Richie waited until Jon and Kate closed the door to the
van before he hauled Elena over the battered console that sat between
their bucket seats. Her surprised squeak made him grin into the kiss.
Within minutes there was nothing to laugh about. Her hot little mouth
was opening for him, eager to tangle in a deep kiss.
They’d been surrounded by people for weeks. Alone time was limited between parties and room raids. Jon was far too dangerous when Kate wasn’t around. He partied harder and in his darker moods, caused fights requiring him to go save his stupid ass. Alec was stomping on his last nerve and David’s Joker persona was gonna get punched in the face. The only one that didn’t piss him off was Tico. He just sat in a corner and got quietly drunk, making bets on who would throw up first that night.
He was tired of it.
He wanted Elena and a night alone with her. He wanted nothing but that beautiful smile and her crazy contortionist soul to make him forget about setlists, guitars, amps, and roadies. He wanted his house and his wife and his beach.
As her soft little hands worked his shirt open, he found his smile again. She did love his chest. Groaning as she smoothed her fingers over the hair on his chest, her fingers scissored over his nipples then climbing into his shoulders. He gripped her sad excuse for a pair of jeans, twirling the belt loop until it snapped as she slowly undulated against his rock hard cock.
Her grin grew wider as his head tilted back against the ratty drivers seat, her lips sliding along his jaw to his ear. She ground harder against him, as the worries of the last weeks slid away.
This round of touring hadn't been as fun as the first. God they were all so tired, and her husband, her beautiful Pony was the one working over time. Second Fiddle her ass. He was the clean up guy, the one who kept them all on even keel, the humor that pulled it together.
She bit down on his ear lobe gently and laughed, "Finally all alone."
"Goddamn right," he said, slipping his hands into the back of her jeans. There wasn't much give, but he was able to get his fingers into the waistband and on her smooth skin. "I don't want to let go of this primetime ass, love." He shifted beneath her, groaning when denim chafed against denim. "Get your zipper."
She grumbled against his neck, her hands sliding away from his neck and hair, slowly along his chest before reaching for the zipper. The rasping sound it made as she edged it down seemed to accentuate the soft growls he was making. She leaned into his heat, tasting him, unable to be still as his hands worked their way into the threadbare jeans. "All done."
His fingers spanned each cheek, curling forward until he met that slick slit he wanted to be inside. "Oh yeah," he hissed and slipped the tip of his middle and ring finger inside of her as she arched up to give him access. "So hot for me."
Her fingers slid along his chest to the barely done up buttons, undoing them before opening the shirt wider, her head bending, her tongue flickering out to touch down on each pebbled nub. "Mmmmm tasty."
He groaned as she sucked on his nipple, reaching lower until she wrapped around his hand. Her jeans pooled around his arm, sagging as the zipper popped open that last little bit. She nipped harder as he thrust into her fully. "Fuck!" He lifted her off him, slipping out of her until he could get her jeans free.
She balanced her knees on his thighs as he undid his belt and freed his cock. "Hurry," he muttered against her jaw line. "I need to be inside you."
She straightened; her hands and fingers digging into his shoulders for balance as she lifted one leg and kicked hard, her jeans landing in the passenger floor. Settling her knee back onto his thigh, she reached down, her hand wrapping securely around the base of that heavenly piece of hardness, before lowering herself inch by agonizing inch.
"Oh God, Lains," he hissed as she surrounded him. It felt like it had been an age since he'd been inside her. Everyday wasn't enough as far as he was concerned. And as she finally took him to the hilt, he groaned as she shifted forward in a tiny thrust against him. His fingers in a bruising grip on her hips as the friction nearly killed him right then and there.
His name whispered over her lips as he bucked upwards. God the feel of that man inside of her was heaven, hell it was pure ecstasy, and when his hands curled into her hips lifting her only to drop her down again she couldn't stop the moans.
She wanted more, she always did, no matter how often they connected, she needed that little bit more, and he always gave. She knew she'd never be able to survive without him, his love, joy, his total addiction to life. It was all a part of her now, a part of her soul.
He scored his nails under her shirt, finding the flimsy strap of her bra and freed her. He rolled up her shirt until he could get to the soft little breasts. Each thrust forward filled his mouth as he filled her. He sucked harder, tracing his tongue around the underside of her breast as the sweat trickled down between them.
His thumbs traced over her ribs and to the diamond hard tips of her nipples. Back and forth he shared equal time as he tried to distract himself. She felt so good, he was afraid he'd blow his wad right then and there. He had to make it last longer than two minutes for fuck's sake. He felt the first flutters of her orgasm as she took him faster.
His name was a shout in the small space as she rode him. Her hands reached for his shoulder and the dash behind her as she tried to find that spot that would toss her over. "That's it baby." He lowered his hand and found her clit, pressing his thumb along the tight nub.
He followed her gasping screams with his mouth. "Yes," he said into her mouth. "God, yes." There was nothing more beautiful than her falling apart in his arms. And when she sagged against him, he hiked her higher with his forearm under her ass, teasing the tip of his cock against her clit. "More," he whispered.
That husky more jolted through her, her hands pushing him back as she lifted herself, twisting so that her back was against his chest, Knees apart, her hands slowly digging into his upper thighs she began to slide against him. "More?"
"Christ," he muttered darkly as she took him from the other direction. Every inch of his cock scraped along her tight inner walls. She leaned forward, gripping the steering wheel as she slid along his shaft. His fingers gripped her thighs, her feet planted on each side of him. All the windows of the van were a gray mist of condensation.
And unbelievably he was able to go even deeper. And when she gave another choked cry, he crushed her against him, thrusting deeper and holding her there as he shuddered through an orgasm that left him as close to heaven as he could get.
She tipped her head back against his shoulder, her breathing ragged. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his fingers cupping her pretty little breasts. "God, we needed that.”
Her head turned slightly, a half loopy grin on her lips as she pressed a kiss to his chin. Relaxing back into his arms, she managed a slight laugh, her voice still raspy from her exertions, "and did we, now if I can just manage to move into my seat. I mean I’d love to stay here in front of Kate's all night, but.."
"I want my house, my bed, my wife and an uninterrupted night's sleep with you wrapped around me."
She started to laugh breathlessly as she angled her body over the console and back into her seat. Turning she gently settled him back into his jeans before half zipping him up. Pulling away she reached for her own pants and winked. Pointing off in the vague direction of home, "well home's that away Stud. Get ta driving."
He grinned, kicking the van into gear and rolling down all the windows. "What? I can't see. You fogged up all the windows."
"Did not!" Her brow lifted, her grin growing as she took her jeans and wiped down the wind shield. "There all better."
"Much better use for them," he smirked. "Oh look, too dirty to wear. Guess you'll just have to sit there naked."
She glanced at him and heard the dare. He didn't think she'd do it, not really, but a little bit of the devil rose inside. Tilting her head her hands dropped the jeans back into the floor, before making the trek up to undo the buttons of her shirt letting it follow swiftly. "You're right, I so hate to be dirty and sweaty."
He tipped his head back and laughed. "You want to give everyone on the highway a heart attack?"
She winked and settled back in her seat, "Naah, just amusing my husband with eye candy." she leaned forward, as if she were going to pick the clothing up, "Of course if he doesn't want the view..."
"Fuck no. I do," He growled. He didn't want the world looking at those perfect breasts though. He smiled evilly. "Why don't you lean back, click that seat back a bit. I'll show you how well I can entertain you."
Her hand found the seat release as she pushed back slightly, her body now lower than the window, brows waggling as she turned slightly to watch him. He looked much more relaxed now, that devilish glint was back in his dark brown eyes, they fairly glittered in the dimness of the van. "Oh really? Well Entertain me Husband."
He slid his fingers into her hair. She expected him to do something else, by the way she stilled, then curved into him. He wound his fingers through the back of her hair, massaging the base of her skull. "Relax, love."
Oh God, he'd started with the head rub, he knew what that did to her. Her eyes closed in immediate response, a soft whimper of appreciation on her lips as her body unwound. Nothing like a massage by those long fingers to even out a day. She sighed, wishing for a brief instant she could curl into his body, but knew that would come soon enough. "You're evil you know that?"
"Yes," he grinned and pulled onto the highway.
They’d been surrounded by people for weeks. Alone time was limited between parties and room raids. Jon was far too dangerous when Kate wasn’t around. He partied harder and in his darker moods, caused fights requiring him to go save his stupid ass. Alec was stomping on his last nerve and David’s Joker persona was gonna get punched in the face. The only one that didn’t piss him off was Tico. He just sat in a corner and got quietly drunk, making bets on who would throw up first that night.
He was tired of it.
He wanted Elena and a night alone with her. He wanted nothing but that beautiful smile and her crazy contortionist soul to make him forget about setlists, guitars, amps, and roadies. He wanted his house and his wife and his beach.
As her soft little hands worked his shirt open, he found his smile again. She did love his chest. Groaning as she smoothed her fingers over the hair on his chest, her fingers scissored over his nipples then climbing into his shoulders. He gripped her sad excuse for a pair of jeans, twirling the belt loop until it snapped as she slowly undulated against his rock hard cock.
Her grin grew wider as his head tilted back against the ratty drivers seat, her lips sliding along his jaw to his ear. She ground harder against him, as the worries of the last weeks slid away.
This round of touring hadn't been as fun as the first. God they were all so tired, and her husband, her beautiful Pony was the one working over time. Second Fiddle her ass. He was the clean up guy, the one who kept them all on even keel, the humor that pulled it together.
She bit down on his ear lobe gently and laughed, "Finally all alone."
"Goddamn right," he said, slipping his hands into the back of her jeans. There wasn't much give, but he was able to get his fingers into the waistband and on her smooth skin. "I don't want to let go of this primetime ass, love." He shifted beneath her, groaning when denim chafed against denim. "Get your zipper."
She grumbled against his neck, her hands sliding away from his neck and hair, slowly along his chest before reaching for the zipper. The rasping sound it made as she edged it down seemed to accentuate the soft growls he was making. She leaned into his heat, tasting him, unable to be still as his hands worked their way into the threadbare jeans. "All done."
His fingers spanned each cheek, curling forward until he met that slick slit he wanted to be inside. "Oh yeah," he hissed and slipped the tip of his middle and ring finger inside of her as she arched up to give him access. "So hot for me."
Her fingers slid along his chest to the barely done up buttons, undoing them before opening the shirt wider, her head bending, her tongue flickering out to touch down on each pebbled nub. "Mmmmm tasty."
He groaned as she sucked on his nipple, reaching lower until she wrapped around his hand. Her jeans pooled around his arm, sagging as the zipper popped open that last little bit. She nipped harder as he thrust into her fully. "Fuck!" He lifted her off him, slipping out of her until he could get her jeans free.
She balanced her knees on his thighs as he undid his belt and freed his cock. "Hurry," he muttered against her jaw line. "I need to be inside you."
She straightened; her hands and fingers digging into his shoulders for balance as she lifted one leg and kicked hard, her jeans landing in the passenger floor. Settling her knee back onto his thigh, she reached down, her hand wrapping securely around the base of that heavenly piece of hardness, before lowering herself inch by agonizing inch.
"Oh God, Lains," he hissed as she surrounded him. It felt like it had been an age since he'd been inside her. Everyday wasn't enough as far as he was concerned. And as she finally took him to the hilt, he groaned as she shifted forward in a tiny thrust against him. His fingers in a bruising grip on her hips as the friction nearly killed him right then and there.
His name whispered over her lips as he bucked upwards. God the feel of that man inside of her was heaven, hell it was pure ecstasy, and when his hands curled into her hips lifting her only to drop her down again she couldn't stop the moans.
She wanted more, she always did, no matter how often they connected, she needed that little bit more, and he always gave. She knew she'd never be able to survive without him, his love, joy, his total addiction to life. It was all a part of her now, a part of her soul.
He scored his nails under her shirt, finding the flimsy strap of her bra and freed her. He rolled up her shirt until he could get to the soft little breasts. Each thrust forward filled his mouth as he filled her. He sucked harder, tracing his tongue around the underside of her breast as the sweat trickled down between them.
His thumbs traced over her ribs and to the diamond hard tips of her nipples. Back and forth he shared equal time as he tried to distract himself. She felt so good, he was afraid he'd blow his wad right then and there. He had to make it last longer than two minutes for fuck's sake. He felt the first flutters of her orgasm as she took him faster.
His name was a shout in the small space as she rode him. Her hands reached for his shoulder and the dash behind her as she tried to find that spot that would toss her over. "That's it baby." He lowered his hand and found her clit, pressing his thumb along the tight nub.
He followed her gasping screams with his mouth. "Yes," he said into her mouth. "God, yes." There was nothing more beautiful than her falling apart in his arms. And when she sagged against him, he hiked her higher with his forearm under her ass, teasing the tip of his cock against her clit. "More," he whispered.
That husky more jolted through her, her hands pushing him back as she lifted herself, twisting so that her back was against his chest, Knees apart, her hands slowly digging into his upper thighs she began to slide against him. "More?"
"Christ," he muttered darkly as she took him from the other direction. Every inch of his cock scraped along her tight inner walls. She leaned forward, gripping the steering wheel as she slid along his shaft. His fingers gripped her thighs, her feet planted on each side of him. All the windows of the van were a gray mist of condensation.
And unbelievably he was able to go even deeper. And when she gave another choked cry, he crushed her against him, thrusting deeper and holding her there as he shuddered through an orgasm that left him as close to heaven as he could get.
She tipped her head back against his shoulder, her breathing ragged. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his fingers cupping her pretty little breasts. "God, we needed that.”
Her head turned slightly, a half loopy grin on her lips as she pressed a kiss to his chin. Relaxing back into his arms, she managed a slight laugh, her voice still raspy from her exertions, "and did we, now if I can just manage to move into my seat. I mean I’d love to stay here in front of Kate's all night, but.."
"I want my house, my bed, my wife and an uninterrupted night's sleep with you wrapped around me."
She started to laugh breathlessly as she angled her body over the console and back into her seat. Turning she gently settled him back into his jeans before half zipping him up. Pulling away she reached for her own pants and winked. Pointing off in the vague direction of home, "well home's that away Stud. Get ta driving."
He grinned, kicking the van into gear and rolling down all the windows. "What? I can't see. You fogged up all the windows."
"Did not!" Her brow lifted, her grin growing as she took her jeans and wiped down the wind shield. "There all better."
"Much better use for them," he smirked. "Oh look, too dirty to wear. Guess you'll just have to sit there naked."
She glanced at him and heard the dare. He didn't think she'd do it, not really, but a little bit of the devil rose inside. Tilting her head her hands dropped the jeans back into the floor, before making the trek up to undo the buttons of her shirt letting it follow swiftly. "You're right, I so hate to be dirty and sweaty."
He tipped his head back and laughed. "You want to give everyone on the highway a heart attack?"
She winked and settled back in her seat, "Naah, just amusing my husband with eye candy." she leaned forward, as if she were going to pick the clothing up, "Of course if he doesn't want the view..."
"Fuck no. I do," He growled. He didn't want the world looking at those perfect breasts though. He smiled evilly. "Why don't you lean back, click that seat back a bit. I'll show you how well I can entertain you."
Her hand found the seat release as she pushed back slightly, her body now lower than the window, brows waggling as she turned slightly to watch him. He looked much more relaxed now, that devilish glint was back in his dark brown eyes, they fairly glittered in the dimness of the van. "Oh really? Well Entertain me Husband."
He slid his fingers into her hair. She expected him to do something else, by the way she stilled, then curved into him. He wound his fingers through the back of her hair, massaging the base of her skull. "Relax, love."
Oh God, he'd started with the head rub, he knew what that did to her. Her eyes closed in immediate response, a soft whimper of appreciation on her lips as her body unwound. Nothing like a massage by those long fingers to even out a day. She sighed, wishing for a brief instant she could curl into his body, but knew that would come soon enough. "You're evil you know that?"
"Yes," he grinned and pulled onto the highway.
