The Bad Boy's Trophy

Oh God

A/N: hey everyone I hope everyone is safe ! ⚠️ Warning, this chapter contains sex scenes. I hope you guys like it! Crazy stuff is coming!
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Chris' POV
I stood up and watched as Emma Jane laid down cautiously. She wasn't shaking but I could tell she was nervous.

"Hey could you maybe turn around real quick." She asked meekly and so I followed to hopefully make her a little more at ease.

"Okay, um, I'm ready." I turn around and see my shirt laying next to her. Her chest was buried in the covers but I could see just enough to recall what I was able to glimpse at earlier today. I noticed a big bruise on her back, it was fainted but present nonetheless. I wanted to know how she got it but I figured that may make her uncomfortable and all I want to do is make her feel good right now.

"Woah,"

IDIOT! Did you really just say that out loud.

Oh god, I really just said that out loud.

"What is it?" She asks.

"Nothing, it was nothing. Tell me if I push too hard okay." She nods in response and I start soft and slow. I get to a point on her lower back and a moan of pleasure is released from her lips and it was like a drug was injected into my blood stream.

I could tell she got embarrassed because her head dropped into the covers.

"I'm sorry, I dont know where that came from," she said as I continued to massage her. "You are just doing such a good ~uhhhh~" she cut herself with another light moan and I was starting to wish I wore baggier underwear.

Chill out dude, it's not like you're making her moan in the way you want.

Shut up. It's just cute is all. She's so fucking cute.

Her cheeks are such a distinct blazing red that even in the dark room it is apparent. She gives up on talking and pushes her head down on the bed. I'm sure a million things are going through her head but I cant just not use this to my advantage.

"You know Emma Jane," I say as I move my hands back up her spine which I can see gives her goosebumps. "Most people say that the way you moan during a massage is the way you moan during other things too." I look at her and it's almost as if someone just took a paint brush and painted her entire body red. I took my hands off her and sat down on the floor, smirking because I know that her brain is going a mile a minute.

"Don't say, why would you say something like, you're just saying that because, that's not even true because-" she's stuttering but she stops when I start to gently brush my finger against her cheek.

"Don't worry Emma, one day I'll prove it to you." I wink at her and I can see the color rising to her cheeks. I'm pretty sure I've stunned her into silence by being this forward but I'm tired and have no sense of restraint. "Well, anyway, thank you for the awesome massage and sparing practice. I am a man of my word, so I'm going to go back downstairs and sleep on the couch." I turn to walk out but Emma Jane's voice stops me.

"Sleep with me." She says in the smallest voice.

"What was that Emma?" I ask even though I heard her already, I just want to see those beautiful lips say something with so many connotations.

You know she means in her bed with her not sexually.