*dedicated to Chris_and_Andy in so sorry this took so long. Hope you like.*
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"Wait," I say. "I can't." Biting my lip, I can't help but to think of Josh. We've only been separated for less than an hour.
"Josh-"
Chris cuts me off with his lips, his hand slipping dangerously high up on my thigh. A moan escapes my throat as he strokes me through my jeans. His lips travel down to my neck.
"But you can, though."
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A moan slips unbidden out of my lips as Chris pushes my shoulders back down onto the couch. His weight presses against my body as he feverishly kisses me. My hands lace through his dyed hair while his slide down my side and wrap my legs around his waist. He grinds down on me and I can't help but to think of one of their songs.
The best way to get over someone is to get on top of someone else and move on.
"I want you," he breaths.
I nod, unable to speak. Instead I reach for his shirt. Ripping it over his head, I drag my nails lightly over his chest, watching as he shivers, until I get to his belt buckle. Gripping it, I yank him forward and connect our lips together again.
His hands roam my body as I work at his belt.
"Off," he commands, stripping my hoodie and shirt off. Chris's gaze goes straight to my breasts, covered by a black lace bra.
"Beautiful," he ducks his head down and begins to kiss and suckle at the skin on my collarbone. I moan.
Popping the button of his jeans, I fail to notice Chris unsnapping my bra. He rips the fabric off and attaches his mouth to one of my breasts. Another moan escapes me as my back arches. A gasp soon follows as Chris unexpectedly slips his hand into the front of my jeans and shoves a digit inside my core.
"Fuck," I gasp, letting go of my focus of getting Chris stripped.
He pumps it in and out of me. Moan after moan tumbles out of my swollen lips as a thin layer of sweat beads of my skin. My body tightens around his digit while the pit in my stomach grows. Chris pulls out of me and I mewl in disappointment.
"You really didn't think I was going to let this night end so fast, did you?" Chris smirks as he stands up.
I shake my head no, sitting up.
"On your knees," he unzips his jeans and kicks them off somewhere. Quickly I fall before him, smirking as I lightly brush my fingers against the tent in his boxers.
He grips my hair and pulls my neck back.
"No teasing," he grunts and lets go.
Smirking, I strip off the remaining cloth and take his full harden cock in my hand. Slightly stroking it, I place the tip in my mouth and suck softly. Chris groans above me as my tongue brushes his slit.
"I said, no teasing," Chris laces his hand through the back of head and pushes me down on his cock.
Gagging, I try to relax my throat. A deep moan comes from him as I deep throat Chris, my hand taking what I can't reach. Spit dribbles down my chin as slight tears bead my eyes.
Suddenly, Chris pulls me off of him with a pop and lifts me up before putting me on the couch. Quickly, he discards my jeans and underwear.
"Condom," I suddenly remind.
"Already there," he grunts. The sound of aluminum ripping meets my ears and next, Chris slams into me.
"Shit," I curse, wincing at the sudden pain.
"Sorry, sorry. Tell me when to move," he pants. Lacing our fingers together, Chris holds our hands above our heads.
Gently testing it out, I move my hips slightly. The pain still there but not nearly as bad.
"Move."
Carefully, Chris slowly rocks in and out of me. A pleasurable moan escapes as he slowly speeds up.
"Fuck. You're so-- tight," he grunts into my neck.
I don't respond. Instead, I wrap a leg around his hip and urge him deeper.
"Faster," I breath.
His grip tightens on my hands as he meets my gaze.
"You sure? I don't want to hurt you," he asks, worriedly.
I stare dead straight at him.
"Destroy me. Make me feel something other than this hurt. Make me yours."
Chris's eyes darken as he suddenly rams into me. Going a sickingly fast pace, I can't help the scream of pleasure that comes from me.
Chris releases my hands and places one on my hip and the other on one of my breasts, both grips bruisingly.
"Fuck, Chris," I grunt as he pushes my body deeper into the couch.
His mouth connects with mine and his tongue slips into my mouth. Running my tattooed hands through his hair, I tank on the strands.
"That's right, baby. Say my name. Let everyone know you're mine." He gains control over the kiss quickly.
Moving my hips down against his, I wrap both legs around him and lock my ankles, keeping him in place. He groans as my body clenches around his cock.
"Shit," he curses, sweat causing the hair in his face to stick to his forehead.
"You're so huge," I whimper as he hits that one spot.
"It could be like this always," he pants in my ear. I'm getting close. Extremely close.
"Just be mine, (y/n). Be mine."
He burys his head in my shoulder as I dig my nails into his tattooed shoulders. Tossing my head back, I squeak. Tears form from the overwhelming pleasure.
"I'm yours." I breath as he rocks into me, slowing down into a steady pace. Chris removes his face and looks at me.
"I'm yours," I repeat, meeting his gaze.
Chris looks at me so lovingly and presses a feverish kiss to me, our tongues rolling together.
"Now," he commands.
Chris rams into me one last time and I explode. Moaning, I feel Chris finish as he continues to move through our orgasms.
Panting, Chris collapses on me, not bothering to pull out as he rolls onto his side, pulling me close.
"Sleep, doll," he kisses my forehead, pulling the blanket on the back of the couch over us. "I'll be here when you wake."
Snuggling into his chest, I smile and press a soft kiss to the warm skin before allowing sleep to take over.
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Oh my god. This is so bad. I am so sorry.
Xx-Cruelty💋
