The Trilogy: Smuts & One-Shots

We're Not Going Home Tonight*: Chris Evans

It was a long ride from your hometown back to Boston where you shared a house with your boyfriend, Chris. For months, you had been telling Chris you'd like to go back to your hometown and visit old friends and family. So when Chris offered to take a road trip there and back you were nothing less than excited.

The way there was a dream. You were telling Chris stories about your childhood and hometown while jamming to music. He was a joy just sitting there listening to you and occasionally giving you a "No shit, really?" But the way back home was different, it was definitely tense.

You were both getting annoyed at everything. You would say something and he would huff. You would rub his thigh, he would jerk it back and give you a foul look. You were sure you didn't do anything wrong. When he would stop for drinks he wouldn't even turn to give you a kiss before exiting the car.

You had debates on saying anything, until you tried to hold his hand and he groaned and switched his hand to the steering wheel.

"What the hell, Chris?" Chris looked at you and went back to the road.

"What?" He said harshly.

"You've been a dick to me this entire ride home. Why?"

"I'm just frustrated." He said, his voice a little lower than it was before.

"With me?" You said, almost coming out as a whine.

"No. I mean yes, but not in the way you think."

"What?" You were confused. How could he be frustrated with you?

"The whole time we were staying with your friends, I couldn't even touch you." He said, gripping the steering tighter with his right hand. "You were wearing all those short, tight dresses, like the one you're wearing now, and I couldn't even touch you."

It started to click. He was horny. Since you stayed a friends house, you couldn't have sex. The two of you had to sleep on a blow up mattress in the living room of one of your best friends' apartment. They had kids and you didn't want to risk one of them catching the two of you.

"Oh." You said quietly.

"Yeah. I'm sorry." Chris said, placing his right hand on your thigh and lightly rubbing it.

"No, no. It's okay." You said, enjoying the feeling of his hand on your thigh.

The car ride went silent for a little bit. Your breath started to hitch when Chris' hand ran higher up your thigh and in between your legs. Then lightly rubbing over your clothed pussy.

"Is this okay?" Chris asked before proceeding. "I just wanted to touch you so bad."

You nod your head and Chris pulls your underwear to the side. You could feel yourself getting wet. Chris groaned as his fingers lightly slid up and down your slit.

"Fuck, you're already wet." Chris groaned with lust this time.

His fingers started to work around your clit. He was rubbing tight, harsh circles around it. You threw your head back against the seat. Biting your tongue to stifle a moan about to escape your mouth.

"Let me hear you moan baby. I need to hear you moan."

Chris lowered his finger, inserting one into your soaking cunt. You gave a quiet moan at the filling of his thick long fingers stretching you out. It wasn't long until you were fucking yourself on his fingers. He wasn't even having to move them. Your hips were doing all the work.

You let out a loud whine when Chris let his fingers leave your entrance. He turned into the parking lot of a hotel. You looked over at him and gave him a curious look.