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Fallon sat in the passenger seat of a rented out motor home. Chris was driving, but they kept taking it in turns when the other got tired.
Chris smiled over to the girl, they had decided to go travelling for a couple of months. Just the two of them, they had said they wanted to do it when they first learnt to drive as teens and only now at the age of twenty they had decided to carry out their dream.
He reached across and placed his hand on the girls thigh. He leant back in his seat and effortlessly used one hand to steer. They were just driving down a long country road, so it wasn't as if there were many people on the road.
Fallon had to bite back a smile at the touch. She lowered her head and allowed her hair to fall in front of her face to hide the blush.
Chris smirked, knowing that it had an affect on the girl. He gave her thigh a light squeeze, before beginning to trace patterns on her inner thigh.
Her heart was racing at the small interaction. She wondered if Chris was doing it on purpose because he knew it had an affect on her or if he didn't realised.
"Christopher." Fallon whispered as she grabbed his hand. Chris hummed in response, a cocky smirk forming on his face. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing." He shrugged. "Why?"
"Cause you're doing something and it's not funny." Fallon turned and faced him. Chris furrowed his brows, pretending to not know what the girl was talking about. "Fine. Okay. I'm going to sit in the back."
Chris nodded in response as he watched the girl climb over her seat and into the back. He couldn't help but let his eyes travel down to her ass, which was in a pair of tight shorts.
Fallon didn't miss it, she caught him staring at her. And for some reason, it gave her the cliche butterflies.
A smirk played on her face as she slowly unbuttoned her top. She pulled it off and searched for a spare shirt. Her eyes flickered up to Chris, who couldn't help but watch her through the rear view mirror.
"Take a photo, Christopher, it'll last longer." Fallon stated, causing Chris to burn bright red.
"Don't call me that." Chris said sternly.
"Well, what do you want me to call you?" Fallon questioned teasingly as she made her way back to the front of the motor home.
She placed a soft kiss on his cheek, dangerously close to his lips. She held back a smirk as she saw the way it affected him. Slowly, Fallon began to kiss down his jaw and neck.
Chris let out a low moan as she left a hickey. He tried to remain concentrated on the road. But it was hard. Thankfully, there were no other cars on the road.
"Really?" Fallon questioned, pulling away and raising her brow at the boy.
"Shut up." Chris grumbled, hating that she had this affect on him. She could get him to do anything without a second thought.
"Make me." She whispered into his ear, kissing down his neck again.
Chris let out a shaky breath before grabbing the girls waist and pulling her into his lap.
He had one hand on the wheel and he knew soon, they would have to pull over. His grip on the girl tightened as he pulled her closer, making her grind down on him. Fallon let out a moan, much to Chris' surprise.
"Fuck." He uttered, his finger tips digging into her hips, he was sure they'd leave bruises.
"Chris." The girl whispered. "Pull over. Now." Chris nodded as the girl climbed off of him and made her way to the back of the motor home.
The man didn't hesitate in climbing into the back after her pulled over. He swiftly pulled his top over his head before lightly pushing the girl down and hovering above her.
His lips connected with hers. The almost familiar taste of her vanilla chapstick against his lips. Her hands gripped his hair, tugging lightly, pulling him as close as possible.
Chris' hands fiddled with the button on the girls shorts, desperately wanting them off.
He wanted her. He needed her.
There was always so much tension between the two. But this was the first time they had properly acted up on it. He wasn't sure if it was just because they were on the road and there was no one else about or if it was something else.
Either way, he was happy he was with her.
Fallon quickly undid the belt buckle on Chris' jeans, before working on the button.
Chris pulled away from the girl to kiss down her neck, collar bone and then down her toned stomach. With each hickey he left, she let out a heavenly moan.
He smirked as he kissed her thighs, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin. He knew it was driving her insane. From the way she squirmed beneath his touch or she tried to pull him close or the way that his name rolled so effortlessly off her tongue.
"Are you sure?" Chris questioned.
"I'm sure." She paused. "Please Chris, I need you."
He didn't want to ruin their friendship. But if she wanted this as much as he did-
-then surely they were meant to be more than friends.
