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Soft blue lights produced by dozens of moon jellyfish, drifting along on the whims of ocean currents, cast everyone gathered on the docks in an otherworldly glow. It's one of the few town holidays that Haley actually finds herself enjoying. This moment of quiet awe can only be produced by a phenomenon of nature that would persist even if the entire town were to disappear overnight. Eyes on her back make Haley overly aware of Alex, who stands across the stretch of water separating the two walkout docks. She'd been intentionally ignoring the boy for the last few days for being so damned clingy. Send a guy one quick snap of your panties, not even on her body, just laid out cutely on her bed, and they come begging like a starved dog. Sure, Haley liked her men a little pathetic and easy to push around, but that was generally what she wanted later on. If he was already showing his belly, where was the fun?
Speaking of pathetic men. That drunk Shane and the new Farmer stood close enough that their shoulders brushed one another. He probably smelled. Then again, so did she. Working all day on that farm, sweaty and covered in who knows what.
Haley shudders mentally.
Gross.
Major Lewis is making a short announcement that she only partially hears. Most townspeople are already leaving in pairs to get home before it's too late. Haley catches Shane and the Farmer definitely not heading back home; instead, a mischievous grin glows on the Farmer's face and Shane looks a bit dumbstruck as he's dragged along behind her like a dog on a leash. Squinting with suspicion, Haley knows there has been some light vandalism going on lately around town. Nothing overly serious, overturned trash cans and gardens roughly dug through by something bigger than the average raccoon or dog. However, she wouldn't put it past those two to be the culprits.
Departing with a larger throng of people, Haley breaks away and instead walks carefully down the wooded path she'd spotted her suspects taking, following their trail. It's dark as sin out tonight. Lewis always ordered a total blackout of all lights in the town and surrounding areas to ensure the best possible viewing for the jellies, as well as to prevent them from being confused by any lights on the shore that could be mistaken for one of their own. Luckily, a full moon hangs swollen overhead, spilling its ghostly silver light over the landscape, allowing Haley to navigate the underbrush without too much difficulty.
A quiet laugh reaches the woman's ears, the end of the sound muffled slightly. Grinning as Haley closes in on them, she crouches behind a thick birch while patting hip pockets for her phone. Fumbling with it for a single heart stopping moment, she grips it tightly before thumbing open the camera. Obviously, nobody would believe her without photo evidence; they'd chalk her accusation up to Haley disliking the Farmer and Shane in equal measures. But this was serious!
Peeking around the mossy tree, Haley raises her camera, but comes up short when she's met with a completely different scene than what she had been expecting.
Shane, who she'd only seen in that dingy old zip up jacket he wears, is kneeling in the soft loamy forest undergrowth. That thin cheap polyester shirt he wore is pulled taught over muscles in his back and shoulders that Haley didn't even know he had. They flex as he readjusts his grip on the Farmer standing above him with a casual kind of ease. The Farmer's soft sea foam green sundress is rucked up around her breasts, held fast to allow one of Shane's hands to lie flat across her stomach.
Head thrown back against the tree she's propped against, the Farmer's thighs are held open by the man currently burying his face between them. One knee hooked over Shane's shoulder while the other is gripped firm enough to leave divots in the soft flesh and trembling muscle. From the way she writhes in his hold, one hand fisted in Shane's short hair so she can grind back against his face, Haley thinks he might be pretty good at that.
Catching that singular thought like a punch to the face, Haley is suddenly very aware of what she's doing. Watching rather intently as the Farmer gets eaten out like Shane's life personally depended on it. Prickling heat of both embarrassment at what she's intruding on, and the supremely unwelcome desire to be where the Farmer was pinned and feasted upon floods Haley's system. Suddenly quite aware of that low throb between her thighs, she tries to remember the last time she'd ever gotten eaten out with such enthusiasm. Or at all for that matter. Alex always said he was above that sort of thing, but always wanted his dick sucked. That one Kindling date, she had barely known how to kiss, let alone anything else. Over a year at least, probably longer, and it had never been done with any kind of skill.
Goosebumps pepper Haley's entire body as she hears Shane groan low in the back of his throat. The sound of someone savouring a good meal. She should leave; that felt like a cue to leave. Awkwardly getting to her feet, knees weak and butterflies filling her stomach, Haley's sweaty hands lose grip on her phone, and it tumbles to the ground with the crunch of dead leaves. Motion ceases entirely for a moment over by the tree. The Farmer whispers something, and it's met with a dark chuckle before she hisses in pain as Shane must have bitten the inside of her leg.
"Let 'em watch." Were the last words that Haley hears Shane growl before making the farmer scream.
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Slamming her door and pressing back against the cool wood, Haley stares wide eyed into the dim light of her bedroom. Moonlight coyly filters through the gossamer curtains and lays itself across the floor in a silvery pool. Emily had been completely ignored, as if the other woman hadn't been sitting on the couch doing late night sewing. There had been some kind of greeting tossed in Haley's direction, but she'd been totally deaf to the world once leaving the forest behind.
Alone. Haley needed to be alone right now to sort through the absolute train wreck of those thoughts banging around her head. How was she supposed to live with the knowledge that Shane ate pussy like a starving man being given a five star meal? A sharp answering throb between her legs is all she can think about.
Groaning with frustration as clothing is roughly yanked off and tossed in the general direction of her laundry basket, Haley strips to just her undergarments before flinging herself down into the plushness of her bed. That sultry vanilla perfume, which gets Alex hard without fail, surrounds the blonde as hands push off the damp pink lace panties, hissing as cold air meets the soaked flesh of her aching cunt.
Swallowing a whine as trembling fingers trace down the dip of her stomach, while the other hand palms her breast through her bra. Trailing through the soft blonde curls between her legs, she allows the touch to slide into the heat of her core, parting her folds with ease. Need so strong it hurts scythes through Haley's stomach. What had initially been devised as a drawn out and yearning moment is reduced to a rushed desperate scramble for release. Knees propped open, her feet press into the blankets to leverage her hips upward into those quick, slick circles Haley draws around her clit, the world pulling apart at the seams.
Keeping quiet is absolutely mandatory, despite a shriek welling up in her throat, and the hand which had been pawing at her own chest like some impatient date is now clamped tightly over her mouth to silence any noises which would alert Emily to what her roommate is doing. Haley's breath fans hot and fast over the back of her knuckles as she tries desperately to pull in enough oxygen through her nose. Wet lewd sounds fill her room as a climax races ever closer, but, in the very last second, it stalls on the cusp of oblivion. Eyes scrunching shut with agonised focus, she scrambles through her thoughts as teeth clench together in overwhelming irritation. Well used fantasies are shuffled between with a frenzy bordering on panic, immediately lunging for those that never failed to push her over that last inch.
None of them work.
Haley wants to scream, but settles for a suffering groan only partially muffled by her hand. Hips twist in an attempt to rip the orgasm free, to find some angle that would give her that last shove she needed. As if in answer, that deep satisfied moan which had come from Shane elbows its way to the forefront of Haley's mind. A clear picture of the way his back flexed, muscles bunching in a display of casual power as he so easily held the Farmer up and pinned her there against the tree. Yet, in this fantasy, it's Haley writhing against him, the hot swipe of Shane's tongue through her folds. His lips wrapping around her clit as he sucks at it hard enough for the pleasure to gain teeth and tear into her like a rabid animal.
Haley's orgasm shatters her. Body arching hard off the bed, a scream is shoved back down her own throat by the vice-like grip her fingers dig into the woman's cheeks. Pleasure, unrelenting and mean, courses through every muscle fibre, promising ruin wherever it touches. She felt like she'd swallowed a supernova. Blackness hems in the edges of her vision at the head rush, tears collecting on her lashes like diamonds in the moonlight at the sheer blinding intensity of it.
A boneless kind of exhaustion smashes Haley back down into the mattress, blanket damp with her own sweat and now uncomfortably hot. Breath is pulled in great greedy gulps once her hand falls away, and she lies there like a broken doll tossed aside and forgotten now that the fun is over. Bleary eyes stare up at the stucco ceiling, blinking slowly as she floats aimlessly in the afterglow. Realisation drops onto her mind like an anvil. Experiencing the most intense earth shattering orgasm of her damned life over the idea of Shane's mouth between her legs was definitely going to cause some problems.
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Weeks go by, and the weed that is Shane only chokes Haley out more day by day. Any other fantasy which would get the woman off is slowly being poisoned by him. Alex's cameos turn into Shane flat on his back as she rides him, nails scoring angry pink lines across his thickly muscled chest. Shane's thick bicep wrapped around her throat as he roughly fucks her from behind, that low growling tone he'd used in the forest now murmuring a dictionary's worth of filthy things. His hands pulling her hair, massaging her chest, or thrusting between her thighs. Even the thought of his fingers in her mouth has Haley nearly vibrating out of her own skin. Every day she wonders more and more what in the hell had come over her. Not only is it wrecking Haley's ability to cum, but that growing frustration at essentially edging herself for the last two and a half months is building to a breaking point, and it also makes her temper flare hotter than ever.
"What's got you so pissy?" A gruff voice yanks her out of a red haze of irritation that's centered around a mental image of Shane shoving her face uncaringly into the soft pillows on her bed while his hips snap forward in quick punishing thrusts. The subject of that fantasy glares down at her, dark circles of overworking and undersleeping smudged beneath his eyes. Yoba, she'd never realised how much taller he is than her. Blinking away that moment of surprise at seeing him, she returns the glare.
"You're in my way, obviously." Haley retorts icily, and he rolls his eyes, stepping aside and gesturing with a hand for her to proceed.
"Oh, my apologies, your highness. After you." He replies with a mocking, formal tone. It takes everything in Haley not to grab him by that tie and— Stepping around him, and giving a wide berth, she tosses her hair over a shoulder while passing and proceeds down the row of plastic chairs that had been set out for the wedding.
Mayor Lewis really pulled all the stops out for this soiree. Expected, seeing as it wasn't every day the Valley celebrated a ceremony like this. White and blush pink flowers of every species are tucked into wooden baskets and placed around the perimeter of the courtyard where the wedding is being conducted. Their perfume is nearly dizzying as it's carried by a warm summer breeze that only amplifies the scent further. That and the various brands of cologne those in attendance have all but dipped themselves in. Haley can sniff out Alex's overly applied woody assault on the senses from where she tucks herself into the far corner seat. If her current predicament of not being able to get off wasn't already chewing at the fraying edges of Haley's nerves, this wedding is another cause for a bad mood. Shane would be marrying the Farmer today, which meant this little obsession of hers would never be fulfilled, which likely meant never eradicated.
As it begins its languid ritual of setting for the evening, the sun casts the sky overhead in a painter's palette of oranges, reds, and pinks. In this golden hour of waning daylight, Haley can't help but admit that the Farmer looks absolutely breathtaking standing there at the altar. Hair, she's only ever seen pulled back into a braid, cascades down in loose waves around the woman's shoulders. The dress can only be described as a vintage masterpiece of lace and silken cream-white fabric. A colour that is amplified by the sunset. A pang of something Haley can't quite pin down twinges in her chest at the sight of the Farmer's broad smile, the happiest woman on earth knowing that she would be marrying the love of her life today. Jealousy, maybe that was it. Or perhaps yearning? Did Haley want to be up there instead of the Farmer? The longer that she thought about it, the more muddy the emotion became until she pissed herself off, digging fingers into the wound of her foul mood over everything else that's been dragging on.
Music begins to float over a modest assembly of people gathered for the wedding in the town's square, and Haley shifts slightly in her seat to see over those gathered to see when Shane would walk up the aisle to join his glowing, blushing bride. Suddenly, a flash of light catches off a piece of glass and reflects right into Haley's eyes, making her flinch. Blinking with an acidic glare, the woman turns toward where the flash had come from to see.
Shane?
Lounging there in the last row of uncomfortable plastic chairs the dark haired man watches with baleful eyes. The light caught a silver flask that Haley remembers the Farmer gifting him on their first anniversary; she'd made a big deal of it at the bar, presenting him with the monogrammed object. Shock registers distantly as the gears which had stalled out at the sight of the man sitting there instead of walking up to the altar begin to turn once more in a haltingly slow rhythm. So if Shane is there, then who is the Farmer-?
Harvey is nearly incandescent as he walks up the blue carpet runner that constitutes the aisle. Haley can't think of a time when she's seen the doctor look so happy, and it's only mirrored and exceeded by the expression on the Farmer's face as they meet one another's eyes across the closing space between them. Soon they're standing together and the priest begins the long winded affirmation of love, health, and prosperity. Vows traded, kisses met, rice thrown, cheers echo around the square. Haley can only stand there, in a vague sense of disbelief, wondering if the Farmer's marriage to Harvey means that Shane is now almost painfully single.
A part of Haley feels like she shouldn't take advantage of this opportunity to get a little action and quash a fantasy. But, honestly, how many times does life simply hand you a chance like this tied up so neatly in a bow?
Festivities pick up in the aftermath of the ceremony, now a warm twilight has sunken over the congregation like the wedding veil the Farmer had thrown back to meet Harvey's lips in their binding kiss. People mill about in loose groups defined along social lines. Alex generally trails after Haley like a kicked dog trying to earn back its master's favour, while all she can think about is what would be the smoothest way to gain Shane's attention tonight. A clot of people sway with one another on a makeshift dance floor, and Nancy takes up vigilance near the long banquet table that sags under the weight of food and drink bowls.
"Hey, have you been avoiding me?" Alex's voice reaches over Haley's shoulder to tug at the woman's attention. Standing there in a suit that looks like he'd outgrown it last summer, the man wears a crease in his brow that usually would instil some kind of sympathy in Haley at some point when she'd still found him endearing and less like a stain she couldn't seem to get out of her favourite shirt.
"I've been busy, Alex. Haven't you been busy too training for the gridball tryouts in Zuzu. I'm sure you're drowning in other women fawning over you and all your muscles." Haley sounds less irritated than she wants, instead it comes off as almost insecure. Alex, for his part, looks sufficiently hurt at the comment.
"Haley, no, I thought we were…" He has a moment of silence, eyes glancing over the woman's shoulder to something in the distance. Turning to see what he could possibly be distracted by, Haley instead catches him glancing at the wedding arches. Did he truly? This, more than his borderline obsessive behaviour while she's been trying to make space to deal with her own death spiral, is what raises the blonde's temper.
"As if." She huffs, turning back to Alex with a flat, dispassionate scowl. These two words are as effective as throwing a brick through a stained glass window, wholly shattering any chance he'd had with her in two succinct syllables.
Mood now wholly soured, a few words are used to excuse herself from the party to go home for just a minute. Utilising this short time to wriggle out of her panties, they get caught on Haley's ankle and make her hop awkwardly, stumbling out of the fabric before cursing quietly and flicking them into the laundry basket. That conversation with Alex had put her on the wrong foot for this evening, somehow whipping the underlying flames of dozing desire into life once again. How had an argument made her even hornier? That felt like something that should be discussed with a professional, but also felt like something a bunch of people were into, right? Haley had the general expectations of herself being relatively vanilla, all things considered. But over the last handful of weeks, she's begun to unravel some unexpected tastes from those dark, little, ignored corners of her mind.
Looking at herself in the bathroom mirror, Haley smooths her hands down over the breezy linen dress she'd chosen to wear. Its blush pink hue was perfect for a sunset wedding, but now, after this evening, ideally it would look exceptional tossed on the floor, or pushed up around her breasts, ideally by Shane's own hand. Good lord, how had she gotten here? How had that weird, sad, drunk been the fixation of every nighttime fantasy? Did all it take was seeing his muscles and hearing his voice in the heat of the moment? If that was the case, why wasn't Alex doing the same thing? She had seen him sweaty and heard his voice pitched low and raspy with pleasure more than a handful of times, but somehow it cooled the fire in Haley rather than stoking it.
Less psychoanalysing, more getting her pussy eaten.
Rejoining the festivities outside smoothly enough, she falls into easy conversation with Maru and Sebastian. Alex had dematerialised at some point, which suited Haley just fine. Though she is privy to the tense moment between Harvey and Shane as the two clasp hands in a friendly enough handshake of congratulations just before Shane fixes a downright wounded look on the Farmer before he trains it back into something like a sad but happy smile. After that particular encounter, he falls into drinking, mingling, and standing near the banquet table with Nancy. Haley wants her walk up to him to be as casual as possible, so hesitation stays her feet from carrying her over there to talk with the dark haired man as he seems to simply dissolve into his flask, refill it from the punch bowl, then continue down the path to true inebriation.
At some point, when the fireflies have begun to shine brighter than the slowly dimming street lamps, those still left in the town square finally wander home. It's around this time that Haley also realises that she's lost sight of Shane. During the long conversations with Maru about their new kitten, Shane snuck off home. Cursing colourfully in her head, Haley finally yawns exaggeratedly, and the action is mirrored by both Maru and Sebastian as they both make their half-mumbled polite goodbyes and depart. Having blown tonight's chance, the blonde walks home defeated. At least now knowing that Shane is free as a bird, there might be other opportunities. Maybe ones that she could be more put together about.
With Emily being four states away, visiting her aunt, Haley had the entire house to herself. However, this also meant that she had to keep the front door locked, not that Pelican Town was bursting at the seams with crime, but it never hurt to be safe. Standing there fumbling with the keys, Haley grumbles under her breath, squinting in that low orange light from a nearby street light. The porch light had been needing replacement for a week now, but it seems like every time she went to Pierre's, they were out of a wattage that made any sense for a porch light.
"Hey," Haley glances up, startled, to find Shane standing at a polite distance away. His shoulders were slightly sagged, but other than that, he didn't seem to sway on his feet or have any real signs of inebriation. He could really hold his alcohol, it's nearly impressive if it wasn't vaguely sad. Nobody who liked themselves drank like that. There, Haley goes psychoanalysing for the second time tonight.
He looks like one of those heartbroken ghosts from the stories that Emily likes to read, haunting the edges of the yellow pool of light cast by the street lamp. Realising now she hadn't responded, Haley clears her throat quietly before turning to face him.
"Hey," voice still coming out quietly as she watches him scruff a hand across the back of his neck. Haley tries without any real conviction to ignore the way that fabric stretches over his bicep. Yoba, did she actually have the strength to say anything about these cravings she's been having? Hey Shane, I've been fantasising about the heat of your mouth between my thighs to the point I can't even get off to any other fantasy that doesn't star you. Hey Shane, I've wanted to know exactly what you look like underneath me as I ride you into the floor of my living room. Hey Shane, I want the reason my jaw aches, and I have rug burns on my knees to be because of you.
Haley feels her face darken with a flush at all these thoughts jostling one another as he approaches, pulling something out of his pocket as the distance between them closes to just an arm's length. This close, he smells like whiskey and a deep spicy note of some cologne that feels like the dying embers of a bonfire drawing fingers across Haley's skin like a teasing lover. Now is a perfect time to remember that she isn't wearing underwear. He holds a slim object out to her, and with an uncomfortable prickling tidal wave of embarrassment, Haley realises it's her phone, the same one she'd dropped in the forest. She remembers going back to that spot the day after the incident and being totally heartbroken that the device was gone. Only to be presented with it now.
"This yours?" Shane raises an eyebrow, watching her closely. Reaching for it without responding, he pulls it back with a quick click of his tongue. Leaning closer, his dark eyes burn into Haley's very soul.
"Y'know, it's rude to watch people." Haley feels like dying, his comment not only lighting up every nerve with shame, but something about the way his voice is pitched low, almost dangerous, seems to drag across the woman's skin and settle in the pit of her stomach. A long, tense silence stretches out between them.
Haley's hands shoot out to fist in the front of Shane's suit, wrenching him forward as she finds his mouth in a kiss. A quiet, surprised grunt punches free from the man, but for his credit, he doesn't miss a beat before he returns the kiss with equal hunger. Lith lines of Haley's body mould to the broad warmth of his chest as an arm encircles her waist, pulling them flush. Phone forgotten, it clatters to the sidewalk, immediately pulling Haley back to the moment and twisting to try and see where it landed.
"God dammit, Shane, my phone." She hisses before being cut off with a short, irritated grunt as a hand comes up and grabs Haley's jaw to bring her face back to his.
"Shut up." A sharp throb between her thighs that nearly makes her moan against Shane's lips has Haley meeting his kiss eagerly, stubble prickling her cheeks as he devours her. Using that grip on his suit to walk them back to the still closed front door, Haley's hands slither beneath the lapels of his jacket to dig sharp manicured nails into that thin fabric of his dress shirt. Groaning deep in his chest at the sting, he reaches around past her hips to turn the keys in the lock where they'd been left. Once opened, they stumble into Haley's house, Shane throwing keys somewhere unimportant with a muted jangle while the door is slammed behind them.
Darkness envelops the pair as they awkwardly stumble into the living room, hands and lips refusing to part, heavy ragged breathing punctuates the relatively quiet gloom. A nightlight plugged over the kitchen sink gives vague form to several squat forms of furniture lingering in the shadows. Hands rake into Shane's hair as he presses further into the kiss, tongue licking into Haley's mouth with a hunger that has her wanting to feel it all across her body. Hips nudging forward with a want for more friction between them, she gasps as Shane shoves his thigh between hers, giving her something solid to grind against. A rough hand kneads the muscle of her backside before squeezing harsh enough to earn a whine.
Dizzy with lack of oxygen and the heat between them, their kiss finally pulls apart. There in the relative secrecy of the darkness, they look at one another with half-lidded lust-drunk eyes, pausing.
"We shouldn't do this", Shane mumbles, the warmth of his breath fanning over Haley's jaw, making her want to kiss him again.
"Why not?" This genuinely makes him stop for a second to stare at her, disbelief etching itself on his face as he tries to determine if she's joking. A quiet scoff passes the man's lips as he raises an eyebrow, almost teasing.
"Don't you think I'm, how did you put it, super fucking gross?" He grins, and Haley can feel herself bristle and blush in the same moment. Of course, this bastard would be needling her with this at a time like this, though she did indeed say that on multiple occasions. However, in the span of the last few weeks, a real change of heart had occurred. Haley isn't entirely sure what that says about herself, but she isn't about to split hairs when grinding casually against his thigh.
"Fuck you, Shane."
"Mm, sounds like you want to." Lips finding the curve of her neck, Haley tightens that anchoring grip in his hair in a pointed response, earning a muffled sound that sets her blood aflame. Teeth skipping along the pulse racing in her throat, Shane hums with the ghost of a smile that Haley feels more than sees. His sudden confidence has Haley squirming ineffectively in his hands, wanting to kiss him again and sink her teeth into his lower lip to taste his bravado.
"So how many times have you replayed what you saw that night in your head?" He asks, voice like a roll of thunder across Haley's flesh, rising goosebumps head to toe. "Dirty. Who knew the town snob is a filthy voyeur. Could you imagine if everyone in town found that out?" Those words should make her angry, the tone he uses is like the lick of a whip across her bare back, the sting accompanied by a marrow deep warmth that will certainly scar. Nobody talked to her like this; she didn't let them, though in this moment, she couldn't think of anything she wanted more than the continuation of his accusations.
"Let me guess, you've imagined yourself in her place? I wonder if you'd taste as sweet, probably sweeter if appearances are anything." Fingers skim slowly along that trembling length of Haley's thigh nestled against his, teasing up the soft hem of her dress, going further and further up until they meet the inferno at the apex. There's a singular moment that stretches into infinity as Shane's rough fingertips graze through those downy soft blonde curls that crown her cunt, Haley holding statue still even if every muscle screams to push into the touch. Reaching up, Shane twists his other hand in Haley's long hair and pulls her head back so he can look down at her as those thick fingers slide through her folds with unabashed purpose. An unchecked moan tumbles free as Haley's neck gives a twinge of pain at the angle it's pulled back at, that ache completely decimated by the lightning storm of pleasure that rips through every nerve.
"Now what kind of whore wears no panties to someone's wedding? What exactly were you imagining was going to happen tonight, if I were the one who had married her? Were you going to try and make a cheater out of me? Maybe you had an idea of a threesome? Maybe you wanted to watch again, hm?" Shane draws slow circles over Haley's clit, her quiet broken noises at the sheer intensity of his focus fill the living room as the man gives no quarter. A ruffled, angry part of her wants to object to being called a whore, she didn't want to watch, she wanted to be in the Farmer's place.
There's an explosion of realisation: since that night, Haley had been seething with jealousy. Frustration, sure, more than enough of it to make her into this desperate, trembling mess from just his hands, but the foundation of how intense that frustration grew is envy that the Farmer had someone like Shane. That aloof kind of obsession that he had with the Farmer was something that Haley wanted. Not the fauning stricken puppy devotion that boys like Alex and even Sebastian had always given her at one point, no. No, Haley wanted that raw, almost animal kind of hunger that snapped at the bars of its enclosure whenever they got too close to one another. Every princess needed to be called a slut from time to time.
"Aren't you so lucky, how things turned out? And aren't I lucky you're such a dirty girl." Shane's husky voice pulls Haley out of her revelation and back into the chaotic inferno of desire burning up the woman's insides. Sliding his touch lazily around Haley's entrance before backing off leaves her knees weak and shaking. If it weren't for his thigh still mostly holding her up, she'd likely be collapsed on the floor. Gaze slowly losing focus as she savours the feeling of Shane's hands, Haley is yanked back to the moment as he tightens his grip in her hair until it hurts. Hissing soft curses at him as he presses the pad of his index finger directly to the throbbing bundle of nerves he'd been abusing and ceases all movement, that pressure alone making every thought fizzle into nothingness.
"Let's agree on something, we do this tonight, and then don't speak of it again. I need a rebound, and you want someone to eat this pussy, win-win scenario." Haley weakly nods in agreement and Shane gives her head a little shake with how hard he's gripping her hair. "Say it out loud, Haley."
"Yes, yeah, tonight only, just… Shane, please." Maybe later she'd be ashamed for how quick she is to beg, for now though it's not even a ghost of a thought in the woman's mind as he slides his bare ring finger deep into her aching cunt. Easing it in and out in an easy rhythm that pulls Haley's mind apart at the seams, she needs him to be rough with her, throw her down, and just take it from her like an animal. To think she cringes at the idea of being sweaty at any other time than now.
One finger becomes two as Shane fucks her casually while sucking hickies into the blonde's neck, teeth leaving blooms of purple and blue that would undoubtedly be there for the next handful of days. Tomorrow she'll be cursing at the bruising, but it's nothing some concealer and dedication can't cover up. At least their presence will let her know that tonight isn't just another wet dream she'll wake up from tomorrow aching, sweaty, and ultimately unfulfilled in her bed. Pressed as close as they are, there isn't as much space as she'd like for her to ride his fingers, but Haley still rocks back into the thrust of them as best as she can. A stiff shiver runs down Shane's spine as Haley's own thigh firmly brushes against the bulge in the front of his suit trousers. Momentarily, the fantasy of riding his face is replaced by something else she could ride.
"Seems like you're getting just as much out of this as I am." Tone sultry as she grinds against him again, half-lidded eyes watching Shane's face for a reaction. A muscle feather's in his jaw as he curls those thick fingers within Haley to press against a spot that has her gasping. Sparks shimmer under the blonde's skin while her spine curls and forehead slots into the curve of Shane's neck, open mouthed panting as if she'd just gotten finished running a marathon. With his free hand abandoning Haley's hair, Shane lets it migrate only marginally south to grasp around the nape of her neck, squeezing with encouragement.
"I could get a whole lot more out of it if we stopped doing this little dance and got to what we both want." He comments in a nearly casual tone, as if he were discussing the weather and not fucking her senseless. Head swimming as it's lifted from his shoulder, Haley pushes hands beneath the lapels of his suit jacket that's been rumpled thoroughly by the woman's greedy touch thusfar. Now it's shoved out of the way so buttons can be fiddled with by trembling hands that want to score his skin with lines from freshly manicured nails. Haley craves leaving her own marks on Shane's body, hickies, scratches, evidence that will persist even if they wipe tonight's activities from their minds.
With a monumental reluctance Shane removes his fingers from between Haley's thighs and assissts in shedding just enough clothing to give them uninterrupted access to one another's skin, his suit jacket getting shucked off and Haley's dress reducing to a puddle of fabric at the woman's feet. He's pale in the dim light from the kitchen nightlight, his body not super model toned by any means, but functionally strong in a way that tells Haley that he could throw her around with ease. Thick muscles padded by a lifestyle that was entirely ran off alcohol and whatever food Gus was cooking over at the saloon to give Shane a kind of softness that hid what he was capable of. Haley kneads the warm swell of his chest, smoothing the touch up toward shoulders that tense beneath the sudden scruity of his body. An emotion akin to embarrasment flickers across Shane's face, so quickly that Haley nearly misses it. This entire sitationship wasn't going to progress past tonight, so she bites her tongue against voicing the fact she craves a man with some meat on his bones.
Kissing Shane again, Haley breathlessly murmurs against his lips as her wine colored nails gently score down his chest.
"Lay down." Blinking as if dazed by the order he turns to glance around at the floor before spotting a wild colored textile rug that Emily had made a few summers ago to capture the spirit of the season or some nonsense like that. Haley had only been thinking that it looked a bit tacky when first laid out in the living room, but the longer it's stayed there the more she thought about asking Emily to make her one for her bedroom.
Doing as he's told, Shane slowly lowers to his knees, lavishing kisses along Haley's body as he sinks to the ground. Cold in his sudden absence, the woman looks down at where he makes himself comfortable on his back, one arm casually folded beneath his head so he can look up at her the bunched curve of his bicep sending a shiver down her spine. Stepping forward, relishing in the way his eyes never leave her, Haley plants one foot on the other side of Shane's body so when she finally settles down on his body she's straddling him.
Stomach trembling as she kneels over Shane's upper chest like a supplicant at some forbidden altar, Haley swallows thickly in an attempt to smother some of the anticipation that's quickly becoming unbearable. This entire situation is now suddenly ripped from fantasies and woven into an unignorable reality reinforced in every point of contact their bodies share. Hands smooth up taught muscles of Haley's thighs, thumbs massaging as he reverently touches her, those dark eyes drinking in the way she shivers and sighs just the first syllable of his name before it dissolves into a quiet moan. For all the rushed fervour of their actions up to this moment, Shane savours this slowing of pace, simply soaking in the welcome weight of Haley is on top of him. Haley, for her part, is completely lost in the drag of callouses and the slow ebb and flow of heat across the inside of her thights that came from each breath of the man beneath her.
Haloed by the dim light pooling across the living room carpet from that feeble nightlight in the kitchen, Shane gazes up at Haley as if she were a fine feast presented to a starving man. In the casual exploration of her body, Shane wanting so badly to burn this moment into his mind forever, a finger brushes past her silver belly button piercing. Haley can feel more than hear the quiet chuckle that rumbles through Shane as he draws a lazy circle around the jewelery. Eyes half opening so she can look back down at him, Haley is met with a half grin of a cat who's got it's cream. He's exactly where he wants to be.
"Cute, I bet Alex likes this." He comments, and Haley can't help a frown twist her mouth as hands come up to card through those long strands of blonde hair, brushing it over her shoulder so she can look down at Shane unobstructed.
"Don't talk about him." It's a plain request, but a cutting undertone immediately hooks Shane's interest. Eyebrow raising, an expression that shouldn't look so conceited framed by the woman's thighs, the dark haired man's smile grows by several watts.
"Oh, you two break up or something? Suddenly, your interest in me makes a whole lot more sense, princess." That nickname makes Haley's stomach twist with desire, her core clenching and immediately drawing Shane's attention back down to what he's really here for.
"Bet he never got on his back for you like this, he probably let you boss him around and just rolled over like a good dog. Never gave you any push back." Haley's temper mixes like an accelerant with the pleasure in her system, pushing it to overdrive as Shane's hands knead into the plush curve of her backside, fingers insistent enough with their grip that it's sure to bruise.
"I said shut up, Shane." Voice now having the full bite that Haley intends, it doesn't diminish the wolfish expression on his face as he grins up at her with a sense of superiority, knowing full well that he's correct. Gritting her teeth, Haley scoffs with genuine venom as she shoves a hand into his hair and grips it hard, holding Shane's head in place as she shoves her pussy against his smart mouth. Nails bite into Haley's flesh, but he doesn't miss a single beat before he's using that grip to pull Haley closer, practically smothering himself between her thighs.
Twisting hips on Shane's face, Haley groans, head tipping back as eyes close in bliss.
"Yes, is that what you want to hear, you bastard? Alex is a pushover, and I want someone to put me in my place, but who knows their own is beneath me. Now shut up and eat." Shane didn't need to be told twice. Tongue flicking out to tease her, he nearly purrs, the sound vibrating against her core. Content with not having the last word if it meant he could taste her, Shane sets to work with the enthusiasm of someone licking a plate clean of a fine meal. Nose pressed against the aching throb of her clit, his tongue takes its time in exploring every inch of Haley's pussy to find all those little angles and spots that made her legs quake where they were squeezing against his ears. Thumbs rubbing just beneath the blonde's hip bone, Shane is rewarded with a sharp gasp as his effort is rewarded. He'd found out from the Farmer that there was some nerve ending there that, when given just enough pressure, it was like sending lightning through her legs. Seems it is a universal trick.
Scalp tingling from how hard Haley's fingers are gripping his hair, there's a single half formed thought about her yanking enough out to have a bald spot. He would laugh at that if he weren't otherwise preoccupied. Licking deep into the warmth of her, Shane opens his jaw just a bit wider to achieve a different angle of attack, and the difference is monumental as Haley's cry fills the dark living room. Stubble chafing against the insides of her thighs, it's just another sensation in the tidal wave of what she was already drowning in. Breath coming in short urgent gasps as he anchors her more firmly against the assault of his mouth, Haley's hips grind ineffectively back against every lick and tease of his tongue and that mind shatteringly persistant pressure of his nose against her clit. More. She needed more.
As if reading the intention in her movements, Shane tips his head back just enough so he can press his slick mouth against that maddeningly sensitive bundle of nerves and give it a chaste kiss that nearly has Haley screaming in frustration. That is, before he wraps his lips around it and sucks. Pressure and kitten flicks of his tongue against the flesh have the woman's entire world unravelling as she nearly falls forward. Hands bracing just above Shane's head as nails dig hard into the multi-colored rug they're writhing on, she feels tears prick at the edges of her eyes at the intensity of it. Far past being able to use words at this point, weeks of edging and fraying every nerve with her inability to get off now culminate in one blindingly bright supernova of a climax that has Haley's chest seizing as pleasure tears its way up through her body. Every muscle locks, trembling as her climax claws its way up from the point where Shane still sucks and licks as if it were his sole mission in life to get her off.
Curling into herself as wave after wave continue into the point of overstimulation, Haley whimpers, wanting to pull her hips off his face but not wanting the sensation to stop. At last, he taps the side of her thigh as if to signal that he was actually beginning to suffocate. Once hands are released from where they'd been vice locked around Haley's hip bones to hold her in place for the ride of a lifetime, the woman bonelessly flops off of Shane, who immediately sucks in a rattling breath.
For a long moment, they both lay there on the floor staring up at the soft night gloom that paints the ceiling in shades of grey and yellow from the street lamp outside and the nightlight in the kitchen.
"That was…"
"Incredible." Haley finishes hoarsely with a slight nod, picking her head up just enough to glance over at where Shane was still, almost in a daze, noting the glisten of wetness across the lower portion of his face and even his neck. Good Yoba, she had practically drowned him, and from his expression, it had been everything he'd wanted. From where she is, Haley also notices the substantial tent in his suit pants that hadn't flagged a bit. Body seeming to hum back to life at the sight, the woman shifts closer to Shane before a finger traces along the soft hair just above his beltline. That certainly got his attention. Head lifting to watch a tiny huff of laughter leaves him as she pulls his pants open and pushes his boxers down just enough to free him.
"More, huh?" Haley doesn't answer, instead stroking him slowly from root to tip, squeezing ever so slightly at the top of her motion and watching as all that cockiness shatters into a low groan. Arm thrown over his face, Shane gasps against his own bicep as she smears precum along his thick shaft. Throaty, desperate little noises wash over Haley as she takes her time with him, soaking up every noise and filing them away for later. He was so vocal, so reactive, so handsome like this.
"Wh-" Is all that Shane can get out before Haley is swinging her leg over his hips before using the grip she'd had on his cock to line them both up so she can ease herself down onto him. A choked sound punches out of Shane's chest as, inch by inch, he sinks into Haley, who tightens around the stretch and has his mind fracturing along every fault line. Hands press into his chest to give stability as Haley experimentally rocks her hips while he's entirely seated inside of her, walls easing and tensing at the fullness. Shane, for his part, doesn't know which way is up while lying there on the floor. For all the times that he and Farmer had fooled around, he had actually never fucked her. He hadn't had action like this in years. What a way to end a day, watching the love of his life get married off to someone else.
Setting a slow pace, which is more spawned from the fact that Haley's legs still felt like half-set Jell-O, the woman digs her nails into the man's chest and basks in every little noise he makes. He tries to buck up into her, but Haley sits down firmly on him in warning every time, a silent command to lie there and let her ride. After the second time, he stops trying to take command of the pace and instead hides back in the crook of his arm again, mouth wet and open, with quiet gasps for air and half-broken curses.
Another orgasm rises like a bubbling pot, less mean than the last one that had been weeks in the making, Haley quickens the motion of her hips enough to chase down that sunshine bright burst of pleasure.
"Haley… Haley I'm- fuck" Shane grits his teeth, and she takes a few more quick thrusts before pulling off of him completely. Thighs shaking as her climax rushes up through her, Haley watches as Shane's back bows, cumming across his own stomach with a sharp gasp before collapsing against the rug again. This time, when her body bonelessly gives away, she's laid on the heaving broadness of Shane's chest. Their combined warmth is nearly too much in the moment, but quickly ebbs into comforting in the afterglow.
Hand gliding along the curve of her spine as they lay there catching their breath, Shane swallows around the dryness of his mouth after raggedly breathing for that long.
"You sure you just want to have tonight? Or could I come back next weekend?" From where her head is laid against his shoulder, Haley snorts softly.
"I actually don't think I'm doing anything next weekend."