027

Just over forty minutes later, June dropped herself back on the old, dark green velvet sofa and took a look around. Geez. In agreement with her thought, a gust of wind entered through the broken window, blowing straight on to her ash-covered hair, transporting Jon’s serious and deep voice from the outside. June heard him say goodbye to the firemen a minute before hearing a truck’s engine start and quickly fade away.

A couple of moments later he made his triumphal appearance through the front door and June turned her eyes to him without moving her head. God, he was one rewarding vision to see coming through your door, all tousled hair, strands spiking up in all directions. The gray T-shirt hung slightly loose over his trim frame, tightening only around his biceps and chest.

“Bad news, babe, there’s nothing they can do about the electricity until first thing in the morning”

“That’s what I thought…”, she sighed with resignation. “But then…why are you smirking?...Isn’t the loss of all your powers supposed to be a matter of concern?”, she teased.

“Well…we ain’t got much of a choice. We're gonna have to get to know each other a lot better over the next few hours”. Jon tried to keep a straight face as he moved slowly towards June, but was grinning by the time he approached the sofa, bent over and placed his hands on the back of the sofa on either side of June’s head.

“I think I get the idea”, she smirked sideways and looked up at him, sheepishly. She was caged by his body, but far from feeling trapped, she felt safe.

“It could be fun”, he added persuasively as he raised one eyebrow, before leaning down to place a wet smooch on her lips. After he parted the kiss, his lips curved into a hopeful pout when he saw that her slightly worried expression had turned to a more relaxed one.  

“Regarded it doesn’t involve playing with fire…”, June chortled, her effort to joke about the recent episode noticeable in her tone.

“I’ll be gentle then”, Jon’s grin lit his face up again, “I convinced the firemen that you were safe with me”, he purred seductively and brushed his nose against hers.

“God bless ignorance”, June smiled, rolling her eyes challengingly, then hooked the collar of his T-shirt with her index finger and pulled it down until she could graze her lips against Jon’s. “You smell like smoke”, she whispered.

“You too…”, he inhaled deeply, “...yummy”

“Thank you”, she said sincerely, pressing her forehead against his and making it clear that she didn’t mean to thank him for the compliment.

“Well…it’s not every day that I get the chance to help a beautiful damsel in distress”, Jon said straightening his back before dropping himself on the sofa next to her. Propping his elbow on the back of the sofa and cupping his head with his hand, he replied with equal sincerity. “My pleasure”, he grinned and tapped the tip of her nose with his index finger, but she snapped her head towards the kitchen when Jon’s beeper, that lay on the dining table, emitted its characteristic sound.

“I need a shower….”, June let her right hand drop on Jon’s left thigh and squeezed it before jumping up from the sofa.

“Sure you don’t need help?”, Jon flashed his copyright faux-pout.

“…and you need to make some calls, I reckon”, June added matter-of-factly, tilting her head towards the device.

“That’ll probably take a while”, Jon sighed warily.

“Then take your time”, she shrugged. “I’ll fix dinner as soon as I’m clean”

“Dirty is fine, too, you know”, he couldn’t help but add with a hint of sleaziness, but June limited her actions to chortle softly and walk away. If she humored him it could go on forever, and she desperately needed that shower.

It wasn’t just the smoke and the ashes that June wanted to wash off, but also the tension she had built up since the moment she’d seen the smoke coming from the cabin. All the years and memories she’d lived in that house had flashed in front of her eyes as she approached the ball of fire that separated her and Jon from the front door. Shit. Shit. SHIT. On the back of her mind, the idea of telling Jon to drive away before the firemen arrived had suddenly seemed reasonable. Like he would actually do it. As her thoughts chaotically paraded in her mind, her body had started making its own decisions.

“June! Stop!”，Jon had grabbed her by the arm and jerked her back. She’d focused so much on the fire that she hadn’t realized she was walking straight towards the broken electricity line that was still squirting bright, yellowish-white sparks.

“We have to stop it! Jon!”, she’d shouted, struggling to release herself from his tight embrace. God no God no God no, she had repeated like a mantra, her eyes wide open and brimming with tears as she tried to make sense of what was happening. She’d gasped sharply when the window glasses broke due to the extreme heat, and from then it had all started to happen in slow-motion.

The sounds had disappeared, and in what had seemed like a fraction of a second or a whole eternity, Jon was on the other side of the wall of fire, spraying extinguishing liquid over the flames around the window. How did he get a fire extinguisher? Another eternity later, Steven was slapping the flames with a blanket, while Rufus barked and ran back and forth, then in circles, in despair and fear. June had remained immovable, isolated inside her mind, drowned by her state of numbness. The warmness of the flames had reminded her of the many times she’d sat by the fireplace, meditating, letting the stories and characters take form inside her head.

“No!”, she’d shouted once again, this time as a sort of wake up call, willing herself to move, to do something for the unbearable scene in front of her. She had to make it stop somehow.

She´d spotted a bucket full of pebbles under the tap on the side of the cabin and stomped towards it, emptying it and opening the tap. But the water came out desperately slowly, so she’d sunk it on the soft ground and started throwing the soil onto the flames.

At a certain point, Jon’s extinguisher had become empty, so he’d taken off his jacket and started slapping the flames with it. In the midst of the frenzy, June hadn’t even heard the sirens of the firefighters’ truck and had only reacted when she felt the fresh water that came out of the hose, at the same time as two strong arms - Jon’s or one of the firemen’s, it didn’t matter -, had surrounded her and taken her away from the dying flames.

In a matter of minutes, the fire had been controlled, but not entirely convinced, June had kept struggling to help fight it.

“They got it, they got it…June”, Jon had reassured while he grabbed her shoulders and motioned for both of them to leave room for the firefighters to finish the job. Seconds later, she’d started trembling both from the shock and the cold water. Jon had tried to cover her with his jacket, but what was left in his hands was nothing but a handful of partially carbonized rags.

They had both watched impatiently, silently as the smoke receded and they tried to assess the damage.

“The storm must have weakened that branch”, Steven, who had been standing behind them for a few minutes now, had extended his hand and pointed at the branch that had fallen partly on the deck of the veranda, taking the electricity line down with it. “These lines are really old and are easily broken…the sparks must have done the rest”

“But it was all wet…the rain…yesterday...”, June frowned, unable to take her reddened eyes from the burnt area.

“Yeah, but not the wood on the floor of the veranda, or the wicker armchair, or the cushions, or the straw blinds…”, Steven could have easily named twenty more items that could have had the fire started, but he decided maybe it wasn’t that necessary in the end. “It was just unfortunate, June, but thankfully we were around to stop in on time”. He’d walked around them until he was facing them and had turned to Jon. “Great job Mr Bon...Jon”, and Jon had shaken Steven’s sooty hands, that were no different from his at that moment. “If you ever decide to quit the music business…”, Steven hadn’t been able to keep the comment to himself, since he felt that they had, in some way, bonded, “…you’re welcome to join us”

The innocent comment had made June chuckle and sigh in appreciation of Steven’s lighter mood.

“Thank you Steven”, June’s voice was barely audible, and Jon had felt her shudder again in his arms.

“Is it safe to go back inside?”, Jon had asked with a grimace of concern to one of the two firemen that was rolling up the hose.

“Yeah, sure…the damage was mainly exterior, just watch out for the broken glasses and the wooden floor of the veranda, some boards might give in when you step on them”

“I see, thank you…”, he’d said as he extended his hand to the fireman.

“…Henry”, Henry had finished Jon’s sentence and offered his hand.

“Thank you, Henry”, Jon had repeated before giving the short man’s hand a firm shake. “I’ll be right back”

Under the shower, June briefly wondered if Jon had reminded to ask the firemen for some discretion about his presence. She would also have to inform John and her parents of what had happened, and she wouldn’t be able to leave before everything was back in place and repaired, which could take a few days…She felt her tension build up again, but she decided she didn’t need that now. She just wanted to cry.

She loved that place, she really did. And now that she had thought about the possibility of losing it, she’d realized how much she was going to miss it, even if it was just a couple of flights away. Maybe three…plus the drive…No attachment, she reminded to herself, mostly out of habit, but right then she didn’t feel strong enough. The stress of moving to another country, the paperwork involved, a new book and new responsibilities suddenly overwhelmed her. And there was of course, Jon, and what he’d said to her that afternoon. She contained her sobs as the tears ran down her face.

“You alright?”

Jon’s voice startled her, but through the shower curtain she could tell he hadn’t entered the bathroom, but rather seemed to have opened the door just enough to make himself heard.  

“Yeah…yeah”, she said after sighing heavily and sniffing, “I’ll be out in a minute”

“If you need anything give me a shout out alright?”, Jon’s voice was stained with concern, and he left the door partly opened.

June wrapped herself in the towel and padded to her bedroom across the corridor from the bathroom. She hadn’t even unloaded her suitcase from the car, but she always kept clothes in the cabin so as to avoid the constant carrying back and forth of things. John had once referred to them as “the cabin outfits”, and the name had stuck. She picked a white cotton, spaghetti strap nightdress from one of the drawers, then put on light blue underpanties. A bra didn’t fit with her idea of comfortable clothing. Feeling ridiculously prudent but also because the temperature had dropped, she decided to put on a short, apple green thin cotton robe and knotted the belt tightly around her hips.

As she hastily blew-dried her hair, she heard Jon’s voice coming from the front of the house through the corridor. Sometimes it came from the kitchen, and sometimes he seemed to be standing on the outside. At moments his tone was strong, firm and dismissive, but at others it was soft, calm and sweet. Then he burst out in laughter and June smirked. She knew who it was that made Jon laugh that way and remembered that Richie’s wife was about to give birth any minute now, and she hadn’t even been polite enough to send a personal salute.

When she was finished, June looked out the window: the afternoon was disappearing leaving behind nothing but a dense, purple tint that seemed to fill every gap between the surrounding trees and a charcoal-scented breeze. She walked towards the kitchen, filled with determination to prepare dinner. Even though she still felt she had swallowed a brick, she had a visitor to tend to.

The said visitor had his back to the window, was barefoot and held the phone bending his arm in a way that caused his bicep to flex enticingly, his body still glistening with sweat. Soon after, as if he had intuited her presence, he turned and gave her a thorough scan. The visual stimulation made his cock throb: the beauty of June’s face was almost painful, and she seemed to have the hint of a smile on her lips. He stared at her with eyes wide open, fearing that if he blinked, the mirage would disappear.

She couldn’t help but look into the seductive, half-mast eyes that stared at her in a lower-lidded manner, while he continued talking about…Al Gore? As in Al Gore the vice-president? How he was able to do such disparate things at the same time was still a mystery to June, since she herself was rather one-track minded. Jon had more than once mentioned his interest in politics, but he’d never mentioned he was that interested. Anyway, it sounded important, and June decided to give him some space by strolling toward the other end of the kitchen, so she erased the question mark that hung two inches over her head and Jon turned to the window once again.

As she took the ingredients from the paper bags, June couldn’t help but take a quick glance at his fabulously shaped butt every now and then, feeling her muscles stir with wanting, but she shook it off: once the need for him to fuck her until she forgot the rest of the world even existed finally took over her mind, she’d find it hard to concentrate on the task at hand. The inability to see any further added some momentary focus to her mind, and she reached on top of the kitchen cabinet for a round, deep olive green bottle of wine that was covered in candle wax and that was usually turned into candleholder by means of sticking a candle in the bottlenose.

Holding the bottle with one hand, she bent slightly over and used her idle one to hold the back of the chair as she stepped down. A sharp gasp escaped her lips when she felt Jon’s hand press firmly first and then and slide along her leg all the way from her ankle to her upper thigh until she finally stepped on the floor. After she finished placing both her feet on the ground, Jon swatted her ass and continued his conversation carelessly, then grabbed the chair and sat astride on it, following June’s every move as he talked.

“Yes, of course I’m aware of the program…”, Jon proceeded with his neutral, “media” accent, but June noticed a tint of wariness in his voice. “That sounds good...of course…”. June took a candle from one of the drawers and started to probe around the kitchen counter for something to light the candle with. Not a moment had passed before she saw the flame Jon had produced with his lighter. She lit the candle and a bubble of warm, amber light stained the white surfaces of the room. June proceeded to wash the vegetables, thinking about how awfully exciting the fact that everything they were supposed to be hiding from seemed miles away was. Knowing Jon was watching, knowing it was turning him on, only added eroticism to the whole task. “Please keep me informed Danny…of course I’m interested, thank you…”, he said with raspy voice and rushed a couple of goodbyes before finally hanging up. He dropped the phone loudly on the table and crossed his arms on the back of the chair.

The look he gave June made her weak on the knees, the same automatic response she had every time she looked into his dancing eyes, the same she had whenever she was anywhere near him. Jon, however, limited himself to remain seated, silent, gaping.

All of a sudden he stood up and pulled the chair roughly to a side, then walked towards her. June could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and she shuddered in anticipation.

“How do you always manage to look so breathtaking?”, he whispered against her ear as he circled her waist with his hands and moved for her to turn around and face him.

“How do you manage to stay horny in all situations?”

A delicious smirk curled his lips, and he splayed his left hand on the small of her back while with his right thumb he traced the line of her jaw from the base of her ear to her chin, lifting it slightly up.

“You are incredibly beautiful, you know that?”

“I only know that I like it when you say it”, she replied, her voice full of longing. God, his embrace felt like a haven, so warm and firm that she surrendered to him. Their lips met in a deep, simmering kiss that lasted for a long minute. After they parted the kiss, they hugged tightly for a few more moments, until June let out a deep sigh of relief, taking in Jon’s smoky, earthy smell, with a touch of lake air and his basic masculine scent.

“You must be hungry”, she said, worriedly.

“I could eat you…”, Jon’s his voice was almost a groan when his teeth clamped June’s delicate jaw, then moved on to kiss every inch of her neck, lingering on the beauty spot of her collarbone. “…but I need to shower first...”, he said against her skin while he slid his hand under the robe and uncovered her shoulder to place a warm, wet kiss on it. All of June’s thoughts disappeared and she voiced her request for more with a soft, long moan. Her sweet way of moaning made Jon so hot of desire for her he could barely control himself. That, and the fact that she grazed his lips with hers, teasing and nibbing while she grabbed his hips and pulled him close to her until she could feel how the bulge in his jeans grew larger and harder. He chortled softly when he saw in her expression that she was as anxious as he was.

She bit her lower lip and gave him a demure smile.

“Do you want me to stop?”, she asked, emphasizing her point by sliding her hand under the waist of his jeans until she felt the smooth, warm skin of his erect shaft. She could be so sweet and so wild at the same time. He grunted in appreciation. Nothing could or would stop him now.

“Oh, no…”, he assured with a low voice, “Don’t”  

“Besides, there’s no hot water and we don’t want to waste this, now, do we?”, she said and took his throbbing cock fully in her hand. The hardness of his flesh made her wet down to her panties.

“I don’t give a damn if you’re still mad at me…”, Jon started as he grasped her shoulders firmly and captured her lips in a fiery kiss, “I want you, June…everything…maybe too much…”, he confessed as he slid his hands under the material and finished pushing the robe off her shoulders. June helped by undoing the knot of the belt. When Jon’s hands moved to her back, he noticed she wasn't wearing a bra, only panties, under the dress. “Oh…baby…”, he groaned.

“I’m yours”, she breathed, all her rational filters gone.

“What?”, he broke the kiss and his eyes looked deeply into hers while he clasped her head with both hands. “Say it again”, he ordered.

“I’m yours, Jon”, she said with equal abandon.

The implication of her statement hit Jon’s brain at the same time as it hit his dick. She squirmed when one of his hands slid down over her bear ass down to her inner thigh until it found the band of her panties. Jon let out a husky groan of arousal when he felt her wetness and warmness through the delicate fabric of her panties. June’s hands slid up Jon’s short sleeves, hooking her thumb and pushing the sleeves up until they were cramped way up his shoulders. Her veins ached and pulsed with painful longing.

June took a step back until she was at an arm’s length from him and let the robe finally slide down to the floor. The sight simply set Jon afire: the thin fabric seemed like a second envelope of flesh that covered her torso and hips and evidenced the delicate outline of her ribs, breasts and waist. Her hard nipples pressed against the fabric.

She raised her head and held Jon’s gaze, her lips moist and red like a wound. Jon opened his mouth to speak, but decided to listen to the voice of her skin, begging for him to claim what was his.

With a quick move, Jon was holding June again in his arms, hooking her leg around his waist, pressing his hard bulge against her crotch and making her squirm against it in a desperate attempt to release the tension that had concentrated in that one spot that seemed to be claiming her full attention.

Without breaking the kiss, Jon searched behind him for the chair and once he found it, he dropped himself on it with such carelessness that only half his butt made it to the seat, the other half hanging in the air. “Wait, wait, wait”, he ordered throatily, still grabbing June by her hips and keeping her steady so she wouldn’t fall with him. He then positioned himself correctly on the chair while June tried to find some balance by holding a tight grip of his shoulders.

Pressing one hand on her butt, he motioned for her to stand between his parted knees and looked up at her before sliding one hand up under her nightdress, then peeled down her panties until they pooled around her ankles and she kicked them off with an amused smile. His hand then travelled back up along her leg, all the way up to her crotch.  Her lips parted in a gasp and she closed her eyes when his fingers found her wet, warm core.

“Does it feel good, baby?”, his dick was getting uncomfortably large in the confines of his jeans.

“Oh…it feels so good…”, she whispered and threw her head back when his thumb started pressing against her clit. Her fingers took a fistful of Jon’s hair on his crown. A groan slipped uncontrolled past Jon’s lips when June’s wetness covered his fingers.

“You’re supposed to be cookin’”, he teased as he smirked sideways and licked his fingers one by one before pulling her down until she was straddling him, her wet slit against the pulsing erection trapped in his jeans.

“I’m tryin’ to cook”, she spoke seductively, “but it’s…hard”, she couldn’t help but smirk amusedly as her hand went under the waist of his jeans and squeezed the head of his dick. “So hard”.

“If you don’t stop, there’s gonna be a mess to clean up”, he said before devouring her mouth with a passionate, sloppy, wet kiss. June withdrew her hand and noticed her fingers had some pre-cum smeared on it, so she licked her fingers clean, imitating Jon’s action just a few moments before. His taste in her lips made her walls even wetter. She reached for his fly, unbuttoned and unzipped it until Jon’s erection sprang free, sticking out like a flagpole. June intuitively stuck out her tongue just a little and licked her lips, her breathing deepening. The touch of her hand to his erection was like an electric current, and Jon let out a moan that was echoed involuntarily by June. 

Before she knew it and by placing both his hands on either side of her hips, Jon lifted her up and positioned her so he entered her slowly, inch by inch, carefully until he was fully and comfortably inside her. The familiar sting of pain June felt enhanced her pleasure and was immediately replaced by the involuntary stretching and contraction of her muscles as they adjusted to the welcome intrusion. She felt so full, so wet, so warm.  

“This is so good”, she said with a dreamy voice against his lips, placing her hands on his shoulders, close to his neck. In response, Jon slowly moved a hand onto each of June's breasts over her dress, caressing them slowly and sensuously.

“I’ve wanted this all day”, he breathed, and she closed her eyes to focus on the sensation. She moved her hands to the back of the chair and supporting herself on the tip of her toes, lifted herself up just enough to press down once more, seating herself fully onto him with a deep grunt. Jon smiled and removed the thin straps of the dress from her shoulders, then pulled them down until her breasts jumped out. He leaned forward to take a nipple into his mouth and June arched her back to grant him more access.

He began to rock slowly, very slowly at first, relishing in the feeling of being completely insider her. The heat was simply incredible. He hissed with pleasure while his tongue continued his dance of strokes and licks and flicking and wetness on her breasts, that he only interrupted momentarily to allow June to lift his T-shirt up over his head.

His torso now bear and cupping her ass, he lifted her until he was almost completely outside her, then pulled her down roughly, filling her with his length and letting out a deep groan. His lips pressed again around her breasts, and June began to moan softly and rhythmically with each of his thrusts, each slap of his tongue. June opened her eyes and looked down at Jon, clasping the back of his head. His mouth was wide open around her breast, and it felt like nothing she’d ever felt before, tender and demanding.

She was all wet and warm now, and felt the intense cramping of her abdominal muscles as his tongue circled and sucked and swirled around her nipples, lapping her breasts up, his stubble scraping until her nipples were so hard they hurt, singing in harmony with all the other sensitive spots that were being stimulated. There was no music, but their bodies moved to the rhythm of a sensual dance. The only words were the sound of their ragged breathing as Jon continued to push his hips upwards into her, lifting her in the process, up and down, up and down…up and down. Their bodies coming together at a point where they fit perfectly, both completely wet with one another’s sweat.

“Slow down, slow down”, she pleaded in a whisper as she felt she was about to fall over the edge.

“No…this feels too good…to slow down”, Jon replied between labored breaths of arousal, looking into her eyes now, his hand clasping her neck. He could see his own saliva glistening on her swollen lips, and his own passion mirrored in her eyes. By looking into each other’s eyes, they knew exactly what the other was feeling.

“Come, come for me, baby”, he ordered as he started thrusting harder and faster, making her moan loudly. After all the tension of the day, it felt good to just let go.

Suddenly Jon steadied himself, all his muscles tensed for a long moment before they violently released in an ecstasy of pleasure, relieving all the tension in a powerful squirt inside her as practically in unison, June’s muscles began to heave and contract, spasm after spasm in an endless orgasm. They shouted and breathed and gasped over and over throughout the duration of their climax.

They stayed in that position for a few minutes, recovering, an expression of utter bliss, satisfaction and exhaustion on their faces. Jon let his head hang back, his lips parted as his breathing normalized, while June rested her head on his shoulder, her nose buried in his neck.

Without any sort of warming and coming out of nowhere, she felt and almost uncontrollable and utterly confusing need to weep. She frowned, and a single tear ran down her cheek before joining the beads of sweat on Jon’s chest.