How to be used Who: Nate and Chrissy When: Morning Where: Chrissy's house NSFW
Since he had some time before meeting up with Rowan, Nate decided to find an interesting way to pass the time. Otherwise he would be lounging around the house bored, and when he got bored, that's generally when he got into trouble. He was flipping through the names on his phone and debated calling Ezra, but he felt like that might take a bit longer than he had and he would have to postpone on Rowan again, which he didn't want to do.
Nate came across Chrissy's name and he smirked for a moment before finally punching in a quick text.
you busy this morning? want to go somewhere? - nate
Chrissy was laying on her bed watching a movie when her phone sounded with a text message. She didn't know who the number belonged to, but upon reading the message, she blinked a little. She hadn't really expected Nate to call her, or rather, text her, but it didn't really matter if she'd expected it or not. She was pleased to be being asked to come out and that worked just fine for her.
Not busy. Where do you wanna go? <3 - Chrissy
Ha. He got one of those cheesy heart things. Maybe this would be too damn easy. Who knew? Nate snickered and sat up in bed, debating his answer before he thumbed in a response and sent it, curious to see how she responded to it.
Somewhere private? - n
Blinking again, Chrissy bit her bottom lip and tried to think of a response that wouldn't sound too much like 'omg hells yeah'. After consideration for a short moment, she typed in her answer.
My parents are working. Come over? - Chrissy
Oookay. Yeah, way too easy. But that was more than fine with Nate. He texted that he'd be there in a few, and he got up from his bed to change into a long sleeved shirt. Once he was finished, he grabbed his keys and headed out. Rarely did he go driving into the nicer areas of town. Usually just being around nice, expensive homes pissed him off for irrational reasons. To Nate, being in those neighborhoods, or around girls like Chrissy, it was like his own version of 'slumming'. But that was okay, since he knew she probably felt the same way.
He found his way there about fifteen minutes later, remembering where she lived when some of his friends had once wanted to write derogatory things on the cheerleaders' houses. They had bypassed Chrissy's house once they realized her parents were awake, but the address was still there in his memory.
Pulling up in front of the house, he got out and looked up at the place before finally heading to her door to knock.
Chrissy had enough time to change into a tanktop and one of her little skirts that could barely be described as a skirt at all. Her hair, as always, was curly and down and she was just finishing putting on a little eyeliner when the knock sounded through the house. She turned off the alarm system and pulled the door open, flashing Nate a little smile. "Hey." she said, motioning for him to enter. "Come in."
Having never been in a house like this before, Nate found he was a little reluctant. But, hands in his pockets, he stepped inside and tried not to look around too much. Instead, he focused on her and the way she was dressed. If you could call it dressed. Did she just hang around the house in that sort of thing? If she did, awesome.
"Hey," he said with a faint grin. "You look nice."
"Thank you." Chrissy said with a little smile. She actually lounged around wearing pajamas and looking less than her best, but she wasn't about to admit that to anyone aside from Day who was just... different. This was Nate and he was older and pretty and god he smelled really good right now. She shut the door behind him and turned the alarm back on once she'd locked the door. Still a bit paranoid after her run in with the blood hunter, she barely ever let the alarm be disarmed. "How're you?"
"Good." He walked a bit further into her house, casting a casual glance around. "Bored," Nate added with a nonchalant shrug before he turned to face her. His lips twitched into a grin as his eyes drifted over her from head to toe. "What about you?"
Chrissy could almost feel the goosebumps sliding over her body as he eyed her like he did. She bit her bottom lip and shrugged a little. "Just watching a movie." she told him. "Do you only decide to call me because you're bored?" she teased.
"Apparently so," Nate replied, knowing it was a shitty answer, but he softened it with a wider smile. "Is that okay? Sounds to me like you might have been bored too, if you were at home just watching a movie." Didn't she have like, three dozen friends? It was surprising to him that she wasn't out shopping, or gossiping about those missing students.
"I was bored." she nodded, ignoring the answer he'd given her. He could play hard to get if he wanted, it really didn't matter to her. If he only wanted to come over because he was bored, so be it. It didn't much matter either way. "So yeah, definitely okay. You wanna watch a movie or something? Or you want a drink or whatever?"
"That depends," Nate said with another grin. "On what you're offering to drink, and what movie you're watching." He didn't really want to watch a movie. He wanted to do other things. Things her parents definitely wouldn't approve of doing. But that could come later. Maybe.
"Well... we have soda and water and juice and there are probably some beers or something in there and mom has a stash of wine. And I was watching a chick flick so I doubt you wanna watch that, but I have other stuff... or we could just... do whatever..." Chrissy shrugged.
Nate nearly said he'd take a beer, but he doubted she would have one with him. "Chick flicks aren't really my thing," he admitted with a small shrug. His eyes stayed on her face, studying her features. "What do you like to do when you get bored? Other than watch movies, I mean."
She shrugged a little. "Depends on who's with me when I get bored." she told him. "If I'm alone, I just kinda hang out. Surf the net, read, talk on the phone... shop if I feel like going out. I guess it really just depends on the mood I'm in." Chrissy said.
With his hands still in his pockets, Nate took a step toward her, his smile turning a bit on the sly side. "What kind of mood are you in now?" he asked, his tone taking on a clearer meaning. He knew what kind of mood he was. He just didn't know if she'd go for it. It was Chrissy Chapman after all.
The goosebumps she thought she felt earlier returned and slid down her legs when he stepped in and spoke to her like that. She tugged her bottom lip with her teeth again and shrugged a little. "What kind of a mood are you in?" Chrissy asked, blue eyes catching his as she gave him a little smile.
"The kind that could probably get me slapped... or in a lot of trouble," Nate admitted, taking another step toward her. Fuck getting in trouble. She was wearing that skirt, wasn't she? He wanted to know what she wore underneath it too. He kept that thought to himself.
She bit her lip harder and had to release it because it hurt. Fuck. Swallowing, Chrissy gave him the tiniest little smile. "You think I'd slap you?" she asked him. "I doubt I'd do that."
Nate stopped when he was in front of her, an inch or so away from being able to press himself flush up against her. She'd have to look up to see his face now, he was so close. "You might. It's hard to keep my thoughts clean when you're dressed like that."
Chrissy's face flushed a little and she let her head tilt enough to look up at him. "Maybe you should tell me some of those dirty thoughts and see what reactions you get." she murmured.
He noted the slight blush on her face, which had his confidence boost a bit, since it was obvious he had the upper hand here. He would have thought a girl like Chrissy would seem more self assured, but he wasn't overly surprised that she wasn't. "Well," Nate said, lifting a hand to slide one of her curls through his fingers. "I can't help but wonder what you're wearing underneath your skirt."
She swallowed and looked down to avoid the eye contact and to try and will her face to stop being such a dark reddish color. He's thinking about your panties. she screamed in her brain. In reality, it was a little white thong with cherries on the tiny bit of fabric in the front, but for now she kept that to herself. "Guess you'd have to see to find out." Chrissy said with a little smile as she finally looked back up at him. Despite the blush, she was feeling just a bit more confident. He wanted her, at least a little, and she wasn't going to pass it up.
Nate grinned before pushing her hair back behind her ear and stroking his fingers alongside her jaw. "Am I making you nervous?" he asked. Her face was pink and she seemed a bit anxious. "I don't want to make you nervous." Though it was kind of fun. She was one of those girls who made fun of him in school. Not her exactly, but he'd known enough Chrissy Chapman's in his life. Pretty, popular. Cheerleader. It was nice being able to affect her in some way.
Chrissy shook her head a little. "No." she told him. "You're not making me nervous." Or maybe he was and she just didn't care that he was. Something along those lines probably.
Nate's fingers slid down her neck to her throat and then along her exposed collarbone. His other hand fell to her hip where he dug in and pulled her up against him. "I think you're lying," he whispered, ducking his head to brush his lips against hers. His hand drifted to where her heart was beating, between her breasts. "Your heart is pounding."
If it hadn't been pounding before, it certainly was now. "M-maybe you are. Just a little." she whispered, making no attempts to move away from the boy. "But it's not a bad nervous." she assured him. No, definitely not a bad nervous at all.
"Good." Since he was already being fairly bold, Nate slid his hand to cup her breast through her tank top, his lips capturing her own again. It was a tenetative kiss at first, soft, since he wanted to gauge her reaction before he did anything else. Girls like Chrissy... you never knew. They could wear skirts like that and be a flirt, but then change their minds when you actually try to touch them. That's where slaps in the face came into play.
Chrissy let out the tiniest little noise against his mouth when his fingers caressed her breast. That little feeling that he was finding a little control slid over her, but she didn't really mind it all that much. She liked having her own control most of the time and even now she knew that most of the control was in her hands because if she didn't want him to touch her, she wouldn't be letting him, but he didn't have to know that, now did he? She didn't stop his hand, however, instead she only tilted her head just a little into the kiss.
That little noise was sexy as hell, and he felt a bit of satisfaction that he could draw it from her. He wondered what else he could make her do. Nate parted her lips and slid his tongue into her mouth, his hand squeezing and caressing her breast with a much firmer grip now. He kept his other hand on her hip, though his fingers had dug into the material of her skirt now.
It was hard to concentrate on as much as she wanted to concentrate on. His fingers at her hip, tightening into her skirt, the hand at her breast, the tongue in her mouth. It was all working together and making her completely insane and Chrissy was trying her damnedest to keep up with it all. He was older, a college boy with more experience than she had and she knew it. Sure she'd been with boys before, but there was this confidence about Nate that most of the others just didn't really possess. Her hands felt useless, so she slid them up his arms and around his neck as she lost herself into that kiss.
She wasn't pushing him away, so that was a good sign. Nate flicked his tongue against Chrissy's, his fingers beginning to squeeze and tweak at the nipple that was pressing through the material of her tank top. Fuck, she was hot. And he wanted her to make that noise again.
He got what he wanted as soon as his fingers found her nipple. Actually he probably got even more than he wanted because the sound was a little louder than the one she'd made before. There she was in the foyer entryway making out with Nate and letting him feel her up. Oh the perks of busy parents. Pushing Nate away was positively the furthest thing from Chrissy's mind. The more he touched her, the more the fire inside of her begged for more. She could almost feel herself heating up from the inside out.
Her mouth was hot and sweet, and he couldn't help but picture it on other parts of his body. Nate kissed her hard before pulling back a bit breathlessly. He opened his eyes to look at her as his hand slipped down to slide underneath her tank top. He rode the material up her stomach to her chest before grinning a touch. He wanted to tell her she had great tits, but that wasn't usually what girls wanted to hear. "You're beautiful," he said instead, his other hand moving around to move over her ass.
While he might not have said the words he was thinking, Chrissy was almost certain that the words he did say translated to something along those lines. She didn't really care though because his hand was under her shirt and his fingers were warm as they slid over her skin. And beautiful? Hearing that word made her whole body tingle, especially when it came from a hot guy. She had issues with herself that she constantly tried to play down. She wanted to be thinner, prettier and when someone said that she was beautiful, well it made her whole body almost shudder with delight. "Thank you..." she whispered in response. Her eyes fixed on his, watching them for some sign of what he wanted next. She bit her bottom lip when his palm cupped her ass over her skirt, tugging the bit of flesh teasingly. She wanted to invite him upstairs, but she wasn't sure she could even voice the words when he was touching her like that.
"Where's your bedroom?" Nate asked, eyes locked upon hers as his hand squeezed her ass again. He wanted to do things to her, but not if there was a possibility of her parents walking in. Though that was kind of exciting at the same time. She had to know why he came over, and she certainly hadn't seemed to mind that he was there for that reason.
"Upstairs." she told him, eyes flicking to the staircase and then back to him. It was then that she pulled away from him and ascended those stairs, heading in the direction of said bedroom. She knew he'd follow. Especially when from the angle he was standing, he got a direct view straight up the back of that tiny little skirt.
Nate followed, his eyes directly on her ass. She was wearing a thong, apparently. The sight of which brought a tiny smirk to his face. He didn't say anything else until they were in her bedroom. If you would have told him he'd be standing in Chrissy Chapman's bedroom a week ago, he would have laughed his ass off. Now he was there, and she was willing, and he found he wanted to touch her again.
Chrissy could feel his eyes on her and she didn't mind it. Not at all. In fact, she would have loved to have his eyes on her all the time if it were possible. She let him come into her bedroom, then shut and locked the door, just in case, though she knew her parents wouldn't be home for hours. He television had a movie on, but it was paused and she paid no attention to it. The room itself was girly and very Chrissy Chapman. She wondered what he was thinking about, wanted to hear the words rushing through his head. She was a little nervous, but she tried her best not to let that show.
The room was girly, but he hadn't really expected anything less. And he didn't really care. It wasn't like he was going to be spending a lot of time there. Nate walked over to her, his hands immediately going for the hem of her tank top. He tugged it up and off of her head swiftly before ducking down to kiss her again. A harder, more intense kiss than before. He was done playing games when he knew she wanted it as bad as he did.
She was surprised just slightly by the urgency of his movements, the speed with which he pulled her shirt off with, but really Chrissy couldn't deny that everything he was doing was everything she had been pretty much begging for. The harder kiss had goosebumps sliding over her now exposed skin. Chrissy arched her body against him, her chest pressed to his. The bra she wore was cotton and matched her thong, and though it wasn't nearly as sexy as she might have wished it could have been, she doubted that Nate would care. Besides, it wasn't likely to be on for much longer anyway.
He really didn't care. Nate enjoyed sexy underwear as much as the next guy, but it came off so quickly most of the time, he had no real preference for it. He bit at her lower lip, his hands coming around to her back when she pressed against him. He unhooked her bra was ease and stepped back from her to yank it off completely. And then he turned her to push her back toward her bed. She did have great tits.
A tiny part of her wanted to fight for the upper hand, but the fire between her thighs refused to let her argue with him what so ever about who was in control. She moved back to the bed, kicking her flip flops off in the process and sat on the edge of it, pushing the remote off the mattress and letting it clunk to the floor. She felt a little exposed in just her skirt, but she doubted he was thinking bad things about her. Her chest rose and fell with the shallow breaths she was taking and her eyes stayed on his face, awaiting his next move.
Nate grinned, and it seemed she was pretty much willing to do whatever he wanted. He nearly pulled his shirt off, but he remembered all the scars on his body, so he left it on for now. There was no reason to freak her out before he got a taste of anything. Instead he toed off his shoes and walked over to push her back onto the mattress. He leaned over her and immediately went for a breast, tugging one beautiful nipple between his teeth. He wanted to have her writhing and begging by the time he was done with her.
And there was that noise again. The one that started from somewhere so deep within her, Chrissy had never even heard it before. Her toes curled and she arched her chest against that warm, wet sensation. Her fingers immediately slid into his hair and tightened around the strands, tugging just a little, but definitely not wishing him to stop. She wanted him to be shirtless too, but that would involve him stopping, so for now she ignored the urges to tug at his t-shirt.
Goddamn, he hadn't thought it would be this easy. Did she sleep with every guy who gave her five minutes of attention? Somehow he doubted that he was just special. Nate smirked a bit against her breast before biting her nipple a bit rougher. He didn't really thinks he'd mind it all that much. One hand slid down to her hip, and then lower to dip beneath her skirt and run along the outside of her thigh.
Chrissy didn't sleep with every guy that showed her attention. Most of them didn't think they could get her to, but that was besides the point. Some boys attention was harder to keep and Nate was turning out to be one of those. She couldn't help but wonder if he'd disappear after he got what she wanted. Most of her was certain that he would and she swallowed air trying her best to shove that thought from her mind. She knew he didn't really like her. Not like she might have wanted someone to, but she couldn't just back out of it now. She shivered a little, and tensed when his hand dipped beneath her skirt and brushed over her thigh. She very nearly cried out when he bit her nipple like he did, but she bit her bottom lip to stifle the noise.
He didn't pull his mouth away from her breast, but he lifted his gaze to her face when he heard the noise muffled behind her lips. She didn't ask him to stop, so he didn't. He sucked and bit hard enough that he was sure she'd have marks on her later. That was fine with him. Nate gave her nipple one last tug with his teeth before he leaned back and got to taking her skirt off. She seemed to be okay letting him do what he wanted, like she was just a prop to play with. And she kind of was. Nate tugged her skirt down her hips to her thighs, grinning when he saw her panties. He was betting that they were soaked through already.
She swallowed when he pulled her skirt down and watched as he tossed it aside. Her panties were thoroughly drenched and she couldn't help but feel a little self conscious with him so close to her lady parts. Chrissy's eyes stayed on his face, watched the reactions that moved across his features closely. She wondered what he was thinking. Wished that he'd talk or something so she'd know, but she just kept quiet and still for him. She felt a little slutty, surely. She didn't really know him and here she was splayed out in just her panties for him to see. He hadn't even discarded his shirt yet. Telling him to stop though, wasn't going to happen. He'd tell everyone she was a freak, or a tease. She didn't want that.
Nate dropped her skirt to the floor before he laid down beside her, his hand splayed out on her flat stomach. His eyes found hers, and he wondered what she was thinking. She wasn't saying much, or even making any real moves to touch him back. Maybe she didn't want to. But she really didn't seem to mind him touching her, and if she did, she wasn't telling him so. Nate thought about kissing her, but instead he simply watched her face while his hand moved down her stomach to dip beneath the elastic of her panties to touch her intimately between her thighs. She was so wet that he was able to stroke her slick nub easily before slipping a finger inside of her.
She gasped when he touched her like that, her lips parting with the noise and her hips arching against his palm. She wanted him to touch her, but didn't at the same time. She was at war with herself and wasn't really sure which side was winning. She bit down hard on her bottom lip to stifle the noises that continued to slip free. Chrissy's eyes caught his and she let them focus there, on his face and the way he was watching her.
His lips twitched again, and he began to stroke his finger in and out of her, enjoying the flickers of pleasure in her eyes. "Do you like that?" he asked finally, his voice hoarse as he watched her. She felt so... stiff wasn't really the word. But maybe... unsure. Like she was doing this because he wanted her to, not because she wanted to. He didn't really know. But he wasn't going to stop until she made him.
Chrissy nodded a little but didn't say anything at first. She knew she needed to say something, needed to reciprocate, make him feel like she wanted this. And she did want this. Of course she wanted this. He felt so good and she wanted him so badly, so she pushed down her uncertainty and leaned up enough to kiss him.
Nate caught her lips with his, kissing her hard as he fingered her. It was fucking hot, but a detached part of him found the entire situation amusing. He had Chrissy, in her pink room, on her bed in her little white cherry thong letting him do whatever he wanted to her. Goddamn. Nate pulled his finger from her and slid it over her clit again, massaging the nub with firm, almost harsh strokes.
She gasped against his lips and pressed her thighs together, trapping his hand between them and rolling her hips against his captive fingers. He was almost rough with her it seemed, but the fact that Chrissy was enjoying every second, every little flicker of his fingers against her had her body heating up and that urge to be in charge pushing to the front of her mind. Her hand slid down his chest and over the fastenings of his pants, grasping him through the denim and pulling her lips from his enough that she could catch his eyes again. She wanted to gauge his reaction to her switching up her game. Wanted to pull from him what he might want her to do next.
His eyes darkened with arousal at the feel of her hand against his jeans and he looked at her, a shallow breath escaping his lips. He pulled his fingers from her and slipped his hand out of her panties. He shifted until he was able to pull the thong down and off until she was completely naked on her bed. And he was still fully clothed, which was all part of having the power. He still didn't want to take his shirt off. He knew she'd stare, so he focused on unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans to take off. He had a condom in his wallet, which he fully intended on using.
Chrissy hadn't even gotten as far as to think about condoms, but she was glad that he was. She bit her bottom lip as she watched him jerk her thong down and she felt a little bare, flush sliding down her cheeks and over her breasts. Chrissy was certain her whole body might light up with the redness, but she was far too focused on watching him unbuttoning his jeans.
"I hadn't really thought you were the shy type," Nate told her with a soft chuckle. He had always imagined Chrissy as being sort of a take charge type. Even... passionate? Was that the right word? All she seemed to know how to do was blush and nod and stare. God, he hoped she wasn't a virgin. He discarded his jeans and with only the briefest of hesitation, finally tugged his shirt up and over his head. His scars were pretty abundant, but he had no scabs or healing wounds now, but for the one on the small of his back, and she wouldn't be seeing that.
"I'm not shy..." she told him, shaking her head a little and shifting up onto her elbows as she watched him pull his shirt up and over his head. She couldn't help but let her eyes roam across his body and there was that confusion that couldn't be masked. He had a lot of scars and she wanted to ask him where they wall came from, her mind already formulating it's own conclusions. Chrissy blinked a little and finally allowed her eyes to find his again. Part of her felt a little bad that she'd stared, but how could she not? "Are you gonna just stand there, are you coming to come here so I can kiss you again?"
She had stared, but that was okay, he supposed. Though a part of him wanted to get annoyed, he felt he was used to it by now. It came with the territory, and he didn't really care at the moment. Nate dropped his shirt and moved back onto the bed, clad only in his boxers now. He laid on top of her and kissed her, his erection evident and pressed against her stomach now.
Her body was small compared to his. While she was around 5'7", her frame definitely didn't match her height. She was barely over a hundred pounds, if that. He was firm against her, warm and hard in all the right places and Chrissy arched her body against his. Fingertips slid over his skin, not pausing at the scars and wrapped around him through his boxers, grasping him firmly. "You're so hard..." she whispered against his lips, capturing his lower one and lightly suckling it into her mouth.
He smiled against her lips, pressing into her hand when she touched him. "And you're so wet," he countered, using his knee to push her thighs apart until he was settled directly between her legs. She was definitely a small girl, but he didn't want to tell her she needed to eat more. Girls were weird about their weight, regardless of what you said to them.
"Not my fault." she whispered, kissing him again. "If you didn't want me wet, you wouldn't be touching me like that." Chrissy breathed, nipping at his bottom lip and running her fingertips along the underside of his cock through his boxers. "Do you have anything?" she asked him, her logical mind finally catching up to what they were about to do when he settled between her thighs.
"True," he replied with a chuckle. Pleasure raced through his spine when she touched his cock through the material of his boxers and he almost couldn't comprehend what she meant when she asked her question. Looking up, he realized she meant protection and he reached out to dig into the back pocket of his jeans before snatching his wallet out. He rolled off of Chrissy, opened his wallet and pulled out the condom before looking at her. "Turn over on your stomach."
Chrissy's surprise at his request was clear on her face and she opened her mouth to ask him why, but no words came out. She didn't want to put herself in that vulnerable a position, but she closed her mouth again and did as he told her to do. She'd see why he wanted her in this position after a moment or two and if she didn't like his intentions, she'd be damned if she stayed this way.
Nate watched the surprised on her face, but grinned when she listened to him rather than argued. He didn't know what she was looking for, but he knew what he wanted. He liked it this way, and a smaller part of him - one he rarely acknowledged - knew she couldn't look at, or feel, the scars on his body. He got out of his boxers and opened the condom, swiftly sliding it on before he crawled over her. He bent down to brush her hair from her shoulder, kissing it gently before he shifted and picked up her hips to lift her up to her knees. Reaching between them, he gripped his erection and pushed himself slowly inside of her.
She swallowed when he pushed inside of her, her fingers grasping at the blankets, tightening around the comforter and biting so hard into her bottom lip she was certain she might have drawn blood. He was going slow, but it didn't mean it didn't hurt just a little to have him spreading her over him like he was. A whimper escaped Chrissy's lips and she forced her muscles to stop tightening around him.
He took his time, since she kept tightening around him, and he gripped her hips hard, keeping her from pulling away. Maybe she just hadn't done this in awhile or something. She was hot and wet around him and Nate finally pushed himself completely inside of her, groaning as her heat surrounded him. Fuck, but that felt good.
Yeah, it'd been a while, definitely. His fingers on her hips were digging into her flesh and she was pretty certain that there would be marks if he kept it up, but Chrissy hardly minded. The sounds he made served to poke at the embers inside of her, stirring them up and sending the fire rushing through her veins. She tilted her head to look at him over her shoulder, golden curls falling over the curve of her neck. She wanted to watch him, see him move, or maybe just see the look on his face because that was probably the sexiest thing of them all. She finally released her bottom lip and let out a ragged breath. Tightening her muscles, purposely this time, she pushed back a little against him.
Nate didn't wait any longer. Once she relaxed, Nate began to thrust inside of her, his eyes locked upon her face once she looked behind her shoulder at him. She felt fantastic, and it didn't take long before his eyes closed and he started to lose himself in the quick, hard rhythm he'd established.
The noises she made surely told him she liked what he was doing, how he felt and definitely the way he looked as he pressed inside of her over and over again. Little whimpers at each thrust, moans that praised his movements. "Fuck..." she whispered, her toes curling a little at a particularly good thrust. "God, Nate..." Chrissy cried out, tilting her face down to muffle her own cries.
He smirked between his harsh breaths, satisifed at her reaction. His hands slid down over her ass and up to the small of her back. He was fucking Chrissy Chapman. Wasn't that some shit? Leaning over her, he reached beneath her and squeezed one breast, his teeth nipping harshly at her shoulder. He wasn't being gentle, he knew that, but Nate rarely was when it came to sex. Sometimes girls liked it, sometimes they complained. Loudly. He didn't really care either way. "So tight," he whispered against her ear. "Fuck, you feel good."
He wasn't being gentle, that was for sure, but she was too tied up in the intensity of it all to complain. The way he grabbed her and bit her and just did as he pleased with her was spectacular and she wanted more of it. "P-pull my hair." she told him. She wanted to feel a little more of that pain mixed with pleasure. "P-please." Chrissy pleaded, glancing once more over her shoulder and up at him since he was so damn close. She managed to get her lips to his, though it was difficult from this angle.
Holy fuck, that was hot. Nate thought for sure he was going to go off just at her request alone. Licking his lips, he leaned over and pressed his lips to hers in a brief kiss before he leaned back and grabbed her hair. Twirling the strands around his fingers, he tugged hard, snapping her head back as he quickened his pace. The girl liked it rough. Fucking A.
Chrissy cried out when he jerked her head back, but that was what she wanted. Her back arched and he could hit her even more deeply than he had been. "Christ." she whispered, fingers digging into the blankets. She was certain if he kept it up she'd break a nail off in her comforter. "Harder..." she breathed, both for the hair pulling and for the thrusts he was making against her. "Fuck me..."
Whatever apprehensions Chrissy seemed to have been having when Nate came over, she definitely didn't seem to be having them now. Nate complied with her request, and thrust himself into her harder, his grip on her hair never letting up. Nate's eyes closed and he groaned, clenching his jaw as he concentrated solely on this.
She usually didn't get as much roughness as she wanted. She was partly afraid to ask for that during a romp with whoever she might end up with, but Nate seemed to respond to it well and he gave her everything she asked for. "Fuck," Chrissy whispered, her muscles clenching around him as he thrust into her. "J-just like that... ah... god..." she groaned, biting her bottom lip and lightly tugging her head a little to get a bit more of that tightening sensation against her scalp.
When she tugged her head a bit, Nate tightened his fingers and pulled her hair back again, knowing it would probably hurt her. His hand came back around and slipped beneath her, between her thighs to play with her slick nub as he plunged deeper and harder into her body. "Fuck," he groaned, slamming into her now and feeling that familiar tightening in his groin. He had thought she might be boring in bed, but hell no... sh ewas exactly what he'd been looking for.
It did hurt and he got a little pained cry in response, but she didn't make him let up. How could she when he was rubbing at her clit like that? "Oh, fuck, Nate..." she groaned out, shifting from her hands to her elbows and down until her face pressed against the mattress. Her hand slipped down to cover his at her clit and she tried her best to push back against his movements. "I'm gonna... g-gonna come..." Chrissy breathed.
"Come for me," Nate demanded hoarsely, pinching her clit as he tugged her hair again. He was getting close himself, but he didn't want to go off until she did. She was so fucking hot... she was wet and tight... holy fuck, it was hard not to just rut against her until he exploded.
Like Chrissy could argue with that demand. Mere seconds after her commanded her to come, she did, gasping out and letting out a sharp cry as she was taken out by that wave of pleasure. Stars burst behind her eyelids as she squeezed her eyes shut. Her body clenching and unclenching around him and practically trapping him inside of her.
The feel of her body pulsing around him pushed him over the edge. Nate tensed over her, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he felt pleasure shiver through his spine. His grip loosened on her hair and he fell over her, his hand placed on the mattress to keep himself from collapsing completely.
Her breathing was shaky at best as Chrissy tried to collect herself. Her heart thudding violently in her chest and her whole body aching with pleasure and the slightest mix of pain along with it. "God..." she whispered against the mattress once she'd found her voice again.
Nate pulled out of her, balancing himself on his arm as he rolled away. He got up from the bed to discard of the condom, wandering around until he found a small wastebasket. He hoped she'd throw out her trash before her mom did. Returning to the bed, Nate sat and then fell onto his back, his hand resting on his chest as he started to regain his breathing. "Yeah," he murmured with a soft chuckle, his eyes focused on the ceiling above him.
It took a long time for Chrissy to look over at him, slowly slipping down from her knees to lying flat on her stomach. She wondered if he thought she was a bit of a freak after all that. After the hair pulling and everything, but she didn't ask him. She wanted to know how it was for him, what he thought about her, but then he'd think the worst and probably flee for her being too clingy or concerned or something. "Bet you never thought you'd get that kind of a ride from Chrissy Chapman." she said instead. Confidence was key.
Nate cocked an eyebrow and turned his head to look at her. He stared for a moment before smirking. "I think I'm the one that gave you a ride this time," he said simply. God, at least she wasn't asking 'was that okay?' like some girls did. He went back to staring at the ceiling. She was right though. He never thought he'd actually fuck a girl like her. He was feeling something akin to smug triumph for doing what none of his friends would ever be able to do.
That got a little smile from her and she nodded a little. "Guess you did." Chrissy said. "Next time I'll have to repay the favor. I'm sure you'll be amused with the way I ride." she said, lightly tugging her bottom lip between her teeth. "God, I'm gonna be so sore..." she breathed, closing her eyes for a moment.
Nate cocked an eyebrow again, but he didn't look at her. 'Next time'. He hadn't really planned on there being a next time. But... fuck if he was going to say no, right? He just wouldn't go around telling people he knew. And he highly doubted she would be telling people. He didn't apologize when she said she'd be sore. She had asked for it after all. Instead he grunted a soft response and rubbed his hands over his face before he sat up and looked over at her. "Why do you think I'd be amused?"
Chrissy wasn't planning on telling anyone anything. At least not about this. They could draw their own assumptions from seeing the boy entering or leaving her house, but for now, it was just nice to have someone to give her what she asked for for once. "I just think you would." she smiled, rolling over onto her side and propping her head on one hand. "I know you think I'm gorgeous, I'm sure you'd be amused with anything I might want to do to you."
He grinned, not surprised by her lack of modesty. She was gorgeous. But he wasn't about to admit that. "Yeah. I guess we'll have to see, won't we?" Nate slipped off the bed to grab his boxer shorts and pull them on. He'd gotten what he wanted, but now he wanted to cover himself up. Or at least the scars. "Anytime you feel up to it, you know my number."
She smiled a little at that and nodded. She did now know his number after all. She'd have to remember to program it into her phone. "I do." she nodded, watching him get up from the bed and grab his boxers. She wondered if he felt uncomfortable being exposed like he was. His scars showing and all. She still wanted to ask him about them, but he quite obviously didn't want to talk about the scars, so she just kept her thoughts to herself. For now at least. She wasn't wanting to run him off just yet. She got up from the bed, a tiniest bit of discomfort hitting her as she walked over to her dresser to find herself a clean pair of panties. She hoped he didn't notice, but with the way Chrissy practically limped over to the dresser, it wasn't hard to deduce he'd given her a little bit of a walking problem.
It wasn't that Nate was uncomfortable with his scars showing, he just didn't want questions. And if she'd asked, he'd have to tell her to mind her own business, and wouldn't that just ruin the after glow? Heh. He was tugging on his jeans when he saw her move to her dresser. He smirked a touch at the slight limp. It helped his ego, of course, though it probably shouldn't. She'd enjoyed every last second of it, he knew that much. Including the pain. Grabbing his shirt, Nate pulled it on over his head. He didn't really have much to say... he wasn't a cuddle after sex kind of guy. And he didn't think they had enough in common to hold a real conversation.
Pulling her panties on and grabbing a bra, Chrissy fastened it and went to her closet to find a pair of jeans to slip on. Stuffing her legs into the denim, she glanced up at him. "Want that drink now?" she asked him. "I think I need one after all that." Something strong, definitely. If she smoked, she'd need a cigarette too. Hell, she might need one even though she didn't smoke.
"Uh..." Nate sat on her bed to pull on his sneakers. "Nah... but thanks. I've got company coming over soon... so I should be going." He looked up at her from tying his shoe and grinned. "Maybe next time."
"Okay." she said, turning back into her closet so he couldn't see the disappointed look on her face. "That's cool." Chrissy said, faking a good mood for her own sake as she pulled a shirt on. "Well I'm glad you came over." she told him. "You know you can call me if you feel like hanging out again."
With his last shoe tied, Nate stood and nodded. "Sure... thanks. Glad I came over too." He thought about walking over to kiss her goodbye, but he felt kind of awkward doing that, so instead he ran a hand through his hair and walked to her door to exit. "See ya, Chrissy."
She let him go and once she was certain he was down the stairs, she let the frown take over her face. She felt a little like she'd just been used, because she probably had, but she couldn't let him think that she felt that way. Hearing the door close behind him, she headed down the stairs and reset the alarm and locked the door. "The things you do to make people like you." she muttered to herself. While she might have wanted it at the time, she wasn't sure she did anymore.