Chapter 6

When I opened my eyes again, a peek of sunlight was filtering through the small gap in the curtain. I sighed, morning had come and this Cinderella story was at its end. I was again in the middle; Richie curled up behind me and Jon along side me. I looked at both of them, kissing each gently before carefully easing my way out of the bed. I searched out my clothes and snuck quietly into the bathroom. Having no toothbrush I made do with the small bottle of mouthwash I found next to the sink. I risked a glance in the mirror, my hair was in wild disarray and my lips were still slightly swollen from all activity of the night before.

I stepped into the shower, groaning as the hot water poured over my tired and oh so pleasantly abused body. I leaned forward, placing my hands on the wall and letting the water pound down onto my shoulders when I felt someone step in behind me. “Are you all right darlin’?” I stood and slicked my hair back before turning around. “I’m fine Richie. What are you doing awake?”

He smiled slightly, “I heard the shower and you were gone from the bed. Waking up to Jon’s ugly mug was not how I wanted to start my day.” He tugged me to him and hugged me close, kissing my head. “Let me help you?” I nodded my head against his chest, “okay.” He pressed me away from him before reaching for the shampoo, “it’s not girly but it will do the job.” I just smiled tiredly, “that’s fine.”

He gently washed my hair and then, soaping his hands, he gently washed me. I gasped when his hand moved between my legs. I was still so sensitive it was almost painful. “Are you sure we didn’t hurt you Stacey darlin’?” I nodded, “I’m sure. I’m just a bit sensitive still.” There was something so sweet in his gestures my heart tripped a little. I closed my eyes. "Richie?” At the sound of the question in my voice Richie stopped his hands, “what darlin’?” I sighed, “my name’s not Stacey.” His soapy hands slid down my legs before moving me under the spray of the water to rinse me off, “I know.” I ducked my head under the spray as I sputtered, “you know? How do you know?”

He chuckled, “the hesitation when you started to say your name last night back the venue. I knew you weren’t being honest. Care to tell me what it really is?” He stepped under the spray of the water and all I could do was watch, watch as the water coursed across his hard tanned chest, ran in rivulets down his stomach, over his impressive cock, down his long legs. I felt myself reacting and as much as my body wanted more, I knew if anything happened this morning, it wouldn’t be like it had been.

When I brought my eyes back to his face he was smirking, “enjoying the show?” I felt the heat rise up my face, “absolutely.” He washed quickly and shut the water off, “you didn’t answer my other question. Are you going to tell me your real name?” I stepped out and grabbed two towels, handing one over my shoulder to him, “it’s Stephanie.” I watched in the mirror as he stepped out behind and me and we dried ourselves off. “Now Stephanie is a beautiful name darlin’, why would you lie about it?” I wrapped my towel around me and sat on the commode. “It’s not that I don’t like my name, it’s just that it is also Jon’s daughter’s name and I didn’t want him to get weird about it.” Richie nodded thoughtfully, “I guess I can understand where you’re coming from, especially after last night.”

We finished and he went to find some clothes as I got dressed. I pulled my jeans on, deciding that my g-string was better off in my purse. I had just adjusted my bra and was shaking out my shirt when Richie poked his head back through the door, “here, you can wear this.” He handed me his shirt from the night before. “It’s not nearly as wrinkled.” I started to protest but he stopped me, “It’s the least I can do after all you gave us last night.” I took the shirt, “thanks.” He disappeared again and I could smell the faint aroma of coffee.

I bundled my towel-dried hair up on top of my head and buttoned Richie’s shirt before heading out to the living area. I paused by the bed where Jon was still sleeping. I ran my fingers lightly across his upper back and pressed a kiss to his cheek before I left the room.

I found Richie sitting at the table near the window, the sunlight streaming in, enhancing the golden red tones in his hair. I sat across from him and picked up the coffee he had poured. He watched as I added sugar, not blinking an eye when I added the third spoonful. I shrugged, “I like it dark and sweet.” He just smiled, “me too.” I nodded, “I know.” He shook his head, “I forget, you fans know everything.” I smiled, “this one knows a bit more than others now I think.” He laughed, “absolutely. Come over here.”

I went around to his side of the table and he pulled me down onto his lap. “Last night was amazing darlin’ but you need to know Jon and I, we haven’t…, well let’s just say it’s been a lot of years since we engaged in activities together like we did last night.” I looked at him, “I never have Richie. Last night was a first for me. You and Jon made my very favorite fantasy come true last night. Thank you.” I kissed his cheek and stood, “I should probably get out of here. I’m sure you have more important things to do today than sit here and make small talk with me.” He grabbed my hand, “at least let me call you a cab. You’re car isn’t here, you rode with us last night, remember?” I nodded, that was one car ride I would never forget.

As we waited we chatted quietly, not wanting to wake Jon. When the concierge called to let us know that my cab was here Richie walked me to the door, kissing me gently. He seemed reluctant for me to leave but I knew I couldn’t stay. “Bye Stephanie darlin’. I hope we meet again.” I kissed his cheek, “you never know Rich, we just might.” I left him staring after me, wondering, I hoped, at my parting words.

I had tickets for a show the following week, again front row. This Cinderella story may not be over yet.

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Chapter 5

As the tremors subsided I rolled off Richie and curled up next to him. I felt eyes on me, but I couldn’t even summon the energy to open my own, let alone ask why or what. I felt the bed move and knew Richie had gotten up. I curled into the pillows, trying to catch my breath. I felt a hand on my knee caressing gently. Oh God, they couldn’t want more already, could they?

The soft honeyed voice was unexpected, “are you all right baby?” I cracked open one eye and saw eyes as blue as the summer sky looking down at me. I nodded my head, “yeah.” I felt the bed dip again and another gentle caress across my skin, “we didn’t hurt ya did we darlin’?” I shook my head and opened my eyes, “no, not at all. I just need a minute is all.” Jon smiled, “how about something to drink?” I nodded my head, “that would be great. Thanks.” I watched as they both pulled on their pants and left the room.

Gingerly I eased myself to the edge of the bed, testing my legs to see if they could still hold me up. With slow careful steps I stumbled to the bathroom before I collapsed to the floor. I laid my head on my knees and tried to comprehend what had just gone on in the room on the other side of the door. I shook my head at the insanity of it all and, drawing in a deep breath, I pushed myself up off the floor. I wasn’t about to waste another minute of what was left of the night.

I wandered back into the bedroom and snatched Richie’s shirt off the floor. As it settled around my thighs I did up a few buttons and headed toward the voices I could hear in the other room. I found the two of them in the living area, Richie on the sofa and Jon in the chair. There was a bottle of water and a glass of wine on the table. I presumed they were for me so I sauntered over, picked up the bottle of water and settled myself on the sofa next to Richie. He wrapped an arm around me and I could feel his fingers alternately toying with my hair and caressing my shoulder. I emptied the bottle of water and set it down before resting my head against his shoulder.

Jon was looking a little lost way across the other side of the coffee table so I motioned him to join us on the couch. He sat on the other side of me and I could feel the heat of him through the light material of Richie’s shirt. I felt his hand on my leg as Richie tilted my face up to his. He really has the most incredible brown eyes. His mouth came down on mine, softly, sensuously kissing and tasting. Jon’s hand was slowly creeping higher, under the hem of the shirt as he nibbled on my neck and shoulder.

I let my hands wander up and down Richie’s chest, stroking the smooth tan skin and toying with the hardening nipples. The buttons on my shirt fell open and there was a hand at my breast tugging and stroking as another hand nudged my legs apart and stroked my again aching core. I pulled my mouth from Richie’s with a groan as two fingers slid inside me. Jon, with his free hand, turned my head toward him and his mouth was hot and hungry on mine.

With maddeningly slow strokes and the occasional caress of his thumb across my clit, Jon continued to torment me. His mouth moved down my neck, tracing circles with the tip of his tongue. My back arched off the sofa as Jon’s thumb traced lazy circles again and at the thrust of my breasts, Richie dipped his head and took one rosy hard point into his mouth. I closed my eyes and my head fell back against the back of the couch, the exquisite agony of what they were doing to me was overwhelming.

When Jon pulled his hand away I nearly cried. “Why… what… why?” I was so close and he stopped. “Just wait baby.” Jon stood as Richie pulled me over closer to him, I was splayed across his naked chest. I pressed my mouth to his shoulder and his neck, tasting my way to his mouth. I could feel him growing hard under me, the bulge in his jeans pressing against me. I changed my position and sat astride his lap, rubbing against him as our mouths met in a hungry kiss. I let his lips go with a moan as I felt his fingers skim across my stomach and linger lightly on my clit before slipping into me.

I felt Jon move up behind me, gently pulling me from Richie, denying me my release once again. “Why?” was all I said as he tugged me back to the bedroom, Richie following close behind. “Just a little longer.” He climbed up on the bed, sitting against the pillows and beckoned me to follow. “Come here baby.” I took a step forward and he grabbed my hand, urging me onto the bed and up between his legs.

I lifted my head and pressed my lips to his, kissing him slowly before nibbling my way down his neck and across his chest. I teased his nipples with my tongue before kissing my way across his stomach and running my tongue up the hard length of him. With a last glance up to his face I lowered my head, laving across the tip of him with my tongue before slipping him into my mouth. I heard the muttered “God damn” as I slid my mouth all the way to the base of him and back again.

As I slid my hands up Jon’s thighs to his hips I felt Richie move up behind me. I pulled my mouth from Jon and looked up at him, “don’t stop” he ground out. As I took Jon in my mouth again I felt Richie’s mouth nibble up the backs of my thighs. When his tongue slid into me I groaned and Jon’s hips bucked up, causing me to take him deep in my throat.

When Richie pulled his mouth away from me I tried to lift my head but Jon’s hand in my hair kept me at my task. I had him deep in my throat when Richie pressed into me from behind. I groaned and sucked hard, causing Jon to arch from bed as he came.

With long, slow thrusts Richie pushed me closer to the relief I so desperately needed. With a final kiss I released Jon and turned my head to look at Richie over my shoulder, “harder” was all I said when his eyes met mine. Richie gripped my hips, hard enough to leave marks and pumped into me. I felt Jon’s hands move to my breasts, kneading and tugging. I was so close. I slid a hand from Jon’s hips and down to touch myself. As I pressed and circled my clit my climax slammed into me. As a last “Holy God” was drawn from me I clamped down around Richie, pulling him into his own orgasm before we collapsed in a heap on the bed.