More Than Friends

New years

Chris

"What do you think you're doing?"
Scott and I look up to see a very angry— beautiful, but angry—Bell.
We looked at each other and swallowed the little cupcakes we were eating. Bell narrows her eyes at us, we know we're in trouble. Bell has been running from side to side getting the house ready for today.
After we came back from Orlando, Scarlett called Bell to make plans for new years. She came to the house and between Bell, Scott, Steve and Scarlett, they started planning everything. I just sat there with Bell in my arms and nodded at everything Bell said.
I've never planned a party, usually Scott is the one to take care of things. So, naturally I just agreed with everything Bell wanted.
She has great taste and I was more than happy to oblige to whatever she wanted. but to be a hundred percent honest, she could have said she wanted a unicorn and I would find a way to get her one. Everyones knows it and they weren't shy in teasing me about it.
We got the entire garden filled with lights, chairs and tables. We covered up the pool to avoid accidents and we placed a bar there. I found a really good DJ—It was my only task— so I helped install the speakers.
Bell had the great idea to put a small metal tree—that she fucking made—in the midel of the garden, with a table filled with red ribons next to it. The point of it is to write down a wish you hope will come true this new year and tie it to one of the branches of the tree. The tree is made out of golden, thin, wire. It took her two days to make it. It would've taken her a couple of hours but I liked distracting her, and I love how she can't resist me any more than I can resist her.
Today she spent all morning at her mom's backing some treats for tonight. Her mom has really been making an effort to make it up to Bell. They go to brunch together, shop together— even though Bell hates shopping— her mom visits her at work and has some of her friends buying her paintings.
Jason and Jeremy are back in Boston. Jason's staying at Bell's apartment, after all, she spends all her time here with me and Scott. I can't even remember the last time we spent a night at her place. When Jason and I got to her place he whistled and shook his head, he turned to me and said "You should just ask her to move in with you, dude. This looks like a ghost town, is there even any of her stuff left here?" I hadn't noticed that almost all her stuff was at my place and honestly it was my doing. I always packed her a bag before we returned home, so basically, I started moving her in with me.
Jeremy and Karol got a house near Bell's mom. Natasha wants to help with the baby as much as she can, so it was a good arrangement. Bell and her brothers have a deal to go for dinner twice a week, to catch up on lost time when they left. Sometimes Karol and I are invited to these dinners, but it's mostly sibling time. I don't mind it. Bell always comes home with the biggest smile on her face, and that's all I want.
She has been so happy my heart swells in my chest and i can't help but mirror her happiness. I've also accompanied her to her dad's grave. After I gave her the necklace she has felt closer to her dad and she has felt he needs to go see him. The first time, she went alone. But when she came back she crawled onto my lap and asked me to please go with her next time.
Like I would deny this woman anything she asked of me.
But right now, Bell is shooting daggers at me and Scott. In our defense we couldn't help ourselves. We knew Bell knew how to cook, but bake desserts? Unheard of, until today. And they're so fucking good.
"Those are for tonight, not for you two to snack on."
"Sorry, Angel." I've noticed how her eyes sparkle every time I call her angel. So I made a habit to do so. Also, she is my angel. "But you didn't tell us you knew how to bake and you left us unsupervised."
She blinked.
"You're joking right? You're forty and thirty eight years old."
"So? You left us unsupervised with six trays of mini desserts. How the hell did you expect Chris and I to keep our hands to ourselves? Especially with how good your baking is."
I could see how Bell was fighting a smile, that only made my smile wider. She took a deep breath and made her way to us.
"You're so lucky I love both of you and that I know you very well."
Scott and I look at each other and frown. Bell opens one of the cabinets and takes out a box, she puts it on the table and opens it. There are various mini desserts she prepared.
"You can eat from this box, leave the trays alone. Those are for the guests. Understood?"
Scott just nods like crazy, not taking his eyes off the box.
"Bell, I love you. You're the best friend I could have ever asked for."
She laughs as Scott grabs as much as his hands can carry and leaves us alone in the kitchen. I grab her waist and pull her to me.
"You really know us."
She takes a deep breath and fists my shirt as I bring her closer to my body.
"I really, really do."
She pulls out a small bag of jellybeans from her pocket and I throws my head back laughing.
"Oh, Angel. What did I ever do to deserve you?" She gives me the biggest smile she can handle and pulls me down to kiss her. She brushes her lips on my for a moment before pulling my lower lip between her teeth, ripping a growl out of me. "Angel, behave."
She smiles up at me, all the lust and desire in her eyes could set me on fire. "Or what?"
I chuckle. That little vixen.
"Or I'll bend you over this table and spank your ass."
She shiver under my touch and I have to fight back another growl. After Orland Bell has been more open about what she wants in bed, and I'm more than happy to give it to her. She also noticed how I was restraining myself, she was grateful that I let her get comfortable first. But after our last night in Orlando I've been walking around with a permanent hard on.
"I would really like that."
She cupps my cock in her hands and gives me one stroke through my slacks. My whole body tenses, my blood goes straight to my cock and I have the urge to go through with what I just told her.
"Do you?"
She nods, her breath more intense with anticipation. I smirk at her, not taking my eyes off her. I step back and place my hands on the counter behind me.
"Turn around. Bend over."
She does as she's told, giving me the perfect view of her round ass. My cock twitches in my pants and I have to fight the urge to drop my pants and fuck her as hard as I can. I approached her and lifted her dress up.
Bell started using a lot of dresses lately. She wanted to change the way she dressed, she look beautifl in whatever the fuck she wears. But I have more access to her this way and she uses the excuse of being cold so I "warm her up".
Yes, I fucking love it when she waers dresses.
a growl escapes me at the view in front of me.
"Bell."
"Yes?"
"You're not wearing underwear."
And she's fucking soked. Her arousal is dripping down her thighs and I can see her pussy clenching. This woman is going to be the fucking death of me. I feel the urge to drop to my knees and fest on her like a starved man. Her taste in my mouth will never be enough. Having her all to myself, will never be enough.
"Really? I guess I forgot."
"Did you? or were you hoping to tempt me and get exactly what you want?" I grab her ass in both my hands and spread them apart. Jesus, this sight is enough to make me come on the spot.
"Would it work?"
"Depends, Angel.'' I laean closer to her ear. she shivers at the feeling of my lip brushing the shell of her ear. "What is it that you want?"
"I want your mouth on my pussy. Please." I chuckle and stand up straight.
"Oh, Angel. I love it when you beg. But you wanted me to punish you, so we start there."
"Wha—"
I landed my hand on her ass, making her yelp. it's not hard enough to hurt her. But it is hard enough to leave my handprint there.
"I want you to count, Angel. You're going for five." I landed another slap on the same spot. "I can't hear you, baby."
"Two."
"Good girl."
I landed another slap on her other cheek, a little bit harder this time. A small moan escaped her mouth and my cock pressed painfully against my zipper.
"Three."
She's geting so fucking wet with every strick I give her. This is the first time we do something like this and the fact that she's loving every second of this as much as me, is enough to almost make me lose control.
Almost.
"Fuck, Angel. you're making a mess."
Her pussy clenches one more time before she lifts her hips higher and brings her ass closer to me.
"Chris, please."
Fuck me.
I land another slap in the same place. My handprints on both her ass cheeks.
"Four."
She whimpers when I swooth the area with my hand. I landed the last one harder and the most delicious moan came out of her.
"Five."
The word barely comes out of her mouth when I'm already on my knees behind her. I flatten my tongue on her and lick her for a clit to slit and she pushes her hips back. I spread her legs wider and hook my arms around her tights. I bring her closer to me and devour her like a starved man. She's screaming like no one could hear her. And honestly I don't care if Steve and Scott hear her. They already know how we are and Scott will definitely ask her what happened in ditali. So... Fuck it.
The moment I bring two fingers into her, she comes undone with my name on her lips. I lick her clean and stand up. I carefully help her stand up, her legs buckle and I lift her up in my arms. She lets her head fall on my shoulder.
"Bell, are you alright?"
She looks up at me, still high on her orgasm. She gives me a bright smile and nods.
"Yes. I think I'm going to start misbehaving from now on."
I chuckle and start walking towards the door.
"I don't think you will," She looks at me with a frown. So I explain myself. "You like being a good girl."
I went to the stairs to take her to our room. She starts playing with my beard, giving it little tugs.
"I do, but you can tell me what a good girl I am taking my punishment."
I growl and I can see a small smile pulling at her lips. She knows exactly what she's doing to me and it's driving me crazy. I get to our room and sit her down on the bed.
"Stay."
I go to the bathroom and turn on the bathtub. We still have 2 hours before everyone starts getting here and we're already done getting everything ready, so I want to take care of her. When I'm happy with the temperature of the water I go back to the bedroom. Bell's right where I left her. I mentaly snort. Yeah, right. like she's going to misbehave.
Don't get me wrong, she loves doing exactly the contrary to what people tell her. She gets these little moments of defiance and I find it extremely cute. But when it comes to sex, she loves folowing orders. She gets off on submitting to me. And I get off on telling her what to do.
I extend my hand to her and she takes it. I help her to her feet and proceed to take off her dress. Of course she's not waring fucking anything undearneath. She gives me a small smile like she doesn't know how the hell she ended up with no underwear underneath her dress.
I ignored the urge to put her over my knee and spank her again. Instead I lift her up again and take her to the bathroom. I place her gently in the tub, she sights and closes her eyes at the feeling of the hot water around her. I start to walk away when she grabs my hand.
"You're not staying?"
I can see the concern on her face. She loves everything we do, but of course she needs aftercare. And I will always give it to her. I kiss her forehead and smile.
"Of course I am, angel. I'm just going to get some towels."
She lets go of the breath she was holding. if only she knew i need that aftercare as much as she does. I will never leave her hanging and the feeling of her in my arms after having her, is everything I need. I get the towels and get back to her. I strip down, enjoying her eyes on me, I get into the tub behind her. I bring her back to my front and start rubbing her shoulders.
"You didn't come."
She looks up at me and I smile.
"It wasn't about me, angel. I wanted to give you pleasure. And by doing so, it brough pleasure to me."
She's silent for a moment, I can see her thinking hard. It amuses me, so I wait for her to find a way to tell me what she's thinking.
"What if—"
She cuts herself off and I trail my hand down to her belly.
"Yes, Bell?"
"What if giving you pleasure, also brings me pleasure?" I chuckle and bring her closer to my body, I start rubbing her skin with a loofah and she relaxes into me.
"After everything we've been through, I think you can be more vague, angel."
She looks at me the best she can and takes a deep breath.
"I really, really like sucking your cock."
Fuck. Me.
Out of everything I thought she could say to me, that was the last thing I expected her to say. I blink once. Twice.
"Well, angel. If you ever feel like you want my cock. Just kneel and ask nicely."
I'm not sure if I said it as a joke, or if I was dead serious about it. But the fire in Bell's eyes makes me decide that I'm dead serious. I don't know if she will actually do it, but if she does... I'm going to lose my fucking mind.
After our bath we got ready to welcome everyone, Bell takes a little bit longer than I do. So I headed downstairs to welcome everyone. The moment I get downstairs, someone throws her arms around me.
"Chris, it's so good to see you." Natasha pulls back and my smile grows on my face. "It's so beautiful. You guys did a fantastic job."
I grab her hands and give a small squeez.
"Thank you Natasha, but really it was all your daughter. I just managed to get a DJ and get busted eating the cupcakes before the party started."
She throws her head back, laughing.
"Don't feel too bad. Bell's brothers used to do the exact same thing. One time we found them in my closet with a full tray. Or at least, it was full."
"Okay, mom. You can stop the stories before you say something so embarrassing that will make us move away again." Jeremy says as his cheeks turn red. "Hey, man," I give Jeremy a quick hug. "So, where's my sister?"
"She's still getting ready but if you like you can go upstairs with her."
"Thanks, I'll be right back."
I keep welcoming people into our house for a little while. Everyone gets comfortable and I see Bell going around to say 'hi' to everyone. Everyone loved her idea of the tree, and I can already see a couple of ribbons on it. Bell looks so happy and beautiful, I'm tempted to put her over my shoulder and take her upstairs to have her all to myself.
"You going to stand here all night, eye fucking your girl?"
I turn and find a smiling Scarlett. I shake my head and hug her.
"How are you Scar-Jo?"
"I'm good. Now don't change the subject." I shake my head and laugh. "What's the deal? she practically lives with you, you can't stand being away from her, and you look at her like she's leaving a rainbow trail behind her." I keep laughing. It's true. "It would be uncumfterbal as Fuck if i wasnt in love myself."
I try to get my laugh under control. "I dont know—"
"Don't give me that shit, Evans. I've been your friend for years now. So spill."
I look back at Bell. She's laughing as Jason takes her out to the dance floor to dance with him. He's not good at it, but he loves making his little sister laugh. I'm so enchanted by her, words just come out of me.
"Im so fucking in love with her. She makes everything better, she makes me better. I would walk through fucking hell for her, if it meant i could see her smile for the rest of my life. There's no one else for me, that's been clear to me for a long time now. She's everything I want... for the rest of my life."
Bell throws her head back and gives the most beautiful laugh I've ever heard. Then she locks eyes with me and her smile widens. She's the one, she's the woman I want to wake up next to for the rest of my life. i want her to be the mother of my children, i want to be with her through the good and the bad. And I want to make her happy, I want her to feel loved. I want all of it. She's the first woman that makes me want more. And I'll never let her go.
Scarlett touches my arm, bringing me back from my thoughts. She looks so happy and I could swear she wants to cry.
"I think you know what you have to do then." I shake my head.
"It's too soon."
"Fuck that. Chris, you're in love with her, you know you want her. And I bet my life that she wants you in the same way. You've been together only six month. Who cares?" I look down at my feet and smile. "Chris, when you find that person who makes everything worth it. You dont fucking wait, for the right time. Because it might never come."
I shake my head and take a drag of my beer.
"That's not what I'm saying."
I have mistchive written all over my face. She knows I have a plan. I'm not waiting for the right moment to come. I'm creating the right moment.