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What A Girl Wants	By : AEMorgan Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Bon Jovi Views: 2556 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Bon Jovi. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Jon kissed Heather on the cheek, wished her a happy birthday and handed her a present and card as she opened the door. Heather beamed at him, grabbed his hand and pulled him into the front room. Sheced ced the present on the table without even looking at it and pushed the door open, carefully watching Jon's reaction.

Jon's eyes widened; Richie was kneeling in front of the couch, completely naked and sporting a proud erection, held hard by a rubber ring around its base. He was looking down, his dark hair obscuring his face. Heather called his name softly and he looked up, face flushed in embarrassment to the same shade of red as the large ball gag silencing him. A leather dog collar was buckled around his neck, a silver chain dangling down over his chest to the floor between his knees.

Jon met Richie’s eyes briefly, then looked away, swallowing nervously, tongue darting out to wet dry lips. “I… uhhh… I think I should go,” he falteringly told Heather. “I… I’m obviously interrupting… err… something.”

Heather stepped between Jon and Richie, her arms going around Jon's neck, her body pressing tight against his.

"You don't have to go," she whispered against his mouth, tongue brushing against his lips before sliding past as she kissed him. Stunned, Jon accepted the kiss, neither deepening it nor pushing Heather away. "Richie said I could have anything for my birthday. And I want you!" Heather felt Jon's cock hardening against her leg and pushed on. "You don't want to make me unhappy on my birthday, do you Jon?" She asked, pulling back and searching his face. She laughed softly at the arousal obvious in his dilated blue eyes and leaned forward to kiss him again. "Say no," she whispered in his ear. "And you walk out this door and we’ll forget this ever happened. Say yes…" She trailed off, her hand sliding down to play with Jon's erection through his jeans.

Jon whimpered and rocked his hips into Heather's hand. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him, crushing his lips to hers.

Breathing hard, Heather pulled back and grinned at Jon, nodding slowly. She took a step backward and, without taking her eyes from Jon, crouched down and picked up the silver chain, tugging Richie awkwardly to his feet as she stood up again. Wrapping the chain around her wrist, she grabbed Jon's hand in her own and pulled both men into the bedroom.

Pushing Jon backwards onto the bed, Heather turned her attention to Richie, ordering him to kneel at the side of the bed, and looping the chain around the foot of the bed. She crouched down next to him and cupped his face in her hands; she covered his face with light kisses, running her tongue over his lips, leaving him breathing hard, his chest heaving and nostrils flaring with the exertion. Heather laughed quietly and ran her tongue up over Richie's cheek, whispering in his ear.

"You want him, don't you baby? You want to touch him, want to taste him." Richie moaned and nodded. "But guess what? I'm having him!" Heather declared, standing up and, fingering Richie's hard cock, pulled away and turned her attention back to the bed, and to Jon.

Jon was sitting tensely on the edge of the bed, watching the interplay between Richie and Heather, still feeling as though he should get the hell outta there. But there was a part of him that was insistent in wanting to know; wanting to know what it felt like to be Richie, wanting to know what Heather was going to do, wanting to know Heather. He swallowed heavily as she turned back to him, a grin slowly growing on his face to match hers as she pushed him down on his back, straddling his hips as her lips met his. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth in a frantic kiss as she started unbuttoning his shirt, before ripping it off and popping open the buttons on his jeans.

Jon gasped and broke the kiss, lifting his hips off the bed as Heather pulled the jeans down his legs, her hands rubbing firmly over his skin. He moaned and struggled to a sitting position as Heather moved to kneel on the end of the bed, slowly unlacing her bodice.

"Richie, no! You are not supposed to be staring at the floor." Heather stopped what she was doing, her full attention turned to Richie as he lifted his head to meet her eyes, cheeks flushing even redder. "If you don't want to watch, you can go back out to the front room and leave me and Jon…" she ran her finger down the inside of Jon's thigh, giggling as he wriggled against her. "… Alone, if that's what you want?" She raised an eyebrow, waiting for Richie's answer.

Richie shook his head, taking as deep a breath as possible, forcing himself to watch as Heather slowly stripped, running her hands over her breasts, her moans echoing in his ears. Not that watching Heather was hard, he reasoned. Making him hard, perhaps, but that was the normal reaction. No, the hard thing was watching her touch herself, whilst straddling Jon's lap. Richie moaned low in his throat as Heather ran her hands over Jon's bare chest, pushing him back down on the bed.

She slid down Jon's body, pressing kisses down his chest and stomach as she did, running her fingers along the length of his hard cock, one hand wrapping around the base of it, the other capturing a few drops of pre-come on her finger, licking it off slowly, laughing as Jon thrust up and moaned loudly.

"Actually, I have a better idea," Heather decided as she slid off the bed and unhooked the lead from Richie's collar, tugging him to his feet and instructing him to get on the bed. "I think you know what to do," She told him, removing the gag, kissing him, and then watching as Richie and Jon's eyes locked on each other's.
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