Chapter 22

***Sorry for such a long delay in posting, real life got in the way and I also haven't felt up to this story the past couple of weeks. Now it's back and hopefully you'll continue to follow me and Vicki on this journey. As always thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy this next installment of Jasmine and Richie's story.***

The final three days working on the record were more laid back than the previous few weeks as the work ran out and the final changes were made. On the last day, everyone gathered for coffee on the sofas in the corner of the studio. Several conversations were taking place at the same time, Jasmine flitted from one to another, enjoying the sound of them altogether and committing the sights and sounds to memory as she was sure this would be the last time that she would ever be in the studio with these guys. 

Jon suddenly put his mug down loudly and spoke above everyone, getting everyone’s attention.

“Right, well I think it’s time to say thanks to Jasmine for joining the madness and helping us out when Obie couldn’t cope on his own.” He said with a grin looking right at his friend,

“Fuck off, I could cope. I just needed something pretty to look at. I was sick of your ugly faces.”

“Whatever Ob, now, as I was saying. Jasmine, not only are you more beautiful than me, and more intelligent than all of us, you have also worked damn hard and put up with a lot of shit in the process.”

Jas, we have been so impressed with the way you have dealt with us and everything that has been thrown at you, and with your abilities as an engineer that we got you something to say thank you.”

He reached behind one of the sofas and pulled out a large flat rectangular package and rested it on one of the chairs.

Jasmine stepped forward, looking to Richie for reassurance. At his nod she ripped open the paper and found inside a mahogany picture frame and inside it, a photo of herself sitting behind the sound desk with other pictures of her working with each of the guys and in the top right hand corner a hand written note from Jon, signed by everyone else.

The note read:

To dear Jasmine,

This is a token from us to say thank you for all the hard work you have done for us. You have a great talent for what you do and your professionalism is something you should be proud of. There are not enough words to express how much admiration we have for you; you continued to give your all despite the traumatic events that happened during the recording. We enjoyed working with you immensely and will be certain to ask for you again whenever we have more recording work to do.

With all our love and thanks.

Jasmine wiped a tear that had escaped from her eye and looked at the pictures in more detail. She then turned her attention to the men who were surrounding her.

“This is fantastic. I love it. Thank you so much,” she said, hugging everyone in turn and just about holding herself in check when she got to Richie.

“I wasn’t expecting anything especially since Jon and Richie bullied me into letting them pay for the dress for Saturday, but this is more than I could have wished for because it’s personal. I’ve had so much fun working with you all and have learnt so much from you. It really should be me thanking you.”

Another round of hugs ensued then talk turned to the wrap party that was planned for Saturday. Jasmine laughed at the excitement each one of the guys displayed at the prospect of a party and prepared herself for a good night out.

They finished up early and headed up to Jon’s house where he and Dot had arranged a meal to celebrate as a small group. Apart from the band themselves, Jasmine, Obie, Rew and Jon’s brothers and their families were in attendance for the loud, raucous and friendly get together.

Throughout dinner Jasmine and Richie were getting increasingly hot for each other. Jasmine’s hand started by just innocently resting on Richie’s thigh but before long it began to stroke him and move further up his leg. Richie wasn’t an innocent bystander though, his hand began to wander and swiped across the front of Jasmine’s pants more than once, making her squirm and her hand to squeeze into his thigh harder.

Once dinner was over everyone moved to the massive living room with a high ceiling. The drinks flowed and then the music started, ensuring that the small gathering continued well into the night.

Jasmine escaped to the bathroom sometime later and found that she was being followed by Richie, who pulled her into a bedroom along the long corridor on the first floor. 

“Hey!” Jasmine admonished him.

“What? This is the Sambora Suite, no one is going to bother us.” He said, kicking the door shut behind Jasmine and pressing her up against it. His lips pressed down hard on hers and his breathing hitched. Jasmine wound her arms around his neck and stood on tip toes, returning his kiss just as forcefully as he was kissing her.

Richie groaned and Jasmine pressed herself against him.

“Damn woman, are you trying to kill me?”

Jasmine moaned and shook her head. Richie’s hands moved under her top and cupped the warm and pert mounds underneath.

“It’s impossible to have a drink and keep my hands off you. I have to touch you, I can’t stop myself.”

“Do you hear me complaining?” 

“As a matter of fact…” Richie winked then pulled Jasmine’s top over her head and whipped off her bra in a matter of seconds. He pulled her towards the bed and she collapsed on top of him when he missed timed his step and hit the bed with his ankle.

Taking advantage of her position she deepened their kisses and moved on top of him, rocking her hips against his. Richie reached up and planted his hands on her sides, holding her tightly to him and enjoying the feel of her weight pressing down on him. 

Without giving Jasmine any warning he rolled them over and held Jasmine’s hands above her head so she couldn’t move. He dragged his tongue down Jasmine’s neck and over each of her breasts, taking each nipple into his mouth and sucking them until they stood at attention. His other hand rubbed down her stomach and over the soft creamy skin of her hips, which lifted to reach his touch.

Richie let go of her hands and put his now free hand to work by removing her pants and underwear before reaching into her and pumping her with his fingers.

“Fuck!” Jasmine breathed as Richie’s fingers invaded her. 

“Come for me Jas,” he said stroking her walls, rubbing her clit with his thumb and sucking hard on her nipples. The alcohol that she had been drinking throughout the evening had put her senses on overload so it didn’t take long before she was gripping the sheets with her hands and Richie’s fingers with her muscles. 

“Holy hell, Oh my God!” she cursed riding the wave of her climax. Once she had regained her composure she looked at Richie before attacking him, pulling at his clothes. He helped her shed his clothes and let out a groan at the sensation of her wrapping her fingers around him. She gripped him firmly and moved her hand up and down, swiping her thumb over the tip on each up stroke. Richie tried to regulate his breathing but found it increasingly difficult as all his blood rushed to his now engorged cock. He almost lost control when Jasmine’s warm mouth encased him and her tongue went into a spin cycle over him. He held her hair back and gently pushed her further down onto him. Jasmine pushed back slightly and he released his grip on her to compensate. Before long though, it really was too much for him to take so he pulled Jasmine away and flipped her onto her back, spread her legs, resting them on his shoulders and pushed into her slowly.

They both let out a deep and slow sigh as they became conjoined and Richie filled her. Jasmine felt full and Richie reveled in her tightness a few seconds before pulling out and pushing slowly back in, rocking them to nirvana. Although he had told Jasmine that no one would bother them, he wasn’t about to alert them to their activities with vigorous love making, so he kept the pace deep and slow, agonizingly slow, but the friction was building them both up to a crescendo. 

Jasmine moved her legs so they were hooked over his hips and squeezed them tightly against him. Richie felt himself being pulled further into Jasmine and that was more than he could cope with, his thrusts became faster despite trying to keep himself in check. Jasmine’s fingers dug into his sides and he knew she was close. He silently thanked Jon for his taste in non squeaky beds as the pace quickened and both he and Jasmine fell off the edge in unison.

He flopped on top of Jasmine and laid a kiss on her sweaty forehead. She smiled then moved to get up.

“Where are you going?” Richie asked,

“Well in case you hadn’t noticed, we’ve been away from the party for a little longer than necessary. We need to get back soon.” She pulled her clothes on and threw his pants at him.

“I needed that though, I can’t get enough of you either, and the bubbly certainly heightened my need for you.” She said before heading out of the door and dashing for the bathroom.

The party ended a few hours later, no one made any comment about their disappearance so Jasmine and Richie figured they had gotten away with their tryst.