Chapter 111 - Like a Lollipop

“Ahhhh….okay….” Cate sighed as she slid her hands up his abdomen to his chest, tracing the neckline of his tank. Suddenly she felt very, very naughty.

“Fantasy ground rules…” She looked demurely up at him, her eyes sparkling under her lush lashes. “The leather pants stay on. And so does the bandana. You look too damned good in ‘em.”

“Shit. Guess that was a tactical error on my part,” Jon chuckled. “I was hoping you would want me out of these pants!” He gave Cate a silly little grin. “But then again, I’m not sure I could get ‘em off without help, anyway. I don’t remember them being this tight last time I wore them.”

Cate laughed heartily, Jon joining her. He slipped his arms around her waist and smiled down at her as she trailed her fingertips through the soft hair on his chest.

In the background another song started to play, another of Cate’s favorites. She smiled blissfully and couldn’t help but pulse her hips slightly against him, in time with the beat. The music stirred her passion, and she felt her inhibitions slipping away. “Mmmmm….I love this song,” she sighed as she started to hum along with opening notes of “Love and Affection.”

“Then let’s dance,” Jon murmured. He began to move with her, rocking his hips in time with Cate’s. She started to sing along, her voice a soft, smoky purr. Jon smiled down at her as she gazed seductively at him while she sang, the lyrics giving voice to her desire.

You got the fire, baby, I got the heat, can you handle it?
I got the time, baby, you got the need, oh surrender it
Oh, it's a passion crime with a danger sign, oh, can you handle it? Yeah
I’m just another girl, you’re just another man, it's just another night
Whoa, whoa yeah

Keeping the beat, Cate turned in Jon’s arms so that her back was to him. Jon placed his hands on Cate’s hips and continued to sway to the beat with her. Cate’s soft hair tumbled down against Jon’s almost-bare chest and her firm buttocks brushed against his thighs as she rocked her hips to the music.

“Mmmm….” Jon hummed into her hair as he felt his cock stiffen against its leather bindings. Hearing his response, Cate smirked and leaned back slightly, making fuller contact with Jon’s body.

Jon chuckled throatily and slipped his fingers under the waistband of Cate’s jeans. He slid them gently along her warm flesh to the front, then deftly undid the button. He felt Cate draw in a breath as he pushed the zipper down a couple inches.

She pressed her ass back even more firmly against his crotch as Jon slipped the fingers of one hand inside her panties, gently caressing her warm mound. He slid a finger into her soft curls and found her warm and wet.

Cate reached behind her with both hands, grasping Jon’s ass and anchoring him to her as she continued to rock to the music. She turned her head to look back at him, a little smirk on her lips. He gave her a naughty smile back.

Cate winked at him then leaned forward, pulling her body away from his. Jon’s hands slipped away from her as she spun to face him, raising her arms above her head and tossing her hair as she danced backward, away from him.

“Yeah, Baby… dance for me.” Jon growled throatily, watching her spin and sway.

Cate shimmied back over to Jon and slid her hands up his chest, to his shoulders. “Sorry, Darlin’… jacket’s gotta go.” She pushed the denim jacket back off Jon’s shoulders and down his arms, catching it before it fell to the floor.

Still grooving to the beat, Cate spun and tossed the jacket across the room, where it landed across the back of the curved sofa. She turned back to Jon and reveled in the sight of his exposed, muscular arms.

Jon had stopped dancing when Cate pulled off his jacket, and he stood watching her, his eyes gleaming. She was free, wild, uninhibited. He hadn’t seen her like this before.

Cate continued to dance, spinning around and rolling her hips, shimmying her shoulders and sweeping up her hair, all the while shooting Jon sexy little looks and smiles. Jon felt his pulse race at the thought of what would happen when she was done dancing.

Jon moved over to the dinette between the kitchen and the living room. He pulled a side chair away from the table, carrying it with one hand back to living room. Cate watched him with a sly smile as he placed the chair in the center of the large, open space between the curved sofa and the bedroom doors, then lowered himself onto it, slouching backward so that his buttocks rested at the edge of the seat.

Jon stretched his leather-clad legs out comfortably, a slight bend in his knees, his thighs parted invitingly. He raised his arms and laced his fingers behind his head, flexing his biceps, then smiled seductively at Cate.

Cate’s step faltered at the sight. Dear God, I’m gonna cum right here and now… she thought desperately as she felt the flush of heat between her thighs.

She gave Jon a sultry smile and danced over to the sideboard as the song neared its end. She quickly popped open two icy-cold Coronas, squeezed a lime wedge into each, and sashayed over to Jon as a new song started to play, this one a loud, pulsing rock tune.

Cate handed Jon a beer, then took a gulp of hers. She heard Jon start to laugh, and glanced at him. He was shaking his head and grinning embarrassedly.

“What?” Cate asked, confused. Then it registered…the song. A wide smile spread across her face as she understood. It was Alice Cooper’s “Trash,” with backing vocals by none other than a young, hot Jon Bon Jovi.

“Oooooohhh…” she growled delightedly. “You HAVE to sing. And say it, at the end.”

Jon returned her suggestive look. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” he smirked. “You dance, I’ll sing.”

Cate nodded and took a long pull of her beer, then set it on the sideboard. She began to dance again, this time bumping and grinding to the driving beat. You want a show, Baby…you got it! she thought, grinning wickedly. She moved closer to the dangerously sexy man sprawled on the chair, as he watched her with hungry eyes.

She stopped just in front of him, her hands going to her waist. Cate slowly drew the zipper of her jeans down to the bottom, then hooked her thumbs into her waistband at her hips, pushing the denim lower to reveal the lacy sides of her black thong. Cate started to swivel her hips in lazy circles, turning slowly as she drew the jeans down her hips. She heard Jon sing the harmony to the first chorus of the song, his voice a gravelly growl.

I love the way you look
You're such high class tramp
It's not the way you touch me when you... yeah
You're daddy's dream, you're a peach in cream
And you're ripe at last
But when you hit the sheets you just turn to…. trash

His raspy voice excited her even more. Still grinding, Cate let her jeans slide to the floor and stepped out of them, kicking them deftly aside without losing a beat. She heard Jon groan and saw him shake his head appreciatively as he leered at her firm, round ass, her shapely cheeks separated by the thin black lace strap of her thong.

Cate gave him a devilish smirk then danced closer, moving up between his knees. Still swiveling her hips in a figure eight, she slowly lifted the hem of her maroon tank top, revealing her flat stomach.

Looking Jon directly in the eye, she drew the shirt up over her head, uncovering her satiny leopard-print bra. She tossed her top aside and shimmied her shoulders, leaning forward so Jon got an eyeful of cleavage.

“God, Baby…” Jon sighed. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Cate was stripping for him! His eyes roamed over her body, taking in every inch of flesh as his leather pants grew almost unbearably tight.

The strap of Cate’s bra slipped off her shoulder, and Jon’s eyes lingered on her heart and dagger tattoo. He licked his lips hungrily and trailed his gaze down to the Slippery brand on her hip. He set his beer bottle on the floor and gripped the sides of the chair seat, as if hanging on so he wouldn’t slide off.

“Those aren’t the words,” Cate teased. “I’m dancing, you sing.” she commanded. She writhed a bit closer, so she was straddling Jon’s right leg.

She smirked again as she saw his cock straining against the supple leather of his pants. We’ll have to do something about that pretty soon… Cate thought as she started to grind against Jon’s thigh.

As she slid against the smooth, soft leather, Cate almost cried out, she was so aroused. She leaned forward a bit, so that her tits were in Jon’s face. He grinned and planted a smacking kiss on her right breast before she pulled back and waved a finger at him, shaking her head. Naughty boy. Jon shrugged and continued to sing his harmony to the song.

Cate slid off Jon’s leg and turned around, straddling his left thigh and leaning back against his chest. Jon eagerly moved his right hand to the inside of her thigh and drew it up between her legs, trailing his fingers over her hot, wet core.

He slipped his left hand under her bra to tease the stiff peak of her nipple then quickly undid the front catch, releasing her breasts. He heard a little “Ohhh!” escape her lips as her breasts sprang free and he cupped first one, then the other in his hand.

After just a moment—not nearly long enough for Jon – Cate slithered back down his thigh and away from him. She stood again and continued to rock her hips as she shed her bra and tossed it aside. Cate raised her hands over her head and shook her hips a little harder, making her breasts bounce tantalizingly in front of Jon as she sang along with Alice and company.

Whatcha want, whatcha want, whatcha want, I got it….
Whatcha want, whatcha want, whatcha want, I got it….

“Say it, Baby!” she urged him.

Jon laughed hoarsely then looked directly into her eyes. On cue with the end of the song, he grinned, then growled, “If my love was like a lollipop, would you lick it?”

“Oh yeah, Baby.” Cate grinned back.

She danced forward, between his legs, leaning down over him and grabbing his waist. Cate placed a rough kiss on his warm lips, turning her head from one side to the other as she tangled her tongue with his. Jon kept his hands on the sides of his chair, enjoying Cate playing the aggressor. She sucked his bottom lip into her mouth then pulled away, letting it slide from between her teeth.

“Damn, woman,” Jon groaned. “Yet another secret you’re keeping from me. I had no idea you were a lap dancer,” His eyes sparkled.

“Just for you, Baby,” she answered with his earlier phrase, giving him a wink.

Cate moved gracefully over to the sideboard and picked up her beer, taking a long gulp. She realized her skin was slick with perspiration, from her dancing and from her arousal.

She looked over at Jon and saw that he had his head tipped back, his eyes closed as he drew in and blew out a couple deep breaths. The tails of the scarf he had tied around his head trailed down the back of the chair, and a little smirk turned up the corners of his mouth. His Adam’s apple bobbed enticingly as he raised his beer to his lips, eyes still closed, and took a long swallow.

Cate’s eyes moved down to Jon’s pants. Her fingers itched to undo those laces, to unwrap the package inside. Too bad, really – he was truly perfection in that painted-on-leather. But, all good things must cum to an end…