Chapter 18

“Alright, guys,” Jon said, unable to tear his gaze away from Valerie’s mouth. “I think…” he trailed off. Watching the gentle suction pull her cheeks in was getting to him. Her eyes would close in pleasure as she drew in the smoke. When she opened her eyes to see Jon staring at her, she winked. Tilting her head back, she blew perfect smoke rings heavenward.

Richie laughed. “You think what, bro?” He was going to make Jon say it.

Jon glared at his friend. “I think it’s time for you to go.”

Valerie laughed. “How rude, Jon! Here we are, having a lovely time,” she stopped to draw deeply on the cigar again and she saw Jon’s eyes narrow, “and you want to cut it short! What’s wrong?” There was a sparkle in her eye; she was teasing him right along with his friends.

Jon chuckled. “There isn’t anything wrong, sweetheart.” He took a seat next to Valerie and picked up her hand. Leaning in close to her, he whispered, “Nothing that you can’t cure with that clever little mouth of yours.” He licked the delicate sea-shell of her ear. Jon continued speaking low to her, telling her what he wanted her to do, and what he in turn would do for her, and Valerie forgot all about the cigar she held.

The guys were watching this little interplay with interest, waiting to see what Valerie would do. They could just imagine what Jon was whispering to her. They chuckled when Valerie turned pink and shot furtive glances at them. She was looking mighty uncomfortable in her chair, and finally Richie took pity on her.

“Alright, you two, we get the hint,” he said with a wry smile. “We’ll get out of your hair.”

Valerie’s blush deepened. “You don’t have to go,” she said, ever the gracious hostess. “I’m sure he,” she gestured at Jon, “can control himself a little while longer.”

David laughed. “Naw, I’m lookin’ at him, and it doesn’t look like he can. I for one don’t need to watch.”

Tico stood and took Valerie’s hand and kissed it. “Buenos noches, querida. It was a pleasure meeting you.”

Valerie shivered. Her senses were on overload, and she knew it. “Buenos noches, mi amigo. And the pleasure was all mine.” She extinguished the cigar and set it in the ash tray, and walked with Jon and his friends to the front door. One by one, each man hugged Val and told her he was glad to meet her. After they left, and Jon had shut the door, Valerie pushed him up against it and mashed her mouth to his.

Jon thrust his hands into her hair and angled her head so his tongue could thrust deeper into her mouth. Valerie was grinding against Jon, and he broke the kiss, gasping, “Valerie!” He moved his hands to her shoulders, and gripped them tightly, resting his forehead against hers. He was shaking with need.

Valerie dropped to her knees in front of him, and stroked him through his jeans. Jon’s head thudded against the door as it fell back. Valerie slowly unfastened his jeans and pulled them down and off his legs. She trailed kisses up his thigh, smiling as she saw it trembling. She nudged his very obvious erection with her nose, as she licked the crease of his leg. The musky smell of an aroused man, this aroused man, had her wet and wanting, but first things first.

Valerie slowly peeled down Jon’s shorts, smiling as his thick member sprang free. She leaned forward, and without preamble, drew on the end like she did the cigar. Jon groaned and his hands slammed against the door, scrabbling for purchase, but finding none. “Jesus Valerie,” he said, his legs quivering.

“What’s wrong?” she said softly, drawing on him again.

“Noth-nothing,” he stammered, closing his eyes and reveling in her attentions.

Valerie continued the gentle pressure until Jon thought his head was going to explode right off his shoulders. She smiled around him and drew deeper, making him cry out. Twice more, and she was rewarded with an “Oh my God,” and Jon came.

“Is that what you had in mind?” Valerie asked, as she kissed him gently and stood to lean into him. All Jon could do was nod. She kissed his cheek. “Good,” she said.

Jon recovered enough to spin Valerie to the door and smiled wickedly. “My turn,” he said, and lifted her skirt to find she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He kissed her deeply and groaned as his fingers found the wet heat at her core and dove inside. Jon swallowed Valerie’s cry as his tongue and fingers moved in tandem. Valerie was shaking, clinging to him like he was her savior. When the first waves hit, she nearly sank to the floor. Jon moaned as her juices covered his hand. He kept stroking her until he felt her relax, and maneuvered her to the hall table. He turned her, and bent her so she was leaning over the table, and after using her juices to lube himself, entered her from behind.

Valerie’s skirt bunched at her hips as she was slammed repeatedly. Her fingers curled around the edge of the table as she forced herself backwards, matching Jon thrust for thrust. She turned her head to look at him, and the sight of him, all sweaty, eyes closed, head thrown back, the cords on his neck straining, made her smile a little self-satisfied smile and she turned back, eyes rolling as the waves threatened to overtake her again.

Jon opened his eyes and blurrily looked down to watch himself disappear into her over and over and over again. He watched as his thrusts made Valerie’s ass bounce enticingly. Unable to stop himself, he gave her a sharp slap, which earned him a moan. When he rubbed away the red mark he left, Valerie purred. “You like that, baby?”

“Mmmmm,” was all he heard.

He alternated slapping and rubbing, all the while pounding into her. When Valerie tightened around him, locking onto him like a vice, he cried out. Valerie screamed his name as she came this time, and Jon went over the edge right after her. He collapsed on top of her, breath heaving, and he thought he might be having a heart attack. He kissed the back of Valerie’s neck and said, “Still think I was being rude?”

Valerie laughed, causing her to spasm around Jon, making him hiss. “Yes, I do,” she said, “but I no longer care.”

Jon laughed as he slipped from her body and led her down the hall to a bathroom. He turned on the taps and kissed her thoroughly while the tub filled. He gently stripped her clothes from her and lifted her, settling her into the warm water. He lathered a washcloth and gently washed Valerie, rubbing her gently and sending little shocks through her system. When the washcloth came in contact with her clit she moaned, and her head fell back against the edge of the tub. A few short strokes later, and Valerie was gripping the edge of the tub hard enough to turn her knuckles white.

Jon leaned down to kiss her lips gently. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” she whispered. “Don’t stop.”

“I have no intention of stopping,” Jon answered, and brought her to peak again.

Chapter 17

Valerie and Jon had spent the remainder of the morning on a tour of the house. Valerie showed real interest in the architecture and history of the house and the grounds, and Jon loved talking about his place, so before they knew it, it was lunchtime. They went into town and had a leisurely lunch at Dean & Deluca, after which they walked up and down Newtown Lane, ducking into the over-priced shops. Another long walk on the beach rounded out the afternoon. They had gotten back to the house to find Richie there again. The two men had talked while Valerie went into the library to relax. It was her second favorite room in the house; the first, of course, being Jon’s bedroom.

Valerie had selected a volume from the shelves, and settled into an oversized leather wing-backed chair to read. She must have dozed off, because she woke to the sensation of being carried. Jon was taking her upstairs. “What’s going on?” she asked sleepily.

“You fell asleep, sweetheart. I’m bringing you somewhere more comfortable.” Jon kissed her temple and only let her go when he placed her on the bed. He stood back to smile at the picture she made; all tousled and curled up comfortably.

“Aren’t you joining me?” Valerie asked sleepily.

Jon’s smiled widened, setting his eyes alight. “I would love nothing more, but the guys are coming over. Richie called them; they’re staying for dinner.”

Valerie knelt up on the bed. “Why?” Her voice was a little strained, and Jon just looked at her. “I mean why today?” she amended. “It must be a surprise to you, or you would have mentioned something earlier.” She remembered her exchange with Richie. “They’re here to give their approval or disapproval of me, aren’t they.”

Jon blushed; Valerie had hit the nail right on the head. “Jeez, when you put it like that – it bothers you some then?” Jon asked.

“What, being paraded out in front of your friends to make sure I pass muster?” Valerie just gave Jon a look. “Yeah, it does a little,” she said. “But, I know where Richie is coming from. Believe me, if the situations were reversed, my friends would be doing the same thing.” She sighed. “Go. I’ll be down in a little while. I need to wake up and get changed.”

“Sweetheart, you look fine,” Jon argued.

Valerie smiled at him condescendingly, and when she spoke, her voice was teasing. “Did you learn nothing from the women you’ve known over the years?” She shook her head at him. “We do not do windblown and rumpled when we’re meeting people for the first time; regardless of whether they’re rock stars or not.”

Jon laughed, his blue eyes sparkling and dancing. “All right, but don’t take too long.” He leaned down to kiss her, and Valerie caught him off guard by wrapping her arms around his neck and falling backwards. He landed on top of her, and she had him rolled under her in no time.

“Are you sure you don’t want to join me?” she said seductively.

Jon groaned. “You know that if we come down together, they’re gonna know what we’ve been doing up here.” His reluctance was cute, but Valerie could tell it was all for show. His body was telling her all she needed to know.

“Jon, Richie already knows that, and I’m sure by now he’s said something to the others,” she said, lazily rocking on him; moaning a little at the friction.

“Yeah,” Jon said, snaking his hands under Valerie’s shirt, “you’re probably right.” His hands closed over her breasts and Valerie hissed. She worked the button and zipper on his jeans and reluctantly climbed off him to strip them and his Calvins from his legs. She shucked her leggings and panties just as quickly, and climbed back on top of him. She slowly lowered herself onto him and rode him gently, enjoying the sensation of him inside her, and the sight of him breathless and wanting below her. Jon put his hands on Valerie’s hips, giving himself leverage to drive up into her, unable to stand the sweet torture any longer. She smiled at his passion and leaned back, bracing on his calves, and just the shift in angle was enough to push her closer to the edge. She felt the familiar tightening, and her breathing started to come in little pants. Jon released her hip to snake a finger into her curls and tease her clit, making her gasp loudly. Jon chuckled and his chuckle turned to a groan as he felt Valerie tighten around him a split second before she cried his name. Her vice tightened more, and Jon growled as he emptied into her.

When the pair was freshly showered and dressed, they descended the grand staircase hand-in-hand, talking softly. They were so engrossed in each other that they didn’t notice they had an audience until they reached the bottom of the staircase. Standing there, arms crossed, was the rest of the band. Valerie looked at each of their faces; the fan in her hardly believing she was meeting them. The woman in her a little peeved at the circumstances.

Sighing, she smiled brightly and said, “I’m Valerie, nice to make your acquaintance. Richie, it’s nice to see you again.” With that, she pulled Jon to her and kissed him soundly, cupping his ass, then stepped back and wiped the lipstick from Jon’s mouth with her thumb. She gave the band an I-dare-you-to-comment look, and headed for the library with a decidedly sassy sway to her hips. “Anyone need a drink before dinner?” she asked over her shoulder, winking.

When she disappeared into the library, Jon’s friends burst out laughing.

Valerie was shaking. She couldn’t believe what she had just done, but being put on display made her a little cranky, and she was acting out. She heard the men’s laughter, and chuckled to herself, imagining what that little scene must have looked like. They came into the library and accepted drinks from Valerie, and settled down to chat. One by one, Jon watched each man fall under her spell. She was just so genuine and funny and smart and real that one couldn’t help be drawn to her.

After a quiet, casual dinner, they were settled once again in the library. Valerie had settled into the chair she occupied earlier, and let her mind wander while the men were talking. She noticed a lull in the conversation, and looked up to find four pairs of eyes watching her. Suddenly self-conscious, she smiled a nervous smile and said, “what?”
David spoke up. “We’re not used to being ignored, you know.”

Valerie arched an eyebrow at him. “Oh really? Should I be hanging on your every word? Is the conversation that scintillating, or am I supposed to be blown away by your mere presence?”

“By our presence of course,” David answered. “You should be hanging on our every word because they’re our words. Is that not a perk of being an international rock star?”

Valerie burst out laughing. “You are too much. Sorry, but shop talk, even for a fan, gets boring. Now,” she said, leaning forward eagerly, and staring at David’s face. “If you were to tell me some stories from the old days, I’d give you my complete and undivided attention.”

“Don’t even think about it,” Jon said, smiling.

“Awww, c’mon, boss,” David said. Jon just gave him a look that said ‘subject closed’ and Valerie laughed.

They continued with the friendly banter until Tico stood and headed for the patio. “I’ll be back,” he said, taking a case from inside his jacket pocket.

“Cigars?” Valerie asked. Tico nodded. “Can I smell them?” Surprised, Tico brought the case over. Valerie drew out a rather short tube, and ran it delicately under her nose, inhaling deeply. “Mmmm, nice,” she said, and looked at it critically. “Holy shit! This is a pre-Castro cerdo volando – a Flying Pig. It’s gotta be more than 50 years old,” she gushed, sniffing it again, and closing her eyes in pleasure.

“You speak Spanish and know cigars?” Tico asked incredulously.

Valerie nodded. “Cigars were my father’s passion, and I learned a lot from him. I love the smell of cigar smoke, and the smooth, rich taste is intoxicating. Oh, and Spanish was just one of the languages I picked up in school.” She blushed, realizing how boastful that sounded, and handed the cigars back to Tico. “Sorry, got a little carried away there.”

“A woman who knows and enjoys cigars, speaks my language, and is beautiful to boot.” Tico said, shaking his head. “I didn’t think I’d see the day.”

Valerie blushed harder. “I belong to a small group of women that get together every couple of months to drink brandy and smoke cigars.” She giggled. “It’s a guilty pleasure, I guess.”

“Well,” Tico said, “in that case, fumar un cigarro conmigo?” he said, asking her to join him.

“Really?” Valerie was out of her chair before Tico could change his mind. “Con mucho gusto.” She looped her arm through his and let him escort her to the terrace, not even giving Jon or the others a backwards glance. The pair was chatting animatedly in Spanish while the others just stared.

Richie elbowed Jon and said, “Better watch out, bro. They seem to have a lot in common.” David laughed.

Jon didn’t find him funny, however. “Teek’s married and Val’s mine,” he said sternly. The three men followed Tico and Valerie to the patio doors, and watched as she expertly clipped the end of the cigar and lit it, twirling it in her mouth to get an even burn. She closed her eyes and puffed on it for a moment, and let out a low moan. “Qué magnifico,” she said softly. Valerie opened her eyes to see the others staring at her. “What now?” she asked, exasperated.

Tico laughed. “I think you’re more than any of us expected,” he said.

“So, do I pass inspection, then?” she asked, putting the cigar to her mouth and sucking on it slowly and deeply, making Jon squirm.

David laughed at Jon’s sudden discomfort. “Oh yeah,” he said. “You pass.”