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Shane groaned, looking around the room. It looked like it had come out of a storybook, with deep blues, rich burgundies, and elegant golds and silvers reflected in the table linens and floral arrangements. Soft lighting from chandeliers and spotlights highlighted the stage and signing area, with tasteful floral arrangements placed throughout.
He felt like a fish out of water in his rented tux. Elliott had invited the entirety of Pelican Town to Zuzu City to celebrate his newest book. He had won an Edgar Award for his latest romance-crime novel.
Elliott, seated at the signing table draped in a matching tablecloth, with his nameplate shining gold and surrounded by fresh flowers, reminded Shane of the Gridball tables where they interviewed the players. A pang of jealousy hit him, making him feel guilty. He should be proud of Elliott, not jealous of his fame.
Walking to the refreshments table, he looked it over. Fine wines, champagne, coffee, and non-alcoholic beverages were served in crystal glasses. He picked up a glass of plain black coffee and filled a little plate with cheeses and sliced meats, avoiding the pickles and olives.
Finding a quiet spot at the back of the venue, he settled in. It was far from his comfort zone, but he was secretly glad to be invited. People-watching, he saw a few familiar faces mingling, giving him a sense of security.
After a few minutes, his coffee was gone. Standing up for another glass, he had to push through the crowd. He groaned softly, hating the fancy, crowded night and wanting to go home already. A jostle from the crowd diverted his attention, and he collided with a woman, causing her to spill her wine. "Oh, I'm so sorry," he exclaimed, his cheeks flushing as he reached out to help her stand.
Noticing who the woman was, his face became even redder, tt was Nessa, the farmer he had bumped into. She smiled warmly, her eyes twinkling despite the mishap. "Hey Shane, no harm, no fowl," she reassured him, her voice melodic and soothing. They laughed over their mutual love of chicken puns, easing the tension. Despite the elegant setting, Shane felt a flicker of comfort. Maybe this night wouldn't be so bad after all.
Shane was gobsmacked by her grace and composure. He was used to seeing her sunburned face, dirt-caked pants, and an old ratty tank top. Now, her hair was in a delicate updo, and her sleek black gown, with spaghetti straps and a straight neckline, showed off her toned arms and chest. The tight, body-hugging silhouette with a side slit up to her left mid-thigh left little to his imagination. The satin fabric felt soft in his hands.
“Shit, Shane, I got wine on you,” Nessa said, realizing she was still in his arms. Her eyes were fixed on his chest. They both had wine on them, Nessa's black dress hid the stain more easily, but Shane had a large red blotch on his tux.
“Fuck, well, guess I own a tux now…” Shane grumbled, pulling at the shirt to see the red splotch better. “Hold on, we can fix this!” Nessa grabbed Shane’s hand, pulling him away from the crowd and snatching a bottle of club soda as they walked.
“Nessa, how are we gonna fix this?” he asked, confused. “Trust me, I used to get pretty wine-drunk when I lived here,” Nessa chuckled, rounding a corner as the sounds of the book signing faded. “Come on in here.”
Shane nearly passed out seeing Nessa pull him into a bathroom. “It will be really quick. I need you to take off your shirt.” Nessa rolled her eyes, pulling the reluctant Shane in with her and locking the door.
“You want my shirt…” Shane said slowly, making sure he understood. “Yes, take your shirt off and hand it over,” Nessa said, looking him in the eyes and holding out her hand. Shane started to unbutton the shirt, keeping eye contact with Nessa to confirm her intentions.
“Shane, the stain is gonna stick!” Nessa groaned, swatting his hands away, finishing the buttons, and pulling it off. Shane still had his wine-stained wife pleaser on, so he didn’t feel completely topless, but the sight of Nessa taking off his shirt did start to wake his body up.
He watched her, listening to the click of her heels on the bathroom tile as she approached the sink, turning on the hot water and shoving his shirt under the running water. “Nessa! You said you’d fix it, not wash it!” Shane groaned, now having a wet, stained rental shirt to deal with. “The hot water stops it from sticking! There’s a hand dryer, you big baby!” Nessa laughed, pointing to the hand dryer with her foot.
Shane watched Nessa wash his shirt with hot water and then with the club soda she had grabbed. “It's not tonic water, but it should work,” Nessa sucked her teeth, shrugging. “If we were at home, I’d just shove it in salt and kitty litter,” she added, sighing as she patted the fabric clean, never scrubbing it.
“How do you know all this?” Shane asked, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. “Like I said, I got wine-drunk a lot—and I'm a girl,” Nessa chuckled softly, reminding Shane that yes, he was locked in the bathroom with the woman he liked. The bathroom started to feel small as he watched Nessa, slightly bent over the sink, taking care of his shirt.
“Shit…” Shane whispered, turning his head to the side, trying to control his thoughts. “What was that?” Nessa asked, the water turning off. “I didn’t hear you; the sink is kinda loud.” She pulled the shirt out, inspecting it. “Nothing just… coughed…” Shane watched her from the corner of his eye as she put the shirt under the hand dryer, the loud whirr filling the room. He really wished he had gone for the alcohol; maybe he could talk to her better.
“Okay, I can't stand that noise anymore,” Nessa said, setting the shirt on the counter and rubbing her ears. “You wanna take a wack at it?” she asked, stepping to the side.
Shane thought for a moment and decided to throw caution to the wind. “We could just… hang out till it's dry?” Shane looked into Nessa’s eyes, almost holding his breath, waiting for her to yell at him. “You wanna… hang out in the bathroom? With… me?” Nessa asked, placing her hand on her chest, not in shock but in confirmation.
“Yes?” Shane said softly, biting his lip, bracing for her reaction. Instead, Nessa’s face turned a pretty shade of red, almost matching her eye color. She instinctively reached to play with her hair, only to remember it was still up, and then hid her mouth behind her fist, slightly biting her thumbnail.
“Shane… do you, um, wanna do more than hang out?” She asked, her finger jutting out to point at his pants. Looking down, Shane saw the decent-sized tent formed, showing Nessa what he had been thinking about when she couldn't hear him.
He wanted to dig a hole and disappear. He was embarrassed; this wasn’t a casual hook-up like normal. This was Nessa, the person he hung out with, the person who had been helping him recover. This could change their whole friendship, and he started to spiral.
Cool hands on his is what pulled him out of his shame spiral. Blinking, he saw Nessa rubbing his crossed arms and hands. “Would… would it be bad if I wanted that as well?” Her confession hit him harder than any gridball tackle. Shane, on the cusp of thirty, dreaming about a life he could have had, and here he was now, his crush close enough to kiss, confessing she wanted the same thing.
Shane's heart raced as he searched her eyes for hesitation. Instead, he saw only sincerity and something he dared not name yet. Slowly uncrossing his arms, still holding her hands, he was scared she would run if he moved too fast. “I, uh, don't see why,” he said, chuckling as he brushed his thumb over her hand.
“What were you thinking about that… caused that?” Nessa asked, her curiosity clear. “Well, ugh… You bent over the counter for one,” he said, chuckling and leaning close to her, ensuring she was okay with this.
“Nessa, I... I don't want to ruin what we have. But if you want this too...” Shane whispered, pulling her close and wrapping his arms around her. She nodded, breath hitching slightly as she leaned into his touch. "Shane, I've wanted this for a long time. I just didn't know how to say it."
Their lips crashed together, hesitant at first but quickly igniting into a heated kiss. The bathroom, once confining, now felt like a world of possibilities. Shane tested her lips with his tongue, peeking at her through half-open eyes, chuckling softly at her cute face all red, her eyes closed, lost in the kiss.
When Nessa allowed him to slip his tongue in, he gladly explored her mouth, tasting the lingering wine. His hands moved from hers; one found her left hip, tugging the dress fabric up to feel her skin. The other went to her back, between her shoulders at the base of her neck. Her hands moved up his chest, around his neck, fingers carding into his hair and gripping slightly.
Shane groaned and carefully pushed her back, their teeth clacking together. Feeling the counter stop them, he placed both hands on her hips, lifting her onto the counter and pushing his drying shirt aside. Pulling back slightly, he looked at Nessa, both of them breathing heavily.
“Shane?” Nessa asked, her lips slightly bruised. “Just… looking at you,” Shane said, cupping her face and rubbing her cheek softly. “You have no idea how long I've wanted to kiss you.” He leaned in for another kiss. “I have an idea,” Nessa said before pushing herself closer to Shane, one hand sliding down to tease the tent between them. Groaning, Shane gripped her hips firmer, pulling her closer, smashing his lips against hers again.
“I can't help it,” Shane growled between kisses. “You dragged me in here.” He trailed kisses down to her ear, smirking at her gasp. “You practically ripped my shirt off me.” He whispered, his hand slipping under the slit of her dress, drawing circles on her skin.
“You bumped into me,” Nessa whined, her hand tugging slightly on his hair. “You could have let me go home,” he quipped, kissing her neck down to her clavicle.
He waited for a moment, seeing if she had anything else to say. Chuckling when she was quiet, he nipped her clavicle, holding her in place when she jumped. The heat between them was palpable. Shane’s mind spun with how much he had wanted this, needed this. He pulled back slightly, memorizing her flushed, breathless, beautiful face.
“Sensitive neck, Nessa?” he growled, looking up through half-lidded eyes. “W-What's it to you?” Nessa asked, one hand back in front of her mouth. “Just taking notes… For next time?” he hinted, suggesting he wanted this to go further than a one-time thing. “Next time?” Nessa asked softly, nodding quickly, her body starting to shake softly.
Shane felt his heart race seeing Nessa agree to another time. “Y-You know, Shane… You have to pass my farm to go home…” Shane was relieved to be sober now. Nessa was inviting him to her home.
“You want me to go home with you?” He asked, making sure he heard correctly, feeling her hand pressing harder into his clothed erection. “Yeah, I’ll go home with you,” he said, his voice deeper, his mind swirling with possibilities for when they got to her home.
Leaning back into her neck, he continued kissing, leaving red spots from her ear to her upper chest. “Shane…” Nessa whined, her eyes wide, biting her lips. “Y-You can touch me…” She said shyly, her hands moving to her dress straps, pulling them down and pulling her arms out.
Shane swallowed hard, his hands moving to her dress top. “You want me to touch you?” He asked, his fingers dancing on the top edge of her dress. “Please, Shane.” Hearing her plead for him to touch her caused him to groan, tugging the top of her dress down to her hips.
He watched in awe, mesmerized by seeing Nessa like this. “Fuck… Nessa… No bra?” Shane slowly cupped both her breasts, squeezing them, feeling how soft yet firm they were. “I-I know… they aren't big…” Nessa said shyly, looking to the side away from Shane. “Shut up, they are beautiful!” Shane leaned in, kissing her solar plexus, sandwiching himself in her chest.
He was in heaven. He had died and this was heaven. Shane's fingers moved, circling and pressing into her nipples, chuckling into Nessa’s chest and hearing her gasp. When he heard her first moan, he paused slightly, trying to figure out what he did, so he could hear that again.
Pinching and rolling one of the buds, he chuckled, marking that down for later that night when he felt her arch her back and moan into her hand. “You sound so good,” Shane groaned as he pulled one of her breasts close and latched onto the nipple, abusing the bud with nips and rough licks. “S-Shane!” He moaned, feeling Nessa pull at his hair roughly, his hips rutting forward into her hand. Groaning at the sensation, he did it again, craving to feel her skin.
“H-Hold on.” Pulling back quickly yet reluctantly, he looked at Nessa, his hair screwed up from her hand, sweat starting to build on his body. “Did I hurt you?” He asked softly, wondering if he had been too rough with her. “N-No… I… I wanna do something.” Shane raised an eyebrow but let Nessa push him off.
“Nessa…” He groaned, watching as she hopped off the counter and use his hips to help her settle to her knees in front of him, her ruby-red eyes sparkling up at him. “Is this okay?” She asked, her hands slowly playing with his belt, her eyes never leaving his.
“Please… I… I mean, yeah, this is fine.” He tried to hold what composure he had left, but seeing her like that, yet it was quickly eroding away. Watching her remove his belt, place it up on the counter above her head, and go right back to unbuttoning his pants, Shane groaned at the sight alone, his hands gripping the counter on either side of her head, caging her.
His gasp came out broken, feeling her cool hands on his member and then the cool bathroom air. “Damn, Shane…” He looked down at Nessa, his vision clouded with lust. She was gently rubbing his cock from tip to base, just taking in the length.
“Like what you see?” He smirked, one of his hands gently cupping her cheek and pulling it so she looked up at him. “Very much.” Her coy smirk threw him for a loop; she was into this as much as he was. “You don't need your lips, so put em on me.” Shane’s composure could go fuck itself; he had Nessa in front of him as he had dreamed about.
“Fuck…” Feeling her lick a bead of precum off the tip caused him to close his eyes, his hand going back to the counter, her lips brushing across the tip and allowing her tongue to follow, licking in gentle circles, teasing him softly. Shane couldn't help it; he let his hand go back to Nessa’s hair, messing up the pretty style she had it in. “You’re teasing me…” He moaned out with a chuckle, his eyes opening so he could look down at Nessa.
He was sober and fully present in the moment, he wanted to etch this memory into his mind, ensuring it would linger even amidst the haze of alcohol so that even if he was drunk, he would be able to jerk off to this memory.
Nessa’s mischievous giggle danced in the air. “No, I’m not. I'm thoroughly enjoying this,” she replied, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Shane’s smile widened at her words. “I’m enjoying this too,” he murmured, his fingers continuing to play with her tousled locks.
A low groan escaped him as Nessa took him into her mouth, her lips encircling the head of his cock. Her tongue traced tantalizing patterns along his length, her hands providing a steady grip at the base while delicately cupping his balls. “Shit, Nessa…” Shane’s gaze remained fixed on her, utterly captivated by the care and dedication with which she pleasured him. She began to bob her head with measured precision, her tongue expertly exploring every sensitive spot. Her soft humming sent shivers down his spine, his moans escaping freely as he watched her relentless efforts.
“You’re stunning like this…” Shane growled, his hips instinctively starting to move in rhythm with her motions, his grip on her hair tightening slightly. As Nessa quickened her pace, matching his thrusts, he felt himself plunging deeper, the sensation of her throat constricting around him driving him wild. Groaning, he felt the tension building in his abdomen; he was on the brink, but he wasn't ready to let go just yet.
Gently pulling Nessa away, he struggled to steady his breath, his gaze still drawn to her disheveled appearance—her lips glistening with saliva and pre-cum, the strings of it that connected them still, her eyes half-lidded with desire, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath, her hair now a tangled mess in his hand.
“Fuckin hell…” He sighed happily, helping Nessa to her feet, the intensity of the moment lingering in the air between them. “Your turn,” he teased, trying to prop her back on the counter so he could go down on her.
“No time…” Nessa's breathless words halted him, grounding them both in the reality of their surroundings. Despite the flames of their desire burning, she reminded him of their presence at Elliot's book signing.
Disappointment flickered briefly across Shane's features, his mind already wandering back to the pleasure they had been sharing. “Yeah… I guess we should head back…” He groaned, going to put himself back in his pants until Nessa stopped him. "Time's short, but we've got time for... fun,"
Nessa's playful words caught Shane off guard, nearly causing him to choke. "What? You're the one who suggested hanging out in here," She teased, grinning mischievously as she turned away from Shane. He couldn't help but watch as she lifted her dress, now gathered around her waist. "Or we could always wait until we get home," Nessa teased, leaning over the counter and swaying her hips provocatively at him.
“Fuck that…” Shane growled as he grabbed her hips, looking at the silky black thong that stood in his way. “Shane…” Hearing Nessa egging him on, he pushed the cloth to the side, biting his lip at the beautiful sight of her slick folds and her firm round ass, almost driving him to finish right there.
“Shit, Nessa, you're so wet,” Shane whispered, his fingers carefully reaching out to touch her, chuckling as she gasped, her body shaking slightly at his touch. “All from sucking my dick?” He asked, leaning forward and pushing Nessa down with his own body, pinning her to the counter.
“N-No… You look… You look good in a tux,” he smirked, listening to her talk. “So you have been walking around like this all night?” His voice started to drip with lust, imagining how long Nessa had been like this. “Well, I gotta fix this, don't I? I caused it, right?” He chuckled into Nessa’s ear, his fingers, thick and calloused, dancing across her slick folds, a finger roughly sliding over her clit before plunging into her heat.
Her moan was music to his ears; he was the one making her sing this pretty song, and he wanted to hear more. He was so happy he was sober; her moans were better than any beer, intoxicating and addictive, a potent elixir that stoked the fire within his core.
His other hand caressed her body, the trail that followed stoking an inferno that threatened to consume them both. “Shane- More…” He smirked kissing Nessa’s shoulder blade teasing her with a second finger before adding it to his motions within her.
The soft slick wet sounds filled the bathroom, and Nessa’s whines and moans were starting to get louder. “Fuck you wanna get caught?” He asked looking around before his eyes landed on his free hand. “Here, just suck on these.” He groaned shoving two fingers into Nessa’s mouth, it worked in quieting her, but when she started to suck on his fingers Shane started to lose it. “Shit, you look so hot…” He growled pulling his fingers out of her heat, opening and closing them, chuckling at the sticky mess he had pulled from her.
Popping them into his mouth he growled softly at the taste, wishing he had just said fuck it and gone down on her. “I think you're ready?” He said and asked softly, grabbing his cock and rubbing her slit with it. “Yes please…” He heard her moan out past his fingers, her hips leaning back to feel more of him.
Shivering at the erotic scene he placed his hand on Nessa’s hip holding it tightly. “Just tell me if it's too much.” He leaned down whispering in her ear, kissing her cheek before standing back up, taking a breath to calm himself.
He positioned himself at her entrance, rubbing his cock up and down the slit a few times testing her softly, hearing her whine back at him, he smirked and hiked his hips, pushing into her slick warmth, a moan escaping him as he started to fill her. “Fuck…”
Curse words started to spill from his lips as he began to rhythmically thrust, slow and gentle at first, but soon began to match a rougher quicker pace. The world around them diminished as the performance of their intimacy overwhelmed the senses, a whirlwind of ecstasy that enveloped them in its fevered embrace.
“You feel so good…” Shane growled out leaning closer to her and kissing her shoulder blade, his hand pulling her face so he could look at her. “Look at you, sucking my fingers… Taking my cock…” Shane moaned pressing his forehead to her shoulder. “It's better than I could dream of…” He whined thrusting his hips harder Nessa’s moans started to push him over the edge, from his tight grip on her hip he was sure it would bruise and that only pushed him farther, he was marking her as his, all his.
The red bite marks and hickeys on her neck shone up at him, the trophies he had left on her. “Shane~” Hearing Nessa’s muffled moans caused his cock to twitch in her, his hips shifting with renewed vigor. “You like this baby?” He asked his eyes darkening hearing Nessa moaning his name, gripping her hips with a feral intensity as he pumped into her, a harmonious crescendo as their carnal symphony reached its peak.
“I’m gonna cum…” He groaned going to pull out, looking at Nessa’s hand as she stopped him by grabbing his hip. Her head shook no, her other hand gripping his abandoned shirt tightly. “Birth control..” Hearing her mumbling on his fingers he swore she said birth control. “You are on birth control?” He whispered starting to understand, when she nodded yes he smirked plunging right back into her pressing his cock against her cervix. “Naught little bitch, you want me to cum inside?” He growled leaning down into her ear, the hand on her hip pulling her into him, his fingers in her mouth pinching her tongue.
His thrusts began to break from the rhythm, just rutting mindlessly into her, the frenzied dance of passion intensifying, until he could no longer bear the mounting pressure. “I’ll fill you up, just cum on my dick.” He groaned closing his eyes as he fucked her into the counter.
A string of moans calling his name sang out from Nessa, her eyes rolled back slightly. Both of them come undone together Shane's insistent thrusts escalate, fueled by the urgency of their desires, a tidal wave crashing upon the shores of their shared ecstasy. His fingers dug into Nessa's hip, letting out a strained growl as they tumbled over the edge, a climactic release that convulsed through their bodies.
Shudders wracked him as he kissed Nessa's shoulder, both coming down from the high of their coupling, a delicious daze settled over them as they embraced, bodies slick with sweat and the heady remnants of their explosive passion. “Fuck…That…That was great.” Shane said as he tried to catch his breath helping Nessa to stand, moaning when he slid out of her. “Y-Yeah…” Nessa said her hands moving to fix her hair, both of them looking at each other and their disheveled states.
“Fuck I guess we have to clean up?” Shane said chuckling reaching over and pulling out a fuck ton of paper towels. “We have more than cleaning to do.” Nessa giggled as she tried to fix her hair in the mirror, before giving up and trying to cover the hickeys and red marks with her long hair.
After cleaning the best they could and returning to a decent dress Shane and Nessa looked at each other, both tipsy off the lust they shared.
“Round two at my place?” Nessa asked a small smirk on her lips. “Fuck yes,” Shane pulled her into a kiss, but their moment was interrupted by a sudden banging on the door making them both jump.
"Come on, I bought you enough time!" Penny's voice rang out urgently. Startled, Shane and Nessa exchanged a glance before Shane noticed a shy smirk playing on Nessa's lips. "I didn't bump into you, did I?" he asked, a smirk forming on his own lips as he narrowed his eyes playfully. "Maybe not," Nessa replied coyly.