Illicit Affairs ~ A Chris Motionless Love Story

Chapter Sixteen - Bad Decisions

SCARLETT'S POV
We walked backwards to the bedroom, tripping over and knocking things down as his lips were on mine, and his hands were tangled in my hair. He gave it light tugs, and I let out small groans in his mouth. My clothes were strewn across the house. My shirt in the entry way, skirt in the hallway, bra on the doorknob, panties in the bedroom. But he wanted me to keep the shiny black leather platforms on. I knocked him down on the bed and straddled him, grinding on his already growing erection. I was sick of foreplay, I wanted him to fuck me harder than he ever had. I pulled his cock out of his pants, and slid down on it as he kissed me passionately.

"Are you sure you want to do this again, Scar?" He asked, almost breathless. I nodded my head as I started to slowly rock my hips. Chris' hands were tight on my waist, and he shut his eyes lightly. "Fuck, baby, your just as tight as I remember," he moaned out. I started to lightly bounce, and Chris bucked his hips beneath me, pushing in harder. I yelped as he hit the spot and folded over him, burying my head in his shoulder. He let out a satisfied chuckled, and did it again. Chris then rolled us over, pinning me down on the bed while still inside me. "That's enough of you dominating me. It's my turn." His voice carried a sense of lust I'd never heard from him, and, if I was being honest with myself, it was a complete turn on. Chris grabbed my hands and held them above my head. "I may even have to punish you for that, baby girl." Punish me? This was new. Chris pulled out, and then rustled around my nightstand, grabbing my vibrator. His pants remained resting on his hips, with his hard cock out. He turned the vibrator on and rested it on my pussy. I let out small moans as I felt the vibration against my clit.

"You will not cum until I tell you to, baby. Understood?" I nodded my head, biting back moans. As he rested the vibrator on my clit I felt him shove his whole length in. My back arched and my body jolted. Chris slammed into me as he held my hands down with one hand, and held vibrator in the other. The vibrator ventured down, resting right above where his cock was going in me. He slowed his pace as I felt him trying to ease the vibrator in me. It hurt at first, and I wasn't sure if I could take it, but Chris was paying close attention and moving slow. "Are you okay, baby?" He asked as he continued to push in.

"Y-yes," I moaned out. He smirked, pleased that he got at least half of the vibrator in me along with him. After the initial shock of it, it actually felt amazing. He started to pick up the pace, and the vibrator moved with him. My nails bit into the palms of my hands, my back arched, and I could feel it. "F-fuck, Chris, I'm gonna c-cum," I moaned out. He pushed harder, and I yelped again. He grinned, satisfied, and continued going. I started to cum on him and the vibrator, no permission given. I couldn't hold back, but neither could he. I felt as he started to cum inside me, and my legs shook rapidly. Chris pulled out, but let the vibrator remain.

"I didn't tell you that you could cum yet, baby. For that, I'm going to fuck you with the vibrator and we will try it again." More? I didn't know how much more I could take. Chris rapidly moved the vibrator, watching me as I trembled and clawed at the sheets. He quickly took the vibrator out and replaced it with his cock again. He started to pound into me, not holding back, and I moaned and screamed obscenities into the air. "Are you ready to cum, baby?" He asked, breathless.

"Y-yes, please let me cum!" I screamed and begged. He grinned and kept going, repeatedly hitting my g-spot. "F-fuck, please! Please, Chris! Let me cum!" I begged again.

"You're such a good girl, go ahead and cum for me." Chris pulled out, cum already dripping from his cock, and watched as my cum spilled out of me. He gave me a passionate kiss, then tucked himself back in. He left the room, but came back with water and a rag, then began cleaning the cum off of my thighs. When I sat up he handed me the bottle of water, cap already screwed off.

"Anytime I fuck you like this, I promise I'm going to take care of you and make sure you're okay," he said as he pulled out my pajamas and a pair of panties for me. I slid them on carefully as I was still very sore. Chris pulled his shirt back on and put his wallet back in his pocket, then grabbed his keys. Was he leaving?

"Uhm," I croaked out, "y-you can stay. I don't mind." His face lit up, and he instantly put his keys and wallet back on the other nightstand. Chris slid his Vans off, then got down to nothing but his boxers and got in bed with me.
I realized fairly quickly that every time he stays over I always wake up in in his arms. It's almost like some centrifugal force in the night. I looked over at my phone that was buzzing on my nightstand and answered it.

"Hello?" I asked as I yawned.

"Scar, where the hell did you go last night?" Fuck, it was Hailey. I had forgotten to tell her I got a ride home.

"I went home. I called an Uber, I was exhausted." Lies. Lies. And more lies.

"Well, I'm coming over with coffee and a bagel for you. I'll be there in ten." She hung up and I looked over at Chris who was still sleeping heavily. Fuck, I gotta get him out of here before she shows up.

"Chris," I whispered. He groaned and turned away from me. "Chris, I need you to get up, you gotta go." He turned to me, his brow furrowed.

"Are you kicking me out?" His voice was groggy and low, and fuck, did it melt me. But he had to go.

"Hailey is going to be here any minute, and she can't know-" there was a knock on the door and I knew I was in trouble. She knows his car, there's no way I can get out of this one. "Fuck me," I mumbled to myself.

"Already did, but I'm game for another round." He was so aggravating at the most inconvenient moments. I rolled my eyes and went to answer the door. Hailey looked displeased, like she had thought I was better than this and I'd just disappointed her.

"Alright, we're fucking settling this," she said as she pushed past me. Chris came out of the room straightening his Beetlejuice shirt out. Hailey rolled her eyes and sat my coffee and bagel down. "You two get in there and duke this out. You're either dating or you're going to leave each other alone. I'm sick of this shit, and I'm sick of you calling Bryan and bitching and moaning about how much you love Scarlett." Hailey shoved us in the room, and shut the door, then tried to jam the knob with a chair. That's when I heard a clatter and a thud and then a "uh-oh". Chris and I both went to the door and tried to open it, but it wouldn't. Chris jiggled it more, and hit it with the palm of his hand.

"Hailey! What the fuck happened to the door!" He shouted.

"The knob broke, I'm calling Bryan right now!" I pinched the bridge of my nose and crossed my arms. "But until I can get you out of here, have that discussion!" I rolled my eyes and sat on the edge of the bed. Chris sat next to me, and looked down. We were actually about to have this conversation, and I wasn't sure I was ready.