You fiddled with the gold Cartier bracelet on your left wrist as you pretended to listen to the person you were in a conversation with. Some up-and-coming artist Andrew was looking to sign was innocently chatting you up, clearly unaware that you were here with Shawn, who you could practically smell the jealousy radiating off of.

His eyes burned into your skin across the dimly lit room, mentally undressing you from where he was standing. It was another one of those fancy-people-parties that you hated going to, but Shawn wanted you there and insisted that you dress up for him.

He refused to share you with anyone, even if it was just some oblivious guy being friendly, and grew selfish when it came to your attention. You loved it. Your eyes flickered up from the piece of jewelry on your wrist, meeting Shawn's hungry gaze in the candlelit room. You felt a familiar ache between your thighs, growing impatient and desperately craving his touch.

"I'm sorry, I've gotta go," you said flatly to the young man beside you, making a beeline for the curly-haired boy by the bar. You were barely able to reach him before his hands grabbed a hold of your face and he leaned down, encapsulating you in a passionate kiss. You felt his tongue graze against your pout, pulling away as you slightly opened your mouth. His perfect teeth tugged at your bottom lip, releasing it as his hands snaked into yours.

"Mine," he growled as his eyes opened, appearing darker than the chestnut colour you were used to.

"Yours," you whispered back, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. He pulled away, caressing your thumb with his and leaning against the bar top.

"That guy sure likes you," he mumbled, reaching for his glass of scotch resting beside him and swirling the liquid with a tiny wrist motion.

"Doesn't matter," you shrugged, releasing his fingers and placing your hands on his firm chest.

"I know," he said cooly, a smirk masking his face as his eyes found yours again. His dark eyes got lost in yours for a second, the audible murmur of the room around you falling silent as you grew mesmerized in his stare. He looked stunning as you inspected his face in the dim light, the ache in your core growing more prominent. A loose curl hung on his forehead and his eyebrows were a little messy, just the way you liked. His cheeks and nose were rosy from a few drinks too many, lips pink and swollen from being firmly pressed on yours. A shadow was cast in the scarred divot of his cheek and you fought the urge to plant a little kiss on it. Slight stubble graced his chiseled jaw as your eyes travelled lower, observing his broad shoulders and the way his chest seemed a little too big for the dress shirt that was tightly clad to his torso. His top two buttons were undone, allowing you to see the silver chain hanging from his neck and the small brown hairs scattered across his chest. Your eyes flickered up to his, noticing that they were now crinkled at the corners because he was smiling at you.

"What?" you asked bashfully, cheeks flushing as you grew a little self-conscious. He shook his head, forehead tilting down to rest on yours as his loose curl momentarily tickled your face. He exhaled through his nose, eyes falling shut with a hand resting on the small of your back.

"My girl," he breathed, pulling you flush against his body. "Wanna go?" he suggested in a low tone, raising an eyebrow at you. Heat rushed to your core as you knew what was likely to be happening soon, and all you could do was nod in response.

"That's my girl," he smiled, taking the last sip of his drink and placing the empty glass back on the counter. You turned in place, heading toward the exit with Shawn hot on your heels. His hands were planted firmly on your sides as he breathed down your neck, making it nearly impossible to walk properly. Before reaching the door, you had one last look around the room, meeting the shocked eyes of the stranger you were previously conversing with.

You stepped out of the hotel where the event was being held, feeling Shawn's strong hands release you as he hailed a cab. The wind brushed against his chocolate curls as he looked in your direction, eyes wild in the city light. A sedan pulled over within seconds and Shawn opened the door for you, reaching for your hand as you climbed in and slid across the seat. He followed, giving the driver his address and pulling the door shut. The taxi could barely pull out onto the street before Shawn's hand was on your bare thigh, ghosting beneath the hem of your silk dress. Any time, any place, Shawn was always in the mood for you.

You reached for his hand, lacing his fingers with yours and resting your head on his muscular shoulder. He instinctually turned his head in your direction, kissing your hair and inhaling your scent. Releasing his hand, you let your fingertips feel for his dress pants, settling on his thick thigh and slowly travelling upward. You felt him suck in a break beside you, cock already growing hard just inches from your fingers. Your nail traced his inseam, driving him crazy as you grazed his length.

"Just fucking wait," he whispered in your ear, placing his tattooed hand on yours and guiding you toward the bulge in his dress pants. He rested it there, begging you to palm him through the fabric. Your panties were soaked and a smile formed on your lips, taking pride in the effect you had on him. You craned your neck, lightly kissing at his clothed shoulder while your hand applied pressure to his member. He tipped his head back in the seat, Adam's apple bobbing as he gulped, fighting to hold back a whimper. You pulled your hand from beneath his, straightening out the bottom of your slip as the cab pulled over. Shawn snapped back into reality, stretching in his seat to fish his wallet out of his tight left pocket. He retrieved his credit card and tapped the machine, thanking the driver and stepping into the cool night air. His hand was held out for you, helping you out of the low cab and making sure you were steady in your strappy heels before it moved to the small of your back, guiding you into the apartment building.

Shawn walked closely behind you, hands eventually finding your sides again as he used your body to conceal his straining hard-on. The two of you piled into the elevator, Shawn's hands everywhere at once as soon as the doors dinged shut. He had you pinned against the mirrored wall, lips attacking your neck as his hands reached for your thighs and slipped underneath your dress. Your fingers threaded though his chocolate curls as his left hand pulled your panties back, giving his right hand full access to your heat.

His calloused fingers ghosted over your clit, pulling a gasp from your throat as you gripped his shoulders. You jumped as his finger teasingly dipped inside of you while his lips were busy sucking your collarbones purple. The elevator dinged again as it approached Shawn's floor, causing him to pull back and extract his hand from your panties. You met his gaze as the doors opened, watching as he took his middle finger into his mouth and sucked it clean.

You briskly stepped out into the hall, reaching for Shawn's hand as the two of you raced toward the apartment. He fished his keys out of his pocket, fumbling to find the right one as your fingers already began unbuttoning his dress shirt. You'd undone four of them when he pushed the key into the door, unlocking it and pulling you inside with him.

You bent down to unclasp your pumps, kicking them off your feet and standing to meet Shawn's lips. He roughly shoved you against the back of the door, licking into your mouth as your fingers resumed working on undressing him. The last button popped open and you reached for his collar, desperately peeling the shirt off his broad frame as he smiled against your lips. His hands paused roaming your body to fumble with his belt buckle, unclasping it and opening up his dress pants. You watched as he pushed the black material down his muscular thighs and kicked the material from his ankles, making sure to peel his striped dress socks from his feet. While he was busy, you pulled your straps down your shoulders, allowing the silk dress to pool at your feet.

His hungry eyes raked up your body, overwhelmed with lust as he brought his bulging arms over his head, running his fingers through his thick waves.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he breathed as you pulled your bralette over your head, allowing it to fall with the rest of your clothing. His lips attacked your chest, sucking the soft flesh of your left breast as his fingers pinched your opposite nipple. He trailed his tongue around your skin, moving down your abdomen and pausing at the hem of your lace panties. Your hands tugged at his curls, desperate for him to keep going.

"What is it?" you panted, confused by his sudden stop. "You want to go to the bedroom?"

His dark eyes met yours as his fingers hooked in your underwear, tugging them down your legs and leaving you in nothing but your gold bracelet.

"No, I want you right here," he spoke softly, tracing his fingertips back up your body as he reconnected his hot lips with yours. The kiss was rough and passionate as you managed to navigate his boxer-briefs, peeling them down his legs and allowing for him to take over. He kicked them off, not breaking the kiss until you dropped to your knees. His eyes grew hungry as you licked up his shaft, pulling his swollen tip between your lips.

"All of me, baby," he ordered, slowly pushing the rest of his length into your mouth. You tried to bob your head but struggled, still pressed closely against the door. His hands reached into your hair, holding you in place as he pulled back until it was just his tip in your mouth again.

"Look at those pretty little lips wrapped around my cock," he grunted, slowly pushing into your hot mouth again. You looked up at him through thick lashes and pushed forward, begging for more as he began to fuck your mouth. "That's it baby, fuck," he spoke, moaning out in pleasure. You brought your hands to rest on his thighs as he made small thrusts, abs contracted at the feeling of your lips on him. Your hands slid up his hips, reaching around and settling on his ass as you pulled him into your mouth forcefully. He let out a whimper, releasing your scalp and slamming his palms against the door, knees going weak as you desperately sucked his length.

"Fuck, babe, fuck," he grunted, resting his forehead on the door between his hands, mouth falling agape. "Need, need you," he growled, peeling your hands from his ass and pulling you to stand. His head hung low, sweat pooling in his hairline as he leaned down to kiss your swollen lips.

"My turn," he growled, pulling you a few feet into the kitchen and bending you over the cold countertop of the kitchen island. "You gonna be a good girl for me?" he asked, bringing a strong hand down on your ass, hard. You whimpered at the pleasurable burn, nodding in response. "Let me hear you," he demanded, palm rubbing your ass cheek before spanking you again.

"Yes," you responded loudly, positive the neighbours could hear you.

Without hesitation, Shawn dropped to his knees and spread your legs, tongue devouring your heat. His fingers worked your clit as his tongue tasted you, gently teasing your entrance. You moaned in response, gripping the counter's edges as your legs trembled, threatening to give out. Shawn's hands left your heat and slid up your thighs, resting on your ass cheeks and squeezing as he relentlessly lapped at you.

"Fuck, Shawn," you whimpered, eyes shut tight as his tongue moved to your clit. He flicked it back and forth, causing you to squirm in his grasp. He moaned against you, shooting a vibration through your core as you cried out in pleasure. His tongue began drawing circles around the bud of nerves, applying pressure every so often to earn a squeal from you. "Shawn, m'gonna cum," you moaned as you neared release. Unexpectedly, his hand came down on your tender skin again as he pulled his face from your core.

"You're not gonna cum until I say you can cum," he demended, soothing the raw skin with a gentle stroke of his large hand. You moaned in response, hearing him stand up behind you. "Gonna take this cock, baby?" he grunted, sliding his soaking tip along your slick folds.

"Yes Shawn," you spoke, knowing he wanted to hear you say it. "Give me your cock," you moaned, inching your hips back toward his length. Smack! His hand came down on you again, clearly dissatisfied with your eagerness.

"Gonna fuck you so good," he spoke lowly, pushing into you as his hands took purchase on your hips. He leaned against your back, bottoming out and planting a wet kiss on your shoulder blade. After a few seconds, he stood and began thrusting into you, hips loudly slapping against your ass cheeks.

"Fuck, Shawn," you moaned, knowing better than to beg him to speed up. You were sure his head was tilted back, eyes squeezed shut as he was losing himself fucking you relentlessly.

"More, baby?" he growled without even waiting for an answer, speeding his hips as he slammed into your core repeatedly. You were a moaning mess, unable to form a coherent sentence at the feeling of his thick cock driving into your slick heat. You felt his palm rub circles on your ass, bracing yourself for what was coming as he brought his hand down on your skin again, harder this time.

"Shawn, you feel so good," you said between whimpers, grip tightening on the counter as he rolled his hips against your ass. He leaned down again, chest pushing into your back as his lips ghosted over your ear.

"You like my thick cock in you?" he whispered, nipping at your shoulder as he decelerated, fucking you deeply and slowly.

"F-fuck, Shawn, yes," you panted, face pressed against the granite countertop.

"Mmm, good," he groaned, tightening his grip on your sides as he slammed your core as hard as he could. He leaned back again, puling your hips with each thrust as he buried himself deep inside of you.

"Fuck, baby, look so good bent over for me," he said between pants, repositioning his feet to change the angle. He sped up, driving his cock down and into you as you could feel yourself beginning to clench around him, orgasm approaching unexpectedly.

"Shawn, fuck, Shawn m'gonna cum," you warned, mind going fuzzy at the electric feeling of his cock filling you completely.

"Cum for me baby," he grunted, slamming into you and throwing you over the edge. You screamed out, legs shaking as your walls tightened around his girth, relief washing over you.

His hands travelled up your body, fingertips grazing your shoulders and brushing up your arms, peeling your fingers from the edge of the countertop and lacing your hands with his as he pressed his strong chest against your sweaty back.

"You feel so good around my cock," he grunted between thrusts, slowing down as he kissed your shoulder. He roughly rocked into you, causing your gold bracelet to tap against the hard granite surface with each thrust. You pushed back to meet his hips as best as you could, leading him to bite down on your skin as he moaned out in pleasure.

Broken sobs escaped his throat in your ear as he exploded inside of you, hips beginning to slow down. He pushed off of your body, hands soothing your sore ass as he slowly pulled his length from your core. You stood and turned in place, running your fingers over Shawn's chest as he met you for a soft, loving kiss. Escaping his grasp, you walked around to the sink and began searching the cupboards.

"Your ass okay, babe?" he laughed, leaning against the kitchen island to catch his breath.

"Yeah, just thinkin' I should clean the counter," you chuckled, opening up the tube of Lysol wipes in all your naked glory.