Chapter 49

The door slamming sounded like a shotgun and left four men stunned and staring at it. Richie reached for the knob, David stopping him. “Are you sure you want to do that? You could be taking your life in your hands man.”

Richie waived him off, “I’m bigger than he is, I can take him.” David laughed, “you’re going to have to catch him first.” Richie rolled his eyes, why did everyone think he couldn’t catch Jon? “Just leave him to me guys” he told them and opened the door, bracing himself for the wrath of Jon.

“What the fuck do you want? Shouldn’t you be practicing or something after that fiasco of a sound check?” Richie had broken a string and then hit a rare off note during rehearsal and Jon’s frustration had boiled over and blown things completely out of proportion.

Richie heaved in a breath, trying to keep a cap on his own temper, “look man, I don’t know what the fuck your problem is, but you’d better get over it and quick. You can’t expect the fans to ignore the fact that you’re PMS-ing worse than any woman I’ve ever met!”

Jon stalked over, fists clenched at his sides, and got right in Richie’s face, “my problem is…” he stopped. He looked at Richie and backed away.

He couldn’t do it; he couldn’t take this out on him. Flopping down into the nearest chair he started again, quietly and more in control this time. “My problem is I was on the phone with Cilla when the four of you started pounding on my door and rudely interrupted us.”

Richie walked over and picked up Jon’s phone from the table, scrolled through his contacts and, before handing the phone to Jon, committed the number listed under ‘Sweets’ to memory. If Jon didn’t get a handle on this situation, maybe he could. Turning he put the phone in Jon’s hand, “call her back and finish whatever it was we interrupted.” He strode to the door, “I’m locking this behind me and when I see you again, you’d better have a smile on that ugly mug of yours.” Jon flipped him off and the “yes dad” he muttered follow Richie out the door.

He turned the phone over and over in his hand. What was wrong with him? No woman, not even Dot, had ever had him this churned up. Normally six weeks away would be nothing for him to handle. Although, if he was going to be honest, when the itch got to him this bad before he always had a way to take care of it. Now, there was only one person he wanted to scratch that itch for him and she was much too far away.

When her phone rang she called to Sid, “can you get that for me?” Cilla was in the middle of frosting and aligning the layers of a cake and she wasn’t at a place she could stop yet. Sid wiped his hands and grabbed her phone, “Cilla, Queen of Tarts, what’s your pleasure?” Cilla rolled her eyes at his greeting and continued with what she was working on.

Jon nearly laughed. “Sid, is that you?” What was he doing answering her phone? Sid nodded his head, “hey Jon.” Cilla nearly dropped the cake she was transferring to the refrigerator. “Give me the phone Sid.”

Sid turned away from her, “how’s the tour going?” Jon really didn’t want to talk to Sid but he couldn’t be rude either. “Things are just fine Sid. Is Cilla there?” Cilla grabbed for the phone as Sid was answering “she’s right her…”

“Hey Jon.” Cilla shooed Sid back through the swinging door to the front of the shop, “go back to work Sid.” She turned back to the phone, “sorry about that.”

Jon rubbed his hand across his forehead, “you’re alone now?” Cilla nodded, “yeah.”
“Good. Can you go upstairs?”

Cilla washed her hands and took off her apron, “is everything all right Jon?” His voice sounded tight and frustrated.

“It will be as soon as you get upstairs. I’ve got an hour before my band comes in here and kills me for my outbursts during and after sound check. Please Sweets, just get upstairs.” He knew how she felt about her kitchen, and even though they had gotten carried away there twice, he wasn't going to have her do what he wanted there, if only because Sid was just on the other side of the door.

“What did you say that has them all upset with you?” she asked as stepped out the back door and headed up the stairs. Jon sighed; “it doesn’t matter Sweets. I just need you and we don’t have much time.”

Cilla smiled, “so we’re going to pick up where we left off earlier?” Jon nodded, “oh yeah. What’re you wearing right now Sweets?”

She caught sight of herself in the mirror, “you mean other than the pink camisole, khaki pants and the smudge of frosting on my cheek?” Jon closed his eyes and could see her standing in her room. “Is your hair still all tied back?” She nodded, “yes.”

“Take it down” he ordered.

Cilla pulled the band from her hair, groaning lightly as she combed her fingers through the still damp tresses. “It’s down and over one shoulder.”

Jon pulled his shirt off and stroked his growing erection through his jeans, “get naked for me Sweets.” She hesitated; she hadn’t planned on their phone play going this far. She had been expecting more frustration, not mutual satisfaction.

“Please” he begged quietly through the phone.

The low gravel-mixed-with-whiskey tone in his voice had her blood warming and she did as he asked. Moving to lie on her bed she brought the phone back to her ear, “okay Jonny.”

That soft, breathy way she said his name had him that much harder and they hadn’t even really got started yet. He popped the button on his jeans; this wasn’t going to take long.
“Sweets, tell me, are you ready for me?”

Cilla took a deep breath; she could do this for him. “My breasts are heavy, aching for your touch.” She stroked a hand over herself, “my nipples are hard,” she whispered as she pinched them, “and begging for your mouth.”

She heard Jon’s breathing change and when he spoke his voice was lower. “Sweets, are you wet for me?”

She slid her hand down her body, through the slight bit of hair, “I’m soaked Jonny.”

Jon swore silently and slid his jeans down, wrapping his hand around his now straining cock. "Sweets if I was there I'd lap up all that sweetness before I slid my fingers inside and made you cum so hard." He heard her breath catch, "do it for me Sweets."

She moved her fingers, stroking herself lightly at first. She could feel the tingle starting and she moved her hand faster, sliding her fingers inside herself she groaned low into the phone. "God Jonny, I wish you were here..." the last 'e' trailed off as her orgasm washed over her.

Jon stroked himself faster as he listened and when she groaned that last time he gave up the fight and let himself go. Her name slid out between his lips on a groan as he felt the warmth flow over his hand and onto his stomach.

"Sweets" he breathed into the phone when he could talk again. The "Jonny" he heard was barely more than a sigh. "I love you baby."