Well, I did it. I promised it'd be up no later than my birthday, and here it is. Plus, I'm a year older! YAY! Anyways, I hope it doesn't suck, i really had a lot of trouble with this, it started so well and then once i made myself the deadline I was like "ugh, do I have to." But i got it, and I'm posting it. If it sucks, lemme know, maybe I'll rewrite it over Christmas or something.

Also, I got a lot of inspiration by reading stuff online and in books. The idea of the car scene I got from Good Girls Don't By Kelley St. John, and I used a couple of fanfics on ffn to kind of get myself in a lemony kind of writing mood, though there aren't any specific ideas that I took from any one fic, so they don't really need mention beyond that.

Please review, you know how much I like it. Maybe someday I'll add another Club scene, who knows.

Brea


The Club Part II

The pulsing music seemed to move through the gyrating crowd, taking life and controlling the flailing movements called dancing. In the private booths, couples and groups were in various stages of their own throws of passion, some just feeling a tightness in their belly and others winded and hot as they came down from the high of satisfaction. Professional dancers and drunken women swung about on poles, dollar bills shoved into thong straps and panty lines.

The only one not having fun, it seemed, was sitting idly in a back corner, near the bar. Eva Connelly was alone and sober, yet again, while her friends fucked with reckless abandon. Always the self-designated driver to these events, Eva never managed to let loose and relax, always too afraid of possible retribution. All that responsibility meant was that she never had any real fun.

Eva was on her third glass of orange juice - "Alcohol free, thanks." - and was refolding her cheap paper napkin for the third time when a shadow fell over her table, blocking the light from the dance floor. When the shadow didn't say anything, Eva resumed folding her napkin, hoping that whatever poor drunken soul was standing over her would get the hint and walk away. When the shadow - which Eva noted was unmistakably male - still made no sound or any movement away from her table, the two remained in an awkward silence.

After folding her napkin for the fourth and fifth time, Eva finally grew fed up with the eyes she could feel boring into her head, and turned her eyes to glare at the stranger. What she saw though, took her breath away. Standing not a foot from her was probably the most amazing male specimen she, or any woman, had ever seen.

Amazing brushed back blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and a mouth that was obviously a master at everything it tried (including his smile, which was to die for) made the man's face the best thing about him. But running a close second was the well-defined chest she could see through the fitted t-shirt he wore and the long, lean legs currently wrapped in soft leather.

The pants did an amazing job of showing Eva just how...well endowed this specimen was. And by the looks of how those pants were quickly getting tighter as she continued to stare, the delicious piece of cock she was sure he was hiding was ready to play.

Tall, broad shouldered, and muscular but not overly so, the man was obviously the perfect size to pick Eva up and press her against a wall, hands on her thighs and lips on her neck. She could almost feel him grinding into her hot core, and had to clench her fist to keep from whimpering with desire.

She stopped herself before allowing that fantasy to continue.

It obviously didn't matter, though; 'cause that fantastic grin he was flashing at her let her know that he knew exactly what she was thinking. Eva felt a flush crawl up her cheeks.

"Someone said you were alone." Well, he was sober. At least she wouldn't smell of cheep booze in the morning…not that she was planning on spending enough time with this gorgeous stranger to pick up any smell. Speaking of smell, that was fantastic cologne.

"I'm actually waiting for a few people, gotta make sure they get home tonight."

Gee, that was witty. Maybe she'd pull out a bottle of wine later and drink herself into a stupor in the safety of her own kitchen to forget this. He was still grinning when he slid into the seat across from her.

"Lemme guess, you're a librarian? Don't look so surprised; it's easy to tell. A beautiful woman like you, makeup done just so and hair styled into a perfect wave, and still sober after two hours of sitting here? You're a librarian."

Eva uncrossed and recrossed her legs as she stared at him. Was it a good sign that this absolutely edible man was taking such an interest in her? "If you can figure all that out, then what else do you know? And how do you know that I've been here for two hours?"

His grin made her wonder if she really wanted to know, but it didn't matter because when he answered, she was floored. "Look, a great lookin' girl like you can't walk into a place like this, looking like that, and not have fun. You're a red head, you're a librarian, and I'd bet you're great in the sack. I'm gonna be honest with you, I came over here with every intention of taking you home tonight. But first we're gonna have fun. We don't have to drink, we don't even have to dance, we can just talk if you want, and at the end of the night, if you're not interested, then I'll walk away. But until then, I'm Shawn."

She could only gape. What do you say to that? Eva leaned back in her chair, dropping her napkin like a barrier in front of them, absolutely determined not to fall for that completely, sinfully innocent look.

Which is why it came as a complete shock, forty-five minutes later, when Eva Connelly, self-designated driver to all things involving alcohol and dancing, found herself waving goodbye to her best friend – from whom she received a very enthusiastic thumbs up – and following a man she'd just met to a rather expensive looking blue sports car.

Prancing through the parking lot, eyes fixated on the delectable ass of the man ahead of her, Eva Connelly felt sexy. In her conservative heals, knee length skirt swishing around her thighs, and emerald green satin blouse, Eva tossed her red locks and sashayed her hips just a little more than normal.

Instead of going around to the driver's side, Shawn paused at the passenger door of his car and leaned against it to watch her approach. "Definitely a closet sex goddess." Eva grinned. Instead of moving to let her in, though, Shawn beckoned her to him. Leaning into her ear, Eva wasn't sure whether he spoke is next words. Or growled them.

"How about a preview?"

His hands snaked around her waist and suddenly she could feel every inch of his hard body. His head descended on hers and what followed was no doubt the best kiss she'd ever had. Eva's body was on fire, her nipples hard against his broad chest. Shawn's tongue swept inside her mouth, running sensuously against hers.

One hand slid down her back to cup her firm ass as the other snaked up to her breast. Her hips bucked against his as he twisted a peaked nipple through the fabric of her top. Her panties nearly flooded as she felt his obvious arousal against her center.

"Fuck Eva." He pressed an open mouthed kiss against her throat.

She pressed tighter against him, grinding her hips once more into his. "Please." Eva couldn't imagine not having sex with Shawn in the next minute, against the car or not. How had she managed to go through five years of bar parties and not leave with some devilishly handsome stranger? No matter now, because Shawn was nudging her hair aside to suck on her earlobe.

"Shawn." Eva didn't care if it was a word or a whimper. He hummed acknowledgment against her cheek. "How far to your place?"

He pulled his mouth back, leaving her pressed tightly against him, and looked out at the traffic in the intersection. "Probably a fifteen minute drive. Think you can last that long?"

In all of her adulthood, Eva had never been this hot, or this wet, and it was all for this man. If having him meant she had to wait fifteen minutes, she'd wait. Grinding against him one more time, she leaned up for a quick demanding kiss, before stepping back while he opened the door for her and then made his way to the driver's side in record time.

As Shawn pulled onto the freeway and rolled down the windows, Eva relished in the feeling of the wind as it seeped through her top to kiss her feverish skin. Where had the demure little librarian go? Eva Connelly had only ever been with two men before, and had never even considered kissing a man in some bar parking lot like she had Shawn. But Eva's thoughts were cut off as she felt a hand caress her knee.

Eyes fixed on the road, Shawn slipped his fingers under the edges of her black skirt. Eva watched with rapt attention as his hand disappeared to stroke lightly on her inner thigh. As the sensation moved slowly higher, Eva could feel her center, slightly cooled since entering the car, pool with heat again. He stroked the edge of her panties and Eva was sure that there was no way that he would actually…

"oh…" She gasped and Shawn smirked as one finger slipped under the edge of her panties to slide across her soft folds, tangling in the curls of her apex and tugging lightly. Releasing the curls, Shawn's remaining fingers joined the first, hooking around the seam of her damp coverings, nudging them down.

"Lift your hips, Eva."

She was sure he could see her stare at him, confusion and want etched on her face. Finally, as he tugged insistently on her panties, Eva did as told, sliding the thin piece of cloth down her thighs and off her legs, leaving her wet cleft bare under her skirt.

Shawn smirked as, eyes still on the road, he crumpled the cloth in his hand and brought it to his nose, breathing deeply before depositing the piece in his pocket.

"Spread your legs."

Eva whimpered at the sensations just his voice, and his commands, shot through her. Quivering from anticipation, Eva did as ordered, shivering in delight as the air rushing through the car blew under her skirt and between her legs.

Glancing out the window to make sure no other cars were close, Shawn set the cruise control with one hand and flipped up her skirt with the other. Before long he had thrust a finger into her.

Eva gasped at the pleasurable intrusion. She bucked a little against his hand, begging for more.

"Pretty risqué situation for a librarian, Eva."

"Goddammit Shawn… mmmm…" Eva's retort was lost as he simultaneously inserted another finger into her center and pressed his thumb against her swollen clit. That damn smirk was back too.

All too soon it was over, though, as Shawn steered the car towards an exit and pulled his hand back, pushing her skirt down as he did so.

They pulled into the driveway of a small house, modest with a simple lawn out front. Looking at the place, Eva could understand a man like Shawn living there, and she couldn't help but imagining him mowing the yard on Sundays, probably without a shirt. As her high from before tapered, the full force of what she was about to do hit her, and Eva was unsure what to do or to expect next.

Shawn, though, seemed perfectly at ease as he stepped from the car and ran around it, opening her door. Despite whatever had happened on the drive, and whatever would happen once inside, Eva was surprised at how gentlemanly he was, helping her from the car and leading her to the front door.

"My house keeper Greta planted those flowers, said her aunt sent her the bulbs all the way from Germany." The simple conversation eased any apprehension she was feeling as she nodded and complimented the woman's skill in gardening.

The entranceway to the house was brilliant, painted in soft welcoming colors. She peeked into an immaculate front room off to the side while Shawn hung up his jacket in the coat closet.

"This is a beautiful home." She said, when he returned to her side. "I owe that to Greta, she's the genius." He grinned at her. "Besides, it's just background with you here."

Eva blushed at it compliment, but didn't pull away when he stepped closer. "You really are beautiful, Eva." His lips met hers and heat once again spread through her. Despite the passion that was reminiscent of before, this kiss was softer, even sweeter than the ones they shared in the parking lot back at The Club. It only lasted a moment, though, as Shawn pulled away and took her hand.

"I'm going to make this a night you'll never forget."

The bedroom was warm and inviting, clean but obviously belonging to a bachelor. Eva only had a moment to scrutinize it, though, as Shawn's hand came to rest on her hip from behind, his lips pressing soft kisses to her neck. Those were the only places he touched her, though, and suddenly Eva was burning for contact. A moan slipped from her throat as she leaned back into him, turning her head to give him better access to her neck.

The sound seemed to Shawn an encouragement to finally get on with it, and with one quick tug he had pulled Eva around and pressed her to him, claiming her mouth in a passionate dance of lips and tongues. Her back arched and Eva pushed her hips even closer to his, feeling the growing bulge press into her belly through his leather pants and her satin top.

Running the fingers of one hand up over her bent spine, Shawn slipped the other to the zipper on her skirt, pulling it down and dropping the soft material to the floor and leaving her bare from the hem of her top down. Eva, whose arms had wrapped her arms around his neck instinctively, pulled them down to fiddle with the button on his pants, hardly noticing as Shawn began to steer her backwards.

When her knees hit the edge of the bed and she buckled, Shawn fell on top of her, only breaking the kiss long enough to pull his t-shirt off and chuck it over his head to land near her skirt. They were kissing again when Eva finally managed to unzip and push down Shawn's pants, only managing to get them over his thighs before he pulled them down for her.

Clad now in only his boxers, Shawn grabbed Eva by the hips, pressing his hard manhood into her core and using his weight to shift them to the center of the bed. Eva couldn't help the low sound that reverberated through her chest and out her parted lips, mingling with Shawn's own gasp and she ground her soaking cunt into him, her juices rubbing onto his underwear and dampening his dick through the thin cloth.

"Crap Eva."

He pulled her leg up to bend against his side, thrusting harder against her and taking brief notice that she was still wearing those cute little black shoes, though he had lost his some time ago. Not willing to embarrass himself by coming while they both still wore clothes, Shawn took this pause to divest Eva of both her top and the lacy black bra underneath while she used the toe of her shoe to slide the slightly damp material of his boxers down his legs. Neither made any move to remove her shoes.

Shawn claimed her lips as yet another loud moan escaped her, rubbing his dick over her soft folds and covering himself with her juices and his pre cum. His left hand rested beside her head and his left traveled up and down her side, running alongside her right breast and darting out to tweak her nipple. Underneath him, Eva was a writhing mass of pleasure, with gasps and moans escaping her mouth to die in his.

Lips meshed and sweaty skin slipped against more skin, the pair seemed entwined as one even before Shawn entered her, as short breaths escaped in pants and mingled together. They worked up a hapless rhythm of pants, moans, and grinds, all kept in time by the pressing of Eva's finger nails into the back of Shawn's shoulders.

Finally, Shawn's free hand trailed below her waist, falling between their bodies and reaching her scorching apex and her tingling clit. Flicking against it once, twice, and a third time was all he needed to force Eva over the edge to her first orgasm of the night, a combination of his kisses, his thrusts, and his hand building up and flying from her in a hoarse yell as her essence spilled over his hand.

As Eva fall back to earth, she opened her eyes to meet with the lust filled eyes of the man above her, only then realizing that Shawn had never actually entered her, and that she could still feel his impressive length against the inside of her thigh. Leaning up to reach him, Eva ran her lips over his collar, her tongue darting out to taste the sweat pooling in the hollow of his throat, before lying back and pulling his head to meet hers again.

Shawn, taking this as a sign to continue, quickly swiped his wet hand, and the product of Eva's orgasm, over his erect penis. Shifting and positioning himself without breaking the kiss, he paused to wrap one of Eva's legs around his waist before burying himself to the hilt with one deep thrust.

Their kiss was broken as Eva gasped at the sudden intrusion, but her surprise and pain only lasted a moment as Shawn bent his face into her neck, bracing himself with both arms before pulling out and thrusting again. By the third thrust Eva was rising to meet him as he pounded into her.

The air was filled with gasps and pants, occasional moans rising from the bed as Shawn thrust deeper and harder, or shallower and quicker, each meeting eliciting a different feeling and a different sound. The pressure in the pit of Eva's stomach grew again, and their pace grew more haphazard and frantic. Suddenly Eva was soaring, and Shawn twitched inside of her, signaling his own impending release, and with a roll of her eyes and a flash of endorphins Eva saw stars for the second time that night as Shawn spilled his hot seed deep into her core.


"So little librarian Eva got laid?" Rounds of laughter shot up from around the table, and Eva herself grinned. She was back at The Club, in her usual booth, but this time for a girl's night out and not a fuck-fest.

"I got more than just laid, Sarah." She glanced around the table, "After all, most of those positions definitely don't include lying down." More laughter sprung up.

"So did you get anything out of it? You know, besides the best fuck of any of our lives?" another girl asked from Eva's left. She took a swig of her beer before answering.

"Well, I got a phone number. And a promise for a night out whenever I was free."

A third girl called out to Eva over the laughter. "And of course by a night out, you mean a night in, right?"

Eva just swigged her beer and rolled her eyes. Then, the laughter stopped. Bringing her gaze back to the table, Eva noticed a shadow had fallen across her perfectly flat, un-creased napkin. Looking up, green eyes met blue and Eva's friends nudged each other upon noticing the matching grins.

"So you here alone?" Eva glanced back at her friends, checking to make sure they all nodded, before answering.

"Only for the time it takes me to get from here to you."