Chapter 27

Once home they barely made it through the door before items of clothing were ripped, dropped or kicked off, leaving a trail of destruction leading to the bedroom door, where the last remnants of their underwear lay in a heap.

Richie lifted Jasmine up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking herself to him. She could feel his straining erection push against her and tried to move so that he would enter her and make her feel complete. Richie had other ideas though and planted her in the middle of the king sized bed, spreading her legs and settling himself in between them.

At the first touch of his tongue on her burning flesh they both moaned a deep and longing moan that said so much about the want they had both been feeling all evening. Richie lapped at Jasmine’s folds with a flat tongue, dragging it firmly over the soft wet skin over and over like a dog lapping water from it’s bowl.

Jasmine held onto Richie’s hair in an attempt to keep her sanity as he worshipped her in the most delicious way known to her. His tongue was wet and warm, yet it cooled her burning skin and made her tingle all over. Richie ran his hands over her goose fleshed arms and held her hands in his hair, his tongue working overtime to give her the same pleasure she had given him in the car.

“Oh GOD! Just there Rich, right THERE!” She rasped, holding him in place. Richie sped up as her hips lifted to pull him in further then suddenly Jasmine’s hands flew from his head and gripped the bed sheets, her hips raised completely from the bed and a deep groan came from deep within her. Richie pushed two fingers into her just as she hit her peak and she responded with a scream as yet another orgasm flooded her. He stroked her until she was back with him, sitting astride her and planting little kisses all over her body. He could see that she was becoming aroused again and her nipples swelled until they were standing to attention. He bent down and took one in his mouth, sucking and licking it, roiling it around in his mouth. He switched nipples and caressed the other one between his fingers. Jasmine could barely think straight because her whole body felt gooey and soft, as if her bones had melted and she was to be molded any way Richie desired.

She could feel herself building up again ready to shatter at his touch but that wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted to feel him on top of her, inside her and feel the full power of his thrusts. She tried to pull him upwards towards her but he held fast, his lips staying locked to her right nipple.

“Please Rich, Please,” She begged, raising her hips pushing towards his engorged cock.

Richie, never one to deny a lady, did as he was asked, he shifted slightly until he was aligned with her inviting opening, then as he kissed her deeply he pushed through and let himself be enveloped by her warmth. He paused before he began to move in and out of her, the slick warmth of her against his hardness causing earth shattering friction.

They moved slowly together at first, Jasmine raising her hips to his thrusts but soon it was not enough for her. She pushed at him and rolled over so she was on top of him. To Richie’s shock she impaled herself onto him and slid all the way down so he was filling her completely. The sensation was heavenly to him and he held onto her hips, anchoring her to him. Jasmine was full of lustful desire for Richie and nothing other than a fast and deep fuck was going to satisfy her. Richie soon got the message as she slammed down on him time and time again, rolling her hips so that he touched every part of her.

“Christ Jas, you’re…you’re…” Richie began to say but couldn’t find the words to describe her. He would just have to show her. He rolled them over again, lying on top of her and thrusting hard into her. Jasmine grunted with each thrust and dug her nails into his back. 

Richie pulled out and flipped Jasmine over so she was lying on her stomach, but lifted her up so she was on all fours. He entered her again, the different angle giving them both the contact they had been craving. Richie pounded into her and Jasmine bucked backwards making Richie hit the very core of her. The pace quickened as they both raced towards the finish line. Richie leaned over Jasmine’s back and reached around to rub her clit as he moved into her. He rested his forehead on her back and kissed the skin below him, as his end approached, he nipped her skin with his teeth and thrust harder. 

Jasmine thought she had died and gone to heaven. She was incapable of any coherent thought or speech, just able to move. The friction that was building with every stroke from Richie was miraculous and she smiled as he seemed to innately know what she wanted and when she wanted it. She was fast approaching the holy grail and could tell that Richie was as well if the nipping on her back was any indication. She had never been so consumed with lust, need and want before and she was still unsure how much she should let herself go, but as she crested she couldn’t help but yell out,

“HARDER, FASTER!”

Richie could hardly believe his ears but was quick to oblige. He rammed harder and faster just as she asked then at the same time they both cried out as the waves flowed through them. Richie held onto Jasmine so tightly that he left finger marks on her skin, and Jasmine gripped the sheets so tightly that a small hole appeared where her nails had scratched the material. When he was spent, Richie leant on Jasmine, still stroking her and enjoying the sight of her body shuddering at his touch.

Jasmine collapsed in a crumpled heap on the bed, still face down, her eyes closed and her breathing unsteady. Richie moved to lay on his back with his arms tucked under his head, watching Jasmine come back to reality.

“You alright over there?” he said, prodding her in the side, eliciting a giggle.

She turned to face him, which was not easy as her muscles had all tensed up and hadn’t returned to their usual state.

“Absolutely fantastic thanks. You?”

“Fucked. Totally and completely fucked. Man, you were like a dog in heat.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. It’s all your fault though. Everything you said tonight, the way you looked, how on Earth am I meant to ignore that?”

“That was definitely intended as a compliment, but I don’t agree, It was all your fault for looking so damn hot in that dress, and even hotter out of it.” 

“I don’t care whose fault it was.” She said cuddling into him.

“I hear ya. And as a bonus we don’t have to hide anymore. How great is that?”

“It’s fantastic, just as long as no one from Island saw us. I’m glad that Jon and the guys are happy for us though, I was worried that he’d give me the stink eye or sack me.”

“He wouldn’t have done that, I did worry he would rip me a new one but I knew he wouldn’t do shit to you.”

“Well at least we have them on our side. I’m not sure how Pete will take it though.”

“Don’t think about it darlin’. I’ll talk to Jon about it tomorrow or in a few days and we’ll come up with a plan to help you if the shit hits the fan, but I don’t think it will, honestly.”

Jasmine nodded then closed her eyes, sleep finally taking her over. Richie followed not much later, free of guilt and not in the slightest worried about what may happen. As far as he was concerned, all was right with the world.

Chapter 26

***In honor of Richie's Birthday here is the next installment of MB! Have an awesome birthday Richie! We love you!!!***

Richie saw the firing squad approach and instinctively took Jasmine’s hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. She looked at him with abject terror in her eyes and he felt ashamed for not having kept himself in check; he had wanted to kiss her and so he did, with complete disregard for the consequences and now he felt like a bastard.

Dot blazed across the room like a woman possessed and Richie felt scared. He could deal with Jon and his mood swings but Dot was something else entirely, she scared the crap out of him and he wasn’t frightened to admit it.

“My husband has something he needs to talk to you about so sit down and listen.” Dot demanded before taking the seat next to Jasmine, crossing her legs and looking at Jon expectantly.

Before Jon could get a word out Richie began talking ten to the dozen,

“I’m sorry Frank, we tried to stop it but we can’t deny it to ourselves. It’s been going on for a while now and we’ve been really careful not to be obvious when other people are around but I lost control today and it’s not Jasmine’s fault. Take it out on me but don’t blame her.”

Jon looked bemused at Richie and his rambling. Had Dot not been there he was certain that he would have let Richie sweat for a while but as he was being shot daggers from his wonderful woman, he decided to play it straight.

“Chill out man. Calm the fuck down and sit will ya? We’re not here to get on your ass. Yeah, we’re a bit shocked at what you two just did, considering that there are people from Island here tonight, but from our point of view, we really don’t care that much what you two get up to.”

Richie and Jasmine looked at each other, not sure whether to laugh or to stay silent.

“What do you mean exactly?” Jasmine all but whispered,

“I mean that you two could have been honest with us from the start. I’m assuming you didn’t say anything because you were concerned about the contract but you needn’t have worried with us, the contract is with Island, not us.”

“Oh.” Was all Jasmine and Richie were able to say.

“Yeah, and just so you know, you weren’t that good at hiding it. We’ve known for ages,” David piped up with a grin on his face.

“Then why didn’t you sons of bitches say anything?” Richie stood up and straightened to his full height.

“Because it was too much fun watching you two sneak around,” David replied, nudging Tico and Hugh, who were flanking him,

“Yeah, we’re sorry,” they said in unison but not looking a bit sorry.

“You bastards.” Richie chuckled, not able to deny that he would have done the same thing had it been someone else in the situation.

“Well, seeing as the big secret is out now, I think it’s about time Jas and I headed home before we get ourselves into any more trouble. I’ll talk to you children tomorrow.” He said, holding out his hand for Jasmine before practically hauling her out of the building and shoving her into the waiting town car.

Once in the car Jasmine let out a sigh that she didn’t know she had been holding,

“What a relief it’s out in the open now. No more hiding and grabbing a quick five minutes here and there.” She said to Richie.

“I guess,” he mumbled as he kissed a trail of soft warm kisses down her neck, over her shoulder and over the expanse of skin exposed just above her breasts. To Richie Jasmine smelled divine, good enough to eat, and he wanted to savor every inch of her. He returned his lips to hers and pressed them together firmly, eliciting a moan from Jasmine and feeling her hands bunch in his hair. Jasmine pulled his head closer to her and when satisfied that he was close enough she wrapped her arms around him and returned his kiss as deeply as he was giving it. Her lips parted, allowing him access and their tongues danced with each other as their hands roamed each other’s bodies. Jasmine’s warm hands had wormed their way into Richie’s shirt through the gap left by the unused buttons and were roaming the scorching expanse of toned muscles, pausing to play with his nipples when she came across them.

Richie had lifted Jasmine onto his lap and she was in no position to deny his want for her as it was pressing achingly against her material covered core. His hands smoothed over her thighs, getting higher and higher on every stroke, his calloused fingers kneeding her skin and sliding further under her dress.

The privacy window had not been closed when they entered the car and Richie realized this in a few seconds of lucidity somewhere on the outskirts of New York City. He leaned forward, taking Jasmine with him, and slid the window shut.

“Now we can really be alone,” he murmured and continued his tour of her body with his hands and lips. Jasmine shifted on his lap causing him to hiss as his cock grew even more in his pants.

“Feels like you’re gonna burst out of there before too long.” She said, sliding off his lap and onto her knees. Richie’s eyes widened at the realization of what she was about to do and for a second he thought about stopping her as he needed her so badly and didn’t want to wait. What stopped him was the sensation of her tongue wrapping itself around him and being dragged up and down. He all but lost the last little bit of control when her mouth slid over him and took his whole length until he hit the soft part at the back of her mouth. She massaged him with this part of her throat then sucked hard as she dragged her mouth upwards, pushing downwards again keeping her grip on him firm. 

He clenched his fists into the leather of the seats and closed his eyes tightly. Jasmine moved faster and faster over him and could feel the tightening and throbbing begin.

“Stop. Please, I want to taste you,” Richie gasped but Jasmine didn’t pay any attention, only continuing her ministrations and sucking Richie into oblivion.

She began to hum as she felt him tighten further; looking down she saw his knuckles were white with the force of him clenching his fists. With a few last swirls of her tongue and a swipe across his tip she felt him let go and the warm liquid spurt onto the back of her throat as he groaned for the length of his climax. She continued licking him like a lollypop until he was empty. 

Jasmine returned to the seat next to Richie and rested her head on his heaving chest as he fought to regain his normal breathing patterns. Richie rested his arm around her and kissed the top of her head, his other hand brushing through her hair, a pastime that was becoming one of his favorites.

“That was amazing sweetheart, thank you. When we get home you can be sure I’ll be returning the favor.”

“Don’t thank me. I like doing it. I love seeing the effect I can have on you, to know that I made you do that.”

“Yeah, it was all you, and you do it so well. You want a soda or something from the fridge?”

Jasmine knew what Richie was really alluding to and loved him for it. Although she enjoyed giving head and wasn’t really that bothered about swallowing. It did leave a funny taste in her mouth and she would rather be rid of it. 

“Yeah, that would be great thank you.” She said, taking the can from him and dripping the condensation drops onto his chest.

“Jas, I can’t take any more just now, please wait the ten minutes until we get home.” Richie chuckled and grabbed her to continue his exploration under her dress.

Chapter 25

The party was in full swing and the drinks were flowing. Jasmine and Richie had danced, laughed and messed about on the dance floor, enjoying letting their hair down and having some fun. 

They collapsed in the chairs around the table being used by the band, laughing and breathing heavily. Richie slumped in his chair, resting his hands on his stomach and tilted his head to look at Jasmine who was doing the same in her chair,

“Are you trying to kill me?”

“Not able to keep up Sambora? Maybe you should go home and get your slippers on.”

“I can keep up thank you very much. I was more talking about the fact that right now I can see right up your dress and it’s driving me wild knowing what is under the rest of it and how it tastes.”

Jasmine sat up straight and gasped at Richie’s words, looking around her to make sure no one else was around to hear him. She moved her chair closer to him and whispered in his ear, “That was brave, saying something like that, but rest assured you will get to see what’s under here later. Please stay on your best behavior until then.”

Richie smirked and whispered back, “I’ll try but I’m making no promises, you’re far too hot for me to keep my hands off of you, and with everyone else swooning over you tonight the green eyed monster is rearing his ugly head too,”

Jasmine stood, rested her hand on his shoulder and squeezed to reassure him.

“In which case, I’m off to speak to Dot and dance around our handbags for a while. You go and take your mind off what you want to do to me. See you back here in a while,” and she was gone.

Whilst Richie and Jasmine had been huddled in the corner of the room whispering to each other, Jon and David were standing at the bar watching the interaction.

David nudged Jon to bring his attention to Richie and Jasmine. They watched for a few minutes, occasionally looking at each other and grinning, until David couldn’t hold out any longer.

“You know we should stop this don’t you? He’s going to explode if he doesn’t get his hands on her before the night is out. I actually feel sorry for the fucker.”

Jon nodded, “I know. Dot told me to tell him we know and that it’s ok or she’d do it herself.”

“Then you’d better do as she says, I don’t want to be in her bad books.”

Just then Jasmine walked away from Richie and Jon saw his chance. “Well, I might as well do it now, he looks in pain.”

David shrugged and waved over at Richie. Jon walked in his direction but was cut off by his brother Matt, who seemed in a hurry to speak to him. He huffed and growled grumpily at Matt for interrupting him but followed him into a back room where he found a room full of people wanting interviews and pictures. The stink eye was given an outing and Matt made a quick getaway as far away from Jon as possible for fear of being yelled at.

Meanwhile Richie found David and Hugh chatting with some session musicians with whom they had worked with previously. Richie tried hard to concentrate on the conversation but in the corner of his eye he could see Jasmine and Dot dancing, their hands in the air and their hips gyrating to ‘I Love You More Than Rock and Roll’ by Thunder. He clenched his teeth together and forced himself to think of cold showers and lying face down in snow, but it didn’t work and he could feel himself growing.

Before he could embarrass himself in front of his friends he made his excuses and stalked over to where Jasmine and Dot had been joined by some of the women from Island and some journalists that had been allowed in to cover the event. He waited until the song finished and a path appeared between him and his prey. Dot noticed his approach before Jasmine, and could not believe the lust she saw in his eyes. She had known him for all of his adult life and had never once seen so much desire in him. She smiled inwardly, knowing that Richie had it bad and approving of his choice of Jasmine. She looked around for Jon, hoping that he had already put Richie out of his misery but her husband was nowhere to be found. With Richie getting ever closer Dot closed in on Jasmine,

“I’m pooped, I’m going to find my workaholic husband. Looks like someone wants a bit of your attention.” She said, pointing in Richie’s direction. 

Jasmine blushed a little and was glad that she was already hot because it hid the redness that she knew would have appeared. She saw what Dot was referring to and the fire was again ignited in her; Richie, his shirt opened by a fourth button and his shoulder length hair slightly damp with sweat, was marching determinedly towards her with what could only be described as a hungry look about him.

She turned to Dot only to find that she had already left and was just disappearing through the door that led to the lobby. She swung back around only to be caught around her middle by strong arms and kissed by the most soft lips on her neck.

“Hey gorgeous, you look good enough to eat,” Richie said seductively which made Jasmine shiver from head to toe.

“I could say the same about you. You’re showing so much chest right now that it’s hard for me not to lick my way across it.”

Richie winced, he was able to dish it out but unable to accept the comments coming from the other direction. He was now starting to feel real physical pain being so close to Jasmine but not being able to do anything about it.

Jasmine, for her part, was not immune to the invisible force between them, Richie’s scent had engulfed her and was now seeping into her pores. It was the most heavenly aroma she had ever smelled and coupled with being anchored to Richie by his awesome arms, she was sure that she would not be able to control herself much longer.

She turned in his arms so that they were looking at each other, then stood on tiptoes so that she could whisper in his ear,

“How much longer do we have to stay here? I don’t know how much longer I can keep myself in check. You’re too damn tasty.”

“A while yet sweetheart, we’ve not been here long. If it makes you feel any better, I feel exactly the same way. Its getting so bad I may have to go relieve myself.”

“Don’t you dare! I’m sure we could sneak away for a bit like we did the other night. You won’t be relieving yourself whilst I’m still breathing.”

Richie let out a roar of laughter and gathered Jasmine closer to him, gently lifting her up so they were face to face,

“You’re killing me here. No more talk of your lips around me, you hear?”

Jasmine nodded as she was lowered back to her feet. The beat of the music slowed and an old ballad started. 

“Wanna dance?” Richie asked and was rewarded with Jasmine pulling his arms tighter around her and her head resting on his chest.

They began to dance slowly, their feet moving very slightly with Richie’s hand clasped against Jasmine’s which was resting on his chest just about where his heart was beating inside it.

Jasmine breathed in deeply for the umpteenth time that day almost as if she was trying to inhale Richie so he became part of her, and subconsciously she closed in on him further, so far that it would be impossible for a sheet of paper to be passed between them. Richie’s breathing hitched as Jasmine got closer and brushed against his crotch.

“Darlin’ you’re going to have to stand back a little or I’m going to have a little accident,” he whispered, his voice gravelly with need.

“Can’t help it, I want to be so close to you. Hold me tighter,” Jasmine said dreamily.

Against his better judgement Richie did as he was asked and they continued dancing. His hands shifted slowly until one hand was resting on the back of her head, her hair dripping through his fingers, and the other hand was resting comfortably on the perfect roundness of her ass. Jasmine stood on tiptoes and wound her arms around his neck as the song reached it’s peak. They swayed and ground into each other as the chorus rang out for the final time, and, without thinking, Richie dipped his head and kissed Jasmine thoroughly on the lips in front of anyone who may have been watching. Jasmine kissed him back fervently, forgetting where they were for a few seconds, but quickly came to her senses and pulled back.

“Richie,” she hissed, taking a step back.

“What?” he said, knowing what she was going to say but feeling particularly blasé and not really caring about who just saw him lose control.

Jasmine was scanning the room around them for some indication that they had been busted and that the shit was about to hit the fan, but couldn’t see anyone really looking in her direction or even looking remotely shocked. She turned back to Richie, who still had his hands wrapped around her and refused to let go.

“I guess you finally lost control. Doesn’t look like anyone noticed but we’d better disappear before anyone realizes what they just saw.”

“Lost control? I have no idea how I didn’t do that sooner. All I’ve been thinking about tonight is getting you out of that dress and pushing deep inside you. You think that is losing control, you wait til later.”

Jasmine felt the blush darken her cheeks at his words, partly because she couldn’t believe he was saying it in public, and partly because she knew he wasn’t joking and she just wanted to get him to herself as quickly as possible.

Jon, Dot, David, Tico and Hugh witnessed the whole exchange because they had been watching the pair all evening in morbid fascination at how they were managing to control themselves even though it was plainly obvious they would rather be anywhere but where they were.

“Jon! You didn’t tell him did you?” Dot admonished as she saw Jasmine reel backwards and away from Richie.

“How do you know?” he said indignantly.

“If you had, then he’d have told Jasmine and she wouldn’t have reacted like that. She saw Pete Armstrong leave an hour ago so she knew that he wouldn’t be a problem.”

Jon had the grace to look shameful, “No I didn’t tell him, but only because Matty cornered me before I had a chance, he made me go talk to some reporters. I was going to tell him, tell her Joker,” he pleaded with David,

David considered the situation before confirming Jon’s story. He had thought about denying and watching Dot get mad, but then realized he was too close to escape her wrath so went for the peaceful, and truthful, option.

Dot sighed at the incompetence of her husband but didn’t let him off the hook that easily,

“Well, go and do it now. They’re both together so you can tell them both at the same time.”

Jon hesitated,

“Well go on!” Dot almost yelled at Jon, David, Tico and Hugh, before heading towards the sheepish looking couple who were slowly closing in on a secluded table by the door.

Richie led Jasmine to the table by the door, where their drinks were sitting and where the band had been based all evening. Both their pulses were dancing the quick step and their chests heaved with the exertion of breathing. Jasmine was shaking with passion as well as the fear that they had been seen by someone. She wasn’t sure whether she should be angry at Richie for forcing her into that situation or whether she should be happy that he had brought things into the open.

Just as she began to launch into a hysterical rant, she saw Dot approaching, followed closely by the rest of the band, and her stomach jumped into her throat. This was it, she was about to get sacked and Richie was about to be ripped a new one.