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Those following two days passed in a slow agony, even when June was busy with paperwork and travel arrangements, as well as establishing the first investors and contacts she would meet once she arrived in Asia. This time she would not only be writing, but she would also be responsible for other author’s work and their eventual success, acquiring the copyright for translation, publishing and marketing of Asian authors in the English-speaking market. Therefore, she felt personally responsible and deeply committed, and wanted every minute detail to be tended to.

But on the other hand, in the back of her mind, she knew that she and Jon were riding a counter-clock race, that’s why as soon as her afternoon appointments were over, she dialed Jon’s number. It was busy. June bit her lower lip and tapped three times on the steering wheel of her car. Since she’d left his apartment some 40 hours before, she had tried to keep her thoughts at bay, including the urging need that had assaulted her the night before and almost got her driving to Jon’s apartment in the middle of the night. She was able to remind herself that she had to get some sleep or she would never be able to function with all the lucidity her extended to-do list for the following days required. But now that she’d successfully completed it, a warm flow started buzzing through her veins when she let thoughts about Jon’s touch finally run free in her mind. Just the anticipation of Jon touching her had her squirming. Considering their previous encounter, she wondered how much more pleasure she would be able to stand.

Little did she know that Jon had also spent the night balancing between hoping for a surprise visit from June and driving towards her house himself, but he had decided against his personal desires in favor of her responsibilities, that he knew she gave a great deal of importance to. In the end, neither June nor sleep visited him.

At a certain point during a meeting with the record company’s executives early in the afternoon, while he was handling a bundle of papers, he found himself thinking about the sound the clothes made as they slid down the skin of Ms. June Cohen, the sister of his long-time friend. He’d spent the rest of the afternoon conjuring up images of June, drawing her naked skin under his hands and wanting to taste her sweet breathe, retrace the kisses he’d left on her skin and kiss his way down the almost invisible row of fuzz under her navel.

June started driving towards Jon’s apartment nonetheless, and her phone rang as she was parking her car. It wasn’t the phone call she was expecting, though.

"Wins, I’m so sorry, I’ve been so busy these days. When are you leaving?...Shit, I already made plans for tonight and tomorrow noon and I can’t " - she didn’t want to – "brake them…Uh-huh…Well, yeah, I’d like to see you too before you leave, but I’m having lunch at home with the gir-…Sure…I don’t see a problem with that ", June sighed to release the tension the phone call was producing. "See ya tomorrow, then…Bye". Having Winston drop in on the chick lunch wasn’t the best option she could imagine, but at this point of the day she took any solution she was offered as long as it looked harmless and didn’t entirely compromise her previous plans.

She redialed Jon’s number, and this time the line was free. He answered at once. Again, no need for formalities.

"I’ll be there in 10 minutes"
"The door’s unlocked"

June smirked sideways and hung up.

Ten minutes plus later, she was walking through Jon’s apartment’s door. She didn’t find him in the living room or in the mixing room. When she was approaching the office she could hear an unrecognizable melody and decided to follow it. It was obviously coming from the bedroom and when she entered she could recognize Elvis Presley’s voice, seconded by another unmistakable one, coming from the bathroom. June toed off her flats and, stifling a smile, pushed the bathroom door open, then stood leaning against the frame with one hand on her hip. She couldn’t stop herself from letting out a throaty chortle at the image in front of her. It wasn’t the fact that Jon was sitting in a foamy  bathtub surrounded by candles (which was funny in itself and would earn him the never ending jokes from his bandmates, should they ever heard of this), but it was the expression on his face as he emulated The King’s croon, his lips curled in a sultry pout.

I got a dirty, dirty feeling,
Dirty feeling’s goin’ on
You know I almost hit the ceilin’
When I woke up and you were gone.

June smiled gently and shook her head while Jon’s pout slowly gave way to a wide smile. He continued singing as June approached him.

I took you in when you were hungry
And now you’re cuttin’ out on me
I’m gonna help you little darlin’
That ain’t the way it’s gonna be

"I hope your fingers didn’t get all pruney while you waited for me", June said before walking up the step that led to the bathtub and bending over to plant a kiss on the lips Jon was offering. He removed his hand from under the water and placed it behind June’s knee, then let it run up under her flowered skirt until his fingers touched the bottom of her butt cheek.

"Whadda ya think?", he asked and looked up with mischievous eyes. A drop of warm water running down her leg made June tickle, but she tried to keep a straight face.

"Not pruney enough", she raised her eyebrows and moved towards the end of the bathtub against which Jon’s back was resting, then sat on the marble frame that surrounded the rectangular bathtub, pulling the hem of her skirt up just enough to let each leg rest over one of Jon’s shoulders. He responded by wrapping his fingers around her calves. They remained silent for a few minutes, synchronizing their energies until June could leave the activities of that day behind.

June hadn’t realized how tired she was until she let the atmosphere comfort her senses. The fresh soapy smell, the dim lights of the candles, the warm water coming from the jets in the bathtub massaging her tired muscles and most of all, Jon’s presence. She took a deep breath and threw her head back, and, feeling her relax, Jon placed a soft kiss on her right knee, then started to gently massage her feet.

"Oh, that feels so good", June said, unintentionally moaning and causing Jon’s blood to stir in his veins. The thought of finally seeing her undressed again starting to make him hard. In his head he was nailing her to the floor, panting and sweating, but he reminded his dick that what was important at the moment was to give her pleasure.

And indeed, it was only a matter of seconds before the whole sensual stimulation and relaxation finally started to work its way around June’s body. Jon pressed another kiss on her knee and June felt the tip of his wet tongue as it savored her skin, her sensitivity had obviously increased. She raked one of her hands through his damp hair, scraping his skull.  

Within a few minutes, June felt absolutely relaxed and closed her eyes, then immediately felt Jon move inside the bathtub, but was too lazy to even pull her head up. Jon took a moment to observe her. One of the silky straps of her light blue top had slid off her shoulder, making one side fall over and expose the upper part of her nipple. Jon swallowed hard as June kept swinging her legs softly in the water, her mind apparently absent.

His heart pounded in his chest as he moved forward and kneeled between her parted knees, facing her. When she felt Jon’s hand running up her thighs June finally found the will to look up and meet his eyes. Jon looked up and saw her lovely face studying his. She looked happy and sweet.

"And now…AND now…what should I do with you?", he purred and smirked playfully, but his confidence told June that he knew precisely what he was going to do. She lifted her eyebrows and looked at him challengingly in response.

Jon’s right hand continued their way up until they found the band of her panties. The thumb slid underneath the band while the rest of his fingers held a d firm grip of June’s upper thigh. June’s eyes dropped down and followed each drop as it tripped down his chiseled chest, her pupils widening involuntarily in an attempt to catch as much of the sight as possible. June licked her upper lip and threw her head back, holding herself up with her arms on her sides. She felt wet and ready to be possessed by him right there and then, and another flow of anticipating warmness filled her when Jon took his place in between her legs.

With his left hand behind June’s head, Jon pulled it up and planted a deep, passionate kiss on her mouth. He felt her tongue slip through her parted lips and seek out his. Jon’s cock was twitching, both from the feel of their tongues and the thought of what he was about to do. His thumb started to gently press against her clit. Their lips pulled apart wetly and June let out a single drawn moan while Jon’s lips moved to her neck, then her shoulder, pushing the remaining strap aside and causing that side of the top to fall over, too, now completely exposing the upper half of her chest.

The strong, pointy feel of his tongue on her skin was perfection, and his late-day whiskers felt painfully good. June surrendered, ravished and unaware of anything but Jon’s sensual touch.

"OOOhhh…don’t stop that", she moaned and Jon smiled against her skin before his lips reached lower to catch one of her nipples in his mouth as his thumb continued its ministrations, drawing firm circles around her clit. Jon reached out with one hand and stroked June’s cheek. It was delightfully silky and he cooed in appreciation, then ran his fingers through her equally silky hair. It felt just heavenly and intensely sensual, and Jon felt pride at what he was doing for her.

"Does it feel good?", he cooed.
"Yeah…"
"What?", he teased.
"Fuck, yes!"

June kept moaning and moving her hips against Jon’s thumb. The pent up sexual energy he’d been generating all day and feeling her wetness made his cock become even more tense and throb painfully.

"Just…relax baby", he said with a more serious and concerned tone but with a voice fogged by desire as he rhythmically pressed on and around her swollen clit. His other hand now held a firm grip of her waist.

Then all of a sudden, with a really good, deep, moany groan, June came. Her orgasm came screaming out of nowhere. One of her hands grabbed the back of Jon’s head as she lost control, but he continued his ministrations, careful to keep up the stimulation in order to prolong her peak.  

He lifted his face up and looked at her face: her eyes were closed, but the expression was unmistakable. He wanted to fuck her so badly he groaned deeply in order to regain self-control and reduced the pressure of his thumb until her muscles relaxed again and she opened her eyes, looking into his.

"Fuck, I loved that", she purred.
"And I’m not even gettin’ started, beautiful ", he replied (or rather warned) and grabbing her waist with both his hands he lifted her up until she was standing inside the bathtub. He first slid his hands up again along her thighs until his index fingers hooked the band of her panties, and pulled them down until June could walk out of them. He tossed them to a side. Then he pulled the skirt down her legs and finally stood up and pulled her top up over her head.

She took a step forward and pressed her body against his, her arms sliding around his neck, and started to kiss him, passionately, as a promise of what was to come later that night. But he stopped and instead said:

"God…I want to fuck you…so hard", as he covered June’s lips with wet smooches.
"Then shut up and do it", she breathed with a sexy voice against his ear and nibbled his earlobe, then covered his lips with hers as she wrapped her fingers around his full erection. Her legs were still somewhat wobbly after her orgasm, but the feeling was dulled by a renewed state of arousal.
"Mmmbf…", Jon’s exclamation was muffled by the kiss, but in a second attempt he managed to pull apart and speak. "Stop that or you’re going to make a mess…And I have more in store for you, so be a good girl and behave". His tone was deliciously sensual.

He took her hand and led her out of the bathtub and on to the white leather chaise-longue that was placed against the back wall of the spacious bathroom. Jon removed the bathrobe than he’d tossed on it when he’d first entered the bathroom and threw it onto the floor. June laid down and instinctively spread her legs. When Jon was about to take his place on the chaise-longue, June reminded him.

"Wait. Remember to-"
"No need for that yet", he interrupted her with a naughty smirk and that’s when she realized what he was about to do.

It always took time and the development of a certain amount of intimacy in a relationship for June to feel ready for oral sex, to open up completely in order to experience it fully. And that wasn’t a level she’d reached more than a couple of times in before. Jon already knew that, but if she knew anything about Jon, it was that it only took one “No” to let Jon prove to whomever he needed to prove it to, that he was the one that had a greater power of conviction. She had fallen in his trap, and she was in such a daze that it didn’t even occur to her to even try to stop him. The moment just felt right.

For Jon, it felt familiar and strange at the same time, he’d seen that body numerous times, but had never had it like this.

June took a deep breath and relaxed back on the warm fabric of the chaise-longue. She jumped a little when Jon’s tongue made contact with her lips, but then she closed her eyes and surrendered herself as Jon continued to move his tongue lower, between her slippery lips and towards her opening. She was wet, really wet. Jon sucked softly and swallowed, then pressed his tongue into her slit, parting her lips fully so his tongue could push into her hole. Her smell and her taste were overwhelming, and the thought of exploring this new territory he was discovering, made him forget the eager pulsing of his cock. He slid his hands beneath her ass, tilting her pelvis up slightly and continued to move his tongue against her most intimate parts.

Something in the back of June’s mind wished she knew exactly what Jon was doing, but she was too busy moaning and shuddering, and basically, she just didn’t care.

June peaked gradually and each step of the transition let Jon know that she was closer and closer to another orgasm. June’s moans were clouded with an orgasmic haze, and her legs and muscles became tenser with each skillful stroke of Jon’s tongue. He stopped for a brief moment.

"Ya having fun? ", he spoke against her cleft, knowingly of the effect his hot breath would have on June.
"This is so nice", she breathed. One of her hands held a firm grip of the edge of the chaise-longue, and the other flew to the back of Jon’s head, holding it in place, her fingers entangled with the thick strands of his hair. Jon’s lips took turns with his tongue, one kissing, the other licking and teasing, covering every wet spot. Some moments afterwards, her hips started humping against Jon’s face. It didn’t take much longer until she screamed and arched her back, lifting herself on her elbows. She had one…then two…then three orgasms in a row.

Jon didn't let up until June finished squirming, and kept drinking form her, determined to give her a memorable experience. Her arms eventually gave out and she fell on her back, clouded, dreamy sounds coming from her lips. Then she gently pulled his head apart.

"Stop…I can’t…", she said with trembling voice.  

He was so taken by the experience that it was only then that Jon was well aware that after a certain amount of stimulation, the most sensitive parts might start to hurt, so in order to avoid causing her any more pain that she was willing to take, he conceded. He sat on his heels and observed June’s body as her breathing became normal again.

"Are you OK?", he asked with a hint of concern when he saw the slight grimace of pain in June’s face and, after placing his palm on her stomach, let it ran up until it rested on the valley between her breasts. She nodded silently, becoming aware again of Elvis’ voice filling the air. It sounded so much sexier now.

Then Jon was suddenly hit by that feeling. The almost unbearable pain in his crotch, his unattended cock painfully tight and throbbing. The tenseness, the pounding in his chest. "Baby…", he whispered in his deep desirous voice, filled with lust and imagination as he started fondling one of her breasts. She opened her eyes and saw that face she knew so well, and the urgent need in his expression that resonated inside of her. She wanted him to experience as much pleasure as she had, which wouldn’t be an easy task considering the undiscovered heights she had reached only a few minutes before. She started to incorporate herself but Jon’s movements were quicker, and in a matter of seconds he had her face down, bent over the bathroom counter, with his dick pressing against her entrance.

"Fuck", he said without being able to hide his frustration when he remembered he still had to reach for the condom. "Don’t move"
"No", June said firmly, "Do it. Fuck me. Now". With determination, she grabbed his shaft and aimed it towards her slit and then lowered it to allow Jon to penetrate her. She was as wet as he was hard, so Jon was able to sink fully into her, filling her with his length. He gasped at the delicious feeling of her wetness and warmth. His legs were tense and so were his lips, evidencing the effort he was making not to come in the first couple of thrusts. He reached under her to hold her by her breasts as he thrusted and grunted.

He knew it was a long shot, but he wanted her to come again, and the very thought of it took him to the very brink. Then he felt his dick pulse harder and the unstoppable warm feeling that was building up inside his core. Jon started to thrust more vigorously and June was so worked up that her wetness started flowing out and running down her legs. Jon cried out when the pleasure escalated to hardly describable levels.

"Now", June ordered with a groan.

That did it. Jon came at her word and his knees buckled. Knowing and feeling that June was coming at the same time made him come surprisingly hard. It wasn’t an unfamiliar situation, but this time it somehow felt indescribably erotic. For both of them. When he finished spurting, he just held himself as deeply inside her as he could.

He finally took a deep breath and spoke with a deep but weakened voice.

"Damn that was good"

He moved out of her and she incorporated herself up, turning around to face Jon and leaning back against the counter, since she wasn’t still sure her legs were strong enough to keep her up. Jon leaned against her and took her head in his hands, then kissed her, pressing her tongue against hers. She could taste herself on his lips, but under the shadow of the pleasure those lips had given her, she didn’t mind. When their lips parted, they both opened their eyes and smiled thoughtfully at each other.

"I still can’t believe we’re doing this", June said not with actual disbelief, but with amusement in her voice.
"This is so right", Jon replied, touching her cheek with the tip of his fingers.

They kissed again and re-entered the bathtub and shared a long and relaxed conversation. They both had a lot in common, maybe even too much. Books, music and their friends. Jon told June stories about the band and the tours (only the ones that was reasonable to tell to the woman you take to your bed) and she told him stories about her life and John’s back in Kalamazoo. Through each other’s words, they were able to discover other aspects of the other’s life, the ones that the press didn’t (and would never) know, what Jon liked to call the “unofficial story”.

It seemed much easier to talk about the past rather than the future.

When they decided that their fingers were pruney enough, they walked back to the bed together.



1 comment:

jovikitn65 said...

Hot damn I want to share a bath like that with Jon.
I love how Jon and June are exploring not just their bodies, but their feelings as well.