For What It's Worth..

I’d stayed down home for a month, and that was all I could take. So here I was back home in Scranton with Kuza, waiting out the last week before the band got home.

I was impressed with myself, I hadn’t seen Chris in two whole months, with only spending half of that time in Nova Scotia and the rest here, I was doing well, getting better. Feeling better after losing someone who I didn’t know existed until I lost them.

I was fully healed as well, and I wanted badly for Chris too come home, so I can have him naked and against me in our bed. Although fully protected this time, of course, I had taken it upon myself to get the needle so I wouldn’t have to worry about taking any pills and forgetting to take them and having to use condoms all the time.

And with our one year coming up in three months, I was giddy too just have him home.

“God, it’s so hot in here!” I heard Kuza yell from inside the house through the screen door.

“You’re the one who didn’t open the windows when I told you. Why do you think I’m outside in the shade.”

“I did open the windows. Just now.” He appeared at the screen door with nothing but his swim trunks on.

“Then come out here and just enjoy being in the shade. I brought a cold drink outside for you to.”

I saw a penciled eyebrow use above his aviators as he walked outside. “I know, I’m so thoughtful.”

He laughed, sitting beside me on the bench beside me; grabbing his drink off the stand too his left. I had my legs up in a fetal position in front of me until he sat down. I stretched them out dramatically and rested them upon his thighs.

We had gotten comfortable with each others company after two months of hanging out with with each other. He rested his hand on my bare leg, and put his arm over the back of the bench with his drink in hand as we sat and just enjoy the silence.

I took back my attention from staring at Kuza and turned my attention back too my book. I was entranced by the pages, of the words that flew off the page and created a whole world in my mind as read each sentence. I loved Sherrilyn Kenyon books, they had a vast and intricate world which I loved too live in when I was reading them. I had nearly gone through half the book before I felt Kuza shift and somehow lay on my thigh. His, what I guess was his empty glass was on the stand and I looked over too my book to see him close his eyes and and visibly relax.

I put my book down and poked his nose, careful of the stretched holes on the sides of it. “Sleepy?” I asked, laughing.

“Yes.”

“I hope your comfy then.” I snorted.

“Well, your thigh is pretty squishy and warm.” He started laughing, as I flicked him in the nose this time.

“Ow!”

“I’m letting you lay on it, so be nice.” Still laughing at him.

His laughing soon stopped, and I could tell he was asleep. Why do I let people do this? I questioned myself.

I shrugged, and went too pick up my book again. As my fingertips where just about too too brush the cover, I heard a clatter from inside the house and I froze.

I stopped breathing for a moment, trying to listen and trying not to panic. My thoughts racing at who the hell could be in the house. Thinking quickly, I gently grabbed Michaels head and laid it down on the bench slowly. Whoever it was, I wanted to make sure that he was in a position too run if it was anyone bad.

I slowly made my way too the screen door that was already open and stepped inside. Keeping my footing light I made my way through the kitchen, and into the the foyer, looking into the living room, not seeing anything, I took two more steps, so I could see the opposite side of it too the spare bedroom. Again, I saw nothing as we kept the door open.

I heard a clatter again, coming from upstairs and a hoarse shout “Fuck!”

My heart hammered more, but I was determined. I went too climb up the stairs as quietly as possible, and out of habit, I went too Chris’ room. The door was open a crack, so I pushed on it gently, hoping with all my might it didn’t make a sound.

Luck was on my side, but I wasn’t prepared for a stomping 6ft giant coming at me, and then suddenly turn around as if he didn’t even see me. I knew that towering figure anywhere as I watched him come to a halt.

“Chris? When did you get here?” I asked him. He stopped twitching suddenly. He was motionless.

I furrowed my brow together, wondering why he was up here. I couldn’t help but feel a little scared and hurt that he didn’t come see me, or at least announce he was home.

He turned around, slowly, almost stiffly. My gaze went straight to his eyes. I didn’t need them too tell me he was angry, but I couldn’t tell at what.

“Chris?” I raised my eyebrow.

“What?” His voice was harsh, biting. I narrowed my eyes, feeling a spark in me once I seen that he was angry with me. But I couldn’t figure for the life of me why.

“Well, for starters, how about fixing the tone of your voice. I just asked when did you get here?” I tried not to be snarky.

“Why do you care?!” He took two steps towards me, he was still more than half way across the room.

His reply hit me, and I lost my anger. I opened my mouth, but couldn’t reply. I had missed him so much, even with us being so far apart and us not being at some weird odds with the child topic, I thought it was clear I missed him, dearly. I texted him everyday and told him how much I missed him and loved him, or that I was thinking of him even when he couldn’t reply right away.

“Why would you think I don’t. Every day I tried to talk to you and tell you how much I missed you. And I understood you where busy.”

He looked at me as if he wasn’t going to believe a word I said.

“Why are you acting like I’ve done something.”

I finally said it.

He narrowed his eyes. “Why don’t you tell Kuza, I’m sure you both have lots of things to do other than to see little old me.”

He thought.. no..

“You think Kuza and I did something?” My tone was full of disbelief. I would never do something like that. Never.

“Oh please.” He glared at me, and my heart felt like it was breaking agonizingly slow.

“I saw you two all cozy sitting outside.” He spat.

“So, you’re set in what you think you saw?” I snapped, brushing past the sadness, trying to get angry at this ridiculous man in front of me.

“Well, what the hell else is it!?” He yelled.

“Gee! I don’t know Chris!” I screamed. “Maybe two friends just sitting outside enjoying the fresh air!”

I watched as whatever was burning in him die down. But I was in a rage now.

“You stand there accusing me of something with no proof, no talking too either of us. Simply making an assumption that we did something because what?! He laid his head on my lap?”

He stopped talking, as if trying too think of something.

But I was so angry all of a sudden, not from this, from the sheer avoidance of the topic I needed to talk about, it just exploded from my chest, everything that hurt and pissed me off and now it came bubbling too the surface like acid.

“In case it didn’t get through that thick fucking head of yours Christopher! I fucking love you. The fact that you even can stand there accusing me of something I would never consider doing is baffling to me, when you can’t even talk about the child we lost!”

I watched him go pale.

“But if you’re just going to come in here and fucking start spouting shit because you won’t face it then I’m fucking leaving.” I whirled around and stormed downstairs and grabbed my keys of the hook and slid my feet into my sandals. Opening the door then slamming it shut behind me, I was in my car and gone. Barely recognizing the fact that both Chris and Kuza where outside as I pulled away.





Somehow and some way, I found myself in front of Angelos tattoo shop. Mostly because I needed to stop, because I couldn’t concentrate on anything around me and I couldn’t drive like that.

I waited until I had calmed down enough that I could be presentable as I walked into the shop. The bell rang as I opened the door. I heard the familiar buzz of a tattoo machine and the smell of what could be described as sterilization, and a brief but welcoming smell of a pumpkin spice scent.

There was a girl over by the counter and she turned around enough to say “Be with you in a moment.” She seemed to be putting files away in a filing cabinet.

With a small amount of haste, I checked to see it my wallet was in my pocket and thankfully it was. I made the split decision to get a tattoo if it was possible.

I watched as the lady turned back around and gave everything a once over and with a satisfied nod, she turned to me.

“Hi, I’m Kelly, how can I help you?”

“Hello, I was actually wondering if I could get a tattoo?” Mildly embarrassed suddenly.

“I wasn’t actually planning on it until I got in here but.” I shrugged, and smiled.

She smiled, “Well, you’ll have to ask Ange, I was just helping him organize some files.”

“Oh sure no problem.”

“I’ll go see if he’s busy.”

Not long after I was sitting in a chair, facing away from Angelo as he tattooed the back of my neck. I decided to get a raven that covered the back of my neck and partially down my back. I felt the needles in my skin, scraping the surface, pushing the ink in, the buzzing and whirring of the machine.

It was silent for awhile, as if my sudden appearance shocked Angelo. Which I wouldn’t blame him if it did. We don’t talk much at all, but he was so nice the few times i had hung out with him, I couldn’t think of a better person too hang around so I could collect myself.

“So, split second decision for a tattoo huh?” Angelo broke the silence as he dipped the needles in ink again.

“Yep.” I was about to nod out of habit but stopped myself so I didn’t mess up the tattoo by moving.

He went back too tattooing for a moment before dipping the needles in ink again. “I got an interesting text before we started, when I was drawing up the tattoo.” My eyes widened slightly in curiosity. “Oh?” I muttered lowly.

He stopped for a second, and put the machine down on the table, while he wheeled backwards for a moment in his chair. “Yeah, I got an odd text from Chris.”

At the mention of his name, I narrowed my eyes and felt my heart make a painful beat that seemed too rattle my whole chest. I was silent even when he came back and continued to tattoo my neck.

“Do you want to know what it is?”

“No, it's alright.” I really didn’t need to know. Especially if it wasn’t about me.

It was a half hour before he spoke again, without asking if I was doing alright. “I’m going to tell you anyways.” I opened my mouth in protest, but he beat me to the punch by saying.

“Hey Ange, I know this is random, but Jen and I just had a big fight. It was my fault, and she stormed out on me. I don’t know where she is as she forgot her phone and I’m really worried about her. So if you happen to see her, can you tell her that I miss her and I’m sorry; that I’ll be waiting for her when she wants to come home. Thanks again, if you see her. I know this is awkward.”

I turned around too face Angelo, with what could only be described as a quizzical look on my face.

“I read it all word for word.” He turned his phone too me and I read the long scrawl of the message on his screen. He did indeed say it word for word.

Immediately I apologized too Angelo. He shrugged, “It’s alright, I don’t mind. I just wanted you to know.”

He took his phone back, and tapped it. “I replied that I would keep an eye out, and that was it.” He looked up at me as he put his phone down.

“I know it’s not my business but what on earth did you guys fight about.” he paused. “Because, I mean I’ve known Chris for a long time and he’s known to be stubborn as hell.”

I closed my eyes for a brief two seconds, and then opened them. “Part of it was stupid, if I’m honest. The rest was mostly words that should have been exchanged in a tone that wasn’t angry and frustrated.” I pinned my lips together for a moment, trying too swallow the lump in my throat. “I had a-...” I took a deep breath, and then exhaled. “I had a miscarriage.”

“What?!” Angelo practically yelled. I looked around the room, noting the door was closed, thankfully. I didn’t want anyone else too hear this.

“Okay, simmer down there.” I hushed him. He looked beyond shocked. “Wait, you guys were trying? Chris was trying?!”

I shook my head no. “No, we weren’t trying. It just happened, and we never talked about it after it happened. He just got back home today from tour. I was hoping to talk to him about it in person and then he accused me of cheating on him and then I just blew up at him.”

Angelo went quiet. For a longer period than I thought, but when he finally spoke, he sounded calm again. “Do you want kids?” he was quiet about it. I didn’t need a second thought about it, I did want kids. “Yes.” Feeling my eyes tear up but not falling. I quickly blinked as he spoke again, after unleashing a deep sigh. “And he doesn’t. Damn.”

I almost started crying when I heard that, but deep down I knew without Chris actually telling me face to face that what Angel was telling me was true.

It took me seconds before I looked back up at Angelo and asked. “Want to finish this tattoo?” I asked laughing. He looked as if he wanted to say more, but he left it. I turned around and rested my forehead against the pillow, giving him access to my neck.








Later on, I was back in my car, I had long since left Angelos place. I loved the new piece of art on my neck. It burned a little now, after having a needle scratch and poke at me for a few hours. Before I left, I asked Angelo if he could tell Chris that I was okay, and I would be back later on that night, and I would call him if I wasn’t. He agreed, said he didn’t mind. I was sitting in the mall parking lot, in the far back. I contemplated going in, but what gave me pause was seeing Chris’s Monte Carlo pull in the parking lot and go the opposite direction from where I was parked. He didn’t see me, otherwise I had a feeling I would be talking to him right now. I got out though, locking my doors and made my way down the end of the isle of cars and looked down too where I seen his car go. I saw it pull down one of the isles and park. I walked down and stopped in front of truck and ducked down, well aware I was making a spectacle of myself. I watched as he got out of the car, and stand taller than the car was and I felt my insides melt a little watching him.

He looked dashing as ever, it had definitely been too long since I’d last saw him, our previous fight not counting as I didn’t get a chance to really look at him. I watched as the passenger door opened and Ryan get out along with another guy that I didn’t recognize. They all headed towards the mall, and I watched as Chris pressed a button on his key fob and his car locked itself. Without giving it much thought, I walked down the aisle I was in, and stayed behind them, not giving myself away.

This continued for about an hour, and they still haven't noticed I was sneaking behind them in the mall. It was almost funny. They went into a couple stores, bringing out a bag each in some instances. I swerved into a random store as they turned a little, stopping at a flower booth. I hid behind some t shirts and peered over them as I watched Chris pick out some flowers, he picked up something from the front and put it on the counter. I watched as the clerk gave him a pen and he started writing something on it.

I paused for a second and wondered who he was getting the flowers for. It was definitely a strange sight to see. They soon headed off again, and I resumed my snooping , keeping my distance from them so they wouldn’t see me. They soon stopped at the food court, each of them getting a drink from starbucks, which too me was not a strange sight to see. They sat down at a table, and I managed to stay out of there line of sight by standing behind a post, and making my way to the one they were sitting by and sitting at the table on the opposite side of it.
At first I didn’t hear anything, but soon after I heard the sound of straws being pushed against the plastic cups and set on the table top. I heard Ryans voice soon after. “So, you think you got everything?”

I heard Chris sigh. “Yeah, I just hope it’s enough.”

“I still don’t see why you have to buy all this. You could have just made something instead of buying it all.” Ryan added.

“Mmmm.” He grumbled.

“I’m just saying, she aint one too be bought.”

“I know that!” he exclaimed. “It’s just. I don’t know.” I heard something bang on the table.

“Look, I know the last two months where stressful, and I’m sorry for my part in that. I’m glad you called, but I still don’t get why we’re here.”

“I just needed some company. I basically made a complete ass of myself in front of her and Mike. Mike went too check and see if he could figure out where she is, after I apologized to him.” I heard him sigh sadly, and I felt my heartstrings tug a little. I heard his phone go off. I recognized his ringtone.

“It’s from Ange, from like an hour ago.” I heard him pause and assume he must be reading the text. If it’s the text I think it is, this should be good.

“Well, what did he say.”

“She was with Angelo for the past couple of hours. I guess she got a tattoo, and that if she’s not coming home tonight, she’ll call.”

“Ouch, she must still be a little stung about earlier.” I heard the strangers voice pipe up.

“Yeah, probably. I don’t really blame her, I was so stuck in my own head and I took it out on her.”

He sighed. “I guess I’ll just have to wait then. See if she shows up or calls.”

“Well, I still need to do some shopping for the dogs, lets just hang out here for a little longer than head back.”

“Yeah, sounds good to me.” Chris sounded wistful. I sat up, leaning my head back against the post, listening to them gather their things and get up off the chairs, as they screeched across the floor. They were headed to the left so I moved slowly the right as they continued on. I dared a glance too where they were, and I saw their backs as they walked away. Suddenly Chris turned his head around, and I quickly moved back behind the post, away from his line of sight. His footsteps halted, and soon the other two did to. Fuck! I started panicking a little, afraid he saw me.

“Hey Chris, what’s up?” Ryan called him.

“Nothing, I thought I saw something, but its not there now.” I heard his footsteps retreat towards his friends again, and I let out a slow breath. I waited a few minutes before looking back to where I saw them last. I saw them for a brief moment before I lost them in a crowd of people and they were gone.

Deciding that maybe I should just go for a drive was my next thought anyway. I didn’t want to follow with the chance that maybe Chris did see me, and now thinks he’s being followed.





Later that night..


It was close to ten o'clock by the time I pulled back into Chris’ place. His car was there, and so was Ryans and I think Josh's was too. The foyer light was still on, I assume for me, by the looks of things, everyone must have been asleep or at least on their way to because all the other lights were off. I opened the door, and looked too my left too were the living room is and saw Ryan sitting on the couch, watching teevee.

He must have looked up as I took of my shoes and put them on the mat beside the door. I walked into the kitchen and saw bouquet of lilies and roses on the counter with my name on the card. Ryan came up beside me. “He bought those for you today, along with a couple books.” I looked over at Ryan, he had a small smile on his face.

“He is sorry, you know.” I turned my attention too the card, picking it up and reading what was inside it.

It made me smile and I felt a relief that I didn’t realize I had. “He got me flowers?” I asked quietly. “Yeah, he said your favorites where lilacs, but since they were not available he got these, hoping you would like them.”

He definitely didn’t see me following them for the good part of an hour. I was in my own little world, nobody had ever given me flowers. I was on cloud nine for just that one little thing he did for me.

“Hey! You’re back.” I turned around and was face to face with Josh. “Joshua!”

“Virginia!” we put our hands in the air and tackled each other in a hug. I pulled away, “What are you doing here? Not that I’m complaining.”

“I heard that the great Chris Motionless ticked you off so I had too come see my best friend and make sure she was okay.”

“You’re a dork, you know that.” I commented. “I know. But that's what you love about me.” he took a half assed bow.

“Speaking of the Chris, where is he.”

Ryan answered my question. “He went up to bed a while ago. He wanted to stay up all night and wait for you, but I told him he should get some sleep.”

“I should have said I would call and let him know either way.” I sighed, realizing I probably worried him.

“Yeah, you probably should have. But you're here now, that’s all that matters.”

“Thanks for the input Ryan.” I grinned over too him, and gave him a hug as well. “I missed you to by the way.” He put his arms around me, and I knew he missed me too. When I pulled away, I went for the flowers and took a whiff of them, and they indeed smelled as wonderful as they looked.


I looked around for something to put them in. I found a black vase in the cupboard and filled it with a little water and the plant food that came with the flowers. I trimmed the ends of the flowers and put them in one by one until I was satisfied with how they looked.

“Man, those flowers are really making you happy.” Josh commented. I looked up as I set the flowers in the middle of the table. “They are.”

“You haven’t stopped smiling since you grabbed them.” Ryan pointed out.

I smiled harder if that was possible. “No ones given me flowers before.”

They had the nerve to look surprised. “I’m serious.” I shrugged.

“Well, clearly people are blind then, if they don’t want to give a pretty woman flowers.” Mike commented from behind Ryan. “Took the words right out my mouth, Kuza.” Josh looked over at him.

I blushed. “Guys, shut up.” I was embarrassed, and flattered all at once.

“Glad to see your back, Jen.”

“Sorry I left so suddenly.” I felt bad for leaving Kuza like that. He shrugged, “Don’t worry about it, I understand. I talked to Chris after you left. Set him straight.” He crossed his arms, “Although, you did most of the work I think, the guy was practically speechless by the time I got too him.”

I laughed a little. “Yeah, probably..” I trailed off.

“Anyway. I’m going to go talk to him and then get some sleep.” I started walking towards the staircase, but not before giving Kuza a hug before so.

“Goodnight guys, get some sleep and don’t forget to turn the lights off. Thanks for waiting up for me.”

I rushed upstairs and went too the bathroom and used the bathroom. Washing my hands, I decided to brush my teeth since I was in there. Once I was done, I walked over too Chris’s room, seeing him laying in bed on his side. The lamp was on and I could see him move as if he couldn’t get comfortable. Going as quietly as possible, I walked in and shut the door gently behind me. I walked over to his side of the bed, and noticing his eyes were closed, I sat down by his legs and put my hand on one.

“Go away Josh.” He grumbled.

“Well, if you insist.” I got up and watched as his eyes shot open and sat up so fast, he almost fell back down with the force of it. “Jenny, you’re back.” Once he was in a sitting position, I sat on his lap and kissed him hard. “Whoa!” as he put one of his arms on the bed to support the weight of us. He groaned as I kissed him hard, trying to convey how much I missed him. His left arm came around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I didn’t want to stop kissing him, but I did need to talk to him, if only too hear his voice.

When I pulled away, he brought his other arm around me and pulled us backwards , hugging me too him as we were laying on our sides, facing each other. His face was only just touching mine, and I pecked him on the lips again. We stayed silent for a moment before he spoke.

“I’m sorry, baby. I wasn’t thinking at all when I said those things..” He closed his eyes for a moment then opened them, and his eyes entrapped me. “And you’re right, we should have talked about it, I just didn’t know how.” he looked so pained, and I was just happy that he apologized.

“All is forgiven.” I murmured. “And, we will talk about it all soon. But right now, I have other plans that I would really like to do right now, because I really missed having you here with me these last two months.”

He grinned, and I saw that he knew what I wanted to do.

“Are you sure? You don’t want me to sleep on the couch or anything.” He asked. I shook my head, “I’d rather have you right here on this bed, naked and all mine.” I kissed him hard, moaning a little when I felt his tongue slide against my bottom lip.

When I pulled back again. “I love the flowers by the way, they’re beautiful.”

He smiled, and I felt my arousal rise with the way his smile captured my heart over and over again.

But while he still apologized, I still wanted to have my own little revenge against him. I pressed my lips against his again, and I pushed him onto his back. He groaned as he backed up on the bed so his legs weren’t over the side of the bed. I took this opportunity to start kissing down his bare chest that was conveniently open to me. I trailed down, only stopping to kiss his belly, and bite and nibble on his hips, making them thrust up, and I heard him groan. While I kept my mouth against his skin, feeling it get warmer; I made quick work of his belt, and unzipped his jeans. I heard him gasp as I gripped his member through his boxers, making it harder than it already was. I couldn’t wait, I stopped kissing and sucking his stomach and went too pull his boxers and pants off in one pull. Tossing his clothes off to the side of the bed.

I kneeled over his legs, just admiring the sight before me. His arms flailed out above his head, his chest moving faster than normal and I couldn’t wait to make him pant and beg for more. I crawled up too him, and kissing him slowly, and I felt his hands slip under my shirt. I knew he wanted to take my shirt off, but I had other plans.

Pulling away from his lips, I tutted. “I don’t think so.” I heard him protest, until I moved down south again, and put my lips near his cock. He stiffened, and I heard his breath catch.

I kissed the tip of it, hearing him hiss. I kissed down the length of it, feeling him shift and squirm. As I made my way up, I took the tip of my tongue and licked it all the way to the top, where I continued my assault by swirling the tip, making it wet and slippery. He gasped as I continued, moving too slide him down as far as my throat would allow. Hearing him moan and gasp as his hips moved off their own accord, wanting to be deeper in my mouth. I let my mouth become a vacuum, as I pulled my way back up his shaft swirling my tongue around him, leaving saliva in my wake.

Soon, I sucked him as slowly and agonizingly as possible, gripping his hips so he couldn’t move at all. I felt his hips tense as he strained too push himself deeper in my mouth. He felt so hard and soft against my lips. The way he felt in my mouth, made me feel powerful and so aroused I could barely contain my own my moaning against his hardness. I could feel how wet I was as I continued to suck him off. “Oh God Jen, that feels so good.” You could hear the strain in his voice as he tried to tell me how much he was enjoying what I was doing too him. I picked up the pace, swirling my tongue as Iwent and he let out a barely contained shout, and I felt his his whole body tense, and I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth and I knew that he was close. But I wasn’t going to give him the release he wanted. I kept going until I could tell he was going to come any second, and I pulled away slowly until I let go of him completely.

“No, please don’t stop. I was so close.” He moaned, as I looked up at his face, and it was contorted with obvious pleasure and now frustration. Grinning evilly, I came up beside him, and kissed him, letting him taste himself. He moaned loudly as I kissed him, and he let out a whine when I took my fingers and slid them up and down his now wet cock. He was rock hard, and it was bigger than it usually was, and I knew that was because of me. By now, my panties were soaked, and it was just because of what I did too him.

I trailed my mouth down again, taking him into my mouth all the way too its hilt. I grabbed his balls, and he tensed some more, groaning. “Baby, your mouth feels so good.” he gasped between groaning as I worked him over again, building him up until I knew he was close and pulled away. He was louder about his protest this time, and I knew he was frustrated with what I was doing.

“Please, love.” he begged, but I wasn’t ready to let him off the hook just yet. I did it quite a few more times, and each time he became more rowdy and begged me to let him come. It was probably the sixth time I went down on him, and I could hear him whine and protest.

“Please baby, please let me come. I’m begging you. I told you I was sorry-” he cut himself off as I took him in my mouth again, pulling my lips tight around him and moving so slowly, I could practically hear his pulse beat like a drum as if it were beside me. He was panting now, taking deep breaths, I looked too where his hands were deeply intertwined into the sheets; and thought that it was time to let him have his release.

I gazed up at him, zeroing in on how pleasurable his face looked despite that I wouldn’t let him orgasm. He caught my gaze, and I watched how entranced he looked as he watched me suck him. “God, please; i’ll never doubt you again.”
I had whispered into his ear a few minutes earlier that I was pissed that how easily he doubted me, for doubting how much I loved him and wanted only him. He was sweating, from moving and tensing so much, and just the sight of it lowered my resolve too let him come.

I chuckled, the noise and vibrations making his head fall back again. I sucked hard and long as I built him up too the boiling point. I could feel him twitching in my mouth, and I picked up the pace until I heard him yell and his whole body tensed up in reaction. I could feel the pulsing of his orgasm work its way up as he came in my mouth, I moved too take him deeper if only too heighton the orgasm. “Oh God yes!” he held nothing back as he yelled out. I moved gently until I was sure he had nothing left to give, then I moved too swallow, only coming back to make him almost scream because of how sensitive he was after coming so hard. I licked the rest of the cum of his cock, swallowing that also. I moved too go lay beside him, and kissed his breathless lips.

He tasted amazing, and it was hotter than hell to kiss him, making him taste himself. He pulled away slowly, trying to catch his breath. “God damn, woman. You know how to torture a man.”

I laughed, moving to touch his cock again, feeling it hard as rock still. “And I loved every minute of it.”

“Well, after that mind blowing orgasm, I’m not going too waste much time then.” He quickly put himself over me, kissing me fervently. His hands made there way up my shirt, and he palmed my breasts and I moaned loudly. His hands gripped my breasts almost entirely. He sat up, coaxing me along with him. He pulled my shirt of in one swipe, leaving me half naked before him.

His mouth headed straight for my breast, sucking the nipple till it was a hard little nub. I felt another rush down my abdomen, and if it was possible, I could feel myself getting wetter than before. He pushed me down, and moved to the other peak. His right hand made its way down under my shorts and underwear, easily sliding down across my clit, making my hips jolt up. He put two fingers inside me, and I could feel him chuckle as he moved them around, feeling exactly how wet I was.

“God, you’re so wet already.” He kissed me as he pulled his hand out and pulled my clothes off so we were both naked. My body felt hot, I needed release just as much as he had. Sucking him off made me hornier than ever. “I want you to watch me as I enter you.” he murmured. I flushed, as I watched him lift my legs up and position himself against my entrance. True too his word, he held his gaze too mine as he pushed himself into me. It felt like I was one fire, it was like molten lava was trailing along my body from the inside all the way down too meet his thick member.

I tried to maintain eye contact but the pleasure was too much, and building too fast, that my eyes started too close. Before I had time to register it, he lifted my legs as high as the could go and leaned against them so I was confined to my spot with him overtop of me. His hands by head and my legs resting against my shoulders, he threw caution to the wind as thrust suddenly into me and I screamed in pleasure. He pounded into me with such passion and emotion that the orgasm that I thought was going to be a slow build, came up faster and soon I was moaning, half screaming his name as I came so hard, I was blinded for a moment. My insides where pulsing around him, and I was trembling from head to toe from the sudden release.

He didn’t stop though, he slowed down, taking my head in his hands and kissed me blind. “Oh, God Chris, it feels so good.” I moaned.

“I know baby. I love you so much.”

“I love you to.” I groaned as he thrusted in as deep as he could go, and I could feel the slow buildup again. I managed to put my fingers on my clit, and started rubbing it in circles, making the pressure build up faster.

He suddenly moved back, keeping my legs up in the air, never breaking his stride. He watched me as I pleasured myself along with him sliding in and out of me.

It wasn’t long before I screamed out. “Chris! I’m gonna-.” I let out a strangled moan as I came again, feeling him still for only a moment as he came inside me, then continued to ride out my orgasm until I had too tell him to stop.

He gently put my legs down, and laid his chest against mine, resting his head on my shoulder. We were sweating, and breathing heavily yet happily sated.




Soon after we were laying side by side, our legs tangled together under a sheet. He was still wide awake, surprisingly. I had cleaned myself up by grabbing an old towel that needed to be washed.

“I missed having you in my arms at night.” He murmured, adjusting his arm so he pulled me closer to him.

“Me to.” I kissed him lightly on the lips. “Sometimes I wish you didn’t have to leave, but I know you have to.” I smiled at him.

“Come with me next time then.” he grinned that grin I loved so much.

“What?”

“You heard me. Come with us for Warped Tour this year.”

“I.. are you sure?” I was skeptical.

“I’m sure, I was going to ask you earlier but then I was a complete jackass and yeah.”

I laughed at him, agreeing. So I guess I was going to Warped Tour.

Notes

hey again. As per usual, there is definitely some sex in there. you either like or you don't. I'm still ever practicing writing it.

It feels a little better than my last attempts. I guess we shall see.

Anywho.

Enjoy!
-Ginchu :3