Hi!

This quick little story is a gift to a great girl, DeeDee. She is otherwise known as the Queen of YouTube, and can find you just about anything Jovi related there is to be found out there.

She hangs out on Topix, and is just a hell of a nice lady.

So DeeDee, for you, sweetie.

Happy Birthday!

Love,
Hath
xx


PS: To navigate the story, keep clicking "Older Posts" down below, or navigate using the chapter titles on the left.

Part One

Sitting in his office, he banged on the keyboard; nothing happened. He tried turning off and turning back on the computer; nothing happened. Shit. Now he was going to have to call support, and he HATED calling support. They were always busy, and always made him feel like an idiot. He isn't an idiot for Christ's sake. He helped with the equipment for the latest tour, getting things set up and working with the techs to have it flowing seamlessly. He outfitted the chateau with more gadgets than James Bond. It was just that his fucking PC was a mystery to him.

Sighing, he checked his watch and picked up the phone. "Janet," he said to his admin, "I need someone to come look at my PC. It's acting up again. Can you see if they can come when I'm at lunch? I'll be back in about an hour and a half."

"Sure thing boss," Janet answered, making Jon smile. She wouldn't call him 'Jon', only 'boss'.

Jon gathered his things, turned off the computer, and left the office. He kept an eye on the clock the whole time he was out, wanting to make sure he gave the techs plenty of time to get their work done. He hated making small talk with them because they always had a superior air about them. He thought HE was arrogant; he had nothing on those guys.

Satisfied that he gave enough time, he went back to the office. He saw Janet wasn't back from lunch yet, and went into his office and stopped dead. His computer was working! It was sitting there on his big mahogany desk, and it was on and happy, and he was so grateful. He hated to admit it, but he was lost with out it. He walked around the desk and pulled out the chair, and jumped a mile when he heard a scream.

"Jesus Christ!" he swore. There was someone under his desk. He didn't see her because the knee-hole had a back to it that went all the way to the floor. "What the hell are you doing?"

"If you have to ask," the voice, a soft woman's voice answered, "I'm finishing up a work request to get this computer working." She looked up at him with eyes that were a clear, soft blue like his own. These eyes were sparkling with intelligence and humor, and a wry smile tweaked at the corner of her small, pert, utterly kissable mouth.

Whoa, he thought to himself. Where the hell did that come from?

"Er, sorry," Jon said. "Do you need more time?"

"Just a minute or two," the woman said. "Then I'll be out of your hair."

Jon rolled his chair to the side of the desk and sat heavily. He was reading through a contract when the door burst open and Richie sauntered in. "Hey man, you eat already?"

"Yeah," Jon said, not getting up. "I went out so tech support could come and fix my computer. Fucking thing was angry again."

Richie smiled. "Have you seen the new tech they hired when we were in Europe?" Richie whistled, and Jon made a 'cut' motion across his throat which his friend totally ignored. "Man she is cute. She's a delicate little thing, not more than 5'6" or 5'7", slender, blonde over blue." Richie leered at Jon. "Maybe I'll break my computer too."

"Rich," Jon said softly. "That's enough."

Under the desk, DeeDee was flushing from her chest to her forehead. She didn't know whether to stay quiet or come out and confront them. She berated herself. She had nothing to be ashamed of. She was cute. And delicate. And blonde over blue. Feeling her cheeks to make sure the heat had gone from them, she unbuttoned the top couple buttons of her blouse, mussed her hair, and crawled out from under the desk.

"That should take care of it," she said to Jon. Richie gulped and looked like he swallowed a bug. DeeDee looked at him and asked, sweetly and softly, "Is there something wrong with your machine too, Mr. Sambora?"

"N-n-no, it's fine," he said, and fumbled behind him for the doorknob and beat a hasty retreat.

Jon laughed. "Sorry about that," he said. "Sometimes his foot just gets stuck in that mouth of his."

DeeDee flapped a hand at him. "Don't worry about it." She smoothed her hair away from her face. "You should be all set now."

"What was wrong with it?"

DeeDee considered him. "Do you want the real answer or the stock answer?"

Jon laughed. "The real answer if you please. I'm not an idiot you know."

"I never even considered that you were." She went on to tell him about a virus his computer had that she was able to remove without needing to reinstall all the software onto the machine. She smiled at him. "I installed an updated anti-virus on your PC too, you shouldn't have that issue again. I also replaced the network wire. It looks like you keep kicking it out of its slot, and the latch was broken. You shouldn't do that," she said with a wink. "I taped it to the underside of the desk so it won't get in your way anymore. That it?" she asked.

Jon hadn't heard a single word she said. Once she started talking to him, not at him, he got lost in the soft melodic cadence of her voice. He watched her lips form words, and fleetingly wondered what they'd feel like against his skin. He saw the delicate curve of her neck disappear into the deep vee of her shirt, deeper now that she had undone a couple of buttons. He could just see the swell of her generous breasts, and his eyes flicked guiltily back up to her eyes. Eyes that did not miss the direction his went in. Eyes that were not all upset at that.

"Sorry, darlin'," he said sheepishly. "I didn't catch that last part."

DeeDee laughed at him. "The last thing I said was, 'I'll bet you haven't heard a damned word I've said, and now you're staring at my boobs'. And the name's not darlin'. It's DeeDee."

Jon actually blushed. He slanted his eyes to look out the window while a slow smile played at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah, DeeDee, you're right," he said, still looking out the window. "I didn't hear a damned word you said. I got all distracted by your mouth."

The radio at her hip buzzed at that moment, before she could say anything. "Hey DeeDee," a voice said. "Ready to do your birthday up right?"

DeeDee jumped and pulled the thing from its holster. "Not now, Rose," she said. "I'm in the middle of something."

"Oooh! Are you in Jon's office? You should hide out under the desk and..."

"ROSE!" she said, mortified at her friend's comments, knowing exactly where they were going. Hers had strayed there, too. "Shut up. Now."

Jon heard Rose say "Shit" and click off.

"Birthday, huh?" he said to her.

"Erm, yeah," DeeDee said, still looking down at the carpet. It was really quite lovely, and thick, and probably wouldn't leave a burn... She shook herself, appalled. "So, if there's nothing else..." DeeDee was inching toward the door.

"What are your plans?" Jon sat in his chair, and crossed his ankles on the edge of the desk.

"Oh, just Rose and I going out for drinks. Nothing exciting," she said, inching closer to the door. "If there's nothing else..."

"What are you doing after?"

"A-a-after?" she squeaked. "Nothing I guess."

"Do you wanna maybe get a late bite?"

DeeDee shook her head. "Not a good idea, going out with the boss."

"Would you go if I fired you first?" Jon asked, and DeeDee laughed.

"Sure, but I need the job."

Jon looked at her, then called Janet. "Janet, who does tech work for? Is it me?"

Janet chuckled. "No, Mr. Ego, they work for Matt. And before you ask, no, Matt doesn't work for you either."

"Thank you Janet," he said, then looked at DeeDee expectantly.

"I guess we're having a late bite then," she said.

Part Two

DeeDee left Jon’s office and hurried downstairs to her desk. She was beside herself. She couldn’t believe she was going to be having dinner with HIM. She’d been halfway in love and all-the-way in lust with him for more years than she could remember. Rose came running over to her when she saw her friend arrive.

“Shit, he was in his office, wasn’t he?” Rose asked, horrified at what she had said, and what he had overheard, AND that DeeDee had said her name, so he knew who had said it.

“Yep, he was,” DeeDee said. “Radios aren’t good for that kind of conversation, my friend,” she said sympathetically. “That being said, don’t you think I thought of that already?” The two women shared a laugh. “As have most of the women that work here and some of the men, too.”

“So he heard me, huh?”

“Yeah,” DeeDee said, “but he chose to ignore you. When are we going out and where?”

“I was thinking O’Malley’s. They have a great bar menu, and we can have something to eat to sop up the massive amounts of alcohol we will be consuming.”

“Uh, OK…” DeeDee trailed off, and Rose was on her hesitation like a fly on shit.

“Spill. What the hell is going on?”

DeeDee blushed. “I sorta have a date after drinks tonight to get something to eat, so I don’t want to have to much beforehand.”

Rose’s eyes went wide with an unspoken question, and DeeDee nodded. Rose squeaked, grabbed her friend’s hand, and dragged her to an empty office, shutting the door behind them. “You so do not have a date with Jon Bon Jovi tonight.”

DeeDee blushed. “Yes, I so do.”

“Holy shit,” Rose answered. “He never dates anyone from the office.”

“Well, he established that I don’t work directly for him, and I didn’t really have another excuse…” She broke off when Rose smacked the back of her head.

“You REFUSED? Are you fucking out of your mind?”

DeeDee laughed. “Apparently, I am. Excuse me for not wanting to screw up my job by going out with the boss. That’s the last thing I need.”

“So, what are you wearing and where are you going?”

“I have no idea. To either,” DeeDee admitted.

“Well screw drinks, we can do that tomorrow. We need to go shopping!”

A couple hours later, DeeDee was emerging from the shower when her cell phone rang. It was Jon. “Hello?” she said, tentatively.

“Hey there, I’m almost to your place, you ready?”

“NO!” DeeDee exclaimed, to which Jon chuckled. “I mean, I just got out of the shower; I need at least another half an hour.” She sighed. “How close are you?” Her doorbell rang. Rose was coming to help her with her hair.

Muttering to herself, she wrapped a towel around her body and went out to see who was at the door. “Pretty close,” Jon said. DeeDee peeked through the peephole and dropped the phone.

She opened the door a crack and peeked around the corner. She said, “You are entirely too early,” and her whole body flushed.

Jon’s heart stopped. She wasn’t kidding about just getting out of the shower. He could see the dewy remnants of the shower on her shoulders, and her hair was dripping water all around her.

DeeDee was just staring at Jon. He looked gorgeous in a white button down shirt tucked into low-riding jeans. He topped it with a pin-striped jacket, and battered cowboy boots clad his feet. His hair was a little windblown, and he looked just perfect. The shirt was unbuttoned enough that DeeDee had a good view of the famous fur, and rolled her eyes at the bling.

“What?” Jon said, looking down. “What was the eye roll for? I think I look damned good.”

DeeDee laughed. “You do look good,” she said, blushing, “but it’s just that damned necklace. When are you going to be done with that?”

Jon laughed. “I happen to like it.”

“No shit, you wear it all the time,” she said, then clapped her hands over her mouth. “Sorry, sorry. Don’t mind me. Uh, I need to get dressed, and Rose is coming to help…” she trailed off as her phone rang again. It was Rose.

“What?” DeeDee said. “Where are you?”

“I’m sorry,” she said, “but I have a problem at home I need to take care of.” She sounded like she was almost in tears. “I so wanted to help you but…”

“Don’t even worry about it,” DeeDee said. “Is there anything I can do?”

Rose chuckled. “Yes, tell me every f*cking detail tomorrow. And touch the fur.”

DeeDee laughed and rang off. Touch the fur indeed.

Yeah, right.

Part Three

“Well,” DeeDee said, “looks like it’s just you and me. Rose isn’t coming. Hang on.” She closed the door, and Jon heard footsteps retreat, then re-approach a minute later. She opened the door all the way. Jon smiled. She had put a thin silk robe on over her towel. “Alright, you may as well come in,” she said. “I’ll be ready as soon as I can. Can I get you something?”

Jon smiled. “Can I borrow your towel?”

DeeDee laughed. “No. Nice try,” she shook her head. “There’s wine in the kitchen; help yourself.” She walked on unsteady legs back to her bedroom. Shit, what the hell was he doing? Flirting with her?

Jon watched her go back to her room, and found himself craning his neck to try to keep her in his sights. He chuckled at himself and went into the kitchen. He found the wine and a glass, but not the corkscrew. “DeeDee,” he called. “Where’s the corkscrew?”

In her room, DeeDee jumped. His voice calling out her name did something funny to her insides. “I don’t know, in a drawer somewhere,” she shouted back. “Look around!” Her hands were shaking so much she put her fingernails through her stocking. Cursing, she pulled another set out of the drawer and carefully put them on, attaching them to the garter belt she wore. Sitting on the bed, she dropped her head into her hands and groaned. Apparently loudly. She heard a soft knock on the door.

“Everything alright in there?” Jon asked.

“F-fine,” she answered. “I’ll be dressed in a minute.”

“Okay, take your time.” Jon leaned an arm against the door, the wood smooth under his palm. He would swear he could smell her scent; something light and floral and completely arousing. Sooner than he expected, the door flung open, and he literally fell into DeeDee. Having 130 pounds of man flung at her made DeeDee lose her balance and stagger backward, landing on the bed. Jon landed on top of her.

“Ooof!” she said, as Jon landed on her ribcage. All the air whooshed out of her lungs and Jon started to laugh.

“Sorry! Jesus, are you alright?” He rolled off her quickly and looked down into her face. It was a mask of surprise, excitement, embarrassment, and a little bit of lust.

DeeDee nodded, though tears were forming in her eyes. She still hadn’t caught her breath.

“Breathe, darlin’,” Jon said, smoothing the hair off her forehead.

She took a great gulp of breath and smiled. “Not exactly the way I imagined you making me breathless,” she said, as she sat up. “I’m fine. What the hell were you doing?”

“Uh,” Jon stammered. “Not sure. I got lost in your scent,” he said sheepishly. He raised a handful of her wet hair to his nose and inhaled. “This scent. It was in the hallway and…”

“It’s my shampoo,” DeeDee said inanely, wishing fervently she’d shut up. “The bathroom’s across the hall.”

Jon still had a hold of her hair, and was smelling it.

“Um, Jon?” DeeDee asked. He looked at her. “If we’re going to go out, I need to go dry my hair, which means you need to let it go.” She was flushed pink, and Jon chuckled.

“Sorry, baby,” he said, and reluctantly let her go. He stood and reached a hand out to her, to help her up. DeeDee took the proffered hand, and let Jon raise her unsteadily to her feet. She automatically smoothed out her dress and Jon’s eyes narrowed, wanting to smooth it out over her hips himself. “You look beautiful,” he said. She was wearing a short green dress, cut deep in the cleavage and flaring at her hips. It was flirty and fun. When she was sprawled under him on the bed, he could feel the dress was soft and yielding. When he rolled off her, he saw a flash of thigh above her stockings.

DeeDee blushed. “Thanks. It’s the dress.”

“Nope, it’s the woman.” He brought her knuckles to his mouth and kissed them gently. “Can I bring you a glass of wine while you finish your hair?”

“Sure,” she answered breathlessly. Jon kissed her hand again and left the room. DeeDee went across the hall to the bathroom. The normalcy of rubbing gel in her hands before smoothing it through her hair went a long way to settle her nerves. She turned on the dryer, and flipped her hair over to start drying the underside first. That’s how Jon found her a few minutes later – bent over at the waist, ass moving a little back and forth as she dried her hair. He set the two glasses of wine on the vanity top and knocked loudly on the door jamb.

“Wine’s here!” he shouted loudly, cupping his hands around his mouth.

DeeDee jumped and flipped her hair back, then turned around to grin at him. “Stop sneaking up on me,” she said. She took a fortifying sip of wine, closing her eyes as the sweetness of the grape slid over her palate, and set the glass down again. Picking up her brush, she continued drying and brushing out her hair. She could see Jon reflected in the mirror, and smiled. “You’re hovering. It’s making me nervous.” She screwed up her courage and added, “Either in or out.”

Jon smiled and came all the way into the bathroom, and sat on the edge of the tub. He watched her in the mirror, trying hard to ignore the tightening in his groin. DeeDee watched him watching her, and she dampened. Giving herself a mental shake, she finished with her hair, brushed it out, and tucked the sides behind her ears. Leaning in toward the mirror, she applied light makeup. A spritz of perfume, and she was done.

“Done,” she said, turning around. The look in Jon’s eyes made her heart stop.

“Just beautiful,” he said, standing. He took her hand and leaned in to kiss her cheek. “Shall we go?” he asked, his husky voice telling her he’d much rather stay in.

She needed more time, so she answered, “Yes let’s.”

Part Four

Jon led her outside and handed her down into a waiting car. He nodded to the driver, and climbed in after her. Settling next to her, he put an arm around her shoulders. “Is there anything you don’t like to eat?” DeeDee shook her head. “OK, then we’ll go to Serafina’s,” he said, naming an exclusive Italian restaurant on the other side of town. DeeDee just nodded and looked out the window. “What’s wrong?” he asked her.

“Not a damned thing,” DeeDee answered, turning back to look into Jon’s sly blue eyes. “I’m just sorta still stunned about this whole thing.”

Jon chuckled. “Me too,” he admitted. “It’s not every day I proposition someone in my office.”

“So why did you?”

“God’s honest truth?” DeeDee nodded. Jon continued, “When you put Sambora in his place, that was it. That was the moment I decided I had to get to know you better.” He chuckled. “I have never seen that man back down from anything. You had him turning tail so fast…it was just great.” He dropped a quick kiss on her lips.
“You were great.”

“So you had to take me out to get to know me?”

“Well, the only other way I know how to get to know a woman is to sleep with her.” DeeDee gasped, and Jon chuckled. “I decided that dinner was a much better, more gentlemanly thing to offer. Besides,” he said, leering at her and trailing a fingertip along her bare shoulder. “There’s always time for the other.”

DeeDee sputtered, and Jon laughed. “Don’t worry, darlin’,” he said. “I’m just teasing you. Nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen.” That elicited a strangled laugh from DeeDee. Once she started, she couldn’t stop. “What’s so funny?” Jon was puzzled.

“Nothing, just my warped sense of humor,” she answered, getting herself under control.

“Tell me,” he said.

She blushed and looked down at her hands clasped in her lap. “I was just thinking, ‘yeah, like there’s anything I don’t want to have happen’.” She looked up at him through her eyelashes, and saw his eyes darken.

Jon’s pulse kicked up a notch. Testing her theory, he leaned in to her, pulling her close. He nibbled on her ear, trailing his way to her mouth. She shifted on the seat to face him more, and opened her mouth to his probing tongue. Jon wrapped one hand around her hip and the other he pushed into her hair, and he dragged her closer still. DeeDee moaned, and grabbed his lapels, pulling him closer still. Her thumbs brushed against the warmth of his chest, and she dropped the lapels to push her hands inside.

She rubbed slow, lazy circles on his hard chest, finding and teasing his nipples. Jon hissed, and kissed his way over to DeeDee’s neck, and down toward her shoulder. He pulled at the strap of her dress, and exposed one gorgeous breast. He kissed his way toward the pebbled, straining peak. Taking her in his mouth, she groaned. Head thrown back, she was awash in sensation. The gentle pulling of his mouth on her nipple shot straight through to her pussy, making her wet.

The feel of the car slowing had them breaking reluctantly apart.

They had arrived at the restaurant.

Breathing hard, and not a little bit aroused, Jon slowly righted DeeDee’s dress. After a final lingering kiss, Jon knocked on the window. The driver came around to open their door. They exited the car, and arms linked, made their way into the trendy bistro.

Part Five

They ordered a bottle of wine and a sampler of appetizers. DeeDee didn’t think she’d be able to eat anything, for being so nervous, but once the food arrived, she was famished. Partway through the mozzarella fonduta, she relaxed and started to enjoy the conversation. She found they had lots in common, from favorite books and authors to movies and sports teams. They agreed to disagree on politics, but talked companionably about everything else.

The time passed quickly, and soon, DeeDee forgot she was out with ‘Jon Bon Jovi’ and settled in to dinner with ‘John’. They laughed and chatted, and all too soon, the wait staff started cleaning up around them. The maitre d’ apologetically brought over the bill. “Sorry, Mr. Bongiovi,” he said. “But we do need to close now.”

“That’s alright, Marco,” Jon said. “I apologize for keeping you so long.” He winked at DeeDee. “But can you blame me for wanting to stay in this enchanting creature’s company as long as humanly possible?”

Marco smiled. “No, sir, I surely can’t.”

Jon paid the bill and led DeeDee back out into the night. It had grown cool, and DeeDee shivered a little. “Chilly, darlin’?” he asked her.

“A little,” she answered. Jon shrugged off his jacket and slung it around her shoulders, keeping his arm across them. They walked to the car and the driver got out to open the door.

“Where to?” he asked Jon.

“We need to take the lady home,” he answered.

In the car, DeeDee was unsure if they would pick up where they left off earlier. She sat in her seat, hands folded in her lap, not sure what to do. Jon slid closer to her and put his arm around her again. She rested her head on his shoulder, and dropped a hand onto his thigh.

“I had a wonderful time tonight,” DeeDee said.

“It doesn’t have to be over,” Jon whispered, tracing circles on her shoulder.

DeeDee gulped. “What do you have in mind?” She was squirming in her panties just thinking of the possibilities.

“Well, I don’t think it’s any big secret I’m attracted to you, and I think you’re attracted to me,
Jon began. DeeDee smiled. Jon dropped a light kiss on the top of her head and continued. “I’d like very much to continue our conversation. Or our earlier activities. Or both.”

DeeDee looked up into Jon’s face, and reached up to stroke his cheek. “I’d like that very much,” she said softly.

“Which one?” Jon asked.

By way of answer, DeeDee slid a hand inside Jon’s shirt. She slid her fingers over the soft fur on his chest and up to his shoulder, enjoying the warm softness of his skin. Jon leaned forward to tap the glass twice, and he settled back into his seat. He slid the jacket from her shoulders, and pulled DeeDee onto his lap. She could feel his arousal pressed against her ass, and she wiggled against him a little.

Jon groaned and pulled DeeDee closer, pressing his mouth to hers. He slid his tongue between her lips and fucked her mouth. DeeDee mewed and threaded her fingers into his hair, groaning at the feel of it. Jon pulled on the straps of her dress, lowering the bodice to set her breasts free. She shifted to straddle his lap, and her skirt rode up to bunch at her hips. DeeDee unbuttoned Jon’s shirt and pressed her breasts against his chest.

DeeDee broke the kiss to look at him. Jon searched her face and pulled her in for another kiss. He pushed his hands into her hair, and she scooted forward in his lap so she could grind against his erection. Jon deepened the kiss, then grabbed DeeDee’s hips, encouraging her movements. She smiled against his lips and ground harder. The pressure of his arousal on her clit had her panting, and that coupled with the feel of Jon’s chest hair against her nipples; well, she was helpless to stop the orgasm from coming. She moaned into Jon’s mouth and shuddered in his arms. She stopped moving, and was a little embarrassed. She broke the kiss pulled back to cuddle against Jon’s chest.

“Sorry about that,” she said, sheepishly.

Jon tilted her face up so he could look into her eyes. “Don’t ever apologize for that,” he said. “Passion and lust are nothing to be ashamed of.” He kissed her mouth. “Now, why’d you stop?” He grinned at her, and pulled her in tight against his cock again, making their eyes go identical shades of midnight. DeeDee searched his face and pulled off his lap. With shaking fingers, she undid his pants. Jon smiled, and raised his hips to let her slide them down. DeeDee gasped at the size of him. He was purple-tipped and so hard she thought it must be painful. She leaned forward to kiss the tip of him, and he nearly died.

“Wallet,” he said, and DeeDee fished it out and handed it up to him. He started to take a condom from it when her mouth engulfed him and he groaned. His hands slammed into the seat on either side of his hips, and his head fell back against the seat. He gutted out, “You don’t have to…” but DeeDee sucked him hard, and the rest of the words dried up.

She let him go with a hard pull. “I want to,” she said. “It’s only fair since I already came.”

Her words had Jon moaning, and when she took him again, she eased forward until her nose was pressed up against him. She inhaled the heady aroma of musk and arousal, and found she was more than ready for round two. But, first things first. She reached a hand up to stroke Jon’s chest, and scratched her short nails across his pecs, making sure to tease the hard little nailheads she found there.

Jon groaned and shifted in the seat, pushing himself deeper into DeeDee’s mouth. She hummed with pleasure and Jon’s eyes rolled back in his head. He gave himself over completely to the sensations he was experiencing, and his whole body tensed. His vision went red and he grunted, “God, DeeDee….” and exploded in her throat. DeeDee moaned appreciatively, and sucked him dry. She kept it up, gentling her mouth, until Jon relaxed. He reached for her and pulled her up to his lap, sliding his hand into her panties.

“God, you’re so wet,” he said, and latched on to her neck.

DeeDee groaned and started to go limp in his arms. Jon was vigorously circling her clit with his finger, his hand a blur between her legs. She tensed and Jon captured her mouth as she screamed her release. He drove his first two fingers into her roughly, and she bucked in his lap. He pumped her furiously, making her cum again. Tears leaking from her eyes, DeeDee couldn’t see. She was one great mass of quivering sensation.

DeeDee grabbed Jon’s wrist. “No!” she breathed. “Please, I can’t take anymore.”

“Yes you can,” he murmured in her ear, as he wedged a third finger in.

DeeDee let out a surprised “Oh!” as she felt herself stretch to accommodate the third digit. She purred like a cat, and Jon shifted her so she was lying on the seat, never taking his hand from her. He scooted to the floor, and draped her legs over his shoulders. “What are you – OH JON!” she said as he blew on her heated core. He latched on to her clit as he pumped, the sucking motion keeping in time with his hand. When Jon felt her walls start to clench, he withdrew his hand, and licked her.

“Damn but you taste good,” Jon said smiling, and went back for more. He licked and lapped at her until she was almost begging him to stop. The sensations were so intense she could feel herself blacking out, and she didn’t want to miss a second. Jon took pity on her and stopped, though he smiled wickedly at her. Sheathing himself in the condom he retrieved from his wallet, Jon slid slowly into DeeDee, groaning at how tight she was.

“Damn, baby,” he said, and leaned down to suck her nipple into his mouth. DeeDee moaned loudly and Jon shushed her. “Baby, you can’t let George up there hear you,” he said.

“Then you’ve gotta kiss me,” she said passionately, “because I’m going to cum again…”

Jon didn’t need to be told twice. He slammed his mouth to hers, and swallowed her screams. Her clenching and rippling triggered his own orgasm, and he growled his release deep in his throat. Collapsing on her, he cradled her head and kissed her tenderly. He looked into DeeDee’s face, and saw her sly smile.

“What are you grinning at, woman?” he asked.

“Happy Birthday to me,” she said, and winked.

“Your birthday isn’t over yet,” he said and tapped on the glass again. “C’mon, get yourself fixed up, we’ll be back to your place soon.” He leered at her and kissed her again. “Next time, we’re going to do this in your bed.”

“N-n-next time?” she stammered.

“Oh hell yeah, I’m not done with you yet.”

~~ THE END ~~