23. Sean

23

Sean

"Sean?" Her voice slices through the tension hanging thick in the air. "You okay?"

In the barn, I'm brooding like some kind of tragic hero in a bad romance novel, trying to get a grip on why I lost my cool earlier. It's unlike me to play the jealous type. Heck, usually, I'm the one trying to smooth over some dramatic scene, not causing it.

And here I am, grimacing as another wave of pain from my shoulder hits me like a sucker punch when Aubrey walks in, her footsteps echoing on the wooden floor.

I try for nonchalant, but I’m pretty sure I just look pained.

“Yeah, just dealing with some old wounds.” I attempt a charming smile, though it probably looks more like a grimace.

Aubrey isn't buying it. She walks right up to me, her eyes narrowing. “What was that back there? Since when do you act like some... jealous idiot?”

Her words sting, more than they should. “Jealous idiot, huh? You think I liked seeing you cozying up with Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome out there?” My tone is sharper than intended, my words slicing through the space between us.

Aubrey steps back, her arms folding defensively. “Cozying up? Chris is a client, Sean. And even if he wasn’t, we agreed—”

“What?” I cut her off, my frustration boiling over. “We agreed what? That it’s okay for guys to hit on my wife right in front of me?”

She sighs, exasperated. “It’s not like that and you know it. You're supposed to trust me, Sean. Trust that I'm here with you, not playing games.”

Her disappointment is a gut punch, forcing me to confront the ugly head of jealousy I’d let rear. “I do trust you,” I admit, quieter. “I just... it caught me off guard. And yeah, maybe I overreacted.”

“Maybe?” Aubrey echoes, her eyebrows raised in disbelief. She’s hurt, clearly, and I hate that I’m the cause.

“Maybe more than maybe,” I say. “But all the same-“ Right at that moment, another flash of pain explodes from my shoulder. I wince, letting out a groan of pain.

Aubrey's anger melts into concern in an instant. "Sean!" she exclaims, rushing over. "Let me see."

I try to wave her off, the tough guy act in full force. "It's nothing, really. Just twinged it a bit."

But she's not having any of it. "Sit," she commands, pointing to a nearby hay bale with a sternness that brooks no argument. Reluctantly, I comply, easing into a seated position while Aubrey gently coaxes me to open my shirt so she can see the injury.

As her fingers brush against my skin, tracing the line of muscle and sinew around the painful area, a strange calm washes over me. The pain's still there, but it dulls, recedes to the background, overshadowed by the warmth of her touch.

Finally, seated next to me, Aubrey looks up, her eyes meeting mine. "You don't have to act tough all the time, Sean. Not with me."

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, the fight draining out of me. "I'm sorry," I admit, the words feeling heavy but necessary. "For acting like a prick earlier. It's just... seeing you with Chris stirred up something ugly. I don't want to be that guy."

The tension between us shifts, morphs into something charged, something potent. It's as if the very air around us is alive, buzzing with unspoken promises and desires held in check.

Aubrey's gaze softens, her hand still on my shoulder, her touch a balm to more than just the physical ache. "We're going to have to work on this, Sean.”

There we are, locking eyes like the final showdown in a high-stakes poker game, except the prize is something far more valuable than chips or cash. The air around us is thick with electricity, buzzing with the kind of energy that makes your skin tingle and your heart race.

I recognize the challenge and promise in Aubrey's gaze. It’s as if she’s daring me, and oh, I do love a challenge. The world seems to shrink until it was just the two of us, a bubble of anticipation in a sea of hay and wooden beams.

Without a word, because let's be honest, words would just get in the way, we lean in. Our lips meet in a kiss that isn’t just a kiss. It’s a declaration, a full-on statement of intent. It’s like scoring the game-winning goal in overtime—thrilling, satisfying, and leaving you wanting to do it all over again.

The pain in my shoulder, the tension from before, all of it melts away. There’s just Aubrey, her warmth, her undeniable presence that seems to anchor me. Her hands cup my face, and I think, "Damn, if this isn't exactly where I'm meant to be."

We kiss like the world is watching and we want to give them one hell of a show. It’s deep, passionate, and everything else. The tension from earlier morphs into something electrifying, something that sets our skin on fire.

We start slipping each other out of our clothes, hands moving with purpose and teasing touches. My hands find the buttons of her flannel shirt, slowly undoing each one until it falls open, revealing the soft curves beneath.

Her fingers work on my belt, tugging it free with a playful smile. My shirt and her jeans soon follow, discarded among the hay and wooden beams.

"You always did have a thing for the dramatic," she teases, her voice a sultry whisper.

I grin, letting my eyes roam over her body, now only in her lace bra and panties, her breasts looking on the verge of bursting out. "Can't help it. You bring it out in me."

Her hands glide down, undoing the button on my jeans and pulling down the zipper with a deliberate slowness that makes my heart race. She slides my jeans and boxers down together, leaving me exposed to her gaze.

Her eyes flicker with a mix of desire and mischief as she leans in, her warm breath grazing my skin before she drops to her knees.

When her lips finally wrap around me, it’s like an electric shock. She starts slowly, her tongue tracing lazy circles around the sensitive tip, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. She takes me deeper, her warm mouth enveloping me, moving with a skillful rhythm that drives me wild.

Each flick of her tongue and the pressure of her lips bring me closer to the edge, her hands caressing and teasing me in all the right ways, cupping my balls and squeezing them just how I need. The sensation is almost too much to bear, her mouth working magic as she brings me to the brink of ecstasy.

"God, Aubrey," I groan, my hands tangling in her hair. The sensation is almost too much, her mouth working me with a skill that borders on sinful. She knows exactly how to push me to the brink, her tongue teasing and her lips wrapping around me in a way that makes it hard to think straight.

Her mouth moves with a rhythm that leaves me breathless, each motion expertly designed to drive me closer to the edge. The pleasure builds, a crescendo of sensation that has me on the edge of losing control.

Her eyes lock onto mine, and the intensity in her gaze is almost my undoing. Just as I'm about to reach that point of no return, to explode in her mouth, I pull her up, needing to feel her lips on mine. Our kiss is deep and urgent.

I taste the sweetness of her lips, mingled with a hint of salt from the sweat of our exertion. Her body presses against mine, soft and warm, and I wrap my arms around her, pulling her closer. Her hands roam over my back, nails scraping lightly, leaving trails of sensation in their wake.

"I wasn't done," she purrs, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

I chuckle, capturing her lips in another searing kiss. "We've got all day. No need to rush."

With a swift, confident motion, I lift her onto the sturdy workbench behind us. The rough wood contrasts with the softness of her skin, heightening the sensation as I drop to my knees. My hands slide up her thighs, parting them gently as I kiss a path along her inner thigh.

Aubrey's breath hitches, her fingers weaving through my hair, urging me closer. I tease her, my lips brushing against her lips without fully making contact, drawing a moan of frustration and desire from her lips.

Finally, I give in, my mouth and tongue finding their mark. Her taste is intoxicating, a mix of sweetness and something uniquely Aubrey. I start by tracing gentle circles around her clit, feeling her body respond instantly.

I explore with deliberate care, savoring every sound she makes, every tremor that runs through her body. Her hips arch towards me, seeking more, and I eagerly oblige, increasing the intensity with each stroke of my tongue.

"Sean," she gasps, her voice a blend of pleasure and desperation. Her nails dig into my scalp, holding me in place as I work her with expert precision. I vary the pressure and rhythm, keeping her on the edge, her moans growing louder with each passing moment.

I delve deeper, exploring her with my tongue, tasting her fully. I focus on the spot that makes her squirm, flicking and sucking with a purpose that drives her wild. Her body tenses, and I can feel the tension building within her, each touch and flick pushing her closer to the edge.

I wrap my arms around her thighs, holding her steady as her body begins to tremble. Her breaths come in ragged gasps, her fingers clenching in my hair. With one final, focused effort, I swirl my tongue and apply just the right amount of pressure, sending her over the brink.

Aubrey's release is powerful, her cries of ecstasy filling the barn as she shudders uncontrollably. I continue to pleasure her, drawing out her orgasm until she’s utterly spent. Finally, I pull back, rising to meet her eyes, which are glazed with satisfaction.

"You're amazing," she whispers, her voice shaky but filled with warmth.

“I know.”

As she comes down from her high, I rise to my feet, our eyes locking in a moment of shared triumph and deep connection. I pull her into a kiss, tasting the remnants of her pleasure on my lips.

"You taste incredible," I murmur against her mouth, my hands still cradling her face.

Aubrey smiles, breathless and glowing. "You have no idea how amazing that was."

I grin, my confidence soaring. "Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea."

In the same position, her sitting on the workbench, I step between her thighs, pulling her close. Her pussy is a gorgeous pink slit, glistening with her arousal.

Our bodies fit together perfectly, the heat between us rising as I position myself at her entrance. The anticipation is electric, and as I push inside her, we both let out a gasp of pleasure. She grips me tightly, her walls warm and wet and perfect

Aubrey's legs wrap around my waist, her heels digging into my back, urging me deeper. Her arms encircle my neck, pulling me closer until our bodies are pressed tightly together. Her skin is warm and soft against mine, our breaths mingling in the charged air of the barn.

Each thrust is deliberate and intense, sending waves of pleasure coursing through both of us. The rustic surroundings, the scent of hay and wood, only add to the raw, primal feel of the moment. Our movements are synchronized, a perfect rhythm that drives us both closer to the edge.

"Sean," she moans, her voice trembling with need. Her nails rake down my back, sending shivers through me, heightening the sensation.

I respond with a groan, increasing the pace, each movement more urgent and powerful. The workbench creaks beneath us, but it's sturdy, holding up to the hard rhythm of our lovemaking. Aubrey's head tilts back, her eyes closing as she loses herself in the sensations, her moans growing louder with each thrust, her breasts shaking with the collision of our bodies.

I watch her, captivated by the way her body responds to mine. Her lips part in a gasp, her chest heaving with every breath. I lean in, kissing her neck, her collarbone, her nipples, savoring the taste of her skin. Her scent, a mix of sweat and perfume, is intoxicating, driving me to push harder, deeper.

Her legs tighten around me, her hips lifting to meet each thrust. The pressure builds between us, an overwhelming wave of pleasure that threatens to consume us both. I grip her hips, holding her steady as I drive into her, the friction and heat creating a symphony of sensation.

"Sean, I'm close," she whispers, her voice raw with desire.

"Me too," I manage to say, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I increase the intensity, our bodies moving together in a desperate dance.

I can feel her tightening around me, her body responding to every thrust. The pressure builds, the intensity almost unbearable.

With a final surge of energy, I lift her off the bench, carrying her to a nearby pile of hay. We collapse onto it, the soft, earthy bedding cushioning our descent. Our movements become frantic, driven by an urgent need for release.

Aubrey's legs tighten around me, her heels digging into my back again as she arches against me. Her body quivers, her release imminent. "Sean, now, please," she cries out, her voice a mixture of command and plea.

I thrust deeply, feeling her inner walls clench around me, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body. Her climax begins, a powerful, rhythmic contraction that makes her body shudder and her breath hitch in gasps of ecstasy.

The intensity of her release triggers my own. I let out a deep groan as the overwhelming wave of pleasure crashes over me, my muscles tensing, and my vision blurring. My hands grip her hips tightly, holding her against me as I spill inside her, our bodies locked together in a perfect union.

We move together in a synchronized dance, riding out the waves of our orgasms. Each pulse and shiver of her climax mirrors my own, creating a feedback loop of pleasure that seems to stretch on forever. Her nails dig into my shoulders, her moans mingling with my groans, the sound of our mutual ecstasy filling the barn.

As the intensity begins to subside, I feel her body relax beneath me, her breaths coming in soft, ragged gasps. I collapse onto the pile of hay beside her, pulling her close, our bodies still trembling from the aftershocks. Her skin is slick with sweat, warm and soft against mine, and I press a kiss to her forehead, savoring the closeness.

We lie there, our hearts gradually slowing, our breaths syncing up. The barn around us is quiet, the only sound the gentle rustle of hay and the distant calls of the night. In this moment, everything feels right, and I know that this connection, this passion, is something rare and precious.

As the intensity fades, we collapse into the hay, our breathing heavy and synchronized. I press a kiss to her forehead, my heart swelling with love and satisfaction. "That was incredible," I murmur, my voice filled with awe.

Aubrey smiles, her eyes half-lidded with lingering pleasure. "It really was.”