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THE PUNCHLINE: Chapter 10
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"This is what you do to your man?" Your smile changed colors, assuming a shade of dark red as you leaned into his ear and spoke very softly with a lot of air clinging to your words. "No, I whisper things to my man and watch him lose it in public," you placed the smallest kiss on his earlobe, "And I love it when he fucks my brains out later that night."
Chapter 10: Champagne
📜8.8K words 🚨Sexting, drunk dialing, mutual masturbation, implied somnophilia, nightfall (nocturnal emission), roleplaying: sex work fantasy (use of the term "escort"), narratophilia, public blowjob, public vaginal fingering, consensual sex tape, katoptronophilia (mirror paraphilia), Christopher and his unlimited supply of "baby girl", lowkey strength kink, newly introduced breeding kink, reference to lactation kink, choking, cumplay/cum eating, praising, food play, breast play, marking, edging, use of sex toys, oral sex, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie, fully charged vibrators recommended per usual. 💭Reblogs & comments are always appreciated and please keep in mind they are the ultimate motivation fuel. 🔖Story taglist: @elizalabs3 ; @septicrebel 📌Permanent taglist: @sai-kida134 ; @ughbehavior ; @bearseungmin ; @skywarriorkirby ; @sunnyville36 ; @hh0320 (@hwan-g) ; @svintsandghosts ; @jl-micasea-fics ; @skz317cb97 ; @abiaswreck ; @skyminniesworld ; @clearlyissleeping ; @cixhoneyhuns
It was a great day to take a walk to let out some of the excessive energy crawling in your body and do that very postponed grocery shopping. At first.
Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me with this.
Not even twenty four full hours had passed between your slip that was giving into Chris and seeing him with some woman, giggling at each other at some random coffee shop. He was never seen with someone accompanying him besides the gang, much less in broad daylight. You thought your eyes were deceiving you for a second, so you did what any normal person would: reached out to your phone and dialed his number while your eyes were glued to that window across the street. The person sitting at that table was laughing really hard and you watched him reach for his phone, as well.
"What’s up, baby girl?" The person on your speaker answered like he was in the last moments of a laughter dying down, effectively confirming they were indeed the same guy.
"Hey, uh-" your mind went blank for a second. You didn’t know what to say, but more importantly, you didn’t know why you felt this mad. So what if he was seeing someone? It wasn’t like he asked you to be his girlfriend or anything. He asked you out on a date, which quite frankly was barely a basis for any kind of relationship. But here you were, seething in sheer fury.
Keep cool. Just keep cool.
"I think I might be coming down with something. Can we skip the date thing today?"
Chris’ voice changed instantly at your words and became way more serious, "Sure thing, but are you okay? Do you want me to come over?"
"No. I uh- I’m fine."
You could see Chris taking a sip from the mug in front of him, "When would you like to do it then? Saturday maybe?"
"I- I don’t know, Chris."
"I’m not hanging up without a date on my calendar, baby girl."
He literally had a little notebook in front of him and he was holding a pen to mark it. You knew for sure that you didn’t want it to be right away because who knew what type of tantrum you were going to throw at him with the irrational amount of rage making your blood boil? Not that it wouldn’t set your mood absolutely straight.
"Fine. Saturday."
"Alright then. Since you’re bailing on me, I’ll reschedule the meetings I canceled for tonight. Take good care of yourself, baby girl. Call me if you need anything, okay?"
Meetings, huh? That’s what you call them?
Yeah, you were out to do grocery shopping, but you ended up buying a hefty amount of tonic with two bottles of gin instead, hoping to find an answer to this indescribable wrench in your gut in your living room. Eggs could kindly fuck right off for the time being. You felt a knot in your throat, but not because you wanted to cry. Maybe you did want to cry, but it definitely had something to do with anger since you had this intense urge to smash car windows all of a sudden, especially Chris’. It was barely evening hours when you started drinking, and by the time it was nearing 10 PM… Let’s just say that you were in no state to be even remotely rational.
How dare he be with someone else when you literally fucked each other downstairs just the day before, not that you had conclusive proof that he was with someone at that moment. If he was, on the other hand, the urge to ruin that moment was real, and it had to get ruined by you. This fucker needed his entire thought process derailed. By you. You reached for your phone trying to decide on that one move to short-circuit his brain.
You Thinking about you might be getting me a little too wet.
It didn’t even take five seconds for your satisfied smile to devolve into sheer panic and embarrassment. What the actual fuck were you doing? Why would he even look at his phone if he was busy doing something else? Or worse, someone else. Way to get yourself humiliated and serve him the upper hand on a silver fucking platter.
Your internal self-deprecating monologue got cut short with a text from none other than the man of the hour himself.
Christopher🏄 I really wish I was there. Or you were here with me. [Typing…] Wish I could touch you again.
HAHAHA WHAT?
Let’s recap, you thought to yourself. It seemed highly unlikely that he would reply this fast and back to back if he was indeed with someone, right?
RIGHT?
Maybe tonight didn’t need to be a night where you had to sort out your anger management issues.
You I keep thinking about your car. About how you felt inside me.
Christopher🏄 I miss the way your nails feel against my back already. It was just yesterday but feels so long ago. [Typing…] I miss your taste, baby girl.
Oh, he was good. Or it seemed that way to you because you were on that thin line between tipsy and drunk, having knocked down the entire bottle of gin by then. You kept smirking to yourself.
You Can’t stop thinking about how your tongue felt on my skin.
Christopher🏄 Can't wait till I can go down on you again. Saturday can’t come soon enough.
Fuck this.
That was the nonexistence of your inhibitions talking in your head with a loudspeaker. You closed the messaging app, went to your contact list, and hit call. Chris picked up with a voice deeper than his usual, and you hoped that was a sign of arousal.
"Hey, baby girl."
"You said to call if I needed anything," you slightly slurred, "Whatchu doing?"
"Sexting, apparently," Chris softly chuckled, "Sounds like somebody’s buzzed. Nyquil, or…?"
"Are you alone, Chris?"
You could feel the slight surprise from his brief pause.
"I am. Is everything okay?"
"No, it’s not," you heaved a deep sigh, "I could use some help."
Well, you did learn some moves from Felix anyway, and you saw absolutely no harm in using them on Chris, considering he seemed like he would be more than willing to indulge you.
"What are you wearing right now?"
"What’s gotten into you? Are you drunk?" Chris giggled at the other end of the line, "A sleeveless shirt and shorts, baby girl. What are you wearing?"
"Maybe sweats, maybe nothing. I’ll leave that to your imagination."
"That’s a dangerous thing to trust with me."
"Do you miss my body, too, Chris?"
Too. You said too. With your whole goddamn chest. What had gotten into you indeed?
"Miss? Are you crazy?"
Well… That was a little…
"I need to forget about it first to miss it. You're always on my mind, baby girl. Just hearing your voice makes me wanna touch myself."
You felt the smile climbing up to your lips with your entire being.
"Why don’t you?"
Chris sighed into his microphone, "Are you touching yourself, baby girl?"
"I am. Do you want a taste?"
"Oh, god, yes."
You guided your fingers to your clit and started gently rubbing yourself.
"Do it with me. Come on."
You heard some rustle on your receiver, which was probably Chris pulling his shorts down. He grunted as got comfortable.
"Tell me the things you like when I do it to you."
Chris took a moment to respond and you listened to his sweet grunts during the intermission.
"You’re gonna think I’m crazy but that thing you do with your tongue when you get annoyed. You press it against your cheek. Gets me so fucking hot every time, I don’t know why."
You chuckled at his words, "Didn’t realize it until this moment, but I think I have a kink for making you horny for me."
"Oh, baby girl, I love it when you talk like that."
You slid your fingers to your entrance to collect some of your juices and rub it on your clit, closing your eyes in the meantime thinking it was Chris.
"I really wanna see you naked. Like, right now."
"But you can’t," you responded with a teasing tone, "Tell me what you wanna do to me."
"I- shit- I just wanna feel you under my fingertips again," he loudly exhaled, "What do you wanna do to me?"
Under his fingertips again. Getting scorched. Melting. Evaporating. Hearing the odes he sang to your name if you so much as breathed towards his direction. Your fingers slithered inside you and you started working yourself open.
"I want those lips on me again, Christopher."
"Oh, baby-"
"I want you to fuck me senseless again. Drag my nails all over you."
"Fuck, fuck-" Chris heavily breathed into the microphone, "Oh, baby girl, you're asking for it. You're asking to get fucked so hard. When I see you, it’s on sight."
Your movements accelerated and you started fucking yourself harder, thinking about how he pierced through you the night before.
"Do you- Do you wanna- wanna listen to me cum for you?"
"Yes, AH FUCK YES! For me. For me. Please."
Your breathing got labored over how enthused he was. For you.
"Only if you cum for me, too."
Chris was crumbling to your voice on the other end of the line. You could hear how fast he was pumping himself, probably thinking that it was you.
"Just… Just say my name, again."
"You like that a little too much, huh Christopher?"
"Oh, I love it when you say it like that for me, baby girl. Prettiest sound in the world."
"Do your thing for me, Christopher."
"Ah, baby."
"For me, Christopher."
"Baby, yes."
"You already know I’ll give it to you so good, don’t you, Christopher?"
"Yes, YES baby, NO ONE does it like you. Shit!"
Why did he sound so pretty even with those raw, disgraceful, downright animalistic grunts he let out every time you riled him up like that? You thought you were about to bask in the beauty of the sounds of his orgasm, so it caught you completely off guard when he blurted that out and threw you into a pit of pleasure on cue.
"You own my ass baby girl, you know that, right?"
"Oh, CHRISTOPHER, FUCK!"
Your toes curled so hard as you came that you almost had cramps on your feet. Chris’ moans of ecstasy on the line helped you ride out your orgasm as if he was fucking you through it. You couldn’t help your giggles when you came down.
"I’ll tell Felix he has a serious rival the next time I see him."
Chris reciprocated your lightheaded laughter, "No need, baby girl. I’ll text him that right after we hang up. Please take good care of yourself for me until Saturday, yeah?"
"All spread out on her bed for me. Better not wake her up."
It was a whisper, but you heard it loud and clear as you felt your thighs being spread apart. Carefully. With soft movements. So as not to disturb you.
Then you felt this warmth between your legs, the source of which was a body. A man. Very much aroused. It was so intense that you could smell the sweet scent of pheromones raiding your nostrils. The cool night air seeping through your window reached all the way to your wet core when your underwear was slid to the side to expose it under your silk nightgown.
And you immediately started getting overwhelmed with the gentlest sucks on your clit. You wanted to moan. You wanted to moan so fucking loudly, but for some reason, you couldn’t. Or didn’t, just because you didn’t want the man to know how much you were enjoying his tender stimulations. For fear that he would accelerate his pace and it would eventually stop. They were so wet. They were delicious. They were heavenly. You never wanted them to end.
He was talking against your pussy. His voice was barely audible, but for some weird reason, the vibrations provided by his soundwaves against your clit were communicated throughout your entire body. You could understand everything he was saying and you wanted to fucking drink those words like a tall glass of cold water.
"So fucking beautiful."
"God, this taste."
"My baby."
"All mine."
"Need. Every drop."
Insane. He was driving you insane. Your screams of pleasure were only audible to you as you weren’t able to produce a singular sound. You squeezed your eyes to communicate your thoughts to him.
How did you get in here?
"Shh, Minho let me in, baby girl. I’m eating. Don’t interrupt me."
He kept making out with your pussy, drenching it with his saliva and mixing it with your own juices, getting his entire face covered with that beautiful mess of a concoction. He kept talking against you as he sated his hunger.
"So fucking tasty."
"I could eat for hours."
"Don’t ever cum, just let me."
Need you inside.
"You're always on my mind, baby girl. Always on my mind."
You were so fucking wet already that you didn’t need any lubrication for his fingers. They fit right in like your walls were a custom-made case for them.
"God, I love your body."
He hooked his fingers against that deep spot inside you and started massaging it, his tongue still at work on your clit.
"I love you."
Oh, god.
"I love you."
Chris…
"I love you, baby."
You slightly arched your back as you opened your eyes and witnessed yourself cumming to the nothingness in your room, your heart rate through the roof and your pants completely wet. The blurred lines of reality had certainly thrown you for a loop.
It might have been a dream, but you felt this intense urge to get back at Chris all of a sudden. To make him go through the exact same thing as he had just caused you. There was no rule set in stone stating you had to be normal about this. You fucking lied your ass off earlier that day, but it seemed like you were indeed coming down with something.
And you had less than zero clue as to what to do about it.
The infamous Saturday finally arrived and if anybody asked you, you would straight up tell them you woke up like this when in reality you spent hours getting ready until you were satisfied with your look. Little black dress? Check. Heels? Check. Perfume? Check. Lingerie?
Well…
You told Chris to meet you at the restaurant instead of picking you up and you had your reasons for it. It was payback time after all, the reason for which he was totally clueless about for that matter. When you spotted him from afar, your stomach did a little backflip at how insanely gorgeous he looked, but you immediately slapped yourself mentally since there were more important matters at hand. You walked towards the table with determined but still sultry steps, clicking your heels firmly on the marble floor.
"Somebody ordered a date?"
Chris let out an involuntary whistle when he looked up to spot the source of the sound.
"Yeesh!" he exclaimed upon your sight, eyes all widened in surprise and admiration, "You look like the classiest, most expensive escort I’ve ever laid eyes on."
"Why, thank you, you’re such a gentleman. A five-star review to be delivered to my pimp would be much appreciated," you sat down diagonally to him with a smile.
Chris briefly choked and his lips parted at your statement.
"Wait, are you ac- you’re actually gonna-?"
"Let me remind you of some ground rules first," you declared with a firm voice, "Your deal for the night only includes this dinner and a one-time orgasm. Everything else is extra. And I only take cash."
His mouth wouldn’t close. Chris just looked at you in complete disbelief at what was coming out of your lips. You were excessively satisfied with his reaction and picked up the menu on the table while asking him very casually.
"So, are you gonna give me a name?"
Chris quickly shook his head and cleared his throat to get into the character himself, "It’s uh- It’s Chris."
"What do you do for a living, Chris?"
"You get this personal with all your clients?"
"With some of them. If they’re easy on the eyes."
He looked at you over the menu with a smirk, but no way in hell would you let it get to his head this early in the night.
"Or, you know, maybe I just wanna know up front if they’re gonna be able to really afford me or not. I am the most expensive escort in the business after all. And for good reason."
Chris burst into a peal of nervous laughter and you could literally see his ears getting redder. You threw one leg over the other under the table and examined the menu carefully like your choice of dinner was going to change the course of your fate for good.
What followed your food and drink orders was a string of unnecessarily intimate conversations, very similar to the one you had with Minho the first day you met him, but unlike Minho, Chris was very much willing to talk about himself. Where he grew up, how he ended up in that city, his obsession with creating, and all that jazz. His charms swept you off your feet so hard that even you forgot the premise of the fantasy at one point. Then again, it actually ended up catering to Chris himself: he was the one who made it perfectly clear how being intimate with clients in this context was ‘against the rules’ and that was what riled him up. Midway through your meals, Chris couldn’t help smiling into his glass.
"I have a feeling you like me."
His words pulled you back to earth, reminding you who you were supposed to be, and you pointed your fork at him all aloof.
"Yeah, every guy in the club thinks the dancer likes them," you retorted, "It’s just part of the job to make you feel desired. You know, so that you’ll throw those one dollar bills."
"I’d like to throw hundreds instead if I’m allowed to," Chris responded with a seductive gaze, to which you weren’t exactly unresponsive.
"By all means. It’s encouraged."
You wiped your mouth with class and reached for your water glass both to quench your thirst and provide some more gloss on your lips to make them pop.
"So, what are you into?"
"As in?"
"As in what gets you going. You might have noticed that my job is customer service-oriented. I gotta be able to cater to you accordingly."
Chris tilted his head with brows raised like he was daring you, "Oh, that’s what’s gonna happen tonight? You’re gonna cater to me?"
"Isn’t that why you hired an escort in the first place? You’re supposed to make requests."
He gulped way too thickly to go unnoticed, but went full Chris on you nevertheless, pulling your chair a little closer to him to throw his hand over the backrest. Close enough to touch you, but not touching you in the slightest.
"Then I want the girlfriend experience."
The proximity was exciting you for some reason. You were painfully aware of the butterflies in your stomach, but you gave it your best to appear composed.
"Aren’t you sort of already doing it? Who the fuck takes an escort to dinner?"
"Classy men that barmaids hate," his eyes darted to your lips. You flashed a little smile and brushed your finger on his arm ever so gently.
"Maybe the aforementioned classy men are just annoying as fuck," you leaned back into your chair, smile still plastered on your lips, "But what do I know?"
You took off your right shoe with the help of your left foot and stretched your leg under the table. When you started stroking his inner thighs with your bare foot, Chris dropped his fork on his plate.
"Wh- What are you-?"
"Didn’t you say you wanted the girlfriend experience?" you batted your lashes at him naively. He was clearly taken aback by your boldness that he never got to witness firsthand before.
"This is what you do to your man?"
Your smile changed colors, assuming a shade of dark red as you leaned into his ear and spoke very softly with a lot of air clinging to your words.
"No, I whisper things to my man and watch him lose it in public," you placed the smallest kiss on his earlobe, "And I love it when he fucks my brains out later that night."
Chris closed his eyes and it was apparent that he was struggling to control whatever urge was creeping in, slowly taking control over him.
"You have no idea how hard I am right now."
"I think I kinda do," you pressed your foot lightly in his crotch area to feel the outline of his erection, "If it makes you feel any better, I'm dripping myself."
Chris eyed you from head to toe, chin resting on the back of his right hand, and tsked in disapproval.
"Yet, you still chose to ruin that pretty dress by wearing panties instead when it could have been your juices flowing for me."
You slowly pulled his hand from under his chin and guided it under the table, right over your core, so that he could feel the evidence.
"Who says I’m wearing any?"
"What the f-" Chris heaved a very deep sigh, "You’re acting like I’m the escort here. Can’t you just wait until we get to our room?"
"We have a room?"
"Oh, yeah. I’m taking you to a penthouse tonight."
"A penthouse, huh?" you tugged on his sleeve, "Can I expect some props?"
"Basically anything that allows me to tease the crap out of you, so yes," he dragged his finger on the strap of your dress, "And I’d like to tape this encounter if you indulge me."
You held his gaze for a second out of genuine surprise, "Tape it? Why?"
"I wanna remember possibly the best sex of my life forever," Chris spoke eyes still glued on the movements of his finger, "I was told I could do whatever as long as I pay up front."
You pressed your leg into his thighs again and leaned in closer to him, "Only if I get to keep the copy."
"How about I make you a deal?" Chris grinned shamelessly, "I’ll keep it in a safe and you can decide on the password yourself."
"A little too presumptuous of you to think we’ll cross paths again," you looked right into his eyes.
"Oh, we definitely will. Especially after tonight," Chris responded with a smirk, ordered two glasses of champagne to punctuate the dinner and added, "You asked what I was into. There is actually something that I get a little too excited over."
"That so?" you asked all intrigued, "Not something way too overboard I hope?"
"I wouldn’t say so," he continued taking a sip from the cold drink, "Have you heard of the term narratophilia before?"
"That doesn’t sound too reassuring, just saying," you chuckled into your glass. Chris leaned into you again to be particularly closer to your ear.
"It just means I fucking love it when my partner describes whatever obscene shit they wanna do to me in excruciating detail." Then he reciprocated your earlier tease in the exact same form with a tiny kiss on your earlobe.
"I want you to run that mouth for me."
His voice came out so sensual that it forced you to close your eyes. You couldn’t help the giddiness and the smile spreading on your lips.
"You mean you wanna hear how hard I’m gonna make you cum."
A muffled yet very content hum escaped his mouth and he broke into a smile, eyes getting squinted a little.
"Then you should know, I've been thinking about tonight for days ever since I learned my company was you," you gently ran your fingers on his hand, "Been also thinking about sitting on that pretty face all day long."
"God, I just can't wait to fuck you tonight," Chris licked his lips reflexively, "Fair warning, I’m a little too excited so I might just start fucking you right in the elevator."
"Told you. It’s extra," you shrugged nonchalantly.
"I don’t care how much it’s gonna cost me as long as you give it to me, baby girl. I'll fucking rip your clothes off the moment we get back."
The tone of his voice noticeably changed. It was obvious his enthusiasm was getting a little hard to control and you loved witnessing that.
"I keep thinking about your body against mine. I can't fucking focus," he placed a semi-chaste kiss on your shoulder which was at least defendable by public affection standards, "I want you between my thighs and I want it ASAP."
He brushed your hair behind your ear, basically eyefucking the shit out of you in public, and that stare… did something to you. You pierced Chris’ soul with your gaze before you talked.
"And I want to wrap my lips around you. Seems like a good match."
You slid your knife off the table with a swift movement and feigned the most exaggerated innocence ever.
"Oh, would you look at this? So much for swiping right. I’m such a klutz, I’m so sorry."
You kneeled down next to your chair and pushed the knife further under the table, creating the perfect excuse to crawl under it and spread Chris’ thighs for you hidden under that tablecloth.
"Wh- What are you doing?" he whispered, utterly panicked.
"Keep quiet," you warned him, "Unless you have a thing for getting exposed, that is."
You unbuckled his belt and released his erection out of its confinement. God, that looked so pretty, all flushed and leaking for you. You took a deep breath in admiration and just went for it, taking his length in the comforting wet warmth of your mouth.
You had an inkling of what was going on above the table from the way Chris clenched his thighs really hard at the contact. You weren’t able to see it then, but in reality, he was biting on his fist so hard not to make any noise, silently cursing under his breath so that only you would be able to hear them.
"Jesus FUCK, you’re gonna be the fucking death of me."
You chuckled with your mouth full of him and those vibrations caused him to flinch in his seat. You were just scratching the surface, just gently sucking him, not applying any sort of pressure whatsoever. Like he did to you. It didn’t matter if the scene of the crime was your subconscious. He had this coming.
"Fucking tease. Do you want me to shoot it on your face for everyone to see here? Is that what you want?"
You felt the slam of his fist on the table when you took all of him down your throat, possibly causing a few heads to turn to his direction.
"How was everything, sir?"
"C-could we get the check, please?" Chris asked the waiter while tapping on your shoulder under the table to stop. You found his helplessness fucking hilarious. Nevertheless, you placed one more kiss on his tip and got up without letting him finish.
"On the house. Don’t get used to it," you winked at him while licking your lips.
"Those lips are pure fucking electric. That was incredible," Chris sighed with eyes still closed, "Although it escalated to painful."
"Pity. Maybe you should do something about it."
You pressed your tongue in your cheek, knowing damn well what it was going to do to him.
"Fuck, I want you so bad. Let’s just get out of here."
You were expecting Chris to hail a cab, but he ended up opening the door to the backseat of a fucking Rolls-Royce Phantom for you waiting right in front of the restaurant, and got in after you.
"Could you roll up the partition, please?" Chris requested from the driver as soon as he closed the door. Once he was convinced you had some privacy at the back, he instantly grabbed your face for an excessively heated kiss, moaning into your lips loudly while slithering his fingers between your legs.
"Shh, he’s gonna hear!"
"Don’t care. I wanna feel how wet you are for me."
His fingers slid into you so easily as he kept kissing you with muffled moans like he was the one getting touched. So avid. So passionate. If Chris wasn’t arousal materialized at that very moment…
"You’re kidding me with this shit! Fucking soaked. Spread it for me, come on."
He parted your thighs more for himself and started fingering you in earnest. Chris knew exactly how to touch you, where to touch you, how much pressure you needed to go absolutely haywire.
"Oh, fuck, yes!
"You get me so fucking hard when you moan for me like that."
He pressed his forehead against yours, panting with you, thumb rubbing your clit fervently, smearing your wetness all over his palm.
"Tell me what you want from me," Chris asked eyes closed. You squeezed an answer in between your heavy breathing.
"I n- I need to feel you against me."
"I want to taste you so bad."
"I want you ins- inside of me. OH, GOD!"
Your moans were getting out of control with your orgasm approaching fast. You didn’t care if you were going to be heard by then. To hell with reservations, let people hear. Let people fucking hear some Christopher Bang was launching you into the stratosphere.
"Are you gonna let go for your man?"
Your man.
You snapped so fucking hard that you were squeezing his arms to hold onto something. You know, to not die.
"Please, so fucking close!"
Instead of quickening his pace, Chris began slowing it down and eventually stopped.
"Not yet."
You let out another moan, but out of pure frustration this time whereas Chris was chortling, very entertained by the state he put you in.
"There’s no way I’m not requesting you again."
Oh, right. The girlfriend experience.
When you arrived at your destination, you did your best to alleviate any sort of disheveled look before getting out of the car and putting on a somewhat graceful demeanor like you didn’t just let a guy finger the shit out of you. Chris had turned the switch on and there was no way to turn it back off until you got that sweet release. When you got into the elevator you found yourself looking for ways to initiate something, but you hated the idea of looking desperate for him.
"Gave up on the idea of fucking me in the elevator?"
"Watching you get this horny over me feels better if I’m honest," Chris teased pressing your body onto his, and slowly grazed his teeth on your jaw, "And I’d much rather be kissing your waist instead."
"Who’s hornier is up for debate, apparently. Pin me against this mirror while you’re at it, why don’t you?"
"Say please," he smirked.
Like hell you were going to. You grabbed his hands on your waist and guided them towards your ass instead in retaliation, and squeezed it on his behalf.
"You little- Get over here."
Chris turned you around in one swift movement, making you face the mirror as he pressed himself onto you, properly groping your ass in full force. You could watch the way he was licking his lips in the mirror and it made you fucking clench.
"You like this a little too much," he observed, "Good thing I made plans to fuck you against a mirror tonight."
"You like vanity tables, huh?"
"Not necessarily," he smiled with a sultry gaze and let you go as the elevator door opened.
When you walked into that prospective battlefield, you witnessed what Chris meant in its full glory. There was a mirror in the room alright, but it was a gigantic one placed on the ceiling. Your lips inadvertently parted.
Ideas. Too many of them. Your head was full of it.
"Some more champagne?"
Chris pulled you back to reality and offered you a sweating cold glass.
"Oh, absolutely."
"Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back."
You walked towards the couches facing the magnificent view of the city, also neighboring the coffee table harboring the champagne bottle on ice and what appeared to be chocolate fondue. You grabbed one of the plump strawberries in the bowl and dipped it in the molten chocolate. There was some clatter coming from behind you and when you turned around slurping on the strawberry, you saw Chris setting up a camera in the corner. Then he made his way over to you behind the couch and spread his hands to the sides on the backrest.
"You want some?" you looked up at him throwing your head all the way back, and lifted the chocolate-covered strawberry towards him.
"Oh, absolutely."
He grabbed the fruit from your hand just to feed it back to you. When you bit on it, however, Chris covered your mouth with his, taking the strawberry back with his tongue. He grabbed the fondue pot on the coffee table and walked towards the nightstand.
"I want this by the bedside. In case the craving strikes."
He put on some music as sultry as his entire existence was at that moment and reached his hand out to you to get you up from your seat. The moment you were on your feet, he pressed his strawberry-stained lips on yours, walking you slowly back to the bed. You took the moment to explore his lips, his jawline, his neck, everywhere you could lay your lips on.
"You’re so beautiful. So fucking beautiful," he kept repeating in between his kisses like he didn’t know how to form any other sentence. You tugged at the hem of his shirt and peeled it off of him. There it was again. That magnificent torso on display for you.
"Say my name again."
"Christopher."
You ran your hands on his chest and that contact forced you to latch your lips on his nipples, one hand palming him over his pants. The more you dragged your tongue on him, the more he was twitching in his pants, silently pleading that you would get him out of it soon. He lifted your chin to face him again and unzipped your dress as his lips continued to consume you.
"On your knees for me, baby girl."
Chris guided you to climb on the bed and unbuckled his belt, removing whatever obstacle there was preventing the much needed skin-to-skin contact. He positioned himself right behind you, your entrance already glistening with an excessive amount of gloss, telling on how ready you were for him to make you float on air. Feeling just the tip of his cock against you pulled a needlessly enthusiastic whimper out of you. Chris was no better than you, letting out a loud prolonged grunt until he bottomed out.
"Just how do you take it so well every damn time? Fuck!"
Then he started moving. Taking his sweet time. Absolutely no rush, but movements still firm enough to rub his cock against your walls, putting you in an utter dilemma. A part of you just wanted to relish this sensation forever, but another part of you was riddled with this urge to yell at him to fuck you into that mattress.
"Look up, baby girl. You gotta watch this."
Being completely lost in the waves of pleasure, you almost forgot about the existence of the mirror hovering over you. When you glanced at the ceiling, however, the sight was such a fucking turn-on that you couldn’t help that violent clench. You watched Chris sucking on his fingers to get them wet enough for you and leaning over you, pressing his fingers on your clit to draw languid circles on it.
"Oh, fuck! Just like that. Right there."
"Moan for me. Come on, louder."
He practically didn’t even have to say it because you were in no state to control those exclaims of pleasure. Every touch, every thrust, every kind of contact just forced it out of you.
"Harder. HARDER! Don't stop."
But Chris did stop no matter how briefly. He pulled out to turn you around to face him, throwing one leg over his shoulder to hit that spot that he knew was going to turn you into mere dust.
"Oh, FUCKING HELL, CHRIS!"
"That’s it. That’s my girl. You’re doing incredible."
You could swear you went temporarily blind over how ridiculously intense the pleasure was. You took a second to avert your eyes from Chris’ crazily beautiful face and watched the sublime way he was fucking you in that mirror, his back all tensed up, literally asking to be marked by you. He caressed your face to demand your attention on him again.
"Your hands are so pretty, you know," you grabbed his hand, "Why don’t you choke me a little with these?"
Chris placed his right hand over your throat to expertly command the way you breathe. His grip was firm, but he wasn’t hurting you in the slightest, just making you question why the fuck it was this arousing to completely give into him. You clenched again.
"You like that, huh?"
It might have started as a fantasy but he was indeed making you feel like an unhinged nymphomaniac, making you want him more and more, and for some reason you caught yourself reveling in that feeling.
"Oh, these walls are just begging to be painted. You’ll let me, right baby girl?"
"Yes. Fucking yes!"
"And you’ll keep it in for me. Not let it drip out?"
"Why the sudden obsession?" you giggled, but Chris answered with a completely serious face.
"Because any drop of my cum that’s not inside you is a fucking waste, that’s why."
You clenched again and you could feel the contractions getting stronger.
"You’re not about to knock me up, are you?"
He contorted his face and twitched inside you. Hard.
"No shit, you want to, don’t you?"
"Maybe I do," Chris broke into a grin, "Maybe I wanna claim you."
"Or maybe you just wanna see me lactate, you deranged prick. I see how you look at my chest."
He clenched again—harder this time.
"Yeah maybe. Maybe I just want an excuse to suck on your nipples all day every day."
You looked at Chris’ face covered with beads of sweat, dripping on you as he kept fucking into you with fervor. He wanted an excuse? You could give him one.
"Cum for me."
"Ah, baby, please-"
"Shoot it on my chest. Come on, Christopher."
"OH, FUCK!"
Chris pulled out at the last second and jerked himself off to your breasts, covering them with strings of thick warm fluid. It felt amazing on your skin.
"Kiss me. Right here," you fondled your breasts to present him with his new target. He hovered over you to cater to your request and then some. He was dragging his tongue around your nipples and breasts to wipe his trail off of you like you were a canvas meant to be immediately cleaned after being painted.
"Holy shit, never knew my cum on your skin would taste this good. So milky."
You squirmed under him until he was done cleaning you, and at long last, it was time for some sightseeing.
"Show me that back again."
Chris moved up on the bed and turned around for you to admire that sight for however long you wished.
"Oh, GOD, I just wanna fucking tattoo this."
You sat up to wrap your legs around him from behind and started kissing every inch of his back while he kept caressing your legs. You eventually moved up to his neck and just went at it, kissing, licking, biting wherever you can. You pulled him towards you, signaling him to lie down, and climbed on top of him. Chris knew where this was going.
"Oh, fuck yeah, ride me, baby girl. Show me what you got, come on."
Well, he definitely shouldn’t have said that. You started rolling your hips with a newfound fervor, hands securely placed on his chest. Chris assisted your moves by fucking into you from under, and the faster he moved, the stronger was the urge to mark that gorgeous chest. It didn’t take that long for you to give into that impulse, completely unleashing yourself on him, riding his cock with rougher movements.
"FUCK, just like that. There’s my girl. I wanna watch you go to town on me."
…which was exactly what he did until he took control again to press you against him, marking hickeys on your neck.
"Turn around, baby girl. Lay down on my chest."
As you were taking your position, he reached for the nightstand to bring out an aid for himself.
"This is about to make you go fucking berserk."
Chris started fucking into you again with precise movements and pressed the wand on your clit at the lowest intensity. His cock inside you, the vibrator in your pussy, his breath on your neck, his entire body under you, all of them combined under the sky that was that goddamn ceiling mirror… It was just too fucking much to stay sane.
"Shh, don’t make me restrain you, baby girl," he warned you as you kept wriggling over him, "Watch us. Watch how fucking beautiful you are. See for yourself this is where you belong. My fucking god, you rile me up so bad."
Nothing but your crazed moans echoed in the room. Nothing but Chris existed in this world. There was no other feeling but pleasure.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK, you’re driving me fucking crazy!"
"And you’re absolutely making me lose my fucking mind, baby girl," he gently bit your neck again, "Time to cum for me now."
Chris started fucking into you harder and faster while increasing the intensity of the vibrator, making it crystal clear for you that there was no way you could escape that impending car crash you were about to experience.
"Oh, god. Oh, GOD. OH, GOD, CHRIS, PLEASE!"
He kept fucking you through your orgasm for a hot minute while you kept panting and moaning over him, making him pleasantly surprised that it was taking this long. This was a first for you. You had experienced some strong orgasms before, but nothing quite like this. That jumbotron of a TV that was the gigantic ceiling mirror broadcasting your own porn back to you was definitely to blame for this.
"Are you still cumming, baby girl?" Chris chuckled into your neck, nipping and leaving wet marks on it with his tongue, moaning into your skin along with you.
"Just like that. Coat me all over."
You eventually managed to come down, your body still spread over him. You were spent, but apparently, Chris didn’t see any reason to call it a night. He caressed your cheeks instead and asked you with a bright smile:
"You wanna go again?"
"In a bit," you replied, still slightly panting. Then your eyes darted to the nightstand, "Oh, almost forgot about this."
You rolled over to shift yourself and face Chris again. His entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat, making him glow under the dim lights of the room. There was this one part on his torso that you found particularly charming. You marked it in your mind as your final destination and reached for the spoon on the nightstand.
"This might feel a little warm."
Chris hissed in pleasure when you carefully dripped the molten chocolate on his abs, on his navel, and finished it off with a trail around his Adonis belt. You put the spoon back, positioned yourself comfortably between his legs, and started eating the chocolate off of him with languid drags of your tongue. The density of the sweet liquid was thick, and it tasted even more intense on your tongue when mixed with his natural scent like that. This was probably one of the rarer delicacies you ever got to experience in your life. You made your way down from his abs down to his crotch, licking him with pure appetite, his moans accompanying you throughout the entire route. Chris brushed your hair away from your face to get a better look at your beautiful features and you held his gaze as you relished the dessert you didn’t get to have during dinner. Then you hit your last stop.
The freckle right under his navel.
You focused your eyes on that beautiful mark and attached your lips to it, kissing and licking much like the way you did when he stripped for you. Your ministrations were so much more sensual this time around, causing Chris to throw his head back, tugging at his own locks. You placed one last kiss on the freckle and climbed up on him again, transferring the chocolate taste on his tongue because he made you want to share dessert with him. No other reason.
"My turn."
Chris laid you on the bed and reached for the spoon himself, delicately dripping the warm liquid over your pussy just enough to make it slowly drip on your clit.
"Eyes up on the ceiling, baby girl. Watch yourself get out of your body. Watch me make you fucking soar."
He made himself comfortable between your legs and continued with a playful tone:
"One condition, though. If you can’t hold it, I’m gonna stop. Please don’t make me stop eating, I get really hangry."
That same damn torture you saw in your dream a couple of days ago manifested itself right before your eyes in 4K this time. Chris latched his lips on your clit, applying no pressure on it whatsoever. Just this very faint buzzing sensation provided by his content hums and barely audible moans. The only other aid was his warm hands wrapped around your thighs, gently stroking them.
"Shit-"
"Mhm, that’s my girl. Just like that."
He coated two of his fingers with his saliva to make it easier to push into you and went back to working your clit again. Very softly. His pumps were unnecessarily tender like he was scared to hurt you. It was intense. It was violent. It was beautiful. Your toes were curling at how delectable it all felt.
"Oh, god."
"There you go. You’re incredible."
Chris grabbed one more aid from the nightstand to accompany the wand he was about to use on you. You were expectantly watching him, trying to distract yourself from the magnitude of the pleasure because if you did, you would blow right on his luscious lips. He initially grabbed just the wand, turned it on to the lowest intensity, and pressed it against your clit, fingers still working you open. You were struggling to keep yourself in place since the stimulations were starting to overwhelm you.
"Fuck. Oh, Chris, please."
"You’re doing amazing for me, baby girl," he placed a kiss on your pussy, "You can take a little more for me now, yeah?"
Chris pushed the little bullet vibrator he just took out inside you and started giving kitten licks on your clit while pressing the wand right above it.
Oh, now you’ve done it.
Too much. It was just plain too much for you to handle and you had to make that known to him.
"Please! Ch- PLEASE!"
"Sensitive?" he giggled against your clit.
"I’m about to fucking lose it, Chris, PLEASE STOP THIS TORTURE!!!"
You were drenched. Fucking soaked. Sopping wet. And on the brink of passing out.
"Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay, baby girl," Chris soothed you, "I’ll just slide right in now. Hold onto me."
He cast his assault weapons to the side and placed himself between your thighs again.
"Watch yourself. Watch me drive you crazy."
It was true. Chris was rock hard, but he slid inside effortlessly as if he poured an entire bottle of lube in you. You clung to his arms.
"Press yourself on me."
"Wanna get crushed under me again?" he smiled with fondness on his face. When you frantically nodded, Chris pressed his body against yours, still careful not to actually hurt you, and started fucking into you again. He felt much better than all those vibrators combined.
"Fucking hell, why are you this pretty?" Chris couldn’t help the urge to attack your lips, "Moan louder for me, come on."
"Chris."
"Louder, baby girl."
"AH, CHRIS!"
"That’s my girl. That’s my fucking girl," he maniacally smiled out of sheer ecstasy. Feeling every inch of his body against yours, not to mention the way the heights he was taking you to was simply astounding, forcing moans after moans to rip from your throat.
"Ascend me. Drive me crazy. Crush me. Fucking use me. I can’t fucking take this!"
"You’re just so fucking filthy," he groaned.
"You can call me a whore to my face, it’s fine," you stupidly smiled at him. Chris unleashed himself on your lips instead, kissing you hungrily again.
"But I paid for the girlfriend experience, didn’t I? I wanna call you my baby instead."
Something churned inside you at his words. Your stomach dropped. You heard fireworks in the distance, but for the life of you, you couldn’t look him in the eye. Chris held your face in place and glued his eyes on yours.
"Look at me."
You had no choice but to face him head-on now.
"Let me love you, baby."
You wanted to combust. You wanted the floor to part and swallow you whole so that you didn’t have to face him. This was way more embarrassing than whatever debauchery you allowed yourselves to indulge in for the past couple of hours.
While you were wrapped up in this internal conflict, Chris grabbed the bullet once again and pressed it on your clit as he fucked into you at a way more quickened pace and a dangerous angle pressing into you, threatening a very explosive orgasm.
"Let go for your man. I want you to drench me."
"Please."
"Cum for me, baby."
"Please."
"Say my name when you cum for me."
"Chris, pl-"
"Say it, baby girl."
"Christopher, FUCK!"
For a second there, you weren’t exactly sure whether you were cumming or it was a very uncalled for watersports situation going on. You sank your fingers into his arms, violently convulsing under him with uncontrollable and frequent moans. The sensations along with the wonderful sounds coming out of you were way too much to handle for Chris. He let himself run wild, shooting his entire load in you with erratic thrusts, eventually collapsing on your chest.
"My beautiful baby girl," he kissed you and slapped a mischievous smile to his lips while trying to catch his breath, "You wanna go again?"
"I don’t plan on dying tonight," you inadvertently giggled. Chris wrapped you in his arms and drifted to sleep in absolute bliss.
You didn’t know how much time had passed when you woke up in the middle of the night again.
Your chest was heavy. Being next to Chris like that, replaying everything he said to you, pretend or otherwise, was making all your synapses fail. You had to get out of there if you didn’t wanna find yourself in a deeper mess than you were already in. You just had to control yourself. Control your feelings to avoid that inevitable pain. You gently uncovered the sheets on you, but before your feet could even touch the ground…
"No."
…you felt a tight grip on your wrist.
"I’m not letting you go this time."
Chris pulled you back to bed in one harsh movement, completely trapping you in his embrace, his chest pressed against your back, arms wrapped around your waist, legs tangled with yours, and nose buried in the crook of your neck. You were overwhelmed with too many feelings, so much so that you were panicking. You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry. You wanted to bawl your fucking eyes out. You wanted to beg for mercy.
You were drowning in emotions you shouldn’t have been feeling.
Absolutely shouldn’t have been feeling.
What was even worse was that there was video evidence of it all if you ever wanted to torture yourself.
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