“Who’s a good doggie? You giving Mommy kisses?” Ariana rubbed her nose with his wet one, making him lick her more. “Is my big boy hungry?” She turned her face away from his as the light changed.
Looking both ways, she stepped off the curb with the rest of the people waiting to cross the street and proceeded through the opened door. She kept him in her arms as she crossed the lobby and into the elevator. As the door closed, her stomach made a loud rumbling sound. Boy, was she starving. When she met with Dr. Cummings, she had told her that over the last week or so, her appetite had increased and noticed that she was craving just about everything.
As the elevator doors opened, Meatball took off running down the narrow hallway, pulling Ariana along with him, causing her feet to make a loud thumping noise against the carpeted floor. Luckily for them, there weren’t many rooms on the floor and most of them belonged to the band or crew Jon liked to keep nearby, so she needn’t worry about disturbing anyone. After much deliberating, Jon had finally given up, and their new four-legged friend was now an official member of the tour. He even had his own seat on the jet. Which is what Ari had whispered in Romeo’s ear when they had said their goodbyes.
They had spent less than twenty-four hours at home, but it had given Meatball just enough time to sniff around that big ole house and find his favorite spots. Ironically, he had two, one under Jon’s desk in his office and the other on the master bed. The latter of the two had not gone over well with Jon. He said the purpose of getting said puppy was so that they wouldn’t have any visitors in their bed. Ari tried to explain to him he was just getting used to his new surroundings and that by the time they got back at the end of the month, he would be used to sleeping on the doggie pillow she planned on buying once they arrived in St. Paul.
Dropping the leash, Ariana flashed her card to open the door and Meatball took off, sniffing his way from room to room, looking for Jon. “Attaboy, go find Daddy.” She called after him before stopping in the bedroom to kick off her shoes. Next, she went into the kitchen to fill the dog's water dish, then followed Jon’s voice into the den area. He was sitting behind the grand mahogany desk; his knees were bent, with his feet propped against the edge of the desk. Waving her over, he dropped his feet to the floor, tapping the top of the desk for her to sit. Food’s here, he mouthed and pointed to the room service cart behind him.
Ariana pointed to her eyes, letting him know she could see that as she sat back against the desk. Listening carefully, she couldn’t quite make out who it was he was talking to, other than it had to do with some charitable event but watching him sitting there in his sweaty gym clothes acting all CEO like, started this hunger for something other than the bacon and eggs she could smell. One she’d couldn’t seem to shake lately. At that exact moment, Jon must have noticed it too, and started shaking his head, trying to stop her as she dropped to her knees.
Defying his warning, Ariana slowly walked her fingers over his still sweaty thighs under the hem of his gym shorts, all the way up to the crease in his leg, where she was abruptly stopped by the slap of his hand and very determined stink eye. Pouting, Ariana settled back on her heels, but that did nothing but earn her a stern wave of his index finger.
So instead, she propped her elbow on his knee, rested her chin in her hand and waited a few minutes until she thought he was fully engrossed in the conversation once again. Shifting her weight, she moved her hand this time to his elastic waistband, where she was abruptly stopped when his hand came down and covered said appendage, she was trying so desperately to get her own hands on. But she ignored his block and curled her fingers around his middle finger, prying it away, just enough so that she could slip the digit over her lips and into her mouth. Closing her lips around it, she swirled her tongue around a few times and sucked. Clearing his throat, Jon apologized to his caller and shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
One small step for me...
Without faltering, she released his finger from her mouth and picked up the next one and the next until she had given the same treatment to all but one. Slowly taking his thumb into her mouth, she felt a surge of heat between her legs as the calloused pad met her tongue.
The low throaty moan that slipped from her lips about did him in. Slowly he moved his hand away, loosened the ties on his shorts and helped free what she had been persistently pushing for, and what he had tried so hard to fight.
What the fuck is wrong with me? You’d think I’d never seen his dick before!
Ariana's eyes widened as she took him gently in her hands. Wrapping all ten of her fingers softly around him, she began rubbing, softly, back and forth in opposite directions as if she was twirling a stick between her hands.
“Yes. The fifteenth will be great for me. I just….” Jon bit down on his lower lip, as he felt her velvety lips slide over his head.
Dear God, what has gotten into her? Every twelve hours, she’s pawing at my zipper.
“Yes… yes, Sir. I totally agree.”
His call had gone on longer than he had wanted and didn’t see it ending anytime soon. Besides, he couldn’t just hang up. What would he say? ‘Excuse me sir, can I call you back? My wife is about to suck me off... again.’ All he had to do was to maintain his composure, give a few yes’ and uh-huhs and no one would be the wiser.
Sucking softly, she used every inch of her mouth — her tongue, cheeks, teeth and roof made contact.
Do chicks really enjoy doing this? I mean, like all the time. Because, lately, it’s all I want to do… ONLY this.
Somehow, Jon managed to make eye contact with her, her eyes seemed different this time. They glimmered bright green with an evil smirk he hadn’t seen before.
If he even thinks about putting his dick anywhere other than in my mouth, he can just forget about it.
Maintaining his composure as she continued to touch and suck him was a feat in itself, but when he felt the tip of her tongue twirl and twist more firmly, as her finger lowered further down his hardened shaft, he arched slightly off the chair and barely answered whoever was on the other line.
Jesus H. Christ!
“Uh, I’m sorry, Sir, I missed that last part. Would you mind repeating what you just said? Ah yes, I agree. We should think about inviting them to join us as well. It would make for a united front. No… no. Not too overbearing….”
Up and down, her mouth moved in harmony with her hands, her tongue flicking back and forth over that sensitive ridge on the underside of his dick, and with every pass of the head, her lips made this smacking noise.
Hang on, Jonny, I’ve got a surprise for you.
Lowering one hand to tenderly touch and caress his balls, she slid him deeper and deeper, one agonizing inch at a time, until the tip was pressing against the soft part of the back of her throat and began humming, sending hot vibrations up and down his dick.
Holy fuck! Where did she learn how to do that? Is she humming one of my songs?
“Oh.” Jon strained, “I’m sorry, my other line is ringing. Let me check that date with the Foundation and see if it will work and I can get back to you.”
Jon did not wait to hear the line disconnect. He dropped the phone from his hand, threw his head back against the leather and groaned out his release.
Swallowing greedily, Ariana looked up to find Jon laughing hysterically while trying to catch his breath.
“What the fuck. I give you the best blow job of your life and you laugh.”
“I… I… I’m” He choked out “Sorry, Crash.” Jon pulled her into his lap as tears ran down his face. “It’s just, if you knew who was on the other end.”
“Then stop your blubbering and tell."
“That, my little intern, that was Bill Clinton.”
Awww poor Jon, his dick can’t get
ReplyDeleteBreak. lol Jon was talking to Bill
Clinton!! 😂🤣
Too funny.
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