50 Shades of Sean

Chapter Four - Secret Room

I wandered around the large venue of the Dexter after party; an exotic cocktail in my hand and a smile plastered on my face. I scanned the room in an attempt to find Sean, who had stalked off with Michael somewhere. I was about to give up and head outside for a quick smoke, when I felt a pair of arms snake around my waist; curios fingers skimmed across the exposed skin of my stomach as my vest top rose up a little. “There you are, I couldn’t find you.” He whispered in my ear, an arousing growl scratched in the back of his throat.

“I was just off outside for a smoke.” I replied, letting my head roll sideways so his mouth could find my neck; he followed my lead and nuzzled his mouth into the skin below above my collarbone.

“Such a dirty habit for a beautiful lady like you.” He muffled into me as his teeth nipped the skin there. I felt that familiar heat building up in my stomach, his hands on my waist only added to the tingling sensation.

“Cut it out Sean, not unless you wanna finish what you start this time.” My blunt statement shocked me, I wasn’t always this forward; but he, he had some sort of effect on me.

I heard him sigh against my neck; “Mmm” he tightened his grip on my middle, pulling me back into this body.

“Get a room! Like a pair of horny teenagers!” I heard someone from the cast remark.

“Yeah Sean, let’s do that.” I laughed lightly.

He was dragging me out of the venue in record speed; the only thing on his mind at that moment was the same that echoed through mine; Sex, and lots of it. I was always so shy when it came to guys; but as I placed wet, open mouthed kisses against Sean’s excited lips in the back of a cab, I felt like some kind of goddess.

“Where to?” he asked me with hitched breaths, his hands were making good progress on trailing up my thighs and between my legs.

“Anywhere; your place, hotel, the back of this fucking cab.” I moaned, feeling his fingertips glide over the dampness of my panties.

“My place it is then.” He moaned. He suddenly lifted me from off his lap and sat me next to him; a wicked grin spread across that beautifully tanned face of his. He told the driver our destination and then sat back, keeping his usually soft blues held on me; now they looked sharp and lust filled. “Don’t wanna get you off in the back of a cab, I’m gonna make that first climax count.” He murmured in a bittersweet voice, his true Texan accent shone through.

My throat went dry as I felt the tiny hairs on my neck tickle and stand on end, “Sean, you’re like some sort of drug.” I croaked, letting my arm reach over to where he sat; I pressed my hand firmly over his growing bulge. The pressure made an amazingly sexy noise escape his lips as he desperately rocked against my hand, looking for friction.

“Gah! Winter stop teasing.” He panted; I mimicked his wicked smile and locked eyes with him, letting my hand abruptly move away from his manhood.

“Not nice is it?” I grinned as he raised one eyebrow at me in a ‘very funny’ sort of expression. It only took several more minutes to get to his house through the late night traffic; we pulled up outside a gorgeous modern build house, its walls were a clean stone colour, it looked like it was all on one floor. “Nice place,” I smile as he open the door for me to slide out onto his drive.

He payed the driver and leaves him a good tip, “You haven’t even seen inside yet, it’s no palace.” I found that hard to believe; but as we entered the house and I was lead to the kitchen for drinks, I spotted some empty takeaway cartons littered on the workspace.

“Not much of a cook huh?” I joke, prodding one of the Styrofoam packages.

“Hey, I’m a kick ass cook! Just been too busy recently.” He scowled, handing me a glass of wine. I thanked him and let the velvet liquid glide down my throat; it tasted like very expensive wine, nothing like I’d ever drank before.