Billboards and Benches

Chapter 21

His fingers form themselves to her curves while he watches her adjust her lipstick. "Are we gonna talk about earlier?" He moans against her skin. His lips trail along the back of her neck. She has no objections to recounting what might be the most amazing sex she's ever had in her life now is not the time.

"We have a charity event to get to." She nods. He grabs tightly onto her waist preventing her much mobility except for a few shudders. She clamps her teeth around her bottom lip to keep her moans for falling out.

"And I have the most gorgeous girl I've ever seen standing in front of me in a ball gown. Give me a minute to take it in."

He hates that she has the money for this. He hates that her family is the type to host what they're calling a charity gala. He hates that her friends bought her better gifts than he could. He stares at her dress, at the diamonds she has stuck on her ears. He feels a lump form at the base of his throat. He wants to pretend like going to this event won't be the strangest thing he's ever done but he'd be lying. He wants to pretend that she's just like him but she isn't. She's more perfect than anything he could've ever dreamt of laying eyes on.

"This suit is too tight for you to look this pretty tonight." He sits her earlobe between his teeth. She doesn't have to look to know what he's talking about. She can feel it pushing at the seams of his pants.

"Let's go!" James urges. Shawn stays back looking at her dress at the diamond lining the bottom. He can't help smiling at the slit that finds its way up to a point that could be considered scandalous by some. The form fitting top hugs her body in all of the right places while the swoop neck accentuates her chest that she had to tape up in order to fill the dress. He can't help smiling at the way her dress opens more and more with every step she takes.

"You have to come too!" Dylan calls back. She takes him from his trance snapping him back to reality.

"I'm coming. I told you I needed a minute." He huffs. She smiles lacing their fingers together.

Though she knows her mother would never allow it she worries her dad is going to throw a handful of other bachelors her way. He appreciates Shawn for making his daughter smile but he truly believes that's all he's good for.

"You needed more than just that minute." She giggles. He looks to see that James is facing away and that they're arriving in a limousine. James will likely sit in the front allowing Shawn and Dylan their own privacy. Knowing that he undoes the button on his pants. He needs to breathe and Dylan has no complaints. They glide towards the limo and watch James climb into the front seat confirming his assumption. "In a second he'll shut the," she stops when she see him starting to shut the divider. Her parents are already there so she knows there won't be any other stops. He lay down on the seat. Limousine drivers are always the best drivers so he trusts they'll be alright laying down.

Her hand slides down his body playing with the hem of his suit pants. He presses his lips onto her forehead leaving them there as she finally slips her hands beneath the waistband of his boxers. "That's nice baby girl, just like that." He lets out a soft sigh. She knows she's doing well when he rolls his head back. She props herself up on her elbows as best she can ending the mere moments of pleasure. "Why'd you stop? What's wrong?" He looks down at her. Her eyes can't hide the slight glow that they've developed over her idea.

"Nothings wrong. I'm perfect." She offers a smile slowly moving down his abdomen. He raises his hips momentarily to lower his uncomfortable pants and his boxers beneath them. "I'm not used to doing this so—," he stops her as she wraps her lips around him.

"You're perfect babe. Don't stop. Please?"

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"Hello, sir," Shawn gives her father a firm nod. He returns the gesture with a small smile attached. "Mrs. White," Shawn offers a smiles and she gives him a tight hug.