All I Wanted was a Hug and I got This? That's Cool (Chris Cerulli)

(PART 17)

So this chapter is gonna be exciting, Rated R people ;) Enjoy.

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We hopped on the bus and began driving, to where I had no clue, but Chris kept sending me side glances. There was something about that look in his brown eyes that seem mischievous, like he was planning something that I was sure to be the victim of. He ended up taking me to Lexington, which was an extremely bad idea because some people recognized him almost instantly.  

"Hey Chris!" A guy with black and red hair called running up to us.

"Hey man, what's up?" Chris greeted him nicely with a grin.

The guy held out his hand for Chris to shake and he did. "It's so nice to finally meet you. My name is Jordan, so what are you doing back in Kentucky?" 

"I'm just here to see my girlfriend." Chris explains gesturing to me, causing me to blush as I waved to the guy.

"Hi I'm Ashley." I say in a shy voice, never in a million years would I have thought Chris would call me his.

Jordan smiled shaking my hand as well, "It's nice to meet you."

"Same here." I replied with a soft smile.

"So I have a question for you, it's kind of awkward so if you don't want to answer it that's fine." He stated, turning back to Chris.

Chris shrugged, "I don't mind, shoot."

"Okay, um can you tell me what made you want to write your new song Hatefuck?" Jordan asked in a rushed voice, I guess that would be an embarrassing question to ask.

Chris answered his question like it was nothing, "It was somewhat of a fantasy, something that I have wanted to happen, so writing a song about it seemed like a good way to get it out of my head somewhat. But I would love to make it possible."

They both started laughing at Chris's remark and Jordan thanked him before saying goodbye to us then left.

"I can't believe you." I mumbled with a laugh.

"What?" Chris asked with a grin, still laughing a bit.  

“Chris, shouldn’t you be promoting safe sex?” I teased with a chuckle as we headed back to the bus.

Chris’s smirk was wicked as he pushed me against the tour bus and murmured in my ear, “There’s nothing safe about what I want to do to you.”

I gasped with wide eyes; did he really just say that? “A-And how long has it been that way?”

Chris wrapped his arms around my waist, pushing his body against mine, “You have no idea the level of self-control I’ve had to have, you have idea how badly I want to fuck you.”

I felt my knees get weaker and he had to hold me up. Suddenly I felt his lips against my neck, kissing all the way down to my collar bone and then back up to my ear and he whispered, “Come into the bus with me.”

He pulled me along and when we got inside he locked the door. Chris guided me back to his bunk and pushed me inside, quickly crawled on top of me slamming his mouth to mine. When I kissed back he was more urgent and after I ran out of breath he let me go to pull off his shirt. He shocked me by lifting me up and tying my hands with his shirt behind my back.

“Chris this isn’t fair!” I whined tugging at the tight material.

“But good god you look so fucking perfect tied up and venerable. Do you want me to kiss you again?”