Richie peered through a slit in the hotel door and saw an empty hallway. Man, all he wanted was some ice. The hotel was too friggin' hot and a little Jack and Coke would go down nice after the long show. He and Elena had snuck back for a little alone time after the backstage mess had ended.
He honestly didn't see the need for him to entertain local celebrities just because they were...well, local celebrities. It wasn't like they wanted to talk to him anyway. Jon was the golden boy and he liked it that way. Leave him alone with his guitar and his wife and he was perfectly fine with it.
He stepped out in his running shorts and no shirt. Their room was close to the ice machine. Swearing as the door swung shut he realized he didn't have his key. "Well fuck," he muttered. He didn't want to wake up Elena, but it looked like he was going to have to. Padding down in his socks he filled up the bucket and headed back but this time a set of blonde's were scoping out the hall. "Fuck."
He didn't really want to show them which room was his but he also didn't want to run around the hotel in his shorts. "Hell," he muttered and decided it was the lesser of two evils and started knocking.
"Oh my God!! That's Richie!" One of the blondes shrieked.
"Lains! Open up!" He turned around holding the ice bucket in front of himself. "Uh, hi ladies."
"Oh my God, you're Richie Sambora!" Blonde number two repeated.
"Ahh, yup. I mean, yes I am."
She looked him up and down. "Look, Trish we didn't even have to try to get his clothes off. He's almost ready."
The other girl with the too-red lipstick smiled showing yellowing smokers teeth. "Must be our lucky day. I'm Debbie, by the way. Is this your hotel room?" she asked as she moved in closer.
Richie's eyes started watering. Sweet fucking Christ! What the hell kind of perfume was she wearing? Eau de Piss? "Um, yes this is my room but somehow I don't think my wife--" He stumbled back as the door opened.
She brushed the hair from her eyes and took a glance into the hallway. "What the hell?" Her eyes widened as she caught wind of a full ice bucket, ok that looked promising, her husband in nothing but his damned white socks and shorts which was good, but then she saw what had him surrounded and her brows lifted. "Excuse me? Just what the ..."
"Uh, hi honey. I forgot my key," he smiled winningly. "Say hi to um...Debbie was it?"
She nodded encouragingly and looked Elena up and down. "He was just going to invite us in. I've never done a foursome."
Elena straightened majestically; her five foot nothing height seemingly taller as her brow arched. "Well hello there Debbie. You girls lost or what?"
Richie fumbled with the ice. "They were just saying goodnight. Girls, meet my wife, Elena."
"Wife?" Trish sputtered. "When the hell did you get married?"
Elena grinned, her hand snaking out to wrap around Richie's waist and pull him into the room. "Now why does that matter girls?? He's still the best guitarist in the best band. That's why you're here right, for an autograph?" A tiny smirk played about her lips. She knew damn well why they were here. She'd heard enough groupie banter to turn her grey. "I mean it wouldn't be to experience a ride on the Sambora love train right? You're decent girls; you wouldn't be roaming hotels at the ungodly hour it is for nefarious means?"
Trish looked at the little bit of fluff and laughed. "Hell yeah we are."
Debbie had the grace to blush. "We were just leaving."
"No we weren't." Trish said and stepped closer to the door.
"Goodnight girls," Richie said with a rueful grin. There was a time when he would have been all over that sentiment. He slid his arm around Elena. "I'm a one on one guy these days."
"That's okay, we can take turns."
Elena's brow winged into her hairline, a devious gleam whispering into her dark brown eyes. "Did you bring the cucumber, or zucchini? He doesn't do doubles without the green veggies."
"Elena!" Richie gasped. Jaysus what the fuck kinda stories was she being told? Clearing his throat he twisted his fingers into the belt of her robe tightening it. "My wife is a comedienne."
She stood on tiptoe and pressed a kiss to his chin. "Facts is facts lover." She glanced back at the girls. "So?"
Richie started shutting the door. "Sorry, no veggies here tonight. Gotta go. Nice meeting you. Hope you enjoyed the show."
"Hell, can I at least get an autograph," Trish whined.
Richie opened the door. "Got a pen?"
The girl produced a sharpie and handed it over then pulled her stretchy top low until the tip of her nipple peeked. "Right there please."
Elena shook her head, "It won’t last long there."
"Oh yeah it will." Trish batted her eyelashes and let it go a little bit lower as Richie started signing.
Richie tried not to look, he really did. But hell, a breast was a breast and hers were still pretty good.
Elena turned to study Debbie. "Let me guess, you want him to sign your ass?" She glanced at Richie and sighed as he took a nice long look at what he was signing. Maybe she needed a boob job, she'd ask him about that soon.
"Uh no Ma'am, my ticket stub would be fine." Debbie said and looked down.
Richie turned to Elena and shrugged. "You'd be surprised how many I sign, darlin'."
He reached for the ticket stub and let Debbie have a quick hug. "Night girls. Glad you had a good time," he said even though they didn’t mention the show.
Elena watched as the two girls backed up, then frowned as Trish darted forward and attempted a kiss. Jesus some of them just wouldn't give up. She cleared her throat as Trish tried to slip Richie tongue. "Umm I think that’s enough now."
Richie tried a big smile. "All I wanted was ice. I swear it."
She shook her head and started to laugh. "I don't doubt you Richie, not one bit."
Waving to the girls he closed the door and leaned on it. "Welcome to my life, Lains. Damn, they're not usually so...focused."
She slid closer her hands gently roaming up along his spine. "Baby none of that matters. If at the end you’re on this side of the door and they are on that side I have no complaints. Look at the bright side, they are loyal. Yes that’s a good word to use.. Loyal."
Richie snorted, "That's one word. I’m not exactly interested in those girls when I've got a woman like you in here." He passed off the ice bucket to a small table and snagged a cube popping it into his mouth before he lowered his head. Snagging it between his teeth he slid it along her lower lip.
She shivered at the contradiction of heated skin, hot lips and cold ice. Wrapping her arms around his waist tighter she gasped, her hands teasingly tracing over the waist of his shorts.
Lifting her up, he waggled his brows. He'd heard that ice could be fun for foreplay. He dumped her on the bed and flipped open her robe not bothering to open the top. The ice was quickly melting so he sucked it back in and let the tip come out like his tongue and traced his way up her thigh.
A soft whimper sang over her lips as she trembled at the feel of his tongue so cool upon her rapidly heating skin. Her eyes closed as she relaxed and let go, her petite hands brushing over his head as he dipped and moved along her legs.
Reaching blindly for the bucket he tugged at the tie at her waist. Naked beneath the soft terry cloth he opened her like a present, parting the robe with the side of his hand letting the ice explore the new skin. He watched her flush and goose-bumps rise on her pretty pale skin.
He slid down the line of the white robe taking a quick circle of one nipple as he traced the underside of her breast. He leaned down and enveloped the chilled nipple in his hot mouth and sucked.
She arched against his lips as the ice and his mouth short circuited her brain, her hands sliding to graze over his shoulders. Soft breaths hitched as the ice continued its trek along her skin, chilling her yet oddly heating her from outside to in. The softest whimper fell from her lips as his silky dark hair brushed over skin previously chilled. "Jesus baby."
He grinned up at her moving the ice cube into the palm of his hand he pressed on her tummy and moved lower. Her quick gasp at the cold, tightened her nipples more. He couldn't resist them and took one then the other into his mouth swirling his tongue around each hard tip as his hand worked lower.
Her belly quivered as he found the slim line of hair at her center and let the ice sliver sit at the top of her slit as he sucked greedily.
Her hips bucked as a mewl of frustration echoed in the air. The ice was so cold, his lips were so warm, His tongue was burning a trail of heated desire along each centimeter of her skin. The softest sob broke through as the ice dripped tendrils of chilly water onto her over heated flesh and shudders began to wrack her petite frame.
Taking another cube from the bucket he gave her nipple one last lick and flipped open her robe so she was completely bare to him, her arms pinned to the bed. He lowered himself so he was between her thighs. She was wet, creaming even without his touch. Not able to resist the lure of her, he licked once and her musky flavor nearly sidetracked him.
The dripping wetness of the ice seared his fingers. It would melt inside of her. The heat and the come would sizzle. Pulling his thoughts away from her taste, knowing it would be better if he waited, he slid the ice down her slit and found her clit.
Using his thumb to open her wider he rolled the ice around until her back bowed off the bed.
His name was a strangled scream as, her body beginning to throb in anticipation and abandon. Her fingers curled into the terry cloth of the robe holding them stationary as her throat tried to work beyond the spasms to speak. Jesus what was he doing to her?
The ice had melted to the size of half of his pinkie, sliding it inside of her he held her down as her hips thrust up. She wanted his mouth. He could feel her burning for it, holding off, he slid it all the way inside then curled the tip of his tongue through the icy warmth and sucked her clit into his hot mouth.
She almost came off the bed as the ice slid deep into her heat, her hips arching and wiggling to get away from the cold and closer to the heat as gentle sobs whispered over lips gone dry with need. Her heart raced as she lost herself in the magic of his lips and fingers, his tongue setting fire to anything resembling normal thought. Were she able to speak she'd be begging, and she knew it, he had her exactly where he wanted her, insane with need.
Sliding two fingers into her tight heat he growled at the expanding tissue as she took him. The ice had overloaded her and the loss of control had him hard as a fucking rock. He wanted to slam inside of her, but relished the thought of taking her higher. Always wanting more, giving more...taking all.
He tucked his thumb under her clit and pressed flicking his tongue over her clit as he pumped into her slowly. Her body was tense and fluid all at once. "More," he groaned as he tasted her. Flowing, hot and cold at the same time she screamed his name and still he didn't stop.
Three fingers now he thrust deeper until he couldn't stop. The feel of her vicing around him had his cock so hard he only saw red. Pulling away he climbed up and slammed into her.
Her hips moved to meet his with urgency as he plunged deep. Her hands quickly struggled from under the robe to reach and hold onto his shoulders, her head tilting to taste the salt of his skin. She was on fire, couldn't get enough; she needed his taste, his smell, his entire being. She no longer existed except in the throbbing need that coursed through her. It's what she was, need.
Nails raked along his back, unmindful of any scratching occurring as she lifted one leg to wrap around his waist, her lips still sliding over skin as she pulled his taste and scent in to attempt to center herself, but all it did was drive her higher, her moans turning into loud cries of need that begged response.
Richie growled against the scrapes knowing the wounds would be deep, proving just how much she wanted him. Feeding off of that energy he felt himself swell and her clamp down on him until his name echoed around him. She felt like sin and salvation, heat and heaven. "Mine," he whispered against her neck. "Mine."
Her lips slid over his sweat coated skin, soft sobs whispering against his ear, "Yours, yes.. god. Yours." She writhed against him, her body begging for the final push higher, needing that last bit as her heart tripped through her chest and her lips continued to taste each inch of his shoulder before a final thrust had her biting down in a primitive need to mark what belonged to hers. "Mine too."
His head fell back in surrender as she bit into him leaving another mark. Richie slung her leg over his arm and pushed deeper. "Elena," he groaned as he lifted her off the bed. Her scream as she pulsed around him left him shattered.
She was too limp to move, unable to move her leg from his arm as sex glazed eyes blinked to focus on his face. Her hands slowly slid over his back as she noticed the rather angry looking bite on his shoulder. Swallowing hard to get a bit of moisture into her throat she managed to croak, "Damn, didn't mean to...bite ya."
He leaned down, dropping a quick kiss on her mouth before shifting her until she was curled in front of him. "My little tigress was clawing and biting tonight." He tucked his chin into her neck. "I like making you come so hard you can't think straight." He kissed her shoulder. "It's worth a few battle scars."
She pressed a lazy kiss to his chest. "I kinda like it too. I scratched too? "She curled into his warmth and sighed a contented growly sigh. "You make me forget myself."
"Well let me remind you. You're Mrs. Elena Sambora and you're my wife...period end quote."
She weakly pushed at his chest and laughed, "Oh I won’t forget, but you best not either, remember I know how to take a man bigger than me down."
"I'm not going anywhere, darlin'. You're stuck with me until I'm fat, old and bald. Sorry about that."
She rolled her eyes and snorted. "I won’t let ya get fat and I doubt you go bald, but if you do I'll love ya anyways. Not much I can do about the older part." She grinned into his chest, "well except talk dirty too ya or sit on your lap that is."
"We'll have to get big rocking chairs for the porch," he said with a yawn. "Pretty house on the water. Kids and grandkids everywhere, a couple of dogs."
She closed her eyes and let his dreams of the future wash over her. "Yeah, that sounds really nice. A house full of love where kids can grow up to do what they truly want."
"Kids with wings always do better in the end. You just got your wings late that's all darlin'. I love you," he said and let his hand stroke down her hair.
She lifted her head to kiss his cheek. "Not as much as I love you."
Deciding it was better to stay quiet than refute her he curled her in closer. He wasn't sure it was possible to love her more but every day she proved him wrong. There was always more inside of him, just for her.
