148 - Lollipop

“C’mon Cara! Get up! I know you remember the steps.” Ariana pulled her friend, so that she was sitting on the edge of the oversized couch. “How many times did we get what’s his name to sneak us into the theater to see this?”  

“We were much younger back then,” she resisted “and I didn’t feel as if I ate half a house.”  

 

“Oh, please!” Ariana held out her arms and shimmed her pregnancy endowed breasts in her friend’s face. “Now get your ass up and dance with me.”

 

Laughing, Cara stood up to oblige her friend.  

 

When they finally made it back to the hotel, they ordered an ungodly amount of food. None of which was healthy, mind you, and ate themselves into oblivion. Then they moved to the suite’s den and queued up one of their all-time favorite movies as teenagers. If they weren’t at the movies watching it, they were upstairs above Petit Soho dancing around the living room.  

 

It drove Lili crazy. Her grand-père, not so much. He would sometimes join in the fun, making up his own moves and words. There was something about the innocence of being twelve, hanging out in your pj’s with your best friend, your sister, singing the corny songs from Grease. Ariana didn’t have many of those moments, but when she did, she was sure to make the most of them.

 

♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱

 

When Jon returned, three empty room service carts and a half dozen or so half eaten plates were scattered around the room and on the glass dining room table. There were also two empty ice cream shake glasses, and a barely eaten piece of chocolate cake. In the middle of the table sat the arrangement he and Richie had stopped by to order. It was quite larger than what he expected it to be. He was surprised that he hadn’t received a call or text from Ariana about it. Popping what appeared to be the remains of a bacon cheeseburger in his mouth, he picked up the ketchup smudged card and snickered at the hot red pair of lips that covered his words.

 

You look cuter with something else in your mouth…

 

xoxo

 

He wished he was here to see her face when they delivered the enormous bouquet of red, white and blue tootsie pops and read the card. The lyric fit perfectly. She had worked with Nickelback, and he knew she’d understand his words. Dropping the card on the table, he followed the shrills of laughter coming from the other room to see what kind of trouble those two could be up to. Dancing and singing around the room like teenagers, neither noticed him leaning against the wall watching until he cleared his throat.

 

“Don’t stop on my account.” Jon moved into the room and took a seat on the edge of the armrest.

 

“Thank God!” Cara huffed, collapsing down onto the couch. “she’s like the damn energizer bunny. Does she have an off switch?”

 

Without missing a beat, Ariana stuck her tongue out at Cara and continued dancing until she came up in front of Jon.

 

You’re the one that I want

Oo-oo-oo, honey

The one that I want

Oo-oo-oo, honey

The one that I want

Oo-oo-oo, the one I need

Oh! Yes! Ineed!

 

Jon tossed back his head and laughed as she waved the tootsie pop she had in her hand at him, before gently shoving it into his mouth.

 

“Alright! Alright! I’m outta here.” Cara jumped up off the couch, covering her eyes, “don’t need to watch you two get your freak on.” Wrapping her arm around Ari’s shoulders, she kissed the top of her head. “I’ll check in with you in the morning. Good luck, Rockstar.” 

 

Ariana didn’t wait for her to leave before she moved in between his legs and tried to take back the white stick that he had dangling from his mouth, but his hands were much quicker than hers. “Hey.” he held it up over and out of her reach, “that’s mine.”

 

“Actually....” she began, but was silenced by the soft press of his lips against hers. Soft and gentle, as if he was tasting her for the first time. Warm, sweet and satisfying, she tasted perfect. Twirling his fingers around a few strands of her chocolate hair that had fallen loose, he grazed her neck briefly, giving her a shivery sensation before she pulled away.

 

“As I was saying,” she let her tongue caress her upper lip, “I do believe that was mine. Your gift to me, to try and distract me from my oral fixation along with bringing Cara here.”

 

Mocking a shocked expression, he settled his hands at the small of her back. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”  

 

“You know,” she ran her fingers along the seam of his zipper. “You shouldn’t lie, your nose will grow.” 

 

He ran two fingers between her legs. “Did my kiss do that to you or was it all that sucking on lollipops?” he snickered.

 

“You know what I wanna suck on.”  

 

Ariana used both hands to push his shoulder so he fell off the arm and onto the couch. She had that feral look in her eyes, the one where he should shut his mouth, lay back and let her do what she does best. Tucking his arms behind his head, he watched as she slowly knelt between his legs, one knee at a time.  

 

♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱ ♱

 

The insistent and annoying ringing had him feeling around for his phone and bringing it from under the pillow to his ear.

 

“Yeah.” he grumbled.

 

“Pool. Now.”

 

Jon jolted up at the sound of Matt’s voice. He looked over to make sure he didn’t wake Ariana, but she wasn’t there. Swinging his feet off the bed, he rubbed his eyes with the heel of one hand. “Matty, what the fuck is going on?”

 

“Just come down to the pool.”  

 

Flicking on the lamp, Jon looked around the room once more than he got his bearings. He wondered where Ariana was. Staring down at the furry creature, who stared up at him, he stood.  

 

“So, meathead, where is she?” 

 

Woof

 

“Well, you’re supposed to watch out for her. Sleeping on the job is unacceptable.” He grabbed the pair of gym shorts and tee shirt off the floor.

 

Woof! Woof!

 

“Don’t gimme that!” Jon moved throughout the suite with Meatball at his feet. When he couldn’t find her anywhere, he slipped his sockless feet into his running shoes “You’re fired.”  

 

He barked.

 

He rode the elevator down six floors, scratching his head, and tried to figure out why Matt had summoned him to the pool. Had Ari and Cara decided to do something silly and break. You would think she would know better from his experience. When the car dinged and the doors opened, he found Dr. Cummings and Matt waiting for him.

 

“What the fuck is going on? Where’s Ari?”

 

“Calm down. Everything is fine.” Dr. Cummings placed a hand on his shoulder. “She’s in the pool.”

 

“She’s what? Why?” Jon started walking.

 

“She called me about an hour ago. Said she was having a hard time sleeping and a dull backache.”

 

“And you're calling me now?”

 

“Jon. If it was serious, don’t you think I would have woken you?” Dr. Cummings tried to reassure him. “I came right up. Examined her. Everything is fine. I suggested she try to get into the water, to relieve some of the pressure. The second trimester is causing many issues. The baby is getting bigger and with Ariana’s slight frame and extra weight, there isn’t a lot of room.”

 

Jon held up his hand to stop her. “So she and the baby are okay?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Doctor, I know my wife and before I go in there and have her tell me everything is fine, is there anything she should do or stop. Like working or bed rest?”

 

“No. I recommend that when she is not doing anything, she put her feet up and try to get in a pool at least once a day if possible. Hanging on the edge, like she is now,” she pointed through the glass door. “Is very good to relieve the added pressure.”

 

“Thank-you. Good night.”   

 

Jon’s curt words and his pulling on the door handle were his way of dismissing her as he stepped inside. He waited for Matt. Speaking briefly with his brother, he then proceeded across the room. Ariana was in the water with her arms folded in front of her, cradling her head. Using the pool's ledge to support her, she moved her legs in a bicycle motion. Toeing off his shoes, he eased himself into the cool water and moved in behind her.

 

“Hey.” 

 

“Skinny dipping without me?” he whispered into her ear.

 

“I have clothes on.”

 

“A wet wife beater and men’s boxer briefs are not clothes.”

 

Ariana laughed sleepily. “Matt called you?”

 

“It should’ve been you.”

 

Ariana planted her feet on the pool floor and arched into his thumbs that were digging into her lower back. “There was no need to. The only reason Matt is here is because he was coming out of the elevator as we were getting in.”

 

“Still.”

 

Shifting her weight, she peered over her shoulder back at him. “Are we about to have a fight?”

 

“Do you want to fight?”

 

“Nope. I’d rather skip right to the making-up part.” Lifting her leg back, she curled her foot around his calf and slowly slid it up and down.  

 

“You’re joking, right?”

“Uh-uh. The cool water caressing my skin and the press of your warm body against mine. I want you.” Stepping back, the curve of her ass came into contact with his nylon gym shorts. “Is Matt still here?”

 

Jon turned back to look. Matt was already waiting with the door open and a ‘I’m outta here’ wave. He wouldn’t be going far, just down the hall to let them have some privacy and keep a watchful eye out for those who liked to stalk their hotels trying to get a glimpse.

 

“He’s gone, but he’s not far. Are you sure about this?”

 

“Matt’s a big boy, Jon. I’m sure he knows what we are about to do.”

 

“I’m not talking about him.” His palms moved in circular motions over her stomach. “Are you up for this?”

 

“Whatsamatter, you’re not?” she snickered.

 

Jon gripped her hips and pulled her back. “Oh, I’m up. Trust me. I’m just asking if you’re prepared for this.”

 

“Stop talking and start touching.” She asked in a roughened voice, guiding his hand down across her stomach and under her waistband. 

 

Fighting a battle of his own because of where they were right now, in a hotel pool, he couldn't deny her, not when she begged with so much want in her voice or denying himself of something he’d waited for, for so long that her constant brushing against his skin awakened every inch of him.

 

Keeping her fingers laced with his, he wove a languorous path closer and closer. “Where’s the fire, Crash?” he whispered against her ear.

 

“Please, I need you.” She whispered, her breathing slightly labored.

 

Stalling, he swept back and retraced their path and brushed the underside of her breast. As she let out a sigh of pure bliss, he couldn’t help but smile. After weeks of her sweet torture, he was overwhelmed to finally be here doing this, but he intended on taking his time so she would understand just how he’d felt.

 

“Slow.” he pressed a lingering kiss to the curve of bone behind her right ear.

 

Eventually, the slight circling of her hips against him was all the signaling he needed to know she wanted to be touched more intimately. Once more he moved their joined hands over the smooth skin of her abdomen where her shirt rose and deeper beneath the water. Pressing their joined hands over her mound, he paused to playfully fondle her.  

 

“Jon. Please.” she begged once again, forcing his fingers to where she really wanted him.

 

“Relax. Crash.” he licked the spot he knew would cause her to shudder, and she did.

 

She could have sworn she heard him snicker. Part of her wanted to get mad at him for teasing her like this, even though she was practically begging him to touch her, but she knew why he was doing it. It was his sweet revenge for her, denying him for all these weeks. Reluctantly, she gave in and relinquished all control to him. As the water rippled slowly around them, Ari dropped her head back against his half soaked to his body cotton tee.

 

“Oh, God, yes,” she hissed as his middle finger finally grazed her clit and began circling the sensitive bundle of nerves.

 

He had one muscular arm wrapped between her breasts and belly bump, holding her prisoner against his chest as the other worked her into a sexually stimulating frenzy. Every groove, bump, pad on each of the three fingers he used to spread her added another euphoric level that was quickly driving her out of her mind.

 

“Fuck,” she swore, squeezing her knees together, trapping his hand between her legs.

 

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he asked, nipping at her ear.

 

Hand gripping the pool’s edge for leverage, she shivered in anticipation as she first felt him lower her boxers and then the firm press of the musculature and definition of his thighs against her bottom.

 

“Yes.” her sigh was one of finality. 

 

“Uh-huh.” he chuckled. “Who’s in charge?” his whisky coated words sent sparks racing down her spine. “Say it.” He stopped his hand, waiting for her answer.

 

Biting her lip, she growled in frustration. He was killing her. Purposely, she might add. He may even be enjoying it a little too much. And as much as she wanted to tell him she was, she desperately needed him to finish what he started.

 

Shaking her head, she conceded. “You are.”

 

“Right answer.” he flicked her ear with his tongue.

 

Drawing back, he kissed her spine between her shoulder blades, left, then right and left again. Caressing every nerve with his mouth, while his fingers rhythmically teased her clit.

 

Turning her head back to look up at him “You’ve made your point.”  

 

Her hooded eyes told him he had her right where he wanted her and before she shattered against his palm, he removed his hand from between her legs and nudged down the front of his shorts.  

 

“Spread your legs wider for me.” he whispered, taking himself in his hand.

 

Obeying his request, she bent at the waist and gripped the ledge as he nudged at her entrance. Already wet from the pool water and her natural juices, he slid into her, inch by inch. Slowly. Till he was inside her body, tip to root.

 

Ariana let out a shaky breath as she felt him twitch deep inside her.

 

“Okay?”  

 

“Never better.” 

 

“Move with me.” he asked, withdrawing, then driving his hips forward again.

 

Slow and steady, their bodies moved in tandem, water moving around them, caressing their tingling skin. With every thrust, she answered him with a quick squeeze and release of her internal muscles.

 

“You know how fucking long I’ve been wanting to do this.” he confessed, “Me! Fucking you!” his dirty words fell breathlessly from his lips.

 

“You like fucking me, don’t you?”  

 

Growling, he dug his fingers into her hips for leverage as he withdrew, “YES!” he grunted and thrusted forward. A little faster and deeper now. Flesh slapping wetly against flesh, the cool water surrounding them crashing in the same manner. They coasted like this for mere moments, perfecting this perfect rhythm together, bodies sliding together, then parting.

 

The cries of their carnal pleasure for one another echoed in the empty room as wave after wave of ecstasy ripped through them, leaving them both gasping for breath.