Illicit Affairs ~ A Chris Motionless Love Story

Chapter One - Just Casual Fucking

If you couldn't tell by the title, this will get explicit right off the bat. Enjoy!

SCARLETT'S POV
I tapped my pencil repeatedly at my drawing desk, unsatisfied with everything that came out of it. I needed a new flash sheet to display at my shop, something that didn't have stuff hundreds of people had gotten. I was almost my own worst critic. I would be if it weren't for my ex, that dick. I shrug away his memory and reach for my phone, which had multiple missed calls from my friend Hailey. Truly, I was in no mood for a night out. At all. But she always had a way of persuading me into it.

"Come on Scar, I know you don't drink anymore, but please? We're meeting up with a few other friends, and it'd be nice if you came with." She begged. I sighed and rubbed my temples out of frustration. "Pleeeeaaassseee!" She drug it out. I groaned.

"Fine," I agree, "I'll go, but no setting me up. That didn't end well last time." The thought of Noah popped back in my head, and I shook my head as if I was shaking it out.
I fixed my outfit in the mirror. It consisted of black platform boots, black flare pants, and a low cut corset tank top. I paired it with some accessories and headed out to my car. I revved the engine, smiling at the sound of my Hellcat. If hard work had a sound, it'd be that. When I walked in Hailey flagged me down and I walked over to her. She was in a group mixed with girls and guys and I walked over to join her. She handed me a water with a lemon in it.

"Guys! This is Scarlett," she introduced me, "she's been my friend for a long while!" I really had been. We went all the way back to middle school, and now here we are. 23 years old, in careers, one of us , being me, owns a business. Life was... Okay. Mostly. I examined everyone in the group, but could feel eyes on me. My eyes finally met with who was staring me down. He was taller, and had dark hair with dark eyes, covered in tattoos. I knew him from somewhere, but couldn't place him exactly. Maybe I had tattooed him before. I had after all tattooed half of Scranton practically. I looked away, breaking our awkward eye contact, and tuned back into the boring conversation at hand. As I talked and smiled and laughed I could feel him staring at my lips that were painted black. What was he thinking about I wondered? He wasn't a bad looking man, and if he were to approach with the idea of a one night stand I wouldn't be apposed, but I wasn't going to ask. Eventually everyone drunkenly wandered over to the dance floor, leaving me alone with 'Tall Mysterious Stranger' as I had labeled him in my mind. He didn't say much, and stayed to himself, but we kept stealing glances at each other. After a few minutes he moved to my side of the table and held out a hand for me to shake. I took it in mine.

"I'm Chris, by the way," he shouted over the loud music. I finally placed him.

"Yes, that's right! I know you now. I'm Scarlett." He smiled at me, knowing what I was remembering him from. 

"You don't exactly seem like a party person, what are you doing here?" He asked. I shrugged, for I really didn't know why I was there other than for Hailey. He smiled kindly at me and grabbed his jacket. "I'm going to head to my house, if you want to follow you can. We can talk more there, where it's quiet." Was he really inviting me over already? Oh, whatever, I could use this. It had been months after all since I'd been touched in any physical way that wasn't a supportive hug from a friend after a horrible breakup. I followed close behind his black BMW, and soon we pulled up to his house. It was beautiful, and well kept. Just a simple two story house with white bricking, black siding, and black roofing. It was very modern. He pulled his car into a garage, and I pulled into his driveway. I followed him in through his garage, and he hung my jacket and purse on a hook for me. I thanked him, and he said, "Of course,". He was a gentleman, that is until we got into the bedroom. We stumbled over our feet and various objects as we walked with our lips pressed to each others, and his fingers entangled in my bright red hair. He pulled softly on it, earning small groans from me every time he did. I felt the back of my knees hit the bed, and he knocked me down onto it, then undid the strings on my top, freeing my breasts. He smirked and began kissing down my neck, to my chest, then to my torso. I squirmed under his lips, enjoying every second of it, and he stripped off my pants. I was glad I wore my black lace panties in that moment, but they didn't last long before he ripped them off of me. I felt his tongue press against my folds, and then it found my clit. He gave my clit a quick lick, and smirked as I moaned and squirmed. His hands rested on my hips as he began to tease me with his tongue. My hands ran through his hair and tugged as he kept on, this time he had slipped two fingers inside of me as he licked. My back arched, and I quickly exploded in his mouth. As I caught my breath and came down from my orgasm I heard his belt unbuckle, and his pants unzip. I was glad we weren't finished yet, honestly. He pulled out his cock and gave it a couple of strokes, then positioned himself in between my legs. His hands pressed firmly in the mattress as he began to slide in. I took a deep breath as he did so, relaxing and adjusting to his size. 

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" He asked as he continued to push in. I shook my head. It was a good kind of hurt. Chris started out with slow thrusts at first, but started to pick up his pace once he felt I was well adjusted. I clung onto the sheets on his bed as I felt him thrust in and out of me, and soon he pulled my legs up onto his shoulders. He grabbed on to my thighs and began slamming into me. I screamed out in pleasure as he started to hit the perfect spot, and I begged him to keep going. He obliged, and I swear I could see stars and bursting lights as I had my second orgasm. I felt him pull out as I began to cum. "Open your mouth, baby," he demanded, "I want to cum in that pretty little mouth of yours." I did as he asked and sat up. Chris placed the tip of his cock in my mouth, and began to release on to my tongue as his head went back. Once he finished we both collapsed down on to the bed, catching our breath.

"Can I go use your bathroom and clean up?" I asked him quietly, still breathless.

"Yeah, of course, baby," he pointed to a closed door connected to his bedroom, "it's right there." I got up and started to walk to it, feeling slightly sore. "Oh, and Scarlett?" I turned to face him. "I'm not done with you yet, hurry back."