145 - Don't Stop Till You Get Enough

April 8, 2010

St. Paul, MN: Xcel Center

Show # 26

 

“Aahhhh… fuck…. Crash, ya killin’ me.”

 

One hand gripped hold of her ponytail and the other, he used to brace himself up against the door. The door that, at any minute, Matt would bang on to take him down to the stage.

 

“Umfph… Baby, I don’t mean to rush you, but I have a show to do.”

 

Simultaneously, her lips and hand viced around his dick and balls.

 

“Yup, I’ll shut up now."

 

Jon closed his eyes and thunked his head against the door, trying to enjoy the moment. Shouldn’t be a hard thing to do, right? His beautiful, hot, horny wife was on her knees sucking him off. What more could he ask for? Nothing, really. Except…. 

 

Thump… Thump…. Thump…. 

 

“Show time…”

 

“That!”  

 

Matt was here to collect him. Now, he had two choices; Not answer him and hope he'd go away or do his best to speak and tell him he’d be a few minutes late.

 

Thump… Thump… 

 

“Jonnyboy.” Matt yelled. “You in there?”

 

“Cooooomin.”  

 

“Not yet, you’re not.” Ariana hummed around him as she released him from her lips.  

 

“Crash…”

 

“Get rid of him, or I will.”

 

The deadly glint in her eyes told him she wasn't joking, and that he had about two seconds to tell his brother to leave or she would.

 

“Ju….”

 

“Go without me.”

 

“What?”

 

The wet heat and firm pressure as Ariana’s mouth closed over his cock sent slow curls of pleasure from deep within.

 

“Matty, goooo.” 

 

“Ten minutes…” Matt slammed his hand against the door. “Fuckin’ hurry up!” 

 

Holy shit, it felt good, hell, it felt frigging fucking fantastic. Seeking contact, he gripped her hair again and pushed her head as her mouth engulfed him again. “That’s it, Crash. Just like that. Almost there. Do that thingy with you tongue…”  

 

Soaring higher and higher, Jon twisted his fingers into her hair as the feeling rose inside of him. Crying out her name, he flew into a million pieces, coming until there was nothing left, until he was limp and breathless against the door. 

 

Standing, she tucked him back into his leather pants, undid one more button on his leather shirt, and let her fingers curl into the patch of hair just under his necklace.

 

“Knock em’ dead, Rockstar.”

 

“What am I gonna do with you?”

 

“I can think of a few things.” Winking, she pushed him aside and opened the door just as Matt was about to knock. “He’s all yours now, Matt.” She patted him on the shoulder and strutted down the hallway, pulling her black crew shirt over her hips.

 

“Don’t!” Jon pointed a finger into a grinning Matt’s face and followed right behind her.

 

By the time he and Matt arrived at the under tunnel, the band was already waiting along with Ariana, Dr. Cummings, and Dawn. Dawn started to move forward and fix the buttons on his shirt, but Ariana stepped in between them and placed a small kiss on his lips, like she did before every show.

 

“I’ll be out front tonight.” her lips curled as she gave him a flirtatious wink.

 

Snickering, he watched as she disappeared around the stage, then turned to his band of brothers and put his hand out for the ceremonial pre-show sound off and then waited for them to take the places up on the stage to make his entrance. 

 

♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱

 

Ari went to check in with Tony to make sure he was set and didn’t need her for the rest of the night. Tonight, she wanted to enjoy the show, which is something she never really did. She caught glimpses here and there or would sit with family if they were there, but she never, ever really took the time to sit and watch. After Tony, she made a quick stop by Dr. Cumming's seats. These were the seats they had given her for making room for her in Hawaii. She had decided to bring her sister with her tonight. After Nicole introduced the two, her sister continued to thank Ari for her generosity she had shown her this evening.

 

Jon was singing the last bars of Follow by the time Ari found her spot to Jon’s left. He favors that side. And she wanted to be right where he could see her. Not in a seat, but instead, she stood just outside the front row near the start of the catwalk so she could dance. She had toured with some of the best, and the way he commanded a stage was indescribable. There was no one better at it. Handing his Tak off to the tech, he grabbed the mic and started his mantra about getting up outta your seat. At one point, he even waved a naughty finger at her.

 

By the time the setlist reached Bad Medicine, he had worked her up pretty good. He had sweat slicking over his chest, and he was playing the highly energetic crowd. She always enjoyed this part of the show. This is when he threw caution to the wind and let loose. There was a steady list of jukebox songs that they’d always play, yet it was still exciting to see which he went for. Tonight’s song: Robert Palmer’s, Bad Case of Lovin’ You.

 

And boy did she….

 

Knowing it was almost time for Jon to take his break, she slipped under the stage and bumped straight into Matt as she did.

 

“Everything okay?” he asked.

 

“Yeah! Pregnant girl problems, gotta pee again,” she yelled as she hurried down the corridor towards the dressing room.  

 

Jon was already talking by the time she had finished, taken care of what she needed to, and fixed herself up a little. All that dancing around, like some star crazed fan, can wreak havoc on your hair. As she approached the quick change, Dawn was outside waiting with a towel and a bottle of water.  

 

“Hey.” 

 

“Great show tonight, isn’t it...” Dawn acknowledged.

 

She was about to answer, but her attention was drawn to his silhouette descending from the top of the stairs and how he was undoing the last buttons of his soaked shirt as he grew closer to them. Dawn had moved in fast, handing him first the towel, then by helping peel the saturated material from his skin.  

 

Mesmerized by what was happening, Ariana stood and watched as his hands moved up and over his tight torso, down the long column of his neck and across the broad span of his shoulders.

 

“Yoo hoo… Earth to Ari.” Jon called to her.

 

“Oh. Yeah. Hey.” Her eyes never left what his hands were doing.

 

“You, okay?” He tossed the towel to the floor and accepted the blow dryer from Dawn while she got his shirt ready.

 

Ariana didn’t answer, she just moved into the already crowded space, pushing Dawn aside as she pulled the blue button-up shirt off the hanger. Then, standing behind his chair, she draped the shirt across his lap, ran her other hand over his shoulder and midway down his chest, bringing her mouth close to his ear.

 

“I’d be better with you in my mouth.” She whispered, then slipped from the makeshift room. 

 

She needed to hustle if she wanted to get where she was going. As she came around the side of the stage, she grabbed hold of one of the venue’s security guards' arm and started pulling him along with her.

 

“You know who I am?” she asked 

 

“Yes, ma’am I do.”

 

“Good. Then help me get to where I’m going and fast.”

 

Ari led him through the thick crowd of mostly women, till they were just outside the circle. Knowing this part of the show was a crowd pleaser, most of the crowd had moved up to the closer rail already, which was okay with her, she just needed to be close enough and in eye range so he could see her.  

 

When she found a small opening, she began weaving her way in, out of the crowd, while David’s piano played. She could see Matt and Jon’s shadow making their way down the aisle of the pit. Still moving, she watched Jon slowly ascend the steps, one at a time. His head hung low, looking at the ground. 

 

Being half Canadian, she was familiar with the artist who wrote such a beautiful, sensual song, but she had heard no one sing it quite like Jon. It wasn’t until the third verse that he caught her trying to move through the crowd. That little look caused her to stop dead in her tracks and her new bodyguard to slam into her.  

 

As he spoke to apologize, Ari just held up her hand, silencing him. Jon's eyes never left hers as he sang. She watched his lips move with every word and then at the end of the chorus he just smiled… a smile that hit every nerve in her body. She knew he was watching her, so she didn’t want to distract him… too much, so just before he started the next part, she just smiled and winked back at him. 

 

Now there was a time when you let me know what was going on down below

Now you don’t ever show that to me… do ya’

 

And, while he finished, the surrounding crowd seemed to fade, leaving just the two of them.

 

Ari didn’t know if it was because of where her mind had been lately or what, but tonight circle songs seemed to have a certain message to them. Bed of Roses, Love for Sale, and Something for The Pain followed Hallelujah. Was he trying to tell her something or what? Well, whatever it was, she was sure of one thing and one thing only. She craved him.  

 

Turning to her new friend, she motioned she was ready to go. This time, she let him lead the way and when they reached where Dr. Cummings and her sister sat; she stopped to make sure she was still breathing. The sister, that is, Jon had chosen to sit right in front of her during Roses and Ari thought that the good doctor would have to revive her own sister.

 

Too wired to watch and too wired to pace the dressing room till he was done, Ari went to see if Tony had something she could do to pass the time. Unfortunately, what he had wasn’t helping her situation. He had her watching video feed of the show so far that he planned on using for an upcoming DVD. So not helping. When she had all she could take, she made up an excuse of having to pee yet again and told him she would be right back. His jovial yeah righttold her he didn’t buy it. Jon was saying his thanks, and she wanted, no needed, to be in the quick-change before him.

 

“Hey Dawn!” she caught her coming down the corridor. “Think I can have a private word with Jon when he comes off stage?”

 

Surprised by her request, she just nodded and explained what he needed was already laid out for him. Ari gave her a quick thanks, disappeared into the room and pulled the curtain. She wasted no time pinning herself to him when she saw his hand pull back the drawn flap.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

“I need you.” Her hand slipped beneath his pants.

 

“NOW! I can’t,”

 

“Yes, you can. Have Richie sing a song.”

 

“No.”

 

“Be late.” With an arched brow, she sank to her knees and undid his pants, but he caught her wrist and drew her back up his body.

 

“Can’t you crave something normal like pickles?"

 

“Your pickle.” She nipped his jaw.

 

“Ice cream perhaps?”

 

“Your cream.” Cupping him, she ran her tongue along her lips.

 

“Christ, Crash!” he moved her aside. “I’m workin', no more yanky my wanky.”