Chapter 25

Jessi

The way his fingers ran through my hair rose goosebumps all along my back. His body was comforting as my emotions roared. What in the world had Justin been thinking? Why did he confront us like that with Caleb right there in the car? Did he not care what his nephew heard? What his nephew witnessed?

Had my brother gone that far off his rocker with this situation?

“I’m sorry,” I said breathlessly. “I didn’t know he was going to be here.”

“It’s okay,” Chris said. “He blindsided us. I’m just glad I was here. I think he was wanting to get you alone.”

“Why is he reacting this way?” I asked.

“I don’t know. I’m not sure why he was angry this time around.”

I felt heat pooling between my legs as he began to massage my neck. I wiggled my way into his lap, my ass falling between his legs. His fingertips were rolling around my neck as my tears began to dry. His touch was effortless. Strong, but intentional in their movements.

“Come here. Let me give you a massage,” Chris said.

He shifted me around in his lap, his legs spread wide to accommodate my body. I felt my tits puckering painfully behind my bra as his hands grasped my shoulders. His thumbs dug into the broadness of my shoulders, rolling around in all the right place and pulling moans from my lips. He worked his way down my back, turning my sniffles into whimpers as he worked the tension out of my back.

But the moment he slipped his hands to the small of my back, I gasped.

His fingers were dexterous in their movements. Rolling around and sliding up my spine as involuntary groans pulled from my throat. Even his comforting touch turned me on. Made me hot for him as my arousal pooled in my panties. I wanted his hands everywhere, massaging every part of me. Not just my back, but my legs. My thighs. My arms and my breasts. I wanted his heated touch in every crevice of my body.

I wanted him to help me forget about all the fighting.

His hands slid along my thighs, pulling my skirt up my legs. His fingertips massaged them, working his way outward as goosebumps followed his touch. I leaned into the strength of his body as his nose traced the outline of the dip in my shoulder. I shuddered at his touch as his fingertips worked their way to the excess of my inner thighs.

“Relax,” Chris said. “You’re still shaking.”

But I wasn’t shaking because I was upset.

Not by a longshot.

I turned my face to his and our eyes met. We stared at one another as his hands worked behind my panties. My eyes fluttered, faltering in our gaze as his fingers dipped between my dripping pussy folds.

“Relax,” he said with a whisper. “Let me make you feel better.”

I wanted to bury myself in him. To lose myself in his warmth and his comfort. His fingertips found my swollen clit and began to slowly circle. At a lazy pace that left me breathless and wanting more.

“Chris.”

“Ssshhh—” he said. “Just—take it all in, sweet girl.”

My body warmed at those words. Those two words that had become mine so long ago. I spread my legs lewdly for him, pressing deeper into his body. My hands ran along his thighs, gripping at his muscles as his fingers worked me faster. Pressing and pinching and coating themselves in my arousal.

I buried my face into the crook of his neck, kissing him and nipping at his skin. I rolled into his hands, moving my hips faster and faster as the heat burned in my toes. It slowly trickled up my thighs, clenching them and releasing them as the passion began to build. I was a whimpering, moaning mess. Muffling my sounds with his skin as he worked me to the edge.

“That’s it, sweet girl. You deserve it. Cum for me. Throw yourself over the edge and let me watch.”

“Chris. Chris! Oh yes… Please, yes... Anything for this… Oh, shit…Yes. Oh.”

My legs contracted and I shook against his body. I could feel his eyes on me, taking in the way my face flushed with ecstasy. My jaw was unhinged and my tits were jumping. My pussy was throbbing and my body was shaking profusely. I was trying to keep my sounds low. Whispered and prayer-like so as to not wake Caleb.

And I could tell Chris was enjoying it.

His cock was pressing hard into the small of my back.

He scooped me up into his arms and carried me into my bedroom. He closed the door behind us before he lowered me to the bed. Our lips connected in a soft, rhythmic motion, massaging me like his hands had before. With every movement he made, a piece of clothing fell from his body. His shoes. His pants. His boxers. His socks. Everything fell away between the two of us until we were clothed in nothing but our skin and lust.

My hands shook as they ran up and down his back.

His lips dipped to my nipples, lapping at them and nibbling at their raised salutes. My heels dug into the mattress, my lips curled into my mouth so I wouldn’t wake Caleb from his nap. The electricity coursing through my body was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. How Chris managed to make this better and better was beyond me.

But I didn’t want him to stop.

I never wanted him to stop.

He slipped effortlessly into me, his rock hard cock pressing into my swollen pussy. My hands flew to his hair, shaking as my body took in every inch of him. He covered my lips with his, swallowing my groans as his hands dug into my hips.

He was pinning me to the bed. Making sure I couldn’t get away.

Slowly, he worked his way out. Sliding out to his tip before slamming back into my body. My thighs shook and my tits jumped. I moaned into his mouth as his hands pinned me further into the mattress. He did it again, smiling as my tits jumped against his chest.

I could feel the imprint of his fingertips bruising my skin.

Over and over and over again, he slid out and barreled back in. A slow, torturous climb as his balls smacked against my ass. I was gripping onto him. Clawing at his arms and raking my nails down his chiseled form. His lips never left mine. Giving me silent permission to moan as loudly as I wanted without waking Caleb.

He was protecting us.

He was protecting both of us.

He slammed into me again and I poured over the edge. My pussy clamped around his cock, milking him for an end he wasn’t ready to give. Stars burst behind my eyes as my arms were thrown around his neck, then he rolled us over so I was straddling his hips. I shook against him as my juices dripping onto his skin, my body trembling as I buried my face into the crook of his neck.

“Sit up for me, sweet girl. Move those hips like I know you can.”

With great pride, I sat up on his lap. His hands left my hips and rose to cup my breasts. I swiveled my hips in his lap, feeling his cock bulging along my walls. I ran my hands through my hair, raising them above my head as his fingers played with my tits. Every flick of his fingers shot fire through my veins as his cock buried itself deeper into me. I was rocking against him. Feeling him caress every part of my pussy at once. It was an intoxicating feeling, submitting to Chris’s demands.

And I did it willingly.

Because deep inside, I wanted to.

I lost myself in the feel of him. In the heat of his voice and the strength of his touch. I fell down into him, planting my hands deep into his solid chest. I rolled my hips deeply as his hands caressed my hips. My thighs. My hair. My back. My rolls became thrusts, and my thrusts became slams. His hips rose to meet mine and the two of us were catapulted into another time. Into another world where only the two of us existed. My tits bounced against his cheeks and he buried himself into them. Kissing and sucking and biting his mark into me.

“Chris… Holy shit. Yes… Make me yours.”

His hands gripped my thighs tightly, steadying me on his lap. He rose his hips off the bed, pounding into me at lightning speed. His balls were slapping against my ass as I held on for the ride, curling my nails into his chest.

I looked into his orgasmic eyes, watching them cloud over with lust as he looked up at me.

“Sweet girl. So good for me. Stay like that. Let me—right there—yes—shit—”

I rose up and rolled deeply into him one last time. I felt his cock explode, drenching my walls with his cum as my pussy clamped around his cock. I milked him for everything he had as my entire body burst into a simultaneous sheet of goosebumps. Electricity surging through my body short-circuited my mind, and for a second I forgot where I was. I forgot who I was and what I was doing and what my name was and who was below me. All that existed was myself, the beating of my heart, and the name that echoed off the corners of my mind.

Chris.

Chris.

Chris.

“Chris—Chris—Chris.”

I collapsed onto him and he caught me in the swell of his strong arms. He rolled me off to the side, his cock still sheathed within my warmth. My lips were chanting his name, like a broken record with a deeply embedded scratch. I felt his hand smooth along my forehead, wiping the sweat from my brow as my eyes fluttered open.

My lips stopped moving, my chest panting for air as he slowly slid from between my legs. Unleashing the fountain of evidence that wet the bed below my body.

“Chris,” I said breathlessly.

“I’m right here,” he said.

“Stay,” I said.

Then my eyes fluttered shut, and the last thing I remembered feeling was his grip tightening around my waist.