Honolulu, HI: The Blaisdell Center
Show #1
Jon looked to the steps with a smile before his eyes glazed over and he suddenly pushed Ari into the quick-change room. Fisting his hands into her cascading curls, his lips locked on hers in a kiss much different from yesterday. This one was hard, greedy, and consumed every fiber of her being. So much so that it sparked an ember that heated her from way down in her toes to the tingly sensations she felt on top of her head.
She gasped when he broke the kiss. His eyes, a mixture of grey and blue like the ring he’d slipped on her finger the night before. Fingers still fisted in her hair; he leaned in close and whispered in her ear.
“I want you out front tonight. I need to watch you as I sing every word for you. Knowing I made love to you on that stage.”
As the last few notes of ‘This Is Our House’ played, Jon yanked the curtain aside yelling for Matt.
“She’s out-front tonight.”
“But Jon...”
“NOW!”
“Oh-kay!” Matt hissed, knowing not to argue. “Let’s go! Quickly.”
By the time they made their way to Richie’s side of the stage, the house lights went black. Which meant everyone was standing and making his already difficult task harder. He didn’t have much time as the band's intro to Blood on Blood started. Taking her hand, Matt weaved between the crowd excusing himself as he did. Once he was close enough to where he knew Jon would see her, he stopped.
He hated when his brother pulled shit like this so late. If he had told him earlier, he could have made accommodations for Ari and for the person or persons he was about to intrude upon. Matt whispered into the ear of the taller of the two women he placed Ari next to, then he crouched and proceeded out of the row and down the center aisle.
In the blackness, Ari could see Jon’s silhouette coming up the steps. The screaming crowd and the beating of Tico’s drums were electrifying. When Jon crested the stage, he raised a fisted hand into the air, and with fire in his eyes, he took a few steps to his left and smiled. Then, with a quick look to his right, he walked almost to the edge of the stage and bowed, acknowledging her.
Not being out front all the time, Ari found herself bobbing along with the rest of the crowd as Jon sang about friendship and promises. She didn’t know if it was what had transpired in the quick change or the last twenty-four hours, but as the song went on, a familiar feeling stirred. One she hadn’t felt in a long time, but one she would never, ever forget.
Jon played the crowd of mostly women like a well-tuned guitar, and they loved every minute. He owned each and every person there, at least for the next two hours or so.
She watched and listened to the group of women around her talk about Jon’s every wink, nod and smile being specifically for one of them. That quickly changed the moment he pointed directly at her and sang;
‘I’ll be here for you ‘till kingdom comes’
The two women to her right turned and smiled at her. Not sure what to think, Ari smiled back and shrugged. Moving right along, they played We Weren’t Born to Follow, which the crowd responded nicely, followed by You Give Love a Bad Name.
She could see that he seemed to have issues with his IEM, but he never missed a beat. He even joked about it while he welcomed them to the first show of the Circle Tour. He talked about the last time they had been at the Blaisdell Arena way back in 1987, when they were younger and prettier.
Two... Three... Four….
Sweet baby Jesus! The things those three little words mixed with the pounding of a drum could make her feel. That all-consuming sizzle that churned twenty years ago awoke with the same intensity. Along with the tenderness of his words from yesterday, well, she was toast… burnt toast.
The rest of the night had her sensory system on auto-pilot. She was there. She watched. She listened as they dug deep into the vault and pulled out some oldies but goodies.
When Jon told her he planned to pull out some of the early stuff this time around, she was excited. She truly loved the early stuff. Jon, not so much. Maybe it had to do with her misspent youth or where her life was back then, she wasn’t sure. But, for someone who wasn’t into doing those songs, he seemed to be having fun doing them just as much as the crowd.
The crowd got loud when Jon broke out his goofy dance moves for We Got It Going On. Ari actually found herself smiling at him. The man can’t dance to save his life, but still looked damn good trying. She laughed and shook her head when he moved towards her side once again and pointed, singing ‘you have a ticket to kick it’. Kick it, was the secret word for getting laid she and Cara used when they didn’t want anyone to know what they were talking about. They’ve been using it ever since they were teenagers.
At one point in the show, one of the two-woman Matt squeezed Ari next to switch places and introduce herself as Nicole but said to call her Nic. Ari learned they were there celebrating her sisters, wedding anniversary. And the tickets were a gift from her brother-in-law for his bride. Which was actually funny, because Jon spoke of a couple, they had seen getting married on the beach just before he sang Diamond Ring.
Ari was enjoying herself so much she hadn’t noticed Matt slip up beside her during Wanted. He handed them an envelope, thanked them once again, then whispered that the boss man wanted her backstage before the show was over. She thanked them both again and followed him as he once again weaved her through the crowd. Jeanie was waiting with a bottle of water for her when she reached Jon’s dressing room.
“Amazing first show! Did you have fun?” she asked.
“Yes! And I did.”
“Can you give this to Jon?” Jeanie handed Ari a manila folder “It’s nothing urgent. Tell him we can talk about it in the morning. Kennedy and I have plans before she heads home.”
“Go. Have fun. I promise he won’t bother you.” Ari winked and disappeared into the room, closing the door behind her.
♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱
“Dean! Boy, do I need you tonight.”
Jon called to his master of muscles as he entered his dressing room. Looking around, he noticed that the massage table was gone and so was Dean.
“Dean’s gone I’ll be doing the unwinding tonight.”
“Is that so?” he smiled, rubbing the black towel against his sweaty neck.
“Uh-huh.” she patted the back of the soft leather chaise lounge. "Now why don’t you come take a seat.”
Stripping out of his vest, he slowly toed off his shoes before plopping down into the chair. “Show me what you got?”
Locking her finger together, she pushed them out in a stretching motion. With her thumbs, she kneaded up and down the column of his neck as her fingers dug into his shoulders. His moans and grunts let her know she was hitting all the right spots. Dipping his head forward a little he gave her better access to his shoulder blades and back.
“Mmm. Right there.” he mumbled.
“You like that?”
“You got magic fingers, Crash.” Jon rolled his head, causing it to crack.
Pausing for a moment she moved across the room to lock the door. “I got something else that’s magical”
When Jon glanced up at her, she was walking towards him wearing the laced thigh-high dress she had on earlier minus her black leggings. No matter how hard she tried, there was no mistaking - she was all woman.
Straddling his thighs, she ran her hands through his sweaty hair. “I really enjoyed the show tonight.”
“I noticed.” A wicked grin grew on his face as his palms dipped under her dress and over the smooth skin of her bare ass. “You’ve been a naughty girl, where are your panties?”
“They don’t fit me, so I’m not wearing them.”
“Isn’t that convenient?”
“It could be if your pants weren’t in the way.” She let her weight sink onto him and rotated her hips.
“You do realize there are people waiting for us out there?”
“And your point is?”
Sliding backwards, she unbuttoned his pants. Having trouble tugging them over his sweaty legs, she climbed off him to let him do it. Pants shredded and thrown to the side, Ari lifted her leg to resume her seat when Jon stopped her.
“Look.” he pointed over her shoulder to the full-length mirror across the room. “Turn around and you can watch.”
“Now who’s being naughty?” She looked back over her shoulder as she kicked her leg over his.
Jon pulled on the hem of her dress. “Take this off!”
He watched in the mirror as she slipped the dress over her head. How her laced bra stretched so tightly over her breast that they nearly spilled out. Sliding her hand slowly from her breasts down to her stomach, she traced a finger over her slit.
“Ready?” she asked before reaching for his erection and sliding down on him.
“Oh! Fuck!” Jon growled.
Buried deep inside her, Ari slowly started rotating her hips in small circles. In the mirror, she watched as he sucked in his bottom lip and threw his head back.
“Oh no. If I’m watching, so are you. Open those beautiful baby blues for me.”
With slitted eyes, he looked up at her. Curly locks cascading her bare shoulders as she looked back at him. “You still with me back there?” she asked.
Two large hands slapped her ass, eliciting a squeal from her. “You better start riding if you’re coming along with me.”
Bending forward, she grabbed hold of his ankles for traction, her beautiful ass moving tantalizingly closer to him. She moved slowly up and down his dick. If all that wasn’t enough, she lifted her head, hooded eyes framed by chocolate locks, a grin plastered on her face. She brought her finger to her clit and started rubbing the swollen bud.
Ari began in time with her finger. Her breathing pattern changed, and Jon could see she was close.
Three thunderous pounds rattled the door, and all movements stopped.
“Jon.” Matt called.
“Ten minutes.” Jon strangled out a yell.
Her muscles tightening around him, Ari pushed backwards, hips moving up and down, her finger furiously moving over her clit. Watching her come undone was one of the most beautiful sights in the world.
“Jesus, Ari.” Jon gruffed.
Her soft moans turned into a low cry as she came, and Jon was right there with her. Collapsing between his legs, they stayed silent like that as their breathing slowly turned back to normal and his softened cock slipped out of her.
“Crash, we should get cleaned up. Matt will be back soon.” Jon whispered as his fingers trailed the tattoo on the small of her back.
“I know, but I think I’m stuck.”
Both laughing, Jon placed one hand on each side of her waist.
“You push. I’ll pull,” He joked.
“I hate you. You know that?”
“No, you don’t.” Pulling himself into a sitting position he placed a kiss on her back. “If you plan on doing this to me after every show, I’m going to have to pay Dean double. My back can’t take this.”
“That’s cause you’re old. Dean can’t fix that.”
She managed to move out of the way before Jon could grab her and ran into the bathroom. Shouting after her that she’d pay for that, Jon stood, gathered his clothes, and got dressed.
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