Chapter 4

Richie is driving to Jon’s house, forcing himself not to turn around and go back to Valerie’s. His pants are still uncomfortably tight causing him to shift in his seat trying to relieve the pressure.

“Ok Richie, calm down.” he whispered to himself.

The last thing he wants to do is walk into Jon’s place with a ragging hard-on. He can only imagine the shit he’ll get from Jon when he finds out nothing happened.

Richie pulls up to the gate to Jon’s house and punches in the code to open the doors. His temporary home until the construction on his newly purchased house is finished. He parks the car then walks around outside trying to calm his nerves before going inside. When he enters the house he sees Jon starting to go upstairs. Jon turns around when he hears Richie come in.

“Hey man, sorry I ditched you at the bar.” Richie apologizes although he’s not really sorry.

“Yeah....sure..... I see how you are. A pretty lady comes along, and you leave me in the dust.” Jon pretends his feelings are hurt.

“Hey...what can I say.” He shrugs his shoulders.

Jon chuckles “na...it’s fine. Chris gave me a ride home. So...did you get lucky?

“You know me. I don’t kiss and tell. Anyways.....nothing happened, we just talked.”

Jon gave him a shocked expression. “You mean to tell me the King of Swing has lost his touch. You walked out of the bar with a pretty....no wait I take that back....a gorgeous woman, and you didn’t put the charm on her? Wait until the guys hear about this!” Jon is shaking his head in disbelief.

“Asshole. Seriously we just went over to the diner and talked. I got to know a lot about her.” Richie glares at Jon.

“Oh how sweet.” Jon taunts him.

“Fuck you.” He emphasizes with a hand gesture.

“Sorry man I can’t help it. It’s funnier than hell. So what’s the deal, did you choke?”

“No, this one’s special. I can sense it. She’s been through a lot, and I didn’t want to come off as a horny fucker, only interested in one thing. Even though I usually am.”

“Wow...special huh. Do you think she’s worth the wait?” Jon couldn’t help but ask, knowing his friend isn’t very good at waiting for anything. Especially when it comes to getting laid. Hummm...maybe I should make a bet with Tico and Dave.

“Oh, I definitely think she’s worth the wait.” Richie replied reliving the kiss he shared with Valerie in his mind. God, this is going to be torture. He can’t help but think of a few other places of hers he’d like to kiss.

“Well good for you, man. I hope everything works out.” Jon gives him two days max before he’ll be in that girl’s pants. “Oh yeah....I was going to talk to you about something I just thought of.”

“Ok....just as long as your done taunting me.” Richie warns him.

“Yeah I’m done for now. It’s about the tour. I was thinking....maybe we should fire this band we have opening for us and ask Daughtry to come along and start the shows. If that’s cool with you and the rest of the guys. I know how pissed Tico gets when I don’t run things by him before I make a decision.”

“I think it’s a great idea. Those guys have been fucking up for awhile and it’s getting embarrassing.”

“Cool. You are thinking with your head and not your dick....right?” Jon can’t help throwing in that taunt.

“Ok....I’m done talking to you. Goodnight.”

Richie turns away from Jon before he decides to deck him. He heads upstairs with Jon following.

“I guess I better go to bed and take care of my wife.” Jon tries not to bust out laughing.

Richie glares at Jon before turning to walk down the hallway to the guest rooms. Luckily the master bedroom is in the opposite end of the house from where he’s sleeping. He doesn’t care to listen to Jon banging Dorothea.

Richie is still too worked up to go to sleep. He decides a cold shower might do the trick to calm him down. He strips off all his clothes finally relieving the pressure in his crotch. He walks into the bathroom then turns on the water in the shower, leaving it on the cold side.

His body protests the coldness of the water. He forces himself to remain under the steady stream placing his head against the wall and closing his eyes. He tries so hard to clear his thoughts, but to no avail. He tries thinking about the tour, the new guitar he just bought, and the song he’s working on. Nothing works. Images of Valerie keep flashing into his mind.

When he feels the blood rushing to his cock despite the cold water, he lets out a groan. What’s wrong with me? I’m not a friggen teenager anymore. What is it about Valerie that has me so riled up? I better get this under control, or else she might just turn tail and run.

After a few moments of trying to ignore his body’s demands, he finally reaches his hand down and starts stroking his rock hard cock. He allows his mind to wander back to Valerie. He imagines it’s her hand softly rubbing his erection, while his tongue is leaving wet trails along the gentle curves of her body. His mouth finds one nipple then the other, sucking ever so slightly coaxing them to hardness. His fingers then trail down her belly to the junction of her thighs where he allows himself to lightly explore her folds. The gentle rubbing of her clit causes a moan to escape her beautiful mouth. Then his long slender digit finds her wetness and he loses all control.

Richie feels the tightening of his balls signaling his impending release. A low growl escapes his lips when his cum starts surging from his cock, spraying against the wall of the shower. He stands there a moment trying to relax his breathing. After adjusting the water to a warmer temp he then grabs the soap to wash off.

As Richie climbs out of the shower he grabs a towel to wrap around himself. Another smaller towel is used to dry off his long hair, before walking back into the bedroom. After much debate he climbs into bed and tries to go to sleep. Easier said then done.

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