Chapter 85

"Hi Carol, John, nice to see you." Brianna greeted Jon's parents when they arrived on the doorstep.

"Hi, Nice to see you too." Carol hugged her. "Ready for your first public appearance as his acknowledged girlfriend?"

Brianna's lips twisted into a wry smile. "Considering this crowd, they probably won't even notice.  One of the benefits of being his assistant." It was the Hope benefit concert and Jon was performing.

"Well, you look beautiful." Jon assured her, stepping up for his own hug.

"Thank you." She was dressed simply, but festively in a black skirt and green beaded sweater. She glanced at her watch and looked up the stairs. "Jon come on! You're going to be late!"

"Quit messing with your hair!" His father added with a wink at Brianna. "Your receding hairline isn't that noticeable."

Brianna hooted. "I'm so glad you were the one that said that. He'd kill anyone else."

"Ha ha." Jon scowled at his father as he descended the stairs. "You're funny."

He stood beside Brianna to greet his parents. In black pants and a red button down shirt they looked like a Christmas couple.

"Guys, we're going! Grandma and Grandpa are here." Brianna called to the kids as she put her arms in the coat Jon held for her.

"Bye! Have a good show! Say hi to Uncle Southside!" Came back from the teenagers.

"Bina! Bina!" Romeo came running into the foyer. Stopping in front of Brianna he held his arms up until she picked him up. "You go?"

"Daddy has a show to play tonight and I'm going with him. Grandma and Grandpa have come to stay with you."

He frowned. "You come back?"

"Yes, I'm coming back. When you wake up in the morning, I'll be here."

He thought about that for a minute. "Okay. Me can have pancakes for bekfast?"

"Sure you can." She promised. "You be good for Grandma and Grandpa okay?"

"Okay." He puckered his lips.

Brianna grinned, kissed him and handed him to his grandmother.

"And remember to ask Grandpa for help when you have to go potty." Jon reminded his son with a wicked grin.

"Okay Daddy."

The women rolled their eyes.

"Sweetness! Are you ever a sight for sore eyes!" John Lyons greeted Brianna with a hug when they arrived backstage at the Count Basie Theatre in Red Bank. "But did you have to bring the stick in the mud with you? He spoils all my fun."

"And I'm about to spoil some more. Let go of my girlfriend old man." Jon growled.

Conversation around them stopped as everyone stared, first at Jon, then at Brianna.

She rolled her eyes at his announcement, but was secretly pleased that he was staking his claim - and acknowledging hers.

Southside raised his brows, then heaved a heavy sigh. "Figures a beauty like you would pick a man who never learned to share."

Brianna met her chosen one's warm gaze and smiled. "Then I guess we are a good match. 'Cause I don't share either."

Jon nodded his understanding and winked at her, while Southside just sighed again. "No fun at all. Bobby! Let's play some music!"

Watching the show from the wings, Brianna realized how much she'd missed this: the music, watching Jon in his element, seeing the audience respond, the camaraderie both on stage and behind it, the upbeat mood. It had been too long - for her as well as him. 

When it was over, tired but still on an adrenaline high, Jon tossed back a drink and grabbed Brianna's hand. "Let's get out of here."

Since he'd obviously been enjoying himself, she was surprised he wanted to leave so early. "I thought you were having a good time?"

"I am."

"Then why are in such a hurry to leave?"

His eyes darkened and twinkled. "Because I have any early Christmas present for you that promises to provide us with an even better time."

Her smile was intimate and knowing. "And would this present be best used in the kitchen?"

He considered that. "It could be used there, but there's too many people in the house tonight. For now, it would be best used in the palace."

"Ah. My favourite room." She stepped closer and toyed with the pendant of his necklace that rested on the cushion of his chest hair, displayed by the open neck of his shirt.

"Get a room you two." Gary 'U.S.' Bonds suggested as he passed them, clapping a hand on Jon's shoulder and winking at Brianna.

"That's where we're heading." Jon assured him.

"If I can bring myself to let go of him long enough to get there." Brianna added with a grin.

Gary sighed. "I don't get it. Why do all the chicks go for him?"

"It's the hair!" Southside informed him.

Jon scowled,

Brianna grinned. When he turned his glare on her, she held up her hands defensively. "Don't glare at me. I didn't say it." But she couldn't resist running her fingers through the mane under discussion.

Jon heaved a long suffering sigh and swatted her ass before linking their fingers together again. "Brat. Let's go."

Back at the house, they thanked his parents and tried not to be obvious about rushing them out the door. By the look and smirks John and Carol exchanged Brianna didn't think they were successful.

As soon as the door closed, Brianna started up the stairs to check on the kids. Jon passed her in the hallway. "I'll grab the monitor, meet me in the Palace in five minutes."

After a quick peek in at the kids, Brianna rushed into her room to change. She didn't take the time to wiggle into any fancy, seductive lingerie. She just pulled on her nightgown and robe and hurried out to meet her lover. 

As fast as she was, Jon beat her there. He was stripped down to just his black pants and was turning back the blankets on the bed when she walked into the room.

Her brows rose. "In a hurry?"

One hand snaked out to grasp the tie of her robe and pulled her up against him. "Just to get my hands on you." Opening her robe, he pushed it over her shoulders until it dropped to the floor. His eyes drifted over her nightgown - this one black silk and lace that made her skin glow like the finest pearls. While he appreciated the packaging, he was more interested in what was underneath it.

Two seconds later, the gown joined her robe on the floor. "That's better." His eyes roamed again. "Much better. God you're beautiful."

"Thank you, but I think fair is fair." Gripping his waistband, she tugged the button open. "Take off your pants."

"Yes ma'am." His cock was in full agreement with her order. With a couple shoves and a shimmy, his pants fell to the floor and he kicked them aside.

Her lips twitched. "Interesting dance moves."

His smile was slow and knowing. "I have better ones."

"Mmmm." She stepped closer, her arms sliding around his neck. "Show me."

"Yes ma'am." His lips captured hers as his arms closed around her holding her tight against him. His body rubbed hers.

"Mmmmm." Brianna moaned softly. Before she lost her wits completely, she broke the kiss, delicately scraping her teeth over his bottom lip. "I seem to recall some mention of a present?"

Jon's chuckle was low and husky and sent tingles of anticipation running down her spine. "Patience Golden Eyes." He lifted her and laid her on the bed, settling on top of her, his weight braced on his elbows. "I want to enjoy you for awhile first."

Hands and mouth roamed her body, pausing here and there over particularly delectable spots - like the lush mounds of her breasts with their rapidly stiffening nipples. When she tried to caress him in return, he knocked her hands aside until she finally gave up and let him have his way. Closing her eyes, she focused on the pleasure he was so intent on lavishing on her body.

By the time he reached her hips, her body was practically vibrating with desire. At his touch her legs parted, eager for whatever  delicious torment he decided to inflict on her.

The touch of his lips and tongue were familiar, but still tantalizing. Along the inside of her thighs, up one side of her drenched slit and down the other, a dip inside her already aching core, a flick of her clit. Over and over, around and around until she was panting and her hips were lifting towards him, silently begging for more.

When he rose up, she thought he was going to give her what she was rapidly becoming desperate for. But all he did was reach out for something, then settled back with his shoulder between her widespread thighs. Draping her legs over his shoulders, he reached around to hold open her swollen folds.

Brianna's hands fisted in the sheets and her stomach muscles clenched in anticipation of his oral assault. But none of her experience prepared her for what happened next. Instead of the wet heat of his tongue when he bent his head, she felt something.....different, something...firm, yet giving. She heard the soft hum a split second before she felt the vibration against her clit.

Her back arched off the bed. "Holy shit! What the hell....?"

Jon raised his head and grinned, revealing the appliance attached to his tongue.

"A tongue vibrator?"

He nodded and shifted, holding her hips more firmly.

Brianna collapsed back onto the bed. "You're going to kill me."

His chuckle was drowned out by the hum of the toy - and the roaring of the blood in her ears - as he went back to his feast. The intensified stimulation was more than she could withstand and within minutes shudders of pleasure wracked her body, her back arching off the bed again. "Jon!"

And he wasn't finished. Up and down, in and out and around, over and over, he teased and tortured her throbbing flesh. She lost track of how many orgasms he'd brought her - or maybe it was just one long one, she wasn't sure. By the time he stopped, her cries had faded to breathless whimpers, and her body was as limp as a ragdoll.

Jon had held out as long as he could, the sight and sounds of Brianna totally lost in passion was too delectable to cut short. But his cock finally warned him it had reached the end of its patience. It was his turn now. Moving up, he slid gently inside her, savouring the feel of her flesh, still rippling from her last orgasm, engulfing him.

Brianna groaned, not sure she could take any more, even as her body stretched, welcoming his invasion. When his mouth captured hers and his tongue slipped between her lips, she was thankful he'd removed the vibrator. She'd had more than enough stimulation for a while.

Jon kept his movements slow and easy, allowing her a few minutes to recover. But only a few. When she sighed and squeezed him briefly his control snapped. Lifting her legs onto his shoulders, he gripped her hips and thrust harder, deeper, his speed and force increasing until he was pounding into her.

Brianna couldn't speak, couldn't cry out, couldn't even groan. All she could do was hold on and try to breath through the storm he was creating.

Knowing he might be hurting her, but unable to stop, Jon plumbed her depths, grinding his pelvis against her clit with every downstroke. He could feel his orgasm building rapidly in his lower back and knew blessed relief was close at hand. Not wanting to experience it alone, he shifted until he could reach her breasts. He replaced the vibrator on his tongue and took a nipple in his mouth.

Brianna screamed - or tried to, her back arching as yet another orgasm exploded through her body.

When her channel viced around him, Jon gave a throttled shout as he erupted in long jets. He held still until he was empty, totally drained.

It was several minutes before he could gather enough strength to move off of her and collapse on the bed bedside her. "Merry Christmas."

"Thank you." She panted. "I think. Holy shit!"

He chuckled. "Wait until you see what I got you for Valentine's Day."

Brianna groaned. "I hope I've recovered by then." She rolled over to cuddle up against him, her hand coming to rest on his chest to toy with his thick fur and sighed. "I wish I could just stay here tonight. It takes more energy than I've got at the moment to make the trip back to the house."

His hand stroked her arm. "So stay here. I thought that was the plan anyway."

She shook her head. "Romeo comes into my room when he gets up in the morning. I need to be there."

It was Jon's turn to sigh. "I wish I could I could have you all to myself for a few days."

"Mmmm." Brianna agreed. "That would be nice."

Jon was determined to find a way to make it happen....after he got some sleep.....and they got through tomorrow. He hoped she liked that surprise as much as she liked this one.