I Like Things!

Today, Leon was home. You watched him get dressed from where you perched on the bed. The blue shirt hugged his frame perfectly, the sleeves outlining each curve of his bicep. Proof of his endless fighting turning his form into a perfect chiselled statue that you got to look at. With how much you increased his ego over the years you were surprised he didn’t make you pray to it like he was a Greek statue. “Are you ready for our day out princess?” He spoke, watching you from the mirror he was currently in front of. Your pleated skirt fell around your thighs perfectly, just short enough that when you were sat it gave him easier access. The plaid material made his imagination run even more wild with plenty of sick fantasies, his cock twitching just at the thought.  

He had to wait though, he had plans for you today. What you didn’t know was that Chris was back in town. Spending the last few days in the office making sure the reports he needed to do were complete so he could spend more time with the two of you. You will find out soon, during lunch with Leon. “More than ready, I’m just waiting on you” You smirked, your legs kicking out in front of you creating a steady beat against the bed frame as they swung back against it. Leon watched you, the frill socks you had picked out looked perfect with the Mary Jane’s. 

Your style was one of the things he always loved about you. “You always show me up, I want to look like I tried this time” He retorted. You loved his smile and the banter you shared with Leon. The two of you often create bad puns as you walk around together, his one-liners coming out as bad dad jokes. It was something you couldn’t share with Chris, his grumpier more dominant attitude normally scoffed at the idea. Rolling his eyes instead of laughing - though you both swore you’ve seen him attempt to hide a smirk every once in a while. 

“You always look good but you should wear the black leather. You always look good in that one” You smiled, pointing towards the jacket hanging on the back of the door. Leon smiled again, a large toothy one showing off his perfect whites. His hand however moved for the jacket with the white stripes causing you to shake your head. “Why not? It will match your white socks” He commented, despite his apparent protest he still took off the jacket that you recommended. You rolled your eyes, hopping off the edge of the bed to meet him. His hands landed on your hips as he kissed you. The stubble coating his face tickling your cheeks as he began to pepper you with them.

“Enough, we have a reservation don’t we?” You giggled, pulling away to look at his face. Your fingers swiped away at a few strands of his hair away from his face. His hand grasped yours bringing the palm of yours to his lips. They were soft, the pressure light as he smiled against it. “Bossy today are we?” He teased, mumbling against the softness of your skin. Your giggle was cute as always causing the man to break out into a larger grin as he led you out the door. 

The diner as always was fairly busy, the guys favorite spot to eat due to the booths that gave them a small amount of privacy. Leon watched your expression change when you spotted Chris in the usual spot. The smile growing, your eyes lighting up with affection. It was cute. Your skirt lifted slightly as you did an awkward run to him showing off Leon’s favorite lacy thong. Of course you wore his favorite, after all Chris was just a surprise. Chris smirked from over your shoulder as he watched Leon adjust himself during his approach. “Surprise” Chris whispered, nipping at the skin on your neck enjoying how your frame tucked nicely into his. His display bothered the man behind you, despite their mutual love for you, the throple you seemed to act sometimes didn’t exist, only merely two men that fought for your attention and pussy. 

That's why when Chris slid back into the booth, you were tugged onto his lap. “I like the outfit today, sweetie” He whispered in your ear as you settled. His hands squeezed your thighs, inching further towards your covered cunt. The waitresses were used to this, you wouldn’t be surprised if you found out that they both tipped extra so they ignored what was going on. “Thank you, Leon thought it was cute too. He tried to match” You giggled. Chris gave off a low chuckle, lifting his eyes to the man that was opposite the two of you with an unamused look on his face. They ordered food quickly, the drinks leaving rings on the wooden table in front of you as you waited. All whilst this was happening Chris’ fingers now began to explore the dampened fabric of your underwear. He didn’t miss the floral lace design underneath his fingertips, tracing each petal in a teasing motion. 

Florals - that was Leon’s favorite. Irritation began to pulse through his system, his touch becoming possessive as he cupped your pussy. “Lift up a second sweetie” He instructed, stopping your pleasant conversation with Leon. You did as you were told, your obedience to Chris never faltered. You never teased or acted bratty with him - his punishments were far worse than Leon’s. You heard his fly unzip, his thighs bumping against the back of yours as he eased his hardened cock out. He tugged you back on his lap, making sure your thong was pulled to the side. You gasped when his cock slid in with ease, your arousal helping you adjust to his thick length. What Chris lacked in size he gained in girth. “Fuck, So tight” He chuckled as he adjusted his hips making them jolt up inside you. 

Leon smirked at your face, despite his cock not entering you he got the enjoyment of you trying to act casual and continue his conversation. At seeing all of your pretty faces as you did so. “You alright there darling? You haven’t even started to eat yet and you look a little…full” 

Your scowl was cute, the bit in your lip was cuter. Chris jolted his hips again the movements were shallow - not enough to give you the overwhelming pleasure you were used to. It was a slow build up. Your hips began to circle, desperately trying to at least get him to speed up. Hoping your movements would tease him and encourage him to go faster. It was working to your credit, the man had leaned back. His legs now man spread allowing you to have more range of motion. How something he initiated had become your issue to fix was beyond you. 

“No one is paying attention to you being such a cock slut it's okay. Just focus on making us both feel good” Chris whispered in your ear after having noticed your eyes watching the diner full of people. Your brain dissociates causing your movements to falter in case someone was watching. Leon shuffled in his chair, his hand palming himself lightly to get some ease on his cock. “Such a good girl, Now if you just cum we can eat” Chris whispered in your ear. “What about you?” You whimpered back. Even cock drunk you valued their own pleasure above yours, you wouldn’t cum until you knew Chris would. It was mostly the only bratty thing you would do. “You know I won’t miss the opportunity to cum inside you after Leon has had you for weeks. Gotta make sure you remember what I feel like. Now cum” 

Leon’s hard on was gone now, his face was unimpressed as Chris’ words made you cum. He watched your eyes roll back, your teeth tug at your lip to hide your whimpers. So Chris wanted to make it a competition then. Game on. 

It was hard to concentrate on the rest of their conversation and the food you were eating as Chris’ load dripped down your thighs. If you were paying attention to the conversation they were having you would have heard them arguing over where to go next, why Leon despite knowing Chris was going to be here let you wear his favorite underwear. You also didn’t miss the way that despite Chris currently having load dripping out of you his hand was splayed out possessively on your thigh, smudging the cum into your skin. Something Leon also didn’t fail to notice. 

The walk to the next place Leon got more touchy, his hand was around your waist tucking you into his side. His fingers teasing along the waistline of your skirt. He ignored any conversation you and Chris were having, opting to stay silent as he thought about burying his cock inside you – making sure that he gave you enough of his cum that you would forget about Chris’. 

The bar was dark as it always was. Your usual seat was taken, the larger booth that Chris normally scowled anyone away from. Leon didn’t feel like doing that today, instead opting for one of the more exposed tables near the wall. The window, despite being covered in vinyl, still provided minimal coverage. Maybe it was because he was angry or needed to prove a point but his cock was entering you as he tugged you on his lap. Something that happened so fast you barely registered him taking it out. Chris’ brows furrowed when you gasped, your knuckles turning white as Leon made sure you immediately bottomed out on him. His cock was longer, a slight curve to it that you loved so much as it moved against that spongy spot inside you. Of course he knew this. 

The music was louder tonight, any signs of what you were doing were hidden from the volume of the place. Your skirt worked wonders to hide what was going on. “You think I would let Chris just make you forget what I feel like once he’s back. Come on now Darling we both know who fills you up the best” Leon chuckled deeply in your ear. His breath causes you to flinch and jolt on his cock. Leon never needed to do any work, you just needed to squirm enough to do it yourself. He would never instruct you to do it like Chris. No he liked to play on the idea of you believing you are in control. It was more fun that way. 

Your orgasm with Leon was a slow game; he never rushed these things. He held you close making sure his lips or breath teased you, his fingers tickling your thighs and sides as he held a conversation with Chris about the man's latest mission. Your cheeks darkened in colour, the blood rushing to your head as you felt that coil tighten. He smiled as your hips moved on their own. To everyone else it just looked like you were getting comfy, but he could feel it. The way his tip grew deeper, each clench of your walls as you hit a spot you liked. Much like Chris earlier he didn’t do anything. Just sipped on the whiskey that made his head spin. 

“Such a good girl for the both of us today. Maybe we will have to treat you when we get home hmm?” Leon spoke as Chris left for the bathroom. His attention finally fell on you as he nipped at your neck. Hand closest to the wall slipping up your skirt to tease your clit. You both looked passionate, drunk as you made out in the back. No one is paying attention. It spurred you on that all someone had to do was look under the table to see what was happening. The way you rode Leon and his finger grateful circled your sensitive bud in return. 

“Do you like being this naughty? Doing this where everyone can see…me and Chris competing for your cunt. Such a naughty Slut” 

It was too much, his words made you spin. Chris’ chuckle as he made his way back opposite you. You came, your cunt like a vice around Leon as he then came. The thick vein that ran up his cock pulsating inside you as he spewed his load. With Chris’ leftovers still inside you, it began to drip out – making a mess on the front of his trousers. “I always liked the messy ones” Chris chuckled as he handed Leon a few napkins. To at least prevent an embarrassing stain as you would soon leave the bar. 

Warnings/Tags - SMUT, Choking, Oral, Penetration, Explicit Language, Drinking, Smoking also we ride like Leon in Requiem as it could be questionable if i proofread this. (i did...but like yeah...)

Chris was in the study, cigar lit, lights dim, with music playing softly. While you were preparing to take a bath. It was one of those rare Friday nights where you both were home, yet you two ran about it in a typical fashion by going about your evenings at different paces.

You slowly begin undressing yourself as you walk between your shared bedroom and bathroom. Double checking that you had everything before starting the water. And as your fingers begin to slide under the strap of your underwear you notice.

“Oh!” Quickly you turn around and grab your robe, as it wouldn’t hurt to have something to sip on while you enjoyed your time alone.

You tie the tie loosely as you make your way down the steps. Your robe covering you, but for anyone staring, giving them just enough of a preview of what was underneath as it sat loosely on your form.

Chris hears the light switch before even noticing the light turn on in the kitchen.

“Hey babe…” He calls out

“Yes?”

“Can I ask a favor?” He takes a drag from his cigar

You smile, “80, 90, or 100 proof tonight?”

Chris pushes out the smoke with a single laugh. For of course you already knew what the request was, “100 would be great.”

You make your way over to the bottles that were displayed in your kitchen. Your eyes scanning them over until you find the one. Red label, a gift you got him for his birthday, a hell of a bottle to find for sale, and you pour. Generosity this evening.

As you put the bottle back you grab one of your wine glasses. Moving to the other side of the kitchen you get to your collection. You reach for a heavy red, rich in tannins yet leaving you with an earthy flavor on the pallet for tonight’s choice.

After it’s been poured you make your way into Chris’s study.

“For you, love.” You swirl the glass a little, the amber liquor running up and around the sides as you wait for him to take it.

Chris was in the movement of grabbing his phone when you entered. His eyes not meeting you until you were up next to him.

“Thanks, lo-” he turns to you, his eyes growing wide when he takes in your appearance. His hand coming up to take the glass, “Well I’m so sorry I interrupted.” But instead of taking the glass he grabs at your wrist, pulling you over him, “Don’t you look beautiful this evening.” Chris’s eyes break away from your face as they glide down your front. Him pausing just long enough to take in the curve of your chest as your bra was still on, pushing them together nicely as the looseness of your robe gave him the perfect view.

“It’s just a robe honey.” You laugh as you take a sip from your glass, your robe sliding up a bit on one side as it followed your movements.

“And yet…” His eyes follow the fabric, your short robe not capable of covering you fully when you move your arms. His eyes taking in the curve of your hip, the thin piece of fabric that was the band on your underwear following it for as far as he could.

“You done?” You shake his drink at him, his wrist still in your hold.

Chris shakes his head, “No, not at all.”

You let out a little huff, “I’ll have to start charging you soon…”

Chris smiles, “That’s fine. What’s the payment situation like?” Chris lets go of your wrist, his hand taking his drink.

You shake your head as you go for another sip. Again, your robe lifting, his eyes glued down below. “Hmmm, haven’t thought that far yet.”

Chris takes a sip from his glass, his other hand reaching out to grab yours, “Well, what if we think of something together?”

You lower your head a bit and smile at him, “Really? Right now? Wouldn’t I be interrupting your ‘man time’” You take a step forward regardless.

Chris lets out a laugh, “As if I’m not interrupting your ‘woman time’”

You move to set down your glass, his hand now resting on your waist as you sit down over his legs. Your body now straddling his.

Chris takes a moment to look at you, his eyes growing soft as he keeps them on your face. And after another sip he sets down his glass, both hands now on your waist as he lets his eyes wonder lower.

You take a hand and playfully cover yourself, his eyes snapping back up to yours. He smiles, “I don’t think so babe.” His hand moving up to push yours out of the way as he cups your breast. It grazing over your bra.

“This new?” He hums as he rests his hand on the top of your breast, his hand warming your exposed skin.

You lean back a little, reaching for your glass again, “It is.” You take a slow sip, your eyes looking at him from above the glass.

His other hand slides under the robe, his fingers curling under the fabric of your underwear, “These too?”

You smile as you push down the red liquor, “Yes.”

Chris smiles, his hand on your breast leaving as he pushes it under the robe, both hands now cupping your ass as he pulls you in, “And I didn’t get a little show?”

You laugh as you reach to set your glass down, your face now next to his, “You weren’t home when I got them.”

Chris moves his face into the crook of your neck, his warm breathing sending shivers down your spine, “How unfortunate for me then.”

You bring your hand up to cup the back of his head, your thumb moving back and forth over his hair, “Very unfortunate indeed.”

He starts slowly kissing your collarbone, following it with a measured tempo as one hand breaks away from your ass.

He pushes back on one shoulder of your robe, the fabric falling enough to give him more of your skin as he continued down the bone. “I know you want to take a bath, but what if you stay down here with me tonight?”

Your eyes were already closed as you took in his soft lips on your skin. Each one slowly warming your center as you fall into him. You turn to kiss his temple, “But aren’t I interrupting your evening?” You smile as you tease him a little.

Chris lets go of a laugh up against your skin, his warm breath now dissipating over more of your exposed skin, “You are never an interruption my dear.” Chris kisses your skin deeper this time, his other hand squeezing on the fat of your ass.

You push your head into his more as you take in his touch. His large, slightly rough hands, grounding as he holds you.

“And what about a distraction?”

Chris laughs a bit louder to this one, “Oh now with that, I’d have to say you are very much a distraction for me.” Chris lets go of your ass, his hand coming up as he leans back so he can guide you to him, “A distraction I think about constantly.”

His hand on your chin pulls you into him, your lips creating a tender, very slow drawn-out kiss up against his. Chris smiles up against your lips as he takes in the length of it. A bit of your fever behind it when you pull back.

“It’s nice to know that we share a common trait.” You cup his face this time when you bring him back into you. His hands now pushing you in more from your back. His palms flush up against the fabric of your robe.

And after a bit you lower yourself back down, your center noticing it immediately. And to the touch you smile, “Would he be considered an interruption or a distraction right now.” You press yourself down more on his hard length.

Chris pulls in a sharp breath to the touch, his length begging to be released from his pants, “Guess that depends on what’s next?”

You slowly and playfully grind up against Chris. His nose taking in another sharp inhale as he reaches for his cigar. You smile, “Well for what I thought was us sharing a lovely moment seems to have been misinterpreted a bit.”

Chris smiles with his lips on his cigar when he looks at you, “Well can’t blame him can you?”

Your eyebrows shift up and down quickly as you let your hands glide down Chris’s chest, your fingers pressing into the fabric as you watch them rise and fall over his figure, “But I guess…I’d say he’s one of my favorite distractions…”

Chris pushes out a cloud of smoke, mindful to push it away from your face, “And...what about you?” Chris’s eyes fall and you take note of where they land.

You chuckle softly, your face growing warm. But you just respond with a smile. Your eyes looking back at him through your lashes.

Chris smiles as he sets down his cigar and reaches for his glass. Your eyes taking in him as he takes a sip. The slight bob in his throat as he pushes down the liquor. Your hands continue to fall and soon you let one go lower. It now in-between your legs as you press into his bulge. You hand cupping what it could as you move it over him.

Chris closes his eyes, his fingers gripping down more on the glass. His other hand quickly finding your ass again as he squeezes down on the plush area, “I need you...”

You smile as you reach for your wine glass, “Do you?” A small sip taken as you look at him from over your glass.

Chris nods, “Yes, badly.”

You push down your sip as you set the glass back down, “How?”

This gets Chris to open his eyes, those soft warm russet brown eyes looking up to you before breaking away for just a second, his mind sifting through his options.

You smile as you watch him think, your one hand now on his face as your thumb moves across his stubble.

Chris takes another drink before putting his glass down next to yours, “I think we stay in here and maybe,” his eyes shift behind you, “we use that desk over there?”

You let out a single laugh with your smile, “Bent over a desk…” You turn back, taking in his desk before turning back, “And just how long have you been thinking about that?”

Chris, getting a little impatient, moves his arms under you, a push from the couch bringing you into his hold as he stands.

You sway as you find your balance, your hand planted on his shoulder as you look down to him with wide eyes.

Chris smiles, “For a long time actually.”

Chris sets you down on the desk and you notice the small space you’ve been given. “Not a whole lot of room up here…”

Chris smiles as he pulls off his shirt, your eyes quickly snapping to his chest. Your face and center growing warmer. Your fingers curl around the edge of the desk when you watch his hands go for his button on his pants. His fingers moving to unclasp it.

“My eyes are up here sweetheart.” Chris teases

You don’t look up, “I am aware.”

Chris hums as he pushes down his pants. Leaving his briefs still on. You give away to a snide smile as you let your eyes carry back up to his, “Well played.”

Chris moves in, leaning down so you were pinned in by his arms on either side of you. Those soft eyes taking in yours again, “Now before we see what this desk can take,” Chris moves one hand to the tie on your robe, pulling it so it comes undone, “there’s something else I’ve been wanting to use this desk for…”

You smile at him, his lips briefly meeting your cheek before you feel his hand push back on the one shoulder that was still covered. The fabric of the robe falling. You lean back a bit, your eyes on him again when you feel his hands slide up your back, his fingers fumbling with the clasp of your bra. You lean up and kiss his cheek to then feel your bra release behind you. The gentle movements coming from both of you as your arms slide out of the sleeves while the straps of your bra glide down your arms. It now being tossed into the chair.

Chris moves back in to kiss you, your hands quick to your panties as you work on taking them off. Your body rocking from side to side until you were able to toss them in the pile. Chris smiles when he breaks away and you follow him as he gets to his knees, his arms wrapping around you as they rest on the desk. Chris looks up to you before he pushes your hips forward a little. Your legs now draping over his shoulders, the bend in your knee hooking yourself into place.

“Perfect height…” Chris lets go of a pleased hum when you feel his hand gently rubbing the side of your thigh. Without thinking you feel your legs spread wider for him. Your hands pressed into the desk as there was no possibility for you to lay back.

Chris kisses up the side of your thigh, each one getting a little rise out of you as you leaned your head back. Your chest rising with a steady deep breath, only to come out as a soft moan.

Chris begins to move up more, his lips now kissing along your lower belly. You letting go of a huff as you lift your head up to look down on him.

“What are you doing?” You raise an eyebrow at him, for you already knew what he was doing.

Chris looks up to you, a deeper kiss this time against your plush stomach, “Reminding you of how much I love your body.”

You bring your legs in a bit as you roll your head off to the side.

Chris chuckles up next to your skin, “Oh don’t be like that love. You’re beautiful.” Chris continues his kisses, his eyes carrying up again noticing your face, “All of you is beautiful. Every single part of you is.”

Your shoulders relax a bit, your eyes carrying back down to him.

“So please love,” Chris pulls away so he can look at you better, “Relax and let me enjoy all of you.” He tilts his head, “Just like I let you enjoy all of me.”

You bite your bottom lip, an amused huff leaving your nose when you finally give him a nod. You take in a deep breath, your legs spreading again, “Alright…”

Chris smiles before he moves himself back into you. His kisses continue over your supple belly as his arms wrap around you even tighter.

He feels it now, your body letting go a little, your legs growing a little heavier on his shoulders as you finally relax to his touch. Even along the parts you normally tense up over. But now, you were right where Chris wanted you, so relaxed that you were falling into your arms. Your palms flush on the desk as you held yourself up. Your head leaning back as you take in every single touch from him.

You were so lost in it all that when he finally made his way to your clit you didn’t react loudly or abruptly. No, you rolled your head forward and let go of a soft moan as one of your hands moved to rest on Chris’s head. Every now and again your hand moving back and forth as you took in his movements. A jolt happening in your left leg as he presses his tongue into your clit more. His need for you apparent as his hunger helped him pick up the pace. His head pushing as far as it could go in between your legs.

Your back was curling on itself as you felt your center growing warm. You were doing your best to keep your legs spread, but his need to pleasure you was proving very successful as your fingers curled into his hair, your knees pointing towards each other over his shoulders, and your eyes shut tight, so the only focus was your center.

Chris moves his face from side to side as he tries to dig into you deeper, your breath now becoming choppy as you feel the warmth begin to grow tight.

You push out a deep breath, “Chris, please…”

Chris moves his arms so his hands can wrap around your thighs, a gentle pull to help keep them open all while he keeps his tongue continues on your clit. You let go of his hair, your arms falling behind you as your palms take in the desk again.

“Fuck baby…I-”

Chris grips down more into your thighs and you feel it. The warmth, the pull, the release as your body gives into him. You push out a long drawn-out moan as your release washes over you.

“mmm fuck Chris!” He doesn’t break away as he takes in all that you have to give. His hunger still not satisfied for you.

“mmm baby please…” You whine as he continues on your sensitive clit, your legs trying to pull themselves away only for his hands to keep them open.

Chris lets go of a hum as he pulls back. A bit of it vibrating your core causing you to let go of a soft whimper.

He slowly brings himself up, his lips trailing up your body as you sit there, your shoulders and head slumped over a bit as you try to bring yourself back down.

He lifts your chin with his fingers, his pupils still a bit dilated when he looks at you, “Hope you’re ready for more.”

Chris pulls you in for a kiss and as your lips press up against his you feel his hand sliding around your waist as he finds the small of your back. It was instant when he got there, a push coming from him as he guides you from the desk. His hand then taking your robe, him tossing it into the chair with everything else.

You move yourself closer, your hand finding the front of his briefs.

“Mmm!” Chris pulls away, “Fuck babe…” he rests his forehead on yours as he takes in the feeling. His length dangerously hard in your hand.

He lets go of a low moan when he plants his hand on your hips. And with a quick turn your back was to him.

He was fast, his briefs now in the chair as his length moved in between your legs. You start to lean down, your chest now hovering over the desk. You look over your shoulder and see Chris. His eyes dark as he lines himself up with you. His one hand coming to grab your shoulder for balance.

Chris pumps his tip into you a couple of times, his way of teasing you when he takes in how wet you are down there.

You turn your head back to him, “Baby please…”

Chris’s grip on the shoulder gets tighter, “Please what babe?”

You let out a huff, but then he takes back his tip, you now left with nothing. You whine, “Please fuck me.”

Chris let’s go of a low laugh before sliding his whole length into you. And no matter how many times he’s done this before, God it always feels so good. The stretch, the fullness - it was everything for you.

You both let go of a moan together. Chris’s low, coming from his chest while yours was paired with a sharp inhale.

“Fucking hell babe…” Chris bottoms out into you. His hips now flush against your skin. And without any hesitation he starts. His thrusts fast, deep, full of fever as the room fills with the sounds of skin of skin contact. And you brace yourself as best as you can. Your palms and fingers pressing into the solid oak desk, your back concaving as you did what you could to save your thighs. But with each thrust you were being fucked more and more into the desk. Your thighs and hips beginning to ache as they slam into the solid wood.

Chris moves his hands down to the font of your thighs, his palms doing what they could to hold you back. But now his hands were taking in the beating as his thrusts were still too much. Each one ramming the both of you back into the desk.

“Put your leg up on the desk.” He slowly takes back his hands. Resting them on your hips now.

He slows down a bit, and you hike up one leg. Your hip rotating so the side of your thigh and knee could rest comfortably against the desk. Chris adjusts you slightly. His one hand sliding up your front.

“That’s it…” Chris’s hand finds your throat at he pulls you back into him. Your back now up against his chest. And as he moves his head to the crook of your neck he thrusts into you deeply from this angle. “Oh fuck…much better.”

He kisses the side of your face and before you could turn to the touch he starts again. His thrusts deep into you, his forehead moving to rest on the side of yours as your back arches more in his hold.

You feel his fingers roll along your neck as he readjusts his hold. Your eyes facing the ceiling as you take in his rough tempo.

“You feel so good, beautiful.” Chris presses his forehead into the side of yours more. His heavy breathing and moans all you can hear as his lips were right next to your ear.

“Baby please…” you reach back your one hand gripping into his hip as your other holds onto the edge of the desk.

Chris lets out a soft chuckle into your ear, “Don’t overdo it okay?”

You nod and then you let your eyes close. His fingers gripping down onto your throat. And that paired with his thrust begins to send you over the edge. You let go of a moan and as it draws out you feel the tightness in your chest. Your head beginning to roll to the side. Chris’s hand keeping it from falling.

Your hand on his waist taps against him a couple of times. A wet kiss finding your cheek when he loosens his grip. He inhales sharply through his nose, “That’s my girl.” He lets go of that breath, “Again?”

Your shoulder relax a little as your lungs fill with air again. You nod.

“Good because I won’t last much longer. Please…” Chris rolls his fingers on your throat again, “just let yourself go.”

You nod again. Your center tugging, begging to release, but just needing a little bit more. Just a bit more sensation.

Chris buries his head into the crook of your neck, his large calloused fingers gripping down into your throat again.

Your hand that was holding the desk moves to your clit. Chris’s other hand gripping down more into your waist as he keeps you steady.

“Babe…I’m close…” Chris groans into you. His eyes closed tight as he holds on. His hand on your throat trying to take in more.

You open your eyes, only for them to roll back a bit in your head. You were right at the edge.

You take in an inhale with all the air you had left and then as if the damn broke your legs were weak. You head trying to fall forward as your release basically drowns you in pleasure.

Chris quickly loosens his grip when he feels your walls tightening on him. His hand leaving your throat as he guides you forward. Your arms catching yourself as you hold yourself up on the desk.

You come to, your body pulling in as much air as it could only for you to push it back out in a moan.

“Fuck baby…” you feel yourself starting to slump over slightly.

“Just a little more…” Chris bottoms out with each last couple of thrusts before you feel his hands pushing your hips down into him. His lungs pushing out a moan when he releases into you.

Chris’s hands grow weaker on your hips. The both of you breathing loudly as you two work to come back down. Chris leans in and kisses you on your back before pulling himself from you. And after you slowly bring your leg back down from the desk you stumble a bit. “Oh shit!” Chris catching you immediately.

Chris chuckles as he slowly moves his hands up and down your arms. Helping you find your balance again. And after a bit he leans down, “So, how do we feel about the desk?”

You laugh as you roll your head a bit towards him, “Good, but might need to try some other angles before I can give you a confident answer.” You hum as your body was trying to take in the post sex bliss as you stand there.

Chris moves your face more his lips now able to find yours, “Yeah, I think we can arrange that.”

-

Chris was now back on the couch, only his briefs back on when he relights his cigar. You grabbing for your glass of wine.

Chris takes a drag, “Do you want your robe?”

You sway your hips a bit more than usual as you head for the door, “Hold on to them for me?” You look at Chris from over your shoulder.

Chris laughs, “Keep acting like that and you’ll never make it to your bath.”

You take a sip from your glass and shrug your shoulders, “Oh not like I wouldn’t mind another little interruption…”

It had started as a joke, a little challenge, if you would; it wasn’t supposed to be anything serious. In fact, if you were to be honest, you didn’t think Chris would have even agreed to your silly question. Even as you lay on the ground, watching him lower himself down, part of you still expected him to back out.

“100 push-ups, you said?” Chris asked, relaying the rules you had proposed.

Yes, 100 push-ups without stopping.

When he, much to your surprise, immediately agreed to the challenge, you had to change the rules somewhat. Instead of just doing 100 push-ups, he had to do 100 push-ups while you laid beneath him. After all, what could he possibly lose from you watching him up-close? Surely not the challenge, right?

Chris would have been lying had he said the sight of you beneath him didn’t distract him, especially the way you looked up at him with a satisfied smile, but he wasn’t about to back out of this now. You had promised to cook his favourite meal for him if he succeeded and damn, did he want that food.

And so he began.

Chris lowered himself, muscles flexing as came face-to-face with you, noses brushing for a moment before he raised himself back up.

“One,” You counted, giggling as he raised an eyebrow before lowering himself back down.

“You’re counting?”

You could briefly feel the breath leaving his lips as he spoke, watching him closely as he pushed himself back up.

“Two,” you said. “And, of course I am. How will we know if you beat this if I don’t count? You could say you were counting and cheat!”

Chris shook his head at your words as he continued his movements.

“Cheat my lovely girlfriend on a bet this easy? I would never. That’s three.”

It didn’t take long for you to bore of counting. Yes, seeing Chris above you was exciting – enticing, may be the better word – but counting his push-ups quickly grew tiring and you decided to make the challenge a little bit more… difficult.

“27,” you said, as he raised himself up again, a plan quickly forming inside your mind.

“Told you this would be easy,” Chris smirked before lowering himself down, only to lose said smirk the moment your lips pressed against his.

Chris, never one to deny his lover anything, immediately paused, kissing you back. Had you lacked the determination, you would have given in then and there, but alas, you did not and pulled away from his lips.

“No stopping, remember?” The tone of your voice matched the teasing the smile on your lips as you watched Chris’ eyes widen a fraction before narrowing. “Those were the rules.”

With a shake of his head and an amused look in his eyes, he nodded. “Yes, ma’am,”

“Good boy,” it was meant to be a joke, just like how this had started, but the way the breath left his lips and his pupils dilated had you licking your, already moistened, lips and rubbing your thighs together once he lowered himself again and you felt the slight hardness press against you. “29,”

One of your hands moved to grasp at his bicep, feeling the muscle tense during the movements. You couldn’t help it, you just had to squeeze slightly, enjoying the way he shuddered as you kissed him again.

“Baby,” he panted – whether from the exercise or your actions, you weren’t entirely sure – as he raised himself up again. “This isn’t fair,”

“Aw, Chris, baby,” you cooed, lifting your other hand to his cheek, gently caressing the skin while squeezing his bicep again. “I thought this was easy?”

Chris knew you. He knew you far too well and could easily figure out your aim, even if it hadn’t started with those intentions, and he wasn’t about to let you win this game. You couldn’t hold back your smirk as his movements hastened and he began to count himself.

“Oh, are you counti-“ You tried to speak again, only for Chris to silence with his own lips, immediately pulling away to push himself up again and repeat.

Oh, that fucker, you thought to yourself as you watched him smirk at your reaction.

“47,”

You shook your head with a breathless laugh as you removed your hand from his cheek, seemingly placing it back to your side. Chris didn’t think anything of it, simply assuming that it was tiring for you to keep up with his movements. Well, he that was until he felt your fingers squeezing at his bulge as he lowered himself again, hips jolting at the feeling with such a force that he almost lost his balance.

The glare that he gave you did nothing to deter you, however, as you pressed your lips against his again, squeezing both his bicep and bulge, smiling to yourself as he groaned, hands shaking either side of your head.

“F-fifty three,” he grunted out, voice shaking as he desperately tried to maintain his composure. “See, eas-“ His attempt to deflect was cut short by your fingers toying with the buckle of his belt, fiddling to undo it.

Your wrist pressed into his bulge somewhat – purposely on your part, but he didn’t know that – and Chris couldn’t resist the grind of his hips as you unbuckled his belt, pulling it from the loops and discarding it to your right.

With another shaking breath, Chris lowered himself, pausing for a second right above your lips, body pressing against your own slightly.

“If you don’t keep your hands to yourself, you’ll regret throwing that so close to me,”His muttered words were a warning, but you weren’t deterred as you pulled your lower lip between your teeth, watching Chris’ eyes shift to watch.

“But then you’d have to stop and you’d lose, wouldn’t you?” You taunted, releasing your lip and licking where your teeth had been.

He hummed.

“And if I said I didn’t care?” His movements halted once he lowered himself down to you again, breath hitting your lips as you stared up at him.

“Then I’d say you lost with only thirty to g-mmph!”

The harshness of Chris’ kiss took your breath away, eyes slamming shut as you kissed back. You felt him adjust his position, moving to rest on one forearm while he used the other to press his hand to your waist.

Your own hands moved to grip his shoulder and neck, pulling him as close to you as possible, his body warmth seeping through his clothes and warming your bare thighs, leaving you mentally thanking yourself for putting on a skirt this morning.

A moan fell from your lips when Chris’ hand tugged the fabric of your shirt from inside your skirt, pushing his palm underneath and rubbing at the flesh of your waist with a tenderness that the kiss did not possess.

“C-Chris,” your voice was merely a whisper as he forced himself from your lips, breath rushing from his parted lips.

“What is it, sweetheart?” He asked, kissing along your jaw and moving to your neck, giving a slight bite.

You moaned again, the hand that rested on his neck instead moving to grip his hair.

“Use your words,” he said. “C’mon, you weren’t this quiet earlier.”

The hand that rested on your waist moved to your back as you continued his assault on your neck. Rather than answering him, you tugged on his hair, a sharp exhale leaving you as he bucked his hips against you with a quiet curse.

Chris’ lips moved up your neck, along your jaw, and back to your lips while your hands ran from his shoulders, caressing his torso, until you reached his pants, quickly unbuttoning them.

Breaking the kiss, he muttered against your lips.

“If you’re going to do that, then we should probably get off the floor, shouldn’t we?”

With an eager nod, you watched as he rushed to his feet, offering you a hand to help you up. The shake of your head confused him and he watched you as you moved to your knees in front of him, hands gently tugging his pants down until he stepped out of them.

“What are you-“ His question was cut short, ending with a curse falling from his lips when you pressed a light kiss against the fabric that covered his hard cock. “Shit,” he repeated, looking down at you as your fingers toyed at the waistband of his underwear then pulled them down, hand grabbing his cock to bring it to your lips. “Sweetheart, you- ah, shit – you don’t have to,”

His words fell on deaf ears, and a loud groan left his lips, hand quickly tangling itself in your hair as your tongue began circling the tip. His grip on your hair wasn’t tight, nor was it forceful, it just… rested there, as though he couldn’t bare not to touch you, even when your tongue was relentlessly teasing.

“Mmph, shit. C’mon, baby, don’t tease me,”

He groaned again when you hummed, taking him deeper into your mouth while rubbing your thighs together in hopes of gaining some friction.

“Shit, sweetheart, I-ah fuck-“ He stuttered, beginning to caress your hair as he watched his length disappear between your lips. “Baby, your kn- mmph! – your knees must hu- fuck, shit-“ Chris’ concern for you, while sweet, was irrelevant, so you hollowed your cheeks to silence him.

Your hands ran up his thighs, mainly to steady yourself, as your mouth began to take him, tongue licking across his throbbing cock. Chris’ shaking breaths and quiet groans only egged you on as you proceeded to hollow your cheeks again, feeling his thighs tense beneath your hands.

A hum of satisfaction from you had him bucking his hips against your mouth and you felt his free hand grab at one of your own as he muttered out apologies, squeezing your hand while still stroking your hair.

“Please, baby, need to be inside you, please sweetheart,” his desperate pleas, constant pet names, and tense thighs were an obvious sign that he was close and as much as you would have liked him to cum down your throat, you couldn’t deny his need to be inside you; he had always preferred to be inside you when he finished, after all.

He panted as you slowly pulled your lips from him, hand sliding from your hair to wipe away the tears that you hadn’t realised had fallen.

“S’good f’me, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Too good to me,”

You weren’t given a chance to rebuke his claim as he leant down to lift you from the ground, rushing towards the couch, saying that he just can’t make it to your shared bedroom.

Chris’ fingers ran up your thigh, not bothering to remove your skirt or underwear, simply pushing it to the side as his fingers began to press against your folds.

“So wet,” he mumbled against your lips, pressing quick kisses around your face.

You nodded.

“Please, Chris,” you moaned as his thumb circled your clit. “Just fuck me, please.”

Despite the desperate urge to be inside you, Chris paused, pulling back to stare into your eyes.

“Are you sure, sweetheart? I don’t want to hurt you,”

You nodded, hand reaching down to grasp at his cock, tugging.

“I’m sure,” you nodded again, watching him as he nodded, licking his lips then helping your hand guide him to your entrance. “Just need you,”

“Me too,”

You felt, rather than heard, Chris groan into your neck as he slowly sunk into your heat, pressing open mouthed kisses against you. One hand slipped beneath your shirt, pushing your bra away from your breasts and beginning to toy with your nipple while his other hand held his weight above you.

He paused, much to your dismay, once fully inside you, breath stuttering against your skin. Your own hand ran under his shirt, enjoying the way he shuddered at your touch.

“Please move,” you begged, hearing him take a shaky breath before beginning to shift his hips, drawing a quiet moan from your lips.

His movements were slow, even after your pleading.

“’m not gon’ last long after earlier, baby,” he confessed, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he continued his slow movements.

You smiled to yourself – even when he was as desperate as he was, he still considered your pleasure more than his own – and raised your hand to play with his hair.

“It’s okay, Chris. Just need to feel you,”

Chris hummed into your neck again, pulling back slightly before pushing back into you at a quicker pace. You felt his fingers leave your nipple, dragging down your front, down your thighs, until it reached your clit, beginning to circle the sensitive bud again.

Curses fell from his lips as he felt you tighten around his cock, sliding in and out of you with ease. Despite his best attempts at holding back, he was close.

His thumb sped up on your clit, thrust becoming uneven as he panted into your ear.

“I’m close,” he said, a groan leaving his lips as you tightened again. “What do you want me to do?”

“Inside, Chris, please-“ you moaned, wrapping yourself around him to pull his hips even closer. “I’m close too.”

He nodded at your words, thrusting into you as he worked to bring you both to the edge. It didn’t take long, the mix of his deep thrusts and pressure on your clit had you tightening again as your vision blurred and body began to shake with pleasure.

Chris wasn’t fairing much better, voice shaking as he muttered countless I love you’s into your neck when he reached his own climax, hips stuttering as he spiled his release inside you, pressing soft kisses against your neck as he slowed his movements.

You didn’t give him chance to even catch his breath before you spoke up.

“You still lost the challenge, by the way,”

Chris simply shook his head, pulling from your neck to press a sweet kiss against your lips.