15 - Booty Time

Jon threw the door open wide and stood aside.  “Hey.  Come on in.”

His smile was soft around the edges, and Petey couldn’t help but impulsively return it as her high velvet heels went from silent against the carpet, to clicking firmly on the foyer tile.  She didn’t wear them often, yet she wouldn't give these shoes up for the world.

Heels that weren’t stiletto, nor chunky, and a platform sole added six inches to her height and brought her almost eye-level with him.  The black velvet cradled her bare feet, and blood red toenails were visible through the peep toes. 

But her absolute favorite thing about the shoes?  The wide, velvet laces that wrapped around each ankle three times and made a sassy bow on the back of her leg.

“Very sexy shoes,” he admired, looking directly into blood red irises that matched her toenails.  “I wouldn’t mind if you left them on….”  He allowed the thought to trail off as his eye wandered over her perfectly straight hair, glamorously applied makeup and black velvet choker.  Jon idly wondered what was hidden beneath her jacket.  The knee-length wool was buttoned to the chin, with nothing visible below the hem but smooth, white skin.  “Can I take your coat?”

She efficiently slid the backpack from her shoulder to the floor and lifted her hands to the front of the jacket.  Her fingers tightened on the lapels and uncertainty flashed in her eyes, looking oddly out of place. Jon had never seen anything but confidence radiating from them.

“I have to warn you…” Her fingers began to clumsily push buttons through their holes.  “I’ve never been on a booty call before, and was unsure of the costuming.  I had to make do with what I had.”

His gaze was locked on the blood tipped fingers that – he thought – were a little shaky.  “Sugar,” he drawled lazily, “For future reference, what you wear doesn’t matter.  It’s coming off as soon as I get my hands on it anyway.”

It may just be the light, or the heavier makeup, but Jon thought her cheekbones got a little rosier. 

So bold, yet so easily flustered by a few words. 

The black wool slid down her arms and Petey gripped the coat in one hand, shoving it toward him.  “Thank you.”

And what did he do?  Stared like a dumbass.

His fingers put the scratchy fabric in a death lock so it wouldn’t hit the floor – like his jaw had - but he couldn't bring himself to do anything but gawk.

Petey’s eyes rose slowly over his bare feet, up past the baggy gray athletic pants to the black sleeveless tee that hugged his torso.  Then they backtracked.  There was a distinct bulge in the crotch of those pants.

I guess I did okay.

Jon drank in the black velvet corset that was trussed tight, forcing the plumpness of her breasts together and spilling them over the top.  The sparkling diamond-like buttons lined down the center of her torso barely caught his attention.  He was more focused on the teeny-tiny pleated, black velvet skirt that barely covered her ass. 

“Do you have panties on under there?” he demanded.

“Yes.”

He turned abruptly, snatching open the closet and hanging her coat with jerky motions.  Slamming the door, he took the two steps necessary to stand before her.

“I wasn’t going to be a total pig about this.  I was going to take you on the tour of the house you didn’t get last time, offer you a drink, listen to some music… then I was going to take you upstairs to bed.  But that…” He lifted both eyebrows and nodded toward her clothes.  “…changes things entirely.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning…”  Jon stepped closer into her space.  Close enough that he could feel her breath on his throat.  Dragging one languid thumb along her outer thigh, his voice dropped to a rumble.  “I’d like to press your ass up against that wall, plant one of those sexy heels in my back and fuck you until you scream.”

Her eyes dilated behind the crimson contact lenses.

“But…” he continued, leaning in to lick the skin just below the choker.  “I will show enough restraint to wait until we get upstairs.”  The tendon between her neck and shoulder received a sharp nip.  “If you go right now.”

Any previous traces of uncertainty dissolved as Petey twined her fingers in his, pulling him along when those high, high heels ate up the distance to the staircase.  The sultry sway of her ass made the skin between the corset and the skirt flash enticingly with each step.

Her high heel  had just tapped the first stair when he quietly commanded, “Stop.”

She tossed a curious look over her shoulder when he separated their hands.  Rough fingers at the small of her back pushed the material of the corset up and the waist of the skirt down, baring the stretch of skin between her hips.  Her tattoo.

“I wanna see this before I get distracted with all your pinkness,” he murmured, tracing a thumb over the flowing script. 

To  Thine Own Self  Be  True

It was etched in hot pink from hipbone to hipbone, along with a feathery quill.  The tip of the quill was poised above ‘true’, having just penned the epitaph, while the plume spilled down onto her right buttock.

“Satisifed?”

“I will be.”  He gave a gentle nudge to her butt.  “Bedroom.”

Without another word, she climbed the steps and strolled through the study and bedroom foyer to stand on the dark hardwood of the bedroom floor.

A soft lamp glowed on the nightstand, while the skyline of New York pierced the darkness outside the windows like a million fireflies.  Petey couldn’t resist the draw of the windows and mindlessly drifted to them and the view beyond.

“Gorgeous,” she breathed. 

“Mm.”  Jon slipped up behind her, sliding his arms around her waist.  He pulled her bottom against his arousal and peppered her bare shoulder with open-mouthed kisses.  “You smell good.” 

A delicious shiver raced down her spine as his tongue bathed her skin in dampness.

“Taste good, too.”

She ever-so-slowly twirled in his arms, savoring the friction against her hyper-sensitive skin.  Tipping her head back a fraction, she saw the smoldering heat in his eyes.  “You know I’m a sure thing, right?  No need to romance.”

That blue heat cooled to the temperature of ocean water.  “I’m not going to forget it’s just sex, so stop.  You’re dragging down my booty call.”

She stilled for a heartbeat, then repentantly pressed her lips to the underside of his jaw.  “I’m sorry.  Go back to what you were doing.”

“I was just about to do you,” he reminded her with a naughty smile, readily willing to let it go.  “I want to see the panties you can hide under this excuse for a skirt.”  His hands fumbled for the short zipper and the velvet slithered from her hips with a soft ‘plop’ to the floor.

The last pair of panties he’d seen her wear were girly.  These were nothing short of ultimate femininity.  One tiny, blush pink triangle covered her pubic bone with another, slightly larger one, in the back.  The satin pieces were held in place by matching ribbons tied in a pretty bow on each hip.  The velvet had worked against the bows, loosening them, so that now they were simply begging to be undone.

“Told you.”

The satin slid easily as he tugged the ends and the triangles slipped away.  He glided thick fingers between her thighs, searching for the hidden point where the two triangles met over her crotch.  The sodden fabric sent a surge of blood to his groin.  “So you did.”  Jon bunched the front triangle in his fist, forcing the rest of the material to pass through her folds as he unhurriedly drew it toward him.  “But you didn’t tell me they were so wet.”  The wisp of fabric floated to the floor.

Petey incinerated.

Hurried fingers pushed at his pants until they pooled around his ankles and his erection bumped her belly.  “Shirt.  Off.”

He obediently peeled the material away, tossing it carelessly aside while her hands and eyes burned him up.  A delicate thumb brushed against the fading bruises sprinkled across his chest and shoulders. 

“Admiring your handiwork?” he asked, seating her hips against his and reaching for the laces on the back of her corset.  “You’ll probably find some nice scratches on my back too.”

If Jon was expecting contrite apologies, he was disappointed.  Grinning like the Cheshire Cat was more like it.

I’m guessing I’ll have new ones come morning.

One more tug and her corset fell away, leaving both of them naked against the backdrop of the city night.  Her nipples dug into his chest and went taut at the first contact with the roughened hair.  Masculine fingers were busy sifting through the silky curtain of her hair.  “It’s straight.”

“I let my sister flat iron it today,” she murmured dragging him to the big bed.  “Don’t you have better things to be doing?”

“I do,” he concurred on a growl.  The memory of her legs falling open to reveal her femininity had more blood surging south.   “Lie back on the pillows and show me your sweet pussy.”

Black satin hair trailed over Petey’s milky white shoulders, brushing the tips of her breasts as she settled herself.  Rolling her lip back into her mouth, the whiteness of her teeth bit into it as her knees drifted apart, opening herself to him.

It had been hot last time, but this time… 

Those sexy high heels propped up on his bed faded to the pale white of skin, then came the glistening pink delicacy cushioned between her thighs.  Black curls, a white stretch of skin, the pinkness of her belly piercing and cotton candy nipples.  Alabaster mounds of softness quivered with each breath and a skittish pulse beat under the snowy flesh of her neck, wrapped in black velvet and curtained by black silk.

Black, white, and pink.  Soft velvet, cool ice and sweet candy.  That was Petey.

“I want a taste of something sweet,” he growled, absently stroking himself as he gobbled up the visual feast.  “Am I going to take it, or are you going to give it to me?”

That pulse in Petey’s neck began to flutter uncontrollably.  The man had a single-minded determination when he wanted something.  Jon Bon Jovi wanted her with an intensity that was written on his face in huge neon letters.  What a complete and total turn-on.

Her hips squirmed with excitement.

“I’m giving it to you.  One taste.”

She never took her eyes away from his as she slid one finger through the folds that he knew were drenched with arousal.  He saw her pupils dilate as she hit the sweet spot of her clit, and saw the temptation flit across her face.

“Now, Sugar,” he chastised.  “Don’t be playing with things.  You know it’ll be better if I give you that orgasm rather than you taking it.”

Her hand stilled and he watched her weigh the desire to do exactly what she wanted against the truth of his words.  In the next instant, she was swiping the tip of that finger across his bottom lip.

Jon groaned, his tongue snaking out to taste the honey she was giving him, but once it hit his senses – both smell and taste – that taste wasn’t enough.   He abruptly sucked the finger into his mouth, curling his tongue around it and mopping each drop of the mouthwatering flavor from its pores.

His eyes flicked up to hers at the soft moan of pleasure.  With slow, sure intent, Jon locked his lips firmly around the base of the digit, tongue swirling as he deliberately, tenaciously sucked along length of her finger.  His tightly clamped mouth made a little ‘pop’ when he finally allowed it to slide free.

“Next time,” he vowed.  “Next time I’m going to drink my fill.”

He didn’t wait for her acquiescence, shoving rough palms up into her hair.

“You like it from behind?”

Her eyes rounded with alarm and he chuckled, swooping in to dust his lips across her cheek.  “Not that kind of from behind.  Doggie style.”

She nodded slowly, silently against his grasp.

“Get up on all fours,” he commanded hoarsely.  “Then drop your shoulders to the mattress so that  sweet ass of yours is up in the air.”

Her breathing hitched, and he knew she was seeing the picture in her mind, the same way he was. 

Jon leaned to the nightstand, jerking the drawer open for a condom and immediately sheathing himself.  The sooner they did this, the sooner they could do it again.

Protection in place, he turned to find she’d fulfilled his request to the letter.  The soft, white roundness of her bottom was perched high and he pressed a kiss against her tattoo before taking up a position that offered him a better view.

The swollen, womanly lips were parted with anticipation, leaving her delicately weeping slit exposed for his pleasure.  He ravenously consumed it with his eyes.  The rosy folds were enflamed and plump with arousal, almost pulsing with anticipation.

“That pretty pussy is begging me to fill it full.”  He leaned over her, brushing her dark locks aside as his chest hair scraped against the heated flesh of her back.  Soft lips tickled the shell of her ear when he breathed, “Do you want me filling you?  Do you want to feel my cock stretching you until you fit me like the perfect glove?”

“Jesus,” she hissed.  “Fuck me already.”

The words were barely hanging out there in the air when he drove forward with such force that her lungs deflated.  Petey grunted into the mattress.

“Mmmfff!”

“Is that what you wanted? Hmm?”  Virile hands zealously roamed her backside, tickling across the artwork between her hips.

“Yesss!”

Hard fingers curled around her hip bones and he drove again.  Jon felt his balls brush up against the slick heat of her center.

“If you only knew how fuckin’ sexy it is to see  my cock sliding in and out of you…” His voice trailed off and eyes drifted shut as he let the rhythm of nature take over.  The clinging, wet heat of her body tried to hold him tight when he withdrew, but he fought against the sweet friction to invade her again.  Harder than the last time.  Deeper than before. 

Sweat trickled down the side of his face, and he shook his head to keep it from his eyes.  Hunching forward, he covered her, taking the pace to short, hard thrusts that ground against her clit with each penetration.

“Uunnnnhhh!” was the muffled cry she released, face buried in the mattress.

“Get your… face… outta the mattress…” he panted with each stroke.  “If you’re gonna scream… scream…”

The muscles rippled around him as the first wave of release swept over her and she turned her head to the side.

“Don’t stop!  Don’t stop!”

He only pounded harder, fingers digging sharply into her flesh to keep her near.

“Oh God, yes.  That’s it!  That’s….IIIITTTTT!!”

Her wail pierced the room and severed the last of his control.  With an animalistic growl he slammed through the buzzing between his legs until it exploded out of him in a hot stream of relief.  An unrelenting grip held her tight as hips bucked in short, staccato strokes until Jon had been wrung dry.

The pent-up air whooshed through his open mouth as he collapsed against her, gasping for breath as his forearm curled around her waist.

“Thank you,” he breathed, pressing a kiss against her shoulder blade.

He wasn’t sure, but he thought she nodded once against the sheets as her eyelids fluttered shut.