Aftertaste - A Chris Evans Story

9

Flashback - 1 Year Earlier

"Guys we're gonna head to our rooms, remember you've for a 5am wake up" Megan says to Chris as she and Lucy stand up and prepare to head up for the night. Currently we're in the hotel bar having some drinks and it's almost 11pm.

"That code for don't get drunk?" Chris smirks.

"You know it - behave!" She warns and points her finger at him. "Otherwise I'm gonna be the one telling you to 'Eat Shit'"

He shrugs, "I mean it's a pretty good line, I wouldn't blame you for wanting to use it more often - I know I will be".

Now I have the image of him stubbing his toe or something stupid like that and telling it to go 'eat shit'. I try and keep my composure so they don't question what I'm laughing to myself about. It would be pretty embarrassing to say the least.

"And even though you've got a day off tomorrow, you're not knocking back the booze either" Lucy now threatens lightly., rooting around her bag for her room key.

"I promise to be good" I pout jokingly.

Megan grins, "Not with Mr bad influence over there, you'd better look after her! I'm not gonna take any responsibility for whatever shit you get her into."

The only thing he's getting me into tonight is his bed...

"I will, I will" Chris now assures her.

They really do have no idea what could possibly happen after they're gonna leave us. But I know, it's obvious to us both. "We'll see you guys in the morning". Lucy says and after bidding us goodnight, she and Megan finally go to their rooms.

"So, Mr bad influence, you gonna stay true to your word and look after me? Because you know you'll be in the shit if you don't keep your word".

He laughs, "Another couple won't hurt Wynter, life's too short".

We have some more drinks brought to the table and he passes me mine, taking a swig from his beer bottle and now looking intensely at me across the table we're sat at. It's the only thing keeping us apart at the moment - and the only obstacle stopping us from getting any closer. we shouldn't anyway, not when there's other guests around. Even though they're talking and drinking, I know that they recognise us.

Now I bring up about what happened earlier in the trailer.

"Why did you really want to see me tonight"?

"You know why" His look is serious, "Can't lie when I say there's something there..."

I stare at my glass, "You have Jenny..."

"Like I said, it's complicated", and then he sighs. "Ever...things aren't exactly great right now. What I have with her is far different to what I have with you".

"Do you love her?"

"Like I said, complicated..."

They've been together for a few years, a lot of people have asked when he's gonna put a ring on it. Just that thought makes me sick, knowing how I now feel and what he does too. I knock back another drink and move onto the next.

Fuck what Lucy says, I'll get smashed if I want to.

"Ever. I meant what I said back in the trailer earlier on".

I give him a naughty look. "I felt it".

There's an instant fire in his eyes that ignites once I mention this. "Feeling it right now..."

This man makes me feel so impulsive that the words are out of my mouth before I can even stop them. "Your room or mine Evans?"

He gets up silently and so do I, both of us heading out of the bar and up to the floor that his room is on. We take the lift in silence, both of us trying to hold back from pouncing on one another until we get to our safe space.

No one has to know.

No one will know.

It's just between us.

Neither of us still speak as he unlocks the door to his room and stands aside to let me pass. I turn to him once he's in and closes the door. The room now plunged back into darkness as the light from the hallway is closed off.

Now the bravery hits me, and I pull my top over my head, undoing my jeans and stepping out of them, walking to him and cupping him through his trousers. As our eyes meet again, he leans in and kisses me, hands sliding down my waist and tugging my underwear to one side. "Legs. Open". Is all he growls and pushes his hand between them, fingers trailing up and down between my folds.

He chuckles into my mouth as he feels me already ready for him. "I think we know where we stand Wynter".

"I think I know where I wanna be laying, fuck standing". I say in between his kiss.

"We can fuck standing all you want..." He tells me as his hand works between my legs, rubbing my clit and already letting me feel the yearning for him to be inside of me.

I rip his shirt from him once I've got the buttons undone and we end up on the bed, Chris now crawling over me and caging me between him and the mattress. His head dips down to my chest and pulls one of my breasts out from one of the cups of my bra, tongue swirling around my nipple until he then begins to suck gently on it.

I don't hesitate in letting out a small moan. This only makes him do it more until he lifts me gently up and undoes the clasp around the back, chucking it over his shoulder once it's off. I can feel him through his trousers, already so hard. "Trousers off, now!" I beg desperately.

He looks smug, knowing the effect he has on me and takes them off, then removing his underwear.

Fuck...

I am not gonna be walking normally tomorrow. My legs instantly have spread open for him and I arch my back to pull the last piece of offending clothing from me.

Then he's on me once more. The tip of him teasing up and down my folds, mouth kissing my chest, breasts, neck. He doesn't leave any marks even though I want him to. It would only raise questions. "Your so fucking beautiful Ev". He says in hushed whisper to me before beginning to slowly slide inside.

I let out another moan, feeling my walls stretch to accommodate him. The sensation now being that it's like he was made for me. "Fuuuck..." he growls and begins to start off with gentle thrusts, my hips instantly finding their rhythm to move against his own. He becomes quicker, getting deeper somehow every time until he's all but hitting my cervix.

Then he finds a spot that makes me mewl with pleasure. "You like it there Ev? I'll be remembering that for future reference".

I can't even reply as now the coil inside of me has well and truly tightened, my walls clenching him until I begin to lose control.

"Let me hear that scream gorgeous, scream my name".

I do...

I could scream the entire city down at this rate, he keeps on fucking me through my orgasm, then cumming hard into me with a low growl that ricochet's from the back of  his throat.

He pulls out and collapses next to me, both of us gasping for air. We lay against one another, recovering and coming down from the thrill of what we have just done.

His arms wrap themselves around me and I feel a new found sense of comfort. "Ever..." he breaks the silence.

"Yeah?" I look up from where my head rests on his chest and see him now throw me a knowing look.

He wants this just as much as I do...

He wants me.

"What are you doing tomorrow evening?"