Never Break the Chain

Hour 4

"Lindsey just show them to me!"

Lindsey sighed heavily, opening the magazine in his hands. He pulled out a series of polaroids, handing them to her.

Stevie held her breath and she looked up at Lindsey, who was avoiding her gaze. Looking down at the photograph she gasped, her eyes frozen on the picture in front of her.

Her heart had stopped, instantly recognizing it. They had just joined Fleetwood Mac, more or less on the sober side, and one night they had decided to document their love.

She had had no idea these photographs still even existed, having completely forgotten about them. All the memories came flooding back as she stared at the first photo.

His hand was on her bare breast, her eyes heavily hooded as she starred up at him behind the camera.

She flipped to the next one, her pulse racing.

His cock was on the tip of her lips, her eyes dark and filled with lust. The next one his member was even further in her mouth, his hand tangled in her hair.

They were all taken from his perspective. Lindsey was holding his breath as he watched her flip through the photos. He was waiting for her to explode, his heart pounding in his chest.

The next photo was more explicit, his cock visibly inside of her body, her sucking on his thumb as his hand sprawled across his jaw.

It was surrealistic seeing herself in such a pornographic state. Curiosity got the best of her, flipping to the next one.

A gasp escaped her lips and Lindsey tensed, glancing down at the photo.

They were sat on the edge of the bed in front of a full length mirror, her sitting on his member and they were both facing the mirror. Her legs were widely spread, his hands on her breast as they both adorned a look of ecstasy.

The next one she was beneath him, her head tossed back, her mouth mid gasp.

The seventh photo she was on top of him, her hands buried in her hair as she rode him. His hand was holding her breast tight.

The next photo had her visibly shaking. His hand was around her neck, his cock squeezed in between her breasts. The photo was taken from a higher angle as he had straddled her chest.

Her breath caught in her throat on the last photo, his cum spread across her bare breasts, her eyes heavily closed, her mouth agape as her head tossed to the side.

She glanced over at Lindsey, all the blood rushing to her cheeks. "I don't get it."

Lindsey just shrugged, not meeting her eyes.

She glanced back at the photographers, flipping through them once more. "I had no idea these still even existed."

   He shrugged again, still avoiding her hard stare.

  She looked over at him. "Lindsey why do you have these?"

    "I don't know Stevie."

   "Lindsey." She argued him, her face drawn in to confusion.

   He sighed heavily, running a hand over his face a he leaned forwards. Putting as much distance between them as he could in their current chained state. "Kit just doesn't do it for me anymore, I have to get a release, memories help. It's not a big deal, you were never supposed to find out about these anyways."

      Stevie swallowed the lump in her throat. A tingling heat had creeped it's way through her body. "So you look at these when you touch yourself?"

   Lindsey's face was burning red, nodding his head. He was obviously embarrassed, wishing he could disappear.

    He mentally swore at Mick for chaining them together.

  Stevie bit down on her bottom lip, inching closer to him.

  He tensed when he felt her lips press against his neck lightly, making a slow trail up to his ear. "What if I told you that I think about you when I touch myself too?"

   Her voice was low and raspy, his blood boiling. He slowly turned his head, her face inches from his. Her breath was warm against his lips, her eyes dark.

   What happened next was inevitable, Stevie gasping when his mouth crashed against hers. His hand tugged at her hair, pulling her head back and diving his tongue in to her mouth.

      Their conjoined hands found one another's, their fingers intertwining. She dug her nails in to his skin, Lindsey's lips pulling from hers and attacking her neck.

   He shifted his weight, pushing her on to her back and her leg hitched over his hip, him grinding in to her.
 
  They were pulled from their moment of lust by his cellphone ringing, breaking away with a gasp.

   Lindsey sat back up, Stevie still on her back. Her mind was in a daze, trying to process what had just happened.

  "Hey Kit." Lindsey had answered his phone, Stevie wanting to run away.

  She glanced at the alarm clock on his night stand, her stomach churning. Twenty more hours.