Love to Hate You (Chris Evans)

Creep

Before Angela flew out for a shoot, Anthony decided to throw a party marking the end of awards season. Sebastian begged for Angela to go with him, if only to save himself from an ex that was supposed to be going as well. "Rață, I thought you were over her?"

"I am. I am, I swear, I just, you know, when its Chris and Anthony and alcohol..."

"Fine," Angela rolled her eyes but internally she was excited since Chris was going to be there. "But you owe me hangover food."

"Deal."

The night of the party was typical. Lots of booze, people and laughter. Angela came in with a short black skirt and blue cami with a white sweater. Ever the perfectionist, she swept her hair up into a long ponytail with a bow, trying to be whimsy. That's not how Chris saw it.

While she was getting a drink, she felt a familiar warmth ghosting her sides. "You are not that innocent, My Ice Queen," he whispered in her ear. "Teasing me with your innocent school girl look."

"I am innocent," she retorted, turning to face him. She looked into his eyes but there was nothing familiar in them, just the black look from his lust filled pupils. "Chris," she softly moaned.

"Meet me in the master bathroom in a hour. I need to make you weak in the knees. But I just got here, and I have to make the rounds first," he whispered. "It's nice to see you Angela," he says out loud with a swift kiss to her cheek. He walked away as she checked him out with his leather jacker, white shirt, blue jeans that cupped his ass just right and a red belt.

Angela remained stunned for a moment when Sebastian came up with Anthony. "Duck, was Chris just... nice to you?"

She blinked and looked at them. "Yes?"

"Dammit." Anthony took out his wallet and handed Sebastian a crisp hundred. Angela looked at the exchanged and then at them. "This asshole said that Chris would be nice to you at my party, and I didn't think that would ever be possible. Now I need to jump him so I can get my money back. Excuse me." He left in search of Chris and Angela and Sebastian just started laughing.

For the next hour, Angela would mingle, still garnering congratulations on the shoot and questions on her next project. She was scheduled to be in Houston next then Miami. She chatted but kept looking at her phone, checking the time. When an hour had passed, she made her way to the bedrooms quietly and into the master. She looked around to make sure no one saw her and closed the door just as a hand covered her mouth and another gripped her waist. "don't make a sound, my queen."

He pulled her into the bathroom locking the door and lifted her onto the counter. Chris kissed her hard, gripping the back of her head. She moaned quietly, unable to hold back. "I thought I said to be quiet."

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Doesn't matter. You are just going to have to try and keep quiet so no one hears us, got it." She nodded, biting her lip. "Good, because I'm doing everything I can to get you to scream." He got on his knees and spread her legs wide. He lifted her skirt and grasped her panties as he kissed the inside of her thighs.

"Chris," she moaned as quietly as she could.

"Oh baby, I love it when you moan my name." She lifted her hips so he could slide her panties off. He placed a gentle kiss on her mound, and she shuddered. "Oh, you like that?" She nodded vigorously. "Good." He slid his tongue over the folds, tasting what was his, his queen. She grabbed his hair, trying to keep quiet from all of the delicious sensations she was feeling.

Chris never stopped trying to pull a loud moan from her. He could feel her trying to hold back. He moaned at her taste, "god, baby, this pussy is amazing," he praised. She grasped the counter as she felt her core tighten, ready to break. Chris decided it was time to add more, sliding a finger in and hitting her spot inside. She clamped her mouth and she screamed, rolling her eyes to the back of her head. Chris smiled; he loved to watch her come apart. He gave no mercy, pumping his hand with an additional finger. "C'mon Angie, cum for me."