CLAIMED AGAIN

The silence after the glass wall wasn’t calm. It was charged.

Shawn carried me to the bedroom without pulling out, his c*ck still thick and half-hard inside me, every step sending aftershocks through my oversensitive walls. Cum leaked down my thighs, but he didn’t care. He laid me on the wide bed like I was something precious and breakable, then stripped the rest of our clothes with deliberate hands.

His eyes raked over me—slow, possessive. “They can whisper all they want tomorrow. Tonight, you’re mine to ruin.”

He climbed over me, caging me with his body. The hard planes of his chest pressed against my breasts as he kissed me deep and filthy, tongue f*cking my mouth the way he’d just f*cked my p***y. When he pulled back, his voice was gravel.

“On your knees. Ass up.”

I obeyed instantly, the command sending fresh heat between my legs. Shawn knelt behind me, hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. He spread me open with his thumbs, exposing everything.

“Look at this pretty cunt,” he murmured, voice dark with approval. “Still dripping with my cum. Greedy little thing.”

He leaned in and dragged his tongue from my clit to my entrance in one long, slow lick, tasting both of us. I moaned into the sheets, pushing back against his face. He groaned in response, the vibration shooting straight through me, then devoured me—tongue thrusting inside, lips sucking my clit, two thick fingers joining to curl against that spot that made my vision blur.

“F*ck—Shawn—”

He didn’t let me finish. He ate me like a man starved, relentless and precise, until my thighs shook and I came hard against his mouth, crying out as fresh slick coated his tongue.

Before the waves faded, he rose up and slammed into me in one brutal thrust. The sudden fullness tore a sharp gasp from my throat. He was rock-hard again, stretching me wide, the wet sound of his c*ck driving through his own cum obscene in the quiet room.

“That’s it,” he growled, one hand fisting my hair to arch my back. “Take every f*cking inch. Let me feel how deep I can go.”

He f*cked me hard—deep, punishing strokes that slapped skin against skin. Each thrust bottomed out, the head of his c*ck kissing my cervix and sending sparks of pleasure-pain radiating through me. His free hand reached around to rub my clit in tight, firm circles.

“Again,” he ordered. “Come on my c*ck while I’m still buried in you. Show me who this p***y belongs to.”

I shattered a second time, walls clamping down around his thick length as stars burst behind my eyelids. Shawn hissed through his teeth but didn’t slow. He flipped me onto my back, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and drove in even deeper.

The new angle let him grind against my clit with every snap of his hips. Sweat slicked our skin. His gaze locked on mine—intense, unblinking.

“They question us?” he rasped between thrusts. “They have no idea how perfectly you milk my c*ck. How you open up for me like you were made for this.”

His pace turned feral. Harder. Faster. The bed creaked under us. I reached up, nails raking down his back, and he groaned low and animalistic.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded. “Rub that swollen clit while I f*ck you.”

My fingers found the sensitive bundle of nerves. The added stimulation pushed me toward a third peak impossibly fast. Shawn watched every second—eyes dark, jaw clenched—as my body tensed.

“Come for me. Now.”

I broke apart with a scream, pulsing violently around him. That finally undid him. With a guttural groan, Shawn buried himself to the hilt and came hard, c*ck throbbing as he flooded me again, hot and deep. He kept grinding through it, drawing out every pulse until we were both trembling.

He collapsed beside me, pulling me into his chest without withdrawing. For long minutes we stayed locked together, breaths slowing, bodies cooling.

His fingers traced lazy circles on my back, surprisingly gentle after the roughness.

“Better?” he asked, echoing the night before, but heavier now.

I pressed a kiss to his collarbone. “You’re not holding back anymore.”

“No.” His voice was quiet but certain. “Not with you. Not anymore.”

The admission settled between us—another layer peeled away. Outside these walls, Charles’s whispers were still spreading, testing cracks in trust and perception. But here, in the dark, Shawn had claimed every inch of me with deliberate, uncontained hunger.

And I had given it willingly.

The real risk wasn’t the office anymore.

It was how completely we had stopped pretending we could contain this.

I felt him twitch inside me again, already stirring. A small smile curved my lips against his skin.

Shawn’s hand slid down to grip my ass possessively.

“Rest while you can,” he murmured, voice promising more. “We’re not done tonight.”

The city lights filtered softly through the glass.

And for the first time, the uncontained felt less like danger.

It felt like power.