Chris Donovan vs. Shane Lewis

Pix of Shane's Tantra Chair.

Video: 'You Make Me Wanna' by Blue. 

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Shane watched Chris worriedly. They had been airborne for about an hour and the anxiety on Chris face seemed to increase by the minute. Shane couldn't help but notice Chris actually looked sick. They were on Shane's private jet which he'd actually had to win a coin toss, in order to use on the trip. Chris had wanted them to use his private jet but Shane had a feeling Chris would probably order the pilot to take them back to L.A. mid-air. The way Chris looked at that very moment, made Shane happy he'd won that toss. They would have been on their way back to L.A otherwise. Shane had tried to talk to Chris but he looked absent-minded and tense. Finally, Shane couldn't take it anymore.

He stood up and reached for Chris' hand. "Come on." Shane drew Chris after him into his luxury executive suite. In the room, he pushed Chris to sit on the bed and knelt in front of him. "What can I do to help?" Shane sounded desperate. He didn't need to ask Chris what was bothering him. "Tell me please."

Chris stared down at Shane quietly for a moment, then he shrugged. "Get my mind off it." He rasped shakily. Chris was going out of his mind with self-loathing. What he'd done to Shane was playing in his mind over and over again. Chris felt like the first time he'd met Shane in Damon's office, only this time, the feeling was much worse. "Please." Chris whispered as his beautiful eyes got suspiciously bright.

Without a word, Shane stood up and went to select R&B on a console above the bed. Chris Brown's 'With You' filled the room as Shane went back to Chris and started stripping him. When Chris was naked, Shane pushed him back onto the bed and started peppering his whole body with butterfly kisses but froze when he felt Chris' heart pounding so hard inside his chest. That wasn't good, Shane thought worriedly.

"Calm down, Chris." Shane whispered. "Fuck, I don't think you were this scared when you ambushed me in my garage." Shane groaned.

"How would you feel if someone beat Adele to a pulp?" Chris asked quietly with a lost look in his eyes.

The fury that swept through Shane at that instant, picturing his daughter beaten, was so intense he growled. "Chris..."

"Just the thought, Shane. And look how furious you got." Chris said softly. "Your mother didn't have the luxury of merely imagining."

Shane nodded with a deep sigh. "Be right back." Shane muttered as he rolled off Chris and headed for the bathroom. When he got back into the room, he picked up a bottle of water and pulled Chris to sit up. "Take this. Aspirin."

Chris raised an eyebrow but didn't question Shane. "Thanks. Scared I'm going to die on you?" Chris murmured, placing the bottle of water on the bedside table.

"Shut up." Shane muttered as he pushed Chris back onto the bed. This time he didn't bother with kisses. In one fluid movement, Shane was on his knees between Chris' legs and swallowing his soft cock.

Shane didn't tease...he simply sucked, with one goal in mind...to give his man something else to focus on. Chris was rock hard within seconds, trembling with obvious pleasure. Then Shane did something that totally blew Chris' mind. He lightly pulled Chris' balls down and away from his cock and sucked on just the head of the profusely leaking cock... hard. The effect on Chris was instant and mesmerizing. He shot off the bed with a loud cry...

"What...what was that?" He groaned, looking down at Shane's face. And the look on Shane's face...partly amusement, partly love and partly satisfaction probably for getting that reaction from Chris, made his face look so sexy and beautiful Chris couldn't stop the downward movement of his head. Gently cupping Shane's cheeks with his hands he gave Shane a kiss so soft and sweet it left Shane shaken. "Oh God, whatever you did felt like being hit with a thousand bolts of electricity." Chris whispered shakily against Shane's lips when he ended the kiss. "Do it again, please."

"Thank God, you're still alive." Shane chuckled shakily as he pushed Chris back onto the bed and resumed sucking his throbbing cock and driving him out of his mind.

When Chris felt Shane's slick fingers at his entrance, massaging just the ring area, it felt so good his eyes rolled back as he automatically opened his legs wider, giving Shane better access.  Chris couldn't hold in his moans as those fingers slid in to rub against his prostate. Shane's fingers felt so good inside him he couldn't stop himself from thrusting wantonly on those thick fingers, mindless with pleasure.

"Shane I need you." He whimpered, his cock gushing out so much precum into Shane's hot mouth.

Shane allowed Chris' cock to pop out of his mouth as he pulled out his fingers from Chris' hot channel and got to his feet. "Stroke yourself." The command in Shane's voice sent a shiver down Chris' spine. "Don't make yourself come."

With a groan, Chris closed a hand around his cock and stroked himself as he watched Shane strip slowly. Chris had never seen anything so blatantly sexy. Beyonce's 'Drunk in Love' was playing in the background, adding to the sexual tension in the room. Chris was breathing hard, his face flushed with lust. Shane was pure sex for sure. He revealed his hot body, inch after glorious inch so slowly that it felt like he was putting up a strip show. It was totally hot!

"You're a sexy bastard." Chris muttered, licking at his lips as his hand sped up on his cock. "Shane..." Chris gave a broken whimper as his pupils dilated.

"Don't you dare come, Chris Donovan." Shane growled.

"I can't not..."

"Stop stroking." Shane used his boardroom voice, brooking no argument.

"You're killing me here." Chris groaned, letting go of his heavily leaking cock. His fingers went to his hardened nipples, pinching and pulling on them as he watched Shane strip through hooded eyes. When Shane's boxer briefs, which was the final item finally came off, Chris gave a lustful moan, his eyes riveted on Shane's mammoth throbbing erection. "Now will you fuck me already..." He growled, spreading his legs.

"Impatient aren't we?" Shane muttered, turning away from the bed.

"Where the fuck are you going?" Chris growled when Shane turned away from him instead of coming to him as he'd expected. He sat up and watched as Shane went to sit in a... "Tantra chair?" He asked, shocked as his eyes landed on the chair in a corner of the room. "Why the fuck do you have a Tantra chair in here?"

"Just shut up and come over here." Shane couldn't suppress his grin at the look on Chris' face. This had better be worth it, Shane thought as he poured lube onto his throbbing erection and relaxed against the backrest.

When Chris got to Shane, he didn't have to ask what to do. He already knew. Chris threw a leg over Shane and slapped Shane's hand off his cock, making way for his own hand instead. Then looking into Shane's eyes with his own aroused ones, Chris slowly lowered himself onto Shane's cock.

"Oh fuck..." Shane breathed as his eyes fluttered close.

With a gasped, Chris balanced himself with a hand on Shane's shoulder and slowly eased himself down, feeling the thick, waiting length of Shane probing eagerly at the tight, moist entrance of his body.

"Christ." Chris's voice was a husky gasp as he carefully slid himself down, inch by inch till he completely took all of Shane inside, fitting himself to Shane.

The blissful sensations that twirled through Chris was too much his eyes fluttered shut on their own accord. The sensation of being filled and stretched by Shane was incredible. Thanks to the angle of the chair, Shane fitted so smugly and perfectly inside him, Chris was nearly going out of his mind with pleasure. He heard Shane's lustful moan and opened his eyes to see Shane's head thrown back and his jaw clenched, obviously trying to control himself. Chris stared down into Shane's stark face, his thumb moving up to rub softly against Shane's lower lip.

Shane opened his eyes when he felt Chris' thumb on his lip and stared up into Chris' beautiful eyes, losing himself in the passion he saw in those striking passion-glazed eyes. "You feel so fucking good." Shane whispered.

Shane reached out and closed his hands around Chris' waist and he surged upward, driving deep into him. Chris cried out in agonizing pleasure as he felt Shane stretch him even more and nail his gland in just one thrust. It felt so good he was seeing stars. He gripped Shane's shoulders tightly and gave himself up to an intoxicating rhythm. It was a wild exhilarating ride, all muscle and driving energy. And when Chris leaned forward and started passionately kissing Shane, everything around him ceased to exist. There was no past to haunt him, no future to fear...there was only Shane and that very moment. Shane was all that mattered.

When it became necessary to draw in some air, they broke off the kiss and Chris sat upright and began to ride Shane with obvious intent, hard and rhythmically. Shane had never seen anything so breathtakingly captivating. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the sexy hunk sitting on his lap with the most delicious wanton look on his face, his swollen lips slightly apart as he panted from lust and his exertions. The look in Chris' beautifully intense eyes told Shane better than words, not only how much Chris was getting off on what was going on, but also how much he adored Shane. Shane didn't need to be a rocket scientist to see that.

"I love you." Shane whispered.

"Oh damn..." Chris breathed as his eyes closed. The thrill of hearing those words and feeling Shane driving him to ecstatic frantic heights was too much. Every thrust against Shane took him higher, pushed him to the edge. He felt Shane everywhere, even in his bones, as though they were actually one. He'd never felt so close to anyone...had never wanted anyone so much...had never loved anyone so much... "Shane..." He whispered brokenly. "Shane..."If Chris had opened his eyes at that particular moment and seen the look on Shane's face...eyes filled with so much love and tenderness, nothing would have stopped him from blurting out what was in his heart. Not even the need to apologize to Sylvia Lewis before declaring his love for her son.

When Shane heard his name being whispered desperately by Chris and felt him tense up, he knew Chris was about to lose it. Just as he felt the tiny convulsions begin deep within Chris, Shane surged upward, knowing from the way Chris eyes rolled back that he was pressing against that sweet spot. "Let go baby." Shane whispered.

Wild horses couldn't have stopped the scream that tore out of Chris as he shot between them, his world exploding. It had never felt so good to scream. He writhed against Shane as he rode the waves of bliss. It was so good it was almost unbearable.

Immediately Chris went slack against Shane, Shane stood with Chris in his arms, as if he weighed nothing. And then still buried deeply inside Chris, Shane turned around and sat back down on the Tantra chair so that Chris' back rested against the backrest instead. Shane placed Chris' feet on his own hips and then gripped Chris' arse firmly. In that position, Shane not only succeeded in opening Chris up for deeper thrusts, but also had total control of their movement. And when Shane began to move inside Chris, Chris' thoughts splintered and shattered. He'd never felt Shane more deeply inside him. And with a look of pure bliss on his face, Shane proceeded to fuck the living daylights out of Chris. It was so deep, intense and breathtakingly good Chris almost passed out. Their deep moans, whimpers, grunts and cries filled the room.

"Oh fuuuuuck!" Shane cried out as his body took complete control, demanding release.

Shane felt his orgasm slithering along his spine but wanted to make it last. He slowed down and ever so gently, swayed his hips against Chris, rocking back and forth as he thrust with agonizing slowness inside him. He looked down between then and saw that Chris was hard again. With a mischievous smile, Shane leaned forward and latched on to one of Chris' distended nipples. He gently gripped the taut flesh between his teeth, and then flicked the tip of his tongue across the nipple. The sensation that rushed through Chris was so powerful he thought he was having an out of body experience.

"Oh God, Shane please..." Chris whimpered, not even knowing what he was pleading for. His head thrashed from side to side as a new wave of pleasure began to build within him, coiling low in his belly. "Oh my God." Chris breathed. And when Shane moved onto the other nipple and increased his thrusts, a bolt of such intense ecstasy shot him, he pulled Shane's head up from his nipple and slammed his mouth on his, devouring Shane's mouth with the same intensity of the sensations sweeping through his whole body.

Tightening his grip on Chris arse, Shane angled his hips and stroked over and over that sensitive gland inside him. He was tireless, relentless, fucking Chris deep and hard until Chris' mind lost control of his body and came undone. And when an even more powerful orgasm tore through Chris, Shane was right there with him, flooding Chris' contracting channel with the warm evidence of his passion, matching Chris spasm for spasm, groan for groan, and scream for scream. They trembled and shook together as their passion left them in a state so blissful and surreal it was almost euphoric.

Shane collapsed against Chris as they both tried to catch their breath. He couldn't resist nuzzling his face in the crook of Chris' neck as they both gasped for breath. When they both calmed down, Chris looked at Shane with a bemused and tender expression on his face.

"Damn, you're full of surprises." Chris croaked. "Care to tell me what a Tantra chair is doing in here?"

Shane's body shook with laughter as he sat up. "You can ask my crazy designer when you meet her. I didn't know what it was, till she insisted I google it. When I did, I politely asked her to take it out but the silly woman insisted that it will come of use one day. I really wasn't in the mood for an argument so I let it stay."

"What changed your mind about using it? My hot body?" Chris smirked teasingly.

"That." Shane kissed him softly on the lip. "And the fact that I love your sexy arse."

Chris laughed. "You have to give her a reward or something. That was off the fucking hook. It was so good." Chris leaned his head back with a sigh.

"Ever used one?" Shane couldn't mask the hint of jealousy in his voice and Chris picked up on it immediately.

Chris laughed. "Not yet." He answered honestly. "Been planning to. Just haven't gotten round to it." He drew Shane down to kiss him softly on the mouth. "I'm glad my first experience was with you." He murmured against Shane's lips. "Damn, it was good."

"Loved it that much huh?" Shane chuckled, dropping tiny kisses along Chris' exposed neck.

"Dude, I just came twice with not even one touch to my cock. Now, that has never happened before." Chris sounded dazed. "Damn!"

"I'm glad I kept it." Shane laughed softly. "We have about two hours to land." Shane murmured, staring down between them, where they were still joined. "Want to catch some sleep?" He looked back up at Chris.

"I don't think I can sleep, Shane." Chris moaned as Shane pulled out of him.

"Come on, let's go take a shower. Then maybe we can..." Shane trailed off when the phone started to ring. He stood up and walked to the bedside table to pick up the receiver. "Marie?"

"Hello, Mr. Lewis." Came the hostess' small voice. "I wanted to know whether you're ready to eat please."

"A moment please." Shane covered the mouthpiece and turned to Chris. "Would you want to eat?"

"I don't think I can keep anything down right now." Chris muttered.

Shane's eyes widened. "You don't think you can sleep, you don't think you can eat... Are you saying after all that, I still couldn't get your mind off... whatever?" Shane threw his hand up in frustration.

"You look adorable when you get flustered." Chris grinned, attempting to stand. "Oh fuck, I can't feel my legs." He groaned, sitting back down.

"Marie we won't eat. But we'll be out for some drinks later. Thanks." Shane informed the hostess and hung up. Then he went to Chris and pulled him up into his arms, loving it when Chris completely relaxed against him. Blue's 'You Make Me Wanna' was playing and the two men slowly swayed to the song. "You make me wanna call you in the middle of the night..." Shane sang along softly. "You make me wanna hold you till the morning light. You make me wanna love, you make me wanna fall, you make me wanna surrender my soul. I know this is a feeling that I just can't fight. You're the first and last thing on my mind. You make me wanna love, you make me wanna fall, you make me wanna surrender my soul."

"You really should sing to me more." Chris whispered, making Shane laugh softly.

"I'm just waiting for you to start feeling your legs, Princess." Shane murmured.

"Fuck you." Chris shook with laughter. "What if I never feel them aga...What the..." But Chris exclamation turned into more laughter when he found his head pointing to the floor. Shane had picked him up fireman style and was headed for the bathroom. "You're such an asshole." He laughed even harder when Shane put him down in the shower.

"Would you rather I'd picked you up bridal style?" Shane drawled, pouring shampoo into Chris' hair.

"I will kill you if you do that." Chris' growl quickly turned into a moan as Shane massaged his scalp. "God, that feels good." Chris breathed.

When they eventually got back into the room, Chris fell into bed butt naked and covered his head with a pillow, making Shane laugh. By the time Shane finished cleaning the Tanta chair, Chris was snoring softly. Shane got into bed beside his man and pushed the pillow off his head. He looked at how young and peaceful Chris looked in his sleep and wanted to protect him against the world...even his mother. He was grateful that Chris was asleep since he couldn't worry in his sleep. Shane hoped his mother wouldn't be too hard on Chris as the man was already regretful of his actions and terrified to boot. He'd called his mother to tell her he was on his way to discuss something important with her. Shane had however not told Sylvia that he was coming with the love of his life or Chris for that matter. He hoped his stinginess with information would rather work in Chris' favour and not the other way round. He was worried about the meeting too but he didn't think it was necessary to let Chris know. Shane said a silent prayer that his mother would forgive Chris and accept him. With a deep sigh, he pulled up the covers over their bodies and promptly went to sleep too.

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