#finally dawn

the italian sun was merciless that summer.

the sun beat down mercilessly on the sprawling set outside, where hundreds of crew members worked to bring an ancient egyptian empire back to life. 

you had been on location for three weeks already, filming what the studio was calling the biggest blockbuster of the decade. 

massive sets, thousands of extras, and enough gold paint to blind someone.

and then there was sean lockwood.

he was lounging in one of the shaded actor chairs like he owned the entire production, legs stretched out, script barely touched on his lap. 

to everyone else on set; directors, crew, even the other lead actors, sean was the same effortlessly cool, slightly cocky guy he always played. 

laid-back to the point of almost not caring.

quick with sarcastic comments even if he was a really good actor.

and never one to take anything too seriously.

but with you? it was different.

the moment you walked out of your trailer in full costume; linen robes, intricate gold jewelry, and your wig, sean’s eyes found you instantly. 

he sat up straighter with a small genuine smile tugging at his lips as he watched you approach.

“here she is,” he said with a warm voice, only for you. “finally. i was starting to think they’d stolen my co-star.”

you rolled your eyes, but couldn’t hide your smile as you dropped into the chair beside him. 

“missed me that much in two hours?”

sean leaned closer, his shoulder brushing yours. 

“you have no idea.” his tone was teasing, but there was something heavier underneath it.

something that had been growing for months now. 

an obsession he hid behind friendship and playful banter. 

in the distance, a new group of extras was being herded toward the set by the assistant directors. 

among them, a girl with striking features; mimosa, stood quietly, looking a little nervous but excited to be part of the massive production. she was hired by josephine’s petition.

or that’s what you heard.

sean barely spared them a glance. his attention stayed fixed on you, like it always did.

after the director called cut on the long intense scene, the entire set exhaled in relief. 

the heat was brutal, and everyone was exhausted. you let out a long breath, wiping the sweat from your brow as the crew began resetting for the next shot.

the heavy linen and gold jewelry of your costume felt suffocating in the heat. you were about to reach for a water bottle when Sean approached you, his steps confident but unhurried.

he stopped right in front of you, closer than strictly professional, and gave you that soft, crooked smile he only seemed to reserve for you.

“you were incredible,” he said, his voice was low and warm, meant only for your ears. “seriously. amazing.”

his praise made your chest feel warm despite the exhaustion. he kissed your cheek, and before you could respond, your gaze drifted past his shoulder.

mimosa was standing a short distance away, half-hidden behind some equipment. 

she was staring directly at sean. 

her expression was intense, almost longing, and even from where you stood you could see her eyes glistening with unshed tears. 

one tear finally escaped, rolling slowly down her cheek before she quickly wiped it away with the back of her hand. 

still, she didn’t stop watching him.

a sharp, unpleasant feeling twisted in your stomach. 

you didn’t like it. 

not the way she looked at him, and not the quiet discomfort it stirred in you. 

but you said nothing. you simply forced your attention back to sean, who was still looking at you with that soft, focused expression, completely unaware or unbothered; by mimosa’s gaze.

the dressing room was full of noise and movement. 

some girls, extras and minor cast members, were chatting animatedly while changing out of their costumes. 

laughter and gossip filled the air as they helped each other with zippers and talked about the long day of filming.

you stood in front of the clothing rack, freshly out of your heavy egyptian costume, wrapped in a silk robe. 

you pulled out a few dresses, holding them up one by one, but none of them felt right.

“i don’t know…” you murmured, frowning at a deep green gown. “this one feels too formal. and this one… maybe too simple?”

mimosa, who was still struggling with her own costume nearby, glanced over. 

a couple of the other girls noticed your hesitation and came closer, offering their opinions with excitement.

“that silver one would look amazing on you,” one of them suggested.

then the dinner with rufus, josephine, and the others was elegant but exhausting.

full of polite conversation, studio politics, and too many glasses of expensive wine. 

you smiled and played your part well, sitting beside sean, who kept stealing glances at you throughout the night.

after dinner, the group moved to an exclusive club in the city for drinks. the music was loud, the lights low, and the atmosphere much more relaxed.

josephine had taken mimosa under her wing. when they arrived at the club, josephine introduced her to everyone with a bright, theatrical smile.

“this is sandy,” she announced, gesturing to mimosa. “my new favorite discovery. isn’t she stunning?”

mimosa; now apparently going by “sandy” smiled shyly and nodded along, though she looked a little overwhelmed.

after a while, the conversation grew louder and more business-oriented. sean quickly grew bored. 

he leaned toward you, his lips brushing against your ear as he murmured.

‘’i need some air. coming?”

you didn’t hesitate. 

you excused yourself politely and followed him outside to a quiet terrace at the back of the club. 

the night air was cooler, a welcome relief after the stuffy atmosphere inside.

sean pulled a pack of cigarettes from his suit, lit one, and took a slow drag. 

after a moment, he offered it to you. 

you took it from his fingers, your lips brushing the same spot where his had been, and inhaled deeply. 

you passed it back and forth between you in comfortable silence for a few moments, the smoke curling up into the night sky.

sean leaned against the railing, watching you with that lazy, intense look he always saved for you.

“you looked bored in there too,” he said, a small smirk playing on his lips. 

he took another drag before handing the cigarette back to you. 

“or were you just looking for an excuse to follow me?” you smiled, exhaling the smoke slowly as you stepped a little closer to him.

“maybe i just wanted some fresh air,” you replied teasingly, your voice soft. “or maybe i just like being alone with you.”

sean’s smirk deepened. 

he took the cigarette from your fingers, but instead of smoking it, he kept it between his fingers while his other hand lightly brushed a strand of hair away from your face.

‘’you know… you’re really dangerous when you play along like that,’’ he murmured while his eyes dropped to your lips for a second. ‘’makes me–’’

the air between you felt thick, charged with something neither of you wanted to name.

sean’s hand slowly moved to rest on your waist, his thumb tracing small circles over the fabric of your dress.

before you could reply, the terrace door opened.

mimosa, or sandy, stepped outside, looking flustered. 

the moment her eyes landed on sean, her cheeks flushed and became visibly nervous, fidgeting with the hem or her dress.

‘’um… sorry to interrupt,’’ she said, her voice shaky as he glanced quickly at sean and then away, clearly intimidated. ‘’josephine is asking for you inside. she wants you to ask you something.’’

you looked at her confused.

‘’looking for who? for sean…?’’ you asked.

‘’no. for you.’’ you nodded, trying to hide your disappointment.

‘’thanks, mimosa. i’ll be right there.’’

sean’s hand lingered on your waist for a second longer, reluctant to let go. his fingers gave you one last gentle squeeze before he finally released you.

“go ahead,” he said quietly, his voice still low and intimate. “i’ll stay out here a little longer.”

you gave him a small smile and turned back inside. as you walked away, you could feel sean’s eyes on your back the entire time.

inside the club, josephine immediately waved you over to her table with a bright smile. 

she was sitting with a tall, handsome young actor; one of the rising stars in the supporting cast.

“darling, come here!” josephine called. “i want you to meet him. he’s been dying to talk to you.”

the guy stood up with a charming grin and shook your hand. 

he was smooth, confident, and clearly interested. 

the two of you started chatting easily while drinking cocktails. he complimented your performance on set, made you laugh with funny stories from previous films, and leaned in closer every time he spoke. 

the flirting was light but noticeable.

lingering eye contact, playful teasing, and the occasional touch on your arm.

“you were mesmerizing today on set,” he said, leaning in closer, his arm resting on the back of your chair. “the way you move in front of the camera… it’s almost unfair to the rest of us.”

you smiled, taking a sip of your drink. 

“flattery already? we’ve only just met.”

he chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours. 

he shifted even closer, his knee brushing against yours.

“i'm just being honest,” he replied with a low voice. “though I have to admit… i’ve been looking forward to this dinner mostly because i knew you’d be here.”

you raised an eyebrow, amused. 

“careful. someone might think you’re trying to charm me.”

“is it working?” he asked with a playful smirk, his fingers lightly tracing the back of your hand. “because i can keep going. tell me more about you. what does a woman like you do when she’s not ruling ancient egypt on screen?”

you laughed softly, leaning in a little closer as well, your shoulders nearly touching. 

“i try to survive the italian heat and avoid dramatic co-stars.”

he grinned, his face now very close to yours. 

“well, if you ever need someone to help you survive… i’m excellent company. especially at night.”

you were enjoying the attention when sean finally walked back into the club. his eyes scanned the room until they landed on you and that boy. 

his expression changed instantly.

his jaw tightened, and a dark look crossed his face.

“want to dance?” he asked, voice smooth.

mimosa looked stunned, her cheeks flushing deep red. 

“m-me? oh… sure,” she stammered, clearly nervous but excited.

sean took her hand and led her onto the dance floor. he pulled her close.

not too scandalous, but close enough. 

one hand rested on her waist while the other held hers. 

as they moved to the music, he leaned down slightly to speak near her ear, flirting subtly.

“you look beautiful tonight,” he murmured, giving her one of his famous half-smiles. “josephine was right… you really stand out.”

mimosa looked like she might faint. 

she smiled shyly, clearly affected by his attention, while sean kept glancing over her shoulder toward you and the boy, his jaw still clenched.

you noticed.

you took a long sip of your drink, then another. 

the alcohol burned down your throat as you watched them. 

the way sean was holding mimosa, the way he leaned in close to her ear… it made something unpleasant twist in your chest. 

when you saw him tilt his head slightly, his face inching dangerously close to hers as if he was about to kiss her, you’d had enough.

you stood up abruptly, muttering a quick excuse to the guy you didn’t even know his name, and walked away without looking back.

sean noticed immediately. he pulled back from mimosa right before their lips could meet.

“sorry, sandy,” he said quickly, flashing her a brief, charming smile. “i have to go. we’ll dance later, yeah?”

he didn’t wait for her answer. 

he left her standing in the middle of the dance floor, looking confused and disappointed, and went after you.

you pushed through the crowd, the alcohol and irritation making your head spin. 

you needed a moment away from everything. you slipped into a side room that had been turned into a private lounge.

the moment you entered, the atmosphere shifted. 

the lights were dimmer, the music muffled. 

a small group of people were gathered around a glass table. white lines were neatly arranged in a silver plate, and a couple of them were already leaning down, taking hits.

you froze for a second. not because you weren’t used to cocaine.

because you just didn’t expect that.

before you could even process it or turn around, sean entered right behind you, closing the door. he scanned the room quickly, his jaw still tight from what he’d seen outside.

one of the guys at the table looked up and grinned. “lockwood! come join us, man.”

sean walked further into the room, acting completely casual. he greeted a couple of the guys with a nod and a quick handshake.

“hey, you got any left?” sean asked, his voice relaxed, as if this was completely normal. “i could use a line.”

you turned to look at him, eyes wide with surprise and irritation. 

you opened your mouth to ask what the hell he was doing, but he was already focused on the table, waiting for someone to offer him the cocaine.

one of the guys passed him a rolled-up bill. 

sean leaned down without hesitation, inhaled a clean, sharp line in one smooth motion, and straightened up, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand. 

almost immediately, his eyes looked brighter, his movements more confident.

he turned toward you, ignoring the tension between you two like it didn’t exist. 

he stepped close, one hand sliding around your waist as if you hadn’t just walked away from him on the dance floor.

“come here,” he said casually, voice low and smooth, like nothing had happened. 

he gently pulled you closer to the table. 

“your turn. Inhale. it’ll help you relax.”

you were still annoyed, angry, even, at the way he had danced with mimosa just to get back at you. 

but the mixture of alcohol, jealousy, and the chaotic night made you given in. you let out a frustrated breath and leaned down.

you took the rolled bill from his fingers, inhaled the line quickly, and felt the sharp chemical burn hit. 

almost instantly, a wave of warmth and numbness spread though your body, dulling the irritation just a little.

sean stayed close behind you, his hand resting now on your leg. he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he murmured.

‘’see? feels better already, doesn’t it?’’

you didn’t answer. 

sean turned toward the guy still sitting on the coach.

‘’hey, you got a bag i can take with me?’’ he asked casually.

the guy smirked and tossed him a small plastic baggie. sean caught it easily and slipped it into the suit pocket.

one by one, the others in the room started leaving, saying their goodbyes and heading back to the party.

soon, the door clicked shut, leaving just you and sean alone in the dimly lit lounge.

the silence lasted only a few seconds before you turned into him, arms crossed.

‘’what the hell was that with mimosa before?’’ you asked. ‘’you were practically about to kiss her on the dance floor.’’

sean leaned back against the couch, looking at you with that lazy, arrogant smirk he always wore when he knew he had your attention. 

he didn’t look guilty at all.

“it was nothing,” he said smoothly, shrugging. “she looked nervous. i was just being nice.”

“nice?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow. “you were all over her.”

sean let out a low chuckle. 

he shifted closer to you on the couch, his hand sliding slowly up your thigh, fingers tracing lazy circles over your skin. 

“come on, baby,” he murmured, voice low and coquettish. “you really think i want her? i was just messing with you… making you jealous.” 

his hand moved higher on your leg, slipping under the hem of your dress as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your neck.

“you know i only want you,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear. “even when you’re letting some idiot flirt with you all night.”

his touch was confident and teasing, fingers slowly sliding higher up your thigh under your dress.

you turned your head slightly, meeting his gaze with a small, playful smirk despite still being annoyed.

“oh, so now you’re jealous?” you teased back, your voice low and flirtatious. “that’s cute, sean. i thought you didn’t care.” you said sarcastic.

he let out a soft chuckle, his eyes darkening as he looked at your lips. 

“i care more than you think.”

a heavy silence fell between you. the air felt thick, charged with tension and unspoken desire. 

neither of you moved for a few seconds, just staring at each other.

then sean suddenly cupped the back of your neck with one hand, pulling you in as his other hand stayed firmly on your thigh. 

he kissed you hard.

his lips immediately locked onto your upper lip, sucking it gently before deepening the kiss. 

he tilted his head and slipped his tongue into your mouth, kissing you with slow, hungry strokes. 

the kiss was possessive and intense, his fingers tightening on your nape as he pulled you even closer. 

for a few long seconds, the only sound in the room was your shared breathing and the wet sound of your lips moving together. 

his tongue moved against yours with purpose, claiming your mouth as if he needed to remind you who you belonged to.

when he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. both of you were breathing hard. 

his eyes were dark, pupils dilated, a dangerous mix of cocaine and raw want burning in them.

“i have an idea,” he murmured, voice low and husky.

you swallowed, still dazed from the kiss. 

“what?”

sean didn’t answer right away. instead, he kissed you again.

slower this time. deeper. more teasing. 

his tongue brushed against yours lazily before he pulled back just enough to speak against your lips, his breath hot.

“i want to snort a line off your tits.”

the words hung in the air between you, filthy and bold. 

he watched your reaction carefully, his hand sliding up from your waist to trace the neckline of your elegant champagne dress. 

his fingers brushed over the soft skin just above your breasts, teasing.

“you look so fucking good in this dress,” he continued, his voice dropping even lower, almost a growl. “i’ve been thinking about peeling it off you all night… but this would be even better. let me do it. one line. right here.”

he leaned in and pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the top of your cleavage, then looked up at you with that cocky, charming smirk he knew you couldn’t resist.

“come on, baby,” he whispered, his thumb gently stroking your skin. “let me make you feel good. let me use you a little.”

you hesitated for just a second, heart racing.

‘’okay.”

sean’s smirk widened into a satisfied grin. 

you leaned back against the couch, your body relaxing as he moved over you. he kissed you deeply first, slow and hungry, his tongue sliding against yours as if sealing the deal. 

when he pulled back, his hands moved to the thin straps of your champagne dress. 

he slowly slid them down your shoulders, tugging the fabric lower until your breasts were exposed.

“fuck… look at you,” he murmured, eyes dark with lust.

he reached into his suit pocket and pulled out the small baggie of cocaine. 

with careful, almost reverent movements, he poured a thin, neat line along the curve of your left breast.

he then grabbed a glass of champagne from the table, took a slow sip, and leaned down to kiss you again, passing the cold, bubbly liquid from his mouth into yours. 

you swallowed the small drops, feeling the chill mix with the heat in your body.

sean pulled back slightly, his lips brushing yours.

“careful, baby. don’t move too much.” he whispered.

he kissed you one last time, deep and possessive, before lowering his head to your chest. 

he pressed one nostril shut and inhaled the line in one smooth, sharp motion off your breast. 

a low groan escaped him as he straightened up, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand, eyes half-lidded from the rush.

for a moment he just stared down at you, breathing harder, clearly enjoying the view of your bare tits marked with the faint white residue.

“fuck… that’s perfect,” he murmured, voice rough.Without giving you much time to react, Sean leaned down again. 

he carefully poured a second, slightly thicker line along the curve of your right breast, this time closer to your nipple. 

he took his time, making sure the powder stayed in place.

“stay still for me, baby,” he whispered, one hand firmly holding your waist.

he lowered his head once more. 

this time he took it slower, savoring it. 

he inhaled deeply, the sharp sound of him snorting the cocaine off your soft skin filling the quiet room. 

when he finished, he let out a pleased groan, his breath hot against your chest.

‘’fuck, sean…’’ you said.

instead of pulling away completely, sean stuck his tongue out and began licking the remaining powder from your breasts. 

he dragged his tongue slowly and deliberately over your skin, collecting every last trace. 

he licked across the swell of your tit, circling your nipple with the tip of his tongue before sucking it into his mouth, tasting the bitter chemical mixed with the taste of your skin.

“mmm… you taste so fucking good,” he groaned against your chest, voice muffled. “even better with a little extra.”

he continued licking and sucking lazily, making sure he didn’t miss any residue, his hands squeezing your breasts as he worshipped them with his mouth.

after a few moments, sean lifted his head and kissed you deeply, letting you taste the faint bitterness of the cocaine on his tongue. 

the kiss was slow and messy, his tongue sliding against yours as he groaned into your mouth.

sean moved over you, settling between your legs. he started kissing down your body — first your neck, sucking gently on the sensitive skin, then lower to your collarbones.

his mouth traveled across your chest, kissing and licking your breasts, paying special attention to your nipples. he sucked one into his mouth while his hand massaged the other, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

at the same time, his free hand slowly slid up your thigh, pushing the fabric of your dress higher, fingertips teasing the soft skin dangerously close to your core.

“you’re so fucking perfect,” he murmured against your skin, voice low and rough. “i can’t get enough of you.’’

you reached up, your fingers working on his tie. 

you loosened it and pulled it off his neck, then started unbuttoning his shirt. Sean let out a low chuckle, clearly pleased by your initiative.

sean pulled back just enough to tug your dress down your body. 

with smooth, eager movements, he slid it completely off you, leaving you in nothing but your panties.

he tossed the dress aside and looked down at you with dark, hungry eyes.

‘’lie down, baby,” he ordered softly.

you obeyed, lying back fully on the couch. 

sean reached for the bottle of champagne on the table, poured some into his mouth, and then leaned over you. 

he let the cold liquid spill slowly from his lips onto your stomach, creating a small, glistening pool just above your navel.

“don’t move,” he warned with voice low and commanding. “stay still for me.”

you shivered as the cold champagne hit your warm skin. 

“it’s cold…” you whispered, biting your lip.

sean smirked. 

“good. i like watching you squirm.”

he lowered his head and started kissing down your body, from your breasts to your stomach. 

his tongue traced slow, deliberate paths over your skin, licking up every drop of champagne while keeping his eyes locked on yours the entire time. 

the eye contact was intense and filthy.

“mmm… tastes even better,” he murmured against your stomach, licking lower. “so fucking sweet.”

you let out a soft moan, your hands threading into his already messy hair. 

“sean… fuck…”

he continued kissing lower, his mouth moving teasingly over your lower belly, then even lower. 

he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly pulled them down your legs, tossing them aside.

he settled between your thighs, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along your inner thighs, getting closer and closer to your center. 

his breath was hot against your sensitive skin as he looked up at you again.

“look at me, baby,” he whispered. “i want you watching while i eat you.”

sean’s hands caressed your inner thighs, spreading them wider for him. 

he leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly up your soaked pussy, groaning at your taste.

then he slid two thick fingers inside you, curling them perfectly as his mouth latched onto your clit.

you moaned loudly, your hips jerking against his face.

‘’fuck. sean!” you cried out, one hand gripping his hair tightly.

“that’s it, baby,” he groaned against your pussy, voice muffled and filthy. “let me hear how good i make you feel. suck a noisy girl for me.”

he sucked your clit into his mouth, flicking it rapidly with his tongue while his fingers pumped in and out of you, curling against that perfect spot with every thrust. 

the wet, obscene sounds of him eating you out filled the room.

‘’you taste so good,” he growled, looking up at you again, his chin shiny with your arousal. “you’re such a good girl for me… letting me bury my face between your legs like this.”

your moans grew louder and more desperate as the pleasure built fast. 

sean didn’t let up. 

he sucked harder on your clit, fucking you deeper with his fingers, his eyes never leaving yours.

“cum for me, baby,” he demanded, voice rough. “i want to feel you queezing my fingers while you cum on my tongue. be a good girl and cum for me.”

the combination of his words, his fingers, and his relentless mouth pushed you over the edge. 

you came hard, back arching off the couch as a loud, broken moan tore from your throat.

“sean. fuck! i’m cumming!”

your thighs shook around his head, your walls clenching tightly around his fingers as waves of intense pleasure crashed through you. 

sean kept licking and sucking you through it, groaning in satisfaction as he drank every drop of your release.

he didn’t stop until you were a trembling, oversensitive mess, whimpering softly.

when he finally pulled back, his chin was shiny with your arousal. 

he looked up at you with a cynical, satisfied smirk, clearly proud of the state he had put you in.

“look at you,” he murmured, voice low and cocky. “such a pretty mess for me.”

he moved up your body and sat on the couch, pulling you onto his lap so you were straddling one of his thighs. his hands gripped your hips firmly.

“ride my thigh, baby,” he ordered, that smirk still on his lips. “i want to feel how wet you are.”

you obeyed, grinding slowly against his muscular thigh, your soaked pussy sliding against the fabric of his pants. 

the friction made you moan softly.

sean reached for the bottle of champagne again. he poured some slowly between your breasts, watching the golden liquid run down your cleavage. 

he leaned in and licked it up greedily, his tongue dragging between your tits as you continued humping his thigh.

“mmm… fuck,’’ he groaned against your skin, sucking lightly on the curve of your breast. “keep moving, baby. use my leg like the needy little thing you are.”

you moaned louder, rolling your hips faster.

your hands gripping his shoulders for support as he continued drinking the champagne from your chest, licking and sucking every drop while his eyes stayed locked on your face.

“sean. fuck, i’m cumming!” you cried out.

you moaned louder, riding his thigh harder. 

your hips moved faster, grinding down with more pressure. the feeling was filthy and intense. 

sean flexed his thigh beneath you, giving you even more friction exactly where you needed it.

your breasts bounced with every desperate roll of your hips as you chased your pleasure.

sean’s cock was rock hard and pressed against your other thigh, twitching every time you moaned.

he leaned in, sucking on your neck and squeezing your ass while you kept humping him.

after a few minutes, your movements became more frantic. you came, arching your back.

sean suddenly grabbed your hips, stopping you.

after a few moments, he growled low in his throat and lifted you off his thigh. 

he stood up just long enough to push his pants and boxers all the way down, kicking them off along with his shoes. 

his hard cock bobbed heavily between his legs as he pushed you down onto the couch, laying you on your back beneath him.

he spread your legs wide and settled between them. 

without teasing, he lined up and pushed inside you in one deep thrust.

“ahh. sean!” you cried out loudly as he stretched you open, filling you completely.

“fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, eyes rolling back for a second. “such a perfect little pussy. made for me.”

at first, he moved slowly, savoring the feeling. 

long, deep strokes that made your back arch off the couch. 

your moans were shameless and loud, echoing in the small room with every thrust. but the slower rhythm didn’t last.

sean’s control snapped. 

his hips suddenly snapped forward harder, fucking you with deep, intense strokes. the sound of skin slapping against skin grew louder as he drove into you relentlessly. 

he grabbed one of your thighs, spreading you wider as he pounded into you.

“yes! oh my god, sean!” you cried out, voice high and needy. 

your moans turned into loud, broken whimpers with every powerful thrust.

“that’s my good girl,” he growled, eyes burning into yours. “let me hear you. be loud for me, baby.”

he leaned down, biting your neck as he slammed into you harder, his pace brutal and possessive. “you take me so fucking well… such a perfect, noisy for me.”

your moans only grew louder, shameless and unrestrained, as he fucked you deep into the couch.

your body jolted with every powerful thrust, breasts bouncing, back arching. 

your hands couldn’t stay still; they moved frantically over his back, nails digging into his shoulders and scratching down his skin, then gripping his hair, pulling desperately as pleasure overwhelmed you.

sean breathed heavily against your ear. 

his voice came out low and serious.

“stop moving your hands, baby.”

you tried. 

you really did. 

but the overwhelming pleasure made it impossible to control yourself. 

your fingers kept gripping and scratching at his skin, desperate for something to hold onto as he drove into you.

“i can’t… sean, i can’t stop,” you moaned, voice shaky and desperate.

he let out a quiet, frustrated growl.

“i said stop.”

when you couldn’t obey, sean made the decision. 

without slowing the rhythm of his hips, he reached for his tie lying nearby. 

in one fluid motion, he grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them firmly above your head.

you watched him with wide eyes, breathing hard. 

“sean… what are you?”

before you could finish, he wrapped the silk tie around your wrists, tying them together tightly, then secured them to the armrest of the couch. 

the restraint was firm. You instinctively tugged against it, but it didn’t give.

“sean…” you breathed, voice trembling with both nerves and arousal. 

“i… i can’t move my hands.”

“i know,” he said quietly, looking straight into your eyes as he sank deep inside you again. 

“that’s the point.” a loud moan escaped your lips as he resumed fucking you, harder this time. 

with your arms tied above your head, you could only arch your back and take every powerful thrust.

“oh god… sean!” you cried out, voice loud and unrestrained. “it’s so deep… fuck.”

he groaned at your words, his rhythm becoming brutal and possessive. one hand held your hip, the other braced beside your head as he drove into you relentlessly.

“tell me how it feels,” he demanded, voice rough but serious.“it feels… so good,” you moaned loudly, gasping between words.

he leaned down and kissed you hard, swallowing your moans as he fucked you even deeper.

he leaned down and captured your mouth in a sloppy, hungry kiss. 

his tongue slid against yours without restraint, wet and messy. 

the kiss was deep and desperate, strings of saliva connecting your lips every time he pulled back slightly to breathe. 

you could barely keep up with the intensity of it while he continued fucking you hard, his hips snapping against yours.

a soft moan escaped into his mouth as he kissed you even sloppier, tongues gliding messily, saliva coating your lips and dripping slightly down the corner of your mouth.

without warning, his hand moved from your hip to your ass.

he gave it a firm, controlled spank, the sound sharp but not too hard. 

then another, a little softer, as he kept pounding into you.

you gasped loudly against his lips.

“sean!” you cried out, voice breaking as another slap landed on your ass, warm and stinging in the best way.

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his forehead pressed against yours, a thin string of saliva still connecting your swollen lips.

“you like that?” he asked, voice low and husky, thrusting deep and slow for a moment.

“yes… fuck, yes,” you moaned shamelessly, tugging uselessly against the tie around your wrists. “don’t stop… please.”

sean groaned at your desperate words and kissed you again, even messier than before. 

his tongue explored your mouth as he resumed his brutal pace, fucking you hard while his hand continued to spank your ass softly.

your loud moans and whimpers filled the room, mixing with the wet sound of your sloppy kisses and the constant slap of his hips against yours.

the pleasure built fast and intense. 

your wrists pulled helplessly against the silk tie as your body tensed beneath him.

“sean… I’m close,” you gasped desperately against his lips, voice shaky. 

“i’m gonna cum….”

‘’cum for me,” he growled, forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged. “let me feel you.”

afew more deep, punishing thrusts pushed you over the edge. 

you came hard around him, crying out loudly as your walls clenched tightly around his cock. 

your whole body trembled and shook beneath him, moans breaking into sharp, breathless whimpers.

the feeling of you pulsing around him sent sean over the edge right after. 

he buried himself deep inside you with a low, guttural groan, hips stuttering as he came hard, filling you with hot, thick pulses. his breath was sharp and broken against your neck, body tense and trembling as he rode out his orgasm.

for a long moment, the only sound in the room was your heavy, ragged breathing. 

both of you were trying to catch your breath, bodies slick with sweat and still connected.

sean stayed buried inside you for a few seconds longer, then slowly lifted his head to look at you. his voice was low and hoarse when he spoke.

‘’that was the best sex of my life,” he confessed seriously, eyes locked on yours. 

you could only nod weakly, still breathing hard, cheeks flushed.

he glanced over at the watch on his wrist and cursed softly under his breath.

“shit… it’s late. we have to go.” he gently pulled out of you and sat up. “we need to get dressed. we can go back to my hotel. it’’s closer and quieter.”

he leaned down and kissed you once more, slower this time, before starting to untie your wrists with careful fingers. 

his touch was surprisingly tender after how rough he had been just moments ago.

“come on, baby,” he murmured, helping you sit up. “let’s get out of here.”