she said with an exaggerated pout and yanked his tie down and through its loop slipping it out from his shirt and around her own neck.  “I can’t wait another second not to,” she leaned forward, letting her hips undulate against his tense thighs as she scraped her teeth over and around the dogtag hidden beneath his shirt then to the underside of his pec.  She followed the trail of shadows and light as she made her way down his washboard abs.

She flicked the buckle open and reached inside, letting her tongue taste what she was craving.  “Taste you,” she said and looked up at him.  His eyes had gone hooded, and the blue was dilated in awareness and barely controlled lust glittered as she slowly drew him into her mouth.

She pushed the zipper placket back and cupped him just the way he liked, letting her touch and the soft hum of her pleasure drag him into the stilted, powerless passion she was feeling.  Carnal heat, mixed with a dab of pre-cum as his hips lifted to thrust into her mouth.  She took him deeper, letting herself relax around him and took him all. 

She looked up to see him watching her, his fingers teasing the tips of her hair as he tried not to close his eyes against the pleasure she was giving him.  She could see that he wanted to take action, she could feel his body shudder as she crawled up to sit just below the painful erection that pressed against his belly. 

She braced her hand on the line of the door and the roof of the car and raised herself up.  “I need you,” she said with a ragged breath.  She bit down on her lower lip as he took a hold of himself and angled the tip of himself over the hood of her.

She wanted to slam down onto him, ached to take him hard and fast, but he held a hand to her belly and stopped her.  The tip rubbed there in the molten heat he’d created inside of her.  She’d been half wet the entire evening, but add in the play and the teasing, then the alcohol and the power of his touch she was so ready she would have to force herself not to scream her way down 57th.

She growled and tried to push herself down onto him but he held her still with ease.  She dropped her hand from the door and twisted her fingers into his shirt and pulled him up.  The clash of wills was unexpected but blinding in the heat of the moment.  “Fuck me dammit!” she said hoarsely.

Startled by her words and the reckless shout of pleasure as she sheathed him he just held on as she moved against him.  The world was centered here on this man, and the pleasure she sought. She rode him hard, unable to quench the thirst inside of her, the need to have all of him.

She cried out a frustrated groan as her orgasm was just out of reach.  He reached around her neck and pulled his tie down over her shoulders, wrapping the ends around his hands to haul her in.  The angle and the pressure of the silk caused her back to arch in response.  He pushed aside the slinky material with his mouth and found the tip of her breast, sucking deeply at the tight nipple.

He moved from one breast to the other and the sliding, rasping tongue was just enough to send her over.  She clenched down on him so hard that she heard a shout of surprise release come from him as she viced down on him.

She collapsed onto him, her body and mind whirling with sex, alcohol and the unique blend of her man’s scent on her.  She buried her face into his neck and felt the pull of the whispy black night around her.

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Jon felt her go boneless against him and let out a long breath.  She’d taken him with a wildness that bordered on the frantic.  He’d wanted to wait, maybe just fool around in the car and let their play culminate in the hotel, but as it always was with Tessa, life had other plans.

His fingers traced up and over the latticework of ties that went up her back and relaxed into the soft rise and fall of her in sleep.  He hoped it was just sleep anyway.  It would not exactly be the ending of the night he’d planned if she passed out on him.

He tried to sit up a little, the curve of plastic and leather that usually only granted comfort was now digging into his back.  He was still buried inside of her, their scents mingling and merging into the overheated backseat and he ruefully smiled.  They’d certainly made their mark on this car.

“Tessa,” he whispered.

No answer.  Not even a change in her breathing.  Well shit, she probably did pass out on him. Not wanting to disturb her, but not willing to have a broken back either, he sat up and detangled them.  He shifted her next to him and lowered her dress, sighing in contentment when she curled into him so trustingly.

What should have only been a passing fling had grown so fast and furiously into something he wouldn’t live without.  He was beginning to think, couldn’t was more or less the correct word for it. 

Watching the city pass by, the short car ride came quickly to an end with the bright lights of the Time Warner Center in full bloom.  The fountains in the center were flowing in pretty colors and the stars that showcased the front display were in their ever-changing flush of reds, blues, oranges and pinks. 

“Pretty isn’t it?” she said from his chest.

“Hey, you woke up,” he said and pressed a kiss on her hair.

“I just needed a little catnap.  I don’t want to waste a moment of tonight,” she whispered and looked up at him.  The iridescent cast of light could have been harsh, but it only accentuated the rise of her cheeks and the devil bright smirk flirting with her lips.  “I have plans for you tonight, Mr. Bon Jovi.”

His smile widened as he lowered his mouth to hers.  “I like the sound of that,” he said against her lips.  Drowning in her softness he let his lips coast along hers.  Where speed and urgency had been, there was now gentleness. 

Jon breathed her in, anxious to get her to the room, to get her within skin to skin reach.  He’d had enough of the public, the niceties, the persona he had to play.  He wanted her to himself.  All to himself. 

Stepping from the car, he pulled her into him, pouring the slow burn of need into a kiss that spoke of long, slow nights and the cover of night.  When he felt her shudder against him, the satisfaction was nearly in his grasp.  Leading her inside and up to their room, he did nothing but keep her occupied both with his mouth.

The long, drugging kisses were beginning to affect him as well, but he was adamant about making this night one to remember.  One to get them through the quick pull of crazy that was coming up on him.  He knew their time was limited.  His life and his job were going to make themselves heard and he didn’t want to face that quite yet.

Tonight was about them.

He backed her down the hallway with laughter and took advantage of the soft eyes that still floated a bit with good booze.  “Okay, you gotta stop, my head’s spinning,” she managed as he backed her into their door.

“And that’s the point,” he said and dipped again.  She sagged against him, her soft tongue sliding against his as he delved inside of her. 

She broke away and groaned as he switched his options and hit her neck with every bit of knowledge he had about her body.  Knowing what would drive her mad, and make her whimper he exploited her skin and the line of sensitive flesh behind her ear. He dug his keycard out of his pants pocket and quickly got them inside. 

He backed her through the door and pulled her to a stop at the end of the hallway.  He pushed her against the wall of mirrors that made up the closet and turned her to face them.  “Time for this delicious dress to hit the floor,” he said into her hair.

She reached behind to untie the laces but he stilled her hands, forcing them to her sides.  “Let me,” he said and started at the small tie at the small of her back.  Instead of just loosening them, he slowly brought the string up and through each eyelet that gathered the dress.  As it slowly opened, the front of her dress began to fall forward. The gentle curve of her breast peeked through the slash of copper. 

Her head fell back against his shoulder as he pressed a kiss over each inch he revealed.  A tiny shuddering breath released when he reached her shoulder blades and traced the line of freckles that flirted across each crest.  Her head fell forward as the dress opened and the slight straps at her shoulders drifted down to her elbows. 

A minute later the dress was in a pool at her feet.  The only thing left was skin and silk stockings held onto her thighs by sheer will.  He traced his fingers down her neck and over her shoulders, curving his palm around her right breast in the mirror.

Smoky, copper eyes met his in the mirror, her spring green eyes were going a stormy sea color as she watched him watching her.  Without a word, he brushed his hand across the flat of her midsection and over the tiny curve of her belly and down to the thin line of red curls already glistening with excitement. 

Her naked mouth opened and her tongue darted out to wet the dryness as her breath caught just as his fingers tested her.  He groaned low and slow into her ear as he felt her slick center open for him.  Teasing her, he drew his palm over her hood and trailed his fingertips over the stockings.

Moaning, she tipped her head back to his shoulder and opened for him.  Her lips were swollen with need as he was drawn back into the heat of her. Watching her watch him touch her had his cock in a stranglehold behind the placket of his zipper.  Even the quick fuck in the car did nothing to distance his need for her. It was in-your-face rampant and screaming in his brain, but he wanted slow.

He wanted to show her gentleness now.  But it wasn’t gentleness straining at his dress pants.  Taking a deep breath, he only drowned in pears and spice instead, steeping himself in the scent of her, driving his control to the edge of disaster.

Her mouth opened wider as he teased the outer rim of her curls, then deeper, further inside her as her body drew his fingers forward.  The slick, warmth beaconed him and he pushed two fingers into her.

She gasped and bucked against him, but he stilled her with his other hand, his lips at her shoulder, then her neck, then her ear and the sense of urgency that rode him eased when she softly mewled her way through her first orgasm.

Tessa lifted her arm and draped it behind her and over his shoulder until her fingers were threaded into his hair.  She met his eyes in the mirror.  “If you’re done showing me the extent of your technique,” she said a little breathlessly, “I’ll take the real Jon now.”

His eyebrow rose.  “Excuse me?”

She turned around and wound her arms around his neck, stepping out of her dress as she pushed him into the room.  “I want you.”

”I just gave you me.”

“You gave me a show,” she said and nipped at his jaw line, then the tiny cleft at his chin.  She flicked open the rest of his buttons and pushed both the shirt and the jacket off together until it dropped behind him.  He leaned around the corner to flick on the light in the bedroom, but she stilled his fingers.

“I think the lights outside are enough,” she said and tugged at the tab and slot buttons of his slacks until they hit the floor with a dull thud.  He glanced out the window to the harbor and the flood of city lights then back to her.  “I want it all,” she murmured against his mouth and cupped him with her soft, sure hands.

He whipped the covers back and pushed at the pillows, settling her on the sateen sheets until the fire of her hair haloed around her head and he eased himself against her, groaning when her legs opened and surrounded him.

He met her mouth with equal fervor, feeling the threads of control unraveling.  “I want this to last,” he said against her mouth. 

“I want you lost,” she said against his mouth as the kiss turned feverish.  “Lost like I am when you touch me.” She smoothed her hands over his back and down to cup his ass.  “Be with me,” she said on a breath.

And he let go.

Let the night take them through the paces, the peaks and the shuddering lows as they touched and learned each other again.  And just as the skyline melted into the deepest of night they slept the sleep of the sated and the found.