17. Seventeen Chris
Seventeen: Chris
The motel was worse than the last one, but it didn't matter. I'd imploded my life for the one person standing in front of me right now. The person with that blended look of innocence and vixen.
"Chris," she whispered. "I... um."
"What?"
"I want to do something. I've never done it before, but I... want to."
I leaned back against the headboard, arms crossed over my chest as I watched her suck her lip into her mouth and chew nervously. "Yeah? And what's that?"
"Strip for you," she said, and I swear the words were like a fucking match to gasoline.
The air between us crackled, heavy with want. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips, that innocent little tease. My blood ran hot, every muscle tight with need. I didn't move, didn't speak, let her call the shots. Let the little ember have some power. Who knows? Maybe it would be enough to make me want to give her more.
"Turn around," I growled, finally breaking the silence. "Let me see you."
She twirled, her movements fluid. I could see the silhouette of her body through her clothes, promising everything I wanted to take. I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms, the raw desire coiling tighter inside me. Holy fucking fuck was she ever perfect.
"Show me what you got, sunshine." The words were a dare, a command, and she stepped into them like a queen claiming her throne.
Her hands slid to her hips, and I watched every goddamn second, my throat dry as fuck. This was torment, the sweetest fucking agony.
"Like what you see?" she asked, a challenge in her gaze.
"More than you know," I admitted. My control was slipping, thread by fucking thread, and we both knew it. She hadn't even begun yet and I was already tenting my jeans.
"Good," she breathed out, and the air turned electric with what was about to unfold.
The first button of her blouse popped open, and my breath hitched. A strip of pale skin, a tease of lace beneath. Damn, she must have got that when we stopped for lunch. She smiled, that damn temptress smile, and she knew she had me by the balls. Her fingers, slow and deliberate, worked the next button, then another.
"Like unwrapping a gift," I muttered, eyes glued to the sliver of flesh becoming a chasm as her shirt fell open.
Her shirt slid off her shoulders. I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, itching to slide my fingers across her skin. Her top hit the floor with a whisper and there she stood, purity wrapped in the promise of sin, black bra cupping her breasts.
"Fuck," escaped my lips. Raw, unfiltered desire. My fists clenched, imagining them tracing the lines of her body. Control was starting to slip.
She turned, giving me the profile of her curves, hips swaying with each step as she reached behind to unhook her bra. It fell away, and my cock throbbed.
With a shimmy, her leggings slid down her legs, pooling at her feet. Black panties, another barrier, but not for long. She stepped out, stood bare except for those scraps of lace, stubbornness etched in every curve of her petite frame.
"So Charming," she breathed, "your move."
"Sunshine," I said, voice thick with lust, "you got no idea what you've started." But as I closed the distance, I knew one thing for certain—we were both about to find out.
The wall was cold, but her skin flushed against mine. My hand shot out, fingers wrapping around that delicate throat, pressing her back against the plaster with a force that echoed in the cramped space of the motel room.
"Fuck," she gasped, eyes wide, pupils blown. But not with fear. No, not from my sunshine. Excitement, dark and sweet, shimmered there. How different from a couple weeks ago. My beautiful little ember was fanning into a flame.
"Oh my God..." Her lips parted, the words a breathless invitation.
"Shhhhh."
My free hand slid down, rough against smooth skin, diving beneath those black lace panties. Hot, so fucking hot and wet, she was ready for me. Two fingers plunged into her with no mercy, no slow tease. Just raw, unbridled need.
"Shit," she moaned quietly, hips bucking against my hand, nails scraping paint off the wall. That sound, that fucking perfect chorus of pleasure, it was like a drug mainlined straight into my veins.
"More," she begged, and I obliged, fingers curling, hitting that spot inside that turned her sighs into full blown groans.
"Good girl," I growled, thumb circling her clit, orchestrating her lust with every flick.
"Chris... oh God." Her body shook, muscles clenching around my fingers. She was close, teetering on the edge. And I held all the power, the master of her climax.
"Come for me, sunshine," I commanded. "I wanna feel you lose your fucking mind."
Her response was a scream, pure and unrestrained as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. I drank it in, every shudder, every cry, a savage satisfaction roaring through me.
I sank to my knees, hungry for a taste of her. I peeled those black lace panties down her thighs. Fucking finally. That perfect pussy waited for me, cum dripping down her thighs. My mouth was on her before she could catch her breath from the last high, tongue lashing with precision at the tender flesh that quivered under my touch.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Her hands pulled my hair, tugging, urging me deeper into her heat. I obliged, savoring every moan that poured from her lips like it was my fucking salvation.
"God, yes!" she cried out, her body a live wire, sparking under my touch. I grinned against her, teeth grazing the softness there, loving how she danced on the edge for me.
"Like that, sunshine?" My voice vibrated against her soaked folds. "You like how I tongue fuck you?"
"More... please," she begged, hips grinding against my face. And shit, that please—it cut through the grime in my soul, made me want to lay the world at her feet. But right now, all I had to give was this—my worship at the altar of her pleasure.
"Ravenous little thing," I muttered but it was praise, not reprimand. Two fingers slid back inside her, setting a punishing rhythm that matched the flicks of my tongue. The dual assault had her spiraling, legs trembling as she clung to my hair to stabilize her.
"Chris..." Her plea was a ragged whisper, torn from lungs that forgot how to breathe. "I can't—"
"Can't what? Can't take it?" I surged on, relentless. "Or can't get enough?"
"Both," she gasped, and fuck if that wasn't the hottest admission. My cock throbbed, aching to claim her, but this moment—it was hers. For her.
"Then come, Ella. Let me drown in it." It was an order, given with the full force of my authority, and she shattered beautifully, her climax a storm that swept us both under.
"Fuck, little ember..." My heart hammered against my ribs. Even as she shook, I chased her high, licking her clean.
"Holy fuck, I don't think anything can top that," she breathed.
"Oh, really?" I growled, rising to tower over her once more. "Watch me."
I stood, my blood pounding in my ears. The motel room's dingy walls felt like they were closing in, yet somehow the space between us was too fucking far. I grabbed her hips and yanked her to me, harsh and unyielding.
"Get on your hands and knees," I ordered. And like the good girl she was, she dropped to her knees before laying her hands on the ground.
"Like this?" Her voice was breathy.
"Perfect." My gaze raked down her arched back, over the curve of her ass. Her hair fell perfectly over her shoulder as I grabbed it and wrapped it around my fist, pulling her head back. "Just like that."
I lined myself up at her entrance, precum beading at the tip of my cock. "You ready for me, sunshine?"
"Yes, sir."
I slammed home with one brutal thrust, every inch of me enveloped by her heat. She cried out, but it wasn't pain. It was pure, raw pleasure - a sound that fucked with my head more than it should.
"Fuck!" My grip on her hips was bruising, sure to leave marks. Souvenirs of our sin. I set a punishing pace, driven by a need so primal it bordered on feral.
"Chris... oh God..." Her moans punched through the haze of lust clouding my brain.
"Say my name again." It was a growl, possessive and dark, demanding she acknowledge who was railing her into oblivion.
"Chris!" Her cry was louder this time, desperate and needy.
"Mine," I snarled, punctuating each word with a deep thrust. "Say it. Say you're fucking mine and mean it."
"Yours, I'm yours," she gasped. And for the first time, I actually believed her.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, raw and obscene. Sweat traced paths down my spine, every muscle tensed as I fucked her. I watched her ass meet me stroke for stroke, jiggling as I pulled her back, again and again.
"Harder," she begged, and shit, if that didn’t strip away any semblance of control left in me.
"Fuck, sunshine..."
"Yes, oh my God, yes!"
And as we moved together, wild and unrestrained, I knew this was where I belonged. In the chaos, in the storm, with her beneath me, around me, fucking overtaking me. Thank you, Priscilla, for bringing this into my life.
"Chris, I'm close... so damn close."
"Come for me, Ella. Now."
Her back arched as I yanked her hair, pussy clenching around me, pulling me under. She pulsed around me and my fuck, she pulled my orgasm right out of me. I filled her, allowing my cock to empty inside her. If I hadn't been chemically castrated, we'd be well on our way to making a baby. Somehow, the thought made me sad in a way I'd never felt before.
"Christ, that was—"
"Intense," she finished for me, her voice a whisper of awe and exhaustion.
"Understatement, Sunshine." I chuckled, picking her up off the floor and pulling her onto the creaky bed.
Silence hung heavy, punctuated by the ragged drag of our breathing. I stared at the ceiling, a cracked canvas, as sweat trickled down my temple.
"Chris..." Her voice was a feather touch against the rawness of my skin.
"Sunshine." I rolled my head to the side, met her gaze. Brown eyes shimmered, pools of emotion so deep they threatened to suck me under.
Her hand brushed my chest, fingertips dancing over inked skin. Each tattoo a story, a sin, a soul taken—and she read them like scripture, seeking absolution I couldn't grant.
"Does it hurt?" She touched the edge of a phoenix rising from ashes, wings spread wide across my ribs.
"Like hell." Each needle's bite was nothing compared to the ache pulsing through me now—the need to protect her, to keep her.
"Good." A small smile played on her lips, devilish and sweet. "You deserve a little pain."
"Feisty." I growled, flipping us without warning. Her gasp lost as my mouth claimed hers, a kiss punishing as much as it was pleading. She kissed back with fervor, nails digging into my shoulders, stoking the fire inside me.
"Fuck, Ella." My breath hitched, heart slamming against my chest. This wasn't just lust—it was something more dangerous, more consuming. She was my sin and salvation, wrapped in one perfect package.
"Again, Chris," she whispered against my lips, hips arching up into mine.
"Not right now, vixen." I nipped her lower lip, tasting blood, salt, her. I wanted to fuck her lights out. But I quelled the need, barely. We needed to sleep. "Rest."
"Make me." Challenge flashed in her eyes.
"Damn woman." I half-laughed before flipping her onto her back and laying beside her. She was something else.
"Feels right though, doesn't it? This? Us?" Her fingers traced idle patterns on my chest.
"Too right." The words came out gruff. "Scary how right it feels."
"Darkness suits you. But even you can't deny there's light starting to peek through."
"Your light, Ella." My thumb stroked her bare shoulder. "You're the fucking sunrise in my never-ending night."
A soft sigh escaped her, and she shifted, pressing closer. "I see you, Chris. All of you. And still, here I am."
"Shit," I exhaled, the weight of her words heavy. "Here you are."
"Here we are," she corrected, her lips finding the tattooed flesh over my heart. A kiss landed there, searing into my skin.
In the cocoon of our twisted embrace, I knew we were fucked. Two broken souls clinging to each other amidst the chaos we called life. But fuck if it didn't feel like the most right thing in the world.
This right here? This woman was mine. By God, I didn't expect to fall in love with the merchandise. To upend my life. To break free from the life I lived in the most brutal way possible. But she was mine.
Mine to protect. Mine to fuck. Mine to worship.