LV

Frédérique snapped her face up in astonishment and found Richie motioning towards her on the bed.

“No, lay back”, she commanded softly after reacting and then she started crawling on the bed towards him, lowering her body to allow her nipples and braids to brush past his feet, legs, thighs and stomach until she reached his mouth to press her lips against his, which instantly parted to allow his tongue to enter and explore her mouth. She was on all fours: her knees were placed in the space between Richie's legs, her hands in the space between his arms and his sides. Richie softly clasped her head with his hands but then immediately turned them over so the back of his fingers gently stroked her cheeks first, then her neck and over her shoulders to finally travel all the way down her back. Richie’s erection pinned Frédérique’s stomach so she pushed it down with her hand, then stroked it flat against his stomach with her palm, before letting the hand continue its travel upwards, pressing firmly along the track of his sternum. After braking the kiss her lips were entertained placing soft kisses on his forehead, under his shaggy fringe, while Richie’s hands landed on her ass and started gently kneading her firm flesh.

“Mmm…baby, you drive me crazy, ya know that?”, Richie whispered, his eyes closed as she placed two soft kisses on each of the eyelids, then on his temple and finally a series of kisses down his nose, moving on to his cheeks, along his jawbone and the cleft of his chin. Once there, she licked it and purred against it.

“You’re so yummy”.

Then her tongue pressed against his Adam’s apple before starting lingeringly and moistly kissing his neck, paying equal amount of attention to each side, specially below the earlobes, where she let her tongue flick against Richie's impossibly tasty and soft skin. He collaborated by lifting his jaw up to allow her more access while he let the back of his left hand glide up over her right side until it reached her breast, then her pebble-hard nipple, flicking it and pressing it between his curled fingers. She moaned against his collarbone, where her lips were busy licking and nipping, her hands moving from his pecs to his biceps.

Frédérique moved a little bit backwards while her mouth covered every available inch of Richie’s shoulders, her warm breath making his skin release large amounts of his intoxicating masculine scent, which sent shivers down her spine and into her very core. She sat on her heels, keeping her torso horizontal. Her hands reached for Richie’s and entangled their fingers so she could support herself on her arms while her cheeks, nose and lips alternated to brush all over his chest and ribs, which together with her loose strands of hair and the braids, produced goose bumps to form on Richie's skin, his breathing to become quicker, and a slight glow of sweat to cover his body.

Frédérique licked and nuzzled on the patch of soft fur around his nipples, then flicked her tongue against them before drawing circles around them with the tip. She slightly sucked and nipped at them one at a time until they became so hard and sensitive that Richie hissed with each of her ministrations. His hands still holding Frédérique`s, Richie opened his eyes and pushed up so she would straighten her torso and he could look into her hooded eyes, a sexy small pucker forming naturally on her rosy, glossy lips.

“You’re so beautiful, Richie”, she breathed.

As reply, he couldn’t help but pull her closer again for one hot, firm, kiss that made his cock jump and her inner walls tense and lubricate, both their whimpers resonating into each other’s mouth. She pulled apart and let go of his hands to move further back to the foot of the bed and sit on her heels again, this time taking his foot with both her hands and litfting it up to her mouth. Richie’s hands now rested on the duvet, gently squeezing and stroking the soft fabric to ease the urge to touch Frederique’s skin, which was now beyond his reach. She slightly sucked each toe tip and then lowered the foot so it brushed and flicked her hard rock nipples. Richie involuntarily curled his toes to get a grab of them but she pulled the foot apart and made a face of mock reprimand.

“Don’t be a rebellious piece of dessert”, she ordered mischievously before lowering his foot to rest on her shoulder. She repeated the procedure with the other foot and breast. Then started leaning forward, planting a trail of kisses on the inner side of his legs while she purposely breathed against the skin to ruffle the fur that covered them. Richie's legs gently slid over her shoulders as she moved forward. When he felt his feet touch the mattress again, he kept his legs flexed up by her sides, while she tended to his inner thighs, sending one after the other bolt of electricity to his crotch. Frédérique’s mouth watered in anticipation at the sight of Richie’s shaft: it was so hard by now that the veins under the delicate skin were visibly pulsing, the head glossy, red and tight as a ripe plum. He repeatedly growled throatily, trying to keep calm and letting Frédérique take him beyond his known realm of pleasure.

“Jesus, Fred...baby”, Richie groaned when he lifted his face up, his breathing now heavier, his muscles tensing in anticipation of what he knew was about to come, bids of sweat tripping down his skin in different parts of his body. She then encircled his shaft with one hand to massage it up and down, splaying the other over his stomach and letting her lips attack the soft skin of his lower abdomen. Richie moaned deeply and reached for her head, then clasped it with both his hands and lifted it up, observing for a few moments the heavy breathing that came from Frédérique’s parted, wet lips. They locked eyes and he let his hands glide down to encircle her braids. About halfway down, he gently pulled them, directing Frédérique’s mouth to the head of his cock.

But instead of taking him in his mouth, an evil smile formed on her lips, and she tilted her head and wrapped her lips around one side of his shaft, allowing her tongue to press against it as she slid her mouth up and down his length, her hand encompassing the movement of her lips. Her clit was so swollen and hot it burnt and stang, and she thought about using her hand to release some of the pressure, but she knew that if she did that, it wouldn’t take long before she had an orgasm, and Richie’s pleasure was more important to her now  than her own.

Richie’s husky whimpers made it impossibly challenging for Frédérique to keep control, and Richie tried to keep his by gritting his teeth and clenching his jaw.

Richie’s reactions caused Frédérique’s mouth to become more demanding, ferociously kissing his hard cock up and down, while Richie’s hips bucked up rhythmically against her lips, his fingers threaded in her hair. When she was finally done kissing and licking every part of his length, she swiftly took the head in her mouth, sucked and lifted her face, making Richie’s cock to stand straight up vertically so she could lower her head to take him all the way into her mouth until she felt the pressure against the back of her throat. She swallowed to ease the pressure and recognized the distinct taste of his pre-cum. After waiting an instant, she let it slide back out slowly, her tongue snaking left and right to further massage his shaft. Richie moaned deeply and hissed with the effort to keep himself from grabbing her head and fucking her mouth with all his might. She took him in again, and quickly let it slide back out of her mouth once more, never letting the head come out, always pressing with her tongue all along the way.

“Come on, baby” he pleaded in a gasp for her to increase her tempo, looking down at her and gently scraping her scalp.

“I haven’t had enough yet”, she told him with a thick, deep voice, loaded with lust and desire as she looked up into his eyes, the warm puff of air as she spoke feeling like a burning flame when it hit the sensitive head of his dick. Then she continued sucking hard, letting her tongue play freely against the now soaked skin of his dick. She encircled it with both her hands and kicked up the pace of her rhythmical movements, her wetness spilling out of her in thick drops. Richie whimpered heavily again, then released her head and raised himself on his elbows, letting his head fall back, taking a fistful of duvet fabric in his hands, his lips parted, abs clenched and deep groans flowing straight out from his throat as Frédérique continued savoring, grazing, licking, stroking and kissing his dick until she felt she was about to come. She paused for one second to regain composure and get some air, but Richie hastily sat up, making her interrupt her task and sit straight up. Her jaw dropped when her eyes met his lustful stare. Before she could even react, he grabbed her hips and pulled them up, then closer to him while he simultaneously crossed his legs until she finally landed on his rock hard cock. He slickly entered her with a grunt, their bodies sticking together because of their sweat, producing a sharp, whiplash sound,  their mouths clashing in a voracious kiss, tongues pressing against each other, lips sucking and teeth biting.

“Oh my GOD, Richie!”, she was able to break the kiss and yell as Richie mercilessly slammed her hips against his, but she hardly had time to accommodate her legs around his waist before her orgasm shook her to her very core, so she could only manage to clutch his biceps, her nails barely able to sink on his rock hard muscles as she scraped over each of his tattoos.

At the same time, Richie’s own orgasm shattered his conscience. “Sweet Jesus, Freeeeddd…AAAHHH”, he grunted through clenched teeth as he pressed his sweaty forehead against hers, both breathing heavily and warmly against each other’s lips.

Their moans and groans continued for long moments as they exhausted their long, hard orgasms.

Once their muscles relaxed, he dropped on his back, taking Frédérique with him. More heavy breathing followed, becoming more normal after a few minutes. Then Richie finally let out a husky, satisfied chuckle.

"Best dessert", he breathed with raspy, thick voice. "Ever".

LIV

After taking a shower Richie and Frédérique took the elevator downstairs, where they kissed lingeringly. Once in the lobby they parted ways: Richie exited through a secondary entrance and Frédérique walked out the main one - it was Frédérique’s suggestion that they should go to the restaurant separately in order to avoid being photographed together by either the fans or the paparazzi gathered outside the hotel.

It was hot and sunny, so Frédérique decided to wear a pair of olive, linen, high-waist shorts (the linen belt tied up in a bow); a tight, sleeveless, Mao collar white shirt with zipper instead of buttons (which she left unzipped just enough to show some cleavage) and cream, platform peep toe sandals with ankle strap. She also took with her the Hermés brown leather handbag that Richie had given her as a welcome present and she wore her hair in two loose braids that hung to the front over each of her shoulders.

Frédérique was the first one to arrive at the restaurant, which was rather simply decorated and basically unpretentious, but Frédérique promised Richie it was the best Greek food joint in all of London. It was set on a rather quiet little street off the tourist circuit and she remembered having eaten there more than once when she spent some time in London preparing for her English exams. They ate lazily, had a couple of shots of Ouzo and Richie could confirm Frédérique’s opinion of the place, but most of all he appreciated being able to experience this kind of undiscovered but surprising places. It made him feel normal and carefree. She always made him feel like that.

“Would you like to have something for dessert?”, asked the waitress when they were finally done.

Richie looked into Frédérique’s lustful eyes.

“Nope”, he answered with a smirk, without taking his eyes off Frédérique’s.

On his way back to the hotel Richie had come up with all sorts of naughty stuff to do with her cute girlish braids, what had already made his fly uncomfortably tight. He found her waiting in front of the elevator, silently scanning her surroundings and taking in all the architectural details. She was so lost in it that Richie’s arms around her waist startled her a bit. He kissed her cheek.

“Goin’ up, gorgeous?”, he asked seductively against her ear.

“I was thinking about going down”, she teased, “but I’ll go wherever dessert is going”, she giggled and the elevator’s doors opened. They walked in, barely able to wait until they closed back for their lips to meet for a fiery kiss. However, the doors slid back open.

“Is there room for one more?”, asked Jon without waiting for their answer and walking in.

It took them a moment to react, but they finally managed.

“What’s up, bro?”, asked Richie as he released his grip of Frédérique’s hips, freeing his right hand and fisting it to meet Jon’s fist in the air.

“Jeez…dontcha know you need to press a button to tell the elevator which floor to go to?”, joked Jon with mock lack of patience and pressed the button. All three of them chuckled and then Richie told him about the restaurant they’d just been in and passed the suggestion to his friend. Jon couldn’t help but cast a couple of glimpses on Frédérique’s legs, sponsored by the fact that neither Richie nor Frédérique herself paid much attention to him as they shared steamy glances. The three of them were still doing some small talk when they walked out of the elevator and started walking towards their respective suites. Once in front of Richie’s suite Jon asked, but Richie recognized the imperative tone.

“Got five minutes?”

“Sure”, he answered as he looked apologetically at Frédérique. She nodded silently and he gave her a loud smooch, then gave her butt a quick pat before continuing his walk down the corridor towards Jon’s suite. Jon was already walking in.

Around twenty minutes later Richie finally made it to his suite and, walking in, he instantly perceived bluesy notes coming from the bedroom. He recognized it was a riff he’d taught Frédérique before traveling to London. He felt a warm rush wash over him as he walked toward the door. Frédérique was playing his Sand nylon-string guitar while seating on the ottoman that lay by the foot of the bed. She was barefoot, one leg was folded and tucked underneath her, the other one hanged to the floor and swung slightly to the rhythm.

When she heard Richie walk in, Frédérique immediately stopped, but Richie encouraged her softly with a little smile that carried a hint of satisfaction.

“Go on, sounds good”

As Richie relished in the vision in front of his eyes, he took off his military green jacket with camouflage sleeves. He motioned to sit by her, but she did some encouragement herself.

“Go on, I like my dessert with no wrappings”, she commanded seductively as she looked into his eyes, arching one eyebrow, her fingers still producing the same bluesy tune.

He smirked naughtily and proceeded to silently take off his boots, then he threw them to one side. His eyes were still locked with Frédérique’s, the mere fact that he was the one that elicited that desire made his blood sizzle. When he reached for the hem of his burgundy T-shirt, Frédérique interrupted him.

“Slowly”, she ordered, hardly able to contain the smirk threatening to curl her lips. She involuntarily licked her lips as Richie slowly uncovered his stout stomach, then his perfect pecs and finally eased the T-shirt over his head, his biceps twisting sculpturally even with the slight effort. He chuckled softly when he heard her lose a beat.

“Now pants. Off.”, she told him, but realized she couldn’t continue playing, she wanted to give his glorious body full attention. “Slowly”, she reminded him firmly but huskily, then rested the guitar against the bed and unfolded her leg so now both feet rested on the floor, legs slightly spread. As he unbuttoned and unzipped his black leather pants, she, in turn, began to slowly unzip her shirt to expose her pink lace bra. Richie let out a soft moan of appreciation at her gesture and gave his black leather pants just enough persuasion along his trim legs so they bunched at the ankles. His cock visibly throbbed when Frédérique took off her shirt and undid her bra, lips parted at the arousal Richie’s naked body produced. Richie’s pulse started kicking up as he finished walking out of his pants. Frédérique spoke again, her voice thick and husky.

“On the bed”

Richie smirked devilishly and shook his head.

“My turn to watch now”, his voice was deep and throaty as he walked over to her, took the neck of the guitar with one hand and used the other to pull Frédérique up from the ottoman and close to his body. Her hard nipples together with her braids brushed against the soft skin of his pecs, making him tickle. He took her lower lip in his and she replied by brushing her tongue against his upper lip.

“Shorts. Off.”, he whispered his command against her cheek, then he released her grip of her arm and sat on the bed, leaning against the fluffy headboard with one leg folded under the stretched one, placing the guitar on top of him before starting playing another bluesy tune.

Frédérique felt a sizzling wave of desire run through her veins as she watched his delicate but firm fingers wrap themselves around the guitar neck and skillfully produce a sensual melody.

She puckered seductively and gently swayed her hips as she untied the bow of her linen belt, then undid the button of her shorts and lowered the zipper.

“Slowly”, Richie growled smirking sideways and slightly changed the position of the guitar to accommodate his building erection.

Frédérique conceded by hooking the waist of the shorts and lowering them just enough to show her pink lace panties. She swayed her hips a little more and pulled the shorts back up before turning her back to Richie. With one swift movement she bent over to slide the shorts down her legs and in Richie’s chest a moan rumbled – he could never get enough of that perfect ass. Being the guitar a perfect vehicle for Richie’s emotions, the notes coming from the guitar began to sound more demanding and anxious now, and  Frédérique found herself lost in the waves of desire that traveled up and down her body, her own arousal burning inside of her.

She closed her eyes as if in trance, lips parted, both her hands gliding over her breasts, her ribs, her stomach, then up to her neck, increasing her arousal as she imagined Richie's hands all over her body. She let her head fall back and a little whimper escaped her lips as the tempo and energy of the music increased, completely overtaking her. Her hands traveled back down to hook the waist of her panties, which required only a little pull down over the hips to hastily fall to the floor along her legs.

Then, the music suddenly stopped.

LIII

About half an hour after noon, Frédérique was on the elevator of the hotel, i-pod still on, on her way up to Richie’s suite after jogging and walking for the last three hours or so. She had just bumped into David and a handful of crew members in the lobby and greeted them. Jon was nowhere to be seen and judging by the time of day, he was probably still in bed or trying to get out of it. She had also bought a bottle of mineral water at a store near the hotel and gulped half of it while she stood on the sidewalk, on the phone with Alain to go over the final details of his, Thiage’s and both their girlfriend’s trip to Paris to see the show.

As she walked out of the elevator, taking her headphones off, all she could think of was a good shower and lunch…then some Richie for dessert. She stopped and hesitated: there were still some journalists outside Richie’s suite so she decided to go back downstairs and hang out with the rest of the band for a little while.

She pressed the call button and as she waited, putting the headphones back on and humming to Richie’s “Blood on the ground” – his voice in that song drove her crazy - she took a couple more gulps of water and stared at the details around the perimeter of the elevator door. She unconsciously swayed her hips to the bluesy rhythm. The elevator came back and she reentered it as she tried to put the cap back on the bottle, but her still shaky hands from the exercise couldn’t hold on to it properly, so it fell to the floor and she bent over to retrieve it.

“Hey Cinderella”, she heard Jon raise his voice so he was heard over the music, “If you’re looking for your sandals, I got them”. She looked up and there he stood on the corridor outside the elevator cabin: his usual jeans and boots, long-sleeved white T-shirt and sunglasses.

She contained a wry smirk. What were the chances?

“I didn’t know you were a high-heels kind of guy”, she replied as she straightened up and took the headphones from her ears. Jon threw his head back and laughed hoarsely, covering the infrared sensor with his hand so the door wouldn’t close back. She stepped back out of the cabin and Jon wrapped his arm around her neck to pull her close for a hug. “It’s good to see ya, Fred”, Jon flashed her the mega-watt smile and kissed her on the cheek.

"Oh, please I’m disgusting from my run”, she giggled and pulled apart, then nodded with a gentle smile. "It's nice to see you, too, Jon"

“I haven’t put them on. Yet. So ya better hurry before I change my mind”, he warned mockingly.

Frédérique flapped her hand at him and shook her head with abandon. “You were on your way out. Maybe you can resist putting them on a little bit more and give them to me later”. 

“Naw..I was just bored to death and I thought maybe downstairs someone would put me out of my mysery”, he rolled his eyes and spoke as he breathed out. “Want some coffee?”, he offered carelessly and tipped his head down the corridor.

“Sure”, she shrugged and nodded. “Why not?”

As they walked over to Jon’s suite and past Richie’s, Frédérique was relieved that everything was the same way as before: she and Jon were as comfortable and at ease around each other as always.  

Once inside, he started the coffee machine and as she waited seated on the loveseat, one leg folded underneath he, one arm along the backrest, she inquired about the shows. She already knew that they’d been nothing but awesome because Richie had told her, and Jon repeated more or less the same, only adding some new information here and there. He poured two cups of coffee as he continued talking and took the sugar. He frowned and looked at her: Frédérique silently raised her hand folding her thumb and pinky.

“What about you? What’ve you been up to these days?” he asked with sincere interest and sat by her side mirroring her pose, right hand holding the coffee cup and the other along the back of the loveseat so their arms were parallel but not touching. She took her cup and told him that not much had changed: just work, work, work. They both sipped from their coffees as they chatted. “I’ve been having some conversations with my bosses”, she told him excitedly. “After the museum certification is done, all the work I take from then on will be as free-lance”, she bowed her head. “That way I can work with more flexibility and perhaps focus on specific contests or tenders, I don’t want to be glued to the office anymore”. Jon held a quizzical look and she answered the unspoken question. “No, they don’t know yet. Not until the project is finished. Richie's friend knows we want to keep it down so he won't say anything to Leonard, either”.

When she finished her coffee, she took Jon’s wrist and twisted it to look at his watch: she’d been there for more than half an hour. Then she gently dropped it back on the back of the sofa.

“I’d better get going”, she stood up with a friendly smile. “Thanks for the coffee”. Yes, what had happened between them had never been meant to happen and she was glad they’d both put it behind them.

Jon stood up, too. “You’re welcome”, he replied kindly with a tight smile. She gave him a double peck on the cheeks before motioning towards the door.

But Jon captured her wrist. “Wait”, he ordered huskily.

She froze with disbelief at first, but then looked back and tried to add levity to the situation by smiling while she spoke with a little amusement in her voice. “Let me go, Jon”

He held her gaze. “I’ll let you go only if you promise to make him happy”, his voice held all that cockiness that was just…so him.

Frédérique chuckled softly, then spoke emphasizing with soft pulls of her wrist.

“Of course I will. Not because you command me to, but because I love him”, she told him calmly, with warmness in her voice. “And you will let me go because you love him, too”.

They stared into each other’s eyes silently for a few more moments and then Jon released his grip of her wrist. He didn’t expect anything different from her, but he needed to feel he had some sort of control, even if it was only the illusion of it.

“I care for both of you, Fred. But you already know that”, he told her. He could verify that there was no wall, but she wasn’t going to talk about it - it had never happened.  Telling her how much he wanted her was out of the question. And pointless - he’d have to keep that to himself until he could turn it into something else.

Frédérique took a step towards him for a hug and spoke with heartfelt voice against his shoulder. “Yes, I know”, she sighed in relief. “When you’re not playing Superman you can be the nicest guy...and I like Clark Kent the better”.

He sighed softly, pressed a little harder and gave her a smooch on the cheek. “You’re too sweet…ya haven’t seen me pissed off, yet”, he smirked and she chuckled softly - she’d missed that mock self-deprecation. “So ya better be a good girl, or I’ll have to spank ya”, he warned with mock sternness and she replied with a hoarse laughter before pulling apart.

“I’ll try”, she promised with a smirk. “I hear you can turn people to stone by just looking at them”. She gritted her teeth and faked a shudder.

Jon let his head fall back, exposing his prominent Adam’s apple, and let out a throaty chuckle, then he pulled his head back up and his lips tightened in a warm smile. He still wanted her, but it was Richie who was standing in the way between Jon and something he wanted, and that’s where he drew the line. Yes, he’d let her go. It was the right thing to do. And Jon always did the right thing. He was a strong man, and this time, for Richie’s sake, he wouldn’t let his dick get in the way.

He took her hand and placed a soft kiss on the back of it. “Friends?”, he asked against her skin, curling the corners of his lips upwards and raising his eyebrows. That was all he knew he could ask from her - that was as close as he could get.

She let out a little smile and squeezed his hand. “Of course, I’d be honored”, she agreed as she bowed her head and flexed her legs as a courtesy. There was a pause. “Goodbye, Jon”, she told him finally, with a gentle smile after lifting her head back up to look into his eyes.

“Bye, Fred”, Jon replied pursing his lips and releasing her hand. After she left, he closed the door behind him, took her sandals from the cupboard and walked again towards the door. Then he waited for an instant. There was a knock and he opened it, ducking his lips to contain a evil grin and keeping the sandals hidden behind his back.

“Now unless you’re planning on wearing them for the show tonight…don’t you dare dream you’re keeping my sandals”. Frédérique faked a reprimand.

“You’re welcome”, he couldn't contain his grin anymore, and he handed them to her. "I'm sure they look much better on your feet".

“Thanks”, she grinned and giggled. Then spun on her heels and walked towards Richie’s door. There was no one outside. As she opened it, she heard Jon’s door close behind her so she turned her head and watched him swaggering down the hall with one hand in his front pocket. She shook her head and chuckled softly when he looked over his shoulder and winked.

Then, he walked on. 

…

Frédérique found Richie alone, splayed on the couch, head on armrest, one foot on the floor and a leg extended along the seat. His other arm hung down holding his blue shades. He looked drained.

“Hello, handsome!”, she told him with a bright smile as she walked towards him, showing him the pair of sandals before carefully putting them on the floor next to the loveseat. “Can you believe Jon found them inside the elevator?”, she wrinkled her nose. He took her hand and pulled her down so she landed on top of him, then he kissed her.

“No shit”, Richie replied with amusement. After giving her another smooch, he motioned to sit back up: her energy had immediately boosted his own energy level up.

He put his lips against her neck and sucked slightly. “As delicious as you taste”, he hummed, “if I keep feedin’ on ya I’m afraid I’ll run outta ya too soon. Wanna go out for lunch?”.

“Sure”, she said seductively before nibbling on his lips. “Only if I can have you for dessert”.