The Fling

30

I was sitting in my backyard enjoying the Monday morning sunshine and a cup of strong coffee when my phone vibrated.

I'm here, but there are guys with cameras parked in front of your house.

I feel weird going up to the door.

Abigail and I had plans to get together, and it made sense to meet at my house since it wasn't far from the kids' camp. Before I left last night, we decided that we wouldn't be going out of our way to hide the fact that we were dating, but she was waiting a bit to tell her younger kids, therefore we weren't announcing it to the world. The news would come out eventually, so there wasn't much point to keeping it a secret. We had not discussed exclusivity, but given our feelings, I was pretty sure neither of us would be seeing other people. Once the L word dropped, we could talk about taking things to the full-commitment level. I was going to take that next step with caution because it was clear that Abigail needed time, and moving too fast might scare her off.

I called her instead of typing a reply. "Hey, honey. They're here a lot of the time, and it's best to ignore them."

"They weren't here when I came over for dinner the night Bertie broke his arm," she said.

"That may have been one of their rare nights off, or they remained out of sight."

She sighed. "Okay. I'm coming in."

Once she was inside the house and the door was closed, I pulled her into my arms. "You look frazzled."

"I'm not looking forward to the inevitable 'Shawn Mendes spotted with considerably older woman' headlines."

"You don't look your age, so I doubt that will happen. If it does, I don't care. I can date who I wanna date, and the rest of the world can fuck off if they don't like it."

She smiled up at me. "You're very sexy when you say the word fuck."

"You like it when I swear, eh?"

"Mmhm. I do."

I picked her up and threw her over my shoulder, smacking her round ass. "We're going up these fucking stairs to my fucking bedroom where I'm going to put you on the fucking bed before eating out your delicious fucking pussy and fucking you until you can't fucking take any fucking more."

She giggled the entire trip to my room, but when I set her down, I silenced her laughter by pulling her in for a deep kiss. A rush went through my body as I realized this was the first time we were going to be together without it being just a fling. I kissed her hungrily, both eager for this to progress but also wanting to savor the two and a half hours we had together.

"I woke up very happy this morning," Abigail said when we broke apart. "Knowing I'd get to spend time with you put a big smile on my face."

"That's exactly why we need to be together. You make me happy, too."

I led her over to the bed where she sat down. She was wearing workout apparel, and I eased her snug pants off before getting down on my knees in front of her. Eyeing the thin cotton fabric of her panties, I opted to leave them on for now. I dipped my head down and licked her inner thighs right where her legs met her torso. I felt her shudder as a whimper escaped her lips. I took my time teasing her by peppering kisses around the area she wanted my mouth the most. If she begged me, I'd proceed to the next step, but until then, I loved making her squirm.

"Please, Shawn," she breathed after ten minutes.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked, lifting my head to look into her eyes.

"What you told me you'd do with all the curse words."

I chuckled. "Fuck, baby, I'm getting there."

"You're taking forever!"

I glanced down and saw that her underwear was soaked. "It looks like you've enjoyed this."

"Please?"

I pushed the crotch of her panties to the side and sighed at how engorged she was, because it made me feel powerful. I lowered my head between her thighs and used my tongue, lapping between the folds, tasting her honey. Soon her fingers were grasping at my hair, and for a split second I thought about making her wait for her release, but I was eager to be inside her, so I didn't. Flicking my tongue rapidly over her clit, I drove her to the edge, and moments later she was crying out as her body shook.

As she tried to recover, I got up and grabbed a condom from my bedside table. I tore off my shirt, shorts, and boxers and rolled it on before turning to her, "Take the rest of your clothes off."

Abigail did as instructed and scooted further up the bed, looking at me with wide eyes. I joined her, nudging her legs open. Lowering myself onto my elbows, my cock pressed against her still-quivering opening, I kissed her sweetly before easing my entire length inside her with a low moan.

I willed myself to go slowly, even though every fiber in my being wanted to fuck her hard and fast. I'd read how that was probably an instinct left over from when humans were afraid of predators. They were vulnerable during sex, so the goal was to finish quickly. Evolved men had to fight that urge in order to make the experience last until their partner could enjoy the same pleasure they did.

My eyes locked on hers as I glided in and out of her, marveling at how perfectly we fit together. I reached a hand up and ran my thumb over her plump lips, and she responded by taking it fully in her mouth, sucking on it like it was my dick.

"Jesus Christ," I groaned as my pace involuntarily quickened. I couldn't hold back any longer, so I thrust into her, causing my thumb to pop out of her mouth as her eyes rolled back in her head.

Pushing myself up on my forearms, I ordered, "Touch yourself."

She lifted her right hand and stuck two fingers in front of my face. I licked them and she began rubbing her clit as I continued to fuck her. "I'm close," she whispered, though I didn't need her to tell me. I knew her cues from our time in Palm Springs.

When I felt her clench around me, I allowed myself to let go with a loud guttural sound my neighbors could undoubtedly hear through the open windows. Not that I gave a fuck. Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me deeper inside her as we climaxed together.

When we were done, I got up and disposed of the condom before climbing back into bed so that we could snuggle under the covers. She rested her head on my shoulder and ran her fingers over my breast bone, stroking the damp chest hair that seemed to grow thicker each year.

"That was amazing," she said, smiling up at me.

"Fuck yeah."

"Thank you for pushing this. I'm not good about doing things for me, but you've made me more open to it."

"It's definitely hard to do, and I struggle with that, too. Canceling my tour in 2022 was one of the hardest decisions I've ever made, but if I hadn't done it, I would have fallen apart. I know I let people down, and that hurts me, but I had to prioritize myself," I shared.

"There's a lot of pressure in your business. People think fame is all about the perks and the money, but it's got to be grueling being a celebrity."

"It has its ups and downs." I yawned loudly. "Sorry. I woke up at two and couldn't fall back asleep."

"Then let's take a nap. This bed is so comfy, and I'm very relaxed right now."

"I hate to waste precious time."

Abigail kissed my cheek. "Things are different now, so we don't need to treat each time we're together like it might be the last."

She was right. I pulled her tightly against me and closed my eyes, allowing myself to drift off to sleep.