Vacation Of A Lifetime
Setting her suitcase down Lucia crossed the room and opened the window. She was on vacation. A hard-earned, well deserved vacation at that. After moving from Chicago to Arkansas and working virtually non-stop and then losing her job, she decided that she needed to get away. Now, here she was at an all inclusive resort in St. Barts. Breathing in the ocean air she crossed back to her suitcase and dug for something more appropriate for the weather than her traveling clothes.
Clad in shorts and a strappy tank top Lucia poured herself a glass of the complimentary wine and stepped out onto the balcony. The view was beyond description. The sky was so blue it hurt her eyes to look at it and she couldn’t tell where it stopped and the ocean started. The beach was pristine white sand that stretched on as far as she could see and there were just a few people dotted along the length of it. She’d take a long walk and let the sand sift between her toes tomorrow. Right now, she settled herself on the chaise, sipped her wine, closed her eyes and smiled, she had a whole week to do nothing but this if she so chose.
When she opened her eyes again the sun had moved and sitting up, she realized someone was in the room next door. The balcony door was open and she could hear a man’s voice coming from inside, catching only bits and pieces of what she assumed was a telephone conversation, an angry telephone conversation. “I’ll be home in two weeks.” “Don’t start that now.” “Fine, good bye.”
Lucia stood and started for her door when the man stepped out onto his balcony, guitar in hand. She looked over and for a minute was sure she was hallucinating. It couldn’t be Jon Bon Jovi in the room next door, it just wasn’t possible. Was it?
Scurrying inside she sat down on the bed. Ohmygod, ohmygod, she had her hands clasped in her lap and she was rocking back and forth, okay, just calm down Lucia, she told herself. If she stayed calm she might not make a total ass of herself. Standing, she took a deep breath and walked back out onto the balcony and nearly cried. He was gone. With a sigh she went back inside and headed for the shower. It was nearly dinner time, maybe she’d see him in the bar.
Jon had disappeared back into his room when he realized he wasn’t alone on the balconies. He caught a glimpse of what had to be an American woman in the room next to his. Even though he liked what he saw, he didn’t want to deal with her if she was a fan – and judging by the wide-eyed stare he got before the woman scurried back into her room, she was a fan.
He had come here to escape from real life, not be thrust back into it. When he had booked the resort, he had done so for his entire family. When he got home from the last tour to find his wife’s things packed and stacked in the foyer, he changed his reservation from a villa to a suite. Now, he regretted giving up the villa.
Sighing, he laid his guitar back into its case, and checked his watch. It was only 4:00. The bar should be empty. Maybe he could knock back a few in peace before dinner.
Walking into the bar she found an empty stool and sat down. Looking around she didn't see him, but maybe it was too early yet. She had taken care with her dress and hair, hoping for even just a glimpse of her neighbor. She ordered a mojito and settled in to her stool, turning to face away from the bar. The bar overlooked the beach and had French doors that opened out onto a large patio that was scattered with tables and chairs. Lucia watched people stroll the beach while she sipped her minty concoction. When she had drained her glass, she turned back to the bartender to order a refill. As she turned, she saw a flash of blue t-shirt out of the corner of her eyes. Her step faltered when she registered the mop of tousled blondish hair and the ice blue eyes.
"Fucking A," Jon muttered to himself as he came into the room. He saw the woman at the bar, the same woman from upstairs. And by the "just swallowed a bug" look she had on her face, she recognized him. He had to give her credit though, she was staying in her seat and trying to look anywhere but in his direction. He couldn't just turn around and walk out. Not only would that be rude, but dammit, he wanted a drink. Jon strode to the bar. "Jack and coke, please." He signed his name on the check and took a stool several away from the woman's.
"Fuck me," Lucia whispered to herself. She was hoping for a glimpse, not to have him park his fine, tight ass right there practically right on top of her. She wanted to talk to him, to start a conversation, but she had no idea what to say. She had overheard his conversation on the balcony, so she knew he was in a pissy mood. She figured the last thing he needed was some woman fawning over him. She signaled for the bartender to bring her a refill, and stayed quiet.
Jon looked at the only other patron in the bar. Her tank top was tucked into denim shorts. He followed the line of her legs down to her feet, and chuckled when he saw the Bon Jovi flip-flops on her feet. He tracked back up her body to her profile. Long brown hair cascaded over one shoulder, hiding her face from view.
When the bartender delivered Lucy's drink, she asked for the bar menu. Jon smiled and asked for a menu too. Casting him a sidelong glance she gauged his mood before finally garnering the courage to ask him a question. She also took a fortifying gulp of her drink. "So, are you enjoying your vacation so far?" At his crooked eyebrow she realized what she had asked and wished for the floor to open up and swallow her. "Forget I asked that. I think I need another drink. This one's empty." She drained her glass and set it gently on the bar. Turning her flaming face away she reached for her bag and started to slip from the stool. She'd just go back to her room and hide for the rest of the week.
Even though he hadn't wanted company, he set his now empty glass on the bar and got up, stopping her with a hand on her arm. "Would you like to have a bite to eat with me?" Lucia stopped, not sure if she should accept or not. She could see that his smile was tired and didn't quite meet his eyes. She also saw a little bit of loneliness in his face.
"I'd love to," she said, smiling shyly at him. She offered her hand. "I'm Lucia," she said.
"Jon," he answered, shaking her hand.
Lucia laughed. "Yeah, I know," she said.
Jon smiled, "I figured as much."
Together they walked back and sat down; they perused the menu, deciding on the fresh seafood sampler plate. While they were waiting for it to arrive, Jon asked her general questions about where she was from and what she did, and Lucia found herself telling him about her move from Chicago to Arkansas, moving in with a friend that she had met through the band (she blushed at that a little, feeling strange bringing up the band with him) and looking for a job.
Jon signaled the bartender and ordered them each a refill. "So Lucia, what brings you to St. Barts?" She took the offered drink, pulling the small straw into her mouth and taking a sip. Jon tried to ignore the tug in his gut as he watched her pretty glossy lips pucker around the straw. She glanced at him finding his eyes trained on her. "I'm on vacation. I figured I earned it after the year I've had."
He nodded, he could understand the need to get away. "Yeah" he told her with a smile, "I figure I earned mine too." She laughed, she had been to more than a couple of shows on the tour, she couldn't disagree. Before she could say anything the bartender set their food in front of them.
"Let me know if you need anything else" he told them before stepping away.
Jon waited a beat before picking up a shrimp. "Care for a bite?" he asked, offering the succulent coconut covered delicacy to her.
The alcohol bolstering her courage, Lucia leaned in. "Sure," she said as she opened her mouth and waited. He hesitated for the briefest moment, what the hell he thought and placed the shrimp in her mouth.
They took turns, feeding each other bits of shrimp, oysters and scallops, their fingers the preferred utensil of choice. The plate was nearly empty when Jon took the last ring of calamari and slipped it over the tip of his index finger, offering it to Lucia. "Last one darlin', want it?" She nodded and gripped his wrist, bringing his finger to her mouth, her lips closing around it, dragging it slowly out of her mouth as she slid the fried ring off his finger.
Jon's eyes closed at the contact with her sweet mouth. His dick leapt to attention. Down boy, he thought, but Lucia didn't miss the darkening of his eyes. She hadn't yet released his wrist, and picked up a napkin. "Need to wipe your hand clean," she said, and wrapped her fist around his finger, using the napkin to pull the moisture away from it. She released his hand then, and used the corner of the napkin to daintily dab at the corners of her mouth. Eyes shining wickedly, she asked, "now what?"
Jon shrugged. "I have no plans. Was just gonna bum around the beach, I guess."
"Huh," Lucia answered. "Me too. I hate making extensive plans on vacation." She giggled. "Where's the relaxation in that?"
Jon didn't say anything. Usually things were planned out to the nth degree. Taking things by ear sounded like a great idea. In fact... He looked at Lucia. "Would you care to bum around together?"
"Absolutely," she answered quickly. Too quickly, she thought, and blushed. "Uh, meet you back here?"
Jon shrugged again. "Sure. Say half an hour?"
"Sure."
Lucia waited until she was out of the bar then slid off her flip flops "FUCK!" she cried when she saw which ones they were, and ran for the elevator.
Up in her room, she took a quick shower, making sure everything was smooth and perfect. She added a big, floppy hat, sunscreen and a big towel to her beach bag, and was back downstairs with 5 minutes to spare. Jon was already waiting for her.
She stopped dead when she saw him. He had on dark blue swim trunks, slung low on his hips. The generous V of his hipbones made her mouth water. Scanning down his tanned hairy legs, she groaned at the sight of his ankle tattoo, and admired his strong feet clad in rubber thongs. She tracked her eyes back up his body and her eyes widened at the short-sleeved shirt he had thrown on like a jacket, leaving it completely unbuttoned. His abs and six-pack were chiseled perfection, and they flexed as he breathed. He held a rolled up towel in one strong fist, and a ball cap dangled from his finger.
He could tell that even through the dark lenses of her sunglasses, she was checking him out. When she finally managed to drag her gaze to his face, he gave her a wide, bright smile.
Shit, she thought, busted.
Jon looked his fill too, though he hadn’t yet donned his shades. Lucia had changed out of shorts and a tank into her swimsuit, and had covered it with a loosely woven mesh dress. Through the holes, he could see generous breasts caressed by a hot-pink bikini top. The juncture of her thighs was covered in a matching hot-pink triangle. He tried very hard to pull his gaze up to her face, but he was distracted by her shapely legs. They tapered off to delicate feet that were in thongs not unlike his own. "Decide on different sandals, did you?" he quipped, as she approached. He leaned in to buss her cheek, and Lucia felt heat rush to her face. Other places as well, but her face was obvious.
"Yeah, well..." she trailed off, not sure what to say. "Uh, where to?"
"Why don't we head out to someplace more private than the resort's beach." He smirked. "I've been here a time or two, and know some great, quiet places."
Lucia nearly laughed. "I just bet you do" she muttered as they headed back through the bar and out the doors to the beach.
They ambled along the expanse of white sand, the waves crashing against the shore just short of their feet and every time their hands bumped between them, Lucia felt the shock all the way up to her shoulder. She could hardly believe she was walking with the man who had been the star of nearly every fantasy she had ever had. Casting a sidelong glance at Jon she couldn’t help but notice his mood had changed. His face wasn’t as relaxed as it had been, his mouth was set in a grim line.
“Are you okay?” Lucia didn’t think he’d talk to her about whatever was bothering him, but she had to give him the option.
Jon stopped walking and turned to look at her. The anger he had felt earlier had been festering and as hard as he tried to tamp it down, obviously some of it had snuck out. “I’m fine Lucia, just some shit at home I’m trying to deal with.” He reached out and took her hand, “come on, what I want to show you is just up ahead here.” They walked on, hand in hand, the warmth from her chasing the anger from him, replacing it with a need he hadn’t felt in a long time.
When they stopped again Lucia looked around in wonder. The cove was beautiful with its rocks and foliage shielding it from view. Jon led her around and down to a small fall of water and tiny beach.
“Oh! This is beautiful!” she exclaimed. It was on the tip of her tongue to add, “how did you ever find this place,” but she figured she probably knew the answer, and didn’t want to hear him talk about his wife.
“I’ve always thought so,” Jon answered, staring at the waterfall, apparently lost in thought.
Lucia gave him a lingering look, then headed closer to the water. She took the oversized towel from her bag and spread it on the sand. Jon still hadn’t moved. She pulled her cover-up over her head and stowed it in her bag. Jon still hadn’t moved. She waded in to the bath-water-warm sea and groaned.
“Come on in,” she quipped. “The water’s great.” Lucia didn’t wait to see if he was following, but took off swimming with long, sure strokes toward the waterfall.
Jon watched her from the beach. He appreciated how she wasn’t chattering at him; how she seemed content to do her own thing without crowding him. He shook his head. Here he was on a pristine, private beach with a beautiful woman, and he was glad she wasn’t crowding him. What the hell was wrong with him?
He knew the answer to that, but didn’t want to waste any time thinking about what was going on at home. He dropped his towel and shirt, kicked out of his sandals, and ran for the shore.
Lucia was watching Jon from across the water. She couldn’t quite make out his features, but did see the moment when he decided that whatever was bothering him wasn’t going to take the fun out of the day. She nearly drowned herself when she saw Jon shrug out of his shirt, and watching him run, albeit only five or six steps, made her blood sing. He splashed into the water and dove under, heading straight for her.
He came up for air and shot a stream of water out of his mouth, hitting Lucia in the face. She sputtered and splashed at him, and the two of them burst out laughing. She dunked him and took off across the water, but he caught her ankle before she got too far.
Pulling her in close to him, he chastised, “That wasn’t very nice, Lucia.” The sound of her name on his lips was pure heaven. She just stuck her tongue out at him. He darted in and sucked her tongue into his mouth, and darted away before she could register what just happened.
“Sorry,” Jon said, “I just couldn’t resist.”
Lucia was blushing furiously. “You didn’t hear me complain, did you?”
Jon chuckled and shook his head. “Nope. You didn’t try to drown me again, either.”
Lucia laughed. “If I wanted you drowned, you’d be drowned. I was just playing.”
“What other things do you like to play?” Jon asked, his voice getting husky.
“Oh, all kinds of things.” She winked at him and started swimming back to shore. Her heart was pounding a mile a minute. She managed to get back to her towel without tripping, which she thought was a friggin’ miracle. She put her sunglasses back on, combed out her hair, and quickly braided it, rolling the braid up to tuck under her hat. She looked back at Jon, who was still treading water, and looking a bit shocked that she swam away from him.
“When you get a minute,” she called, holding up a small, brown bottle, “I need some help with my sunscreen – that is, if you don’t mind.” She lay down on her stomach, set the bottle of Coppertone in the sand next to her, untied the strings on her bikini top, and waited. Her heart was pounding. She knew full well the sun was too low to do any damage; she wanted to see if the hint of promise she heard in his voice was just that, or if it was just a tease.
Jon waded to shore, stopping to sluice the water from his hair and his chest before dropping down next to Lucia. He picked up the small bottle and set it in her bag, "it's late enough in the day darlin', I don't think you need that." He trailed his fingertips across the smooth olive skin of her back, leaning to taste the drops of water that had collected at the small of her back. Hearing her slight moan and seeing the goose bumps break out along her skin urged him on. He kissed his way up her back, tasting each ridge up her spine. At her nape, his tongue slid along ever so lightly, earning him another moan.
Lucia lay with her head on her arms, eyes closed trying to remember to breathe. His touch was so light it was driving her crazy. When she felt him remove her hat and kiss the back of her neck, she couldn’t stop the purr. He licked his way over to her ear, and Lucia was just about to flip herself over and tell him she was his for the taking. His warm breath at her ear stopped her. "Roll over darlin', let me see you."
She opened her eyes and nearly got lost in his cerulean ones. "What?" Could he read her mind now?
He kissed her ear again, stroking the delicate shell with his tongue. "Turn over baby, I want to see you."
Holding his gaze and the top of her bikini to her she did as he asked and waited. Jon stroked his fingers down her neck, caressing her collar bone, resting his fingers on hers where they held the scrap of hot pink against her chest. "Lucia?" She blinked and nodded, feeling his fingers slide the scrap of material away. "You're beautiful baby" he told her as he raked his gaze over her nearly naked form. As his eyes scanned her from throat to ankle, images from another time started to blur with the woman in front of him. Closing his eyes he willed them away along with the anger that had started to creep in. He opened his eyes, determined to concentrate on the woman in front of him.
The brief cloudiness in his gorgeous eyes didn’t go unnoticed by Lucia. Neither did the fleeting glimpse of anger. Feeling suddenly uncomfortable, she sat up, crossing her arms over her chest. “I think we should go back now,” she said softly.
Jon shook his head, partly to clear the remnants of his stray thoughts, and partly because he didn’t want to. “What’s wrong, Lucia?” he asked, trailing a hand down the side of her head.
She jerked away. “You’re clearly not into this,” she said. “And I certainly don’t need you faking your way through this.” She stood gracefully and turned away to tie her top back on. She swallowed back a sob, then turned back to grab the corner of the blanket, and look at Jon. “Would you mind getting up?”
“Lucia,” Jon said, “you have it wrong, baby.” He stood, and Lucia could see the front of his trunks tented by his erection. “I am very into this, into you.”
“Then what was that look all about?” She dropped the edge of the blanket and threw up her hands in exasperation. “You looked me over and your face closed up. You looked pissed and...and sad.”
Jon inched closer to Lucia and took her hand. “It has nothing to do with you. It was just a little ancient history kicking me in the head, that’s all.” He slid his hand up her arm to her shoulder and behind her neck. He toyed with the strings on her bikini top. He tilted his head and pouted a little. “Forgive me?” He blinked rapidly and Lucia had to fight against a smile.
She lost.
The smile spread across her face, lighting her eyes. A sexy chuckle escaped her lips. “Does that look usually get you what you want?” She rolled her eyes at him.
He nodded and laughed, “Yep, pretty much. And right now,” he said, pulling her to him, so she could feel his erection against her stomach, “I want you.”
“So, I see,” Lucia answered. She reached up and untied her bathing suit top, pulling it from between their bodies, and letting it fall to the sand. “Fortunately, I want you, too.”
Jon growled and pulled Lucia roughly to him, flattening her breasts against his chest. The soft hair tickled Lucia’s nipples, making them pucker. Jon felt the hard little points pressing into him, and pressed his own hard point into her, making her gasp. He bent his legs slightly, so he could grind his cock against Lucia’s pink triangle, and her head dropped back in pleasure.
Jon carefully lowered Lucia down onto the blanket, and she instinctively opened her legs to cradle him with her body. He fit himself into her, and let her feel the thick ridge of muscle throbbing against the juncture of her thighs. He braced himself on his hands, and stared into her eyes as he stroked against her. Lucia tried to keep eye contact, but the pure pleasure of the friction between them had her eyes unfocusing and drifting closed.
She tried unsuccessfully to suppress a shudder of ecstasy, and Jon chuckled. “You like that, do you?” he asked needlessly. “You enjoy the friction?” Lucia just nodded slowly. “Wouldn’t the friction feel better if it were on your skin instead of through this damned bathing suit?”
With shaking hands, Lucia pulled at the strings at her hips, letting them hang loose at her sides. “I’ll bet it would,” she whispered. She wound her arms around Jon’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He obliged happily, stroking her tongue with his. He shifted off her so he could lay the bikini bottom open. He broke the kiss for a moment to look his fill of her.
“You’re beautiful, baby,” he said to her again. He slowly extended a finger and ran it down Lucia’s body, starting at her chin. It trailed lightly over her neck, swirled around her breasts, dipped into her belly button, then disappeared into her body.
Lucia gasped and arched her back. Jon groaned at the feel of her muscles working his finger and the wetness he found. He added a second finger, and the orgasm hit Lucia, making her convulse and spasm around him. He leaned down to suck a pert nipple into his mouth, and Lucia screamed out. He kept up the gentle pressure and the slow stroking until he felt her start to crest a second time, then he stopped.
“Wha – why – you stopped!” Lucia complained.
“I did,” Jon said, smiling. “I want to taste you when you cum,” he said simply.
“Oh God,” Lucia moaned, watching the evil smile creep across Jon’s face.
“No baby,” he said, “it’s just ‘Jon’.”
He scooted down the length of Lucia’s body until his mouth was mere millimeters away from her throbbing, aching pussy. He blew on her overheated flesh, making her arch on the blanket. He stretched out is tongue and grazed the tiny bundle of nerves that was peeking out from her curls. Lucia’s legs widened, encouraging, almost begging him, to take her.
Jon bent Lucia’s knees and draped her calves over his shoulders. He used his thumbs to spread her wide, and drove his tongue deep into her. His teeth grazed her clit, and made her scream.
So he did it again.
He swirled his tongue around inside her, and kept up the gentle nibbling on her clit. Lucia’s hands fisted into Jon’s thick hair, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer. The sensations bombarding her were intense; almost too intense to handle. When she felt the numbness in the bottoms of her feet, she whispered, “Oh God, I’m cumming, Jon. Sweet fuck, I’m –” All coherent thought flew from her as she was awash in sensation. Still, Jon did not let up, bringing her up and over again.
Jon smiled and, with a final gentle kiss on her quivering core, crawled up to lay beside her, his head propped on an elbow. Lucia instinctively turned toward Jon, reaching for his swim trunks. She kissed his chin and along his jawline, taking her time and savoring each kiss. Her fingers quickly loosened the tie at his waist and one small hand snaked under his waistband to grip his cock. She stroked him slowly but firmly, and he dropped his head to the blanket, rolling onto his back.
Lucia slid her hand out and pulled at Jon’s trunks, urging him to lift his hips.
He complied.
“Oh my sweet lord,” Lucia whispered under her breath. Jon had laced his fingers behind his head, and his body was shown off to its best advantage. Reverently, she traced the muscles of his pecs, reveling in the feel of the taut skin pulled across hard muscle. She flicked a fingernail over each flat, brown nipple until they were hard little points on his chest. She traced each ab in his six-pack, and levered up on her knees to lick along the deep V of his hipbones.
She smiled when she saw that the thatch of hair at the end of his pleasure trail was the same color as on his chest. Very sexy, she thought. She hesitantly licked the underside of his cock, from root to tip, and his taste was intoxicating. The sea salt mixed with his musk was amazingly erotic, and the scent of him was something she’d remember forever. She licked him again, this time sucking just the tip of him into her mouth. With lip-covered-teeth, she ran her mouth up and down his length, sucking hard on the tip when she came to it. Gently, Lucia weighed his balls in her hand, letting them roll between her fingers. She could see the muscled in Jon's tanned legs start to clench, and she added her hand to his shaft, pumping and sucking him greedily.
Jon stopped her with a gentle tug on her braid. “Not that I’m not enjoying the hell out of this, but I want to be buried you, Lucia. I want to fuck you stupid right here on the beach. But...” His voice trailed off as he realized he didn’t have any protection with him.
Lucia smiled and dropped a kiss onto his cockhead. “Leave it to me,” she said. She reached into her bag and pulled out a small foil packet.
“Confident, were you?” Jon asked, teasing.
“No,” Lucia answered honestly. “Just hopeful.”
She tore the package open and sheathed him, rolling the condom down slowly. She climbed onto his thighs and slid herself along his length, coating him with her juices. When she felt his tip teasing her opening, she slammed down onto him, hard, grinding herself onto him. She set a grueling pace, rising and falling hard and fast, and she felt the tremors starting again. Three more strokes and she was making him moan loudly.
“Fuck, Lucia, this is never gonna last long if you keep doing that.” He flipped them gently, and rose up on his knees, bringing her ankles up to his shoulders. He pulled out nearly all the way, and rammed home, letting her feel his entire length inside her. He pulled out again and again pushed roughly into her, making her head loll to one side. For long minutes, Jon teased her this way, pulling out only to fill her again. He reached down to pinch and pull at her nipples, the added sensation making her squirm.
“Jon, I – ” she broke off as he abruptly dropped her feet to the sand. She planted them and spread her knees wide as Jon’s hands came down on either side of her head. He kissed her deeply as he pummeled her, his hard, fast strokes growing more powerful with each one. He felt her start to tighten around him and broke the kiss.
“Let it go, Lucia,” he crooned in her ear. “I know you want to, let it go.”
With a long, low groan, Lucia did let go of her control, and succumbed to the orgasm. She grabbed his biceps and rose her hips frantically in time with his thrusts, trying to prolong the tingles and drive him over the edge. It worked on both counts. Lucia started to see spots dancing in front of her eyes, and she could no longer scream out. The only noises that came from her mouth were little mewling sounds like those of a newborn kitten. Jon rode out Lucia's final wave, her tight clenching prolonging his own release. He came for what seemed like minutes, the pumping feeling like it would never stop. When Lucia started to giggle, Jon smiled.
"Mission accomplished, then?" Jon asked, kissing Lucia's breast. She squeaked at the contact and tried to shy away.
"Yeah," she chuckled. Her laughter turned to a moan when Jon tried to pull out. "Not yet," she said. "You'll kill me for sure."
"I don't want to crush you," Jon answered, and rolled them so Lucia was sprawled across his chest. "So," he said, as his hand traced a lazy path up and down her spine. "How long are you in St. Barts?"
"Just got here today," Lucia answered, "and I've got my room booked for a week. You?"
"Been here a week already, but planning to stay at least another two." Lucia made a non-committal noise, and Jon continued. "Would you be able to extend your vacation?"
"Perhaps," she answered. "I'm not sure if the resort is booked next week, but I don't have anywhere in particular to go. I have to start my job hunt when I get back; one more week won't hurt anything."
"If it is booked, and you're comfortable with it, you're more than welcome to share my suite," Jon said.
Lucia smiled.
This was surely going to be a vacation to remember.
~*~*~ THE END ~*~*~
