My Girlfriend's Keeper

Chapter II: Don't worry bout my ex girl, she ain't you

Anything written in Crystal's or Chris's POV was written previously by my old co-writer Taylor who I give all credit to for the creation of these two 😊

Crystal

As soon as we left the party, we couldn't keep our hands off of each other. He opened the door to his blue Lamboghirni Gallardo Coupe, and opened the passenger's door for me.

"Such a gentleman."

He smirked.

"Get your ass in the car,"

he ordered while walking around to the driver's door.

The authority in his voice made me drip. Chris and I had been doing this for something like a year. Nothing official. No titles. But we both knew what it was. It didn't matter where we were, or whom we were with, like magnets, we'd find our way back to each other. And that's how we liked it.
He quickly put the key into the ignition, and like that, we were off into the cool night. Drake's The Motto blared through the speakers as we drove to his place. Yes, his place. His folks got him his own condo, since they were hardly ever at home. Chris' parents were filthy rich. They started a mom and pop's store back in the eighties, and when his dad graduated from college, they opened up a number of stores around the nation. Bitches were always after him, but he's a smart guy, and he can spot the bullshit. That's what attracted me to him in the first place. He's intelligent prior to the façade he produces for his boys. So smart in fact, he will be the valedictorian for our class. Just thinking about it is making my well leak.
I looked over at his golden face. Summer's sun had darkened him—made his features that more unique. He was damn near edible. I leaned over and asked if he could multitask. Before he could answer, I sucked skin right below his ear—a spot I knew made him weak. I could smell the loud scent of weed coming from his pores, and it sent me into overdrive. Weird, I know, but the smell always did something to me, although I never was curious to try it. My hand traveled down his jersey-clad torso, to the bulge in his kaki shorts.

"Crissy, don't start shit, you can't finish,"

he growled.

I ignored his threat, and unzipped his pants, and pulled his generously long dick. As I rubbed his shaft up, then down, gripping it like I would with my love, I felt his muscle pulse. We'd never done this particular act in the car. Maybe it was the liquid courage. Maybe it was the fact that he'd been talking shit while we were in the party. I continued to stroke him as my tongue slid down his neck, occasionally my mouth would cling to it, marking his skin with my stamp. Not one for torment—unless it is well deserved of course, I licked my lips before taking him into my mouth.

"Shittt,"

he hissed.

I'm sure he could feel my smile, as the car swerved. I sucked back up, making a popping noise, making his member stiffen even more.

"Come on Reece. All that mess you were talkin'. You can't handle a little head baby?"

He chuckled before, weaving his hands through my hair. He stopped the car when we came to a red light.

"No one told you to stop ma."

The look in his eyes screamed he was challenging me. Never one to back down, I went back to work. His hand never released my hair. Even with a task that was solely up to me to perform, he had to be in control. He guided my head up, and then down, over and over, allowing him himself to fuck my face. Each time I came up, I sucked harder. His swerving had calmed, as his left hand clenched the steering wheel for dear life. I hummed, making strong vibrations on his shaft. His grip tightened around my hair. I felt him swell in my mouth as we turned a corner, and I knew he was close to coming. I took him out of my mouth, and licked up and down his member, placing sloppy kisses here and there. I stroked him hard and with care. Something he loved was to be worshipped during sex. The shit made him like putty in my hands. A few strokes, and kisses later, he stopped the car, and laid his head back. I took him back into my mouth and slurped loudly. His legs shook, and busted. I swallowed, and rose my head with a victorious smile on my face. I wiped at the corner of my mouth, and looked out the window to see we had made it to his condo in Richmond. I got out and waited for him to follow behind me.