10 - No Gift Like the Present

The sexy way he wrapped his tongue around the words had the moisture pooling between her legs just that fast.   He was here and he had hot, torrid sex on his mind.  It had her squirming a little, more aroused than she thought she should be.  Sheridan couldn’t give in that easily.

Why not?  You were asking for this an hour ago.  What difference does it make that it didn’t choreograph just the way you wanted?  He’s here and he wants to eat you alive.

Maintaining silence, she locked her eyes to his.  She wasn’t giving in, but she sure as hell didn’t back away when he took a step forward and nudged the door wider.  Nor did she back away when his palm slid around to cradle the back of her head.  And when he dipped his head to kiss her…?

All pretense melted away on a whimper when his lips claimed hers with slow, determined purpose.  Tongue pushing its way into her mouth, he tunneled his other hand through her hair and drew her closer.  Sheridan’s head was immobilized as he deliberately plundered, dragging his tongue along hers, their taste buds scraping together and sending shivers down her spine.

After a deep intoxicating drink that left her weak, Jon eased off, nipping at her bottom lip and huskily ordering, “Invite me in, Sheridan.”

This was it – the moment of truth.  Was she sure about it?  Her shoulders went stiff with uncertainty. 

That uncertainty was noticeable enough to have Jon’s fingers tightening in her hair.  “You called me.  No second thoughts.  Now, invite me in.”

He was right.  She called.  She wanted this.  She wanted him.

Blood-red nails came up to curl firmly into the leather lapels of his jacket.   Sheridan took a deliberate step backward and pulled him along, huskily inviting, “Come in.  Come in me.”

The door vibrated shut in the frame, and he whirled her around, pinning her shoulder blades against the hard wood.  His smile lit the dimness with its pure, arrogant devilry.  “There’s my Jamaican sex kitten.  Can I get you to scratch and hiss for me?”

“If you’re good enough I –“  The world ‘will’ broke off on a gasp as his wide, masculine hand slid under the hem of her robe to find her bare bottom.

“I knew you were naked under there,” he growled against the column of her throat, wasting no time in urging her thighs apart.  Sheridan clung to his shoulders to keep her balance, grateful for his strength.  Her knees almost buckled when he pushed a greedy finger into her drenched heat.  “And so fucking wet.” 

As quickly as he invaded, he retreated and was fumbling with his pants, pushing them down to his knees.  “No more waiting.  Right here and now.”

She should be offended that he thought he could waltz in and, two seconds later, stuff his dick inside her.  Later, she would blame it on the drowsy state of her mind, or on his overbearing presence.  Right now, though, she just wanted him to stuff his dick inside her.

“Yes.  Yes, fuck me.”

He ripped the belt of her robe away, spreading the satin wide so that her front was completely exposed to him.  As she burrowed her fingers under the clean, white cotton of his shirt, he let the jacket fall from his shoulders.  It landed in an unnoticed pile at their feet as he brought her left leg around his naked waist.

Her fuzzy slipper was the next victim to fall with a soft ‘plop’ to the floor. 

Jon bent his knees, taking a firm nip at the ball of her shoulder.  With another bite on the opposite shoulder he stood upright, abruptly and without warning.

The air left Sheridan’s lungs in an audible ‘whoosh’ when he impaled her with his stiffness.  “Ohhhh, that’s it, Stud.”  Restless fingers crawled around and tangled into the hair hanging at his collar, tugging. 

“Fuck,” he breathed, the hot word and all the air behind it filling her ear with its heat.  Sheridan shivered when he nipped at her earlobe.  “Wrap your other leg around me.” 

When she did, he supported her bottom with both wide palms and slid himself slowly out.  In the next instant he dropped her weight and simultaneously slammed upward, pushing against her cervix and drawing a cry of surprise. 

“Remember now how good it was?” he breathed, retreating and plunging deep again. 

“Mmnnhh…” 

She clung to his shoulders, her legs clamped around his waist so that she could bear the brunt of his frenzied possession.  In and out, in and out… 

The heavy breathing in her ear, the repetitive nips on her neck and shoulder, the soft grunt of exertion…  They all combined to wrap her in an intense lust-laced cocoon.  Another thrust accompanied by dirty promises ignited the transforming spiral of metamorphosis.

“Oh, God, Jon!”

“Fuck, yeah.  That’s it, Baby.  Clamp down….”

She clung to him like poison ivy, the buttons of his shirt making indentations in her skin as she tried to get closer – tried to make things move faster.  “Oh, oh…  Yes.  Oh, I’m going to…”

His howl of release mixed with hers when the body-altering change was too big to be contained within their cocoon of sex.  The liquid joy seeped into her limbs as he pumped out the final dregs of his orgasm, and her thighs began to quiver.  Her feet slid unsteadily to the floor, without a prayer of holding her up.

Jon’s arms were a little trembly too, but he managed to support her weight in addition to his.  Forehead pressed into the door, he inhaled deeply two or three times before turning his head.  When his lips were just tickling the shell of her ear, he whispered, “Happy birthday, Baby.”

Happy birthday to me…

Now came the awkward part.

“Um…” She began quietly, unsure as the best way to ask this.  Forthright, and in his language was probably the best approach.  “Are you staying or was this a fuck-and-run?”

A good choice if the low chuckle in her ear was any indication. 

“Staying.”  He brushed his lips against hers before withdrawing.  “I’m not finished with you yet.   Scratch and hiss, remember, Sex Kitten?”

While Jon was zipping his pants, Sheridan belted her robe and bent to get his jacket.  A gentle toss had it draped over the back of the nearest dining chair, which, considering the lack of lighting, she thought was a pretty admirable feat. 

The chill of the floor was a reminder of her missing slippers, and she blindly searched around with her right foot until she encountered two separate lumps of fuzz.  Feet once again encased in their warmth, she told him, “In that case, I need to be perfectly clear about something.”

“You can’t be perfectly clear about shit in the dark.  You got something against lights?”

As a matter fact, no.  She loved light, but with him the darkness felt undeniably  right.  It carried over the illusion of their tropical tryst and kept her from staring reality in the face.

“No.”  She felt her skin go hot again when he slid his arms around her waist and nuzzled into her neck.  It was difficult to concentrate with the effect he had on her body. 

“You smell like a margarita.”

“Jon…  are you listening to me?” 

“Yeah, I’m listening.”  The words were muffled against the curve of her shoulder.  “Have you been emptying the honor bar, Kitten?”

“Stop.”  She reached behind her and pried his hands loose, putting a little breathing space between them.  “Yes, I’ve been in the honor bar, but the lime you smell is from my bath earlier.  Now listen.”

With a strength that was undeniably superior to hers, he brought her wrist to his lips and nibbled on the inside of it.  “Will you talk al-fucking-ready?  You’re wasting our time together.”

Of all the…

“Fine.  The girl I am in the bedroom is not the girl I am outside the bedroom.  I’m a respectable woman.  I have the reputation of being a lady, for the most part.  If we ever find ourselves in the same social setting again, please remember that.”

Nibbles turned into hot, wet licks.  The tender skin was bathed in his saliva, and her nipples were rock hard against the thin, satin robe.  Again.

“You telling me you’re going to be a down and dirty sex kitten in the bedroom, but one of those classy, pedigreed pussies in the living room?”

It was embarrassing how he affected her.  That crude innuendo practically dared her to prove just how distinct the difference could be.  It was a dare she was anxious to accept.

“Something like that.”

“Every.  Man’s.  Fantasy.”  Each word was punctuated with a hot swipe of his tongue along one of her fingers.  “Nobody will ever find out from me that you’re a wild-ass sex kitten who hisses and scratches.”  Jon nipped on her fingertip.  “And bites.”

God, she was tired of pushing him away and having to maintain control.  Women across the world would kill to have Jon Bon Jovi for their birthday.  It was time to enjoy the present.  Tomorrow could take care of itself.

“No,” she teased in a sultry purr, curling her fingers around his jaw.  “You’re the biter.  You love marking your prey, don’t you, Stud?”

“Mm…”  A muscled forearm hooked around her waist, hauling her body against his hard frame.  “I want to make sure I don’t miss a spot.  This way I don’t forget where I’ve been.”

Sheridan’s robe was being pushed up from behind, and his fingers were tracing along the crevice between her butt cheeks.

“Thank God it’s turtleneck weather,” she muttered, burrowing her nose into his sexily scented neck.  He was all man, his smell spicily enhanced by some toe-tingling cologne.  “Let’s go upstairs before we end up fucking on the dining room table.  I prefer not to have sex where I eat.”

He held her firm when she tried to lead him toward the stairs.  “What if I want to eat pedigreed pussy on the table?”

God, there was something about a bad boy that drove a woman wild.  Sheridan was no exception.  If he pushed the matter she would crawl up there, drop her knees wide and let him have what he wanted.  Hell, she was tempted to do it without him pushing the matter.  When he was around, she turned into a shameless whore.

“My bed is much more comfortable”, she cajoled, running a finger inside the open front of his shirt.  “And warmer.  Why don’t we go taint it with our wicked ways before we move onto the rest of the furniture?”

“Wicked ways, huh?”  She jumped when he pushed his fingers inside her still-wet/wet-again sheath.  “Easy, Kitten,” he soothed, delving as deeply as he could, and rubbing against the front wall of her womb.

Her knees all-but-buckled as she drenched him with the fruits of his labor.

“Yeah, wicked,” she panted, clinging to his shoulders once again.

Just as quickly, he left her empty and wanting, but brought his forefinger to swipe across her bottom lip, leaving behind a musky wet trail.  “Lick your lip,” he ordered.  Once she complied, he gently pushed the same finger through the slight ‘O’ of her lips, softly commanding, “Suck.”

He could’ve told her to do anything at that point and she would have.  The cloistering darkness that heated around them and his sexual aura were so intoxicating that she would do anything to keep him there for just a while longer.

Sheridan curled her tongue around his finger, hollowing out her cheeks to sip their combined flavors from his salty flesh.  She puckered her lips and tipped her head back before dropping her chin and drawing it into her mouth again with a soft purr.

“You are a dirty little sex kitten,” he crooned with approval, extracting his finger and replacing it briefly with his tongue.  “Now take me to your bed.  First I’m going to taint you, then we’ll taint it.”