011

As soon as the door knob clicked behind her,  Jon surrounded her with his strong arms and June sighed deeply into his neck, caressing the delicate, warm skin exactly underneath his earlobe with the sensitive tip of her nose. The simply wonderful smell of his skin was mixed with the subtle scent of the cologne and the fresh smell of the hair mousse. 

"I missed-" a soft, warm voice coming out from June’s throat was interrupted by her giggle when she felt Jon eagerly follow a trail of kisses starting from her ear down to her neck, ending on the tip of her shoulder, were he pressed his lips and sucked until June let out a small wince. "Ow, what did I tell ya? No hickies".  His warm breath burnt her skin as he purred, kissing his way up again over her shoulders and along her neck.

“Then you shouldn’t have worn this dress...you look so good in it, babe”. He took her hand in his and pressed it against his fly, allowing her to feel his hard erection through the fabric of his jeans, igniting her desire even more: all she could think about was feeling him inside her, taste him until she felt that his taste would never again disappear from her lips so she could take it with her wherever she went. June’s hand proceeded to travel to the hem of his T-shirt and lift it up in search for the waist of his jeans, while Jon’s hands did the same with the hem of her dress, in search of the silky skin of her inner thighs.

“Someone’s coming” June jumped and pulled Jon apart by pressing strongly with both hands splayed over his chest. “Jon!” she whispered a scream at the sight of his lack of reaction. And react he did, just a fraction of a second before John came storming through the door of the office and froze to the spot.

The scene he encountered looked fairly normal: Jon was facing the bookshelf apparently searching for a book and June was starting the computer on John’s desk. “Oh, I didn’t know you guys were here”.

Jon turned his neck to look over his shoulders and looked askance at John. “Yeah, I remembered I wanted to borrow this one”, he spoke with a husky voice and tapped with his index finger on the spine of “100 Years of Solitude”. “Found it!” he grinned and turned his head back to the bookshelf as he pulled the book out.

“I need to check my mails for my editor” added June with an exaggerated grave voice with the hopes that it would disguise her arousal.

“Um…OK”, the handsome young man continued his way into the office towards the wooden desk and took a pile of folders that lay on the left edge. “Just let me get this”.

“Hu-huh”, Jon and June answered in unison, each of them seemingly absorbed in their correspondent task.

“Dinner will be ready in a minute, you guys comin’?”

“Yeah”. Again the two responded simultaneously. “We’ll be right there”, added June absentmindedly.

As energetically as he had entered the room, June’s brother exited, leaving the door open. Jon and June looked at each other until they heard the steps disappear down the corridor.

As soon as they did, Jon immediately put the book back on the shelf and in a flash had locked the door and was returning to the desk, where June was already standing up against it.

“And now…where were we?” Jon managed to say in a throaty purr before June surrounded his neck with her arms and pulled him close to her for an eager kiss. As if resuming their natural position, Jon’s arms surrounded her waist and pulled her even closer to his body, pulling her up just enough to make her lift her heels an inch from the floor. June’s fingers slowly entered the mass of soft, thick hair to grasp the back of his head, softly scratching his scalp with her nails.

Jon splayed one of his hands on the middle of her back and with the other hooked June’s left knee to lift it up and pressed his hip forward, making her feel his erection against her crotch, making June moan softly inside his mouth. The sound triggered another rush of warm blood to travel through his veins and fuel his arousal. Without releasing her lips for a second, his hand made its way back up her thigh, his thumb pressing hard against her skin and leaving a faint reddish trail. Ignoring the dress’ hem, his hand continued its way up until it found what it had been looking for. Using his arm around her to pull her a few inches away from the table, Jon pulled June’s underwear down and as soon as he eased them down her thighs, he let them fall to the floor.

Jon parted the kiss and moaned deeply when June pulled him away just enough to make space for one of her hands to trespass the waist of his jeans and surround his rock hard shaft, in spite of the little space his jeans allowed for any other element that wasn’t his own humanity. “I need to be inside you” he whispered against her wet, plump lips.

“I need you to be inside me”, June replied in an equally thick voice as she used both her hands to unbutton and open his jeans, then pull them down enough to expose his cock, which was evidently more than ready for action. A moment later Jon pressed his body harder against her, and holding her back with his arm, he laid her back on the desk. June collaborated by lifting the hem of her dress, granting him free access while she lifted her thighs and surrounded his hips with her legs. Her back wasn’t completely rested on the desk’s surface when the head of his shaft was already pressing against her wet entrance. Both let out a soft whimper when he finally fully entered her; Jon’s face hovering over June’s so that they breathed each other’s breath. After lingering for a short moment, he withdrew himself almost completely, grasping her hips with both his hands, and sunk again, deeper this time, accompanying the movement with a deep, thorough kiss.

June’s hands were under his T-shirt. She sunk the tip of her fingers on the soft skin of his back while he softly but firmly pumped in and out of her, marking each charge by sinking his tongue deeper into her mouth. It had only been five days since they had last seen each other, but they were running against the clock so every moment was precious, and five days were too many moments lost of their allotted time together. They rejoiced in the sensation of having each other again, rediscovering the scent, the texture of the skin, how it felt to be this intimate again. After a while Jon broke the kiss and incorporated himself straight up to gain deeper access and be able to enjoy the view of the woman that was completely giving herself to him at that moment, making him experience a realm of pleasure he didn’t even think was possible. June’s hand took their place over his chest, one lifting the T-shirt over his now hairless chest, the other first scraping his ribcage, then the trimmed abs.

Jon looked at June’s face: her hooded eyes, the two thin strands of honey brown hair messily disposed over her cheek and forehead, how she lifted her chin up with every charge and parted her lips, moist and reddened by his kisses.

Her eyes. Her deep green, fiery eyes. Every time Jon looked at them it reminded him that even when he had resisted, there would ultimately not have been a chance for him but to surrender to them. June opened her eyes and looked into Jon’s almond-shaped eyes containing the sparkling blue iris she could never get tired of. A soft smile that was drawn on her lips caused a mirror reaction on Jon’s. Then his rhythm increased. Both of them new that it wouldn’t take long before their orgasms came, so seconds later and pausing for a moment, Jon took June’s arm and pulled her up so she sat on the edge of the desk and surrounded his neck with her arms while her legs still firmly grasped his waist. Clasping her butt-cheeks over her dress with both his hands, Jon repositioned June and resumed slow and soft movements, locking their lips again for another hungry but short kiss, then he spoke between kisses, tending to her neck and earlobe. “Jesus, baby…you feel…so…good”.

June replied with soft whimpers that echoed his movements, there weren’t words to express what she was feeling. What Jon’s body produced in her was something she had never experienced before, no matter how much good sex she’d had in her life, this was so much more, and their friendship had probably a lot to do with that. It wasn’t the time to find reasons or analyze things, she was too taken over by her sensual experience to be using her brain right now. Instead, she focused on the temperature of his skin, how his cock softly caressed and stretched her slick inner walls.

June was dizzy with pleasure, and completely lost track of time: if they stayed like that forever, then that would be OK with her. But her body became greedy and demanding. Her heart was racing with the force of wild horses, and after a few moments, she finally whispered against his ear: “I’m ready, Jon”. She pulled her head back again to look into his eyes. “Give it to me”, she said, closed her eyes and let her head fall back, exposing her neck to Jon. “Now, Jon”, she pleaded.

“Mmm, baby…you got it”, he groaned and felt a sting deep in his crotch that indicated it wouldn’t be too long for him, too, he needed the release, to cross to the other side when there was nothing more than pleasure. He pulled out one last time before sinking into her with all his might, first once, then two, and three. June’s left arm held a firm grip of his right upper arm, her right hand again clasping the back of his head while she kissed and sucked on his neck. Suddenly Jon felt June’s walls close tightly around his cock and knew that her orgasm was imminent, her breath burnt his skin, and he let his body go as well, loosing himself in the myriad of sensations his own orgasm produced. It made him so sensitive that every little one of her reactions maximized his own.

He sunk in deeply one last time and froze inside her, letting her walls milk him until he felt completely and utterly spent.

“Oh, god, Jon”, she whispered weakly when she felt the energy of life coming back to her. “I missed you so much”, she finally finished the sentence she had intended to say when they first entered the room. “I missed you too, beautiful”, he replied with a sigh and kissed her forehead, lingering for a moment to enjoy her scent. “This feels so good…”. I think I love you. He swallowed the rest of his sentence, given the circumstances, saying it could cause nothing but confusion and trouble.

“I know”, June sighed, too. So good, in fact, that giving in could cause nothing but a mess. And June totally felt like giving in, but she would keep that to herself.

They stayed locked in a tight embrace for a long minute, then they unwillingly pulled apart, Jon withdrawing himself slowly from inside her as they both let out a faint whimper of complain at having to be separated again.

010

On the street while June listened to Jon brief her on the latest movie he had seen and the recent offer he’d been made to appear in one for the first time, June fixed her eyes on what was Jon’s less taken care of aspect of his appearance: his leather boots. The round tip was scarred and scratched by use, all different marks that evidenced they’d been worn quite a few times, the leather had even subtly taken the shape of Jon’s toes. But over Jon’s voice and despite the street noises, June could hear her heartbeat. She asked herself when had been the last time she’d heard it beat like that. It had been lost in the background noise of the life she’d built, but now it was there on the foreground again.

Before she could further analyze her experience, she was captured by the left corner of his lips, how it curved slightly a little more than the right one, and how his smile extended from there to the rest of his mouth, showing his shiny, white, pearly upper row of teeth, how - even when he smiled at the widest - , his lower teeth barely ever showed.

At the moment the elevator doors closed June hadn’t still made up her mind about what was Jon’s issue. He sighed and kept quiet, then smiled warmly at her before pressing the button, and she replied with an equally warm one, but he’d already turned his face to the elevator’s control. There was definitely something wrong behind his cool facade, but even when they’d known each other for years, they weren’t close enough for her to feel like nosing around in his life if he wasn’t ready to talk about it. Besides, why should it be her he’d talk to? If he hadn’t looked for anybody else’s help, it was because he didn’t need it.

“It’s nice to see you again”, he finally said, just before the door opened on his apartment floor.

“What were the odds, huh?”, she answered, slightly waving her cup of coffee in the air.

They walked out and Jon swiftly led her to the door, then opened it for her. June walked in cautiously with Jon on her tug and came to a skidding halt after a few steps in, causing Jon in turn, to bump into her because of his impulse. In order to prevent both of them from falling he grabbed her arms just above the elbows and pinned them to her sides.

Jon looked over June’s shoulders and greeted the man sprawled on the sofa, one foot on the floor, one arm tucked behind his neck, the other holding a bottle of beer that was placed on top of his abdomen. Eric Clapton’s music played softly in the background.

“Rich”

“Kidd, June”

“Hi, Richie”, June replied once she recovered.

Jon motioned for June to walk towards the sofa and took a few steps in advance to greet his friend after he sat up and placed the bottle of beer on the glass table in the centre of the room.

As the two men hugged June could hear Richie saying something in Jon’s ear, but was unable to distinguish his words. Their exchange of affection tugged at a string of her heart, and if she had any doubt that there was something brewing, Richie’s presence at Jon’s apartment now confirmed it.

“Have ya eaten yet? We were ‘bout to do so”

“Yeah, had something at the airport, no prob, you guys go ahead I was about to doze…”, Richie yawned and stretched himself “…aggghh… off”, he grinned when he finished. “Jet lag’s a bitch”.

Richie dragged his bare feet on the floor as he walked in the direction of what apparently was the private area of the house. June knew exactly the nature of Jon and Richie’s relationship, so not one aspect of his behavior came as a surprise to her.

…

24 hours before, as Jon sat behind the wheel of his car, driving towards Manhattan, his jaw clenched, it wasn’t clear for him how things had gotten to that point. He wasn’t the slamming the door and walking away kind of guy, but somehow he’d managed to pull it off. Things hadn’t been well since before the baby was born, but they both secretly hoped that the arrival of their daughter would give them a fresh start. Far from it, it had made things worse, and when at first the little cracks were easily fixed, now the cracks were bigger, deeper and harder to fix. The sight of their marriage falling to pieces proved to be too harsh an image for both of them, testing their resolution and strength of will. They were a perfect match in that sense, but now they felt hopeless fighting against an enemy they weren’t prepared for, that only made things worse. Jon thought it was time to admit that they wouldn’t be able to fight it, that their falling apart was imminent, and he was ready to throw the towel in. 

Jon also tried to set the exact moment when he let his guard down, to no avail. He’d been so focused the recent couple of years, everything seemed to be working according to the plan and expectations. Now he was losing it, he scanned his brain over and over trying to identify his moment of frailty. He needed to be alone, calm down, think, work things out. He called Richie just to tell him that things weren’t right, but as usual, he was cryptic and Richie understood, and also as usual, he’d wait until Jon was ready to talk.

But Jon knew this time was different. On many levels. One of them being the fact that for the first time he’d married Dorothea, he’d been able to imagine himself with another woman. In his mind that woman had many faces, that only made the image that much more disturbing. Secondly, for the first time he felt that Dorothea just couldn’t stand him, and that she placed all the blame in him, when in any case, it was both of them who’d made mistakes. Finally, this time he’d faced the issue with his signature business approach and as positively as he could, but he’d failed miserably. 

Maybe the following day talking to Richie would clarify his thinking, whatever path of action he chose.

Little did he know how things would turn out the following evening. June was there, and the darkness suddenly didn’t feel that dark anymore.

It was past 11 p.m. when empty dishes, a half full cup of warm honey lemon tea and an almost empty bottle of wine lay on the table. During dinner and after covering the usual and general aspects of the recent months, June noticed that Jon was evasive on the subject of his marriage and parenthood. Whenever she asked, he’d answer, but it seemed to upset him, so the conversation finally arrived in a discussion about the economic perspectives of the year. Now it was June’s time to speak, but she was interrupted by the phone ringing. She stopped talking to allow Jon to pick up the phone, but he seemed reluctant to do it. He turned his head to look over his shoulders at the device, then turned his head back to the table and sipped the remnants of wine in his glass.

“I’m sorry, I need to take this”, he said apologetically.

“Sure, sure”.

He finally walked towards the little table and answered, while she silently indicated that she intended to use the toilet, and he indicated the way with a gesture of his hand. Now she was beginning to get an idea of what might be happening, but in her head it seemed impossible. Jon hadn’t commented about any problems with the band, either. As far as she knew they’d take the world by storm again any moment soon.

June lingered in the bathroom in order to allow some privacy for Jon, and emerged after a good 10 minutes. Jon was already picking up the dishes from the table.

“Sorry about that” he apologized again.

“Come on, it’s your house” June apologized herself “I should get going actually, I completely lost track of time” she said and started helping him with the dishes and glasses.

“You haven’t finished your tea, yet, missy” Jon tilted his head towards the cup with a mock patronizing look that couldn’t disguise a certain sadness in his eyes. “Sit”

“Alright, I’ll do it … if you do, too, there’s still some wine left in the bottle”. Behind his cocky attitude, she felt his sorrow, and there’s really very little you can actually do for someone going through a painful experience except to show them that you care. Even when Jon would keep his business private, she felt she needed to do something. As soon as he sat down, the words flowed straight from her heart through her mouth.

“Look, Jon…we met like, what? Five, six years ago? And probably met once or twice a year since then, right?” Jon nodded in agreement, a small pout on his lips. “I know it’s not enough, and we don’t know each other that much, but I can see something’s bothering you. I’m not going to ask and I’m not entitled to give you any advice neither do you have the obligation to take it”, she smile kindly tilting her head to one side, “…all I can say is that I hope it turns out for the best”. June stretched her arm across the table, covering Jon’s hand with her and giving it a tight squeeze before letting it go. 

That’s exactly what he needed to hear. Straight and simple, but as good as he was at expressing his feelings through words, there were moments like this when his craft failed him. He deeply felt her caring, but his answer remained cryptic. “You’re your brother’s sister, no doubt about it”. The two shared a gaze for a few moments, until June finally spoke before downing what was left of her tea.

“I really need to go…”. She stood up as she spoke, and motioned to help pick the rest of the things up, but Jon stopped her, standing up himself.

“It’s gonna be a long night, I’d better have homework to do”, he chuckled in spite of himself. It was gonna be a long night, indeed.

“Alright”, June shrugged and moved towards the door to get her coat. Jon followed her placing his hand over her shoulder, only removing it when she turned to put on her coat.

“Thanks for the lovely company June”, he hugged her and spoke against her hair, “we should do this again sometime, whenever you feel ready for me boring you to death with my speech”

“Sure, but I’m sure it’s not as boring as mine”, she grinned after pulling apart.

“Wanna bet?”, he chuckled, “I can usually feel how bored people are by my nonsense”

“Oh, do you?”, she replied challenging, raising her eyebrows, “your sensitivity was off today then”. She finished biting her tongue, immediately followed by Jon’s throaty laughter.

“Busted”, he admitted with mock defeat.

By the time Jon rested his head on the pillow late that night, he felt positive, his spirits and his perspective were already changing. The following day when he poured his thoughts to Richie they were already clear, he knew exactly what he had to do. That afternoon, they both drove back to Jon’s house in New Jersey, and after dinner, when Jon entered his bedroom and saw his wife on the bed with the baby, he simply knew he was going to be able to fix it.

He took off his jeans and crawled into bed before surrounding the two most important people in his life with his arms. “I’m gonna make this work, baby. We are gonna make this work”.