Dark Passenger ~ Chris Cerulli Fan Fiction *Short Story* {Completed}

Part 5

Author's Note: This chapter is called 'Sex' for a reason. If you do not understand what that reason is, you're not old enough to be reading this. If you do, I assume you're used to/want be to reading stuff like this, or know that you don't want to read it. The decision is yours.

Chapter Five

Sex

Katrina's Point Of View...

I woke up warm: warm and happy. I was curled into Chris: our legs all tangled up and my head buried into the crook of my neck. He smelt really good, and although usually I had to have so much prolonged contact...this was nice.

I liked this.

A lot.

I buried myself deeper into Chris, hugging myself tighter to him and refusing to fully wake up just yet; why would I? This moment was quite possibly one of the best I could remember.

"I know you're awake, you know." he said.

"Shh. No I'm not."

I felt his chest vibrate with silent laughter, making me smile against his skin.

"How do you feel this morning?"

"Meh."

"May I see your back?"

"Mmhhm." I moaned quietly in agreement, enjoying his really comfortable mattress below me.

I felt Chris shift so he wasn't lying under me anymore, so he could run the tips of his fingers over the skin of my back lightly: "That's not too bad...they're not turning to deep a purple..."

I felt him lightly press his lips against my shoulder, before he tensed up:

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." he apologised, pulling away.

I turned onto my side, smiling up at me: "It's not. I, um...well...like you."

"I like you too." he grinned, before his expression darkened slightly: "But, not to be...offensive, or anything...but is this...Arachne or Katrina talking."

"Katrina." I promised.

He beamed at me brightly, before his mouth crashed down on mine. Before I could respond, he pulled away again, wincing:

"Sorry, sorry, too soon."

"Not at all." I purred.

For once, I wasn't faking being turned on.

I genuinely wanted this. I wanted him to touch me, to kiss me and fuck me. I just wanted Chris...so, so badly.

His smile widened, and then his lips pressed onto mine again. His tongue flicked over my bottom lip, asking for me to open my mouth. Smiling, I kept my mouth shut...until his hands reached down and squeezed my boobs lightly, shocking me into gasping, my mouth opening.

And my panties getting wet.

We made out for what felt like forever, before both his shirt and my bra came off, followed by his jeans and boxers. Chris was about to pull off my panties before he paused and looked up at me with concern in his eyes:

"Is this okay?"

I nodded: "Oh fuck yes." I moaned, as Chris slipped two fingers into me, making me even wetter. He pumped his fingers quickly, making me writhe under him.

His lips pressed to mine as we continued making out hotly even as his finger pumped and twisted inside me, pushing me towards the edge...until he stopped:

"Chris!"

"Shh."

Chris gently pinned me to the mattress, kissing me once on the lips, oh so gently, his tongue tangling softly with mine before he tenderly pressed kisses down my neck, the valley between my breasts, over the curve of my stomach until he was kissing where I needed him most.

He pressed hot, wet kisses that made me moan and buck my hips towards his mouth. I felt his teeth brush lightly against my clit, something that always drove me over the edge...which it did, just like always, but Chris didn't let up.

He sucked the skin lightly on my thigh as I came down from my high, but as soon as my breathing evened out he was back at it: nipping this time before kissing away the sting. He kept alternating what he was doing with his mouth, constantly driving me insane over and over until I'd come three times.

I'd come three times before Chris let up, pulling himself up, dragging every inch of his bare skin over mine.

Our lips met again, only now I could taste myself on his lips. Out tongues fought for dominance, and once again I let him win: his taste all-too-intoxicating and far beyond addictive,his teeth pressing light into my lower lip before I sucked lightly on his lip ring in return.

Oh-so-slowly, Chris pushed into me, pulling a low moan out of my throat. A real moan, of real pleasure. Pleasure that only increased as his length pushed into me, stretching my muscles and leaving me speechless.

"Are you okay?" he murmured, using his other hand to massage my hip soothingly.

"Uh-huh."

"Can I move?"

"Uh-huh."

"...Is your brain turning to mush like I said it would?"

"Uh-huh."

"Considering I never said that, I'm now worried."

"Shut up and move!" I demanded, bucking pulling my body away slightly only to buck back up, fucking myself on his length. A groan escaped his throat, a throat I desperately bit down on, sucking on the skin and leaving a hickey before Chris finally did as he was told and started moving in me.

He rolled his hips teasingly, rotating his hips and grinding against me, his pelvic bone putting pressure on my clit.

He kept up the same, torturous pace: thrusting hard and slow into me, making me scream and buck up against me desperately, making me writhe and whine as he chuckled...or did, until I deliberately tightened my muscles around him, forcing him to moan and drop his forehead against my shoulder.

He pressed kisses to my collar bone, sucking on the skin lightly. Normally I'd never let a guy do this...but Chris wasn't a client. Chris was...Chris.

He was something else entirely.

Chris sped up his thrusts, hitting my g-spot and making my scream with each and every thrust of his narrow hips, my whimpers got more and more desperate every time he hit that sweet spot in me, making me desperate to get off.

And I didn't have to wait long

I screamed my release, probably disturbing his neighbours, if he even had any - given that I still had no idea where I was since my eyes had been filled with pepper-spray - but I was too blissed out to even think about being embarrassed.

Chris came soon after me, crying out almost as loudly as I had with his climax, the sound just as blissed-out as I felt.

He fell on top of me, pulling himself up when he remembered the bruises on my back before he turned me over and pulled me unto his chest, dropping tender kisses down my forehead, over my nose then finally on my lips, wrapping his fists into my hair, knotting it around his hands.

"That." he said, slightly out of breath: "Was amazing."

"It definitely was." I agreed.

Cautiously, I snuggled deeper into him, almost waiting for him to push me away. But he didn't, he just pulled me closer.

Until someone - namely Ricky - shouted up the stairs: "The next time you have sex: keep it the fuck down!"

Chris looked down at me apologetically, but I was just laughing, pressing myself harder into Chris and kissing the tattoos on his shoulder.

"Next time, we should be louder."