Fuck me

Shaun

I don't know what came over me.

One second I was furious, the next my mouth was on his and my hands were pinning him against that tree like I had been waiting to do it for years. Maybe I had. Which is weird as fuck and I should stop but then he made a sound that went straight to my cock. I was hard

His hands grabbed the front of my jacket pulling me harder into him and that was all I needed. I bit down on his lip again and he hissed, his head falling back against the bark. I took the opportunity and went for his neck, biting and sucking hard enough to leave something behind.

"Shaun…" His voice was broken, strain and I loved that I made the great Thom Sinclair break. The thought of him being weak like a pudding because of me felt like a rush. I liked it too much.

"Shut up," I muttered against his skin, biting on his flesh hard, pulling a loud moan from him, I pray the others don't hear him.

He did.

His hands moved to my hair instead, pulling roughly while I worked on his neck. His breathing was completely gone. The composed, untouchable Thom Sinclair, billionaire, family patriarch, man who looked at me like I was dirt under his shoe for half a decade, completely undone against a tree in the middle of a forest.

Because of me.

I pulled back just enough to look at him. His lips were red and swollen. Chest moving up and down, eyes dark and hooded, and fixed on my mouth like he was thinking about biting me back. He looked a mess, a freaking hot mess and his fucked up state was doing something to me.

"Still think it was a mistake?" he asked, voice rough and daring. Asshole.

I answered by grabbing his belt.

His breath caught immediately. His hands on my hair tightened but he didn't stop me. I held his gaze the entire time, watching every flicker of reaction move across his face as put my hands in his boxers, feeling his meaty length. His jaw was tight, trying so hard to look composed and failing completely.

"Shaun." His voice had a bit of authority in it, like he was trying to warn me.

"You had your little fun last night," I said quietly. "Stand still." I commanded, holding on his cock a little tighter, pulling a strangled moan from him.

Thom Sinclair did not take orders from anyone. I could see him fighting it, the instinct to push back, to regain control, to remind me who he was. For the first time he decides not to fight back, seeing as I wasn't the same Shaun, well at least not at the moment.

He stood still, swallowing hard while looking into me eyes wearily.

He was leaking real bad when I wrapped my hand around his cock, I used it, making playing with him a lot easier. I rubbed my thumb on his slit and he made a sound so raw it almost broke my composure entirely. His forehead dropped forward onto my shoulder, his whole body shuddering once. He lost every ounce of control he had.

"Look at you," I muttered. I couldn't stop myself “ who knew you had it in you Thom? I mean yeah, last night did surprise me but you right now is definitely a sight or behold” I teased, my hand not relenting as I massaged his cock. I had no idea what I was doing but this man makes me loose all form of self control. He has always had that effect on me but this, this felt different.

"Don't," he gritted out, his head still buried in my shoulder as he held unto me to steady himself

"Don't what?"

"Talk." He grumbled, his nails digging into my arms and that encouraged to go faster. I loved having him come undone, I felt powerful.

“Faster Shaun” his said barely audible, his breath fanning my neck, I shivered a little.

I almost laughed. Instead I reduced my pace, worked him slowly, deliberately, watching him fall apart one careful inch at a time. He was gripping my jacket so hard his knuckles had gone white. A sound escaped him that he immediately but his lip. He was trying so hard to stay quiet.

I made sure he couldn't. His moans where doing something to me but most importantly, I didn't want him to finish just yet.

"Shaun…." He said my name, his voice begging, urgent now, his hips moving fast to make go faster but I held his hips, stopping his movements which made him whine. Cute.

"Shaun!"

We both froze. My hand stopped too

That was Jake's voice. It was distant but clear, cutting through the trees from somewhere behind us. Thom raised his head so fast I thought he would strain his neck. Emotions bouncing in his eyes as I looked at him. I saw that he was afraid but underneath that fear was a glint of mischief.

"Shaun, you back there? Thom?"

Thom straightened. I removed my hands from his pants stepped back. We both moved fast and wordlessly, fixing ourselves. My hard on was a bit difficult but I will manage. I won't lie, my heart was slamming against my ribs but I felt adrenaline too.

Thom turned away from me, running a hand through his hair, his shoulders rising and falling too quickly.

"Yeah," I called back, impressed by how steady my voice came out. "Just tracking something. Coming now." I stared at the billionaire who was staring right me.

"Alright, we're heading back. Chad twisted his ankle like an idiot." Jake laughed while Thom looked like he wanted to kill Chad. I smirked.

"Okay." I cleared my throat. " Be out in a minute." My eyes were still fixed on Thom who was already packing up his stuff

"Thom."

"Don't," he said quietly. "Just, don't say anything right now."

I didn't. I had so much to say but seeing how distrot he was but I decided to let him be for now.

We walked back quietly. The tension was thick as fuck and I noticed how tensed he was. I know that feeling. I am still staring at my hand that was just in my father in law pants. Arriving at the cabin, Chad was sitting on the couch looking sorry for himself while Sonny lectured him about watching where he stepped while mocking him for being a dumb ass. Jake handed out water. Nobody noticed anything.

Dinner that night was louder than usual. Which was a good thing, because it meant no one really noticed anything. Chad's twisted ankle had made him dramatic and Sonny was enjoying it too much. Jake refereed. Thom sat at the end of the table and ate in silence. His stone cold expression back on his face. I sat across from him and tried to do the same.

It didn't work. Because every few minutes, without meaning to, my eyes found him. And every single time they did, he was already looking at me. With a death glare. Really dude? I just had your fucking cock in my hand a few hours ago. This man is something else.

After dinner, the guys decided to drink but I went to my room. I was genuinely tired. I lay on my back in the dark staring at the ceiling, one arm behind my head, my mind was all over the place because what the fuck was Thom and I doing?

I lay there for a long time. The whole situation was messing with my head and then there was knock on my door.

I knew it was him and the moment I opened the door, he pushed me into the room and then smashed his lips on mine

“ Fuck me”