One Wild Night
by Adelaide Elizabeth Morgan

"Heather, have you seen my..."

"Lighter?" She called out from the other room, anticipating his question. "There should be one in the second drawer of the cupboard."

Richie crawled across the bed, lying on his stomach as pulled the drawer open. He rummaged around until he found the lighter, placing it on top the cupboard. He was just about to close the drawer again when something else caught his eye. He pulled it out with a grin, raised an eyebrow and slipped the slim vibrator into the back pocket of his jeans.

He rolled off the bed and started to light the candles he had scattered around the room. "How did you know I was looking for a lighter?"

"You always light candles on your first night home," Heather pointed out, laughing at the candle he held in his hand. Richie grinned ruefully and placed the now lit candle back on the windowsill. He turned to face her, running his eyes appreciatively over her naked body.

He held his hand out to her. "Come here you." She dropped the towel she was rubbing her hair dry with and let herself be pulled close to him. He pressed her back against his chest, running his hands over her flat stomach. "Missed you," he whispered into her ear.

"Not as much as I missed you." Heather spun around his arms, looping her hands behind his neck and pulling him down for a kiss.

Richie moaned against Heather's lips; his tongue parting her lips as he deepened the kiss. He wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up slightly. Heather laughed and wrapped her legs around his waist.

Still kissing her, Richie carried Heather over to the bed, laying her down and leaning over her. Her hands tangled in his dark hair, holding his head close as they kissed, rocking against each other. Heather broke the kiss long enough to pull his t-shirt over his head. She tried to pull him back down for a kiss, but he pulled back, grinning mischievously.

"I found something else in your drawer when I was getting the lighter," he whispered in her ear, one hand reaching back into his pocket and pulling out the vibrator. He showed it to her, his grin growing as Heather's eyes widened and she blushed.

"Um... Richie, I can..."

Richie laughed, kissing her, silencing her protests. He turned the vibrator on, running it over her breasts. She arched up into the touch, gasping when he ran it over her tight nipples.


"Is this for those lonely nights when I'm away on tour and fucking Jon? Do you play with yourself, baby?" He ran the vibrator down over her stomach, down the crease of her legs and down one thigh, then back up and down the other. "Does it feel good? Do you think of me, baby? Do you scream my name when you come?"

Heather moaned; her hips rocking up against the vibrator, hands clutching at Richie's shoulders. "Richie, please..." She sobbed; breathing hard as Richie teased her, his tongue flickering out along her collarbone. He slipped just the very tip of the vibrator into her, laughing when she moaned and pushed her hips down, trying to force it in further. Richie kissed her on the lips, fingers trailing down her face and tilting her chin up until their eyes met. He grinned and slid the vibrator fully inside her. Heather gasped, her grip on his shoulders tightening as she slumped back against the pillows, breath coming in hard pants as the vibrator teased her.

"How do you use this, Heather?" Richie asked, pulling the vibrator out before pushing it back in again. "Do you maybe fuck yourself with it? Slamming it in and out as hard and fast as you can?" He demonstrated the action as he spoke. Heather moaned and spread her legs as Richie repeated the thrust, speeding up with every stroke until he was pistoning the toy continuously. Heather writhed on the bed beneath him, hips rocking up in rhythm with the toy, brushing against his cock until he was achingly hard.

"Does that feel good, Heather?" He asked, breathlessly.

Heather shook her head and moaned, a shudder wracking her as she orgasmed, screaming Richie's name. She collapsed back to the bed, chest heaving as she panted hard. Richie continued teasing her lightly and she squirmed, moaning softly.

"I think you liked that," Richie decided, kissing her hungrily, fucking her mouth with his tongue. Heather whimpered, hands sliding up to cup Richie's head as she returned the kiss.

"What gave it away?" Heather laughed, her lips brushing over Richie's.

"Just a feeling." Richie swept his hands over her breasts, pausing to play with her nipples. Heather gasped and arched up into his touch, his cock brushing oh-so-teasingly against her hip. "So sensitive," he murmured to himself. He pulled back, rolling the vibrator thoughtfully in his hands. "But I wonder..."

"Richie?" Heather recognised the expression on Richie's face and knew he was up to something.

"Heather." Richie replied, the tone of his voice giving nothing away. He brushed his lips over hers and turned the vibrator to full, sliding it inside her, the palm of his hand stopping it from sliding out.

Heather cried out, tossing her head from side to side, hips thrusting. "No... No ... Richie, please... I need... I can't...." she trailed off with a moan, pulling Richie close to kiss him. "More!" she gasped. "I need... I can't... Richie..."

Richie laughed, one hand slipping between them to rub her clit, tongue flickering out across her nipples. He rocked his hips, rubbing his cock against her thighs as she thrust up against him, writhing on the bed.

"Richie, please..." Heather moaned and took a deep breath. "I want you... inside me... now!" She begged, panting and clutching at him as the vibrator drove her to another screaming orgasm. Richie trembled with arousal as he watched her slump back down on the bed. He brushed a strand of her hair from her face, running the backs of his fingers along her jaw before kissing her.

"Well why didn't you just say so?"

Heather whimpered with loss as he pulled the vibrator from her and turned it off. It fell forgotten to the bed as Richie penetrated her, groaning as her muscles clenched around him. He slid his hands down her body to hold her hips, pressing a kiss to her stomach as he made love to her, pacing himself slowly to drive her wild again.

Moaning, Heather pulled him up, fingers tangling in his hair as she crushed her lips against his. She arched up, meeting his thrusts, wrapping her legs around his waist encouraging him to fuck her harder and deeper. Richie grunted, responding to her until they were rocking against each other in a frantic rhythm that brought them both to completion.

Richie collapsed on top of Heather, his head on her shoulder. He lay like that until he caught his breath and rolled off her. He stretched out next to her on the bed, kissing her lightly on the lips.

Heather smiled at Richie, pushing him onto his back and lying on top of him. She picked the vibrator up from the bed and looked at it, glancing back at Richie with a mischievous sparkle dancing in her eyes.

"Heather? Baby, what are you... oh! Oh, no... I... Heather...."

She silenced him with a kiss and then pulled back, placing one finger over his lips. "Are you trying to tell me you've never let Jon fuck you? You're always on top, are you?"

Richie shook his head. "N... No, but... uhh...." He trailed off, arching up as Heather placed a kiss on the sensitive skin behind his balls. "Heather..." His protests turned to moans of pleasure as she ran her finger gently around the ring of muscle, teasing him into relaxing. Dipping her head, she blew softly across his ass, the muscles quivering at the near-touch. Richie gasped, fingers tangling in the sheets. Heather laughed and looked up, meeting Richie's eyes. Richie swallowed heavily but nodded, answering the unspoken question on Heather's face.

She sighed with relief under her breath and smiled. "Have you got... uhh... anything?" She asked hesitantly, chewing on her lower lip.

Richie nodded. "Yeah. Inside pocket. Corner... suitcase." Heather giggled at his breathless and barely coherent answer. She slid off the bed and crouched down in front of Richie's suitcase. It didn't take long for her to find the lubricant secreted away in an inside pocket.

Back on the bed, she knelt between Richie's spread legs and coated one of her fingers with the lube. She massaged his muscles, coaxing them until she could slide her finger in.

Richie hissed and tensed, his muscles reflexively clenching around Heather's finger. His hands tightened into fists, the sheets ripping under the pressure. He gritted his teeth, whimpering as he adjusted to the penetration.

"Relax, Richie." Heather leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Richie's hip. "Just relax, it's only me." Richie grunted and spread his legs, sucking in great lungfuls of air. He lifted his head and met Heather's eyes, nodding.

Heather smiled at Richie, not breaking eye contact as she started to move her finger, massaging him from the inside. Richie groaned, tossing his head from side to side, his hips starting to buck up. By the time Heather was able to slide a second finger in, Richie was achingly hard and begging her to bring him off. He arched up, crying out, stars dancing in front of his eyes when Heather's fingers brushed over his prostate.

Noticing his reaction, Heather rubbed the sensitive spot until Richie was writhing on the bed. She continued to tease him to the very edge of orgasm before pulling back.

"Heather, please..." Richie moaned, reaching out for her, eyes widening at the sight of the vibrator she held. "Heather..."

"What was it you wanted to know?" Heather asked flirtatiously, turning the vibrator on. "Whether it felt better being fucked by this or just leaving it... Let's find out!" She turned it back off again and coated it in lubricant. Richie's breathing grew heavier as he watched her prepare the toy before gently working it into him and turning it on to a low setting. Richie arched up, crying out, spreading his legs wider and bending his knees slightly.

"I... Oh, God! Fuck! Heather... " Richie panted, reaching out for her as she pulled the vibrator out slightly and slid it in again. She repeated the action slowly and carefully until she felt less resistance. "I... More... Heather, please... I... uhh... harder."

"More?" Heather raised an eyebrow but obliged, slamming the toy hard and fast into Richie's ass, but again stopping before he came.

Turning the vibrator to full, she slid it back in and watched as he tensed, back arching up. His eyes met Heather's and he gasped at the arousal he saw there; her eyes dilated so wide the blue was almost completely covered by black.

"Enough... Fucking... Teasing!" Richie declared, half-growling and half-panting. He grabbed Heather's wrist and pulled her up, kissing her hard on the lips. Heather whimpered and straddled his hips, sinking down easily on his cock. Richie groaned and thrust up inside her, hands sliding down her body to hold her waist. Heather leaned forward, fingers tangling in his hair, fucking his mouth with her tongue as he rocked desperately between her and the vibrator. He came with a choked off moan, collapsing to the bed, hair damp and sticking to his face.

Heather whimpered and tensed as she orgasmed again, throwing her head back and arching her back. She slumped down on top of Richie, catching her breath. She reached down and gently pulled the vibrator from Richie, turned it off and dropped it to the bed. Leaning against Richie's chest, she laid her head on his shoulder, sighing contentedly as he wrapped his arms around her.

Wax from one of the many candles scattered around the room hissed and started to burn. Heather wrinkled her nose and frowned, looking around the room. She yawned as she sat up and slid off the bed.

Richie opened his eyes, fingers curling around Heather's. "Where you goin'?" He pouted sleepily.

"I need to blow out the candles." She explained.

"I can think of much more interesting things for you to blow!" Richie offered innocently, raising one eyebrow.

Heather laughed softly and cupped Richie's face in her hands, kissing him. She pulled back but Richie still didn't un-entangle their fingers. "The candles, Richie..." Richie sighed but let her go, watching from under hooded eyes as she extinguished the various candles in the room before moving back to the bed and settling down between Richie's legs. "Now, what was it you said about blowing something..."


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