Chapter Thirty Two

Safely loaded into the dark interior of the car, Jon abandoned all restraint and hooked an arm around a giggling Rachel, his right hand diving into the loose tresses of hair that toppled wildly from her head.

“You’re all mine now little girl…….”

Husky with wanton lust, he snarled softly and lowered his mouth triumphantly to her parted lips, laying claim to their pink fullness for the first proper time in days. Breathless with excitement, Rachel moaned in pleasure when his tongue softly swiped over hers, a heightened sense of desire driving her wild. She was his – completely and willingly.

Sidling onto his lap, she nestled between his open legs and ran her own hand through his tufts of caramel hair, her fingers tugging the roots when their kiss deepened. She was only barely aware of the banging of her heart threatening to explode out of her chest when Jon pulled back, scraping his teeth slowly against her bruised lips.

“We better stop or Phil is gonna get an eyeful….” Muttering into her ear he flicked a glance at their driver and then ran a finger purposefully down the curve of her breast, watching as her nipple puckered under the smooth silk of her blouse.

“Is it wrong that I don’t really care if he does or not?” Wriggling enticingly on his lap, Rachel kissed the length of his jawline and nipped playfully at the soft skin of his neck. Right now she couldn’t have cared less if the whole world was watching in high definition – there was only one thing on her mind and it was hardening underneath her.

Groaning Jon squirmed, his jeans getting noticeably tighter by the second when she rasped her fingernails under the tails of his shirt, goose bumps travelling the length of his spine. He mentally willed Phil to drive faster or things were gonna get messy real fast. He needed a distraction before the little minx in his arms drove him crazy.

“You were incredible tonight…..not too many women I know could’ve worked that crowd like you did without having a panic attack.”

He couldn’t help but pop open just the top two buttons of her blouse, his fingers reaching inside to caress the soft mounds that swayed invitingly within the cups of her bra. The small hand that was tugging at his hair suddenly grasped harder, Rachel’s breath exhaling in short warm bursts against his cheek.

“I think I’ve exhibited an inordinate amount of self-control this entire evening……and compliments will always get you everywhere…..” Gasping for breath as his fingers squeezed a pert nipple inside her blouse, she made a reluctant effort to pull away. “….but if you don’t keep your hands to yourself I’m not going to be able to resist giving Phil here an unexpected viewing bonus…”

Jon chuckled and slowly withdrew his hand, knowing full well his driver, who never once showed any sign of awareness at his passenger’s activities was able to hear every word they uttered. He had to hand it to the guy, he was damn good at discretion which was why Jon willingly paid out the big bucks for him to be his regular driver – after all this wasn’t his first fumble in the back seat after an event.

About to turn his attention back to Rachel and her wriggling hips, he was interrupted by the car jolting slightly as it bumped over the small kerb made by the indentation of electric gates. Breathing out a sigh of relief he grinned down at Rachel and winked.

“Honey we’re home!”

“Thank GOD!” Hastily redoing the buttons on her blouse, Rachel ignored his smirk and slid off his lap.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook rock star – I’ve got plans for you the minute we get inside that house buddy!”

“Ohhh I’m counting on those plans baby!” Laughing Jon opened the car door as soon as they rolled to a stop and clambered out gingerly, the unmistakable bulge in his jeans making movement somewhat awkward.

“Thanks Phil, see you tomorrow.” Ducking his head back in to help Rachel out he nodded his thanks to the driver and shut the door behind them. Turning back to Rachel he found her staring up at the house, its elegant outline silhouetted in the dusky evening light. 

“Welcome to my little slice of heaven baby.”

Taking her by the hand, he led her up to the front door, flicking back the locks until it swung open. After jabbing a few buttons on the control panel just inside the door to disable the alarm he stood back and gestured for her to enter ahead of him. Wordlessly she stepped inside the cool interior of the hall and surveyed the grand space, her eyes travelling appreciatively over the pale shades of cream and blue that made up the décor – just as she imagined a beach house to look like.

Jon tossed his keys in a small bowl on the entry table and encircled her from behind, his nose nuzzling at her neck through the waves of tousled hair.

“Now what about those plans……..”

Suddenly shy, Rachel clasped the hands that met around her waist and looked back at him uncertainly. The earlier playfulness of their flirting was gone, the stillness within the house almost echoing their roused heartbeats.

“Do you have staff here?” She whispered the words over her shoulder, unwilling to relax until she knew they were safe from prying eyes. Tonight was not something she wished to share with anyone other than the man currently holding her tight in his arms.

He shook his head, his clear blue eyes reassuring her. “No, not while I’m here - we’re completely alone.”

Twisting in his arms, Rachel leaned against him and tipped her head back; pressing her lips against his in a sweet and slow kiss. Jon cradled her with his hands resting lightly above the curve of her ass, his voice no more than a hoarse whisper.

“Come with me….”

Quietly he led them upstairs, his fingers interlaced in Rachel’s slight hand guiding her down a long hallway and into the master suite tucked into the far wing of the house. Everything about the room was crisp and airy, from the feather light drapes that swathed the large sea front windows to the smooth white sheets tucked neatly around the wooden four poster bed that was carved with the same simplistic carvings as the bedroom set Rachel had picked out in the store in Soho.

Gasping in disbelief, she turned to him; “Did you……”

Smiling he lifted a hand to tenderly push back a strand of hair from her face. “All new baby…..no ghosts in here either.”

“It’s beautiful….”

When he made to flick on a light switch to illuminate the room, she laid a hand on his arm and shook her head. The dusky light framed the puzzled frown etched in his brows as he looked down at her shadowy face. The sparkle from her desire laden eyes told him all he needed to know.

Dropping his hand from the wall to cup her pale cheeks with his fingertips, Jon tilted her chin up to meet his lips and claimed her soft mouth in a sweet kiss filled with a tenderness that merged their two bodies into one. Time seemed to stand still for one long moment and when finally their lips parted, Rachel drew in a much needed breath, her heart thudding against her chest in anticipation.

Slowly she lifted her hands to curl around the fingers that were still gently cradling her face and tentatively began to step backwards, her gaze firmly locked on the blue pools of his eyes that were filled with a longing for more. Moving as one she guided them to the high sided bed and lowered herself to sit on the edge when the backs of her knees touched the firm mattress. Perched on the bed, she dropped her hands to her lap and whispered a simple statement through the still air;

“I’m done talking Jon…..”

Jon’s breath stalled in his chest as he gazed down at her motionless frame, waiting so innocently for the reunion they’d both longed for so much all afternoon. Their earlier flirtations had been cast aside, tonight would be so much more than a casual tumble between the sheets and the apprehension of what lay ahead was electrifying.

Silently he toed off his shoes and slid onto the bed beside her, hitching his knees up until he was knelt behind her, the slight curves of her hips nestled neatly between his thighs. A tremble jerked Rachel’s spine when he slowly drew back the soft waves of hair that tumbled down her shoulders to expose her neck, leaving the skin bare for his lips to latch onto her pulse that throbbed against his tongue. An involuntary moan escaped Rachel’s lips when she felt him suck lightly against her skin that felt so hot she might burst into flames and her eyes flew open to focus on the large mirror above a dresser on the wall facing them.

Through eyes heavy with desire she watched the top of Jon’s head nuzzle at her neck as his hands crept around her arms to caress her breasts through the sheer silk of her blouse, the material almost luminous in the dusky twilight that filled the room. Seeing his moves mirrored in front of her eyes coupled with the actual feeling of his hands upon her skin after his fingers deftly popped the buttons on the blouse to expose her bosom was intoxicating, as if she was watching herself in a movie – only this was no movie – this was very real.

Sitting up on his knees, Jon reverently slid the silk blouse off her shoulders and let his fingers trace the outline of her bare shoulders, pausing at the ridge of each bra strap to gently push them aside until they draped loosely around her toned biceps. When she made no move, he glanced up to see what she was so ardently staring at and a small smile evened across his face when their reflection greeted him.

“You wanna watch us baby?”

Rachel nodded excitedly, a heady desire dancing in her eyes as she waited for him to make his next move. Keeping his focus locked firmly on the mirror, Jon encircled her with his arms once more and with a soft click undid the front clasp of her bra, his eyes hungrily devouring the sight of her firm breasts bobbing free into his waiting hands. She moaned softly when he cupped one in each hand and softly kneaded, his thumbs simultaneously grazing the tips of her stiff nipples making the fine hairs on the back of her neck instantly stand to attention.

“Mmmm……”

She watched enthralled, her mind disconnected from her body as his fingers scorched a trail down past her navel to slowly undo the button of her capris. An involuntary shudder reeled her stomach muscles into a tight coil when his fingers pushed under the satin fabric of her panties, momentarily hiding them from her view. Seconds later she felt a fingertip slide in between her folds, probing gently and deeper as she arched her hips to meet him. A flushed heat raced up her neck as his touch ignited a fever deep within her belly, burning with such intensity that she gasped for breath.

In one fluid movement as she lifted herself off the bed pushing against his solid frame, Jon slid both her panties and capris down her thighs, leaving her naked to his touch. With no garments of clothing to impede his way, he resumed his torturous scrutiny of her moist folds, his own breathing ragged with excitement as their eyes met transfixed on one another in the mirror.

“Jesus Rachel……you’re beautiful………”

Any threads of embarrassment at staring at her own body being subjected to such a sweet assault were banished when a lazy finger slowly circled her clit, her muscles clenching in an empty vice that begged to be filled. When a finger suddenly thrust deep inside, her world shattered into infinity as a cacophony of fireworks exploded from within her walls, a sharp cry piercing the intimate silence of the room. Her knees flew up to her chest allowing her heels to gain a grasp on the edge of the bed that propelled them both backwards onto the soft mattress; such was the strength of the orgasm that threatened to overcome her. Surprised by her sudden actions, Jon grunted when she landed back on his chest but his hand remained firmly where it was, cupping her sex and thrusting a long finger deep inside her as he mumbled softly into her hair.

“Let go baby, let go for me.”

Lying side by side on the soft bed, it was all Rachel could do to concentrate on breathing as her hips ground automatically against his groin, silently begging for the release that was building in momentum with every stroke of his slick finger. Another slow graze of her clit with his thumb was all it took to send her tumbling down an abyss of unadulterated ecstasy as wave after wave crashed through her body.

“Ohhhh my…..ohhhhhhh……mmmnnn”

An incoherent jumble of words rolled off her tongue as she lay gasping for breath in the semi darkness of the bedroom, her blood pounding furiously in her eardrums. Feeling Jon’s weight shift on the bed beside her, she blinked rapidly in an attempt to focus and found him hovering over her prone body, strong arms buried in the light throw beneath her and a satisfied smirk twitching at his lips.

“I meant it when I said I was gonna do unimaginable things to you…..”

His husky growl sent another delicious aftershock racing through her electrified veins, jolting her back to her senses as a slow grin broke past her trembling lips. With considerable effort, she willed her quivering limbs back to life and propped herself up on her elbows, eyeing him speculatively to simper wickedly between her gulped breaths.

“In case you haven’t guessed I have a pretty vivid imagination and right now……”

Grinning she reached up to run her hands through the feathery trail of hair that disappeared under  the buckle of his belt, her fingertips lightly scraping his skin underneath the drape of his shirt.

“….I’m imagining these jeans on the floor…..”

Chortling Jon straightened above her and pulled his shirt over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it to join Rachel’s discarded capris on the floor. She licked her lips appreciatively, still basking in the afterglow of the orgasmic bliss coursing through her veins. His broad chest, the muscles clearly defined in the shadow of the moonlight filled her view as he gazed down at her, his lips twitching in an amused smirk from his straddled perch upon her thighs.

“And now what?”

Her adept fingers scrambled for the buckle of the belt that twinkled at the base of his torso, a feverish excitement gleaming in her eyes when he hitched a breath as she released his straining erection from its denim confines. His cock sprang proudly into her waiting hands and he groaned softly when she grazed her thumb over the moistened tip, a surge of heat racing to greet her touch.

“My turn to play – off me – now!”

Her determined command caused him to raise an eyebrow at her, a slow grin creasing the lines of him mouth when she squeezed a little firmer on his hardened cock, silently urging him to comply. Bossy Rachel – he liked her. Shifting his weight, Jon gently slid himself off her to lay back on the bed so that she was able to sit up and in turn straddle him, reversing their positions. Bending low over his groin, she ran her fingers up his stomach, around his nipples and back down to the base of his shaft to softly knead his balls, all the while locking her eyes on his in a soft pool of desire. When her lithe little fingers began massaging the length of his erection, Jon groaned again and threw his head back down against the soft throw surrendering himself to her mercy. She dropped just the briefest of kisses on the dewy tip before sitting up with a smug smile and tugged at his jeans and briefs, sliding them off his thighs to let them fall in a soft clunk on the floor. Satisfied they were both finally on a level playing field, she resumed her examination of his groin, her loose hair falling lightly about his thighs when she bent her head once more, her lips slowly encasing his engorged head. Jon shuddered beneath her, his breathing noticeably more laboured as he felt her tongue snake around him, the wet heat of her mouth eliciting a roar of blood through his veins. For several long, gloriously torturous minutes he endured the sweet assault she was inflicting with her lips and tongue, his fists buried in her tousled hair until he could barely restrain himself.

“Fuck – no more Rachel!”

Growling he sat upright and slid from under her, a slight sheen of perspiration beginning to break from his temples with the excitement of what lay ahead. Rachel cocked her head sideways at him, her eyes blinking innocently as she swivelled on the bed to face him.

“What’s wrong baby? Can’t take the heat?”

Jon chuckled and reached up to brush the hair from her face before cupping her chin with his fingers. Lust and desire added huskiness to his voice when he fixed her with a look that scorched right to her belly.

“Oh Rachel baby, it’s about to get a hell of a lot hotter in here.”

Guiding her back onto the bed, he hitched a long slender leg around his hip and nudged his erection between her thighs, grinning when she latched her leg around him. He wanted her so badly and the knowledge that she wanted him just as much was too much to bear. In one swift movement he buried his length deep inside her wet heat, the tight walls enveloping his cock and claiming it as their own. Grunting with the effort and with beads of sweat beginning to trickle down his temples, he pounded into her over and over, the only other sound in the room that of slick skin slapping against one another.

 

The angle of their union threatened to tear Rachel apart as she hovered on the brink of another cataclysmic crescendo, every plunge of Jon deep inside her lighting up the fuses that sparked the beginning of a glorious end. Mirrors, drapes and furniture were all forgotten as she absorbed herself in the here and now, the feeling of the man between her legs who set her world alight – again and again.

“Christ baby…….”

Jon sucked in a long breath when he felt her convulse around him, his steady but urgent rhythm pushing them both higher and higher until with a low groan he finally surrendered to his body’s urge and climaxed with her, their shallow breathes matching the beat of their thundering hearts as they collapsed against one another in an explosive sweaty tangle.