They danced one song after another, some were hot and heavy, others slow and sultry. Between them the air crackled with sexual tension. Richie was ready to haul her into the toilet and make her scream, she’d been rubbing and caressing him for over an hour now and she knew how damn hard he was.
Gail’s grin was false, hell she knew the ‘moose’ was wide awake and begging for release, her knickers were sopping wet! His hands had touched her over and over; when he’d got hold of her his lips she went weak at the knees, then he’d left a fiery trail from one side of her neck to the other.
Much more of this and she’d never make it home, let alone out of the damn club!
She looked over and Jon and Fee were dancing not far from them; Fee’s eyes met hers and winked at her. She knew how Gail was feeling, she’d never danced just for a man before like she was doing for Richie, he brought out the wanton side in her.
Mind you Jon had Fee plastered to him and didn’t seem to care whether the music was fast or slow, he just held onto her. Fee looked like she’d recovered from her ‘fucktard’ run in; Lucky noticed Fee’s hands had a handful of Jon’s ass in them, she chuckled, Fee had loved that ass for decades!
The beat changed yet again and the strains of Nickelback’s S.E.X started to pulse about the club. Richie swallowed as Gail started to sway to the music, then as it got into the song she seemed to turn fluid, the music taking her over, flowing through her; her arms went into the air, her shoulders and hips shaking back and forth. Then to his pure delight, they hit the chorus and she started a bump and grind routine that would put a stripper to shame! All the time she moved, her hair that had given in to gravity and Richie’s fingers over the night, moved like silk down her back; daring him to take hold of it and reel her in.
She moved around him, her perfume wafting about him, her hands on his shoulders and down his back, till she grabbed his ass and squeezed. With that he turned and hauled her into him, one hand in that teasing hair, the other in the small of her back anchoring her to him.
The kiss when it came was hard and rough, but she didn’t back down, she pushed him harder for more.
They finally broke apart when they realised people around them were clapping and whistling. Gail buried her face in Richie’s neck and groaned, fuck talk about being caught in the act, hell they’d nearly got down and dirty on the dance floor with an appreciative audience looking on.
Richie smirked and put his lips to her ear making her jump a little. ‘Darlin lets go home.’ He wasn’t asking, he was telling her. Grabbing her hand he all but ran her off the dance floor, he shot Jon a look and Jon grinned and nodded, grabbing Fee’s hand and heading off the floor too.
Mon and a few others were taking a break and having a drink, they looked up as the quartet arrived at the table. Mon nearly laughed Gail looked like she’d been under a sunlamp for too long and Richie was breathing very hard.
‘We’re leaving.’ He grabbed his jacket, throwing it over Gail’s shoulders giving Mon a quick kiss and saying he’d see her again; to the rest of the table he smiled and said it was nice to meet them and barely giving Gail chance to say goodbye he was headed for the door.
‘Fucks sake Rich I’ve got heels on! Slow the fuck down!’ Before the words left her mouth he’d stopped, pushed her up against the wall between the outside door and the dance floor and attached himself to her mouth, his hands running all over her; she trembled at the hunger raging from him; then her own hunger roused it’s ass and she snapped out of the daze she’d been in and just as her fingers met the ends of his hair………..
‘Shit Rich, calm the fuck down bro!’ They pulled apart breathing heavily and blinked a few times at Jon and Fee standing before them, blocking anyone else from seeing their little display of lust.
Richie said nothing just glared at Jon, taking her in hand again he dragged her, a little more slowly, towards the door. Gail sighed and ran to keep up with him; but the grin on her face and the slumberous look in her eyes gave her away, she loved this part of him, her own private ‘he-man’.
They hit the door and ‘Killer’ took one look at Gail’s mussed hair and lipstick free mouth and whistled for a taxi. Richie grunted for two, no way were they sharing a taxi with Jon and Fee, there was no way he was going to be able to keep his hands off her that long!
Gail had a millisecond to say bye to Jon and Fee when she was manhandled into the taxi. She caught Fee’s look as the taxi started to leave, the bitch was laughing! Richie gave the cabbie her address and turned to her, one hand cupped her head, the other wound under his jacket and around her waist pulling her flush against him, then he kissed the living shit out of her all the way home. It must be something about the smell she thought just as coherence left her, two taxis in one day and the same damn result! She liked it.
The cabbie smiled, he remembered those days when you couldn’t keep your hands off each other, and as long as the couple did nothing but lock lips he didn’t mind.
Gail’s only other coherent thought was this was going to be one hell of an interesting tour if this was how it was going to be between them.
The taxi stopped at the gate and reluctantly they parted, Richie paid the cabbie, the cabbie laughed at the guys mussed and strung out look, boy had got it bad! Richie got out and helped Gail out. He watched appreciatively as her long, bare legs came out of the door, Christ they were long and he wanted them about his waist pronto!
He slammed the taxi door and not saying a word he stalked to the security panel and punched in his birthday, remembering to do it backwards; as soon as the gates started to open he was through, pulling Gail behind him.
Gail tripped and nearly went flying, ‘Richard Stephen Sambora, slow the fuck down!’
Richie just grunted, turned and slung her over his shoulder making her squeak in surprise, one hand clamped over her ass holding her in place, she moaned when she felt the other one caressing her calf, slowly moving up and down her leg as his long strides ate up the driveway.
He knew he was acting like a jerk, but he couldn’t seem to care. She’d been tormenting him and now she was about to pay. He grinned to himself, least he knew she wouldn’t run screaming from him or tell him to back off, he could be himself with her.
He ran his hand up her leg once more, then went higher, touching her backside, he double took, her bare backside! He caressed a cheek and finally realised she wasn’t commando but had a thong on. It wouldn’t last long!
