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AH OMG WHAT THE FUCK I LOVE THIS

❛ ⊹˚․ 𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑻 ⌢ 𝜚 ₊˚

❝ 𝐈’𝐋𝐋 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 ❞

⭑.ᐟ : 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬, my eyes pleading. “We can’t do this,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “Nathan is your best friend, and my brother. He’ll hate you.”

Chris’ hands were on my hips, our bodies so close together. He could feel the heat radiating off of them. “He doesn’t have to know,” he said, his hands gripping tighter.

Chris pushed me backwards, gently guiding me down onto the bed. He leaned over me, his body hovering above mine, his breath hot against my skin. “It’ll be our secret,” he murmured, his voice soft and husky. “Our dirty little secret.”

His hands trailed down my sides, his touch sending shivers through my body. “No one has to know,” he said, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of my neck. “Just us.” His body pressed against mine, his weight pinning me down to the bed.

I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, beating in time with mine. “This is wrong,” I gasped, my head spinning with the feel of him so close. “But it feels so good.”

Chris chuckled, his lips trailing down my collarbone. “Then why stop?”

I groaned, my head falling back against the mattress as his mouth moved along my neck. “But…you’re my brother’s best friend,” I protested weakly, trying to fight the sparks of pleasure his touch was igniting in me. “He’d kill you if he ever found out.”

Chris’ hands paused for a moment, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin. “Do you really care about that right now though?” he asked, his voice low and seductive.

A moan escaped my lips as his tongue traced a path along my collarbone, sending another wave of desire crashing over me. “No,” I gasped, my hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer. “I don’t care right now, because I’ve wanted this for so long. Ever since my eyes first laid on you.”

His lips curved into a satisfied smile against my skin. “Is that so?” he murmured, his hands slipping under my top, his thumbs skimming along the bare skin of my stomach. “And here I thought you didn’t pay any attention to me.”

“I notice everything about you,” I admitted, arching into his touch as his hands continued to explore my body. “You don’t know how hard it’s been, pretending I don’t want you.”

Chris lifted his head from my neck, his eyes dark with desire. “Then stop pretending.” He grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up over my head, leaving me bare before him. His eyes raked over my body, his gaze hungry and possessive.

My hands tangled into his hair, pulling him closer as I kissed him hungrily. My body arched against his as our mouths moved together, all the years of pent-up desire finally unleashed. His hands roamed my skin, his touch both tender and possessive, claiming me as his own.

His tongue tangled with mine, the kiss both a claim and a promise. His hands slid down my body, his fingers tracing patterns along my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. My mind was a maelstrom of sensation - the feel of his body against mine, his hands on my skin, his mouth on mine. This was everything I'd ever wanted.

I hooked a leg around his waist, urging him closer, needing to feel all of him. He groaned into my mouth, pressing me further into the bed, his body molding to mine like it was made for it. This was more than I could have ever hoped for.

Our bodies moved together, the heat between us intensifying with every touch, every kiss. I couldn't get enough of him - the taste of him, the feel of him, the way he made me feel. This was ecstasy, this was bliss, this was everything I'd been missing.

Chris broke the kiss, his lips moving along my jawline to my neck. He trailed a path of hot kisses down my throat, his tongue tracing the sensitive skin of my collarbone. His hands slid down my body, mapping out each contour, every curve, as if committing them to memory.

His fingers hooked into the hem of my shirt, slowly pulling it up. I lifted my arms, helping him remove the barrier between us. His hands returned to my waist, his touch sending shivers through me. He looked into my eyes, his own filled with a mix of desire and reverence

“You're so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with emotion. He leaned down, his lips finding mine again. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, more urgent. His hands roamed over my bare skin, tracing patterns that set my nerves on fire.

I moaned against his mouth, my own hands clutching at his shoulders. He broke the kiss, his breath hot against my skin as he trailed his lips down my body. His fingers found the button of my jeans, slowly popping it open. He looked up at me, a question in his eyes.

I nodded, my breath coming in short, shallow pants. He slid my zipper down, his knuckles brushing against my skin. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of both my jeans and underwear, pulling them down in one fluid motion.

I lifted my hips, helping him remove the last of my clothing. He stood up, his eyes roaming over my bare form. He reached for his own shirt, pulling it over his head and revealing his toned chest. His hands went to his belt, unbuckling it slowly as he looked at me.

I sat up, my hair falling around my shoulders. I reached out, my fingers brushing against his abs as I helped him remove his belt. Together, we unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down his legs along with his boxers. He stepped out of them, now as bare as I was.

I stood up, my legs slightly shaky with desire. I placed my hands on his chest and gently pushed him back onto the bed. He fell back against the mattress, his hair splayed out on the pillow. I crawled over him, straddling his hips.

I leaned down, my lips finding his jaw, then his neck, leaving a trail of kisses. I nipped at his collarbone, marking him possessively. He gasped, his hips bucking up against mine. I continued down to his chest, my teeth and lips leaving red marks on his skin.

He watched me through heavy-lidded eyes, his breathing growing more ragged with each passing moment. His hands gripped the bedsheets, his knuckles turning white. “Y/N,” he groaned, my name a plea on his lips.

I sat up, grinding against him slowly. His eyes rolled back, a low moan escaping his throat. I leaned down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. My tongue delved into his mouth, tasting him deeply. His hands came up to my hips, gripping them tightly.

I pulled back, my teeth sinking into his lower lip. He groaned, his hands tightening on my hips, trying to pull me back down for a kiss. But I evaded him, my mouth moving to his jaw, then his neck. “You like that?” I whispered, my voice sultry.

“God, yes,” he hissed, his body tensing beneath mine. I continued, my lips, teeth, and tongue leaving marks all over his chest. I whispered filthy words in his ear, telling him what I wanted to do to him.

His breathing grew harsher, his control unraveling.“Y/N, please,” he pleaded, his voice hoarse with need. I smiled against his skin, loving the effect I had on him. I moved back up to his face, my eyes locked onto his. “What do you want?”

His eyes locked onto mine, desperation and longing etched on his face. “I want you to stop teasing me and just fuck me already,” he growled, his hands squeezing my hips painfully. I grinned, a wicked idea forming in my mind. “Not yet.”

I began to grind against him, my wet heat sliding along his length. He groaned, his head falling back against the pillow. I set a torturous pace, denying him the friction he craved. His hips jerked up, seeking more contact.

“Y/N, please!” he groaned, his voice strained. He was so close to the edge, and I was reveling in the power I had over him. I leaned down, my breath hot against his ear. “Not until you beg for it nicely.”

I stopped moving, eliciting a strangled sound from him. I looked down at him, my hand sliding down between our bodies. I wrapped my hand around him, slowly stroking him. He let out a low moan, his body tensing. I leaned down, my lips brushing against his.

I captured his lips in a deep, passionate kiss. My tongue delved into his mouth, tasting him fully. I stroked him faster, my thumb swirling around the tip. He thrust into my hand, his control slipping. I pulled back from the kiss, my eyes dark with desire.

I trailed kisses down his neck to his Adam's apple, feeling his pulse jump beneath my lips. I continued downward, placing soft kisses on his chest and abs. I settled between his legs, my breath ghosting over his length. He shuddered, his hands fisting in the sheets.

I licked a slow stripe up his shaft, savoring the taste of his skin. I swirled my tongue around the tip, dipping into the slit. He groaned, his hips twitching. I took him into my mouth, just the tip at first, sucking gently.

His breathing grew heavier, his hands finding my hair and tangling in the strands. I took more of him into my mouth, my head bobbing up and down in a slow rhythm. I could feel him getting close, his body tensing. I pulled back, my hands replacing my mouth.

I wrapped my lips back around his length, taking him deep into my throat. I sucked hard, my hands stroking his shaft in time with my mouth. He cried out, his back arching off the bed. I focused on his tip, sucking it hard as I continued to stroke him.

I felt the pulse of his veins against my tongue as I took him deep. I ran my tongue along those veins as I pulled back, committing every contour of him to memory. His body shook beneath me, his control fraying. “Y/N” he choked out, his voice a warning.

I licked my lips as I looked up at him, savoring the taste of him. I crawled up his body, straddling his hips. I captured his lips in a deep, filthy kiss, sharing his essence with him. He groaned into my mouth, his hands gripping my hips.

I broke the kiss, my breath coming in short pants. I reached between us, guiding his still-hard length to my entrance. I sank down onto him, my walls stretching to accommodate his girth. He threw his head back, a loud groan filling the room as I settled onto him fully.

“Nathan isn't home, right?” I panted, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I rose and fell on his lap. Chris shook his head, his eyes locked onto mine. “No, he won't be back for another two hours.”

A wave of relief washed over me, followed by a surge of desire. I rode him harder, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing through the room. Chris's hands gripped my hips, holding me down as he thrust up to meet me. I leaned forward, my breasts bouncing with each movement.

“Chris!” I moaned loudly, his thrusts hitting me just right. He grunted, his pace quickening. The sound of our bodies meeting filled the room, along with our labored breaths and moans. I leaned back, my hands braced on his thighs.

“Sit up,” I panted, my body tensing as he nailed that sweet spot. He sat up, his hands sliding up my body to cup my breasts. He took one peak into his mouth, sucking hard. I cried out, my head falling back.

“Chris...” I breathed, my fingers tangling in his hair. He growled against my chest, his hands gripping my backside possessively. He stood, wrapping my legs around his waist. He spun us around and planted me on the edge of my desk, his hips pistoning between my thighs.

Papers fluttered to the floor as the desk shook with the force of his movements. I clutched his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh. “Harder, Harder!” I screamed, my voice echoing in the room. He complied, his hips slamming into mine with a punishing rhythm.

His face was contorted in concentration, his arms braced on either side of me. I could feel the desk hitting the wall with each powerful thrust, the sound mingling with our labored breathing and the slick sounds of our joined bodies. I locked my ankles behind his back, pulling him even closer.

He reached down, his fingers finding my clit. I screamed, my vision blurring as he hit that spot inside me that made my whole world spin. “Fuck, Chris! Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!”

His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wide as he pounded into me. His face was buried in the crook of my neck, his teeth sinking into my flesh. I could feel his hot breath against my skin, his muffled grunts spurring me on.

His pace was relentless, his body slapping against mine. I could feel every inch of him, my body stretching to accommodate his thick length. “Oh God, Chris!” I cried out, my fingers tangling in his hair. He growled against my neck, his pace quickening.”

His body slid against mine, our sweat mingling. The scent of our passion filled the air, the sound of our bodies coming together echoing loudly. I could feel him swelling inside me, his body tensing. I leaned back, my body arching as he hit that magical spot over and over again.

“You like that?” he grunted, his voice strained. “Answer me.” I nodded, my words lodged in my throat. “Words, baby,” he panted, his hips snapping forward. “Y-Yes,” I stammered. “I love it.”

His hands moved to my hips, gripping them tightly as he changed his angle. He hit that spot inside me that made me see stars, and I screamed his name. He smirked against my neck, doing it again and again until I was a writhing, incoherent mess beneath him.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice muffled against my skin. “I can feel you squeezing me like a vice.” He punctuated his words with powerful thrusts, his body slamming into mine. I could feel him getting closer, his movements becoming erratic.

He suddenly picked me up off the desk, my back slamming against the wall. He lifted one of my legs, hooking it over his elbow as he continued to pound into me. The change in angle allowed him to hit even deeper, and I let out a piercing scream as he fucked me against the wall.

“Look at you, taking me so well,” he grunted, his eyes flicking down to where our bodies were joined. “Look at how well you take me, baby.” He thrust forward, filling me completely. I let out a shuddered breath, my body quivering as he picked up his pace.

My head thrashed against the wall as he drove into me. I could feel the coolness of the wall against my back, contrasting with the heat of his body against my front. His face was contorted in pleasure, his brows furrowed as he concentrated on his movements.

“Touch yourself,” he demanded, his voice low. “Play with your peaking peaks.” I hesitantly brought my hands up to my breasts, squeezing them gently. He growled in approval, his pace quickening as he watched me play with myself. “That's it, baby. You look so beautiful.”

“Chris... please...” I begged, my voice hoarse from screaming his name. “Please what, baby?” he taunted, his voice low. “Please what?” He punctuated his words with hard thrusts, each one pushing me closer to the edge.

“Please… cum inside me…” I gasped out, my hands tightening on my breasts. He groaned deeply, his head tilting back as he listened to my plea. “You want me to cum inside you, baby? You want to feel me spill inside your warmth?”

His hand shot out, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him. “Look at me when I give you what you want,” he grunted, his pace becoming punishing. His hips snapped forward, his body slamming against mine.

“That's it, baby, take it all,” he hissed, his eyes locked onto mine. “You're going to milk me dry, aren't you?” I whimpered in affirmation, my nails digging into his shoulders.

His grip on my chin tightened as he fucked me harder, his body shaking with the effort. He was so close, and I could feel it building inside me, the pressure of his release.

Suddenly, I heard Nathan's voice from outside the door. “Y/N?” He sounded concerned. Chris smirked wickedly, his hips snapping forward even harder. “Go ahead, answer him,” he taunted, his voice low.

“Nathan?” I whispered-shouted, my voice breathy. “I thought you weren't supposed to be back until later?” Chris's grin widened as he continued to pound into me, his movements growing faster and more forceful.

“Yeah, but the store wasn't as busy today so I got what I needed faster,” Nathan called back, his voice muffled through the door. “Why's your door locked” He jiggled the doorknob, testing to see if it was indeed locked.

Chris's hands tightened on my waist as he drove deeper into me, making it harder for me to speak clearly. “I-I just got out of the shower,” I stammered. “I'm changing.” Chris's grin turned mischievous as he mouthed,

“That’s a lie,” he whispered, his voice laced with amusement. He picked up his pace, his hips moving in a rapid, hypnotic rhythm that stole my breath away. “Chris...” I hissed, my voice low, “Nathan's right outside the door.”

“Oh, okay,” Nathan called back, satisfied with my explanation. But then, pausing before leaving, “Also, have you seen Chris? He was here before I left.” Nathan called back, pausing before leaving. “He actually just got picked up by Matt.”

I lied, my voice strained. I bit my lip hard, stifling a moan as Chris continued his relentless pace. “He'll be back later though.” Chris chuckled lowly.

‘Another lie’ I thought to myself, my mind hazy with pleasure. Chris was right there in the same room as me, pounding into me and rearranging my guts, and I'd just told Nathan he was with Matt, when in reality he was never even gone.

I snapped back to reality when Chris gently turned me around, picking me up and moving me to the bed. He laid me face-down into the comforter, my cheek sinking into the soft fabric as he continued to thrust into me from behind.

“Stay quiet, baby,” Chris murmured, his voice low and commanding. His hands gripped my hips tightly as he increased his pace, each thrust pushing me further into the mattress. The bed creaked softly beneath us, the only other sound in the room besides our heavy breathing.

I bit down hard on the comforter, muffling any sounds that threatened to escape. My fingers clenched in the fabric as Chris's thrusts grew more intense, hitting that special spot inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

Chris's hands slid up my back, gently but firmly grasping my wrists. He pulled my arms behind me, holding them securely against my lower back as he continued his relentless pace. The position arched my back, allowing him to sink even deeper.

I could only whimper into the bedding, my face buried in the comforter. Chris's hold on my wrists tightened as his movements grew more urgent. The room spun around me, and all I could focus on was the heat and pressure of his body against mine. “Chris...”

“Shh, I know baby. Just feel it,” Chris breathed, his voice husky with desire. He leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back as he nuzzled into my neck. His hips never stopped their steady rhythm, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge.

After a few minutes of pounding into me from behind, Chris carefully pulled out and turned me around. He lifted my legs over his shoulders, spreading my thighs wide as he positioned himself between them.

His blue eyes locked onto mine as he slowly pushed back into me. The new angle allowed him to slide even deeper than before, filling me completely. I gasped, my fingers gripping his shoulders tightly. “Chris... please...” I begged, my voice barely a whisper. “Shh, I've got you,” Chris replied, his voice soft and soothing.

He began to move, his hips rocking slowly between my thighs. Each thrust was deep and deliberate, hitting that perfect spot inside me with every stroke. His eyes never left mine, his gaze burning with love and desire. “Look at me, baby.”

I locked my eyes onto his, my breath hitching in my chest as he continued to love me slowly. The intimacy of his gaze was almost too much to bear, and I felt tears prick my eyes.

Chris leaned down, his chest pressing against mine as he nestled his face into the crook of my neck. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking him close as my arms encircled his back. The new position brought us even closer, our bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces.

Chris groaned against my neck, the sound muffled as my fingers dug into his back. My nails raked over his skin, leaving red crescent marks in their wake. “Harder, baby,” he encouraged, his voice low and gruff. “Mark me as yours.”

I tightened my legs around him, pulling him impossibly deeper as I scored my nails down his back. Chris hissed in pleasure, his hips snapping forward more urgently. The new friction had me seeing stars, my walls fluttering around him. “Yes, just like that,”

My fingers found their way into his hair, gripping the silky locks tightly as my breath grew shallow. “Chris... I'm... I'm so close,” I panted, my voice barely a whisper. He growled low in his throat, his pace quickening as he buried his face in my neck.

Chris kissed a trail up my neck and jaw, his lips searing against my skin. My hands roamed over his head, guiding his lips back to mine as I sought out his tongue. Our kiss was deep and desperate, a tangle of tongues and teeth as we both neared the edge.

Our movements became frantic, our bodies tensing as we climbed higher and higher. With a final thrust, Chris buried himself deep inside me, and we both shattered. I cried out against his mouth, my nails digging into his scalp as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

Chris broke the kiss, his face buried in the crook of my neck as he panted heavily. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his voice muffled against my skin. I held him close, my arms trembling as I fought to catch my breath.

Chris pulled out of me, laying down beside me before propping himself up on one arm to look down at me. His hair was messy, his eyes still glazed with lust, and his skin was flushed. “This,” he said, his voice low and husky, “will be our dirty little secret.”

I nodded, my lips curving into a small smile as Chris traced his thumb along my lower lip. I took a moment to admire him - his messy hair falling into his eyes, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath, and the way his eyes seemed to see right through me.

Chris grinned, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners. “You're staring,” he teased, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I blushed, my eyes flicking downwards shyly.

He gently grabbed my chin, tilting my face up to his. His eyes met mine, then drifted to my lips, before coming back up to my eyes. He repeated the action, his touch gentle as he rubbed his thumb over my lower lip. “So beautiful,”

Chris leaned down, capturing my lips in a soft, tender kiss. It was a stark contrast to the passionate kisses from before, but no less intense. His lips moved against mine slowly, savoring the moment.

As we kissed, I found myself lost in the moment. I never thought it would come down to this - Chris, with me, like this. But here we were, wrapped up in each other's arms, and I couldn't bring myself to care about the what-ifs or the maybes.

Chris broke the kiss, flopping back onto the pillow with a content sigh. He pulled me with him, arranging me so that I was laying on his bare chest. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close as his fingers idly traced patterns on my back.

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