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I'm sorry I haven't been updating recently, life got in the way!

My computer had a virus, I had to ride Paddy every night and I had work to complete.  My dad made me break down after I spent TWO FUCKING DAYS with him. I swear I should put up a restraining order against him after what he has done to me. Sorry, I'm emotionally abused as well, so, I wanted to write but my creativity stalled and I started counselling.


Tar,
~Chrissie.

Chapter 20

Richie stifled a groan as he wrapped his arms tighter around Evie; 

she smiled and turned to face him. "Morning darlin' " he whispered in her ear, a sharp knock hit the front door followed by some Jersey cursing.

"Richard Stephen Sambora, we go on in five minutes" Jon told the lead guitarist, walking in on them.

"God man, put some clothes on!" Jon hollered as he opened the 

door to find a naked Richie, with an almost-naked Evie.

He sat up, the cool air whistling over his overheated body, he then chucked on his stage-clothes. "I'm coming, keep your freaking pants on!" Richie replied, kissing Evie on the lips.


He then rushed off to the stage, leaving Evie all alone.She chucked on some clothes, eyeing Richie's favourite acoustic guitar-his double neck Ovation, he wouldn't mind would he? She grinned, walking over to the guitar, she picked it up and feeling the frets under her fingers was rewarding. This place could be boring when you weren't playing, or watching, for that matter. She huffed out a sigh; her fingers played the strings as her mind wondered.

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Richie was on fire, running all over the stage as usual and Jon, 

well he still a voice like sandpaper, they were being worked to death and it was worrying, but they still carried on despite this. Richie didn't show any sign of exhaustion in the bedroom but really, he was feeling the strain. 

He started to play the riff to Let It Rock, Jon was jumping and bouncing and the crowd were on fire. Then as the hours flew by, it was time for the encore. Richie rushed backstage; he grabbed his Stenson of a hook, and walked into his dressing room. He looked at Evie and tutted.

 "Naughty girl, did I say that you could do that” he sarcastically told her, gently strutting over to her, his hand grabbing the neck and he kissed her on the lips in a short, but passionate kiss. “Not long to go, darlin’ ” he told Evie, letting go of the heated kiss, then walked back onto the stage in his rock star glory. 

The crowd screamed as he entered and played the opening riff to Wanted Dead or Alive, his foot tapped along to the rhythm and he couldn't wait for this to be over. Jon took to the microphone, his voice struggling to comprehend the high notes but 

Richie always helped him out, like the caring, thoughtful man he was. Then the song came to an end, transient, he thrust his hands up as they bowed for the end of the show.

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Evie heard all of the clapping from outside, she stood up as she heard male voices coming down the hall. Richie was laughing. Dave probably said something funny; she ran towards the lead guitarist and jumped into his arms.

Chapter 19

He pushed her against the wall, his breathing heavy and laboured as she slyly smiled. She bit her bottom lip, then she went for it, she thrust her tongue down her throat, he groaned through the kisses as her talented fingers ran through his hair. He searched every inch of her delicious mouth, savouring her scent. He let go; her hand slowly going south, gently raking across his dick, making it come to life at once.

She gently undid the zipper, releasing the lovely piece of flesh from its cloth prison. Then she threw his trousers somewhere across the room, he gently groaned as she took him into her mouth, she set her pace, rhythmically moving along his throbbing length.

"Oh Gawddddddd Evie" he moaned, his mercy was in her hands.... and she wouldn't let him release just yet. Her mouth was hot fire; he grabbed her hair as orgasmic shudders overtook his body. She grinned and raked her teeth along his shaft, she let him fall from her mouth and her hand started to pump him, setting her own pace.

His hands became floppy, eyes rolled back and his body shuddered as orgasmic waves swept through him. Instinctively, he flipped her round so he was on top of her, deciding she was way too overdressed he expertly took of her t-shirt. Glad she wasn't wearing a bra. His hands cupped her breast, testing its weight against his hand; yep it was right for him. He grabbed a nipple and took it in his mouth, biting it gently she whimpered, he then moved his attention to the other pebble of perfection; his hand caressing it until it had become a hard pebble.

Her aching pussy screamed for his attention, he tutted and she arched for him to remove her jeans; he swiftly chucked them on the other side of the room and removed her soaking panties. He spread her legs and he entered two calloused fingers, gently starting pumping her heat, then he found her sensitive nub, she arched to meet his hungry gaze and he smiled. Then he lost complete control as the hungry beast took over him. He pumped harder and faster as her body squirmed around on the carpet, he entered another finger as a small groan caught in the back of Evies throat. He then grabbed some ice-cubes, he placed them in her heat, the cold water trickled down her legs which he willingly collected, he removed his soaking wet fingers and licked them slowly, savouring her sticky sweet taste.

He rested his hands on her knees as his tongue tasted the sweetness; he lapped her flowing juices and licked his lips. He then entered his raging dick and roughly pumped her, so much so that she cum right there. But he wanted her to topple over the edge and Richie always gets what he wants. Their breathing hitched, he pumped more furiously, their bodies were entwined.

She then floated off into Richie World….. His orgasm swept over his body as he fell down next to her, exhausted. The beast was satisfied…. for now

Chapter 18

Jon sharply knocked on the door, considering Richie slept on the plane, he should be awake now. He sighed, he was getting no answer.
"Wake up Rich" Jon shouted. Richie stretched out his long legs, pulling in the woman next to him. Jon hollered again this time, Richie noticed. He grumbled as he clambered his legs out of the bed, he strode his way to the door. The door opened. "What the hell man, you know it's way too early to be up" Richie retaliated.
"It's 10am" Jon replied
Richie turned the whole situation onto it's head by talking about Evie. Jon said she was a bad influence and that she shouldn't of come. This, obviously turned into an argument. Their voices heated; Richie was truly pissed off.

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Evie rolled over, her hand finding that there was no one there, Richie was gone. She turned her attention to the hated voices outside of her room. She did a cat-like stretch and her back popped. She sighed and opened the door, "Rich, what's going on?" she asked, confused.
"Come on darlin', lets get back to bed; it's way too early" he murmured, scowling at Jon.  She lay on the bed, Richie lay next to her. "Rich, I don't feel too good" she mumbled, her face pale. He put a hand to her forehead, shaking his head. "You got a temperature, try and sleep, we'll see if ya feel any better then" he told Evie.
She closed her eyes and fell into sleep. Richie pulled up the covers, mumbled goodnight and left the room.
Richie walked down to the hotels gym, he needed to work-out. He hit the treadmill, he put on some fast metal riffs to run too, soon he had worked up a sweat. He moved onto the weights and grabbed some dumbbells, his muscles flexed and strained. After a time, he was done and decided to go and look and see if Evie was better.


Rich opened the door, his gaze moving to Evie, she was still sleeping; probably unconscious. He tip-toed over to the bed. Richie lifted up the covers and sure enough she was gone alfresco, he moved one calloused fingertip gently along her abdomen, making her groan. He stroked her slits, then delved a finger along a vein in  her heat. He repeated this over and over but to no avail. He moved his calloused fingertip to her little nub of sensitivity, which he was sure to wake her up. She bolted upright, her face full of pure pleasure. He smiled and took out his finger.
"So nice" she whispered, just enough so he could hear. " Nice to hear darlin' " he moaned, his erection growing.


"God woman, If we do this anymore we won't be leaving in one piece" he groaned, eyes dark with desire. "I'm good with that" she replied.
"Yeah, but Jon isn't" he retorted, getting up. She picked up her clothes, plonking them on. She strode over to Richie, her hand rubbed over his chest, making him growl. "Ah darlin' " he purred, pushing his hands through her hair. She purred. He thrust his tounge down her throat, she moaned through the kisses as her hands tapped up and down his spine. "Sambora, time to go" Jon shouted, his patience wained.

"I'm busy" Richie replied as he let go of the kisses. Jon stormed in, grabbing Richie. Evie punched Jon in the face, standing up for Rich.
"What the fuck was that for?"
"No one grabs Richie like that, even you" she replied, eyes stormy. Richie shushed her, picked her up and down to the limo.
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Richie got out, taking Evie with him, David and Jon went up the stage to sound check.
Richie and Evie walked into Richie's room, guitars were strewn everywhere. One guitar stood out. It was a black Jersey Star, Floyd rose pickups and a strap that said 'King of Swing'. She plugged it in, walked over to Richie's custom-made voice box and started to play Livin' On A Prayer. Richie trotted over to her, white Jersey Star in hand, she said through the voice box "I really want to fuck you". He chuckled. "So do I, Evie" he replied, playing a soft melody on his beloved Kramer.
"We can do it now" she whispered, seductively in his earhole. "As much as I do, we have sound check to get to" Richie replied in a low growl. She did a pick slide then started playing the Muddy Waters classic Rock Me Baby on the guitar, her heart occasionally missing a beat. Rich's breathing hitched, no not here, not now he had sound check to get to. "I've gotta go" he stammered, annoyed that his body had other ideas. He fumbled onto the stage and tested out his guitar. They went straight into playing Wild In The Streets, Richie couldn't get dirty thoughts out of his head. Finally after a while sound check was finished, Richie took off his guitar and walked back to the room where Evie was.

Chapter 17

Richie shook her gently; her eyes opened. He put a hand to her sweaty forehead. "Hello baby, have a nice sleep?" he asked.
"Yeah, what country are we in?" she replied.
"England, darlin' " he told her.
Pushing her hair out of her eyes she stared at Richie, her eyes welling up. "I never meant for any of this to happen, it's all my fault". "No, nothings your fault, Jon's just being a grumpy bastard"
He took her hand in his, his eyes stared at hers as she poured everything out to him; the loss of her family, addiction and pure heartbreak. She sobbed into his chest as he did his best to comfort her.
"Shh darlin', it'll be alright" he muttered, stroking her back. Jon leant against the door, he heard her sobbing, pouring her heart out to his wing man.

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She fell into his warm arms as she finished. He picked her up, her eyes red and cheeks stained. His arms were so cosy and inviting; she could just fall asleep right now. She did as Richie sat her down. She nuzzled his chest as he rubbed her back as the plane landed on smooth tarmac. England was beautiful, green grass everywhere. She was home, she breathed in the sweet smell of silage and the smell that rain had just fallen. She ran down the steps, Richie just barely able to keep up. She whimpered as he wrapped his strong arms around her waist, pulling her in.
"Oh no, you really got me" she protested as he carried her through check in. She breathed in his heavenly, spicy, musky scent. He stared down at her, his eyes welling  at how this woman could put up with a divorce, her mother dying when she was young and living with an alcoholic dad.


 She broke down in his arms on the plane. Jon needed a serious talking to.He would contain his anger towards Jon until they had gotten towards the hotel. She was safe. He strode over to his limo, careful to not go in one with Jon; for Evie's sake. He cautiously placed her down and sat beside her, his hand holding onto hers. When they did reach the hotel he slid his key into the lock and opened the room.
The room had a large King sized bed in the middle, a large bay window at the far end, a coffee table and most importantly a kettle. He put her down, his gaze moving towards the coffee that was there waiting for him. Gulp. He downed in ten seconds flat. "You want some?" he asked Evie. She shook her head and a smirk played about on her lips. "Come here King" she seductively whispered.


He wasn't called the King of Swing for nothing you know. He bit his lip unsure of what Jon would think of it. Ah well fuck it. She grabbed his shoulders as he slobbered kisses on her neck. She groaned. He made little kisses down her arm to her hand. She bit his earlobe as he grunted and groaned through the kisses. "If you can play dirty, I can too" she whispered, he slyly smiled. He pushed her down, his hands wanting to stroke her so hard that she cums. But he'd do it slowly.Just to tease her. He leant down and sniffed her heavenly scent. He licked his lips as he wanted one of those nipples in his mouth.He'd undo her piece by piece. His fingers pulled off her t-shirt effortlessly, exposing two beautiful breasts underneath that bra. Now he had to do something about that bra. His fingers clumsily tried to undo it.


 "Need help" Evie asked, eyes blackened. Richie nodded. She undid  it, taking it off with absolute precision, flinging it to the other end of the room. "Now where were we?" he asked, gazing at them; natural perfection, the best ones he had ever seen and he had seen a lot of breasts.His fingers rubbed them, caressing until they had become hard pebbles of perfection. He groaned as she squirmed and squiggled underneath him. His hand cupped one as he tested it's weight against his hand, yep it was the right weight for him.
His tounge licked at the valley between her breasts. Waves of pleasure hit her as he sent little shots through her core.
"Oh Richie harder" she screamed as juices spilled out of her, staining the bed.


He evilly grinned as his fingers slid down her body. He gently but firmly spread her legs for her; she arched.
"Wait darlin' " he gasped, sliding one finger into her soaking heat. She groaned the exquisite pleasure too much to bear; she needed orgasm. He delved in another finger into the wetness. He slowly pumped getting harder and harder as her orgasm drew nearer and nearer. Then her hips buckled; pussy tighter. He withdrew his finger from her sore clit and replaced it with his tounge, as her heart raced inside of her chest. He slowly teased her  with his tounge, lapping at her juices.
"Oh God, sticky sweet just the way I like it" he moaned. She nodded, not being able to speak through the pleasure this man was giving her. He sat up, rubbing her sweaty forehead with his hand. He stared at Evie, she was lost in the pleasure, her head lolled back and her pussy even tighter.


He stuck his cock into her,  them both whole. She screamed his name coarsely as the second orgasm tore her apart. He pushed her, pumping her till he was dry and had nothing left. Her eyes rolled as she went into abyss, "I think ya broke my dick darlin' " he told her; she smirked at his remark. He lay next to her, exhausted and milk-dry. He pulled up the covers and welcomed the land of abyss, as his orgasm crashed through him like a freight train.


a/n I've been really depressed lately, probably why I'm writing smut, also the emotional abuse, manipulation and what not has been getting worse.

Chapter 16

Evie dragged them through the terminal, towards check-in. Richie went up to drop off the bags, David was with him and Evie went looking for the other members of the band. Finally she returned, dragging them by their ears.
"Ouch, that hurt" Jon moaned
"Suck it up, cry baby" Evie replied
Richie and David were chuckling, she gave them the evils. If looks could kill. Anyhow Dave had started to walk towards security, the whole band following.


Her stomach grumbled, she rushed towards Richie, her arm wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. Finally they had reached security, they walked through the scanner.
Richie grabbed her waist, spinning her around to look at his big brown eyes.
He grabbed her and her lips melting on his, she groaned as she ran her fingers up along his back.
"Evie, baby, later"
"Awww"
She took his hand, increasing her grip as she strode along the terminal looking for their gate.
Jon and the rest of the band trailed along, Jon pointed.
"Look our gate" he shouted, Richie and Evie still looked at each other, Jon's commands were falling onto blind ears.
"Oi, King we have a flight to get to" he told him whilst he did a quick jab in the arm.



He spun around to face his boss, fire in his eyes. Oh God, he knew what that meant.
Richie grabbed Evie playfully, wandered past Jon and down towards the plane.
Jon sighed and followed the lovebirds, perhaps this was a bad idea.
Anyhow Richie chucked his luggage into the compartment, he shut it. She stepped onto the plane, the seats were a soft beige, she caught the sight of some drink.
She saw her boyfriend, he was trying to close the compartment door but it wouldn't. She sighed and strode over to him, she laid her hand on the door and shut it.


"I have a way with things" she told him
"I see" Richie mumbled, biting his bottom lip. Just at that moment Jon arrived, he had a scowl on his face.
He pointed his calloused finger at Evie, he walked up to her and mumbled in her ear "I knew you shouldn't have come with us"
OK,  now he was making threats.
Her blood began to boil,  her eyes became stormy all of a sudden and her hands started to shake.
"Listen, I am not going back now, and the only reason that it happened was because Richie wasn't there to protect me, so just keep that crap from coming out of your mouth"


"Lookie here little lady" He said pushing her against the wall, his bright blue eyes stormy.
Richie tried to push Jon away but unfortunately it was no use, Jon just shoved him back down.
Where was the caring Jon? it was like he had changed into the sicko at the bar, his voice was dominant and raspy, a slither of a tear came from her eye.
His finger caught it and smeared it on her face, he did a laugh, his hands still holding her against the inside of the plane.


She tried to lift her leg but it was no use, Jon had firmly pinned her down. She wanted to cry, shout, scream for all it was worth but only little whimpers of pain came out of her.
That was it! Richie punched Jon in the face, grabbed Evie in his strong arms.
He shut the door behind him, the woman in his arms was more or less unconscious, she had so much pain left inside, he knew it. 

Chapter 15

She sighed, her body cracked in every place, she lifted her legs off the bed. She stood up, Mr Magic Fingers wasn't up yet but she wasn't gonna leave him sleeping. She stepped over to the end of the bed and crouched down, she lifted the cover off one of Richie's feet. She started to massage it but no that wouldn't wake him up so she started to tickle it.

He chuckled, she grabbed his leg and started to pull him off his bed. He grabbed one of his pillows, she increased her grip pulling him off the bed completely.
"Wake up, lazy sod" she shouted at him, she noticed the pillow and whacked him with it.
"What was that for?" he asked
"To get you up, I tried everything else"
"Oh"
He sat up, rubbing his head. He stood up, walked over to his girlfriend, he grabbed the pillow and whacked her on the face, she retaliated by hitting him back with yet another pillow.
He lost his balance, and fell on top of her. She started laughing, so did he.
"Get off, you big goof" she told him, pushing Richie off her stomach.

She lay on the floor, he handed her his hand, she took it pulling him to the floor. She passionately kissed him on the lips, his hand trailed it's way under her pajama top. She slapped his hand, his almost black eyes looked up at her.
"Naughty boy, did I say you could do that?"
"No, mother" he mumbled, emphasizing the word.

"Come 'ere you" she murmured, pulling him in for another kiss. They held the kiss for a while, not wanting to let go of each other.
But soon enough they had a knock on the door.
"I'm busy, come back another time" Richie told them.
"I know you're in there", it was David.
She let go of him, falling onto the floor, he got up and walked over to the door.

"Hello Richie, have a pleasant morning?"
"Well, she woke me up, by tickling me"
"Ahh poor you"
"Shut up, Dave" Richie told the curly haired bloke.
"Well were off to England next, meet ya downstairs in an hour"
Richie mumbled a thanks and shut the door.
"Pack, were off to England next"

"My family is British, we lived there before we moved when I was 18, it'll be a trip down memory lane" she replied
He walked over to her, gave her clothes and walked into the shower. She picked up the t-shirt, put on some tight, ripped jeans and sat down on the bed. She sighed, this was going to be a long tour. She packed her suitcase, her thick British accent really coming out.

"Gordon Bennett" she whispered in frustration.
" Gordon Who?" Richie asked as he wrapped the towel around
himself.
"Oh that, we say it all the time in England, one of our slang words, I came over here to study, ended up liking it and staying"
"I never knew that" he mumbled
"How old are you anyway?" he asked.
"I'm 24"
"Okay, we'll better get going"
She grabbed her suitcase, Richie put some clothes on, sunglasses even though it wasn't even sunny and followed his girlfriend down to reception.
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She strutted over to David, and waited for Richie to come down.
"I never thought you'd arrive" David asked
"Sometimes I question your intelligence level" Evie replied cheekily
"That  wasn't very nice now was it"
"It was a joke, I wasn't trying to offend you or something"
At that point, Richie walked into the reception area, with lots of suitcases, she trotted over to him, picked up her suitcase and gave him a kiss.
"Lets go shall we, don't want to miss our flight now do we?"
"No" Dave replied
"It was a rhetorical question, honestly" she walked out to the limo, Dave and Rich caught up to her and sat in the limo, off to the airport.