Fractured [SHAWN MENDES]

~34~

"Have you eaten?" Shawn asked as he and Taryn walked to the parking garage.

"I had half a burger during a slow period around four, so I could definitely use a snack. You had dinner with your parents, so surely you don't want to get anything out."

"They sent me home with leftovers, and I figured you might want them."

She unlocked the car doors. "That's sweet of you, but don't you want to save them for yourself? I'm good with a granola bar or a piece of fruit."

"My motives are selfish," he said as he got buckled in. "I want you to have energy for our night together. It's the last time you're sleeping over for awhile, and I plan on taking advantage of every moment."

Taryn had finals to take and essays to complete during the week, so staying over was out. Over the weekend, she was headed to her college town to officially move out of her apartment, since she'd left behind some clothing and a few small items of furniture when she returned to Toronto to help Patricia. Welland wasn't very far away, but she was staying two nights so that she could spend time with her friends.

The plan was that she'd leave work around eight on Saturday night, meet her roommates at the apartment, and hit up the popular bars near campus. The next day, they were going to a music festival in Buffalo, and then she would return home on Monday morning.

Shawn volunteered to help Patricia at The Good Luck Lounge when Taryn started fussing that she should go down and back in one day. He knew she needed a break, and the only way to ensure she had one was to step in as back-up at the bar. He'd even insisted that she not come to his place after work on Friday since she needed as much sleep as possible before her getaway. When he was with Winter, he'd tried to spend every second he could with her, and it had been smothering. If things were ever going to become more serious with Taryn, he had to give her space.

"I have to get some sleep tonight since I've got an exam tomorrow, but I promise to make good use of our time," she told him as she placed her right hand on his crotch.

"Baby, touch me like that and we might not leave this parking spot."

She giggled. "This car is tiny and you're six foot two. I don't think we could make that work even if we tried."

"Oh believe me...I'd find a way. Unfortunately there are a lot of cars here, which means people might be returning to them. The chance of getting caught is high."

"Isn't that part of the fun?" She gave him a gentle squeeze.

"Not when you're a convicted felon. I don't want to end up in jail again."

Taryn quickly removed her hand. "That's the last thing I want, too."

When they got to the condo, she tried to pull him to the bedroom, but he insisted that she eat dinner. They each had a glass of wine while she polished off the chicken and mashed potatoes.

"That was so good! My mom is not much of a cook and she was always at the bar during dinner time, so I didn't grow up on food like this. Even for the holidays we'd just pick something preprepared at the local grocery store," she said when her plate was clean.

"Both of my parents are great cooks so I was spoiled. Wait until you taste the chocolate raspberry cheesecake. They gave me two slices, so we can each have one."

"Maybe later?" She stood up and started down the hall to the bedroom.

As he watched her remove her clothing, Shawn suddenly remembered their tense conversation on Thursday night. "I know we came back here to have sex, but we don't have to do that. I'm okay just curling up on the couch watching TV or cuddling while listening to music."

Taryn walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his slim waist. "You don't need to prove to me that what we have is about more than just sex. I was wrong to say that."

"My words and actions are what put that thought into your head. You're being really patient with me and I appreciate that."

She wanted to tell him that if there was a chance they'd ever be together in a committed relationship, it was worth waiting. Sometimes she felt they were getting closer to that, but other times it was like he kept her at arm's length emotionally. There was no doubt that he cared about her, but she knew he still loved Winter. He basically said that in his interview. One day she'd have to walk away if he couldn't let got of his ex, and the thought of that hurt, but in the meantime she was going to enjoy every moment they were together.

Slipping her hands under his shirt, Taryn lightly traced her fingers over his stomach muscles, up to his defined pecs, and then down again. She undid the button and zipper of his pants and they dropped to the floor, leaving him in his black boxers. She was only wearing panties, so when she stepped closer to him, her hard nipples grazed his upper torso.

Shawn found the clip that secured her messy bun and removed it so that her red tresses cascaded over her shoulders. Then he guided his hands down her back until they rested on her ass. He cupped her round cheeks and pulled her closer to him so that she could feel how excited she made him. How many times a day did he get hard when he thought about her? It was an embarrassing number, he knew that much.

Taryn put her hands on his broad shoulders, caressing both the peaks of rippled muscles and the deep valley above his pronounced collar bone. When they had sex with her on top, she loved running her tongue along that crevice almost as much as kissing the ropey tendons that protruded from his neck when he exerted himself. Honestly, every feature of his body was exciting to her, from his arm veins to his hip flexors to his sharp jawline.

"You're so beautiful," she told him before kissing him on his neck.

Years ago, when he was at his peak of popularity, he'd been pleased with his looks. Perhaps it was vain, but he put a lot of effort into his appearance and enjoyed the constant stream of compliments about his face, hair, and body. He knew that his image helped sell albums and concert tickets, so he took care to always look good. Ever since he'd made that life-shattering mistake, he'd gaze in the mirror and see a different person. The face looking back at him was ugly. Even if he rationally knew that his self-loathing had warped his perspective, he couldn't see the person he used to be. Taryn saying that he was beautiful almost made him cry.

She kissed her way down his body until she was kneeling in front of him, her face level with his prominent erection. Then she looked up at him with those piercing blue eyes which were framed by impossibly long lashes and eased his boxers down his legs until he stepped out of them.

"Fuccckkk," he breathed in anticipation.

When she took him in her warm wet mouth, he groaned with pleasure. Tangling his hands in her hair, he watched as she sucked his dick. They hadn't been together since Thursday morning, which suddenly felt like years ago, and his orgasm began building almost immediately. He held on to her head and eased her off him.

"What's wrong?" she asked with obvious confusion.

"You've got me on the verge of exploding, baby. I have an idea for how to slow things down a little."

"Oh?"

He laid down on the bed and beckoned her to join him. "Let's sixty-nine."

She chewed her lip seductively before removing her panties and climbing on top of him in the optimal position. The beauty of bestowing simultaneous oral pleasure was that each of them had to concentrate on what they were doing, which delayed their own orgasms. It was a glorious give and take.

Halfway through, they switched positions so that Shawn was the dominant one, and he fucked her mouth while his tongue fucked her. He wanted her to come first, so he slowed the movements of his hips and focused on her most sensitive spot. When she grasped onto the back of his thighs, her fingernails digging into his flesh, he thrust harder and let himself climax. Both of their orgasms were prolonged and intense since the build up had gone on for almost an hour.

"Holy shit," Taryn gasped once he held her in his arms. "I guess if we're not going to fool around for over a week, that's quite the memory for us to hold onto."

"I don't think I can go that long without you," he confessed. "Can you stay here Friday night?"

"I was hoping you'd change your mind about that."