The entire 'family' met around 5 p.m. for a little sight seeing and Suppertime out. The restaurant chosen served Cajun style meals, with tons of little crayfish in various flavors being served in their plastic bags with sumptuous sauces and tasty sides. It was the first time Becca had this type of meal and was teased at first about how spicy it must be with her being used to 'boring English food.' Her remark that the number one food in Great Britain was a spicy Curry, one of her favorites, ended the teasing.
Throughout the night Becca couldn't help looking around, she swear she felt the eyes of that 'dirty bastard'. Jon wasn't the only one to catch her looking around, Joe, Patricia and Sika all noticed and sought to soothe her. No matter what they said or did, she kept glancing around occasionally. Something in her told her he was not only here, but close and up to something. Jon kept her cuddled close and was extremely attentive of her concerns. If that lout showed up, he'd be sent packing damn quick. The evening went off perfectly with no interruptions from foul beings and by the time Jon and Becca returned to their apartment, she was exhausted but relaxed and happy again.
At least she was until they approached the entry area leading to their doorway and saw something that stopped her heart cold. A small colorful mound sat on the doorstep. Flowers. Torn to bits in a small pile. She rapidly looked around.
"He was here! Those are from him! He left flowers on my porch like that for weeks when I refused to see him again." Jon looked around, anger growing quickly and got the door open and pushed her inside. Kicking the mound off of the door mat he moved to go inside.
"Shouldn't 'ave done that mate." An oily voice sneered from the landing above them. Becca let out a squeak and lunged to grab Jon by the arm and managed to drag him in and shut the door. Once it was locked she phoned emergency and reported an intruder, forbidding Jon to get anywhere near the door. The lady answering the call was quiet quick on the draw and all Becca had to say was a man she went out with a couple times, stalking, and lurking around gated apartments with likely ill intent and police were dispatched.
Jon was on the phone to facility security demanding to know how an intruder got to their door. A loud vulgar voice from outside demanded Becca stop being a foolish c**t and open the f**kng door! NOW! Jon was getting pissed off super fast. The door handle jiggled and loud pounding began on the door began. On the phone with the dispatcher, Becca's panicked voice was soothed only slightly by being told a car was just around the corner. Keeping one hand on her phone she kept the other firmly on Jon's belt to keep him close to her.
The vulgarities and noise of the door being banged on brought angry voices from other tenants who threatened to call the police, they in turn received profanity aimed at them, threats and more banging ensued. Just when she was sure the door would be pounded in, there was a lot of yelling, a wild scuffle, a strange noise and a wild scream outside their door. Hiding behind Jon from where he had shoved her, Becca peeked around him, now clutching at his shirt and whimpering in sheer terror.
The woman on the phone told her the intruder was subdued and in police custody right as a polite knock came and a friendly voice called out that they were the police. Staying close against Jon's back as he walked to the door and looked through the spy hole. She cringed as he opened the door. Speaking softly to sooth and wrapping an arm around her to cuddle her as he looked out. Jon pointed for Becca to see. On the ground, about ten feet from their door was a well trussed, furiously mad, cursing and spitting Benjamin Mathers.
The Las Vegas Police and the Management's security were both on the scene and dealing with the idiot that lay writing on the ground cursing the 'Yankee bastard coppers' for 'injuring and demeaning' a citizen of the British Empire! Becca snapped and shouted at him, feeling much braver now.
"Oh get off it you dirty Sod! You got kicked out of our mother country for being a dirty perverted bastard! You got over here 10 years ago and have been chasing and stalking every poor lass that has the misfortune to meet your foul acquaintance!" Looking down in disdain she noticed he'd pissed himself bad and the smell of urine was nasty, but not as nasty as a foul stench that wafted her way a moment later. The officers were looking at him in disgust.
"You pissed and shit yourself didn't ya? I bet you'll try to blame the officers eh? They should know you piss yourself at the drop of a hat and soil yourself so often you need to buy new pants damn near every week!" Stepping back towards the door, she was totally disgusted with him.
"You BASTARD!" She yelled at him. "What the f**k you think you can do? Do you think you can come all the way from Los Angeles to bother me here? I told you three years ago after you got nasty with me during the three pathetic dates we had that there would nothing more between us! My evil sister-in-law thinks she can mess up my life by sending you after me once she's gotten tossed in prison for getting caught terrorizing me now you think you can have a go at it? You can both go straight to HELL and burn throughout ETERNITY you mangy SHITES! Bugger off and keep the hell away from me and Jon, you have no business here!"
Storming back into the apartment, beginning to shake with angry tears starting, Becca somehow managed to not let that lowly piece of shite see her crying. Jon was immediately right behind her. His strong arms surrounding her and pulling her close to his chest. Soothing her with soft whispers and a wonderful rubbing motion to her back he just held her until she was relaxing again. Jon said he did need to talk with the police for a minute, to stay here in the bedroom, he'd be right back. Kissing her several times he got a wet washcloth and wiped her face gently for a moment before giving her a couple more kisses then left, quietly shutting the door.
Feeling completely wiped out, embarrassed by her outburst, especially around strangers, she muttered to herself at least she hadn't relieved herself in front of anyone in her clothing, then went to wash her face thoroughly. As she splashed water on her face, Becca calmed down. That was it, the final bit of anger she carried towards that evil bitch, burned out of her by getting rid of that stupid bastard. Finding out he was looking for her because of that hag had awoken old feelings of anger towards her, now it was gone. There was a tapping at the door and Jon opened it and stuck his head in saying her name softly and asking if she could talk with a female office that was here.
"Be out in half a sec, just washing up." She called out, making a face at her red eyes that were now puffy. Brushing her hair she stepped out and walked into Jon's hug and got a gentle kiss before being walking with him, out to speak with the officer that waited. Showing the texts and now several e-mails that she hadn't seen plus the one she had. Becca forwarded the lot to where the officer said to, and their trying portion of the evening was done with. Shutting the door after thanking the officer, Jon had glanced at something and made a weird face then locked up.
"What was that look for?" He laughed and shook his head.
"Mr. 'needs a diaper' was wrapped in something plastic before moving him, something to keep the squad car clean." Becca made a face.
"Ewww." Jon laughed and snuggled her.
"Don't worry, maintenance is already here to clean up and disinfect the area, so no more stink from shithead will be out there later." Nuzzling her neck he made her smile.
"Good!" A sweet kiss and Jon began to back her toward the bedroom.
"Come on baby, let's get a nice hot bath going for you, plenty of bubbles..."
"Mmmm I love the way you think Lover!" One more sweet kiss and they shut the bedroom door behind them.
Ten minutes later both Becca and Jon were in the tub together. Relaxing against the big body that cradled her, she turned to kiss his lips and run her fingers through his hair. Big hands smoothed bubbles over her arms and legs, so gentle, so sweet. A rubbing down her back, then across her neck and shoulders made her shiver in delight. Moaning happily at the wonderful motions that relaxed her body, Becca scratched lightly at his arms and chest, enjoying the blissful look that settled on Jon's face.
"You're always so damned good to me, thank you Jon." Smiling into the return kiss, he insisted he was the one who was always being treated so damn well, a little laughter and a hug was shared, then from below her a twitching. Letting his head fall back Jon cursed. Becca had to laugh and snuggled against his chest.
"I'm sorry baby, ignore him, you know I have little control over the little monster!" The 'little monster' was quickly at full stiffness and there was nothing small about him, something she teased him about.
"He might act quiet like a monster, but he is anything but little." A slight blush graced Jon's face. "He want's to play, it's been a rough night, then all this cuddling and kissing and he's been left out, poor baby!" Becca grasped Jon's throbbing girth and began to slide her hand up and down. With a deep moan Jon rolled his eyes.
"You don't need to do that baby." His hand rubbed at her thigh gently.
"Ah, but he wants it and it happy he's not being neglected now." She grinned and used a sassy tone.
"Mmmm, baby he is always happy, you never neglect him!" Jon laughed and shook his head. "He will take anything you want to give him, but you're not obligated to do something every time he wants to play."
"I know that Lover. Now shush and let me tame this monster for you shall I?"
A nod and groan as he closed his eyes, smiling slightly, biting his lip, Jon was amusing when he tried to refuse what he obviously wanted. He really was damn good to her and should have his fun when he could. Stroking Jon in the rhythm he liked best. Becca had him whimpering and moaning like crazy in minutes, his slippery flesh, coated in bubbles, responded very eagerly to her motions. Leaning to capture her lips and wrap his arms around her as his dribbling cock was stroked, his balls fondled and his thighs and torso scratched gently, Jon forced his tongue into Becca's mouth for a fiery kiss.
Moaning over and over, his noise level was always the perfect barometer to his pleasure levels. Becca moaned a little herself as that evil mouth teased her with one wicked kiss. A naughty hand slid between her thighs as the other reached to fondle her chest, teasing her nipples. As she stroked him, his fingertips sought her tender ares, stroking her folds, his thumb expertly landing on her clit and stroking just right. Both of them knew each other well enough to give exactly what was wanted and needed, with perfect timing.
Moving her hips as his fingers worked sweet magic, Becca twisted her wrist as she worked on giving Jon his delights. The following moan and thrust told she'd done well. It was sinfully easy to rouse then sate Jon's sexual needs. Whether he was aware of it or not, he had the harder task in satisfying her, not that he'd be likely to complain. Kissing wickedly, she stroked him while he fingered her, rubbing her clit just right. God he was so good with those hands! Warm waves of sweet heat were quick to rise up thanks to Jon's sinful touch.
Moving into each others motions, both of them were making noise and beginning to grind against one another. A little water got splashed about, some wound up on the floor, some splashed up into their faces, making them laugh. Holding each other tight at the end, Becca straddling Jon as she was, was able to grind and rub him sweetly between her lower folds, the fat head of his cock rubbing her clit as she rose and fell. Grabbing a perky nipple in his teeth, Jon worried it gently then suckled for a bit before attacking the other. Becca grinding hard against him drove him crazy, Jon was moaning and thrashing, sending small waves of water out of the tub. When playfully told he was going to have to clean up his mess, his mumbled answer sounded suspiciously like 'I don't give a flying f**k!'
Moving hard and fast until the sharp jolt of intensity began to explode in her core sending ripples of delight through her, Becca moaned out Jon's name loudly and heard and felt the long moan and jerking hips that thrust hard as he began to erupt. Moaning her name over and over as long gushes of his vital fluid exploded from him, Becca felt herself being held tighter at the end, held tight until the orgasmic shudders faded and they lay basking in the sweet afterglow, their breathing slowing down and bodies relaxing.
Cuddling in the cooling water, Jon sighed and rubbed Becca's back. Her cheek to his wet chest she felt completely relaxed. Resting for several minutes, they straggled up, a bit ungracefully and rinsed off before surveying the water on the floor. Jon shook his head and muttered comically that the 'damn tub had sprung a leak'. Laughing Becca told him to just throw down some towels, they could deal with clean up in the morning. Jon nodded and mumbling something like 'fair enough' did so, then after drying off, walked hand in hand to the bed.
Cuddling Becca in the cozy covers, Jon whispered sweet things and kissed her repeatedly before the yawning of both interfered and got them laughing too hard. Taking her hand he placed in on his chest, over his heart, then put his own hand on top of it. Their eyes locked and one last kiss followed before they rubbed noses and snuggled down to sleep. Becca had tears in her eyes and a smile on her face as strong arms wrapped around her. Jon had one hell of a time saying certain things, but he was damned good and explaining them with actions...
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