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A Secret Love- Chris motionless and Ricky Horror slash

Chapter 6- Fatal

Chapter 6- Fatal

It had been weeks since I had had the freedom to wake up from my slumber naturally. Aforementioned sleep was also one of the best I had ever had. I rolled onto my side, patting the bed to feel a body I knew should be there.

So yesterday wasn't just an incredibly wet dream? It couldn't have been anyway, seeing as my mind was incapable of imagining up something as heated as that.

I starred intently at my friend's back. Chris wasn't covered in tattoos on this part of his body, so I got a full unhindered view of his soft creamy skin. His skin was ridiculously soft, from what I could recall from yesterday. I couldn't resist the urge to reach out and brush my fingertips across his back. The motion caused him to stir and roll over so that he was facing me.

I watched carefully as his breathing slowed down, back to a pace that assured me that he was still sleeping. The big lug had a silly smile plastered across his face. So he even smiled in his sleep? This guy was a surprisingly happy person.

"Ricky...." he sighed, giggling a little. Holy fuck...I would kill to wake up like this every morning.

My mood suddenly depleted when a swarm of butterflies batted frantically down in the pit of my stomach. I wasn't stupid and I wasn't the type to deny my feelings. I started liking Chris only a few months after knowing him. But the intense feelings that had been growing stronger and stronger over these past few weeks suddenly made me realize something.

I was falling hard for my best friend. Dangerously hard.

I wasn't good enough for him; he was so intelligent and optimistic. He was the leader everybody relied on and looked to for help. I, on the other hand, was kinda...

...dull.

Should I try and change? I needed to prove myself. I needed to make him mine- we'd gotten this far so the idea couldn't be too far fetched.

I heard a small groan and watched stiffly as Chris shuffled closer to me with half lidded eyes. He placed one hand behind his head lazily and draped his other arm over my hip. I looked up to see him shaking his head.

"Mmm...don't think so hard Ricky, just watching you is making my head hurt," he groaned.

"Shut up, go back to sleep," I ordered him, leaning up and kissing his jaw. He shot me a dazzling smile in return.

"What is it?" he asked after having me stare at him for a good minute.

"You have the most amazing smile," I cooed, stroking his cheeks as his eyelids started to flutter close.

"Thank you," he whispered, slowly drifting back to sleep.

That was a weird thing about Chris, how he was able to go in and out of sleep so abruptly. He was as good as narcoleptic.

After ten minutes of admiring his handsome face I realized that I wouldn't be falling asleep again, so I carefully crept out of bed. My hands twitched to write down the emotions I was feeling. I didn't think it possible to express them coherently, so instead I just jotted phrases down in my notebook.

The thought...the thought of him leaving me, because he eventually would; Chris didn't care for 'love'. What would we become? I could see it so clearly in my mind, things going exactly back to the way it was before. In friendship, we found out all there is to know about each other. Our flaws, our strengths- heck he might actually know more about me than I do myself. He was so free in nature and wasn't the type to hold our past intimacy against our friendship.

And no one else but us in this world would know about our past, not even anyone in the band...

For you I'll take this to my grave,

forever.
Please forgive me for wondering,
if my love ever truly engraved in your heart,
like the finest poetry on concrete.

I snapped my book shut and hugged my knees to my chest, leaning my back against the foot post and just breathing in and out slowly. A lot of time passed before I was forced to uncurl myself and lean into the arms of the man who was causing my inner turmoil.

He didn't say anything, he just held me tightly as tears continued to make me look like a hideous mess of man. I couldn't show him my face. I must have been pitying myself for a good hour so my eyes were all red and puffy, and my face must have been streaked with tears and snot.

I only realised that I was going into hysteria when Chris pulled me into his lap and rocked me slightly in his arms.

"No no no....don't cry," he nibbled on my ear, his teeth barely grazing my skin. I leaned into his touch.

Soon the only sounds filling the room were my sniffs, hiccups and quiet moans. Chris had a satisfied grin plastered across his face- like he had just completed a mission.

"See? It can't be that bad Rick. Things will always get better, I promise," he told me while dragging his thumbs across my wet cheeks. A small chill ran down my spine at the tone he used; it was as if he actually cared for me. Maybe I was wrong...maybe I could convince him that my love wasn't worthless. I tried my best to leave my demons in the notebook on the floor and shake off all my anxiety.

"I don't know about you, but I'm starving!" I sniffed, laughing when Chris rose an eyebrow comically.

"Why don't you go downstairs and see what's in the fridge? I'll come and meet you in a second."

I nodded and pecked him on the lips before jumping out of his lap.

(((oOo)))

When I reached the kitchen his sister was sitting on a stall, munching on some crisps. "Now that's a healthy breakfast, " I snickered. She turned to look at me in shock.

"Your awake early! What, couldn't sleep?" she smirked. I blushed furiously. Of course she
heard me screaming like it was the end of the world last night. Shit...

"That's beside the point. Anything to eat around here?"

"Not breakfast. Chris cleared us out of milk yesterday. Some things never change," she sighed happily, but then narrowed her eyes. "But apparently other things do."

I fumbled around for the right response when a bag of cheese and onion was thrown at me.

"Thanks..." We munched our food in silence for a few minutes before I spoke up. "So how's college?" I asked, throwing the empty crisp packet into the trash.

"It's great thanks, especially since I'm graduating in less than a year," she said disinterestedly.

"Your graduating? You must be the brains of the family," I smiled. She shook her head.

"No not really. To be honest Chris is the brains. He could have been anything he wanted, he usually gets what he wants," she said, smiling a bit proudly.

"That's definitely true," I agreed with her. He was definitely one of the most determined people I'd ever met and always carried the band on his own two shoulders. He'd basically written the last record all by himself. Not many people can do that.

"So what d'ya guys have planned today?" she asked, looking down and picking at her fingernails.

"We're gonna go to the garage and bash out our ideas. Hopefully your brother likes what I've been working on. It's a little...different. He wanted different, but I'm still a bit nervous about what he'll say," I said, my voice fading into a whisper when I heard footsteps padding across the kitchen floor.

"Chris! Put on some clothes, we have a guest!"

"Danny, please. Ricky's probably seen me naked more times this week than you have in your entire life," Chris said, winking at me as he slid past my stall and headed straight for the fridge. I started to let out a sigh of relief upon seeing that he wasn't actually completely naked. His baggy 'Stick to your guns' board shorts hung low on his hips, just enough to see the hem of his 'Kelvin Klein' boxers. He grabbed a carton of cranberry juice and held it above his head as he swigged a good few mouthfuls of its contents. My eyes were fixated on his Adams apple that bobbed up and down. A few droplets of red juice escaped his lips that were clamped loosely around the container. I had to catch myself before his sister witnessed my dopey eyes. Fuck...I was craving his touch so bad right now.

"Ew! Too much information! I already heard too much last night," his sister squealed, covering her ears. Judging from her actions, I guessed Chris had already told her about us. I smiled to myself.

"I'm so happy your eating better though Chris. You used to be so skinny before, nice to see a bit of flesh on you," she said, high-fiving him after he closed the fridge.

Chris lent his elbows back on the counter lazily, displaying his perfectly defined upper body.

"I couldn't keep up that vegetarian diet forever on the road. We were all wasting away man- even Ryan. Besides, I'm a pussy for my chicken wings. I've eaten so many this year its crazy." He chatted away with his sister as I just starred at his bare chest.

He had really nice pectoral muscles; they were one of my favourite things about his body. To be honest, there were countless things I loved about his body, including his hips. And how the fuck did a man manage to get such delicious curves?

Seeing Chris shirtless was always dangerous for me, but this time I could do nothing to will away my erection. In fact, my thoughts were encouraging it. I was lucky to be sitting at a table because if Chris saw it he'd never let me live this down. I could easily imagine him laughing at how pitiful I was. It was as if I had turned into a teenager again.

"You should go visit Dad this week, he'll be glad to see you. Mum's gonna be home this evening so urm...no funny business?" Danny warned, getting out of her chair. "I'll see you two after school then."

She lent up, kissed Chris on the cheek and gave me a smile and a wave, before jogging out of the door.

(((oOo)))

After breakfast Chris led me to his garage. I had been here many times for band practice; Chris and I both had garages at our family home stocked up for rehearsal or creative purposes. The only difference was that I didn't have a drum set and that was because I had moved it to the apartment I shared with Angelo. We'd already written half of our record in the studio with our producer Tim Skold about three months ago. Now that our tour has ended, we planned on writing the rest at home and then bringing the work to our other producer, Jason.

"Okay, so I thought it would be a good idea to work out a few drum beats and get the spooky keyboard shit going for a few songs?" Chris asked. Straight to work, like always. He'd switched into professional mode and here I was, half hard and distracted already. Get a hold of yourself Olson!

"Ok. Which song?"

"I really want to wrap up the song we're doing with Brandon from Bleeding Through if that's alright? Since we've already done lead guitar and the lyrics are sorted, we may as well. You said you tracked bass ideas right?" He asked me, seating himself on the drum kit. "Plug your
laptop into the speakers then and lets just do a bit of free jamming."

And that's how it went for the next couple of hours. We put the guitar and bass track on repeat and just improvised: me on the keyboard and Chris on the drums.

"You know what, what you did just then was pretty fucking epic. Do the same thing again but an octave higher!" Chris shouted as we approached the chorus for the tenth time.

"Wanna take a break?" I asked him when the song was over. I was in a bit of mess- what with Chris literally starring at me with no shame all the time. Every time I glanced in his direction, his eyes were on me. I tried to ignore him and not stare back...but that didn't last long. I wanted to know what was on his mind.

"Sure, lets grab some lunch. I'm starving!" he announced, dropping his drum sticks on the floor and cracking his knuckles. "One songs done so maybe we'll just stop until my mum comes home," he told me, letting his hair out of the ponytail he'd made to get his hair out of his face.

I thought about what he said for a second, "Wait, why? What's your mum gotta do with it?"
Chris rose his eyebrows, "Why, do you really want do be doing dirty things with me in front of my mother Richard?"

I blushed instantly, starting to stutter some kind of response.

"Didn't think so, I'm yours until like six," he said, glancing down at his watch. His raven hair covered his face from me so I ran to him, catching him off guard as I sat myself on his lap. He looked up at me, surprised as I hugged his neck.

"So you're mine?" I asked as he nuzzled his nose into my neck. I sighed happily, squeezing him tighter.

"All yours."

(((oOo)))

We ended up ordering a pizza since the cupboards were empty. By the time the pizza delivery guy came I had showered and changed into a pair random pyjama shorts I'd found on Chris' drying rack. I made do with it even though I had to keep pulling it up. I also threw on the fuzzy grey jumper Chris was wearing last night. It smelt clean enough and looked really comfortable.

I heard the front door close and jogged down the stairs to greet the smell of margarita and sizzling meat. I didn't know exactly how hungry I was until now. Before I entered the kitchen I quickly glanced at myself in the mirror on the wall beside me. My hair was a bit all over the place, so I combed it back with my fingers. I looked a little windswept, but at least my eye makeup was symmetrical.

I had to leer myself away from the mirror by telling myself that there was nothing I could do right now to look better to Chris.

"Hey babe," Chris gave me a half smile as I walked in. He put down the pizza boxes on the counter and opened his arms out. "Come here."

Even though it was really stupid at times, I had to admit it was exciting how nervous I occasionally got around him. I hadn't felt this childish sensation since my first crush in high school and that was nowhere near as intense as this.

It took every last fibre of will power to avoid his lips when he lifted my chin up, and he ended up kissing my cheek instead. I watched him pout and I patted his cheeks- a habit I had gotten into since this adorable side of Chris became known to me.

“Why don’t we…eat first?” I managed to ask as he dipped me backwards, trying to kiss down my neck.

“I’m warning you Ricky, you resisting me is just turning me on more,” he growled into my ear. I shuddered.

I was both disappointed and relived when he let me go. He ran his hands through his hair and picked up both pizza boxes with one hand, stalking off into the lounge. I followed him into the large cosy room and sat myself down on the carpet. I flicked through the TV channels to see if anything interesting was on. The Lord of the Rings had only started twenty minutes ago so that seemed watchable.

We both dug into our pizza and as usual eating consisted of me taking my small bites and Chris wolfing down and barely chewing his food. He finished his box pretty quickly and lay down on his side, seemly stretching but I knew from experience that he was gonna try and steal one of my pizza slices. I was full already, so I didn’t mind.

He lay like that silently for a couple of minutes, stealing glances at me whenever he thought I wasn’t looking. I ignored him for a while, seeing as he did this often because I guess he found it interesting how uncomfortable I tended to get.

I found something particularly funny when a gremlin-like creature from the movie started to dance around crazily, and I turned to Chris. I had forgotten he was watching me and figured he would have stopped after like ten minutes. I guess I was wrong. He had a look in his eyes that made me want to turn the movie off and let him have his way with me.

“You don’t look like you’re gonna eat that,” Chris smiled up at me from his position on floor. He rolled onto his stomach and lent up on his elbows, opening his mouth wide.

I couldn’t help but pat his head. He acted so adorably sometimes it almost killed me. I fed him a slice of pizza and he took a small bite out of it, making sounds of approval as he chewed it slowly.

“This pizza tastes way better than mine,” he said, licking his lips. Our eyes were solely fixed on each other.

“Ha, it was the same flavour you silly thing,” I laughed, patting his head with my clean hand. Chris shook his head.

“The difference is, it's your pizza,” he said slyly, winking at me. Well, he certainly had all the lines.

“If that isn't cheesy, I don’t know what is...no pun intended,” I slapped him playfully upside the head. He just smirked at me knowingly.

“Well I know if you feed me another with some garlic source, then that would taste even
better.” The mischievous glint in his eyes made me hesitate for a second, but then I eventually dipped the slice into the tub of garlic source, generously coating it.

I bought it up close to his mouth with my other hand hovering under it, catching a large white droplet on my finger tip. I gulped dryly as Chris took a huge bite out of the slice, cream escaping from the corner of his lips. He flicked his tongue out to catch it before it rolled down his chin. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself sane.

He finished up the rest of the pizza in the same manner, with me dipping slices into the garlic source and feeding him. The movie on in the background was totally forgotten. His head had also found its way into my lap.

“Get up a sec Chris, I’m gonna wash my hands real quick,” I told him, referring to my left hand that had garlic source coating my fingers. I tried to hoist myself up but Chris, however, made no move to get up and was like dead weight holding me down.

“It’s alright, let me get that,” he offered, leaning up on his elbow to grab my hand.
He bought my fingers into his mouth and sucked on them, taking his sweet time to clean them off by rolling his tongue around them individually. I caught myself moaning but couldn’t help it as he sucked on them harder. When he pulled away, the string of saliva that connected us glistened.

“Oh fuck,” I heard myself say. I timidly put my other finger into his mouth and watched greedily as it slid past his lips and into his warm cavern. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked particularly hard.

“You're so gorgeous….” I murmured, trying not to blink as I soaked up the perfect view in front of me. It was impossible for Chris not to feel me harden since his hand was basically on my crotch.

“You like that don’t you, you dirty boy. What are you imagining in that sick mind of yours?” he smirked, sitting up and pressing his lips against mine harshly. I bit his bottom lip lightly in response and he opened his mouth, allowing me to drive my tongue inside him and share the taste of the garlic source he so much loved. I couldn’t remember it being so delicious.

He pulled away and looked down at me expectantly. As we were kissing he must have pulled me into his lap because I was now plastered against his chest and caged in by his arms.

I looked up briefly to meet his gaze, but then closed my eyes and started kissing down his bare chest. Chris lifted a finger under my chin to stop me.

“What were you thinking about?” he asked again, his eyes flashing in warning.

“You really have to know don’t you?” I asked in defeat, my cheeks heating up with embarrassment. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning forward and whispering into his ear. “You…you fucking know what I’m thinking about.”

“I’ve never done it before though, so don’t expect me to be any good…” I heard him say, feeling the sweet vibrations of his throat.

“I can be your first. Besides…you'll be the first guy to ever do it to me,” I muttered into his ear and then started to kiss down his neck.

Chris held me back so that he could see my face. “What are you on about? What about that guy you were seeing a few months back?”

I sighed at his confusion. “Look Chris, I’ve never slept with a guy before. Yes I’ve...sucked them off before on a whim, but I haven’t really had proper sex since my last girlfriend…” I looked away, ashamed that I had admitted this to the guy I loved.

“So…last night….I was your first?!” Chris exclaimed, terrified. I whipped my face back to him.

“I’m not a virgin dumbass!” I hollered, gripping his arms tightly. The fact that his muscles were stiff as fuck made me squeeze harder with frustration.

“No I know that! I mean…I was your first man? I hurt you didn’t I? You should have told me, I would have treated you more gently!” he cried. I could see the hurt on his face. His concern was endearing and I relaxed my angry grip on his biceps.

“You were gentle,” I smiled, tucking some stray midnight lock behind his ear. “But before you I’ve…I…” my voice died in my throat and I hunched down into Chris’ embrace, hiding my face against his shoulder.

“You can tell me anything Ricky. You know it’s only me right? I’m still your best friend and as much as I think its fucking adorable how nervous I guess I make you feel…I’m still the same old Chris.”

“But that’s the problem…” I sighed. “I care if you see me in a different way…”

A moment of silence passed as I calmed myself down, trying to take in deep breaths to slow down my heart that was hammering harshly against my chest. Chris held me tightly and I felt comforted enough to relax.

He swung an arm under my legs and stood up, lifting me bridle style. His heart beat dictated that he was calm. I needed to get a grip.

He placed me on the couch and instantly started striping off my cloths. I lifted my arms up as he took off the fuzzy jumper I had borrowed from him. He pulled back the waistband of my shorts slightly and stopped to look up at me, an eyebrow raised in question.

No underwear?” he asked, his mouth slowly itching up into a smile. I let out an uncharacteristic laugh and grabbed hold of the cushion beside me, bringing it into my arms and squeezing it.

I guess it was now or never.

“I….think about you all the time…” I started to admit to him. “It didn’t hurt cause…I’ve been preparing for you. First with just my fingers, then I used a...a dido." I said, peeping my eyes up over the cushion to see a dark blush spread across Chris' face. Shit! I quickly looked down. "I mean...I...I...didn't want our first time to not feel good for you..."

I looked up again, gradually facing him dead on. His expression was almost entirely blank, aside from his mouth hanging wide open. I waited for him to say something. It took a while.

And then his eyes warmed up abruptly and that sexy dark smirk of his stretched across his lips slowly.

A chill rattled down my spine.

He didn't say anything, he just grabbed the back of my head and pulled my lips to him. Our kiss was sensual and slow, and I felt my manhood grow into complete hardness. Chris must have felt it too because he started rubbing it through my shorts. I moaned quietly as his big hand reached under my waistband and grabbed my length, stroking the tip with his thumb. I was already leaking.

"How is it possible to be this adorable?" I heard him say against my neck as his kissed down it. My heart fluttered and I stroked the back of his neck.

He sucked hard against my collar bone, grazing the flesh there with his teeth. It hurt, but for some reason the idea of him marking me on purpose set my imagination and senses on fire.

I moaned his name out without thinking first, my voice not sending any information past my brain at all.

"Mmmmm Chris...." He continued to suck different patches on my upper chest, surely leaving angry red marks in his wake.

"You masturbating with a dildo and screaming my name. That's so delicious," he told me, looking up with his golden eyes. "On the tour bus? Right above my head?"

"Yeah," I said, too flustered to beat around the bush. "When ever the lights got dark."

"How big was it? Do you still have it?" he smiled innocently. His half lidded eyes, however, were clouded with desire.

"No! It's at home you idiot!" I exclaimed. Oh god...what ideas had I put into this mans head?

"And...it wasn't as big as you..." I murmured.

"Tell me how much better I make you feel?" Chis hissed in my ear, reaching over me. He arched his back up, aligning his crotch directly over mine, and brought his hips down to press against me. He was hard too and our clothed erections rubbed against each other crudely. I watched the sensual way his hips rolled back and forth.

"Ah....so much better," my fingers scraped down his sides, emphasising my need for more.

"Chris, please..." I begged, not sure what exactly I was begging for.

He stopped grinding his hips into me and sat up. His eyes were fixed on my crotch and I gulped. When he pulled down my pants I had to ball my fists to keep myself from running away. I wasn't exactly very big, although what I lacked in length was made up for in thickness. The guy had probably never put his face so close up to a guys dick before- I could see it in his curious expression.

"Chris, you don't have to..."I told him quietly. But if he stopped I'd feel so let down.

He shook his head. "I want to."

(((oOo)))

He had no mercy. That was the only way I could describe what Chris was doing to me. I had ended up supporting my weight on just my shoulders, since Chris had hooked both my legs over each of his shoulders so that my hips were raised closer to his face. He was sucking on me so hard it was like he was literally trying to milk my orgasm from me.

His serious expression set fire to my chest every time our eyes connected. I was now hyperventilating and fondling with my nipples shamelessly. I couldn't help it! To be quite frankly obvious, I half expected him to pity me and understand how much he was turning me on. Every time he released me in order to breathe, his mouth would make a wet popping noise and he would never fail to catch his breath with a sinister smile. He must have really enjoyed my bitching and squirming. I didn't understand why; I was basically having a very unattractive fit.

"Annnnnn~" I whipped my head from side to side, unable to take it anymore. "I'm gonna fucking cum! I don't care...I have to!" I cried. What was I saying? Even if I cared about releasing my load like a pussy after only five minutes...I wouldn't have been able to hold it.

Chris immediately released me and I whimpered at the loss of his warm mouth. "Don't you fucking dare," he growled. "You can later. I'm not done here." I felt him fiddle around with something, but couldn't see what he was doing. The next thing I knew was that his mouth was on me again. He flicked his tounge across the tip, making a consciously effort to show me that he was rolling the small drops of pre-cum around in his mouth. I tried my best to bare it and not release all over his face. I had a gut feeling he wouldn't like that all.

"I can't wait to taste you," he whispered, then opened his mouth wide and dragged his tounge all the way up my length from the bass. I squeezed the life out of the pillow above my head.

I felt him press two fingers against my entrance. A warm thick substance coated his fingertips. "Relax for me babe," he cooed. He just called me 'babe'. My heart fluttered and I relaxed my ass for him. When his two fingers slide past my opening, he started pumping them in and out of me slowly. My head lolled back as I enjoyed the feeling of him rubbing my walls. I felt his mouth take in the whole length of my cock, deep throating me.

"Ahhhhh!!!!! Oh my god Chris!" I cried, gritting my teeth and letting out a string of profanities.

When his nails brushed against my prostrate I yelped at a high pitch, jerking upwards and gagging him a little. Tears of frustration seeped out of the corner of my eyes as I tried my best not to spill my load.

He released me with a 'pop' again and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. At the same time, he bent his fingers at an angle and started ramming into my prostrate at an ungodly speed.

"Ohhhhh Fuck! Fuck! Fuckkkkk!" I shouted as his hit me over and over again. "Ohhhhh! I'm gonna...I can't stop...oooooh shit!" I cried, then chewed my lip to shut myself up. I tasted blood instantly.

"Fuck yeah! Cum for me gorgeous. Do it for me," he said lowly, ripping his fingers out of me and squeezing an ass cheek really hard.

And like a hose I came fast and hard just as Chris pulled my cock back into his mouth. He took the whole thing up like I was his favourite sherbet straw. He swallowed it all like a pro, no mess and no evidence left.

He looked at me, licking his lips with a hungry expression. "Dessert has never been so perfect," he said, letting my hips lie back down on the couch, and then crawling over me so that his face was right above me. He lent down to murmur in my ear. "I'd say ten out of ten for presentation," he said, nipping my ear lobe. "And ten out of ten for taste," he said against my jaw. "Mmmmmmm."

His dirty talk was so intense I could feel myself getting worked up even though I was still disorientated from my orgasm.

"Don't lie, it fucking tastes awful," I murmured, stroking his hair since I couldn't see his face. He smiled against my neck.

"It might be an acquired taste, but I could have that drenching my pizza instead of garlic source-"

"Ew! Shut up Chris!" I cried out in embarrassment, the idea too disgusting for me to allow him to talk any further.

"Taste yourself Ricky," he demanded, leaning up and forcing his tounge into my mouth. I tried to deny him initially, but I was weak against his strong grip on my arms.

"I don't want to!" I gasped finally, rolling off the couch and falling to the ground. When I got to my senses I looked up to see Chris sitting up, laughing at me. He was completely naked now and his jumper lay skewed across his lap, covering below his hips. He followed my gaze to his crotch and smirked characteristically at me.

"You want my cock don't you?" he asked. I groaned at his tone.

When I stood up he chucked off the jumper, revealing his gigantic cock that rested up against his stomach.

I stuck my palm out, gesturing for him to hand over the lube he had used on me. He placed it in my hand, his fingers lingering longer than they had too.

I worked his length until it was glistening wet with the gel. Once I was done, I tossed the small bottle aside. Chris reached out and gripped me by the hips. "Take a seat Olson," he ordered, spinning me around so I faced away from him.

I carefully lowered myself down onto his cock and he slid into me easily. I engulfed a good few inches, and then paused to ready myself to be fully seated.

And just before I deemed myself ready to move, the man hooked his hands under my knees and forced me to slide down completely.

"FUCKING HELL!" I cried, gasping as my walls were stretched. "Fuck you Chris!" I growled.

"That's right baby!" he cheered from behind me, slapping my ass fast. "And I intend to fuck you right back."

I took that as a challenge and clamped my walls around him as tightly as I could. I heard a moan sound from behind me.

"Not if I fuck you first!" I warned him. Hey, you only live once.

I turned around, managing to swivel around one-hundred-and-eighty degrees without disconnecting. Just doing that felt amazing, and now that I was facing Chris I could see the look of bliss on his face.

"You being so flexible is turning me on," he told me, diving forward to kiss my lips. I smoothly avoided him.

"Not as much as this will," I said, getting up on my knees and then slamming back down onto his cock. I let out a broken moan, and then repeated my ministrations over and over, the springs of the couch doing their job in helping me to bounce up and down.

"Mmmm fucking ride it, ughhh!" Chris moaned, tilting his head back. The light caught his lip piercings and they shimmered. I instantly closed my eyes and tilted my head down at an angle, plastering my lips against his viciously. I heard him groan into the kiss.

I was kissing him breathlessly as I bobbed up and down against him. After a while, I stopped to concentrate on his mouth for a while. I opted instead to roll my hips in a circular motion, grinding against him. My walls were spontaneously clenching and relaxing around his length.

He reached his arms behind me and pulled me tightly to him, forcing us to stop kissing as his embraced me. He snuck a hand down to my ass and squeezed it again as I continued to grind into him.

"This is so hot," he mumbled against my chest. His hands slid up and lay to rest on my lower back. I launched myself up and down on his cock again, moaning out a string of profanities.

At one point he gave me an extra push upwards, lifting me higher than before, and completely let go of me so that gravity slammed me back down into his lap. His manhood crashed into my prostrate at several miles per hour and I screamed.

"Mmmm just like that. Slam your beautiful ass up and down my cock," he hissed into my ear when I slumped against him, waiting for the stars to dissipate from my vision.

I did what I was told, shouting at the top of my lungs as I abused my prostrate. When Chris started trusting hips up to meet my slams, I dug my nails harshly into his shoulder.

"Oh god! FUCK MEEEE," I cried as he raised his hips and thrust into me at a brutal pace.
I was tossed onto the couch and fell on my side. Chris was instantly over me and shoved himself back inside me, hitching one of my legs up.

I gripped the nearest item and readied myself before my ass was massacred.

Both of our moans and curses got louder as we both neared our peaks. Chris placed his hands around my neglected cock and only pumped it a couple of times before I saw white.

Soon after, Chris emptied inside of me and I felt his smooth warm liquid fill up my insides.
We both leaned in towards each other at the same time and connected our lips together as we came down from our high.

Chris pulled away first, and looked down to watch his cock slide out of me. He groaned and then sat back on his heels, reaching out and circling a finger around my bruised sticky entrance. I pushed down unconsciously, cum leaking out of my ass.

"So fucking hot..."Chris hissed, his eyes still glued on my asshole. I was twitching continuously, having lost control of my lower body. I closed my legs, embarrassed at his starring.

His golden orbs flashed me a look I knew well.

"My bedroom, now," he demanded, standing up. He reached a hand out to me and I took it, letting him haul me to my feet. He slapped my ass as soon as I was steady and I yelped.

"If you don't run, you're not gonna be able to walk for a week," he growled. I shuddered, and spun on my heel, scooting over to the door.

I turned around and waited for him to catch up with me. Bad Idea.

He pinched my ass painfully and I squealed, backing away from him as he continued walking forward.

"What did tell you Richard?" he seethed at me. I bit my tounge when I noticed that he was almost fully erect again.

When I didn't answer he flashed me a wicked smirk, mouthing 'run' to me.

I fucking ran for my life.

Notes

Apologies if there's too much sex.... Should I perhaps tone it down? xD I wanted this chapter to be a clean plot...but acknowledge how I gave up half way and they started getting it on. Opps ¬_¬

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