10 - I Get a Rush

Ariana leaned against the doorjamb of the steamed filled bathroom, watching Jon.  His head dipped below the cascading water, making his wet naked body glisten in all the right places.  It was awakening an arousal in her. 

Not bothering taking off his t-shirt that she slept in, she yanked on the copper handled glass door.  The cool burst of air startled him, but he wasn’t startled for long.  Her smoldering emerald eyes emanated an overwhelming desire as she pushed him up against the tiled wall.

Using her mouth, tongue and hands, she maneuvered her way down his chest, her lips grazing his navel.

"Ummm.” 

Hearing him bite back a moan, she knelt down, adjusting her position as her tongue ran over the trail that lead down to his luscious sin lines.  One hand closing around the base of his cock, the other resting on his thigh, she leaned in to lick the head.

He watched as she tasted him from tip to base, and his deep blue eyes clouded with a passion that coaxed his eyes into closing. 

“Don’t! Keep them open. Watch me, Jonny.”

“Jesus, Ari!”

Ariana pressed her mouth around the tip and slowly – ever so slowly – slid down the length.  When he hit the back of her throat, his hips bucked involuntarily.  It only inspired her to suck harder, and she took him deeper with each stroke of her mouth, stroking his balls in time with the movement.

His cock pulsed against her lips, and she knew it wasn’t just water dripping down her thigh.

“Oooh, baby!”

The groan tore out from deep inside his chest.  His need and want were growing with every bob of her head, and if he didn’t stop her, it would be over fast. 

Grasping her shoulders, he pulled her up and kissed her grinning mouth.  His wet t-shirt clung to her body, putting her perfectly rounded breasts on full display.  It was too much for a saint to resist, and God knew he wasn’t a saint. 

He began fondling a boob with one hand while the other ran slowly down her back, causing her to arch against him.   

His touch bombarded all her senses until she melted in his arms. 

His hands found her waist, so he pulled her closer feverishly pinning her back against the wall.  Knowing that he would hold her, Ariana’s legs wrapped around his waist. Blue eyes flared with a passion that ignited green ones, never wavering as he slid inside her… and stilled.   

“Joonn!” she breathed, appreciating that he wanted to prolong this, but more interested in not prolonging it.

He began to move slowly at first.  Her wet engulfed him – caressed him – until he was driven to plunge madly, completely lost in her.  He could feel his self-control disintegrating with each movement.

She took in a sharp breath, pushing her hips against his and running her hands down his body.  It seemed like a simple lover’s touch until her nails dug into his ass.  That’s when things got serious for both of them, and completely unaware of their surroundings, they screamed one another’s name as release slammed through them.

When their breathing steadied, Ariana gingerly unclasped her legs from his waist.  They were still quivering enough that she didn’t trust them, and held on to his shoulders for support as her feet settled on the floor.

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For the second time in two days, Jon found himself barefoot in the elevator, only this time he was shirtless, too. 

After they'd finished up their shower for real, he realized that he hadn't been back to his room since the night he found her.  He was hoping the quick ride to the penthouse would go without interruptions, because the last thing he needed was to get caught half-naked in the elevator.  That would be a hard one to explain to his family.

That thought reminded him that he hadn’t spoken to his family since the last time he was in his room.  Glancing at the time, he figured that they should be at home and took the opportunity to call. 

He was shocked when it was his mother’s voice was the one that answered. 

"Hey, Ma.  What are you doing there?”

"Dot asked if I could come by to watch the kids.  She mentioned something about

needing a break.  Jon, why are you in Canada?"

He knew he'd have to choose his words wisely.  After all, she was his mother and knew him too well. 

"Just some last-minute business before the tour starts."

"I see,” she said curtly.  “Correct me if I'm wrong, but doesn't the tour start in Hawaii?”

That tone meant she wasn’t going to make this easy, so he’d have to end it before she got started.

"Ma, I'm not discussing this with you now.  I just called to talk with my kids. Are they there or not?"

"John Francis!  I only stated the obvious.  There is no need to get short with me. "

He didn’t know how she did it.  Even at his age, she could make him feel guilty whether he’d done anything wrong or not. 

"Sorry, Ma.  It’s just that I have a lot on my plate at the moment. You know how it is before a new tour."

Carol paused for a moment before she answered.  Yes, she knew all too well how it was. He was her son, after all.  But she also knew about Montreal.

"In fact, I do Jon. I’m your mother, remember, and I also worry about you."

“Yes, and again I’m sorry.  I love ya."

"I love you, too.  Now, here.  Talk to your kids."

Jon spoke with all of them this time, each one telling him what they did this weekend.  Romey and Jakey described every last minute in painstaking detail.

Stephanie was the last one to take a turn, and she was more concerned with how he was doing.  It always amazed him how astute she was, but Jon went to great lengths in assuring that he was fine and would be home soon.

Before heading back to Ariana’s room, he placed one last phone call – this time to the front desk.  Jon sighed with relief when it was Gabrielle who answered and not the douche-bag, Alexandre.  

Gabrielle didn’t give him crap for requesting that Ms. Moretti’s luggage be moved to his room while they were out.  She didn’t even offer a peep of judgement when instructed to add Ari’s accrued charges to his bill.  Gabrielle was more than happy to handle it all, and Jon would express his appreciation with a hefty gratuity. 

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Ariana was putting on the finishing touches of her makeup when she heard Jon call out her name.

"Baby, are you ready ye... Whoa!" 

His words were halted by the vision of her entering the living room.  She had on a white racerback tank and a pair of faded cut-off jean shorts that were shredded in spots, wearing her hair down just the way he liked it – loose and curly.

When she turned and bent to put on her sandals, the view from the back was just as beautiful.  The crocheted back of her top told him that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and those figure-hugging shorts showed off her tanned, toned legs.   

Ariana could feel the heat of his eyes and twisted her head to look back at him.  “What are you staring at?”

“You! You look beautiful.”  He made his way over to her and ran a hand down her back before cupping her ass.  “I can tell you’re not wearing a bra under that shirt, but do tell me Ms. Moretti…. Are there panties under those things you call shorts?”

Straightening into an upright position, she turned to face him and tapped a palm to his cheek. 

“You’ll just have to wait and see. I’m starving. Now, let’s go eat.”

“You know I won’t be able to think straight, let alone eat.  We could always order room service.”

Ariana sauntered to the door with an added sway to her hips. 

“Nope. I’m tired of being cooped up in this room. I want to go out!”  She opened the door and rested a hand on it.  The gesture caused her shirt to rise and bare some skin, which got a soft growl from him.  Chuckling to herself, she ignored it and innocently inquired, “Are you coming with me?”

Walking toward her, he tapped his fingers to her lips.  “Oh, I’ll be asking you that same question later on.  Let’s go!”

As they walked out of the hotel and into the beautiful autumn day, each of them inhaled the warming air. 

“Would you be needing a taxi?” the bellman asked, approaching them as they stepped onto the sidewalk.

Jon looked at Ariana. “All you, baby.”

“Oui s'il-vous-plaît.”

As they sat in the taxi, Ariana smiled at him as she told the driver, “Petit Soho on Rachel Street please.”

A look of concern flitted across his features as Jon took her hand in his “Ari are you sure about this?  We could go somewhere else.”

While she appreciated his worry, Ariana knew she was going to have to go to the bar sooner or later.  She’d rather do it now, with him, than to put it off. 

“No, Jon I’m not sure, but it’s something I have to do.  Having you by my side will make it easier.”