'Til Death - Chris Motionless Love Story

Chapter Nine - Nightmares and Sex

SALEM'S POV
Everything was covered in crimson red, brain matter splattered on the walls and mirror. Looking down I noticed blood on my hands, but it wasn't my own. No, I wasn't injured. I began to panic and cry as I huffed for air, then as I looked up into the mirror there he was, behind me, the gun in his hand. I quickly turned to face him. The hole in the side of his head was telling of his injuries as it dripped blood, his eye completely missing, a look of betrayal on the only parts of his face that were left after the blast.

"You did this to me," he whispered. I backed up against the counter, and suddenly the gun was in my hands. I shook my head.

"I'm so sorry, Anthony," I cried. I couldn't control any of my actions, my hands were pointing the gun at him.

"Why would you do this to me!" His screams were high pitched and filled with anger and betrayal.

"I didn't do this! It's not my fault!" Then, BANG!
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"Salem! Salem, wake up! Come on, it's just a dream!" Chris was shaking me awake, and then pulled me onto his lap. It took me a few seconds to come back to earth, and finally realize where I was. I was in the hotel room, on the soft bed with the covers pulled over me, sobbing into Chris' bare chest as he stroked my hair back. Only, I don't remember going to bed or even coming to the hotel. "You passed out on the couch in Pete's office while we visited. You were drained for sure. I have to say, there were a lot of inquiring looks when I carried an unconscious woman in." That makes sense. I rubbed my eyes and wiped my tears as I calmed down finally, realizing I was safe in Chris' arms. However, I still couldn't shake that dream off. It left a bad taste in my mouth, like a cheap bitter wine.

"What time is it?" I asked groggily. Chris reached over and looked at his phone.

"It is 6pm. You've been asleep for awhile. After I got you situated I got in the other bed." I rubbed my eyes again, then looked over to see my phone on the nightstand and my clothes scattered about. I must have been exhausted, I don't remember getting out of my clothes even. My phone began to ring so I instinctively picked it up, and not to my surprise it was Ash wanting to go out since I was in town. I had the phone on speaker and turned to look at Chris.

"I don't know, Ash, I'm pretty exhausted. Besides, you know I hate bars." I tried to get out of it. Truly I did not want to go out, but Chris took the phone from me.

"Send us the address and we will meet you there." After that he hung up on her, and handed me my phone back. I shook my head at him and laid back down. He laid down next to me on his side and pushed a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "You need to get out, you can't just stay secluded in the hotel room." He had a point. I reluctantly pulled myself out of the comfort of the bed and walked over to my bag. I pulled out a black distressed sweater and some black skinny jeans. I figured that would be okay for a night out, especially since it was thirty degrees. As I bent down to pull my jeans over my legs I heard a whistle from behind me. I looked over my shoulder and Chris was propped up, staring at me like I was something to eat.

I smirked and turned away, "stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" He was practically drooling.

"Like I'm something to eat."

"Maybe I'm hungry." I shivered when I felt his cold hands on my waist, and his warm breath on my neck. He kissed my shoulder softly, then trailed the kisses up my neck, causing me to let out a small groan. I felt him smirk against my skin as he unfastened the clasp on my bra, then he brushed the straps off my shoulders to let my bra fall to the ground. Chris softly cupped my breasts in his hands, rolling my nipples between his fingers. I leaned back against him and he quickly picked me up and threw me down on the bed as I giggled. Chris started to pull off my jeans that I had just put on, then got himself positioned in between my legs. He leaned down and kissed me passionately his tongue grazing mine. He'd nip at my lip every now and then, and let his lips trail down to my neck where he left marks for everyone to see.

"Ch-Chris," I groaned. He looked up at me with a smirk and a sparkle in his brown eyes.

"You're mine, and everyone needs to see that." I was too caught up in the moment to even argue. I needed this. Chris abruptly pulled my panties down, tossing them to the side, then delved his tongue into me. My back arched as I clawed the sheets. Chris shoved two fingers in, starting to stretch me out, then began to massage my spot and lick my clit. It was a combination that truly was about make me explode. My hips started to buck against him, my toes curled.

"Chris, f-fuck, please don't stop!" I begged. I felt him grin as he sped up, and I could feel it building until I bursted. Chris continued to go, tasting my cum on his tongue as it spilled out. He curved his fingers to give a few final thrusts with them, making sure I had nothing left for him. I began to scream his name and he quickly withdrew his fingers, then placed them in my mouth.

"Shh, baby. I want you to know how good you taste to me." I licked his soaking fingers, and heard him release a small groan. "Fuck, baby, I want to fuck you until you scream and cry, until the morning time."

"P-please," I begged, "please fuck me." God, I sounded like his personal whore, and I had no reservations about it. He smirked, then pulled our his erection from his boxers. He wasted no time, going straight in. His hand was safely placed against my throat, lightly choking me, and his thumb was in my mouth. Chris withdrew his hand from my neck, pulled back, then quickly flipped me over. He wrapped his arm around to my stomach and hoisted me up to where my hips were level with his. This was a new one for me, but I wasn't going to turn it down. He glided in easily as I was soaked in my own cum and desire, the started slowly pushing in and out.

"Is this okay, baby? I don't ever want to do something you're not okay with." Really? Caring at a time like this? I'd let him slap my face and call me a slut, the man truly does not know me. Maybe we will have to have a discussion about what I want...

"Y-yes, keep going," I urged. He did as I asked.

"Do you want me to go faster?"

"Yes, please." He picked up the pace as he pulled me back on him.

"Harder?"

"Please!" I screamed out. His hips began to slam against me and I gripped onto the bed. His hands had a tight grip on my waist, then I felt one leave it. Chris slapped my ass, making it sting, but I loved it. No one had ever been this rough with me, though he was only the second man I had been with. I begged for more and he did as I asked, spanking me harder. Chris pushed in and went up, causing me to scream in pleasure, and he instinctively placed his hand against my mouth to hush me so no one would hear. I tighten around him as I caved, and began to cum. His groans got louder and deeper.

"Fuck, Salem, baby, I'm going to cum," Chris groaned out. I felt him begin to release into me and I moaned again. Fuck, I never knew that could feel so good. When he pulled out he admired the mess that was left, then slapped my ass one last time. I slowly rolled back over and Chris leaned down to place kiss on my forehead. "I'm gonna clean up, put your clothes on so we can head out." And we were back to normal, stern Chris. Just when I think maybe there's progress, we digress just a little. If only I could get over his brick wall he's built.