Illicit Affairs ~ A Chris Motionless Love Story

Chapter Eight - Wildest Dreams

SCARLETT'S POV
Chris must have wrapped his arms around me at some point in the night because when my alarm went off at 7am I had to peel him off of me. I got up and tried my best to stay quiet as I stumbled around the bathroom, trying to find my contact lenses without putting on my glasses first. This plan proved futile, as I made more racket than anything. I looked behind me and Chris was leaned against the door frame, my glasses in hand.

"You should wear them more often," he said, "you look cute in them." Was he... flirting? I grabbed the glasses from him and slipped them on. "How are you feeling?" I actually hadn't even thought about it, but I was lucky to be young enough to not get horrible hang overs.

"I feel fine now." I started pulling my hair up in a messy bun with strands hanging out of it, and then started to wash my face. Chris stayed leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, in his boxers and no shirt. He watched my every move, from my skincare to my makeup. He stared at me with a stupid grin on his face, then I felt his hands brush against my shoulders. It sent chills down my spine, and almost made me cave, but I couldn't. I looked down at the counter as his lips pressed softly to my neck. "Chris, I really don't know if I want to do this right now."

"Scarlett," he pleaded. I shook my head and got out of his grip, then grabbed my phone, keys, and purse. "Scar, wait-" I slammed door behind me and got in my car, then sped off. I mean, who does he think he is? Yeah, sure, he's a big rock star, and he's had a tough time, and he's caring, and he's charming, and he's sweet. He took care of me while I was throwing up. He dropped what (or should I say who) he was doing to make sure I was okay. He stayed with me all night to be sure I didn't choke on my own vomit. But all of that was platonic. Right? My brain was so fogged that I don't even remember the drive to the tattoo shop, I just went on autopilot. A few minutes after I got to the shop Hailey showed up as well. She handed me my usual cinnamon dulce, and then sat down on the pink tattoo chair as I continued to work on my pieces for today.

"Hailey, what do you want?" I asked her, not even turning to face her. I could just feel her blue eyes piercing into the back of my head.

"Bryan said Chris bounced last night while he was hang out with him and a couple of Chris' band mates. Babbled something about 'Scarlett needs me'? What was that about?" I could kill Chris, but then again to him it was just a platonic friend thing.

"I was super sick last night and Chris came and just made sure I was okay. He's my friend, that's what friends do."

"I'm you're friend, too, Scar. And you weren't calling me while you were sick."

"Hailey, what are you getting at? What do you want me to tell you!"

"I want you to tell me the truth, Scarlett! I'm your best friend, and I know you're keeping something from me!" Hailey was very clearly upset, her tone gave it away. Her voice was shaky with a bit of a punch in it. I let out a deep sigh, and turned to face her. I mean, mine and Chris' arrangement was dead so what's the worse that could happen by telling her? I started to divulge the sneaky links, the clandestine meetings, that all the times he had said he just finished working out it meant he just finished working me. Her mouth fell agape and she smiled a little, a smile that said 'I knew it'. She was the only one that had caught on, Bryan believed every lie that was said and told.

"Oh, Scar, you created quite the mess-"

"I created a mess!? He's the one that did it! Look at me! I'm-I'm fucking in love with the man and he just wants a quick fuck! I can't keep doing it. When he called off the arrangement I fell apart, like I was going through a break up!" I was in tears at this point, but I didn't care. It was the first time that I got to let these emotions out.

"Damn, was his dick game that strong?" Hailey whispered. I rolled my eyes at her.

"That's not the point, Hailey. I'm just forever going to be the kid that fell in love with him." Just then my first appointment of the day walked in, and I had to shove everything back down. On the bright side my first appointment made my morning go by fast, and I was done by lunch. I looked down at my books, realizing that my only other appointment was at 3:00 P.M.. What a fucking relief? As Hailey and I stood there talking about anything but Chris Bryan came walking in.

"Good afternoon, Scarlett. Do you mind if I steal this fine young lady from you to take her to lunch?" I gave him a nod and she grabbed her bag, then started to walk out. "Oh, and Scar," Bryan turned to face me, "call Chris. He's worried about you for some reason, said you're phone is going to voicemail. I don't know why he cares." Oh, but I do. I had put my phone on airplane mode so I could listen to my music uninterrupted, and when I turned it off the notifications rolled. Missed call. Missed call. Missed call. Voicemail. Voicemail. Text. Text. Text. Text. Text. I was about to respond, but then the door to the shop swung open. When I looked up I was face to face with Chris. We stood there, silent, and within seconds I found myself melting into his kiss. We walked backwards to the rarely used break room, tripping and bumping into things on the way back. Chris laid my back down on the table and began to kiss down my neck to my torso, lifting my shirt up as he did so. He undid the front clasp of my bra, freeing my breast, and started to toy with my nipple in his mouth. He bit down and sucked, pulling back as he did so, and I let a small moan escape. He left hickey after hickey spreading from my neck to my hips, and pulled off my jeans as he made his way down. I felt Chris put a couple fingers in, and he took them out, realizing there really was no need for much more foreplay. He undid his pants and in place slid his cock in. I jolted up a bit, still not used to his size, and he pulled me to his chest with a grin. Chris held me there as he slammed into me harder than he had before. I screamed out in pleasure into his chest as he did so and gripped onto his neck. Chris slid one hand down and start playing with my clit as he pounded into me, and I laid back down.he leaned over me, one hand planted next to my head to hold him up as he began to slide a finger inside me, slowing the pace of his thrusts to do so. He let me get used to fullness I was feeling, and started to slowly pick his pace back up. My back arched as my orgasm began to build.

"Oh, fuck," I moaned out, "Jesus fucking Christ, yes, like that, yes, yes, fuck! Please keep going!" I screamed out. Chris smirked, clearly satisfied by my reaction, and started going harder, shaking the table beneath us.

"You're such a good girl, baby, taking all of this. Do you want more, baby girl?" More? Could there possibly be more? I felt him start to ease in another finger, stretching me some more, and I let out yet another satisfied scream. "See, baby? See what I can do for you?" He slammed his hips against my pelvis, and another orgasm began to build. I clung onto the edge of the shaking table with my back arched as I screamed obscenities into the air, and I tightened around his cock and fingers. I heard Chris start let out a slew of curse words, and within seconds he was pulling out, cumming on my stomach and leaving me feeling empty. My chest rose and fell quick as I tried to catch my breath, and my sanity, after the series of orgasms he'd just given me. As Chris was leaned over me, catching his breath, I heard the door open and the bell chime and Hailey and Bryan came in laughing about something. Chris and I looked at each other, wide eyed, and he quickly tossed me my jeans then began adjusting himself back. He pulled on his cap that at some point had been knocked off as I used a few paper towels to clean off my stomach, and pulled myself back together. We walked out of the break room together, and greeted Bryan and Hailey. Hailey knew what had just happened, she had to know, but luckily Bryan was clueless.

"Y'all just finish lunch, too?" Right after Bryan asked that my stomach grumbled, revealing the real answer to his question.

"Actually we were just about to leave and go grab something. I just got here not too long ago, she was wrapping something up." Oh, we were finishing something alright.