A Tiger In Vegas (First Draft)

As the guys got back to the casino Jake's brother and best man collected everyone's phone and they hit the casino floor. Two hours of chasing a little white ball dance and hopping over black and red numbers and two red dice tumbling over crushed velvet led to a roller coaster of boisterous celebrations and heartbreak. Jake and Julie had agreed to a 10 pm curfew for the bridal party so everyone would be rested and ready for the big day. The guys ended up in Jake's room as he passed out the groomsmen's gifts and surprisingly had a genuine moment of vulnerability as he thanked each and every one of the guys. On any other day, this would have been a perfect ending to the evening before a wedding, if regret and a dark sense of screwing up weren't hanging over Shawn's head. Jake's brother handed back everyone's phones as everyone shuffled off to their room.

Lead sunk in Shawn's stomach as he shut his door and saw zero messages from Desi. His short apology text took fifteen minutes and eight different drafts to compile and send. It wasn't really feasible to explain he pulled away not because he wasn't enjoying it but because he was enjoying the kiss too much and making out in their friends' wedding ceremony location wasn't exactly the proper thing to do. Tossing his phone on the bed, it was a time for if he couldn't be happy he could at least be comfortable. Stripping down to his underwear and putting on a concert tee. Setting up his laptop on the table he checked his personal and business emails. As he was pulling together information for a presentation that he hoped would lead to a promotion there was a knock at the door.

"Just a minute." Scrambling Shawn pulled a pair of gym shorts from the drawer and hopped as he tried to walk and get dressed at the same time. "Oh hey." The surprise of finding Desi at his door lead to a few moments of silence as Shawn's brain tried to think of the best thing to say. "Sorry come in. I'm sorry about earlier."

"Julie just wanted me to do a bed check with everyone." The smile she always seemed to wear was missing

"Oh. OK. Can we talk for just a minute?"

Holding up a hand as if ushering Shawn to stop, Desi's almost clinical tone made his mind stumble for a moment before Shawn pressed on. "It would mean a lot."

Desi stepped several steps into the room and stopped as if keeping a clear path to the exit. "Ummm, you brought a laptop to a Vegas wedding? You do know you can get porn just as easily on your phone as on your laptop right?!" The judgmental crease along her forehead disappeared as a sly smile bloomed, offering him a taste of the sassy spirit he was becoming addicted to.

Chuckling, Shawn explained he was working on the project he had mentioned in one of the millions of texts they exchanged. He had to present it in four days and a promotion may be ridding on it.

Here Comes the Bride chimed on Desi's phone. Gesturing to Shawn that she needed to take this. She answered the phone as Shawn took a step back, like it was giving her more privacy. "Hey Jules, everything ok?" Turning towards the door and taking a step in that direction Desi listened to. "Yes, everyone is in their room." There was a spark missing from Desi's voice. "Yeah. Fine. Hun, you need to get your ass to bed you are getting married tomorrow!... Just in Shawn's room, he was the last one I was checking before I head to bed." There was an almost involuntary scoff before Desi said "Just you getting married." Shawn couldn't help but watch Desi seemingly nodding in agreement, an occasion adding a 'mhm' and 'k' to whatever Julie went on talking about. "Ok Jules. Get some sleep. Love you girl."

Watching Desi hang up and slide her phone into her pocket, worry framed Shawn's eyes. "Everything ok with Jules?"

"Yeah, she was just checking in, all good. I should go get some sleep for tomorrow."

Relief sprinkled his tone before the somber reality dropped the timbre in his voice an octave. "Oh good, she deserves a perfect day tomorrow. Before you go, I need to apologize for earlier, I dont think what happened is what you think. And well that's my fault, cause well the Y chromosome makes all guys idiots."

Shaking her head no, "It's fine you dont have to."

His hand was gentle as he took her hand and they both felt the bolt of lightning that passed between them and ran through them as the jolt sought to be grounded. "It's not what you think. I loved kissing you. Hell, I liked it way too much. It's just you unsettle me."

Desi pulled her hand away and started to take half a step back. "Unsettled?!". Her tone was icy, and sounded like every bit of openness she shared in her texts the past two days slammed down like a castle's portcullis slamming down to keep invaders out.

"Not unsettled in a bad way. Just. Just." A big sigh billowed from his chest. "Most people's opinions don't matter to me, maybe when I get to know them. But yours really does matter. I'm not used to that. I dont know, I mean, as corny and stupid as this sounds I want you to like me and think I'm great and all but...why the hell am I saying this?!"

Mumbling to himself about how having this conversation thousands of times in his head, he scolded himself that should be going a lot smoother than it is. Shawn's body puffed up like a balloon and then completely deflated as he let out a long huff of breath and the color replaced the white of his knuckles as he unballed his fists. The nervous chuckle that followed did nothing to relieve the embarrassment swelling up in him. Rubbing his forehead, he tried to continue before he leveled his gaze to hers.

"I dont..." frustration whipped through the huff that escaped him. "I don't know how to explain it or even understand it myself. Curling his lips inward and clenching his teeth was all he could do as words failed him. "You're special. I can't explain it, there's no logic behind it. I don't even really know you but... but I just know you're amazing." His hands started to gesture as if summoning words from another world or speaking some secret language. His eyes returned to her. I pulled away because I was liking the kiss way too much and am not sure where I would have stopped. Today and tomorrow is supposed to be about Julie and Jake. Me trying to make out with you in the very same space they will be saying their vows tomorrow wasn't right. I should have handled it better and I am sorry." His hands found their home upon her hips and pulled her closer. A softness in his eyes conveyed his sincerity. "I really am very sorry."

The tension in her body slowly dissipated and didn't pull away despite his advancing presence. The unadulterated sorrow in his eyes was too authentic to just be some line. The sounds of silence, their breathing, and the pounding beat of their hearts were the only sounds of the world around them. As time passed, their breathing only became heavier as their chest began to heave as oxygen became harder and harder to come by. The heat of their breath danced and mixed as they stood there. The magic of the past two days played out all over again in the silence of the room.

His tone was just above a whisper but steady. "I don't want to scare you off. I know I can be intense, and sometimes get in my own head trying to be perfect. D, I just ask you to give me a beat to... I'm used to just knowing what to do and how to be with people, but, but I feel like I can be myself with you. Yet I...I don't know what the rules are. Like how am I supposed to act? I know I can just be me with you yet so used to playing by other's rules I just don't want to mess this up. I didn't pull away tonight because I didn't like it - it's because I liked it too much and well I am sure I wasn't going to be satisfied with just that first kiss. "

His fingers grazed her cheek before she closed her eyes and rested her face in the palm of his hand. She felt his words, I promise you it will be worth it, melt into her. His eyes watched her eyes open and saw the happiness in the sweetness of his words and actions but also that flicker of disappointment in the comfort and unfulfilled. That look stabbed deep and made his soul stumble for a moment. Desi opened her mouth to say something, and that was the moment the tiger pounced.

There was an hungered frenzy in the way his kiss devoured her lips. Like a starved orphan let loose on a Norman Rockwell Holiday feast. His body pressed her back against the wall and his paws took her wrists and pinned them above her head. His lips tore away from hers before they went for the jugular. The fire and delight sang its story in the form of a loud moan. His lips ravaged her neck, like a tiger claiming the rewards of its hunt. His hands released her wrist, so his hands could claim the bounty they sought. Her fingers gripped and dug into the back of his head as her moans became the manner in which she breathed.

Her eyes slowly opened as she seemed unsteady on her feet. His hands framed and held her face in place. Silence sang loudly as his eyes plunged into hers. Everything about the fire she had inside opened up and told its tale to him like it had been a bedtime story he heard every night as a child. Her eyes came into focus and looked into his with such joyous anticipation as a sinister smile crossed her face. "There he is, there's my tiger. I knew you had it in you."

The quiet of the hunt hung in the din of the room. Their eyes locked as her breasts heaved against his chest. Huffs of air warmed her lips as this primal tiger seemed primed to pounce again. Long, slow breaths were the minimalist language of the moment as desire exerted an overwhelming pressure on civility. With cat-like reflexes, his hands gripped the back of her thighs and hoisted her up, and pinned her against the wall so she had to wrap her legs around him. The layers of clothes couldn't hide the sensation of how badly their bodies hungered for each other. His hand, cupped and claimed her under her shirt as his lips assaulted every bare inch of skin it could find. His lips kissed away her smirk with such conviction all her thoughts jumped overboard leaving her adrift to whatever course he plotted. The force and pressure of him ground against her. With his pulsating desire and the flimsy barrier of clothes between them, he was almost inside her. Every movement seeking relief only added to the tension and ache. The unforgiving nature of the wall trapped her so all she could do was moan and cling to him as the rocking of his hips pulverized him against her.

His hotel room was filled with the sound of her crying out as his lips found her neck and a storm boomed inside her and he released the beast within. The sensation of her nipple pinched between his fingers broke her away from reality. Both her wrists were shackled by just one of his hands. The writhing of their bodies found a pace that promised something much more satisfying. Easing her down to her feet his hands sped and pulled off her top and removed her bra. His mouth enveloped and devoured her breast like a predator that had caught it's prey. The unforgiving tug of the suction of his famished mouth sent shockwave, after shockwave thru her. Every tug worked at tearing down the walls she built over the years. Moans and gasps were all she could speak as her hand pressed him to her. Time would lose all reference and meaning tonight as he never wavered in his hunger and delight in her.

Picking her back up he carried her over to the bed before letting her fall the last couple of inches onto the bed. His claws dug in and tore off any and all remaining clothes between them. Want, snorted from his nostrils, like a tiger readying for the hunt. Leaning in close his eyes narrowed and focused on her. Watching her, watch him. Seeing her inhale several sharp breaths as she felt the tip of him rub up and down her. Hinting at piercing her but never quite entering. Feeling her wetness coat the tip and then all along the underside of him as she felt the length of him slide over her. He played her like a bow across a violin. Melodic stokes across the stings of her desire creating the sounds of an impending concerto.

Grabbing a pillow he lifted up her legs and shoved the pillow under her and let her legs dangle over his shoulders. The anticipation left Desi panting and wanting some sort of relief from not having him inside her. The pillow rolled her hips just so, the legs over his shoulders would allow him to get in deep to just the right spot. A sensation she hollered out some inaudible word or sound as the full length of him delved as deep into her as both their bodies would allow. The way her body clung to him with every movement pulled at every part of his body and soul. There was an insatiable hunger in her he could feel. Somehow their bodies sang in harmony as their souls vibrated at the same frequency. He could see what she needed. Sometimes she need a savior, sometimes a teddy bear but tonight she ached for the tiger.

After several measured dives into her, he grabbed her wrists and the measured became the delicious blend of violent and wanted. There was no real build-up, just him burying himself inside her as hard and deep as he could over, and over, and over again. Her legs were over his shoulders, her wrists gripped by him, all she could do was take it all and enjoy the decadent sin they swam in. The moan and whimpers grew in number and volume the more he slammed in and out of her. His concussive collision pushed her body away as his hold of her kept her in place. Her breasts bounce out of control, caught in the unrelenting onslaught of flight and anchoring. Tonight wasn't about romance but surrendering and battering down the walls between them. The overcharged dynamo churning between over needed a discharge and it wasn't going to take long.

Watching her gasp, moan, and writhe beneath him as her body was jostled with his never-ending onslaught was more beautiful and erotic than he could have ever dreamt. His lips craved tasting every inch of her. His finger pleaded to learn every secret spot on her body but tonight the tiger has to pin her down and feast upon her sensual and sexual side. Slamming into her like he was breathing life or love into her, the smacking sound of flesh upon flesh spoke of more than just sex. The way their bodies fought each other were like two tectonic plates competing for the same space and time battered their control but not their resolve. The bed rattled wanting to move across the floor with every jarring impact. He could feel how the tip of him hit her just so by the sounds of her moans and the pleasure her body was screaming in every reaction. Her body seemed to slide up and down underneath him like she was skating across the ice only to find herself tethered to him

Her eyes opened and closed as her toes curled. Her thighs tried to hold him inside her as she struggle to pull enough air into her lung amidst the moaning and whimpers. He watched as he could see shades of fire wash over her skin. The slight dew of desire glistened on her skin. Her nipples were hard enough to cut glass missing his lips but couldn't compete to how he filled her just so. Her breath ragged as gasps, breaths, moans, and beautifully inappropriate words all danced in the room as her lungs were burning for more air. Pleading for him not to stop, he watch the foggy veil descend over her eyes as she was teetering on the edge of euphoria. Her body desperate to not lose one moment of this clamped around him time and time again as her ability to do anything but be in this moment was all that remained. The short rapid breathes felt like the tides on the beach retreating only to feed the raging tsunami as it approached.

Growling, "Dont you dare close your eyes, you look at me when you are about to cum while I' fucking you.."

Desi's eyes went wide as her mouth opened. Gasping in breaths in between her moans and whimpers. Micro expressions of her eroding control and surging pleasure flashed across her face. The way her eyes widened with every thundering thrust, The rapid and subtle dropping of her jaw as she gasped. The twitch of her lips. The slow loss of focus in her eyes. Shawn held her gaze with his while taking in the beauty of her face. Her eyes and face soon were pleading for permission with her never saying a word. Watching her wrestle for control only encouraged the speed, ferocity, and passion of every thrust, like a blacksmith hammering and forging the white-hot creation into existence.

A moan that could have carried itself halfway down the Vegas strip erupted from her. Her hips shuddered and her body spasmed on and around him. She clung to him with her arms, legs, and fingers like a passenger amidst the shipwrecked remains during a raging gale. Wave after wave only made her hold onto him more as she rode out this tumultuous storm. Shawn's grunts and moans as he felt her convulse and squeeze him over and over verbalized the waning control he had.

Pulling out and rolling Desi over he grabbed her hips and drove into her as she was getting up onto all fours. Moaning in unison as he sank completely inside her, as their souls vibrated in delight and held onto each other. There was no relenting and no mercy in the way he plowed into her and how her body responded confirmed this was the beast she hungered for. She let out a moan that reverberated over every surface of the room as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head back. Indesriment and unrepeatable words tattooed the room. The booming slap of their bodies and intense fire erupted into a feeding frenzy neither could deny nor control. Harder, deeper, faster became an escalating matra their lust and desire sung. Shawn's resolve was crumbling faster than a landslide as she rocked back just as hungrily as he pounded forward. Watching her ass bounce against him, the sway of her breasts with every thrust, the hunger in her spirit, and the way her mouth moaned and moved as she let go of being anything resembling ladylike - it was too much to take in. She felt too good. Roaring like the tiger alerting the jungle the apex predator is here he exploded as he tried to continue to thrust. She wasn't going to let him stop until she had all of him. Slamming herself against him harder and harder so took everything he could offer before both collapsed.

There they laid, panting, spent, happy. Eventually, he got up and headed to the bathroom before coming back with a warm washcloth and took great care in cleaning her up before he did the same for himself. Sliding back into bed he scootched closer to her and pulled her close. She rolled up into his arms for the first time like it was the thousandth time. There was no description for what he was feeling as she lay there in his arms. There was excitement and tranquility to feel in her cheek resting against his bare skin. This satiny softness of her naked thigh draped over his. How his fingers instinctively found their home running through her hair. How every breath pressed her breasts against him over and over again. Both partners feel their heart rates start to slow back to normal as her soft flame-kissed hair tickles his cheek.

Gently stroking her hair they laid there as Shawn teased, "Just so know, this doesn't mean I'm putting out on our actual first date." Pushing herself up off his chest in shock. "Ohhh listen her mister you are going to be begging me to" Grabbing the back of her head and pulling her to his lips, he let his kiss end the discussion. Her fiery sass melted under the weight of his lips. Her hand found his cheek as their kiss deepened. After time started back up again, their lips reluctantly released each other as their heads drew back and their eyes opened to greet each other with a genuine smile.

Starting right back up Desi sassiness soaked the marrow of her words. "Excuse me, mister. You dont get to try and be all charming and cute and just think I have room on my dance card for you. That I will just say yes." Unable to hide her smile she pretended to throw her hair back in defiance.