Imagine.. exciting John Paul Jones before a performance
A/N: Okay okay s o. Hereâs the second part, this ones smut-ridden loves
The lack of ahem.. Jonesy lovinâ inspired this one
(I just canât help myself when thinking about,, â75 Jones) The man is my weakness in general letâs be VERY honest here
You could still hear the loud yet muffled cheering as the band appeared backstage once again, smiles gracing each face.
It was a damn good performance, which you believed everyone would agree to.
Your impatience grew knowing John would make an appearance at any minute; your mind repeatedly replaying the way he left you shaking with anticipation
You longed to see him; praise him for the exhilarating concert if nothing else. As heâs walking back he has a few short chats with his fellow band mates, all sharing the excitement.
He spots you, eyeing him once again. His face conveys a blank emotion, thought intent on keeping your attention
He makes his way towards you, halting abruptly at your presence.
âDarling..â he greets you, his voice low and lascivious, almost questioning
His arms wrap around you tightly as he effortlessly guides you towards the dressing room once again
You figured he had warned the others it would be occupied, given that it was still empty.
âYou have a sexy sound, loveâ you couldnât help yourself, needing to mention the mesmerizing gig
Once inside he locks the door to the dimly lit room. His hesitance hints at a hidden smile; silently admiring your compliment
âMm that so?â
He pushes you against the wall without warning, still gentle in his ways being the man he was. His hips tuck tightly into yours as you feel his ever-growing bulge press into your inner thigh
He moves painfully slow while pressing his lips near your ear; his hair lightly tickling your face
âYou know how uncomfortable this was during those two hours?â His voice so low and lust filled; your knees weak at his tone
âI should make you pay for that cute little stunt, shouldnât I?â Youâre speechless while staring into a face you rarely see from your Jonesy
âHmm?â He inquires, the vibration sending a shock up your lower half. He is forgiving in his ways, moving to lustfully nip at your neck. His hot breath left temporary little hints of love on your delicate skin; the feeling sending shivers down your back. You let out small sighs while melting under his touch
âJohn I-â
Your hesitance intrigues him
âYes, my love?â
â...need youâ
You knew this went unspoken but you were at a loss for words, mesmerized at this newfound vigor John was unleashing on you.
He hesitates, wanting to rile you up; though the upturning of his lips on your neck is unmistakable
He picks you up without warning, earning a sharp gasp. He makes his way to the spacious couch as he lays you down, eagerly climbing on top of you
He kisses you heavily, impassioned from the painstakingly long wait. You lift your hands to sift your fingers through his sideburns, lightly gripping them.
This peaks his arousal as he presses his length into your thigh once again as if wanting to make you fully aware of what you have done to him.
âYouâre a lucky girl... I canât stay mad at youâ He murmurs against your lips, a half-serious glare staring into your eyes
He quickly kisses you again while messing with your shirt, only parting as he lifts it off you. He moves down, pressing little kisses into your skin while doing so. While reaching his arms around you he unclasps your bra, carefully removing it so you donât have to move. His hands form to your sides as he sees that both breasts get attention, lightly nipping and sucking at each. The lightest touch from John now leaves you whimpering, longing for his love. Once satisfied he moves down, slowly sliding off the rest of your tight fitting jeans. He pauses to adore your full beauty on display, and just for him.
You canât help but playfully smile back at him, watching him lost in thought
He smirks at the sight, âYouâre just asking for this one hm?â
He gets up to kneel on the couch, staring down at you with an indescribable face.
Abruptly he lifts your legs, slapping your ass a few times without caution
âJohn-!â your cry cut off at the impact; shock washing over your face
He wasnât one to normally behave this way, and it showed. As much as it turned you both on you couldnât help but smile at this sudden change from his rather reserved nature.
He blushes slightly at your humored face, miserably failing to hold back his own pleasantly lovable smile, âOh thatâs it!â
He lowers himself again picking up where he left off, teasingly kissing circles around your inner thighs
This was more to hide his short-lived embarrassment, though it was now the last thing on your mind
âOh, love..â
He smirks against your skin for he knew he was being tormentingly slow.
Leaving that as it was he moves to face you
âSomething wrong dear?â
His fingers dance across your delicate skin, his movements as if he were âplayingâ your body, wanting to elicit from you the beautiful sounds the way he knew best
His hands continuously moved farther down until reaching your most sensitive point
You moan out at the longing of his touch, his skilled fingers leaving you in a daze
He works circles around your delicate area, fully enjoying the view that is your pleasure induced face. Your repeated moans have him aching, the excitement almost becoming too much for him as well. He manages to distract himself by nipping at your collarbone; wanting nothing more than to fully please you. As he slows down you manage to moderately compose yourself
âJohn, love pleaseâ breathlessly grabbing his attention
Your hands move to his shirt, unbuttoning the last few remaining intact as you grew too impatient
He gets up briskly, sliding off the rest of his dress shirt and decidedly helping you on the rest. His belt and pants fall to the floor with a âclankâ as he tosses them to the side.
Youâre breathless, as you now have the pleasure of taking in all his intoxicating features
Once back on top of you he kisses you again, needily as if to make up for the lack of attention. His tongue intermingled with yours, the exchange of open-mouthed moaning escaping both of your lips. His now bare hips unconsciously grind into your own
You can feel he is painfully aroused, the precum slicking against your thighs along with your wetness. His groans are enough to send your head spinning as the occasional breath of your name slips from him
He stops to line himself up at your entrance, still looking up at you almost as if asking for permission
âJohn love, I need to feel youâ
This was all he needed to hear as he slowly enters you, still in his nature to be gentle with your beauty
The guttural groan that escapes him was worth it in of itself as he gradually thrusts himself completely into you.
While starting out slow he admires your face through half-lidded eyes. His thrusts become deeper over time, only when he felt you could handle it. You couldnât care less, as you desired him so bad. You found his moaning to solely be the most arousing thing youâve ever heard; a faint obscenity occasionally escaping him at the sheer pleasure. He attempts to sloppily kiss you as the repeated force of his hips shifts your entire body
He deeply presses into your lips the repeated mantra âI love youâ; the emotion conveyed in his voice meaning no less each time spoken.
He slowed down to forcing deep, paced thrusts into your aching wetness; each time earning a sharp moan or the occasional slip of his name, as it felt so right leaving your mouth. Once again his fingers find themselves at your sensitive area, working around it all while driving himself into you erratically
It was all becoming too much, the pressure you were feeling nearly overtaking you. He could visibly see this, paying close attention while giving you all the pleasure he possibly could
âFor me, loveâ he manages out, breathless. That was it.
His lascivious voice made your legs weaken, crying out his name as you feel the complete pleasure wash over you
âJ-John!â The quick snap of his hips making your words cut off
He slows, letting you ride out your pleasure; painfully close himself.
He begins again, the erratic, deep movements inside you making him repeat your name, almost holding a needy quality
With a few last forces of his hips you feel him pulse, fully letting out his long-awaited release deep inside of you; the hard breath of your name leaving his lips so passionately
He stays like this for a few moments before falling to your side, refraining from collapsing onto you. Your chests are both heaving, faces as if painted scarlet as you both share a lazy smile. He eventually kisses your shoulder, as it was the closest thing in his reach
âYou know, this only makes me want to tease you more often, right?â
















