Ghosts (A Christian Yelich Story)

Chapter Twelve: To the Bedroom

Warning: This is pretty dirty. Don't read if you're not into smut. 😉👌🏻

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I woke up to the feeling of Christian's soft, warm breath on my neck. At some point in the night, I had ended up with my ass firmly against his crotch, and he had slipped a few of his fingertips just under the band of my pajama pants while his hand rested on my stomach. I bit my lip, inhaled sharply, placed my hand carefully over his, and slid his hand away from my body.

I snuck out of bed and out the door — almost stepping on our phones in the process. "Shit. It must be after 4:00." I picked up the basket and checked the time on my phone — 4:15.

I made my way to the bathroom and slapped cold water on my face before looking at myself in the mirror. My face and upper chest were flushed, and I was breathing somewhat heavily. "Get yourself together, girl," I said aloud. "He's just a guy, not unlike other guys, and you were just staying warm." I was good at lying to myself.

I decided to take a shower to clear my mind, but footsteps outside the door stopped me from getting undressed.

I jumped a little when the door creeped open and Christian appeared in the frame. "I'm not a ghost," he said jokingly.

"I sort of figured, but you were also really sound asleep when I left the room." I didn't know what to do or say, yet again, so I started to chew on my bottom lip.

Christian smiled a little at my obvious discomfort. "I noticed you weren't there any more, and that woke me up." He moved from the doorway and stood right in front of me.

"I'd like to kiss you now," he whispered, placing his hands at my hips

I just nodded my head once — still biting my lip. I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but my body really fucking wanted to.

He leaned down and brushed his lips against mine. He was gentle at first, but when I responded the way he wanted me to, I felt his tongue force its way between my partially open lips.

Our tongues met, and Christian started tugging at the bottom of my shirt. "Off, please," he requested, breaking away from the kiss for a moment. "I want to taste more of you."

Shit. How could I say no to that? I pulled my shirt over my head completely forgetting I wasn't wearing a bra.

"Fuck, you're so fucking hot," he growled, taking in the view. He pulled me back against him. His lips brushed mine again before they traveled to my ears. He tugged at them a little with his teeth and then left a trail of kisses from my ears to my neck. As he did this, his hands traveled from my hips to the side of my breasts. He cupped them and massaged my nipples with his thumbs.

"I want to taste you and fuck you and make you cum until the sun comes up," he said gruffly before moving his mouth to my nipples and swirling his tongue around them.

He got down on his knees while kissing a line down my stomach. Once on his knees, he slowly, almost lovingly, pulled my pants down my legs. He looked me deep in the eyes the whole time.

I was standing in front of him in nothing but a pair of boy shorts, and he looked like he was going to eat me alive. And I wanted him to.

He brushed a couple of fingers teasingly against my panties before replacing them with his mouth.

My stomach muscles tightened, and I couldn't stop my legs from shaking. I knew what was coming next.

I ran my fingers through his hair, as he ran his tongue over the thin, cotton fabric. He made a line across my pussy before looking up at me. "I'm taking these off and making you cum, baby."

In one fell swoop, my panties were on the ground. I tried to step out of them, but Christian had other plans. He lifted me up onto the sink and roughly spread my legs apart before settling between them.

He didn't even bother with the kisses this time. His tongue immediately found my clit, and he flicked it back and forth.

"Christian," I moaned. "Jesus fucking Christ, Christian," I continued as he applied more pressure, moisture, and sucking. He never even broke for air. He just ate me out like it was his life's mission.

I rubbed my breasts with one of my hands and ran the other through his thick, dark hair.

I could feel pressure building in my core. "I'm going to cum," I whispered.

My words caused him to assault my clit even more rapidly. I couldn't help but pull his head closer to me as I came. He continued to lap up everything I offered him.

When he was satisfied he broke away and pulled me down from the sink. I was still breathless, as he kissed my lips again.

I lowered my hands down to his rock hard cock and gripped it gently through his boxers.

"Mmm, no, babe. I'm ready to fuck," he moaned before turning me around. I anticipated what was about to happen and grasped the counter of the sink tightly with my hands, bracing myself for him.

I could feel him guide his dick between my legs. He teased me with the head — back and forth against my pussy so painfully slowly — before thrusting himself completely inside of me.

Caught off guard, I gasped loudly. "You like that, huh?" he asked rhetorically as we found a groove together.

"You're so tight," he muttered, as I purposely squeezed my walls around him to match the rhythm he set. "Goddamn, Annie, I'm not going to last long if you keep doing that. Holy shit." He grabbed a bunch of my hair and pulled my head back with his grip. I stood up straight and arched my back against him as he increased his pace.

His right hand found my clit. "You better cum with me," he ordered as he slapped my ass with his left hand before thrusting even harder and faster.

He was fucking me so good and passionately that my eyes started to water, and I couldn't help but scream out his name. "Christian, baby, oh fuck. Please don't ever stop. Please."

Christian grunted as he put everything he had into his final thrusts. I could feel his warm cum fill me up as he continued to rub my clit and spank my ass until my pussy squeezed what was left out of him.

I collapsed slightly forward to catch my breath, and Christian pushed his body against mine. He took a few deep breaths before kissing my back and shoulders and turning me around to face him again.

"You're amazing," he said with a smile, his eyes wide. "Let's take this to the bedroom. I'm not done with you tonight."