Chapter Five

Jon rolled over and groaned cracking his eyes open, the darkness still heavy in the room except for the glow coming from the living area. He sat up and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand before scratching his chest. "Colby?" he asked. The flare of the red digital numbers read Four-Forty am. God and she was up? He stretched and grunted when he got no answer from her. Don't worry, I'll come out. Dragging himself off the bed, he padded into the living room using his arm to shield the light.

"Colby? What in God's name are you doing?" The light burned his eyeballs taking a few moments before the anything came into focus. She was standing there in dressed in jeans and black turtleneck that hugged tight around her hour glass figure. She looked up from where she was rummaging through her bag and smiled.

"You're awake! Good you can come with me." She pulled her wallet out and tucked it in her back pocket.

Jon frowned and shook his head. She wanted him to go where? "Come where? It's four-forty in the morning."

She crumpled up his jeans and threw them at him. "Down to the glass works factory. I collect their leftovers. The guys leave me any unusual or colored stuff out and I recycle it. We'll grab breakfast on the way." One of the other ways she saved costs to keep her apartment. Why pay for something if you could get it free?

He stepped into her jeans and, she was crazy. Who in their right mind voluntarily got up this early? Wasn't she tired from last night? He sure as hell was--and his cock ached. He fastened his buttons and tugged the zipper up. "Does it include coffee?"

"Sure does, sport, and the best pastries on this side of London. Now come on, we need to get there before six." She threw his shirt at him and tied up her hair. She’d worked out that Tuesday’s were the best days for leftovers after a tip off from a local at the Ruptured Duck. She bought most of her glass wholesale but every little bit helped.

He pulled his shirt on and hooked his buttons through up before reaching for his leather jacket and shrugging into it. "God I have to be on set in a few hours." Filming started at nine and he was going to be cranky. The last time he'd looked at the clock when Colby had finally fell asleep was two am. Thank fuck.

What was amazing was how she still looked like she'd had eight hours sleep. Bright, breezy, and ridiculously beautiful she waited at the stairs for him before jogging down them. His head felt like it was being squeezed in a vice. It was going to be a long day.

The morning sun was starting drip into the sky and the air was crisp against their skin as she linked her arm in his and walked down the road. The occasional runner or dedicated dog walker breezed past them as they fell into step quickly.

"You do this often?" he asked sliding his sunglasses shielding his eyes from intrusive daylight.

"Couple times a week, the guys tell me if anything else comes up. I don't get a lot, but the stuff I do is expensive to buy.” She flashed a smile. ”It's free so who can complain?" She tucked her hand in her pocket as they strolled into the morning.

"You hate me don't you?" She asked with a grin. She could tell he wasn’t a morning person, truth be told she wasn't officially. Loving the early mornings, she usually napped in the afternoon and worked most of the night. Creativity came at the weirdest times.

He chuckled and pressed a kiss to her temple. “I’m cranky on next to no sleep. I’m used to it over the years, but you sold me with pastries and coffee so I'll forgive you." His shoulders dropped as he relaxed easily around her. How could he not? There was no post-morning awkwardness between them.

As they walked past an alleyway, she tugged him in and pushed him against the cold brick. Clutching his leather lapels, she pressed a steamy kiss to his lips letting her tongue tease his upper lip before it slid into his mouth.

He groaned through the surprised, his hands curled around her waist as he returning the kiss. Not only did she smell like mint, she tasted like it this morning. "What was that for?" he asked against the soft skin of her cheek. God, it was not right that his cock awake already. Jesus Christ.

"Just because." She kissed his nose before hooking her fingers around the waist band of his jeans. Her eyes narrowed. "When you get off work tonight, you’re going to come around and I’m going to do bad things to you. Of course, only if you want to…“She mussed his dirty blond hair as prickle of his five o'clock shadow against her cheek.

If he wanted to? She was insatiable, and fuck if he was going to say no to that. "Sounds like something I can't refuse."
Jon was left mystified how this woman could steal the control back so quickly and before he had time to even realize or react. He dipped down and brushed his lips down the long line of her neck, scraping his teeth along her clavicle.

"We need to get you fed," she pushed him back, looking straight back at herself in the reflection of his sunglasses. She pulled away and grabbed his hand tugging him with her to walk back out onto the street. A few meters up the road she stopped at the bakery that had just swung the closed sign over to open.

"Excellent timing."

"Ah Miss Colby, so good to see you again," an older, heavy set woman in a baker's hat pottered up to the counter. The soft lines of her face deepened when she smiled and she raised her eyebrow as Jon followed in behind her.

"Zelda, hit me up, but make it double this time. I've got a hungry mouth to feed." She winked at Jon.

“No problem, good morning Mr. Jon.”

Jon smiled graciously. "Thanks, make it a large.” he reached for his wallet from his back pocket. She didn't seem too worried about who he was.

"Sure thing. So, Colby, where did you pick him up from?" She teased, pinching a couple of scrolls from the tray with her tongs.

"Just the bar. He's in town filming a movie for a few months, so I offered to show him around London a little," she said taking the two cups of coffee from Zelda's young assistant.

"Well Jon, you're in good hands. Colby will look after you."
Jon handed her a couple of pounds and chuckled. "Well, she's doing a great job so far." He took the paper bag with a murmur of thanks.

"Best pastry in all of London right there," Colby said to Jon as they walked out. "Bye Z, see you in a few days."

"Bye Miss Colby, stay out of trouble."

Jon smiled at her and followed Colby out the door. As she clicked the door closed behind them and pointed to the stained glass
design set in the window of the door. "You like?"

Jon stared at the swirl of colors in a star pattern against a deep set plain glass pane. "You did that? No shit?" Hell she was talented, and not just in the way she manipulated him in the bedroom.

"Incredible," he took a long sip. "And not just the coffee," he smirked and followed her to a small riverbank with park benches lined along the grassy banks. She plopped herself down on one and he followed suit.

He handed her the bag, she pulled her knees up to her chest and plucked a cheesy roll from the bag. Tearing off the corner, she popped it in her mouth. "God, nothing like fresh out of the oven baking,” she sighed gripping her cup and taking a sip, “and freshly brewed coffee."

"Amen to that.” He raised his cup towards her and looked out to the river. “And to pleasurable company. “He looked around, there were a handful of people scattered around the park, but no signs of the city bustle yet. "It's so quiet."

"Best time to be around, I love it! Second best place in the
world."

"What's the first?" he asked her licking the excess coffee off his lid.

"New York-- where I moved from."

He lifted a brow. "Well look at that. I'm from Jersey, but I do love NYC and I can see why you're here. Reminds me a lot of the city." He jammed his fingers into his bicep.

"I kind of figured you were. The accent gives it away." She chewed on the fluffy pastry. She missed New York, but London had been kind to her, so far away from everything she ever knew. She’d worked hard for what she had.

Jon snorted, "That so? Well I kind of figured you were from somewhere around there, not the traditional NY accent though. How long you been over here?" He suddenly had the curiosity to ask all kinds of questions--what her story was and why she was alone--but this wasn't a relationship where those details were important.

"About five years, moved out here by myself just to do something different. I started glass art back home and got a few bites of interest. One from over here they contacted me on the web and I thought hell why not try and live over here for a bit. A bit, just turned into five years," she explained, picking at a piece of lint on her knee.

"Well, you certainly seem happy--happy is important, right?" Her hair was down today and swept over her shoulders, falling into loose ringlets. The light caught some of her fiery highlights, a mix of brown and reds. The glint of the maroon glass beaded necklace that hung around her neck had him wondering if she matched her belly ring with it. The one he'd had access to, just hours ago.

"Happiness is everything Jon. Remember that, no matter what," her voice had dropped and her eyes went flat for a second.

He just nodded. "I haven't been happy in a long time," he said it out loud looking ahead. He didn't expect her to do anything with it but it felt good to admit it to someone outside his close circle.

Colby didn't say anything, and she didn't have to. She saw the pain in his face, the worry lines deepen around his eyes. He wasn't the type that wanted a deep and meaningful so she didn't offer one. Instead she slid out her foot and rubbed the tip of her boot over his lap.

He jolted forward almost spilling his coffee. "Shit," he chuckled. "What are you trying to do to me?" Yep. Two seconds flat, erection. Fuck.

"Come on!" She jumped up and grabbing his hand, she dragged him down the bank. Pushing him up against the bark of a large oak tree, she went for the buckle of his jeans. In one quick whip she'd unlooped his belt and tugged his jeans halfway down his legs.

Fuck me. He dropped his coffee letting it tumble down the bank into the river and grabbed her. "Colby not here! Someone might see me and I can't risk-," he let a low groan escape his throat when she again had him in her hot little hands.

He reached for her jeans and popped her buttons, but stopped. "Ah, I don't have-"

"Birth control," she said, cupping his cheeks, diving right in.
With a blistering kiss, he wedged her against the tree. The taste of coffee and cigarettes rolled around her tongue with his dark flavor. Jon scooped her up, his fingers dug into her ass as he swiftly entered her. She gasped and wound her arms around his neck, oh god.

"God yes, harder…come on!" She gritted her teeth as he hit her deep and true. He thrusted-- slamming her into the tree. He didn't care. She'd broken him past caring. He was fucking crazy, fucking her against a tree.

Teeth and lips scraped over his Adam's apple, urging him to roll his hips harder and faster. The need to become one and blow her mind blasted out any other common sense he may have had left. His cock throbbed as her walls tightened around him. He groaned when her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples achingly hard.

She gripped the back of his neck tighter, letting his hair fan through her fingers. Her back burned against the bark, but the pleasure rocketing through her body blurred it.

Her nails pinched his skin as he lost all self control. She was going to kill him, either that or they would end up killing each other.

"Yes, god yes..." She threw her head back and let go. Quick and fast the orgasm hit her like a sucker punch.

Her pulsing around him snapped the final thread of control as he arched forward spilling deep. "Fuck," he muttered still slumping against a tree. His heart was drumming loudly in his chest as he quickly pulled up his jeans and then hers, looking around to see thankfully not a soul in sight. Well fuck me.

"You're going to kill me, you know that?" he pressed his forehead against hers fighting for his breath.

She re-zipped herself up before placing her palms against his chest "You're too strong for that, but I can have fun trying," she winked. "Come on, I need to hurry." She pulled away and dragged him down the road to where the purpose of the early morning romp was. The Glassworks factory.

He could hardly blink and she was dragging him somewhere else. Holy shit, how the fuck would he make it through the shoot today? One thing was sure, if they filmed any of the slated sex scenes he doubted he'd have an issue getting an embarrassing erection in the middle of it. His tank was running on empty right about now.

He caught up to her as they walked through large wrought iron gates to an industrial building towering with two stone chimneys pumping out grey plumes of smoke into the air. Colby led him to the back of the building where the waste was. "Ahh," she carefully picked up a bunch of small paper sized sheets of glass from behind the garbage crate.

"See?" she asked stacking them close to her body.

"You need hand?" He asked her

"Yeah there is more down there, grab me the green ones and the clear chunky stuff," she instructed as he bent down to scoop a few sheets in his arms.

She hugged the glass to her chest. "I’m done, let’s go."

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Chapter Four

She curled her fingers around him and stroked, tugging at the delicate skin before dropping to her knees in front of him. He swallowed hard as every nerve in his body came alive when those delicious lips, that only hours ago were wrapped around a beer neck, were now around his cock.

"Jesus Colby." His palms threatened to slip, losing his grip on the wall. He closed his eyes and concentrated on her small but deliberate movements, as she licked him tip to base before dragging one of his balls into her mouth.

Her nails dug hard as she cupped his ass, pulling him closer--deeper. She rocked him forward and then back, mimicking the movements she'd want him to do later. His hands came to rest on her, his fingers curling around her shoulders as he tried to pull her up. He needed to be fucking inside her. Now.

"Colby... oh fuck!" Her tongue traced along the underside vein of his length causing his knees to buckle under him and any coherent thought to mush. Nothing mattered anymore, the bitching the fighting, who did this and who did that. All that mattered was the pretty pink, wet lips attached to the end of him-- washing away everything.

She kept the rhythm going as finally he relented and began to pump into her mouth as requested. His breathing was heaving and his arms were shaking against the wall as the tightness started to burn through his body.

His short nails scraped down the wall digging at the plaster as her low hum vibrated down his cock. She was being relentless and he was going to burst right inside her if he didn't stop it. His fingers threaded through her hair trying to edge her up but she remained glued to him, her fingertips clenching harder into his ass.

He blinked as the rush of blood raced from his head to his cock, along with all feeling from his body to resist. "Oh shit, I'm gonna...Colby..." The tight tingling sensation throbbed in his dick.

His body jerked forward and everything went black except the sound of his voice shouting through the darkness. She'd found that spot with the pad of her thumb on his balls and massaged it letting him fully spill deep inside her. She still didn't move, demanding every drop to be spilled. Molten heat burned through his soul as he came again inside her mouth slamming his palms against the wall.

Jon saw daylight finally as he regained some sense of consciousness leaning back without the wall to support him. His eyes met hers as she swirled her tongue around the tip before lifting herself back up to his level.

"Sweet fuck."

Colby hooked her arms around his neck and leaned in pressing a wet, salty kiss to his lips. "I'm so turned on right now, you need to come and do very bad things to me" her eyebrow cocked as she nipped at his nose.

All he could do was laugh, she was unbelievable. He hoisted her up in his arms her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her over the trail of clothes and papers to what he assumed was her bedroom. He laid her down on the bed on the red crinkled cover. It was a simple room, with a few pieces of plain furniture and a chair that had was buried in a mountain of clothes. Her sketch pads fanned all around the floor.

They hit the pillows with oomph and Jon climbed over her. He tugged at her jeans pulling them off leaving a black scrap of lace that barely covered her.

"Well this has got to go, why do you woman wear these? What do they do?" He asked hooking his thumbs in the thin waistband and sliding them off her legs.

"Turns you on," she replied with a satisfied grin. His attention was drawn to a blue sparkle on her belly. His tongue buzzed; yeah he'd like to play with that.

"Cute," he said fingering it lightly, drawing lazy circles on her belly.

Her nipples strained against the fabric, burning for him to touch. Him getting off in her mouth had ignited the need for that cocky mouth to do it’s damage on her.

His lips chased his tongue across her belly flicking the jewel with his tongue as he went lower. She was wet for him, drops of her slick heat inched down her thighs. Using his thumbs he spread her thighs watching her eyes close waiting. Waiting for him. He paused and waited until she looked back up, twisting her lips together and arching her brow. He chuckled darkly.

"Beg me" he shifted his hands under her ass scooping her up to him to meet his mouth still keeping the distance there.

Her little girl pout was too much. "Bastard."

He traced her outer lips with the tip of his thumb till he found her tight little clit. Circling with his thumb, she lurched off the bed into him. Two fingers slid inside her, coating in her heat. Gently he pumped her, the slick sound of his movements in time with her sharp intake of breaths.

Slamming her eyes shut she grasped for the sheets at her side, fisting the cotton in her hands. Every slow deliberate movement was driving her crazy. He curled deep inside her reaching places that had long been forgotten by unskilled men burning her breath in her lungs. Her toes curled and she drifted away until the wet warm tingle of his tongue found her.

"Oh shit." The room was dark, heavy with sweat and anticipation, the only light glowing through the window from the streetlamps outside. The silhouette of him down there driving her crazy was just insane. She rested her leg over his shoulder encouraging him further, deeper.

Every bone in her body was tingling as she lifted her hips grinding herself against him. "Please," she begged. God she begged? But hell if this was only the opening act she wanted the whole show. All of it. She grasped his short cropped hair, urging him closer—for more--something.

One more fatal swipe of her tight knot with his thumb and she let go, careening off the bed into him. She viced hard around him, letting her body shake through the pleasure. Oh shit. The white hot heat in her body was both a relief and pleasure as she groaned. She slumped back down sticking to the sheets like a post it note. He withdrew his fingers, but it didn't stop there. Using the flat of his tongue he licked the full length of her from slit to clit.

"Oh fuck me," she bit down on her lip. Her body she was still tender and he pushed her again, harder. The little deliberate flicks of his tongue, teased her driving her to the edge faster than a firestorm. She wrestled for sheets, something to grab as she fisted the corner of her pillow. Locking both legs around his neck she tilted her hips towards him. Her body was the sacrifice and she needed him to complete the ritual.

The second release came quicker, with the aid of his thumb brushing her nipple he coaxed her back into the vortex. She lay like a wounded animal panting, gasping for breath as they aftershocks settled.

Jon climbed back over her body brushing the light layer of sweat against his skin. He fingered some fire red streaks plastered to her forehead and hovered over her mouth.

"Did I break you?" He whispered against his lips, his eyes holding her sated gaze.
Her mouth curled into a smile, wrapping her arms around his neck lifting her knee between his legs. He hit the bed hard in one quick move as she rolled him over onto his back. She straddled him, wiggling herself back til his cock hit the crack of her ass. "Never" she grinned lacing her fingers through his and pinning them both to the bed at the level of his eyes.

The mischief that danced in her eyes had his cock wanting to do bad things to her, again. Her hair fell forward tickling the tips of his nipples as she sucked down on his bottom lip grating over it with her teeth. He tried to wriggle under her grasp but she held him firmly there her fingers curling tighter around his hands.

He lifted his head reaching up brushing his lips across one of her nipples, she responded and came down further so he could take it fully in his mouth. Grinding above him, skin against skin she rocked while he sucked carelessly on her. "Fuck," she sighed keeping her hands firmly in his.

She let one hand go reaching over to the bedside table, pulling out a foiled packet and ripped the corner off with her teeth. Quickly she sheathed him before settling herself on top of him regaining her grip on his hands. Rocking forward she rolled her jaw as he filled her, stretching her. God it felt incredible.

Jon threw his head back dropping his jaw wide open, Jesus Christ. Since when did he fall victim to a woman driving this? She was so unlike other woman he'd known, no lack of confidence in the bedroom and knew exactly what she wanted. As he pulsed deep inside her his fingers curled around hers tighter.

"Fuck, Colby." She was taking him for everything that he had. Her perfect body bobbed up and down above him, rocking turned into slamming as she got wilder on him. Wavy hair falling around her shoulders her breasts right there, nipples hard. Still so hard it made him ache. Ache to drive her home, screaming his name.

She rolled her hips forward and closed her eyes, losing herself in the moment letting him hit her in the deepest places. Her walls tightened, her breath hitched riding him harder and faster. "Jon," it came off her lips like a benediction with white heat that burned though her veins. "Yes, god yes!" She let go, her body trembling above his through the release, her hands released his and raked through her hair as she came down from the high.

His hands clasped her hips steadying her, good fuck. He was on the edge already and when she leaned down to kiss him, he rolled her diagonally across the bed onto her back. Hooking one of her legs over his shoulder he thrust deeper, his teeth grinding at the unbelievable pressure of her clamping around him.

His hands pinned hers to the bed, just like she had. She chuckled tossing her head then growling as her body adjusted. She was tensing again, and he was determined to take her over again. His mouth scraped up her neck along her jaw line to her ear. Pressing his lips against her ear he whispered, "so fucking tight."

He grunted flexing his hips into her. His hands let hers go and scooped under her shoulders lifting her forward as his movements became fast. Her knuckles were turning white as she slapped his shoulders gripping hard.

"Jon, god, don't stop," she bit down on her lip and her eyes popped open and held his. The sweat from his temples splashed onto her cheeks. With one final push they both called out rocketing into orgasm.

He rolled off her and flopped down on the sheets, cool cotton against his back gasping for breath. "Fucking hell woman," his cock hadn't had a better workout in months.

She fought for breath "Not bad." She snorted at the look on his face. She pulled the sheet up over her body, tucking it under her arms and rolled onto her side to face him.

Sleep was heavy on his eyes, as he reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and tugged her in with his arm to his chest.

"Mmm not bad at all" he agreed contented. And satisfied.

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