Chapter 3 #4
Shawn rose and crawled over her body. The predatory look in his eyes promised more pleasure. She wrapped herself around him, needing his closeness. Needing his weight pressing her into the mattress more than she needed oxygen.
“That sound you just made was everything I’ve dreamed about,” he said, and he kissed her deeply. The brush of his tongue on hers was possessive, demanding. Shawn kissed her like his next breath depended on it.
The kisses he trailed across Mel’s cheek to the sensitive spot behind her ear sent a shiver down her spine.
She tilted her head for him to burrow into her neck.
Coarse stubble and soft lips had her craving another orgasm.
When his fingers closed on her opposite breast, Mel arched into his touch, filling his hand with flesh.
“Shawn?” Mel whispered. It was more of a whine.
His body went rigid, recoiling and lifting most of his weight off of her.
Her tone was far more serious than she meant it to be.
Shawn was braced above her as if waiting to hear he’d done something horribly wrong.
The man who seemed unfazed by threats to life and limb was afraid of her reaction. His eyes met hers, worried. “Yes, Mel?”
She circled her fingertips on the back of his head, hoping it was reassuring. “As much as I want to return the favor of sucking you off, I’m dying for you to fuck me. Now.”
Shawn exhaled, the air ruffling her hair. Dark desire burned in his eyes. “Same. I don’t know if I can be soft or slow,” he rumbled.
“I don’t want you to be.” All her fantasies of Shawn had been frenzied. She needed him filling her, thrusting with abandon. Soft and slow could be saved for another night. That week. Another night that week, she reminded herself.
“Please tell me there are condoms around here somewhere,” he said. It meant he’d come to her without expectation. A piece of her heart melted, knowing that.
“I’ve got it,” she said. Mel pushed on his shoulder, and he rolled to the side. When she stood up, the muscles of her legs were still weak, and she wobbled.
Mel darted to the bathroom. The tile floor was freezing, but she barely noticed. Mel pulled the box out from under the sink. Grabbing a string of condoms, she tore one off and folded the lot up in her palm. If they did find more time together this week, she wanted them in arm’s reach.
Shawn had stretched out in her bed, waiting for her.
One arm was tucked behind his head, and he was stroking himself.
His eyes were closed, and she almost felt like she was intruding.
A floorboard creaked at her next step. Blue eyes opened and he smiled lazily.
Shawn started to sit up, his abs flexing.
He was all lean muscle and sinew. Mel’s mouth watered at the thought of running her tongue along the defining ridges of his body.
“Come here, gorgeous,” Shawn said, crooking a finger at her.
Mel didn’t need to be told twice. She leapt onto the bed and straddled him.
His hands reached for her waist, fingers caressing and soothing.
As she knelt over him, there was a trust in his eyes as much as lust. It was heady, intoxicating.
His eyelashes fluttered when she rolled the condom down his shaft.
His calloused hands stroked along her hips before holding her tightly.
Mel leaned forward, palms hitting the pillow on either side of his head. Shawn groaned and rolled his hips, seeking friction, but she was too far above him. She brushed her lips against his. The barely-there touch was meant to tease him, but the denial was just as tantalizing for her.
“I thought you were dying for me to fuck you,” Shawn grit through his teeth. The death grip on her hips and the wild look in his eyes told Mel that his self-control was slipping. When it cracked, there would be nothing else to do but hold on and enjoy the ride.
Mel reached between them, clasping his erection.
He hissed a shaky breath and twitched in her hand.
He was hard and hot and ready for her. She was just as ready for him.
She guided him between her lower lips. The crown of his cock spreading her.
Her body slicked him as she rocked back and forth, grinding her clit along the ridge underside his cock.
Once he was coated in her arousal, she aligned him to her entrance.
Pleasure stung her eyes as she sank down onto him.
Shawn barely breathed underneath her, his eyes locked on hers as she sheathed him with her body.
Inch by inch, he stretched her, filled her.
Her pussy watered, and he felt so divine within her.
When even gravity could help no further, he let out a sigh of pure satisfaction.
Mel’s heart threatened to beat out of her chest. She slowly tilted her hips forward, then back, savoring the feeling of him moving inside of her.
“You’re killing me,” Shawn moaned. His hands slid up to her breasts, thumbs circling the peaks of her nipples.
Mel leaned forward, pressing her chest towards him.
The motion pulled her forward, and she rocked back in response, beginning to find a rhythm.
She braced her hands on his pecs, a smattering of coarse, light hair tickling her skin.
Shawn’s abs tensed, and he sat up underneath her.
Smashing his lips to hers, he wrapped an arm around her waist. Using the other for support, he thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt.
Even the injured side of his body was twice as strong as she had expected.
Each jerk of his hips sent blinding shards of pleasure through her entire body.
She hiccuped moans. He moaned right back into her mouth, against her neck, along her collar.
Her body buzzed from the vibrations skimming across her skin.
Mel clung to him. She might be on top, but she was not in control. Neither was he, not really. His hold on her had lost the fine tension and finesse of a moment ago. The arm around her waist held her like a vice, his fingers digging into her skin.
It was clear that Shawn was starting to hurt when he rolled his shoulder. The flight surgeon was definitely going to hunt Mel down and murder her. She leaned backward to lessen her pressure on his left side.
“I’m fine,” he insisted with a grumble against the upper curve of her breast.
“Shawn—” she began to protest. He silenced her with his tongue on her nipple, then the nip of incisors.
Pleasure bled into a hint of pain, and Mel shrieked.
He released his teeth, but she offered her breast for him to do it again.
He obliged her. This forced him to sit up against her, lessening the strain on his shoulder.
In this position, he didn’t have leverage to thrust upward.
The friction between them was all from her writhing on his lap.
The head of his cock rubbed the spot that made her eyes roll back and her body gush around him.
“Please,” she begged. She wasn’t even sure what she was begging for. For him to bite harder? Fuck her harder? To stay in this room with her forever?
Shawn didn’t hesitate. The iron grasp on her hip held them together, and he twisted to the side.
He stayed buried inside her, even as her back hit the bed.
Shawn supported himself on the forearm of his good arm, the other hand tangling in her hair.
He kissed her as he plowed into her, his tongue and his cock claiming her.
Harsh breaths puffed against her cheeks, and the kiss deepened and became more fervent.
Mel whimpered at the intensity, but she needed him deeper, harder.
She demanded it with her hands on his back and her heels on his obscenely firm ass.
When she dragged her nails across his shoulders, he shivered and moaned into her mouth.
The hand in her hair slid down her body, appreciating every inch with reverence. Shawn’s touch skimmed over her hip. Mel almost protested at the sudden softness, but then he hooked his arm under her knee, pressing her open. It gave him a deeper angle.
Shawn buried himself in her so fast and hard that she saw stars on the ceiling above.
Mel screamed. A fresh orgasm roiled around her, building as he slid in and out.
Mel moaned his name, and Shawn slammed into her faster and faster, giving her exactly what she wanted.
She exploded around him, her body shuddering.
Mel’s body still fluttered around him as his steady rhythm faltered. His balls hit her ass with every jerk of his hips. His breathing became ragged.
“Oh, God. Mel,” he gasped. Mel liked the sound of him saying her name while buried inside her— it definitely went both ways.
With one final thrust, he roared his release.
Shawn slumped onto her, and she could feel his heartbeat where his forehead rested against her neck.
His chest rose and fell in shaky breaths.
Mel was too gelatinous to move, her limbs heavy, her own heartbeat pounding in her ears.
After a moment, he rolled off of her and padded to the bathroom to discard the condom. The mattress sank under his weight when he climbed back into bed. He pulled her onto his chest and softly kissed the top of her head. The gesture made Mel feel precious.
The fog of satisfied exhaustion settled over Mel. Secure in Shawn’s arms, he was warm and comforting. She drifted, sleepy and content.
Harsh, metallic rapping jolted Mel awake. Someone was knocking on the door. The light that filtered into the windows was dimmer. They faced northeast, so she couldn’t tell if it was because of clouds or the time. How long had she been asleep?
Mel scrambled out of the bed. She grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wrapped it around herself. Scurrying to answer the door, she called out, “Coming!”
She heard Shawn’s self-satisfied chuckle from the bed.
Quinton stood at the door, absently twisting his short dreads. Mel unlocked and pulled the door inward. She motioned for him to step inside.
“We got the regressions done. You weren’t answering your phone or email,” Quinton complained and shoved his glasses up his nose.
Mel decided to let Quinton think she was ignoring him. It was such an April move, but she wasn’t going to tell him how she had actually spent the afternoon. “I was just about to take a shower,” she said.
“Oh. Um...” Quinton’s eyes grew wide, only now noticing that she wore a towel. Typical engineer. He immediately dropped his focus to his toes.
Josh 2 stomped around the corner of the deck and stumbled to a halt behind Quinton. He cringed when he saw Mel— probably her lack of attire. Josh looked between Mel and Quinton, awkwardly trying to figure out what to do.
“I’ll be down in thirty minutes,” Mel said with finality.
“Sure. Um. Okay.” Quinton fled, nearly knocking over Josh in the process. As if towed by a bungee cable, Josh followed. Mel shut the door and threw the deadbolt, double-checking it was secure before heading back to the bedroom.
“There’s a lot we can do in thirty minutes,” Shawn said.
Mel leaned against the door frame for support and blinked at the vision before her.
Fantasy in the flesh. Shawn lay there, still naked, hands under his head.
His eyes met hers, and with a sly smile, he reached for his cock, stroking it to underscore his point.
A tingle blossomed between her legs at the prospect of another round.
No. She was supposed to be the responsible team leader, and she was already pushing it.
“I can’t go down there smelling of horses and sex,” Mel grumbled. “You probably can’t either.”
Shawn shrugged a shoulder, still running his hand up and down his length. The movement had Mel transfixed, unable to look away. He was already hardening again. “I’ll still smell better than the rest of my team.”
Mel shook her head to break the spell, resist temptation. Shawn sighed and rolled out of the bed. He clasped her chin in his hands and kissed her. “I never should have let the opportunity go by all those years ago.”
“Me, either,” she agreed. This wasn’t about a revived crush and a stolen afternoon of pleasure. Not anymore. Or was it ever?
“Mel.” The whispered name was a plea. There was no way her heart would leave Delphi intact. Not when he looked at her like that.
Mel answered his plea with a kiss. “Come join me in the shower,” she said against his mouth. She hoped he wouldn’t refuse. There were only so many moments she could steal this week.
Shawn groaned. “Twist my arm.”
Mel felt, rather than saw, his lips curl into a mischievous grin. In one fluid motion, he tore her towel away and turned towards the bathroom. “I’m going to make the most of that shower,” he declared.