Chapter Sixty-Four: Platinum and Orgasms

It had been all too much. The visit from her father was wonderful but overwhelming and now as the pieces fell into place she realized that Jared may not have let her off as lightly has she’d hoped. He would be angry with her and if he turned up on her doorstep and wanted his money she’d gladly give it to him to steer him away from Jon or anyone else they both were in contact with.

But would that even be enough? As she dragged Jon into her bedroom she did what she always did and decided to lose herself in the man that loved her. His touch and his weight always took her away from reality, just for a moment.

“Are you sure you are ok?” He asked between punctuated kisses as they stumbled back into the bed. His hands smoothed up her arms as she straddled him. “Not that I’m complaining but you do use sex as a weapon to distract me.”

She grinned and pushed up his top, nosed into the soft chest hair. “You are one to talk mister. How do you think I got here in the first place?”

Jon folded his arms behind his head and cocked a brow. “Oh do tell me, since you seem to have a theory.”

She pulled off her shirt and smirked as his gaze trailed down to her breasts. “You were persistent and never took no for an answer.”

His eyes widened. “I merely came into the salon looking to improve my skin and you talked me into all these treatments just to have me there under your hot little hands. Admit it.” The lopsided grin was as cute as the innocent act he was trying on her.

She laughed. “Oh that is complete bull-” she cleared her throat. “Lies. You wouldn’t have the treatments unless I agreed to a date.” She smoothed her hands down his chest, over tight skin around his abdomen and down to his jeans buckle.
“Oh you wanted me.” He teased. “You know it.” He groaned and nodded towards her. “You are going to take that lacy thing off?”

She let the crimson bra strap slide down her shoulder exposing her breast a little more. “You mean this old thing?”

“Yes, see. Manipulating me just like you did when we met.”

She snorted and leant down making sure the dip between her breasts was in full view to him. Her lips hovered over his. “You are such a liar.” Her tongue grazed his upper lip before she sat up again and shifted her weight onto the hardness in his jeans.
“I have self-control.” He announced. “So I didn’t do anything.”

Her eyes narrowed and a wicked smile spread on her lips. “Self-control huh?” She slid off her bra and flung it across the room. She leaned forward the tip of her breast dangling within his mouths reach. He licked his lips and his eyes flicked back to hers.

“You forget who you are dealing with here baby. I have self-control like a steel wall.”

Her fingers drifted down over his nipples and she playfully rubbed one as she trailed across his belly. “We’ll see just how steely you are Superman.” She cupped her breast and her thumb caught her nipple as she let out a breathy sigh.

“Oh that feels so good.” She breathed as she shifted against his cock.

“You play a dangerous game little girl.” He warned her through slitted eyes.

She fisted a hand into her hair and pleasured her breast with her fingers. “I bet I’m so wet.”

His body tensed under her and bit her lip. It would be a matter of time but being the determined man he was she knew he’d give it a good shot. He shifted his head and the back of his hands dug into the pillow.

Her eyes fluttered as she slid her hand down to the band of lace around the crimson lace over her hips. “Shall we see if I am?”

He groaned but it was more like a growl as his gaze cemented on her hand at her panties. She slid a finger inside and her fingertips tickled over her sweet spot. She lifted her finger to her lips and licked it as he cursed. "Oh, I am."

She wanted nothing more than him to be pleasuring her but she had to admit this was hot, watching him suffer while she pleased herself on top of him. And he was rock hard under her.

“I’m not moving. You can come on your own.” He said stubbornly but his voice broke. “And it would be a waste.” But he wasn’t convincing so she slid her hand back down her panties.

She gyrated against his cock and he moaned. “I can make you come without being inside of me.” She issued the challenge. He’d done it to her. “And hands free.” She winked. His chest shuddered as he fought her challenge. She dry humped him as she slipped a finger inside herself.

“Oh god. Yes.” She whispered as she fell over him. Her lips clumsily on his cheek and her moan vibrated against his skin.

His neck was clenched, he was fighting but she was winning. “You gonna come for me?” She asked him in between pants of her own doing.

“No.” He bit back fighting the control he was losing. “Shit.” He stammered as she thrusted hard against him.

She closed her eyes as she built her orgasm. “Sometimes late at night...” She panted against his ear. “When you’re not here…I touch myself like this.”

“Fuck.” He swore as he became restless underneath her.

“I imagine your mouth all over me and your cock inside me.” She groaned. “Oh god. Ripping me apart.”

“Devon.” The words were forced and his jaw clenched.

“The way you fill me…” Her thumb brushed along her clit and her senses were alive. “The way you stretch me…” Sweat trickled down her temples and splashed onto his face. His hands hadn’t moved from behind his head but the veins in his biceps were bursting. He was losing control and she was winning.

She shuddered as the orgasm rattled, ready to burst. Her teeth teased his earlobe. “Come with me.” The white light exploded and she jolted as it pulsed through her. His hands cupped her hips and his shouts equalled hers as his body jerked and bowed beneath her.

A few breaths later she regained her composure and lifted herself up off him. Jon had sweat swiped across his cheeks and chest heaved under her as he caught his breath. “I win.”

“Shit.” He muttered as she victoriously grinned down at him.

“Maybe I do use sex as a weapon.”

He rolled her and pinned her into the bed with his weight. “You are deliciously evil and that is why I love you.” She closed her eyes as he swept the hair away from her face and kissed her gently.

With everything that had been happening and the rate the world was spinning around them she took the moment she so desperately needed to ground herself. “I learn from the best. I love you too. And I’m ok.” She chuckled as locked her legs around his waist. “But we so need to get these jeans off you.”

“Amen to that.”

~

Jon left Devon in the shower and headed back to his apartment with a broad grin on his face. Well shit. He hadn’t expected that but he loved that about them. Especially in the bedroom. He couldn’t remember a time when him and Dorothea were so playful in the bedroom, at least not in the later years. Devon kept him fresh and alive.

As he walked down the cobblestoned street back to his apartment he stopped at the jewellery store near the base of his building and stared in the window. There was a chunky silver ring with a twisted heart that caught his eye. He’d noticed Devon often wore rings in the salon and this would be perfect, a token of his commitment to her as they worked through this next phase of her life. He took a step back and checked his watch. He needed to get back and run a few errands before his dinner with Devon and her father but he had a few minutes.

He walked down into the shop, he hadn’t been there in a few months and but had always loved their jewellery. He even had a few skull pieces from there.

“Jon! Long time no see.” Mario the owner came out from behind the counter to greet him.

“Hey Mario. Good to see you. I’m interested in that ring in the window with the twisted heart.”

“Sure, that’s a new platinum piece we’ve just had brought in. Very nice.” Mario went up to collect it from the display case in the window while Jon hovered around the counter. Mario’s jewellery was always unique and had a rock and roll flare to it with skulls, hearts and barbed inspired crosses. He also did traditional cut stone jewellery with a flare different than anyone in town.

Jon held it up and slid it onto his pinkie. It was perfect. It looked heavy but the lightweight of the platinum made it comfortable. “I’ll take it.”

Mario’s eyebrow lifted. “Just like that? You were always a man who knew what he wanted.”

Jon snickered in light of the conversation with Devon a couple of hours ago. “I guess I am. It’s for someone very special and she will love it.”

Mario boxed it up and Jon handed over his Platinum Amex card. “How much?”

“Ninety five-hundred.”

Jon nodded and signed the slip. “Perfectly Perfect.” He smiled again. She may have come with some flaws but who didn’t. He wasn’t perfect and he didn’t proclaim to be but the one thing that was perfectly perfect was how much he loved her.

“In a couple of weeks I might come back and talk to you about designing a ring.”
“Sure, for a special occasion?”

Jon tucked his wallet into his back pocket. “You could say that.”

“Well we’d love to help you Jon, do you have any specific yet?”

“No, not yet but something with a pink diamond is all I know. I’ll come in for a chat maybe late next week?”

“You got it.”

Jon tucked the parcel into his inner coat pocket and headed back out into the street to his apartment. He was two feet away when someone tapped him on the shoulder.

“Jon, sorry to bother you but I’m just wondering if you could sign this for my wife. She’d kill me if she knew I saw you and didn’t ask for it.”

Jon looked up at the man in front of him bundled up in a puffer jacket and scarf. “Ah, sure man. What is her name?” He couldn’t pick what type of American accent he had but it was a little off.

“Judas.”

Jon raised his brow. “Sorry, Judas is her name?”

“No, Jude.”

“Oh sorry.” Jon scrawled the name and signed his name quickly. “There you go.”

The man patted Jon’s arm. “Thanks man. You’re the best. She’ll love this. I better get a quick picture as well.”

“Sure.” Jon winced and forced a smile as the guy pointed the camera at them both and then tucked it away.

“Thanks Jon. Have a good one!”

And then he was gone. It wasn’t that unusual getting stopped in New York but Jon frowned. He was sure he said Judas. How odd. He shook it off and walked into his apartment building dialling Richie’s number. They needed to press on with getting more writing down and then he had dinner with his possible new father-in-law. Hopefully he would have some more information on Jared and his whereabouts and if they needed to beef up their security.

He made a quick note in his phone to call Matt later and talk to him since he had all the contacts from the tour. He might know a good reliable source if they needed some personal security. It was no where near his preference in this whole situation but he wasn't willing to risk anyone's safety until they knew Jared was ten thousand miles away from them.