His house was a small bungalow type on the lesser expensive but still rich west side of the city. The outside was exactly like every other house in Vegas brown and tan with a rock yard. The ruggedness of it fit him. She stepped up on the porch and noticed a small black table and chair set in the corner facing toward the south east so she turned that direction wondering what he seen when he set there as she waited for him to collect his things from the truck.
"Gorgeous, isn't it?" He asked joining her.
His house was the perfect altitude to see the Strip. Its lights were visible and clear. "Yes. It's beautiful. I could never leave if I were you."
"Well I have trouble sometimes." He winked at her. "Come on inside."
The inside of the house wasn't as grungy as she had expected from him. It was neat and clean but not overly clean like he had a maid. It was just the normal clean for never being home a lot of the time. But instead of the browns that were outside she found the living room was a light blue with a wall of windows that over looked what she thought was the backyard. The tables and entertainment center were a light chocolate brown that accented the dark chocolate brown of the couch and two chairs.
"Wow." She commented.
"What expecting something else?" He said joining her by the wall of windows. "Oh here let me turn on the lights."
He flicked the switch and the yard was flooded with light. It was the same as the front yard but instead of a blank space or more houses the Mojave Desert met her curious eyes the night flowers were opening as she watched. He came to stand behind her. And opened the door.
"This is stunning."
"Yes it is."
She turned to see his blue eyes on her. "Jon, I was talking about the scene."
"So am I." He said honestly. "Thirsty?"
She nodded and followed him to the kitchen. "Shit I should call my mom so she doesn't freak out that I'm not back yet." She left the room and made her call.
"Back?" He asked standing at the stove.
"Yep. What are you cooking? It smells great."
He turned with a long neck in his hand. "You eat meat, I hope."
"Got one of those for me?" she pointed to the beer in his hand. "And yes I'm not a weird veghead or vegan."
He popped the top off another bottle and handed to her. "Good because I'm cooking steaks. I figured you had to be as hungry as I was because I think you ate less than…What?"
"I'm sorry, I just never thought of you as a guy who cooked. I mean I don't know why not but I never listed it in the pro category." She laughed as he mocked hurt.
He cracked a smile around the opening of the bottle he held to his mouth. "I am a man of many mysteries."
"I guess so. Oh and you're steaks are starting to burn." She giggled at the expression on his face.
It turned out he could actually cook. She was honestly surprised just for the simple fact that he never struck her in anything she'd ever watched or listened too. Cooking fell short on her Jon Good list. They talked randomly while they ate on the back patio.
When they were finished they took their plates to the kitchen. "Wow. We actually ate the food."
He looked up from placing their things in the dish washer. "I know amazing isn't it?"
She wondered to the back porch again waiting for him. "Oh wow!"
As Jon stepped out of the house he seen what she did. Hundreds of falling stars were shooting across the sky. He thought for a minute and then went to a small bench lifting up the seat he retrieved a small blanket. He took her hand and led her to the middle of the yard. Spreading out the blanket he set down and held out his hand looking up at her. Ash joined him and laid back looking up at the sky.
"You're supposed to be looking at the stars." She reminded him.
"I'd rather look at you." He said laying back but still kept his eyes on her. She shivered. "Wait here."
When he came back he tossed a hoodie at her. "Thank you. I was starting to freeze."
He watched as her tee shirt rode up a little as she lifted the hoodie over her head. He licked his lips wanting to taste the smooth skin there. He slipped his own hoodie over his head and caught the look and lip lick she gave his body and smirked at least he wasn't the only one thinking about the other's body.
"Warm?" He asked sitting back down.
"Getting there." She took the risk and cuddled next to him.
He took the bait and wrapped his arm around her shoulders then pulled her back with him and she took his bait cuddling into his side and resting her head on his shoulder. She took a deep breath, breathing in his scent. The faint smell of cologne and the musk that is common in all clean men filled her nostrils.
"You use strawberry scented shampoo?" He asked.
She looked up at his face and laughed. "Yes."
"What? Were we just smelling each other?" He laughed. "Oh man."
"We are lame. But you do smell really good." She admitted.
"Thanks. You do to by the way." She shivered again. "Come on let's go in before you freeze."
It was a really cold night for March. As they stood Ashley picked up the blanket and shook it out the folded it as she walked toward the house. Jon opened the compartment and she laid the blanket inside. He closed the door and locked it behind them. They set on the couch.
He looked at her with shy look on his face. "What?" She asked. He smiled a genuine smile and she hoped he couldn't hear her heart pounding into her ribs. He looked down at his hands. "Jon? What? Never thought you one for loss of words."
"Oh fuck it." He sighed.
He surprised her by kissing her. At first she just set there then reality hit and she gently ran her hand over his cheek and around to the back of his neck. He pulled back just enough to make her open her eyes. His darkening blue eyes met her brown ones. She bit her bottom lip and let it out. The wet sheen drawing his attention and the tip of his tongue. It was her that started the lip lock this time.
She parted her lips when his tongue traced their seam asking for entrance. He weaved their tongues taking control back as he wrapped her hair around his fist and pulling gently. She hadn't meant for it to slip out but the little moan of pleasure escaped her invaded mouth.
He raised his head. "Awe so my girl likes it a little rough."
It wasn't a question more like an approving statement. She nodded shyly but she wasn't about to tell him that she was sure he could beat the holy hell out of her and she'd still want more. It was disturbing to her own mind and there was no way she was letting that cat out of its zip lock tight bag. He smirked.
"Truth?" She asked.
"Truth."
Ash took a deep breath. "You are the only guy I have ever thought about being submissive to. And I realize that makes me sound like a total abuse seeker and moron."
"Why?" He didn't sound horrified only curious.
"Okay this is going to sound stupid or just plain whack job nuts but I seen a picture where you were leaning over the second rope and grabbed Reby's hair. Everyone thought you were kissing her but I found the video and you were actually telling her to shut up."
"Oh yeah I know what you're talking about. She wouldn't shut up and it finally got to me." He filled her in.
"Well ever since then I've had a thing a fantasy if you will." Ash paused not sure if she should tell him.
"Don't stop now. I gotta hear this." He said sitting straighter.
"Oh God, why did I have to open my mouth?" Ash put her hands over her face.
"Come on." He pulled her hands down.
"Fine. I want to have the roughest hardest sex that is boarder line rape." She paused and looked up at him.
Jon's eyes were dark almost midnight blue. Oh god I've pissed him off she thought. She knew the moods he let people see pretty well but this wasn't one that she had wanted directed at her. He came forward almost crushing her. Her brain screamed but the sound didn't escape her lips. It couldn't, not with his own mouth on hers.
He lifted his head after a few minutes. "Are you sure?" He asked breathless. "Or should I say do you want to have sex tonight. The first night, the first date?"
"I told you I'm not that type of girl, Jon." His expression didn't change and she was glad of that. She smiled slyly. "Considering that I've told you more about me than most people know after knowing me for years and the fact that I know more about you than most people know about others, I say we could call it the first date but not our first meeting."
"So yes then?" He asked almost serious.
"Yes! Gees here I am trying to make myself say yes and build up and…"
He grabbed her hair then and a glimmer went across his blue eyes. "You have no idea what you're asking for."
His smile was almost dangerous but she felt completely safe like the zebra that gets eaten because it can't see the crocodile. Ash looked into his lust filled eyes and felt the shock of what she was about to do zing through her.
It wasn't long until she was naked and in his California King bed. "Spare no expense type of guy, really?"
"Well hell I only get to sleep here if I'm lucky once a week might as well go all out." He explained sliding a condom over his massive cock.
The fact that they could so comfortably when they were about to fuck bemused her. She'd never been with a guy who was comfortable with himself enough to carry on civil conversation while covering his dick. The last guy she'd been with was all about how she moaned during the whole five minutes while he got off. Boring! But she'd had the feeling that Jon wasn't like any one she'd ever met before and so far he was proving her right. She found her eyes staring at his said huge cock as did he.
"What?" He asked jumping up onto the bed.
She smiled and laughed shyly. "I don't think you're going to fit."
He laughed. "Not the first girl to tell me that, love." She hoped she'd be the last. As soon as the thought passed her mind she slammed her hand over her mouth as though she'd said it out loud. No she didn't wish that! She didn't, she didn't. "I'm sure it'd fit there but I'm going for lower."
Good she hadn't…What hadn't she done? Her thoughts went out the window as he dipped his head between her legs. He worked her expertly with his mouth and fingers until she came almost screaming his name. And once again just because she hadn't screamed loud enough or so he said.
He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand as he came up. "Well someone looks like the cat who got the cream."
He mouth came down on hers and she could taste her own juices. "You taste good, what can I say? Are you ready?"
He had had four fingers in her at one point so he hoped it'd loosened her up some she was going to be a tight fit. He was okay with it but he didn't want to hurt her. As he posed himself between her spread legs he gripped his throbbing cock and positioned it at her still seeping entrance. She knew he was huge so she braced herself against his shoulders and nodded waiting for the pain.
He went slowly for the simple fact that she wouldn't take all of him at once. Inch by tormenting inch he fed his cock into her tight, wet heat. He wasn't but maybe half way in. "Oh fuck you're tighter than I thought."
She almost laughed. "I told you. You're not going to fit."
"Do you trust me?" She looked at him. "You can say no and keep up this torture on the both of us or you can say yes and I can end it."
She swallowed but nodded her head. "Yes I trust you, Jon."
He bent down and kissed her. Taking in her sudden scream as he shoved his entire dick into her in one fast motion. "You okay?"
She let out a breath. "Yes."
He stayed still letting their bodies adjust to each other for several minutes. When he felt her body relax around him he began to rock his hips. "And I thought you said you wanted it rough." He teased her.
"Well that might have been before I found out you're bigger than I thought you were."
He kept his pace. "You thought about it?"
"You like to go commando if you're not in match right after a promo. A girl notices things."
"Alright then." He said amused. "Tell me when you want to go faster."
She told him to speed up in only a few minutes. Her arms wrapping around and snaking up his back as he pounded into her. Her hips rose to meet his in their heated mating. The sound of their bodies coming together mixed with their audible grunts and moans. He nipped at her shoulders and neck as she tilted her head back and ran her finger nails up and down his back.
He growled when she clawed a little too hard. She giggled and he slammed into her harder, punishing her so she did it again. "Ow. Not. Nice." He punctuated each word with a hard thrust.
"I'd say sorry but I'd hate to lie." To punctuate her words she clawed at his back. He bit her shoulder hard. "OW!"
"I'd say sorry but I'm not." He stared into her eyes as he pounded into her. He could be very dangerous, if she let him get to close, Ash decided. All thoughts went out the window when he rolled them. "Ride me, Texas girl."
She did as he told her. Grinding against him, impaling herself on his massive cock until she couldn't hold herself upright. Jon held her against him hammering into her raising his hips to meet her body. Her moans of pleasure spurring him on.
"Ah…ah fuck don't stop."
He did but only for a short time adjusting their bodies. He learned she would let him have almost all control early in the night and used it as he wanted. Now behind her on their sides he put her leg over his and entered her again. Almost beating his hips against her ass as he snaked his hand around to find that sweet little ball of nerves.
She moaned a little louder. "Like that?" He asked licking and nipping a hot trail on her neck and jaw.
"Yeah."
He removed his hand to her protests and pulling her head back to crash into her lips. He had the overwhelming desired to have his lips on hers as they came. He almost had a second thought but the first wave of her orgasm caught him and he stopping thinking as her walls squeezed, milking his cock for all its worth.
They land there, her back against his chest, his still simi-hard cock inside her. "Oh hot damn." They said in unison.
They both laughed. "You're never leaving this bed." He whispered into her ear.
"Oh yeah? Well you're going to have to explain that to a lot of people."
"What that I'm holding you captive as my sex slave? Nah. You don't explain that type of stuff to people." He said rolling on to his back.
"No? What do you do then Mr. Good?" She turned to face him.
She was too far away, he thought. He wanted her, needed her touch. His thoughts scared him but his meant to be smartass reply terrified him. "You marry the slave." He stopped but forced himself to keep talking trying to bring it back to witty. "Then nobody is the wiser." And it failed.
Ashley caught his sudden pause but chose to ignore it. "Well I'm not that type of girl. I don't marry the guy on the first date only after the second or third and the sex has to amazing all three times." She looked up at him and smirked.
They talked for a few more minutes until neither could complete a sentence without yawning.