Chapter Seventeen: Sweet Surrender

Pizza and wine had flowed freely for the last hour and a half and Richie was right. Jon did have the heat up high so she’d been sweating inside her woollen coat all night. Then again it could be the combination of wine and anticipation that was swimming inside of her. Despite the brutal banter both her and Jon had been subjected to all night they were a bunch of really nice guys. They had an ease around each other which she guessed was from spending the last half of their lives together.

David announced that they should be going as his fiancé would be waiting. "Well kids, thanks for an enjoyable evening."

Richie stood. "Yeah good to catch up. I'm here until Sunday so we'll catch up about writing tomorrow." He patted Jon's shoulder. "I'm sure you'll be nice and unwound then."

Devon cleared away the wine glasses into the kitchen and let the boys say their goodbyes. Balls of butterflies fluttered nervously inside of her she loaded the glasses into the dishwasher but she became aware she wasn't alone.

David was leaning against the fridge with an innocent grin across his face.

"Yes?" She cocked an eyebrow as she pushed in the dish-drawer. "You're coming to give me stick aren't you?"

David frowned. "Give you a stick? Why would I do that? You're not a dog?"

Devon laughed. "God, it means give me a hard time."

"I'm shocked. Who me?" He batted his eyes and then stood upright. "No. I just came to thank you for a nice evening." He held his arms out and she was surprised as he wrapped her in a huge hug.

"Oh, ok." She giggled and hugged him back.

He stepped back with his arms still on her shoulders. "You have protection right?"

"Jesus Christ."

"Sorry, you make it too easy Devon. Just go easy on him, he's old."

"Go-now!" She laughed and drilled a finger into his chest.

"I'm coming to see you about my hair tomorrow."

"I look forward to it. I’ll get my senior stylist to have a look. Kelly is excellent at curls."

"Ok sweetheart be good and I’ll see you tomorrow." He kissed her on the cheek and left her. She waved to the rest of the guys across the room as Jon followed them out into the lobby.

Whew. Crap and now they were alone. She corked the wine bottles and removed the empties along with the pizza boxes into the recycling bin. She hunted for a spray and a cloth and wiped down the counter-tops. Music started to play and she stopped and poked her head around into the living space but it was empty.

"Jon?" She ditched the cleaning accessories and walked back in.

Come a little closer baby
I feel like layin' you down
On a bed of sweet surrender
Where we can work it all out

Taking a deep breath she centred herself. This was silly, it wasn’t like she was a teenager anymore with the way she was acting. But this connection with Jon was intense, more so than that she’d experienced and this was more than just sex. And that’s what scared her.

Stop thinking, stop thinking.

"Good evening."

She turned and raised an eyebrow. Jon stood and beckoned her with his finger. She caught her breath as she realized this was it, she was in his apartment and she wasn't leaving. It was late and no one would be calling in on them now it would be just them. She shivered despite the fact she was more than warm and her pulse tripped over itself.

She wrapped her arms around her herself. "Hello there." She took one step towards him as he picked up a small remote and the lights faded away.

"Show off."

"Oh, I'm not done yet."

His scent was intoxicating as he came close and his arms wrapped around her waist. His expression was unreadable in the light but his gaze was dark and full of lust as it locked on hers. Her hands slid up his arms and rested on his shoulders. Her eyes closed as his lips met hers, hot and searing in their assault. The weight on her shoulders she had been carrying alone started to slip away. She hadn't let go in years and here now with Jon she felt like she could just for the night. Just for the moment.

Come a little closer baby
I feel like lettin' go

Devon opened her eyes and his stare was intensely fixed on her. Her hands cupped his neck and her finger tips skimmed along the bottom of his jaw. He was real and he was here ready to take her places that she'd closed off from the world. She wanted him to touch her like a cleansing rain and wash all her reality away. He had the power to break her but he also had the power to make her strong again.

The pad of her finger traced over his bottom lip under perfect white teeth that shot arrows to her knees every time he smiled at her. They dangled in the moment with cautious touches waiting for the moment to break. Her breath hitched as he tugged her coat open and slowly slid it off her shoulders and to the ground to pool at her feet.

Her heart beat faster in the tantric moment as his gaze lingered over her body.

"Sonofabitch." He muttered as his finger dragged around the curve of her breast and his other hand moved to cup her breast. Her whimper sounded more like a squeak as his lips travelled over her jaw to nip at the sensitive skin behind her ear. One of his legs pushed between her own and her breath hitched as his knee rubbed against her heat.

She could feel the hard bulge through the zipper in his jeans as his free hand smoothed over her ass and pulled her in close. Her knees were wobbly but she held her own. His hands moulded her breasts while she trembled as his mouth devoured her throat. She bit her lip in a struggle not to lose her composure and her will but started to fail miserably. They kissed and it was simple yet satisfying with the promise of something greater to come.

"I'm taking you upstairs."

She nodded. "Good, I'm the only one naked here." Her arm wound up around his neck and he cupped her ass with both of his hands and lifted her. She wound her legs around his waist and her breasts pressed against his chest as he took each step up to his bedroom.

Jon laid her down onto his bed covering her with himself. Nothing else seemed to matter but this moment, the air was still and his heart was beating under her hand as he hovered over her. It was a relief to have a body over her, nothing but his touch and his weight against her. She tugged the ribbed cotton and he brought his arms up and over his head and discarded the thermal. The lamps glowed in the corner of the bedroom and the city lights provided a picture perfect backdrop.

Flooded with need her fingers itched to roam down his chest and through his downy chest hair. His growl vibrated through her as her nails scraped over his belly. She boldly reached up and kissed him, her hands sliding over his muscles as she did. She ignored the fear of being swept away by this man as it was already too late. She would deal with that later as right now she wanted this moment. Wanted this with a need was burning a hole through her inside out.

Her hands fisted into his hair and he tipped her chin. The tip of his tongue traced down the long line of her neck and he made light work of her front clasp with his fingers. He nosed the lace away and his mouth quickly covered her nipple. Her eyes fluttered closed as she drowned in pleasure. Her hand dug into the bed and she gasped as his tongue flicked over her nipple.

"Oh god." His palm slid over her belly and his thumb dipped down below the line of her panties. She shuddered as he drew slow deliberate circles only to be matched with his tongue on her nipple.

Holy fuck.

She cried out over and over as each stroke, each lick drew her closer to the edge. Sweat beaded down her temple as she glanced down her body where she met his gaze. In the darkness over her breast it glinted with lust and a power that she was willing to give to him. She undulated against him as she tipped over the edge and stars shattered before her eyes as she crashed against the bed. Her mouth feathered over hers as she struggled for breath and struggled to hold the threads of herself together.

Jon rolled them so his back hit the bed and she was left sprawled on his chest. She buried her face into his neck inhaling his spicy and musky scent. He gripped her ass and slid her up and down over the rigid length of his cock. The friction in her satin panties against the denim of his jeans drove her crazy.

His head tipped back as she kissed up the arch of his neck and tasted him deeply. The growl from his throat vibrated against her tongue. She wanted to explore him like he was so intent on exploring her. She nipped over his chin and her lips met his as his hands slid up over her back to her shoulders. The feeling of him under her made her feel alive.

Her head hit the pillows as he flipped her again. He popped the fly of his jeans and she helped drag them down over his ass. And what a perfect ass it was. He cupped her shoulders from behind and locked her in the brace. Her heart beat hard against her breastbone as his gaze laid intently on hers. His knee nudged her legs open and he growled as the tip of his cock rubbed against her very wet panties.

God, her body was so tense that she could feel herself on the verge of release all over again and he wasn't even inside her. Her hands cupped each side of his jaw as the kiss radiated from sweet to sizzling.

Breathing heavy she slid her hand down between them and wrapped her fingers around the length of his cock. He hissed but held her tight as she pumped him gently.

"Baby." He murmured as his lips hovered over her ear. "I can't hold on much longer."

She turned his head so their eyes met. "Then don't."

His mouth burned its way down the centre of her as he lifted her and dragged her panties down her legs. Hot breath tickled over her thighs and her toes curled.

"My shoes." She whispered realizing she still had them on.

"Don't care." He wrapped her legs up over his hips and reached for a condom quickly sheathing himself.

Her fingers dug into the bed as he entered her. His mouth fused to hers as he began to fuck her faster. "Oh god." Her blood shot through her like liquid fire and her skin dripped with sweat. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as her breasts bounced against his chest and he moved inside her. Skin slapped against skin and she was raw and her nipples ached. Each sensation that rolled through her was more powerful than the first. She cried out as he pushed her knee up and deepened the angle.

Her head tipped back and his mouth hungrily found her breast. Fire coiled in her belly as she held barely knowing she was going to fall apart.

The second orgasm ripped through her but she was held steady by his weight and she thrummed beneath him. "Oh my god." She panted but he wasn't done. His breathing quickened and his thumb found her clit again. Their bodies were slick with sweat and her thighs dripped with her own cum.

"So wet. Fuck." The cords in his neck clenched and his body tightened. He shouted his release and she shuddered under him as her clit burned and her skin popped with pleasure.

He slumped beside her with their legs still tangled and gasped for breath. "I need water."

"I need a new uterus."

His hand slapped on his chest as he chuckled and rolled over on his side to face her. He pushed back her hair which was plastered down her cheek. "Those shoes are staying on your feet at all times. Fuck me."

She giggled and snuggled in closer to him. Her head was too clouded with pleasure and afterglow to even care what the hell she looked like right now. "Water would be good." Her fingers traced over his lips, her throat was dry and raspy. She was done.

He kissed her and groaned. "I'll get a couple of bottles. Don't go anywhere ok?"

Her eyes relaxed and her weight started to sink into the bed. "I didn't plan on it."

Rolling to the side of bed, he groaned as he got up. "Good. Because I'm not done yet."

Her eyes widened and she wrapped herself into the sheet and grinned into the pillow as her whole body tingled. Holy fucking shit.