Ch 62 ~ In Plane Sight

Their first few days in London had been nearly idyllic, in Rachel’s estimation.  What about the routine of easy mornings working out, breakfast, coffee in bed and enjoying the company of her international rockstar man was less than perfect?  Naturally, Jon had certain press and other work obligations to attend to – namely the final mixing of the Greatest Hits album – but there had still been ample opportunity to spend time together and see many of London’s sites in the process.

Even the shows had been enjoyable, despite Jon’s continuing to ask for input on the setlist only to ignore it.  The crowds were appreciative of the band’s performances and not overly insane when it came to throwing themselves at Jon’s feet.  It had gotten to the point that it was almost amusing to Rachel, but she did wonder what went through his mind when he got flashed a set of bare breasts by the random zealot.  She would have to eventually ask him about that.

At any rate, those pleasant, relaxing days and enjoyable shows meant that she wasn’t dead tired after tonight’s show, even though it was past midnight.  In fact, she was the polar opposite of dead tired.  She was practically bouncing in her seat like an excited Chihuahua as Jon took his place beside her on the aircraft and fastened his safety belt. 

“You sure you don’t mind us going to Paris ahead of everybody else and spending a couple of days?” he teased as he leaned back in his seat.

Latching onto his hand and squeezing tight, she pinched her eyes shut with excitement and practically squealed, “I can’t believe we’re on our way to Paris!”

He chuckled and returned the squeeze.  “I’ll take that to mean you don’t mind.”

“Mind??  Excited out of my mind, maybe!”

“I’m actually looking forward to it myself.  There’s this huge antique place where I wanna take you.  I have a feeling you’ll find some things there that you like for the house – if we could possibly need anything after all the shopping you’ve already done.”

Rachel purposefully disregarded his subtle barb about the money she’d spent thus far.  It wasn’t the first time.  This morning, he’d remarked that she had now completely obliterated the cherry of her black credit card and could stop any time now.  She’d ignored him them, too. 

“Are you talking about the antique flea market?” she asked enthusiastically.  “Because I read about that in my tour book and it looks fabulous!  And, speaking of my tour book, did you know there are two and a half million rivets in the Eiffel Tower?  Two and a half million!!”

“You and that fuckin’ book,” he groused and pinned her with a direct look.  “Do you remember what happened the last time you started quoting it to me?”

Rachel met his look head-on without flinching.  She remembered. 

In very vivid detail.

He had bent her over the chair in their hotel suite and done unspeakable things to her – delightfully unspeakable.  Things she wouldn’t mind him doing a time or two – or forty-eleven – more.

“Hell yes, you remember!” he guffawed.  “And from the look on your face, you’d like me to do it again.  What the hell?  Is this gonna be your new version of foreplay?”

“Geez, you have such a one track mind.”  She grinned innocently, even as she was forced to shift in her seat, crossing her legs to allay the throbbing that had commenced at the memory.  This might actually be the perfect time to broach the subject she’d been thinking of earlier.  “Is that because you’re insatiable, or because you have thousands of horny bombshells at your feet every night?”

He shrugged.  “I’m not any hornier than the next guy.”

“Then that means all those half-dressed and dressed-but-flashing-their-boobs women do something for you.”

Again, he shrugged.  “For most guys, myself included, there’s the conquest factor – you wanna tap as many girls as you can.  Honestly, though, the one night stands get old.  And, arrogant as it may sound, when there’s at least half of the twenty thousand women in the room who’d be willing to let me drag ‘em off to bed…  Well, that’s hardly a conquest.”

“So you’re never tempted to ‘tap that’ anymore?”

Jon dropped his hand to her thigh and squeezed before leaning in with a steamy, lingering kiss.  The warmth of his breath made her lips tingle when he whispered, “I’d rather tap you.”

“Now?” she breathed, with a delightful shiver working its way from her lips, to her neck and dancing delicately down her spine. 

There was a muffled metallic ‘clink’ and her seatbelt went lax at her waist.  “Sounds like the perfect way to spend our flight.”

He had no more finished the sentence before his own seatbelt was unclasped and she was hauled into his lap.  Their chests were flattened against one another as he crushed her tight and slanted his lips possessively over hers. 

Each flick of his tongue made Rachel’s clothes feel a little more constrictive.  Heavy.  In the way.

“Mmm,” she groaned approvingly when his callused fingers slid beneath her top, scraping deliciously over her ribs, where the skin was tingling with anticipation.  That groan fell into a deep, deep moan when masterful thumbs slipped under her bra, pushing it upward to free her now-aching breasts.

“Will anybody walk in on us?” she breathed when he whipped the top and bra both over her head. 

“If they do, they won’t stay and watch.”  

From the way that he growled, she knew that it was true.  No one would dare.

Palming her breasts, he lathered them with kisses and loving nips while her fingers ravaged his hair.  The sensation of the individual strands tickling her palm only heightened the fever that was building inside of her.  Her hands slid down the sides of his face, the five o’clock shadow inciting her further. 

“You know how I love a little scruff,” she purred. 

His response was muffled against her breasts, but it was easy enough to make out.  “Y’like it better between your thighs.”

Rachel sucked in a sharp breath.  Yes, in fact she did.  The times he’d left her inner thighs rosy with whisker burn were highlights in Rachel’s sex life. 

“Mm-hmmm, but this is a little too open for that.  Besides,” Her hips ground down onto his burgeoning erection as her fingers dipped to grapple with his belt buckle.  “I’m too impatient for that.  I want you buried inside of me, stretching me and stroking me until I think I’ll explode.”

“Fuuuck yeah!”  He roughly released the button on her jeans and set her on her feet long enough to remove them and his own pants.

“Shirt, too.  I want my fur fix.”

The suddenly offensive shirt was stripped and thrown to the other side of the cabin.  There wasn’t enough opportunity for it to hit the floor, before his arms hooked around her like a vise so that she was forced to fall forward onto him when he fell back into his seat.

“Careful,” she chuckled softly, rearranging the appendage that had speared her tummy.  “You don’t wanna break my favorite toy.”

“Baby, I’d love for you to try and break it.  Starting right…”  He expertly planted her on his lap in such a way that his hardness split her so perfectly that she gasped.  “Now.”

“Ohhhh, you’re good at that!”

“Years of practice.”

Rachel gave his nipple a sharp tweak at the same time she shifted her pelvis to create a magical friction.  “Do I seriously have to ask you not to bring up other women when your dick is in me?”

“Your wish is my command as long as you bring me up.”  His sexual innuendo was accompanied by his fingers digging into her hip in a fierce grip and a forceful thrust of his hips.  “Because yours is the only pussy I think about anymore.”

He pressed against her g-spot before withdrawing and hitting it again. 

“Bullshit,” she called his ‘romantic’ bluff, not really caring.  The words were still enough to make her wet.  “I’ve seen the women that throw themselves at you.”

His hold over her hips grew more ferocious.  “So?  They wanna fuck a rock star.  You wanna fuck me.  Big difference.”    She was beginning to grow dizzy with his expert manipulation.  “You’re a phenomenal lay.”

Laughing, Rachel pushed her nipple into his mouth, keeping her tone light despite the mushy, gushy swelling in her heart.  He’d rather have sex with her than those hoardes of bombshell beauties.  If that wasn’t about fifty shades of arousing, you were as frigid as a block of ice, and Rachel wasn’t even close to frigid. 

“Hey rockstar, why don’t you do something with your mouth besides talking before you ruin this for me?”

After muttering an affectionate, “Bitch,” Jon happily obliged and offered nothing more than hot pants, moaning, groaning and straining until they were both sweaty and completely sated.

“I love you, yanno,” she mused contentedly, resting her head on his shoulder as they regained their breath. 

“Back at ya, baby.”

She was just about to close her eyes for a moment when something caught her eye.   A burst of energy that Rachel didn’t know she possessed had her bolt upright on his lap, pointing toward the window.   It was still some distance away, but…  “Jon!!” she gasped.  “Is that the Eiffel Tower?”

“Damn,” he mused, completely unalarmed and without the jolt of energy that had found Rachel.  “Wonder how that got there?”

With an unimpressed snort at his sarcastic humor, she disentangled their limbs and leaned across for a better look.  How many times was she going to fly into Paris with the Eiffel Tower lit like a beautiful, dazzling, shining torch.  She needed a picture!

Rachel disentangled their various body parts and scrambled for her cell phone, kneeling naked – and uncaring – before the window so that she could capture the moment.  Forget that the picture would probably turn out blurred and fuzzy – she was taking a picture with her mind as much as the camera.

“Ohmygosh, it’s positively stunning!”

Also unbothered by his nudity, he did the obligatory leaning forward to check the view.  “Yeah, it ain’t half bad, is it?”

“You know what it just reminded me of?”

“What’s that?”

“Lauren.  My parents brought her an Eiffel Tower nightlight from their Paris trip.  It wasn’t as beautiful as the real thing of course, but she adored it right up until Tyler threw a stuffed animal across the room and broke it.  The only thing that comforted her – and kept her from killing her brother – was Nick promising to bring her here for her high school graduation trip.”

“She had a fascination with Paris just like her mama, huh?”

“Mm, it seems so.  I’d forgotten all about it until just now, but she would’ve flipped for this view.”

A warm hand settled on her shoulder before comfortingly rubbing across her back.  “I knew it was gonna be worth the headache of getting special clearance to fly this close.”

Her head spun around, inquisitive eyes seeking out his face.

“You did that for me?”

Gentle fingertips grazed her cheek and he looked at her with nothing less than pure adoration.  “Welcome to Paris, Rach.”