Chapter Eighteen: Come On Get Higher

Jon snuck out to the deck for a quick puff of a cigarette before he headed to the kitchen to grab two bottles of water. Devon's bright blue eyes and creamy white skin were waiting for him back in his bed. It had been awhile since he remembered the experience of enjoying a woman staying over at his house. Normally he wanted them to leave when they were done but Jon found himself wanting to make reasons for her to stay longer. She'd fitted in pretty well with his band mates despite their brutal banter with her which she'd held her own. He had to admit seeing her cheeks flush was a complete turn on for him. Devon had innocence about her that he needed.

"Room service." He chuckled as he snuck back in the bedroom but stopped. Devon was lying face down into a pillow and her breathing was steady. "Dev?" He pulled back the covers and slid inside beside her but she didn't stir. "Damn maybe I did break you." He reached over and propped her bottle on her bedside table and opened his own as he lay back against his pillows.

He felt good. Loose and sated. He drank half of his water and realized he wasn't sleepy at all. "Dammit." He’d rather hoped they would re-hydrate and go for the second round before he passed out. He picked up his phone and then thought better of it. Maybe it would do him good to relax. He traded his phone for the remote and the TV slid out from the wall. Surely there was football highlights or something on. His bed mate stirred and he grinned as she popped her head up.

"Hello sleepyhead. Sorry, did the TV wake you?"

She tugged the sheet up around her breasts as she sat up and raked her hand through her hair. There was a thud as she slid her shoes off her feet. "God, sorry I must have drifted off."

He stretched and propped his hands behind his head. "Hardly surprising. Sorry I’m restless."

She reached for her water and he snickered at how intent she was keeping the sheet at the level of her breasts. It wasn't like he hadn't seen them before. Let alone tasted them. His groin stirred again just at the thought.

"Are you always so perky after-" She paused and took another long sip of her water.

"Mind blowing sex?" He asked dazzling her with a smile.

She raised her eyebrow. "We think highly of ourselves don't we?"

"Are you disagreeing with me? Because it didn't sound like it to me." He dragged his knuckle down her bare arm. God, her skin was soft like butter.

A smile played on her lips as she returned the water to the table and lay back next to him. "No I guess I'm not."

When he lifted his arm out across the pillows she snuggled in close and pressed her cheek against the side of his chest. His toes twitched as her nails raked lazily through his chest hair. God love women.

"What were you watching?"

Jon picked up the remote and turned off the TV. "Nothing really, I couldn't sleep." His fingers ran across her shoulder and draped down her back. "Especially with you naked in my bed."

A low whistle came from his lips as her finger lazily drew a circle around his nipple. "Is that so?" Her eyes gleamed and he growled as her nail dragged down his abs and over his belly.

"You've really got to stop doing that." He cupped her wrist before her hand went any further.

She giggled. "You so don't like not being in control do you?"

He narrowed his eyes and swept her under him as he rolled her flat on her back. "You are becoming too smart for your own good." He threaded his fingers through her hair and tipped her head back to meet her gaze.

The pad of her finger traced along his bottom lip. "So what you're really saying is when you don't get your way you throw a tanty?"

He snorted as he nudged his knee in between her thighs and her soft body pressed against his. "A tanty? God your damn accent slays me."

"Tantrum. You know like one of your kids."

"Well..." He trailed off thoughtfully and shifted the sheet lower so the tips of her breasts were revealed. "You're going to love this ‘tanty’.” His mouth crushed hers and his hands slid up the sides of her body lifting her up off the bed. His heart raced as his knee drenched from between her legs.

He cupped her neck and deepened the kiss, his tongue tasting each corner of her mouth. The moan escaped her throat but he swallowed it into his own. She was ready for him but he decided he was going to take the time and taste her first. Besides, that would be too easy for her and he was intent on making his mark.

Her perky breasts were begging for his mouth so he lightly nipped them before covering her nipples whole. She quivered under him and her fingers dug into his shoulders with each flick of his tongue.

"More." Her little gasps filled the room.

His laugh vibrated against her bud and his hand slid between them to her thighs. She was slick and she felt damn good under him. Tight and wet as two fingers slipped inside her. His teeth scraped down and over her shoulder and her body bucked towards him asking for more. His mouth covered her neck as her head tipped back, her skin sweet and slick with her sweat. His thumb flicked fast against her clit and she shook under him.

"Let go." His breath was staggered and his cock was heavy as her juices coated his wrist.

"Yes." She half-whispered the word before she buried her face in his shoulder. He growled as she ground forcefully against his hand as she came.

"Oh good god." She panted as he pushed back strands of hair that had plastered to her cheek. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes popped with colour.

He grinned and his lips hovered over hers. "Hold on tight." Because he was so not done yet.


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Hold on tight for what? Imminent self-implosion? Holy crap. This man was seriously evil on a whole new scale. He excited her in all the right ways and he had a streak of possession in him in the bedroom that was totally hot. Fuck. Connecting with Jon on this level was a whole different game. He pushed back on his knees and nudged open her legs. His head lowered down between her legs and he chuckled as the shock registered on her face.

"Jon-I-."

Jon nipped a gentle trail from her inner thigh up to her centre. It was like an electrical current zapping through her as his tongue passed over her sensitive spot. Her skin was already raw and ready to be abused once more. His tongue swirled over the tiny bundle of nerves and she cried out as he gently sucked. There wasn't a time she could recall being so overwhelmed in the most delicious way. The soft scrape of whiskers on her skin peaked the sensation of his hot slick tongue uncoiling her from the inside out.

He'd wanted her to let go and she was desperately hanging by a thread.

Devon arched and moaned as it took her under. No feeling was completely like it, it felt so good and she wanted more. His tongue teased her clit and her nipples hardened as his thumbs rolled over them. Sweet freaking lord. What was worse was that he knew exactly what he was doing. His movements were slow and agonizing enough so that it buzzed right through her but he kept it controlled so she wouldn't peak.

And Oh God, she wanted to peak. Over and Over.

She cried out in protest as his mouth left her and he crawled back up her body slowly. He planted little kisses along the way, taking the time to taste every inch of her skin. His tongue slid inside her navel and his fingers danced along her skin. He stopped at her left breast and paused flicking his tongue around the rosy bud. Her heels dug into the mattress and she didn't know how much more she could take of his relentless teasing.

Finally his mouth found hers and she tasted her own dark flavour on his tongue.

"I love your taste." His voice was raspy and filled with need. His eyes were dark and he wanted her as much as she needed him. "It's sweet like your scent."

"You're killing me. You know that don't you?" Her fingertips trailed down his jaw as they kissed and her body slid against his.

His breath was hot and his breathing uneven. "Is there any other way you'd rather go?"

The tip of his cock grazed against her heat and she whimpered. Words failed her so she shook her head. Beads of sweat ran down his temples and his eyes flashed as she licked a drop of sweat from his cheek. "Please. I'll beg if you make me."

His hand cupped her neck and he held them both still. "I'm holding on but barely. Touch me."

Her hand shifted and she wrapped her fingers around his shaft. God he was so hard. Her thumb rolled over the head and drenched with pre-cum. His eyes closed and his jaw dropped as he braced above her and groaned as her nail scraped down his shaft.

"Condom. Drawer." Using her freehand she reached for one while her other one remained wrapped around his cock.

Jon rolled it down his length and held her gaze and he entered her. They both moaned as he buried himself balls deep inside her. By instinct she wound her legs around his waist to draw him in even deeper. He withdrew after just one stroke and the friction was almost enough to shatter her as he slid back in.

"Oh c'mon on!" She gritted her teeth as sweat poured down her cheeks. Never had she wanted someone to break her so much.

She expected the tease or the dark chuckle that made her drip but no. He plunged inside her again and again so the pressure built deep inside her. Tight like a glove she contracted around his cock and her nails dug into his biceps. Reaching between them his thumb found her clit and he rubbed smashing any last will she had to hold it together. His hissed as her nails dug into his skin and threw her head back. Stars exploded and she heard his own animalistic shout before he released.

They collapsed in a pile and she struggled for breath as his heart beat furiously against her ear. He rolled them so she was splayed across his body and she shuddered as her body evened out. She kissed his chest and dragged her nails up along his shoulder. He grew heavy under her and dragged the sheet up over them.

"Just fuck." Was the last thing she remembered him saying as she murmured into his chest and drifted off sated and spent.