From Angel

Jon was bored already, and the night had barely begun. His interest level rose a little, though, as the host for the evening led him across to introduce him to yet another somebody. Mainly because he recognised the cloud of dark hair surrounding the cute, intelligent face. Damn, but he'd never expected to find her again.

"Jon, this is Samantha, the miracle worker I was telling you about. Samantha - Jon Bon Jovi."

"We've met." Jon smiled, extending his hand.

The smile was the genuine article, broad and relaxed and no artifice whatsoever. The smile that said he was pleased to see her, happy that fate had been kind enough to throw them together again.

Smiling back just as broadly, Samantha shook his hand, her eyes sparkling. Jon grimaced slightly as their mutual host drew him away again, but the look he gave her said he'd be back. And he was. Just as soon as he was able to extricate himself from the guy, he returned to where she stood sipping wine.

"I never expected to see you again." He murmured into her ear as he reached to the table to grab himself a glass of wine.

As he stepped back, Sam quirked an eyebrow at the glass in his hand.

"So this time it's you here for the free wine, huh?"

"You, too, by the looks of it." He shot back at her.

That was what he'd liked about her from the start - she didn't give a damn who he was. Of course, that wasn't all he'd liked. He'd liked the way she filled out the tight business suit she wore, and how the spike heels of her shoes threw tension into her calves, defining the muscles beautifully. One of his few regrets, of recent years anyway, had been that he'd not managed to find her after that one show, but now here they both were again. It could only be fate, giving him a second chance, and he had no intention of wasting it.

"Is your husband here?" He asked guilelessly. The slim gold band on her finger was in place, just like last time they'd met.

"Nope." She shook her head. "He's out of town. I actually get a whole night off, because the Samlets are having sleepovers with their friends."

"Samlets?" He blinked, then understood and chuckled. "Your kids? How many?"

"Two girls." Sam sipped wine, fairly sure where this line of questions was leading, and wondering just how subtle he'd be. Not very, was the answer.

"Feel free to tell me to go fuck myself." Jon smirked. "But I want you, Samantha. I wanted you that first night we met. What do you say? No strings, no expectations. Your husband is out of town, my wife is………well, she's in another state….. Will you give me tonight?"

Sam blinked. She wasn't exactly shy, but his blunt suggestion - proposition - shocked her a little. Her brain said no, her heart said yes, and her lower body fairly screamed oh, God, please! She shifted her stance, feeling her body reacting to his suggestion and his scent, then with a sly glance at his face, she nodded once.

Jon grinned, a dazzling smile of pure pleasure. "I have a room here. Eight ninety six. Meet me up there in a few minutes?"

"Uh-huh."

He drifted casually away from her, working slowly across the room toward the door. Sam finished her wine and picked up another glass, then began her own trip across through the crowd.

When she got out of the room, she headed up to the eighth floor, finding his suite and tapping lightly on the door. He must have been waiting just inside, because she'd barely lowered her hand when the door swung open, Jon standing there grinning at her.

"I half expected you to change your mind." He murmured as she stepped inside, bolder now they were in private, pushing the door shut as she entered.

"Hell no." Sam smiled, and Jon moved in as though to kiss her before pausing, taking her hand instead.

Jon led her to the bedroom. He wanted nothing more right now than to taste her, but he knew if he'd let himself kiss her there, next thing she'd have been on her back on the hall carpet, because something told him this was going to be fiery, at least for the first go-around. In the bedroom, though, he had no such hesitations, and he pulled on her hand, yanking her against his body, his mouth crushing savagely onto hers.

Sam gasped as Jon kissed her, and he took full advantage, slipping his tongue into her mouth, kissing her hard. His taste was like sin, dark and satisfying and delicious, and her fingers wove into his hair as they kissed, pulling him closer.

She felt him unzip her skirt, pushing at it until it fell to her feet, his hands cupping her buttocks, nothing hesitant about this man. Sam let one hand roam down to his ass, squeezing the hard muscle, then she edged her hand between them, cupping the growing bulge at his crotch. Jon groaned softly at the touch of her hand, groaning again as she skilfully unbuckled his belt one-handed, unbuttoning and unzipping before sliding her hand inside.

Raising his hands from her ass, Jon caught hold of her top, pulling it up until they were forced to stop kissing for a moment, Sam reluctantly taking her hand out of his black pants to let her top fall to the floor. Since she'd been forced to let go, though, as her silk top hit the floor, so did she, sinking to her knees in front of him, closing her lips around just the tip of his arousal.

"Jesus." Jon muttered as she sucked on him, his hand knotting instinctively into her hair as she started a slow exploration of his dick.

He looked down at her, the black spike heels still on her feet, black thigh highs leading his gaze to pearly smooth skin, black lace covering her ass and then the matching black bra. His eyes rested for a long moment on the dark head bobbing at his groin, enjoying the sight almost as much as he was enjoying the way she was working him, then he slowly tightened his grip on her hair, pulling her away.

No." He smiled.

"No?" Sam queried, one hand firmly around his shaft, the other cupping his balls as she leaned in, licking around the swollen head, never taking her eyes off his face.

"Fuuuuck…….." Jon breathed deeply, steadying himself. "No."

Raising her to her feet, he stood quiescent as Sam unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it away, then he stepped out of the black pants pooled at his feet. The few minutes he'd been in the room before she arrived had been long enough for him to discard his shoes and socks, so he was naked as he led her to the bed, still in her underwear, stockings and heels. She paused by the bed, about to take off the shoes, but his hand dropped onto her hip as he smiled.

"Leave them on."

He did, though, want the panties gone, and he gently removed those as she stood by his bed, straightening again to unhook and drop her bra, leaving her in nothing but stockings and shoes. Which was just what he wanted.

"You're more beautiful than I imagined."

"So you imagined me naked, huh?"

"Oh, hell yes." Jon grinned, flicking back the cover and watching as she got onto the bed. "Hell yes." He repeated as he joined her there.

Slaking his thirst with another taste of her mouth, Jon moved downward, caressing her body with lips and tongue, settling between her thighs briefly, his tongue finding her clit swollen and tender, her body already open for him. Tasting the sweetness of her, he felt his cock jerk in response to the hunger in her moan, and he crawled up to kiss her again, distracting her as he fumbled a hand to the nightstand, yanking the drawer open and searching blindly.

Pulling away reluctantly, Jon ripped open the foil packet, covered himself, and then had to fight for self-control, to not just cum as he turned back, seeing Sam's hand deep between her own thighs, caressing her own soaked flesh.

Do you even know what that does to a guy?" He asked hoarsely, gazing down as she slowly slid two fingers into herself.

The sly smirk in response said yes, she did, and as she moved her hand away Jon grabbed her wrist, lifting her hand to his lips. Sam gave a soft moan as his tongue caught her fingers, lapping at the juices lingering there, and Jon grinned, still holding her hand as he leaned down, suckling hard on a swollen nipple.

"Oh God." Sam moaned as he used his teeth, the touch perfect in it's roughness. "Sweet….oh, God, Jon…..fuck me……"

"That what you want?" He asked, lifting his head. "Fuck you?"

"Yes…….you said we had the night………so this first time - please - fuck me…."

"Anything for a lady."

"Who said I'm a………fuuuuck." Sam lost her words as Jon pressed the tip of his cock into her, paused a millisecond, then rammed all the way in.

"Yes?" He held himself there, waiting for her to give her assent.

"Yes!"

With her permission, now, Jon pulled back and pounded into her again, Sam groaning in pleasure. She loved her husband, of course she did, but there were just some times that even a lady wanted to be fucked like a lover, not made love to like a wife. Jon grunted as he thrust into her again, then Sam pulled him down onto her, wrapping her legs around his driving hips as they kissed hungrily, forcing each other higher.

Jon relished the tightness around him, and the softness of the willing body under him. The pressure of her legs around his hips delighted him - he could feel the hard points of her heels against his thighs - and he hooked one hand under her back, gripping her shoulder to hold her there as he thrust faster, feeling her starting to tighten more around him, already reaching her climax - her first for this night - under him. Moments later, as Sam bucked beneath him, screaming his name, Jon came, pumping his hips rapidly until he was exhausted, slumping down onto her with a groan of pleasure.

"This is gonna be a long night." He said hoarsely into her ear as his head rested beside hers.

Uh-huh." Sam panted back to him.

Of course, all of those imagined visions and sensations never showed on Jon's face as Sam shook his hand politely, though he was forced to blink rapidly in an attempt to banish the image of her screaming beneath him. Especially when she turned to the man by her side.

"……and this is my husband, Graham….." She said.

With a friendly smile - swallowing his disappointment - Jon shook the guy's hand and moved on.

Some other night, maybe.