Illicit Affairs ~ A Chris Motionless Love Story

Chapter Four - Scarlett's Day Off

SCARLETT'S POV
I woke up and stretched as the sunlight fell into my room through the slit of my black curtains, my back cracking as I twisted. I grabbed for my phone to check the time. 8am and Chris was already texting me, begging that we go do something together today. I sighed, having a tough time thinking of anything that I truly wanted to do on my day off other than just lay in bed. Then, there was a knock on my door. I groaned and swung my legs over the bed, then padded to it. I looked through the peephole and unlocked it.

"Chris, can you at least give me time to make coffee?" I asked him as I rubbed my eyes. He smiled and held a Starbucks cup out to me.

"No, because I bought you coffee." He walked in past me, just letting himself in, and looked around. "This place is beautiful, Scarlett!" He exclaimed. I thanked him as I wandered back to my room to get ready since my day was apparently starting.

"What did you want to do today?" I shouted from my closet while I picked out an outfit. He startled me when I noticed he was in the closet with me.

"I don't know." He grabbed something off a hanger. "But you should totally wear this. You'd look hot as fuck in this leather miniskirt." I grinned and took it from his hands.

"It's 50 degrees outside, Chris," I reminded him. I saw a devilish smirk go across his face.

"But it's 98 degrees inside of you." His comment made me choke on my own saliva. "Maybe we should go to the mall, I could use some new clothes before tour." Is he going to act like he hadn't just said the most out of pocket thing? I rolled my eyes at him and he crossed his arms and cocked his head to the side. "What?"

"Nothing," I said with a smirk, shaking my head. "Get out, I gotta get dressed."

"I've seen you naked before-"

"Friends don't watch friends get naked. Out." I pointed at the door and smiled, knowing it truly did bug him. He groaned and turned to walk away, but turned back to face me.

"So, just hypothetically-"

"Out!" He laughed and backed up out of the bedroom. I laughed to myself and started taking off my pajamas to change into my outfit. I decided the skirt would be okay, and paired it with a baggy Motley Crue shirt that had rips in it. I tucked it into the leather skirt, then pulled on my black platform boots. Not exactly made for mall trips, but they looked undeniably cute with my outfit. When I walked out Chris gave me a whistle. I swear my eyes were going to roll into the back of my head by the end of today.
As Chris and I walked through the mall we carried small conversation, like friends would do. It was nice to have a friend that didn't quite know everything about me quite yet, either.
"What's you're favorite type of movie?" Chris asked out of the blue. I thought on it for a minute, then realized my true favorite movie.

"100% Sharknado. It is so terrible it's good."

"So you're into the shitty a sci-fi movies, huh?"

"That, and I love horror movies. Cheesy and not cheesy." Chris chuckled at my response and we started to come upon a Victorias Secret. Then, it donned on me, I needed a few new things. I turned to walk in, and Chris absentmindedly followed. He stood with his hands in his pocket, watching me bend over to see the sizes on the drawers in the dimly lit store. I stood back up after retrieving my size in the red lace bra I wanted, and he stared at me. "What?" I asked as I walked over to the lingerie hanging on the walls. He shrugged his shoulders, his hands still in his pockets.

"You're such a tease, you know that?"

"Am not!" Just then my phone started to ring. It was Hailey. I quickly answered it.

"Hey, are you at Victorias Secret with Chris?" Shit, how did she know?

"Y-yes, why?" Don't sound nervous, don't sound nervous.

"Bryan just called and said he passed by and thought he saw you in there with Chris. I didn't know y'all were friends! He's friends with Bryan, too." Oh, but I guarantee he wasn't friends with Hailey's fiancé the way he was friends with me.

"Yeah, we bonded that night at the bar, figured we'd hang out." Though we honestly do a lot more than 'hang out'.

"Well, we should get the group together and go to dinner tonight! It will be fun!" Hailey's idea of fun was completely separate from mine now. She loved going out and drinking, I loved staying home and drawing. She loved to socialize, I am a hermit. The list goes on. But regardless, I agreed.
Once Chris and I wrapped up at the mall we headed back to my house and unloaded my bags inside. Chris had joked he wasn't even sure if he could fit all of it in the trunk of his BMW, but he'd make it work. Chris came behind me as I was unloading some new cookware in the kitchen, and brushed my hair to the side.
"You know," he kissed my neck, "we have a few hours before dinner. We could have some fun."

"What kind of fun?" I asked with a grin. His hands traveled up my skirt, and he pinned me against the counter with his pelvis. I gasped as I felt his cold hand slip into my panties.

"I haven't even touched you yet and you're already soaked, baby girl." His fingers slid inside me, then he pulled them back out and spun me around so that I was facing him. Chris lifted me up onto the counter top and spread my legs open, then stripped my panties off tossing them to the side. "Or maybe, I could just tease you, leave you begging for me to fuck you. Make you impatiently wait until after dinner." He purred. His words just made me want him more, and I felt him slide two fingers in me again. He began to slowly thrust them in and out of me, and I let out small moans and whimpers. "You're going to have to beg if you want me to fuck you."

"P-please," I whimpered, "please fuck me." He grinned, and sped up his fingers. I kept a white-knuckled grip on the edge of the counter as if it were my sanity I was trying to hold onto. Only, that was gone when all of this started. Chris grinned, then pulled his fingers out and began to undo the belt on his pants. I bit my lip, watching him pull out his cock.  He wasted no time, delving straight into me. My head went back, hitting the cabinets and making the door rattle, his hand wrapped around my neck. My mouth fell open in an almost silent moan and I clung onto the counter top harder as he railed into me. Chris rested his forehead on mine as he groaned.

"Fuck, Scarlett, you're always so fucking tight." He groaned out. I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood, holding in every moan and scream. I always felt like it was a must do for these sneaklinks. "I know you can be louder than that, baby. I want you to fucking scream." I mindlessly followed what he wanted, and began to scream out in pleasure. I could feel my legs start to shake and my knees start to buckle. How is it possible for him to make me orgasm so soon? I moved my hands to cling onto his shirt, and he removed it, throwing it on the floor. My nails clawed at his shoulder blades, leaving red marks. Soon he lost his pace, and I could tell he was about to cum, too. I felt him pump into me a few final times before he withdrew, cumming all over my thigh again. He admired as my legs quaked from the pounding he'd just given me, and cum spilled out of me. Chris then situated himself and pulled himself back together, and helped me hop off the counter.

"I believe these are yours, my lady," he handed me my panties from off the ground and I slid them back on, but as I got cleaned up there was a knock at the door. Chris thoughtlessly answered it.

"Oh, um, is Scarlett here?" Fuck, that better not be who I think it is.