Chapter Seven

“Out,” Jon said from the shelter of the pool as Sieta giggled at Richie’s question.

Richie smiled. “I’m goin’, I’m goin’,” he grumbled. Raising his voice, he addressed Sieta. “Nice to have met ya, darlin’,” he said. “Be sure to have Jonny give you my number. My, uh, pool is bigger than his.” He cackled like a loon and only laughed louder when Jon sent a sheet of water splashing at him. With a final jaunty wave, Richie disappeared into the house.

Jon swam over to Sieta. “Sorry about that, See,” Jon said, shortening her name. “He’s mostly harmless, just a pain in the ass.”

Sieta laughed. “I’d imagine that he says the same things about you,” she said.

“I imagine you’re right,” Jon agreed. He trapped Sieta between the pool’s side and his body, and leaned in to kiss her. She turned in the circle of his arms, and opened her legs so he could press against her. Sieta moaned into Jon’s mouth and rubbed up and down on him, relishing the feel of his hardness along her tender flesh.

Jon dipped his hips a little, and slid his length into her, pinning her to the side of the pool. He held onto the sides of the pool on either side of her head, and slowly stroked in and out of her. Sieta wrapped her legs around Jon’s waist, anchoring him to her. Jon moved them so a water-return jet was shooting water at Sieta’s lower back. He pumped her faster, the motion raising and lowering her along the column of water.

“God, that feels good,” Sieta moaned.

“Which one,” Jon said before latching his mouth onto her neck.

“Mmmm, all of it.”

Jon bit her lightly, then soothed the bite with his tongue. Sieta couldn’t believe this was actually happening to her. That she was here, naked, with Jon Bon Jovi, and he was doing the most delicious things to her. Jon’s pace quickened, increasing the friction between them, and Sieta whimpered. Jon chuckled and whispered in her ear, “My thoughts exactly.”

Sieta wound her arms around Jon’s neck, and gripped hard as her body began its descent into pleasurable oblivion. With a few more strokes, she was flying, shattering into a thousand pieces, and moaning Jon’s name on a long, low breath. He pounded her harder, water splashing up all around them as he sought his own release. His corded forearms tensed on either side of Sieta, and she thought he was going to tear the coping from the pool’s edge. He grunted his release and slumped against her, still pulsing in her body.

Jon mashed his mouth to Sieta’s, gripping her head with both hands. He slid his tongue between willing lips, and tangled it with hers. Long minutes later, they broke apart, and Jon rested his forehead against Sieta’s. “Damn, baby,” he said.

Sieta chuckled and threw Jon’s words aback at him. “My thoughts exactly.”

Jon slid from Sieta’s body and the two swam over to the stairs. They sat on the lowest step, and Jon wrapped his arms around her, holding her for a long time. Soon, the sun started to dip in the sky, and Sieta stirred.

“Jon,” she said, hesitatingly, “I hate – REALLY hate to say this, but I should be getting back.”

Jon pouted and pulled her in close again. “But I don’t want you to leave just yet,” Jon answered.

“That’s sweet,” Sieta said, kissing his neck, “but I have classes tomorrow, and things I need to get done at home.”

“Couldn’t you play hooky for a day? Just one day?” Jon was not used to women being the ones trying to part company. He didn’t like it one little bit.

Sieta chuckled. “Jon…”

Jon sighed. “I know,” he said, kissing her neck. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.” He stood and took Sieta’s hand, and led her back to the cabana. He dried her off, and helped her back into her clothes. Her lingerie was still damp, so he wrapped those pieces in a towel and handed the bundle to her. He stepped into dry trunks, and slid a t-shirt over his head. Linking his fingers with hers, he led her back through the house and to her cab. He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her passionately for long minutes before letting her go.

“I had a wonderful afternoon,” Sieta said. “I’m so glad you caught my taxi.” She blushed prettily when Jon chuckled.

“Baby, I have a confession to make,” Jon said. “I was waving to my driver, who was about half a block behind you.” Sieta’s eyes went wide, and she covered her mouth with a trembling hand. “But when you pulled to the curb and I saw you sitting I there, I thought I’d much rather spend time in your company than James’.” He kissed her again, softly this time. “I was right.”

“Jesus,” Sieta breathed. “Well, whatever the reason, I wouldn’t trade today for anything.” She smiled shyly and leaned into kiss Jon’s cheek. “But I really do have to head back to the city, and it’s a long drive.”

“When’s your class tomorrow?”

Sieta smiled. “Not until the afternoon, but—”

Jon’s eyes lit up. “So you don’t have to leave until the morning, right?” Sieta gasped. Surely he didn’t mean for her to spend the night with him. When she didn’t answer right away, Jon smiled. “It sounds like you’re considering it,” he said. He slid his hands under her shirt and rubbed his thumbs gently across her swollen nipples, erasing all pretense of thought from her head.

Sieta grabbed onto Jon’s wrists, and leaned back against the cab, letting the car support her and keep her from sliding to the ground. She moaned and dropped her head back.

Jon laughed. “So, is that a yes?” he asked, leaning in to lick her neck from collarbone to ear.

Sieta raised her head and smiled at Jon. “It’s a yes.”

Letting out a whoop of delight, Jon scooped Sieta into his arms and carried her inside to his bedroom. There was a lot of time left to the night. He'd worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.


~*~ THE END ~*~