Tempting

Push me under, pull me farther, take me all the way, take me all the way

Take Me Under – Three Days Grace

This is a follow-up story, but not quite a sequel to Let It Rain, Let It Pour: Revisited. I guess it's a spin-off. It's pretty...graphic and not like anything else I've ever really written. Lately I've been feeling kind of dark, and I think that's reflected here.

Her fingers curled around the delicate champagne flute and she tilted her head back in exaggerated, nearly faux laughter. Sneaking a look out of the corner of her eye, she saw her boyfriend across the foyer of the house they were in. He had brought her to yet another album release party, and for his benefit, she was pretending to be having the time of her life with people she didn't know. Yet they all knew her, and each clambered to capture her attention for a moment, knowing she was easier to approach than The Shane Gray. And maybe, they speculated, she would pass their name along to The Shane Gray along with a positive word. Mitchie sighed, setting her now empty glass on a tray she spotted nearby and, making some ridiculous excuse, pulled away from the group of people. Walking confidently in her rather high heels, her shimmery black evening gown swirled around her feet as she moved through the throng of people in search of her boyfriend. He was currently engaged in conversation with a older man who was speaking about sales.

She approached quietly, stopping twenty feet away from the pair and pulling out her cell phone from the small black clutch she carried. Quickly, not even looking at the phone screen, she sent him a text message. I want you. The man paused for a moment as Shane pulled out his vibrating phone, glanced at the screen and grinned. "I'm terribly sorry, but Mitchie isn't feeling well. I'm going to step outside with her. I'm confident we'll speak later tonight." The man nodded and cast him a sympathetic, if not slightly accusing look. Shane moved away from the man, and from Mitchie as well, to reply just as quickly. How do you want it? She laughed softly and fell back into the crowd of people so he wouldn't see her. Rough. Shane looked down again, and she could see his body tense. She waited impatiently for him to reply, knowing he had no idea she was watching him. Meet me on the third floor, third closet on the left down the second hallway. Mitchie read the message in astonishment. Surely he didn't think they were going to have sex in one of his record executive's homes? Apparently,he did as he turned on his heel and made his way over to one of the large staircases. She sighed and followed him, keeping a good distance. The second floor was equally packed, and she prayed the crowd would have thinned by the third floor. Luckily, very few people, if any, were milling around when she arrived, making her way down the indicated hallway and silently counting doors on the left. Shane had just shut the door when she opened it, looking for him in the surprisingly large closet.

"Would it be wrong to say you look absolutely mouthwatering in that gown?" Shane asked, stepping forward to examine her carefully, after locking the door. She giggled and shook her head, blushing slightly. "No, I'm serious." He reassured her, eyes wandering over her body. The dress had a deep v-neck and was sleeveless, showing off a good amount of cleavage. The shimmery black material hugged her stomach and hips, flaring out slightly after. Mid thigh, there was a long slit that exposed more leg than she liked, but other than that, the dress was perfect. "You look so sexy." Shane mumbled, pulling her near. "Good thing we're alone, because you look even better without it." Mitchie shivered, even though with all the people packed in the house, it was anything but chilly.

"Stop it. I've been watching you, wanting you all night." She whispered, giving him a dirty look. Shane chuckled, his eyes darkening slightly. It had been two years since she had appeared on his balcony and things had progressed fairly quickly, resulting in the couple consummating their relationship. Needless to say, since that night, they had been a very intimate pair. "Now, why are we up here?"

He laughed incredulously. "As if you don't know." With that, he kissed her firmly, pushing her up against the door of the closet. Mitchie smiled into the kiss, tangling her hands in his hair, refusing to yield and let him move away from her. His own hands moved over her body purposefully, grabbing, groping and squeezing eagerly. She whimpered slightly, shifting against him, feeling the stirrings of his erection. "That's it baby." He growled, his voice dropping to that dark pitch she loved. She sighed contentedly as his mouth lapped at her earlobe, biting occasionally. He moved down, nipping at her neck, before returning to her lips and exploring her mouth with his tongue. She moved again, not bothering to muffle her moans of pleasure, feeling all of him against her.

"Shit, Shane, I want you so badly!" She cried, her hands on his hips, pulling him close, desperately rolling her hips against the huge bulge in his pants. He laughed darkly and grabbed her ass before grinding roughly back against her. He shoved the straps of her dress down, exposing her chest to his eyes. She shivered and cried out as he scooped up her breasts in his hands, keeping her pinned to the door with the rest of his body. She wrapped one leg around his waist, still rubbing against him eagerly.

"So horny..." He commented with a smirk, and she nodded, willing to agree with anything he said as long as it would end with him inside of her. His mouth moved down to suck roughly at her left nipple, biting and tugging softly. She whimpered, growing slightly uncomfortable as she grew more and more wet. "You know, I couldn't even focus on a single conversation tonight without thinking about getting home and fucking you senseless." He admitted, and she shuddered, praying silently for him to act on those thoughts. He smirked as he moved back to her breasts, licking and sucking almost adoringly. Mitchie let out a little frustrated noise, grateful for the attention but wishing he would hurry up. His head snapped up. "Impatient, are we?" He asked, and she nodded meekly. His hands found the zipper to her dress and tugged at it, and in one smooth motion her dress pooled on the floor around her still heeled feet.

Mitchie moaned, feeling the air hit her now mostly exposed body. Shane removed his tie and dress shirt, kicking them out of the way. She dropped to her knees, frantically unbuckling his pants, slipping the button out of place and tugging them down hurriedly with his boxers, feeling herself get even more wet as his erection sprang free. "Aww, Little Shane wants to play?" She cooed, before Shane yanked her back up to his eye level.

He shoved her back against the door as she kicked off her shoes and wriggled out of her thong. "There's nothing little about it babe." He hissed, biting at her neck. "And remember, you wanted it rough." With those words, he drove two fingers into her mercilessly, taking immense pleasure at her eager cries. She fought back screams, and her head fell forward onto his shoulder. "How long have you been this wet?" He asked as she bit down on the skin of his shoulder. "I'm guessing all night. Dirty girl. I guess I'll just have to punish you." He smirked, withdrawing his fingers until he was barely touching her. She whimpered, thrusting her hips down firmly against the digits. "So horny." He commented again, and she gave him a dirty look before grabbing his wrist and shoving his hand back against her. "You like being fucked by my fingers, don't you?" He growled the question, thrusting and curling his fingers inside of her and she moaned in appreciation and need. "Such a dirty girl." He smirked, removing one finger. She looked up at him, the look in her eyes showing her frustration. "Oh, did you think your punishment was over?"

She whimpered, and moved her own hand down between their bodies, inserting two of her own fingers. Shane grinned benevolently, allowing her this satisfaction. Her fingers curled around his one, and stilled, letting him control both of their movements. "Please, Shane..." She moaned, and he obliged, slowly moving both their hands. "I want you so badly." She whimpered, reaching down with her free hand to grasp his erection. He groaned as she slowly began to slide her hand around him in time with his thrusts of their hands.

"Damn Mitchie..." He ground out, quickening his speed and letting out a satisfied grunt when she matched his pace. "I want to make you come." He told her, and she shuddered again, something in her stomach clenching. With those words, he removed their fingers and he dropped to his knees, slowly spreading her legs apart. She let out a soft whimper, knowing what was coming. He teased her opening softly, licking her thoroughly before placing two fingers deep inside of her, scissoring while he sucked greedily at her clit. Mitchie moaned loudly, her own hands gripping her breasts, while her head tilted back in pleasure. Shane smirked, feeling her body start to shake. "Come on baby, come for me." He encouraged, his hot breath right against her clit. She arched her back, shuddering against she climaxed against his fingers. He pushed her back firmly against the wall and eagerly moved in, licking and sucking.

"Fuck Shane, I want you to fuck me." She whimpered, her hands tangled his hair. He moved up her body, kissing her firmly. Her legs nearly gave out, tasting herself on his tongue. "I'm so wet for you Shane...I want you." She moaned, clutching at his shoulders.

"Such a dirty, horny girl. You want me to fuck you with my cock, don't you?" He growled, and she nodded, not even flinching at his harsh words. "You want me to fuck you hard and rough with my big cock. Say you want it." He demanded, rubbing his erection against her dripping center. She moaned, desperately grinding down against him.

"Shit, Shane I want it. I need it. Shane, please, fuck me!" Mitchie cried, almost in tears from how wet she was for him. He smirked, knowing she didn't take his cruel words personally. "Please." She whimpered, trying a new technique, since begging hadn't worked. Her lips trailed up his neck, biting roughly before running her tongue over the spot to sooth the pain, only to nip again. "Please Shane, I need you inside me." She whined, biting and sucking over his neck and jaw line while rolling her hips against his straining erection. "Please baby, I want you to fuck me so hard." Her sugary tone didn't match the rough words and she knew it. Shane groaned, spreading her legs while kissing her fervently. "Don't even bother with a condom." She hissed, knowing how close she was to getting what she wanted. And then, before she could even catch her breath, he was slamming inside of her. She cried out, knowing he was deeper in her than ever before.

"Shit you feel so good around me." Shane groaned, pounding into her. She moaned her agreement, legs wrapped around his waist and arms flung around his neck as he slammed her back against the door with each thrust. Mitchie began moving against him, slowly sliding up his length as he would withdraw, before dropping all her weight down as he thrust into her. Shane groaned again, hands squeezing her ass roughly. "I want you to scream my name as I fuck you." He ordered, giving her ass a sharp slap.

She moaned, arching her back off of the door and breathing his name softly, thrusting back against him. "Not good enough." He snapped, his grip tightening on her ass as his speed increased. "Scream my name. Tell me how much you love my cock inside of you." He grunted, and she whimpered in pleasure.

"Shane!" She shrieked, head tossed back against the door as he slammed against her. "Fuck Shane, I love you and your huge cock fucking me. Shit, baby you feel amazing!" She screamed, and somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew anyone outside would be able to hear her. The hinges on the closet door were squeaking slightly with every thrust and Shane was letting out a string of obscenities. She screamed his name loudly, that familiar clenching in her stomach letting her know she was so close to climaxing. "Fuck me so hard Shane!" She begged loudly, almost reduced to tears. "I want you." She begged, wrapping her legs more tightly around his body, bucking her hips roughly and letting out sharp, high pitched moans.

"That's it baby. Whine and moan like a whore." Shane smirked, flipping his hair out of his eyes as he watched his girlfriend writhe and thrust against him. "I love seeing you like this." He continued, waiting for her to climax. She cried out, a long string of unintelligible words but still begging him to continue. He groaned sharply, feeling her shake and come against him. She arched her back off the door, crying out loudly. He bit down on her neck and gripped her hips before thrusting in as deep as he could and climaxing inside of her. She screamed again, muffling it this time by burying her head in the crook of his neck, rolling her hips down to drive him in farther as he shook against her. She slumped against the door, and he fell against her, both breathing heavily.

"Fuck Shane..." She groaned, carefully unwinding her legs from his body. "I don't think I'm gonna be able to walk." She commented after a few minutes, gauging the soreness between her legs. He laughed softly, withdrawing from her. "Shit." She breathed, glancing around the closet. "We're stuck here. There's no way we can go back out there now." He chuckled again, pressing an idle kiss to her shoulder.

"I could call for our limo." He offered, and she shook her head, beginning the search for all her shed clothes. He watched, slightly amused.

"That's all well and good, but how are we going to get to the limo from up here?" She pointed out, sliding back into her thong and tugging her dress over her body. "I don't even want to know what my hair looks like." Her hair had started out the night a series of delicate curls, artfully arranged down her back. Shane smirked at the tangled mess they had been reduced to, knowing it was his fault. She caught the look and rolled her eyes. "Oh shut up, you look just as bad."

He laughed and slowly got redressed. "We could just walk downstairs and leave. I mean, everyone around the studio already knows how horny we are." He pointed out. Mitchie stared at him, slightly horrified. "If you throw your hair up in a ponytail, we could just...walk out." He offered. She hesitated.

"I guess it's our only option." She admitted grudgingly. Shane nodded and she bit her swollen bottom lip. "So how fucked do I look?" Mitchie asked, grinning and leaning against the door as he looked at her.

"Hmmm. You still look hot, but I can tell you got fucked, and hard." He smirked. Mitchie laughed, and he shrugged. "Though whether or not that's because I was the one who fucked you, I don't really know."

"I guess I'll just have to risk it." Mitchie sighed, stepping forward to mess up his hair slightly. At his incredulous look, she grinned. "If I look like I got fucked, I want it very clear who my partner was." She smirked, pecking him quickly on the lips and opening the closet door. Everyone had left the third and second floor, and the couple crept down the stairs to the first floor. They quickly immersed themselves in the crowd and started for the door. A few people murmured unintelligible things as they passed and Shane tangled his hand in hers, leading her towards the door. He caught Nate and Jason's eyes from across the room, and they both shook their heads, smirking slightly. He laughed softly, opening the front door for Mitchie. They slipped out into the dark night and waited impatiently for the limo.

Mitchie wrapped her hand around Shane's arm, smiling up at him radiantly. "Baby?" She murmured, and he looked down at her questioningly. "I think I'm gonna need a repeat performance when we get home."

Shane laughed softly, kissing her firmly, parting her lips with his tongue and cupping her face in his hands as their tongues tangled sensually. "I don't think I'll have a problem complying." He mumbled against her lips. "In fact, I might even give you a little pre-show in the limo." He grinned, moving both hands down to caress her ass, while her hands linked behind his neck.

"I love you." She breathed, resting her forehead against his. He smiled, holding her close to him to hide her from the chilly night.

"I love you too."