The car pulled up before the club just as Jon and Megan exited the doors. People were already calling out to him, screaming his name. He just flashed his gorgeous smile and tucked Megan’s head into his chest, keeping her close as he headed towards the car.
The car pulled away and Megan found herself in his embrace. She felt comfortable and safe there, as if nothing in this world could do her any harm.
Jon felt her relaxing against him, her head laid on his shoulder, her breath fanning the hair on his chest.
Jon opened the hotel door for her. He wasn’t sure if he should come in or not. As much as he wanted her, he sure as hell didn’t want her to forget this in the morning and accuse him of using her. Megan turned around, her eyes shone like dark jewels.
“Come in and close the door. Do you want some coffee, wine, beer?”
“I’ll have a glass of wine thanx baby. Should I?”
She waved him off, kicked off her heels and headed for the kitchen.
“I’m tipsy Jon, not drunk. I can pour you a glass of wine you know.”
“If you say so baby. Do you have something to eat? I’m dying.”
“A few crackers and there should be something in the fridge…”
He settled back onto the sofa, his hand automatically reached for the remote, switching on the tv.
Megan came back with a glass and a cup of steaming coffee.
“No more for me tonight. You don’t wanna see me drunk. It happened once and I promised myself it will never happen again!”
His mischievous side got the better of him.
“Just tell me, do you turn into a wildcat when you’re drunk, cause if you do..”
“Cant remember and you’ll never find out!” She walked towards her bedroom.
“I’m gonna change.”
“You don’t have to change for me. I love seeing your long legs and juicy ass.”
“Oh I’m sure you would horndog!” He heard her giggle all the way towards her bedroom.
“If you don’t stop your giggling I’ll have to come and make you stop.” He loved to hear her giggle.
For a few moments he thought she didn’t hear him, she appeared around the corner and his heart came to a screeching standstill. The dress was gone, she just gave him enough to realize that she had only her undies on.
“You wouldn’t dare..” Megan was a damn tease when she was tipsy, her eyes challenged him.
Jon stood up slowly, he thought she might run but he was wrong. She stood her ground.
“Daring me is never a good thing, unless you want to be under me, screaming my name.”
Her eyebrows arched.
“How about you being under me, screaming MY name?”
His body jerked to immediate attention.
“That will never happen…”
He had closed the gap between them.
“Don’t try me Bongiovi. You are going to lose…”
Her fingers tiptoed from his jeans towards his chest.
“I’m a good loser…bring it on baby.” His voice was but a whisper.
Her hand closed over his necklace. She tucked and he crashed into her. Her mouth devoured his, her tongue slid into his mouth, searching for its partner.
His arms tried to capture her but she denied him her surrender.
“Tonight I’m in charge, hands off cowboy.”
The pit off his stomach jolted molten lava towards his groin. He had never seen Megan like this and his mind buzzed from the sudden rush of blood. Megan’s wild manner had taken him off guard and it was only when his back hit the wall that he realized she had pushed him backwards.
He heard the familiar sniffing as she enjoyed his scent, her nose was buried in his fur, her hands had captured his, bringing it over his head so it rested against the wall.
Jon was staring at the wanton turning his insides to ashes, her eyes were locked on his.
Her mouth found a nipple and she caught it between her teeth, nipping it. Megan felt her stomach dip when she heard Jon’s loud hiss. His pupils dilated and his breathing picked up a notch. She moved towards its twin. Jon braced himself for another stingy nip but felt her suck the other one into a tight nub. Her tongue played over it while she sucked, her eyes feasting on his passion filled face. She leaned backwards.
“Keep your hands there.”
Her hands started their journey from his jeanclad hips, forward towards his swollen shaft, she squeezed gently drawing a, shit baby!, from him. She massaged him a few times and felt him growing even bigger.
He wanted to kiss the smirk from her lips, grab her and throw her underneath him, making her beg, but he was the hunted tonight and for once he wanted to be devoured by this passionate wildcat.
Her hands moved away, sliding upwards. Her nails raked over his abs, scratching lightly over his nipples as she went higher. Her palms flattened on his shoulder, pushing the shirt backwards, opening him up for her onslaught.
She breathed in his ear just before she swirled her tongue over the lobe.
“I see you have a hard time breathing, something wrong?”
Jon swallowed hard, trying to catch his breath.
“Yes, you. You’re driving me fucking insane! Oh fuck!”
Megan feathered kisses down his throat, nipped his adam’s apple before she disappeared into his chest, her hands had gripped his ass and squeezed…hard.
The groan from Jon didn’t sound human.
“I told you were going to scream my name before the night is over.”
Jon knew he had lost the battle, but hell who wouldn’t with a hungry woman turning you veins into liquid fire?
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