Chapter 40

While Brianna didn't make a conscious decision, the choice was kind of made for her a few days later. It was their last night in England - in Europe actually - and they were heading home in the morning. 

Just a few more hours and I'll be safe from temptation for awhile. She kept reminding herself of that as she moved around Jon's dressing room packing up what he wouldn't need anymore that night. The show was almost over and she needed to hurry and get out before he came off the stage. She'd taken to finding something else to do rather than be standing under the stage when he came off and stripped off his shirt. Some might call it being chicken, she called it prudence....or self preservation. Just do whatever works!

She was finishing up with his dressing table, when she felt something on her garter belt digging into her thigh. Pulling out the chair, she lifted her foot onto the seat and slid up the skirt of her suit to find the problem. 

And that's what Jon saw when he opened the door. 

What happened next was beyond his control. He just couldn't fight it anymore. Closing the door softly behind him, he quietly turned the lock and started towards her.

The sound of the door opening told Brianna she'd run out of time, and her opportunity to escape was gone. The look in his eyes as they locked with hers in the mirror confirmed it. As he neared, she straightened, but when she would have lowered her foot to the floor he stopped her.

"No. Leave it there." His voice was husky, but he couldn't help it. The shirt that he'd stripped off when he stepped off the stage and clutched in his hand now got tossed to the side. He didn't bother to look where it landed. His focus was completely on the target in front of him.

Brianna watched him approach, amber eyes eating up the masculine scenery reflected in the mirror. When he stopped, chest against her back, the heat and scent of him had her pulse racing and her libido revving up. She watched one strong hand settle on her upraised knee, the other gripped her opposite hip. Moving together, they raised her skirt higher until it was bunched around her waist.

His hand returned to her knee and stroked the length of her thigh, slowly, softly. Up and down. Soft lips brushed her ear. "Open your jacket."

It took a few seconds for the words to process in her brain. She shivered at the rasp of his calluses on her stocking and his voice in her ear. Almost involuntarily, her fingers rose to the buttons on her jacket.  One by one she opened them, mesmerized by the heated look in his eyes as he watched the revealing of her body.

The cloth fell away to reveal her full, round breasts encased in black lace to match the silk and lace thong barely covering the mound of female flesh between her thighs. He growled low in her ear. His other hand rose to cover one breast and squeeze, pinching the hardening nipple between two fingers. The hand on her leg slid higher to slide a finger along the damp silk covering her cleft.

Brianna leaned her head back against his shoulder and watched his hands play with her body. Before long even the little bits of lace were too much of an obstruction to his touch for either of them to take. Her hands lifted to the front closure of her bra to open it and move it back out of his way. His hand clenched around the silk of her thong and yanked sharply, ripping it from her body.

"Oh!" She gasped in surprise.

Once again he took possession of her body, fingers stroking in time, one hand on her breast, the other on the pulsing flesh between her legs. He watched in the mirror as she held on to him wherever she could to brace herself and undulated against him, the rubbing of her ass against his already throbbing cock a delicious torture. Very quickly, his fingers were coated with her juices. "So fucking wet."

"Mmmmmm." Brianna let her eyes drift closed and focused on sensation. "Feels good!"

Jon didn't disagree, but he knew something that would feel even better. Retrieving one hand, he flicked open the button on his pants and slid down the zipper, soothing her with his lips on her neck when she protested the loss of this touch. "Shhhh. Wait. I've got something better."

Shoving his pants down over his hips, he  positioned himself along her cleft. Gripping her hip to hold her steady, he thrust slowly, her liquid heat almost scalding is flesh. "Fucking hot!" He nipped her earlobe. "Look."

Brianna forced her eyes open and was instantly riveted on the vision in the mirror in front of her. The broad head of his erection appeared and disappeared with his movements, slick with her juices. It was the most erotic thing she'd ever seen! She licked lips suddenly gone dry and caught her bottom lip between her teeth.

Unable to resist, she reached down to rub his swollen head and watched the pleasure contort his face. As she reached farther, the heel of her hand brushed her clit and she jerked. His hands tightened to hold her in place and he continued thrusting.

After only a few minutes, as good as it felt, the teasing wasn't enough for either of them. Brianna licked her lips and swallowed heavily. "Jon, please."

"Tell me what you want."

"You." She shuddered. "Inside me. Now. I can't wait!"

Neither could he. Easing back, he tilted her hips slightly. "Then put me inside you."

The feel of him stretching her as she guided him in made her groan. "Mmmmmm. Yes."

Buried to the hilt, Jon held still. His hands came up to cover her breasts, holding her to him, stiff peaks spearing into his palms, while he savoured the feel of her hot, wet flesh surrounding him. When she flexed her inner muscles to squeeze him, he groaned and scraped her neck with his teeth, his fingers spreading to allow her hardened nipples to poke through and squeezed them rhythmically......but remained unmoving.

Brianna couldn't stand the teasing torture for more than a few minutes. She couldn't understand why he wasn't moving. The pulsing hardness filling her told her he wanted this as much as she did, so why was he holding back? She caught his gaze in the mirror and the glint of challenge in the cobalt depths answered her silent question. So he wants to play it that way does he? He may call all the shots when it comes to the band, but in this arena, I'm his equal....and I'll prove it!

Leaning back against him, she slid her hands under his arms and up to grip his shoulders. She watched him beneath long black lashes, tightened her internal grip on him.....and undulated against him. Her hips rocked and swivelled and gyrated, trying to get the alignment just right to hit her sweet spot. If he wouldn't participate, she'd find a way to take her pleasure on her own.

Little did Brianna know, it was taking every bit of control Jon had to remain still. But the sight of her writhing against him was too good to give up. Sweat beaded on his upper lip and ran down his spine as he fought the urge to pound into her until he found his release.

Close....so close. But it wasn't in her to be selfish. Brianna was determined to break him and take him into ecstasy with her. Bending forward slightly, she retrieved one arm and slid her hand down between her legs until she could touch him. She heard his breath hiss through his teeth at the skin on skin contact, even more so when her nail raked lightly. Reaching further, she cupped his sac, stroking the loose flesh with her thumb. 

His hands tightened on her breasts in reflex and he growled in her ear. "You're playing with fire."

"I like it hot." She purred. "Burn me." She squeezed his buried shaft as hard as she could for several seconds and relaxed.

He retaliated by squeezing her nipples. "Brat."

Brianna straightened, once again leaning back against him. Her hand rose to grasp one of his and drag it down her torso to her throbbing cleft. "Touch me."

Still, he resisted, rotating his hips and pushing deeper. "You first."

She shook her head. "Together."

Eyes locked in the mirror, their fingers tangled together, they stroked their joined flesh. Jon rocked his hips against hers.

Brianna moaned. "Mmmmmm, yes. Right there! Harder!"

Jon flexed his hips and thrust harder, scraping his calluses across her clit at the same time. He would have smiled at the cry he drew from her.....if every muscle in is body wasn't tensed against his imminent explosion. But he still wanted her to go first, so he ignored the friction building with his every movement inside her tight passage, and focused on her clit.

Brianna could feel her peak rapidly approaching and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold it back. She reached as far as she could, her goal the sensitive spot behind his scrotum. Finding it, she voiced her channel around him and pushed with her finger.

Jon grunted, pinched her clit and thrust as deep as he could reach.

Their cries echoed around the room as they both lost their battle - or won, depending on how you looked at it - and fell off the edge together.

As he waited to get his breath back, Jon noted Brianna's hair was still in her neat twist. Next time I want to see it spread across my pillow. His gaze slowly roamed over her body, still displayed in the mirror, pausing when he got to her glistening flesh still pulsing around his softening shaft. And next time I want to taste that cream.....until she screams.

Realizing where his thoughts had gone, he stiffened and pulled out of her body. One hand squeezed her waist and he disappeared into the shower. Next time? What the fuck am I thinking 'next time'? This has got to stop! On the upside he'd found out that her eyes did indeed glow...under the right circumstances.

Brianna blew out a shaky breath, picked up the towel that was lying on the table and cleaned herself up as best she could. As she set her clothes to rights, she stared at herself in the mirror. You have no self control at all where he's concerned!  And the things she'd done! When did you become such a wanton hussy? You've got to get your shit together Brianna. You're a better person than this!

Not waiting for Jon, she finished packing his things, left out his street clothes and ducked out to climb into the back of one of the waiting vans. When Jon arrived he climbed into the front without looking her way.

David sat in the middle, his assessing gaze studying both of them.