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The Last Ride Chapter 9 (AU Cowboy!C.Sturniolo)
summary: when spoiled and sheltered city girl Y/N finds herself in running in the wrong crowd, her dad gives her an ultimatum. it's either spend the summer of her gap year on her uncle's ranch or face being cut off and finding a job. just when she thinks it can't get any worse, she meets Chris, the brooding farmhand who thinks he knows her type. but as the summer goes on, they both realize there may be more to the other than meets the eye.
requested and advised by @rootbeerworshiper
contains: cursing, physical fight, verbal altercation, crying, cheating, lots of emotions, kissing, smut!, 6.9k words
a/n: holy shit y'all this is long. sorry. also links aren't working so you might have to go to the browser if you need the masterlist. love y'all
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The silence doesnāt last long around us as Uncle Buck and Dad come running towards the commotion. But Chris doesnāt react to their shouts, leaning down and grabbing Jace up by his shirt. I finally make myself known, going to kneel beside Jace until one of Chrisā friends grabs my arm and shakes his head.
āSay it again.ā Chris almost begs, his voice dark and dangerous like heās looking for a reason to hit him again.
Jaceās eyes spew pure hatred back and he curls his lip up in disgust. āGet your fucking hands off me. Do you know who I am?ā
āI think youāre a fucking baby who doesnāt know how to respect women.ā
For whatever reason that causes Jace to get more upset, as if it isnāt partially true. I feel frozen, like Iām watching a movie unfold in front of me and thereās nothing I can do to affect what happens.
Jace attempts to get up, itās unclear whether or not heās trying to get back at Chris again or just simply standing up but the boy on top of him isnāt having any of it.
Chris slams Jace back into the ground, pushing his back into the slightly rocky dirt. āLet me get up assholeā Jace spits out, clearly embarrassed by the crowd of people watching him get his ass kicked.
All that can be heard is a petty laugh from Chris as he looks down at Jace one last time. āNah. Go ahead. Youāre tough. Speak about her that way again and see what happens, pretty boy.ā
For once in Jace's entire lifeā¦ heās silent. He just looks to the side to avoid eye contact as Chris gets off of him. I thought this was the end, that the nightmare was over, but of course, itās Jace weāre talking about.
āThat bitch would never even like you.ā Jace mumbles under his breath, eyes still trained on anything but Chris.
Unsurprisingly Chris looks down at him, both figuratively and literally. What does surprise me, however, is how Chris immediately spits at the pathetic boy on the ground. āLeave my girl the fuck alone, for good.ā
This really set Jace off. Despite his inability to commit to a proper relationship, he was always possessive of me. āYour girl? She's only had one dick down her throat and itās certainly not yours.ā
Heās propped up on his elbows now, a familiar smug smirk on his face. All I feel is a pit in my stomach at his words. His words are spoken in front of everyone I care about.
Iām not a slut. Itās only ever been with Jace, and I never once enjoyed it as much as I thought I was supposed to. But Jace always told me I was good. For a long time, his approval was enough for me.
It became less about me finishing and more about having someone to tell me that I was doing a good job. And now heās sharing my most intimate details in front of all these people. In front of Chris.
I feel eyes on me as the tears well up in my eye sockets, my arms crossed over my body to cover whatever dignity I have left.
Chris takes one look at me standing there watching in horror, before focusing back on Jace whoās now standing up. Jace clearly thinks heās won this one since he still has a smug smirk even as he wobbles, but his nasty words donāt stand a chance next to the fuming boy whoās walking back towards him.
It all happens so fast, Chrisā sharp boot being kicked into Jace's side with full force. Jace is knocked back into the dirt as Chris shows no sign of stopping his painful movements.
Within a few seconds, my uncle is walking toward Chris to pull him back by his shoulders. āGet the fuck off me!ā Chris yells out, eager to return to where he left off.
But Uncle Buck just pulls him back further, his grip strong. āTake a walk boy.ā
āBut-ā Chris tries to argue but itās clearly a lost cause because the gaze in my uncle's eyes is more serious than Chris has ever seen it. He drops his head, breathing heavily, too full of respect for Buck to argue.
āTake a walk. Figure out your shit. Then come back, son.ā
āEvie?ā He asks softly, looking more like a kid being put in timeout than the man who just kicked someoneās ass for me.
āBirdieās got her. Go.ā
Before he does, we lock eyes one more time. But all the anger seems to have vanished from his features and he just looksā¦ disappointed. Before I can even think of something to say, he turns and walks away with his hands on his head.
Once heās out of eyesight, the crowd starts to dissipate since itās clear the scene, and the party for that matter, is over. My uncle helps Jace from the ground with my dadās help and I finally regain my ability to move.
As I come closer, Jace takes a step back like he thinks Iām going to take the next swing. Honestly, I really should. But I just clear my throat and narrow my eyes at him. āBitch, huh? Too much baggage for you?ā
He scoffs, his eyes damn near bucking out of his head. āThatās what youāre worried about? I was just viciously attacked! I need my fucking lawyer.ā
My lip curls up in disgust as I watch him pat his pockets for his phone and come up empty. āI canāt believe how stupid Iāve been. Youāre such a fucking loser.ā
He pauses and looks up at me, giving me a hateful look that turns slowly into a wicked smile. āYou want to talk about losers, sweetheart?ā
Since I know him well enough to know when heās going in for what he thinks is a kill shot, I brace myself before shrugging and forcing a mask of indifference. āYou canāt hurt me anymore, Jace.ā I lie. āI donāt care.ā
āWhat about her?ā He says, nodding at Lydia from where she stands a few feet away. As soon as she meets my eye, she goes frozen and pale as if sheās seen a ghost. And before he says another word, I know.
Memories resurface so quickly, that it feels like Iām watching them happen to someone else. Lydia freaking out whenever I touched her phone. The way Jace always remembered only two of our groupās orders at Starbucks- mine and Lydiaās. How conveniently they always seemed to end up near each other at events and parties.
My breathing hitches as I face her fully, fighting as hard as I can to keep my composure. āHow long?ā
āY/N, please-ā She tries to croak out, but I cut her off with a wave of my hand.
āHow fucking long?ā
She doesnāt answer for a moment and Jace chimes in behind me with an arrogant flair. āA year. About a week after we fucked to be more accurate. Great week for me.ā
Before I can blink, my dad snatches him by the shirt and throws him against the side of the house. āI suggest you start watching your fucking mouth. Itās gonna get you hurt.ā Dad lets him go and steps back with a warning look. āGo get your shit so I can get you back to your daddy.ā
My head is reeling as I look around dazed. The expressions range from anger to shock, and even worseā¦ pity. I canāt take it anymore, so I turn to rush to my room until I hear Jace call out behind me.
āAnd tell your little boyfriend, he can expect a call from my attorney.ā
I freeze and look over my shoulder, surprising both Jace and myself when I burst into laughter. āTry it and Iāll tell your dad every fucking thing I know. Iāll start by advising him to check his gambling books.ā
All the smugness abandons him as he goes white at my words so I give him a huge grin of my own. āYeah, thatās what I thought.ā
************
By the time I finally force myself to get out of the bath, Iām feeling completely numb. Iād sat in there for an hour, basically just staring at the wall and trying to figure out how Iād been so stupid.
Iām not even sad, not really. But thereās this ache in my heart like something is missing. I guess thatās what happens when you love someone for this long and lose them. Or maybe this is just proof of what my mind has been telling me all along- that I could never be enough.
When Iām dressed, I sit on my bed and check my messages. Iāve fallen out of the habit lately but tonight Iām longing for connection. There are a few worried texts but I ignore most of them, only answering Abby and letting her know Iām okay.
Thereās a message from Brielle swearing she had no idea about Lydia and Jace, but Iām not sure if I can believe her, and I donāt have the brainpower to try to figure it out tonight. Sheād left along with the other two at my dadās insistence and I honestly think it was for the best. At least until I figure out who I can and canāt trust.
A sharp knock sounds on my door and I sigh deeply and toss my phone before telling them to come in. Birdie strolls in holding a plate of the Welcome Home cake we never got to cut and I canāt help but smile.
āHi, my bunny. How are you feeling?ā Her voice is so kind and the question is so genuine, I feel like Iām about to crumble in her hands. I try, I really try, not to Iet a tear fall as I nod quickly, but I fail.
She rushes over to me, places the cake on the nightstand, and takes me into her arms. āLet it out, honey. Youāve earned it.ā
So I cry. Even though Iām not that surprised, even though I maybe even expected it. I cry for all the wasted youth I gave him. For all the effort I put into trying to be a girl he might love. For all the parts of me, I threw away to make room for him.
And yes, I maybe even cry for Lydia. For the days when Iād have called her my closest friend. I sob into my auntās arms until thereās nothing left to give, until my head throbs and my chest aches. Until, before I know it, Iāve fallen asleep.
*************
I wake up with a start to an empty and dark room thinking I must have slept through the next day, but realize itās only been a couple of hours. What the fuck? Isnāt heartbreak supposed to keep you asleep or something?
Groggily, I wrap my throw blanket around my shoulders and head into the living room to see whoās still awake but, to my surprise, itās empty. I guess they decided to go out since I did technically ruin their party. Fair enough, honestly.
Thereās not much to do in the house alone, so I decide to go see the one girl I know who wonāt ever let me down. I just hope sheās still awake.
When I get to the stables, the door is cracked a bit and I raise an eyebrow. There must already be someone here. I look down at my pajama pants that I haphazardly stuffed into my muddy work boots, trying to decide if itās worth the humiliation. Then I remember the events of a few hours agoā¦yeah, way past that point, I guess.
I donāt know what I expected to find when I pushed the door open, but it definitely wasn't this- Chris leaned against the back wall, knees to his chest and his head in his hands.
He hears the squeak of the door and looks up, his blue eyes stormy and dark. We hold each other's gaze for a long moment, neither of us saying a word until he finally stands.
āSorry, I shouldnāt be in here, Iāll go.ā He goes to rush out of the door so I move over to block it and panic, saying the first thing that pops into my head.
āWhereās Evie?ā
He pauses, not expecting the question, and blinks quickly. āShe..uh.. I took her home.ā A look of guilt passes over his face and he flinches. āI canāt believe I fought in front of her. Thank god Birdie grabbed her before she could see me like that.ā
He sounds so disappointed in himself that I want to pull him in for a hug but I hold myself back. āIām sorry. It was my fault.ā
Chris levels me with a look so fierce a shudder goes down my spine. āDonāt do that. Thatās on him. Not you.ā
āI just donāt understand why you did it,ā I admit, studying his boots instead of his face out of nervousness.
āIf you think I was gonna sit back and let that bitch of a boy call you out of your name, youāve lost your mind.ā He grinds out with disgust, his skin flushing red as anger seems to settle back in over him. He starts to pace back and forth as my eyes track him in frustration.
"But what does that have to do with you? Youāve made it clear you want nothing to do with me." I say, fighting to keep my voice level and calm. I donāt want to make whatever has forced its way between us bigger but Iām tired of guessing at how he feels.
He laughs bitterly, still refusing to meet my eye as he shakes his head. āHave I? Is that right?ā
I sigh, running a hand over my face. āThere you go again, speaking in riddles. Why canāt you ever just be direct? Iām tired of playing these games.ā
Chris finally stops his pacing and turns to meet my eye. āGames?ā He asks, disbelief clear in his tone. āYou think this is a game to me? I wasnāt ever playing with this, Scotch.ā He gestures between the two of us widely before he spins away from me again, locking his arms behind his head.
The seconds stretch on as I stare blankly at his back waiting to see if he will say more. Just as Iām about to leave him to his thoughts, he faces me again, seeming to come to a decision.
āFuck it.ā He says simply as he crosses the space in three long strides and catches my mouth in a kiss. He braces his hands on either side of my face, the movement so abrupt and passionate that it takes several seconds for my brain to catch up.
The momentum of the kiss causes my back to hit one of the empty stalls slightly but I don't care in the slightest when Chrisā lips are on mine.
He pulls back for a moment, realizing his body moved before his brain had a chance to comprehend what he was doing. āIs this okay? Iām sorry. I donāt ever do shit like that. I just-ā
I cut him off with another kiss, my hands pulling down his head to attach his lips back onto mine. This kiss is a lot different than the others weāve shared in our time together. Usually, itās short and sweet with smiles and small talk in between, but the passion behind this one is much more clear.
His hands trail on my sides causing me to shiver slightly at the touch. He detaches his mouth from mine again, but before I can get confused about it his lips make contact with my neck.
The way his lips suck softly on my bare skin has my head thrown back in pleasure, his hands coming up to make contact with my chest. āFuck, Chris. I need to feel you.ā I breathe out, reaching my hands towards his belt.
I can feel him hesitate, stiffening when I make contact before he groans and pulls back. His face pulls up in a helpless look and he shakes his head. āNot here.ā
I furrow my brows as I try to pull him back to me but he doesnāt budge. āWhy not?ā
He gives me a look of disbelief as he gestures at our surroundings, kicking his feet at the hay for emphasis. āScotch, ain't no way in hell Iām having sex with you in this dirty ass stable.ā
Disappointment and a tinge of rejection tug at my chest as I nod and take a step back. āOkay.ā
Tutting, Chris tilts my face up to his and presses a gentle kiss on my lips. āDonāt give me that look, baby. You know how bad I want you.ā
As he speaks, he drops kisses lower and lower down my jawline until he finds a sweet spot on my neck, running his tongue slowly over it.
āBut you deserve a bedā¦ā He swirls his tongue as he pauses, his hand on my hip slipping just below my waistband. āAnd I deserve time.ā
Moaning slowly at the sweet torture, I let myself melt into him until the frustration is too much and I push against his chest. āYou making me even more horny is just mean if youāre not going to do anything about it.ā
His eyes widen slightly at my desperate words as he pulls away, clearly not expecting that from me. āI..uh..never said that.ā He looks around the stable. āJust canāt do a thing about it here.ā
His answer was not a no, which is all I needed. I reach my hand down once more, fingers making contact with his obvious boner before I lean into his ear. āIf you canāt do it here, then youād better find somewhere you can.ā
He searches my face for signs of uncertainty but he comes up short, leaning down to place one more kiss to my lips before replying. āYes maāam.ā
***************
āOkay, Scotch,ā Chris says, turning to me as he throws his truck into park. āWeāre gonna have to be very quiet.ā
āWhy? Are we hunting wabbits?ā I ask sarcastically in my absolutely atrocious Loony Toons impression.
He gives me a completely unimpressed stare before he tilts his head up toward the sky. āGod, why? Whyād you give me this cornball?ā
āOkay. Okay. Whatās the plan?ā I ask through my laugh, my stomach doing an involuntary flip when his eyes land back on mine.
Instead of answering, he watches me for a second before leaning over the center console and pulling me in for a kiss. Itās short and sweet, his thumb caressing the side of my face. I feel the heat rising to my face even before he pulls away. āJust follow my lead.ā
I do exactly that, stepping carefully over the gravel and stepping to the side as he slowly unlocks and pushes open his front door. It makes a long creaking sound and we both hold our breath as we slip inside.
His house has the same classic farmhouse feel as my aunt and uncleās except for a more antique touch. I smile when I see the floral patterns that adorn almost all of the furniture in the room- a grandma classic.
As if it wasnāt hard enough to keep my steps quiet, Evieās toys are scattered across the floor like little landmines. I see Chris grimace as he sends a toy car zooming across the carpet accidentally. Just when Iām about to laugh at his clumsiness, I land down on a giant piano mat and suddenly Iām playing Beethoven with my feet.
Our eyes widen at the loud notes before Chris wraps his arms around my waist and snatches me off it. We freeze like weāre in a spy movie and weāve set off a laser but we donāt hear any movement.
We take the stairs two at a time, moving as silently as possible until we reach the top. As soon as we do, Chris bursts into quiet laughter. āI knew I should have made her pick up her shit before bed.ā
After what feels like an eternity we finally make it to his room, one of only two doors on this floor. He opens the door for me and ushers for me to go in first but I canāt help but feel completely awkward.
Itās one thing in the heat of the moment, but the stinging in my foot from where I stepped on a Lego has distracted my mind slightly.
When he closes his door behind him, I study him nervously before whispering, āDo we still have to be quiet?ā
Shaking his head, he walks past me and takes a seat at the foot of his bed. āItās only me up here. I mean, donāt yell or nothinā.ā
This pulls me out of my awkwardness a bit and I give him a teasing smile. āDamn. I guess Iāll just have to wait to hear you scream.ā
He raises an eyebrow and laughs, prodding his tongue against the inside of his cheek. āYou wish.ā
Still a bit too nervous to initiate anything, I take a moment to study his room. Itās a lot cleaner than Iād expect from a blue-collar boy, with only a few piles of clothes scattered around the floor. His bed is even surprisingly made.
His walls though are very typically bare, hosting only a small shelf of trophies, a framed Lil Skies vinyl, and a few pictures of friends and family on a corkboard. I scan them curiously, always desperate to know more about him.
I recognize a few of the friends but the picture of him being held by a woman with his eyes holds my attention. He looks about five years old, holding a cotton candy cone with a huge grin as he looks over at her. I run my finger over it gently, before deciding not to bring it up.
Instead, I go for something lighter and turn to point at the vinyl. āOkay, so, thereās being a fan, and then thereās an obsession. Why is it framed? I donāt even see a record player, you fraud.ā
His eyes widen in faux offense and he puts a hand up. āFirst of all, donāt question me about the GOAT-ā
āSo debatable-ā
āSecond! You expect me to believe you donāt have a record player collecting dust at home? No chance.ā
āActually,ā I say, rushing to defend myself. āItās definitely been used, thank you very much.ā
āHow many times?ā He questions, leaning forward and manspreading his legs.
At my very obvious wince of guilt, he scoffs and crosses his arms. āLemme guess. Itās got Bluetooth, donāt it?ā
āOkay,ā I say, laughing and shaking my head in shame. āShut up. I hate you.ā
āYou donāt.ā He says with complete certainty and I roll my eyes. Thereās that cockiness Iāve come to expect. But when I look back at him, it feels like the energy in the room has shifted a bit and I almost want to squirm.
He holds my eye contact with intensity before he gives
me a soft and firm, āCāmere.ā
Anxiousness almost nails me to my spot but I fight it to walk over and stand between his legs, resting my hands delicately on his shoulders as I look down at him. He runs his hands up and down the sides of my legs, pausing to pull me in closer before continuing.
Thereās nothing in the world I want to do more than kiss him at this moment so I do. Bending slightly, I press my lips to him in a slow and casual kiss that quickly turns more passionate. He lifts me onto his lap for more access before he hesitates and pulls away.
āAre you sure?ā He asks, his eyes bouncing between mine as if trying to detect if my mind has changed. āNothing has to happen tonight just because youāre here.ā
Even without the undeniable honesty in his tone, I would have believed him but hearing him say it out loud makes it that much easier. I nod profusely, leaning back in to kiss him again but he dodges it and takes my face in his hands.
āGonna need you to say it, Scotch.ā
āIāve never been more sure about anything than I am about this, Chris. I need you.ā I make sure to keep my eyes on his so he knows I mean it. But the minute itās out of my mouth, itās like a switch flips as he pulls me back in roughly.
He kisses me wildly, his lips moving against mine with every bit of neediness that Iām feeling as well. When his tongue touches mine and coaxes a tremor out of him, I realize just how much power heās handed over to me. But before I even have the chance to test it again, he flips us over, placing his body over mine as he slides me higher up the mattress.
It doesnāt take long for the kiss with him on top of me to take a turn. My legs are wrapped around him while his hands rest on my ass in order to pull himself closer to me. I can feel his bulge on me through the restriction of his jeans but it only makes me want him more.
He seems like he's slightly lost in the kiss. That or heās too scared to do anything else. I pull back, a sight whine in my tone as I look him in the eye. āYou do know you can touch me right?ā
āI just want to make this good for you,ā he replies, seeming uncharacteristically sheepish. Itās not often I see him so nervous which only makes me laugh through my breath.
āYouāve already made me more wet than I've ever been and youāve only kissed me,ā I whisper, causing a smile and a sense of relief to wash over him. āI just want to know what itās like to do this sort of thing with someone who cares about me.ā
āDo you trust me?ā He asks, as if the answer isnāt blatantly obvious, his hands sliding up my sides again. This time though theyāre under my shirt and the feeling is overwhelming.
I nod quickly. āāOf course I do, Chris.ā He smiles, dropping his head back down to my neck to suck on the skin softly. I get lost in the feeling momentarily, his fingers slowly tugging at the fabric that keeps me from him while I try my best to remain still under his touch.
As amazing as it feels, I grow impatient quickly as the throbbing between my legs overtakes any regular thought. āChris please.ā
He pauses on my neck for a moment, lifting my shirt above my head to leave me below him in the Victoria's Secret bra Lydia bought me for my 16th birthday. His eyes linger for a moment before he finally responds, a teasing smirk on his face. āPlease what?ā
I shake my head and fix my messed-up hair slightly. Of course, the asshole on top of me is going to make me spell it out for him. āStop making me wait for you.ā
āA whole damn summer of driving me insane and you think Iām gonna rush this?ā He scoffs playfully before his lips make contact with mine again. His hands find comfort on my chest, causing me to arch my back into the touch.
Expecting another cocky remark at my neediness, it takes me aback when instead he just instructs me to sit up, his voice taking on a deeper affliction. It takes me a second to comprehend why I'm sitting up for him until his hand snakes behind my back and unclasps the lacy fabric with one hand.
It feels very real suddenly but I try not to let myself get anxious under his gaze. I keep my eyes on his face, his kind open eyes reminding me thereās nothing to be worried about. Heās not Jace.
āYouāre so beautiful. Like really fucking beautiful.ā He whispers as he takes the fabric off me fully, leaving me exposed below him.
Before I can leave behind another snarky remark about how long heās taking his head dips down to my chest. He places a few kisses on my collarbone before his mouth finally makes contact with one of my nipples.
His tongue swirls around the bud and my hands canāt help but falter to his curly brown hair. The feeling of his lips sucking on me while his hands explore the rest of my body.
Heās true to his word on taking his time with me, and for once I donāt feel the need to rush it and get it over with. For once sex doesnāt feel like a chore.
Slowly, his kisses on my chest travel down my stomach, a soft noise left behind with each one. I squeeze my thighs together in order to relieve some tension that I'm not entirely sure what else to do with.
His fingers begin unbuttoning my pants and tugging gently before I lift my hips to grant him access. He slides them off along with my socks in one swift movement.
āWait,ā I say, causing concern to overtake his face in the dimly lit bedroom.
āAre you okay? We can stop,ā he replies, pausing immediately and pulling back.
I just reply by lifting his t-shirt over his head, messing up his hair slightly. āNow weāre more even.ā I smile.
He returns my smile, relief in his eyes as he kisses me. A more intimate kiss than before, a softer one that reminds me thereās more than lust between us. āI really like you.ā He says, voice low and urgent as if he needs to make sure I know.
For whatever reason this does it for me, more than the touches and the way his hands rest on my side. Not that I didnāt know but the confirmation lights me anew. He really likes me. He likes me for me and not some made-up version of who he thinks I should be.
āI like you more,ā I reply, a huge grin plastered on my face as he lowers his body back down to align himself with my center.
He kisses just above the line of my underwear, his thumb placing light pressure on my clit through the fabric while he replies. āImpossible.ā
His hands pull on my underwear slowly, as if asking for permission which of course I grant eagerly. Lifting my hips to help him out, I canāt help but flush at how slowly and sensually he pulls them off. He whispers something under his breath that I donāt catch but sounds a bit like ābeautifulā before he comes back to me.
Expecting him to slide inside of me at any moment, I sit up and reach down to undo his pants but instead, he pushes me back into the mattress and swats away my hand.
Just as Iām about to question him, I feel his hand reach down to make contact with the wetness thatās pooled up for him, his fingers exploring my entrance slightly as his palm places a light pressure to my bare clit.
I try my best not to moan out at the slightest contact, finding it embarrassing how sensitive I am. Itās not like I've never had an orgasm in my whole life; I just havenāt had one at the hands of another person.
His lips find comfort on my neck again to place a few light kisses before shifting his body down on the bed completely. I shift uncomfortably as his hands slowly slide down my body, the touch leaving prickly goosebumps behind.
āYouāre sure youāre okay with this, yeah?ā He asks as his face is completely aligned with the section of my body thatās practically begging for him.
āChris I swear to god if you ask me that again I'll-ā Iām cut off by his tongue licking a stripe through my folds, testing the waters and realizing just how easy it is to get me to shut up.
I place my hand over my mouth at the feeling of his nose brushing against my sensitivity, trying my best to keep my hopes still under his touch.
He pulls off momentarily before lifting my legs over his shoulders to grant him easier access. āIf you thought I was going to have sex with you without getting a taste, you are out of your mind.ā
I donāt bother replying, refusing to prolong the teasing any longer. But embarrassingly my heart canāt help but flutter at his desire to make me feel good. Itās nice being prioritized for once.
His lips wrap around the throbbing bud as he uses his tongue in an urgency I wasnāt expecting. My hips lift slightly up to meet his face but a hand pushes me into the bed by my lower stomach to keep me still.
My stomach is tensing at the pleasure of his tongue flicking repeatedly and it's near impossible to not let out any noises. A few small whimpers escape my lips without a second thought causing me to cringe slightly at the thought of anyone hearing this.
He slows his movements every once and a while to place delicate kisses on my lower half, practically cherishing me before he continues his relentless work on my clit.
My heavy breathing fills the room and it hitches at the addition of one of his fingers. It slides into me with ease and immediately curls upwards at a teasing speed.
A moan slips out of the palm of my hand and I can feel him smile against me as his finger stretches me out and his tongue continues the flicking movement.
I feel the build-up in my stomach approach but Iām scared of releasing my hand from my lips. Iām not used to having to hold back real moans during sex.
So I tap him on the shoulder, causing the boy to immediately look up at me with eyes that have my heart beating out of my chest. He watches me as pleasure coils inside my stomach, a look of satisfaction and wonder in his eyes.
He pulls his lips away from my core to place another loving kiss on my lower stomach. āCan I put another one in?ā He asks, looking up at me for permission.
I nod with a slight fear lingering in my head. Chris' fingers are definitely larger than my own.
He dips his head back down to refocus his attention on my clit momentarily before carefully entering another finger into my core. It must be obvious that itās been a while because he works slowly.
Soon enough the stretching turns into pleasure and a gasp slips from my lips as he curves his fingers deep inside of me, deeper than before. As his fingers curl up to hit the sweet spot I could never reach, his tongue swirls against my clit at its fastest pace.
His other hand rubs soothing circles against my hip as I cling to him, pleading for more as his tongue and finger find a rhythm.
When I feel my high building, itās so intense, so unlike anything Iāve experienced before, I almost want to run away. But Iām like putty in his hands as he works over my body, every kiss feeling like worship.
I say his name through a moan and meet his eye as waves of pleasure crash over me, his movements pausing and giving me a break as I ride it out. He crawls up my body, a grin on his face as I settle down and go weak in his arms.
Chris presses kiss after kiss to my face until I giggle and pull away to look him in the eye. āThat was-ā
āI know.ā He cuts in, his cocksure smirk snapping back into place as he raises a brow at me. I roll my eyes and shove him up, unable to hide my smile at his quiet laughter.
We both pause for a second, him seeming unsure how much further I want to go and me not being used to taking control. But something about the way heās looking at me fills me with confidence and I pull myself back over his lap, straddling him.
He sits up against his headboard, moving me with him, and places his hands on my hips as he studies me. I can see from his expression that he wants to ask yet again if Iām sure, so I cut him off with a hungry kiss, grinding myself against his jeans.
Straining even harder against his pants, he groans and gives in, reaching down to tug off his belt quickly. I slide off of his lap so he can stand and get off the rest of his clothes, my eyes frozen on his bulge as he removes his boxers.
My jaw drops as his length is revealed and I tear my eyes away to give him an incredulous look. Before I can stop myself, I stutter out a stunned, āIs that going to fit?ā
His eyes dance with amusement, biting his lip to keep from outright laughing at me before he nods. āYou can take it.ā
Stepping over to his nightstand, he pulls out a box of condoms before going to put it on. My heart starts to flutter a bit when I realize that itās a new and unopened box and I hide my smile.
Finally covered, he walks back toward me so I lie down on instinct, figuring heāll turn me around if he prefers backshots but he tuts and shakes his head. āUh uh, baby. This aināt a laid back kinda night.ā
He lifts me and takes my place, bringing me down to straddle him again. Panic floods me as I realize what he wants. āChrisā¦ I donāt knowā¦Iāve never done that before.ā
Embarrassment makes me look away from him but he grabs the back of my neck and gently tugs me down for a kiss. āItās okay, Scotch. I got you.ā
Nodding slowly, I let the feeling of safety settle over me before I give up control. Chris guides me up by my hips, placing me against his dick but letting me set the pace.
With a steadying breath, I slowly lower myself down inch by inch, gasping as he fills me. When I think thereās no way I could possibly take anymore, I look down and realize heās only halfway inside. Meeting his eyes, I give him a helpless look and he squeezes my hips.
āYouāre alright, baby. Just like that.ā
I can hear the strain in his voice as he tries not to move to let me adjust and it spurs me on until I completely bottom out. Chris whispers a quiet string of curses, screwing his eyes shut in pleasure. āFuck, I knew youād feel like this.ā
Moaning at his words and feeling my wetness pool around him, I rock my hips and throw my head back. I swirl my hips, trying to find a rhythm that feels right until Chris lifts me again.
This time, heās more urgent and a bit rougher, tugging me up and down as he thrusts his hips up to meet mine. I move with him, letting him push deeper inside of me until I want to scream. I want to lean down and kiss him again but the friction between us feels too good to break the rhythm.
Deciding to fight for my sliver of dominance back, I brace my hands on his chest and set my own tempo. It clearly drives him crazy, his hands gripping my hips tighter as he moans out my name. Not a pet name. Not even Scotch. But my name. And the way it sounds on his lips is enough to have me clenching against him.
āFuck.ā He groans, his hands traveling up to squeeze my breasts as they bounce with our movements. āThatās my fucking girl.ā
My moans must get too loud because he pulls me down and smashes his lips against mine, swallowing every whimper he coaxes out of me. I try to hold off when I feel another orgasm tearing through me, desperate to stretch this feeling out forever. But itās no use.
āChris, Iām coming-ā I try to say against his lips but he already knows, pulling back to watch me fall apart on top of him.
I press my face into his shoulder as I come around him, my teeth grazing his skin as I shudder with pleasure. Knowing Iām about a second away from tapping out, he picks up his pace, his lips going to the base of my throat.
He lets out a strangled sound before going limp and wrapping his arms even tighter around me. Neither of us moves a muscle, not even bothering to pull out as we breathe heavily skin to skin.
Thereās a moment of fear, of insecurity, when Iām not sure what will happen next. So I lie as still as I can hoping to prolong the moment when everything changes. The fear stays as he finally pulls away and goes to clean up. It persists when he comes back and hands me an oversized shirt and a pair of his boxers.
It isnāt until heās laid down beside me, my body pulled flush against his that I understand. Not until he leans me back to press a sweet and casual goodnight kiss on my lips.
Heās not anything like the boy I loved before. He can be a safe place to land
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