Sitting in the airport bar, his hat dipped low covering his eyes in hopes of shielding his identity from curious onlookers as he drank his Gray Goose and cranberry juice. The plane was delayed yet again and the only place he felt comfortable waiting away from the stares that his appearance in the public areas of the airport caused was the bar. Sipping on the drink as he contemplated his trip he noticed a woman absently licking at the creamy center of a chocolate, her pointy little tongue darting from between unremarkable lips as it tasted the soft center and then retreated into her mouth to savor the sweet.
Having caught his attention, he leisurely took in her appearance from beneath the rim of his Stetson, aware she couldn’t see his eyes watching her. The woman had no resemblance to his type, her hair was darker, perhaps streaked, it was hard to tell in the low light of the bar. Although it appeared she had a nice rack on her, it wasn’t anything like that of either of his recent ex’s. His age, maybe a bit older, certainly not a young woman, yet she held herself like one that experienced life and was contented in it, knew who she was and liked herself. Yet another difference between the mystery woman that captured his attention and those he found himself in relationships with. Another lap at the cream and he could feel his body responding to the little bit of tongue flicking in and out. She was slightly rounded too, not hard and toned, more like someone that had to fight her weight constantly, thinking about it he could call her well curved. No, certainly not his type, yet he was drawn by the sight of her and the little box of chocolates she was slowly and deliberately decimating one creamy centered chocolate at a time.
Time, he glanced at his watch, yeah, he had time, nearly another hour to kill before they’d even call to start loading. She glanced down the bar towards him and seemed to be checking him out as he had her. It may not be the case, yet he was willing to find out. Unfolding his long, lean legs, he stood and lifted his drink to the bartender before he strode over to where the woman had resumed her annihilation of the box of chocolates in deep, focused contemplation. “Mind if I join you?” It sounded as cliché as it was, but when she shrugged, he pulled out the stool next to hers and sat. “Couldn’t help noticing the way you were intent on the candy.” Up close he saw that her delicate, long fingers had traces of chocolate on them, a sudden urge to lick it off of each of her neatly painted deep pink nails sent shivers down his spine.
Negligently she acknowledged his comment without answering. Returning her attention to the handful of small perfectly formed candies in the box and then seemingly noticing for the first time that chocolate melted on her fingers, she sucked one into her mouth and he groaned deep in his throat, barely able to stifle the sound or his urge to yank it from her strangely tantalizing mouth to lick the sweet confection off for himself. Battling with his baser instincts and brutally forcing his desires down wasn’t easy, yet she’d not even said a word to him. “Do you realize how erotically you’re eating those?”
Her head jerked around, fire lit her deep brown eyes and words were poised on her lips until she lost herself in the dark, chocolate depths of his eyes and could almost read his thoughts. Licking off one more digit she wasn’t entirely certain she could speak. She’d known who he was the moment he sat down at the opposite side of the bar, known it before she heard that voice order a drink, known it without the hat being dipped low and more obviously known it when she read his shirt. If the man was anything he was a contradiction. Wanted and protected his privacy with the ferocity of a mama bear with cubs, yet wore clothing in public that had his name emblazoned across his chest. He also wore a coat so the tattoos she wanted to finger were covered, the tour ended so the hair trinkets were gone and was traveling so his chest was covered, but there was something so endearingly sexy about him that she wanted to take him right here on the bar. “Smooth line, Sambora.”
His startled reaction quickly turned to an easy smile, one she’d seen many times both on stage and in person. “Thought you might approve.”
“Have a chocolate.” Delicately removing one from the box, she offered it, placing the confection in his mouth as he closed down on her fingers, eliciting a gasp from her lips. Not expecting that reaction from herself.
Satisfied, he held her hand and sucked the chocolate remnants off of each of her fingers, before sliding forward and kissing her sweet lips, tasting the decadence of the moment and the shiver of heat as it rose from within her. “You taste inviting.”
“You sir, are mistaken.” Snickering when he leaned forward again to steal another kiss that she hadn’t intended on allowing and yet melted into him as if she’d never been kissed before the first time and was doing the same this second. His mouth was amazing, talented didn’t describe it, talent was what he did on stage with his guitar, voice and that talkbox. This was entirely different. She never expected he would single her out, there were beautiful women dotting the bar and in her opinion, she was plain. Yet this incredibly sexy man, this international rock star slash guitar god was kissing her into insanity. His soft, full lips and tongue that was invading her mouth exploring and tangling with her own were more than she could have envisioned. Losing her breath to his heated enticement, she gave in to what he was offering, her fingers sliding into all that full, dark hair that begged for touching. His hands were strong against her back holding her tightly, she was vaguely aware of his hat tipped to shield both of their faces from the curious eyes.
“Ahem, excuse me, but you two need to find a room.” The bartender’s indelicate comment bringing a bright red flush to her cheeks.
Slapping a bill down on the bar, Richie gathered her things and urging her towards the exit without asking if it was what she wanted to do. He wanted her, that was all there was to it. Something about this particular woman had him itching for action. She hurried along behind him, he had her purse and chocolates, her plane ticket and all of her possessions, if for no other reason she had to follow. His stride was long, he wasn’t even looking back and still could feel her rushing to keep up. There was a hotel attached to this airport, one he could access from the airside they were currently in and where he was now headed.
Panting as she attempted to keep up, she finally blurted out “slow down!”
His single-minded intent on getting his hands on her body without witnesses had clouded his mind, somehow forgetting the diminutive size of the woman. “I’m sorry.” Stopping then he waited for her to catch her breath, wondering what insanity was in charge of his brain. She wasn’t beautiful in the way of Hollywood starlets or even leading ladies, but something about her had hold of him. “Better?” She was now breathing normally.
“Where exactly are we going?” Grasping for her purse and the chocolates that he still held and allowed her to retake.
Pulling her against him in the center of the hallway, he dipped his head and kissed her again, this time it conveyed all the desire he held for her “somewhere private”. He refused to admit he was going to a hotel room with her, even to himself. It was out of character and he wasn’t going to give either of them time to dwell on that.
Shaking out the cobwebs she smiled tentatively, “that works”. It wasn’t in her to have flings, hell, the last time she’d had sex was well over two years ago but to break her celibacy with this man? Why the fuck not? Stumbling on behind him, she saw him flash a card at the guy standing behind a desk as they entered the swanky hotel within the airport and keep on going. Then he stopped in front of a door and swiped the card and they were inside.
Surveying the room, she dropped her purse and the chocolates on the desk by the door and walked to the window and looked out over the bustle of people racing down the corridors of the airport. Nervous about what they were about to do, she spun around to find him standing directly behind her, just two heartbeats away. “This is...” His lips were on hers and stole the words from her. Every fiber of her being gave in to the heat of the kiss, the scent of his cologne, the feel of his solid, hungry body against hers.
She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, his arms were already around her, his fingers splayed across her back, moving as their kiss deepened and she lost herself in the haze of passion heating them both. Fingers, long fingers were cupping her bottom, stroking against the soft fabric of her chamois pants. Their mouths melded into a dance of tongues and need. A groan escaped and neither could tell whose it was, yet both yearned for more of this. Zippers flew, buttons opened, bare skin was exposed and hands, both his and hers touched fevered flesh. His mouth left hers, skimming down the soft column of her throat, her head thrown back whimpering as her core melted and she could feel the quivering of her thighs waiting for what would come next. She held onto him, afraid if she let go she’d wake from this dream as it wouldn’t happen in her dull, uneventful life.
Long fingers cupped her face then, his mouth was back on hers again leading her towards the bed. Uncertain how she’d become naked so easily with this man, she followed, hungry to have him between her legs, inside her body and damn the consequences. Lowered onto the bed, she looked up into the darkest of brown eyes shimmering with passion and trusted him instinctively. Richie removed the last of his clothing and followed her down onto the bed, his cock throbbing with the need to be buried inside her. Taking her mouth with his, he captured her breasts and stroked, massaging them as he tweaked her jewel hard nipples enjoying that her breasts filled his hands with a softness that he’d never find in Hollywood. The land of the silicone implants. She groaned out his name, feeling her liquid center oozing down the insides of her thighs. A small whimper escaped when his hands were replaced by that mouth she’d been watching for so long working on his talkbox and now it was on her breast, working her nipple. Splintering into a kaleidoscope of sensations when his thumb stroked her clit and two of those amazing fingers found their way inside her creamy center. Nothing had prepared her for the joy of being played like his guitar, nothing compared to being the instrument of his passion. Gasping after a half dozen mind-numbing orgasms provided by his mouth and hands, she watched with glazed eyes as he sheathed himself in latex and prepared to enter her. The power of his arms as they balanced him over her was inspiring. The feel of his thick, long shaft entering her, stretching her, easing into her passage brought the sound of her heartbeat roaring back into her ears. He was everything she’d heard and more. The rhythmic invasion and retreat built until she could take no more and screamed his name as she flew to the heavens and dropped into the blackness of her little death.
Richie was overcome with the intensity of his orgasm, never in all the years he’d been sexually active had he felt like this. There was a connection he couldn’t deny and was loathe to admit he didn’t even know this woman’s name. Laying half on and half off the soft womanly curves of her body, he watched as she slowly returned to awareness. Kissing her gently then, he smiled “that was amazing. Thank you.”
Smiling back up at him, she just nodded in agreement. Seeing that it was darker through the window, she glanced at the clock. “I missed my flight.” His return smile told her he’d missed his too.
“We can catch later flights.”
“That we can.” She snuggled closer to him content to enjoy this moment.
Richie pulled her tighter. “By the way, what’s your name?”
Chuckling then, she replied “it doesn’t matter”. It was the last thing he heard before he drifted off to sleep.
