Page 4 of A Wrench in the Plan
Every kiss said how much he missed me. Every sexy look he shot me from under his lashes said how sorry he was about what happened to me. Every caress of his fingers over my skin told me all the things he wanted to do to me.
And with moments like this, who could really blame me for falling in love with him?
His walls were down and he was giving me pieces of himself that not many got. I wouldn’t fool myself though, Chry cared about me, but he didn’t love me.
His smile was lopsided as he reached for the lube on the side table. His hair flopped into his eyes, and even when he jerked his head to stop its obstruction of his view, it just rebelled. I tried not to laugh, but it was so damn cute how he got that little crease between his brows about it. It was like he wanted to see me, all of me, without anything in the way. I took in everything, from his brown eyes to that line of hair around his mouth that he kept a little longer than the rest of his scruff to the tattoos that covered his smooth chest. Chry was incredibly hot.
He held onto the bottle as he began making his way down my body, placing hot, open-mouth kisses on my buzzing skin. His eyes stayed locked onto mine as he licked up my cock. It had been a solid week without him and it was clear how ready I was for this. My back arched off of the mattress as he took me in deep. He worked me slow and steady as he cupped my balls and rolled them against his palm. I turned into a writhing, panting mess, but did I care? I needed him. Needed him so bad it ached.
I pulled my legs up as he flicked open the cap for the lube, and it wasn’t a minute later that I felt his slick fingers begin to toy with my rim.
“Please, Chry,” I called out.
Begging seemed to do the trick, because as soon as the words left my mouth, his long finger began to push inside of me. I fucked against his finger, panting as he added another one. He sucked me hard as he worked me open.
It built up so quick that I feared I was going to come before he got inside of me. My fingers tangled in his hair, using the grip to pull him off of me. My cock hit my stomach with a wetplopas his mouth ripped away from me. Then he was over me, covering my body with his hot weight and kissing me like he couldn’t get enough of me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I silently let him know I was ready.
He hadn’t pulled out a condom, which let me know that he hadn’t been with anyone while I’d been locked away. I tried hard not to read into it, telling myself that even though we had no rules when it came to… whatever we were, it didn’t mean anything that he’d waited for me. Or that it had been six months since we both decided to get tested so we could take a break from using condoms with each other, and that we’d be honest if we slept with someone else. Or that, even though I hadn’t had an interest in anyone other than Chry, neither one of us had done the very thing that would make us go back to using them.
He was gentle as he breached my hole, but after that, it was like the switch had been flipped. Chry fucked into me hard, and all I could do was hold on for the ride. His face stayed buried in my neck. Occasionally, I felt his tongue dart out and swipe across my sweat-slick skin.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered right before he pushed up on his arms.
Confused as to why he’d said that, all I could do was stare into his eyes. I wasn’t sure what he had to be sorry for. If it was about the sex, well, this was typical for us, so it didn’t bother me. Besides, I craved this wild side of him as much as I needed all the other parts. If it was something else, then… maybe I didn’t want to know.
My hands went to his ass, fingers digging into his cheeks. His muscles twitched and flexed with every hard thrust. I knew he was close, and not just because I felt his rhythm get erratic, almost desperately so.
No, it was because, despite how detached the sex could be sometimes, I always got his eyes in the end. It wasn’t something I hadn’t figured out the reason for yet. But I could say, it made me feel like there was more here.
And there they were. Those beautiful dark brown eyes stared so deeply into mine that I would have sworn he was trying to see my soul.
His hand snaked between us, fingers wrapping around my shaft. He worked me until I felt that tingle shoot up my spine.
“I’m close,” I grunted, trying to hold back and make this last.
“Me too,” he told me, even though I already knew.
“Chry,” I called out, back bowing off the bed as cum spilled from my dick.
“Fuck, Ev,” he growled as he fucked into me harder.
Then he came with a grunt, collapsing onto me as I felt his cock twitch inside of me with the last of his release.
Chry’sO-face was so different from any other one I’d seen. He was so open when he came, his eyes seeming to light up from the inside as he held on to every single thing about it. As if coming with me gave him a sense of calm and serenity that he’d never gotten anywhere else.
Not that I looked too deeply into that. Really. I didn’t. But for those few seconds, I did let myself slip into a delusional world where things could be different. I wouldn’t allowed myself to stay there long. In fact, as he rolled over, flopping onto the bed beside me and tangling his fingers with mine, I was already bringing the shutters down around my heart.
“Give me twenty then you can take me,” he said, giving me a lazy, sexy smile.
I rolled my eyes at him.
“I think we’re both going to need more than twenty after that.” Rolling onto my side, I propped up on my elbow and looked down at him. With my free hand, I brushed some of the sweaty strands of hair away from his forehead. “How about I trade that offer in for some tacos?”
“Tacos?” He looked at me with wide eyes. “Really?”
“I’ve been locked up for a week. It would be nice to get out anddosomething,” I pointed out with a smile.
“Fine,” he said, hooking his arm around my shoulders. He pulled me down and I became plastered to his slick chest. I couldn’t help it, my tongue darted out to lick his nipple, which earned me a swat on my ass. “I’ll take you for tacos. But I want you to stay the night with me.”
