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The faint smell of fast food was still lingering in your nostrils, mixed with Chris's cologne — the one you bought him last year for his birthday.

You couldn't quite remember how you ended up where you were right now, in his lap, straddling him, his lips on your neck, your hands in his hair.

It was all just supposed to be a silly getaway from his family. You had ordered mcdonalds and parked outside a beach. Eating your meals while watching the sunset, though Chris was watching you instead.

And you noticed.

Probably because you weren't actually watching the sunset either. How could you when he was there, right across from you. Wearing his cap on backwards, just the way he knew you liked. With this look on his face that spoke a million words in a language only you understood.

Life had been busy lately, you couldn't remember the last time the two of you actually spent alone time together.

Nor the last time you had any type of sexual encounter.

Tonight was just perfect.

He groaned in your ear as your hips rolled against his, testing. Oh how you had missed this.

The next kiss came unhurried, familiar, but still so new in a way. Your fingers curled into his hoodie, pulling him even closer.

– "Let's go to the backseat now yeah?" You whispered, voice low and intimate.

He responded with a low sound coming from his throat, half groan, half proud laugh. – "You taste like fries and salt" he whispered against your mouth, the same tone as you had used earlier.

You smiled, – "You do too, and like pepsi" you added. Climbing off of him and onto the backseat with practiced ease. You had done this one or two too many times back in your teens.

He joined you quickly, forehead pressing into yours. – "Tastes good right?" He hummed, and you laughed into the kiss he just pulled you into.

The kiss deepened, it was messy now. He shifted, and you straddled him again, already feeling the hard of his cock underneath you.

His hands skated over your bare hips, tracing the edge of your denim shorts.

Your lips were already swollen, a mix of the salt from the fries and the way Chris's lips was moving so intensely against yours. Teeth clashing once before his tongue found yours, and his hands travelled higher up, now cupping your boobs like they belonged there.

You gasped quietly as he unclasped your bra, but quickly errupted into laughter when you saw the confused look on his face.

– "You're okay." You assured, and he kissed you again, the ghost of a smirk displayed on his face.

He kissed your jaw, your neck, your lips again, murmuring soft promises between every kiss. – "I've missed you so much.. i've missed this"

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead, – "I've missed you too" you buried your face in his neck, sucking gently on the skin.

His hands moved to the back of your head, nudging you a teeny tiny bit closer so that his tongue could slip inside your mouth.

You groaned, earning a smirk from the brunette underneath you. – "Fuck I love you" he spoke, pulling back a little to look at your beautiful face.

He looked at you with those eyes, those blue eyes that made you feel like he was luring you into the ocean — and in a way, he was.

Then he kissed you again, softer this time, messier. – "Mmph I need you, just you." He half murmured, half whimpered. Tugging at your shirt, eyes darting towards his semi-hard cock and your discarded bra on the seat next to you.

You hesitated only for a second before lowering yourself to your knees, standing at the small space between the backseats and the front. Your hands rested on the muscle of his thighs for a moment, a big grin on your face.

– "You're such an idiot." You exclaimed.

He giggled, – "You love me" his voice was soft, so was his smile. Filled with need and arousal in a way you couldn't explain.

He didn't only want this for the thrill, he actually wanted you.

You slowly unbuckled his belt and he moaned softly, hands grabbing the hem of your shirt by instinct. – "I love you so much" he continued praising you, his words trailed into a groan when you finally removed his boxers and his cock sprung free.

He twitched in your hand, hissed at the cold air and then again when your lips brushed against his skin.

A moan escaped his mouth low in his chest, eyes fluttering closed, legs manspreading in an oh so attractive way.

You let your tongue drag from the base up, slow and soft, one hand curled around him, the other brazing on his thigh.

His hand found your hair almost immediately — like it always did. – "Fuck, I forgot how good your mouth feels" he moaned as you took him even deeper.

You loved watching him fall apart above you, he gripped the leather of the seats, thighs trembling beneath your hands as his head tipped back.

He came hard, gasping your name, hips jerking instinctively once. You swallowed, pressing one last kiss to the inside of his thigh before climbing back into his lap.