Starting Over

Four

Angst. Explicit content ahead. (please feel free to skip if you're uncomfortable)

Original chapter published in Short Stories.

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Heavy, hot breathing filled the small space. He could feel the air temperature rise evident with the perspiration sliding on his temples and on the skin on his torso. He didn't mind; he sweats too much when dancing, but at that moment, he was dancing a different kind of dance.

He looked at the woman on top of him, eyes shut tight in pleasure, cheeks flushed and swollen lip caught between her teeth as she moved in a rhythm. Her left hand was propped behind her on the dashboard, and her right was gripping onto his chest; he knew her nails would surely leave a mark again. But he didn't mind.

Sean's dazed gaze ran over to her beautiful face, too consumed on their deed – to her tousled hair hanging and swaying with their movement behind her. She was wearing a tight red bodycon dress, which was now pushed over her breasts, her bra cups clumsily pulled down as her breasts spilled over, bouncing together with their movements. His eyes trailed to the muscles on her stomach, contracting in every thrust, until his gaze fell to where their bodies meet.

He groaned as he threw his head back in ecstasy as he gripped her waist in one hand, his other on her ass guiding her movements.

"Uh, Sean, f-fuck..." Kaycee moaned.

Her moans and whimpers stirred something in him, and so he grabbed her ass and thrust up, her arms automatically wrapping around his neck as he sucked on anipple, head thrown back to the roof of the car, mouth open in a silent scream.

He hoped no one passes by that parking lot and see his car rocking or hear them moaning.

They just came from a party that Tim hosted in his studio. It was a simple get together that Tim threw for the big break he currently received, and while Sean was there for his friend, he was also in the lookout for Kaycee if she ever shows up. And true enough, she came, looking all gorgeous with her fitting dress with black strapped heels, showcasing her toned calves. Their best friends weren't present as they all had their respective projects, and Sean saw it as an opportunity to finally talk to her, hoping she won't throw any antic that could lead his mind wayward.

She didn't, thankfully; she was sober and only chatted with old friends the whole night. She had ignored him the whole time, acting like he was part of the wall. But he didn't miss the few lingering gazes she had. He knew because he was looking at her all night, too; she's too stunning not to be stared at. Even Tim laughed at him in disbelief.

"Ten years later and you're still whipped as ever," Tim had said, shaking his head. "Hope you learned your lesson. Don't fuck up again."

He certainly hoped not, and he didn't plan to.

He waited until the party finished, but the truth is he was only waiting for Kaycee to call it a night in the hopes of inviting her to talk over coffee, which is a stretch in their case. But he had to take a shot. He didn't notice her disappear as he was talking to Donovan, and the man sent him a confused look when he abruptly ended their conversation to look for her. He ran out, head turning to look for her, but found an almost empty parking lot, before someone grabbed his dress shirt from the back and met with waiting, wanting lips.

Then all of his rationality got thrown out of the window yet again.

It had been an unspoken routine ever since that night at the bathroom at CJ's party. Sean would hear about a party a friend is throwing (mostly through Julian) and he would go with the possibility that she would be there, to look after her and possibly talk to her. Kaycee would usually did her antics that immediately drives him aroused and mad, and they would end up fucking in restrooms, in empty bedrooms, and once, in an alleyway.