Chris Washburn (fireonice) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2019-07-11 17:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | #december 2017, chris, chris x kenzie, kenzie |
Who: Kenzie and Chris
When: late afternoon, Monday, Dec 25th
Where: Juniper to start
Warning: turns NSFW
Status: Part 3, complete
Kenzie didn't mind Chris on the bed, mostly because she figured the pillows would smell like him later and she could bury her face in one. The mental image of it prompted a deep laugh that shook her body but barely made any noise. She took the bottle, bringing it up to her lips, but she had to wait for the laughter to pass before she attempted to take another drink. It tasted even better this time and Kenzie held onto the bottle as she considered his question. "I think maybe it is. Unless you count drinking wine alone and buying lingerie online that even now still has the tags on them." Kenzie looked over at Chris and offered the bottle back. "I had an orgasm in front of you so I s'pose I can say the word lingerie too. That was a weird Christmas. Or maybe just... sad. You know, I'm always fine every other day, with not having a family, or even a relationship. I function better on my own and the job makes it difficult anyway. But stupid holidays make me... I don't know." Kenzie blew a raspberry between her lips. "I need to drink more before I get whiny."
Chris assumed the laugh was because he was funny not some internal thing, so he didn’t question it. His face scrunched up a bit at her story, and he had to agree that it was more sad than weird. Not that he was going to tell her so. Chris accepted the bottle back and shook his head a little. “Holidays are fuckin’ stupid,” he agreed, taking another swig. “So fuck ‘em. But I feel you, Novak. But hey, least we got each other, right? Some partners don’t get along at all.” It was cold comfort, maybe, but it was better than nothing, in Chris’s opinion. He took another nip of whiskey and then offered it back, since Kenzie said she wanted to drink more and all. He eyed her for a moment, a tiny smirk on his face. “You need to wear that lingerie,” he murmured. “You deserve to. And for somebody to give you a better orgasm than some fuckin’ ghost can.”
She took the bottle but held it in her hands rather than drink more. Kenzie had a feeling a few more sips and she might pass out anyway. That, or do something incredibly stupid. She stared at the dark television set until she felt Chris's eyes on her face. A smile played at her lips while she considered him. "You're right. We do have each other and if I was going to be stuck here in this town for an indefinite amount of time, I would rather be with you than anyone else they could have assigned." Kenzie finally took a small pull from the whiskey bottle. She really needed to stop, which told her maybe she was still of sound mind that she could recognize her limits. Except she was also ignoring her brain and rational thinking completely. "That ghost gave me a pretty good orgasm," she added, setting the bottle back in Chris's lap. "But maybe when we finish up and get home I'll try to find a corporeal penis to do the job."
Even though they were drunk, Chris took that as a high compliment, and it made him feel kind of warm in the chest. Kenzie was his favorite partner too, and if he had to be stuck with anybody not-family for this holiday, he was glad it was her. He wrapped his hand around the bottle but didn’t lift it again yet. It was getting heavier and heavier. For some stupid reason his heart started to beat harder at Kenzie’s words, and Chris kept looking at her. She was so beautiful, even messy and drunk, and some thoughts he’d thought before were making more and more sense the more drinks he had. Chris knew he shouldn’t put them into words, but, well ... fuck it, right? “First, ‘corporeal penis’ is an incredible band name,” he murmured. “And two ... how ‘bout mine? I can out-fuck a ghost, no wait time ... s’perfect.” Chris half-smiled a bit, just so he could be joking if she reacted badly to the idea.
Corporeal penis as a band name prompted a quick grin from Kenzie and she giggled deep in her throat over the thought of some band yelling We are Corporeal Penis! to a large crowd of fans. But then she was completely derailed by Chris's suggestion and Kenzie had to take a moment to figure out if she heard him right, or if she was drunker than she thought. "You can... out-fuck a ghost," Kenzie said slowly, her eyes shimmering with amusement now. "How'd you know how a ghost fucks? Are you just... basing it on my orgasm?" Something else occurred to Kenzie and she reached over to pluck the bottle back from Chris's hands because she might need more of it. "Are you saying you want to have sex with me?"
“Well I mean ... that’s the only sexy ghost evidence I really have, so ... yeah,” Chris said with a lopsided grin. He of course didn’t know how Kenzie sounded when she was really getting fucked, so he didn’t know for sure if that had been a great climax, but she’d said it was good, and his male pride said he could do better. Especially with her. He didn’t try to hold onto the bottle, his heart giving a twisty sort of thud. Chris had known he had a crush on Kenzie Novak for a long time, but he’d been good about keeping it on mute for professionalism’s sake. They’d never drank this much together before though, or been trapped in a creepy basement, or had ghost-sex in front of each other, or whatever the hell had happened. He currently couldn’t tell by Kenzie’s face if she approved of that notion or not. Chris rolled up onto his side, smooshing pillows under his head to get more comfortable while he looked at her. “Pretty sure that’s what I’m sayin’, yeah,” he murmured, watching her face. “Is that like, the worst idea ever?”
Kenzie wasn't sure if she approved or not. Her body approved. Her body definitely approved, because Chris was... Chris. They worked well together, but they also bickered, and flirted and got on each other's nerves. He was probably the closest thing she had to a real friend, given the nature of their job, and that was probably incredibly sad, but it was what it was. Kenzie couldn't deny she found him attractive, but she always compartmentalized those feelings from her professional life. And frankly, she had never really considered the possibility that he thought about her in any other capacity but a professional, or friendly, one. But now he was laying on her bed and propositioning her while they were both wasted on whiskey and Kenzie was trying to swim through the liquor haze to come to a rational, and smart answer that they would both feel okay about later. "It's not... the worst idea," Kenzie said after a moment. Her throat was suddenly dry and it felt like her body was pushing aside her brain as the dominant decision maker. "It might be a bad idea... but... not a bad idea too." Did that make any sense? "You don't think it would be weird?"
Bad but not bad was better than all the way bad, right? Kenzie at least didn’t seem disgusted by the proposition. And really ... why shouldn’t they? They were both adults with needs, there was obviously attraction involved, god only knew how long they would be stuck in Point Pleasant, Maine ... “It’s only weird if we make it weird,” Chris said quietly. He firmly believed that they could knock boots and then be cool about it while they were working ... or at least his whiskey-soaked brain believed that, with Kenzie’s cries of pleasure from the basement echoing inside of it. “Let’s find out,” he added, quickly and impulsively. Before he could think better of it, Chris pushed himself up onto his elbow and leaned in, only hesitating for half a second before he kissed her. He kept it soft and chaste at first, more than ready to pull back if Kenzie gave any sign that she didn’t like or want it, but goddammit ... they could talk it to death or they could find out if they actually had any chemistry the right way.
But would they make it weird? It felt like the right thing to do now, but what about later? Things could get awkward and then they would be stuck working together in this town for who knew how long. But what if they were both adults about it and let it just be what it was. Sex didn't have to be complicated. It only got complicated when overthinking got involved. Kenzie deliberately ignored the fact that she was an overthinker. It didn't really matter anyway, because Chris's lips were on hers and suddenly she was totally okay with just finding out. The problem was she wasn't entirely sure how to respond. It felt like she ought to go slow and test the waters, so to speak, but as soon as her brain caught up to the fact that Chris Washburn was in her bed, kissing her, it seemed silly to act like a hormonal teenager who had never been kissed before. Before she knew it she was leaning into Chris, unwilling to break the kiss as she reached past him to clumsily set the bottle of whiskey on the nightstand. And then her hand was curling in his shirt and her lips were parting against his with urgency, her tongue ready to taste his mouth properly. She was a grown ass woman, dammit, and it had been entirely too long since she had kissed a man, and she wanted to do it right. Maybe she wanted to see if he could make her toes curl the way he had in the basement... or rather, the way Ghost Chris had.
Maybe there were some dodgy ethics involved in kissing a drunk colleague after experiencing some weirdness together on a holiday that always made lonely people feel lonelier. But goddammit, Chris was drunk and lonely too, and kissing Kenzie was possibly better than venturing out to find some stranger to hook up with. At least he knew and liked her, right? The running monologue of justification in Chris’s head spun out and went quiet as Kenzie kissed him more insistently, and it was a relief. Drunk and lonely or not, both of them wanted this, that was suddenly obvious. She’d pressed in close to get rid of the bottle, and Chris slipped his arm around her waist to keep her there, holding on a bit tighter than he intended. With the way she was gripping his shirt, he doubted that she would mind. Chris parted his lips, his stomach twisting into happy knots as his tongue came forward to meet Kenzie’s. He let out a harsher breath through his nose, shifting his body in more firmly against her. Chris kissed her deep and hungry, desire overriding all of that good sense that had kept him from doing this for so damn long. Fuck, she tasted good.
Thanks to her job, Kenzie had traveled quite a bit, and not always with Chris. But never once had she gotten drunk with one of her partners. Yes, she had gone out for a drink before, but that was different than chugging half a bottle of whiskey down. It felt like the perfect storm, the whiskey, being in this small, nowhere town in Maine, being lonely on Christmas... being lonely in general. And then there was the fact that it was Chris Washburn kissing her. Had she been there with anyone else, Kenzie would have continued to work through the day, drinking coffee instead of whiskey and probably curling up in bed later to watch whatever holiday-themed movie was on the television. But Chris was the one in her bed, and it was his lips on hers right now and Kenzie was simply helpless to stop it. She didn't really want to either, not when he was holding her against him so tightly, as though he couldn't bear to let go. Releasing his shirt, Kenzie gripped his shoulder, moaning softly into his mouth. He tasted amazing, but then, she knew he would. In her mind, there were flashes of the basement, when she thought Chris was the one kissing her brainless. But it had all happened so fast that Kenzie hadn't had much time to appreciate how his lips made her feel, or rather what she thought was Chris's lips. But this was real, and his tongue sent sparks of arousal through her with heat pooling between her legs. With her heart thumping maddeningly in her chest, Kenzie's fingers lifted to slip around the nape of his neck. "I want to take off your clothes," Kenzie breathed, not caring how abrupt or forward that might sound. The whiskey propelled her bravery and she was pretty sure Chris wasn't going to laugh at her for it.
Chris was far from laughing. That moan of hers felt like it went straight to his cock. Whiskey usually slowed it down some -- he hadn’t ever really had trouble getting hard when he was drunk, it was just a longer process than it usually was -- but tonight he was stiff and aching already in his pants. A first kiss could be a disappointment, Chris had experienced that a few times and it always killed a crush for him really fast, but this one made him feel like his years-long attraction to Kenzie Novak was completely justified. The way she touched him made his heart pound, and those words drew a helpless little grunt out of him. He always enjoyed being stripped, he was pretty proud of his body, but he didn’t think any woman had ever declared her desire to him quite like that. It was a powerful turn on. “Take ‘em off then,” Chris answered breathlessly before he dragged Kenzie’s bottom lip lightly between his teeth. He loosened his grip on her so she could move.
When he more or less gave her permission to do it, there was a moment of expressive giddiness on Kenzie's face, like she had just been given a pretty damn good Christmas present. She just didn't know where to start. It wasn't like she had never undressed a man before but she wanted him completely naked all at once, right now. Licking her lower lip in anticipation, Kenzie reached down to grab the hem of his shirt, pulling it up his body to get it off. She was already fighting the desire to kiss and lick every inch of bare skin revealed to her. She had seen him work out at the gym back home and Kenzie knew he had a damn good body, but having it here in her bed now was a completely different experience for her. As soon as Kenzie managed to get the shirt off of his body, with a bit of help from Chris of course, Kenzie rested her hand against his chest, her fingers splayed wide. His skin was warm and solid and Kenzie could feel muscle beneath her palm. Sighing happily, her hand slid down his body to his pants where she began to work them open. "I just... I think I want to just... lick and bite you everywhere. Maybe not bite everywhere, but god... look at you."
It was finally dawning on Chris that he hadn’t been the only one with an attraction. He and Kenzie had always liked to pick on each other and flirt, but he’d honestly thought she was more annoyed by him than anything. The way she peeled his shirt off said differently. He reminded himself that they were drunk and horny and maybe she was just enthusiastic with everybody she slept with, but something told him that wasn’t it. He tossed his discarded shirt behind him somewhere, his skin already tingling under Kenzie’s touch. Chris half-grinned reflexively at what she said, some more color coming into his cheeks at the same time. His cock flexed in his pants at the gentle tugging from Kenzie’s fingers, but he ignored it at the moment, reaching for the hem of her own shirt to start tugging it up. It wouldn’t work with their arms in the way, but he wanted her clothes off too. “I wanna look at you,” he murmured, dipping in to steal another nibbly kiss from her. Chris was not opposed to licking and nibbling, as long as he wasn’t the only one getting attention.
It took Kenzie a moment or two to catch up to what he was doing because she was so focused on getting his pants undone. But then he was kissing her again and Kenzie was momentarily distracted by the taste of him. She realized then that he was sliding her shirt up her body and Kenzie reluctantly let go of his zipper to lift her arms. He already knew she hadn't been wearing a bra and even sober, Kenzie was never overly insecure about her body. She took care of herself and worked out, aware that staying in shape was part of the job description. Her breasts weren't overly large but they weren't small either. She had always considered herself to be average and she was more than okay with it. With her shirt out of the way, Kenzie reached down to slip her hand into his pants, feeling his erection straining against his boxer briefs. "Help me get these off," she murmured, feeling delightfully dizzy from the alcohol and arousal.
She looked much better than ‘average’ to Chris with her shirt off, but he’d thought that even with it on, so it wasn’t that big of a change. Kenzie had very nice tits though, and his hands were drawn there immediately to cup them, thumbs brushing over her nipples as she dipped her hand into his pants. The pressure against his cock made him groan, and Chris squeezed Kenzie’s breasts before he let go again to give her what she wanted. He rolled onto his back and pushed his pants and boxer briefs down in one go, kicking his legs impatiently to get them all the way off. He felt kind of giddy, like a kid getting naked in front of a girl for the first time, without all that teenage insecurity. Chris had a good sized cock, he’d always thought, girthy and straight and uncut. He’d never had any complaints, at least, though several women had told him he was the first man with foreskin they’d ever been with. ‘Thank my Irish Catholic parents’ was usually his smirky reply, but his parents were the last people Chris wanted to be thinking about at that moment. As he rolled back onto his side, Chris gave himself a squeeze, then reached to pull Kenzie in closer again. “You too,” he breathed, starting to tug at her yoga pants.
She wanted to get Chris's pants off, and she wanted to kiss him and touch him and grope and squeeze. But she also wanted to feel his hands on her some more too because her skin was so hot and tingly where he was cupping her breasts and god, she should have known he would invoke this kind of reaction from her body if this were ever to happen. It was so hard to focus on just one thing when she wanted to do everything. Kenzie wasn't terribly coordinated and she certainly didn't feel as graceful as she usually did during sex. Her hands seemed to be working independently from her brain but as soon as Chris's cock came into view she was completely and utterly mesmerized by it. It was a nice size and she pulled her lower lip between her teeth, already imagining how it would feel inside of her. Suddenly she realized real Chris would definitely fuck her better than ghost Chris, and ghost Chris had done pretty well for himself. It was such a ridiculously silly thought that Kenzie nearly giggled, but she knew for a fact that men did not like anything that sounded remotely like laughter directed at them when they were naked, so she swallowed it down and forced her eyes away from his cock. He was pulling at her yoga pants which gave her something else to focus on. Kenzie was breathing hard as she pushed her yoga pants and panties down her hips and thighs, squirming a bit as she worked them off. Her socks were already gone so she kicked the rest of her clothes away, rolling back toward Chris immediately so she could kiss him again as her hands groped at his body.
The openly hungry way she looked at his cock gave Chris a charged thrill, and he licked his lips through a grin that probably looked a little goofy, so it was probably good she wasn’t looking directly at his face. It didn’t last long, as more of Kenzie’s clothes were coming off, and fuck, there was a lot to look at. And touch, because she was right there against him again really fast. It had been quite a few months since Chris had gotten laid, and he was starting to think it had been even longer for Kenzie. Well, he was going to make sure this was good for her, that was for damn sure. He kissed her back with abandon, pulling her in flush against him as his hand slid down her curves to that ass he’d been admiring for so long. Chris gripped it tight and pushed his hips against hers, then moved his hand to pull her leg up over his thigh. His body felt so ready to be inside of her already, to pin her to the mattress and fuck her stupid, and all of his normal ‘don’t rush it’ sensibilities were muted with alcohol and tension. Fuck inhibitions, right? Who knew when this chance might come again.
It had been a while since a man had kissed her, but it had been even longer since she'd had sex since basement ghost sex so did not count, orgasm or not. Which was a shame, because Kenzie really did enjoy it. She knew she had a reputation at work for being cold, depending on who was offering their opinion of her, but Kenzie merely tried to keep her professional life separate from her personal business. She wasn't doing a very good job of it tonight, but she was too drunk to care. With her leg wrapped around him, Kenzie could feel his cock between their bodies, pressing against her. It seemed to set her already flushed skin ablaze with need and god, why had they waited so long for this? There was a part of her that felt like she was moving too fast, rushing all of this when she wanted to slow down and enjoy his body, kiss him slow and deep and live out those private fantasies she would have in the privacy of her own apartment after working with him. But she just couldn't seem to hold back. Kenzie was completely lost in Chris, in how he was kissing her and how desperately she wanted him in that moment. Kenzies fingers curled in his short hair and she all but squirmed against him in an attempt to get him inside of her. "Please," she murmured against his lips. "I can't wait."
While Chris had grumbled to himself once or twice about Kenzie being an ‘ice queen,’ he knew better. She was sometimes high-strung, but she was a consummate professional, and he’d seen her keep her cool in some genuinely terrifying situations. It made her a good partner. But he learned after working with her for a while that she could be warm and funny too, and now he knew that she could be wildly passionate and incredibly hot. The way she rocked and pressed against his cock sent tingles all through Chris’s body, and he didn’t waste any more time when she said ‘please.’ He nodded, breathless, and slipped a hand between them to take hold of his cock. It took a bit of shifting in their position, but he found the right angle and only rubbed against her for a second before he started pushing inside. She was wet and hot and slowly thrusting into all that tightness made Chris’s eyes roll closed and he groaned deep. He didn’t think for a second about protection or anything like that, he was just desperate to get inside of Kenzie.
It wasn't as quick or hard as what had happened in the basement, but Kenzie found this was so much better. And she really needed to stop comparing Chris to whatever she had hallucinated down there. Her leg tightened around him and if she could have somehow pulled him closer, she would have. A shaky breath mingled with a soft moan of her own as soon as he began to push inside of her and Kenzie's arm shifted down to slip over his side, her short nails pressing into the muscles in his back. The urge was there to move and work up the friction between their bodies but Kenzie was finally feeling like she had the patience to savor this. He was thick and stretched her body in the most delicious way, causing her to tremble lightly against him. Finding his lips with her own again, Kenzie kissed him while she still had the breath to do so, stroking her tongue against his and tilting her hips towards him to draw him in even deeper. Maybe this was all the control they would have for however long this actually lasted, but Kenzie had a feeling she would remember that first, intoxicating slide of his cock inside of her for the rest of her life.
Laying on their sides was comfortable in a way, good for lazy drunken bodies, but Chris already knew he couldn’t stay there long. Not with that hot tightness on his cock, pulling at his instincts to rut as hard and fast as he could. He had it reined in so far, but he didn’t think that would last long. Kenzie’s mouth on his was demanding and perfect, and Chris kissed her back as he kept pushing until he couldn’t get any deeper. The usually-unexposed head of his cock felt incredibly sensitive already, throbbing with pleasure from the feel of Kenzie all around it. He rocked his hips a couple of times and moaned helplessly again. “You feel so fuckin’ good,” Chris slurred to her. He needed more room to move, so he pushed his chest against Kenzie’s to get her to roll back, moving with her and settling his knees between her thighs. Maybe missionary was boring to some, but it kept them close and gave him good leverage to start pounding her when they got to that point. And they would definitely get to that point.
With Chris, Kenzie didn't think any position could be boring. Just having his body close to hers, feeling his cock sliding deep and having his mouth and hands on her skin was incredible. And maybe she was a little partial to missionary at the moment because she could wrap her legs around him and touch him everywhere her hands could reach. Not to mention the fact that she could watch his face until the pleasure got to be too much and she could no longer keep her eyes open. So Kenzie rolled with him without protest, groaning deep at the sudden shift in angles and depth, Her hands gripped his hips roughly before she brought them back up to his face and into his hair to tug his mouth back down to hers. She was already panting but she kissed him as passionately as she could before she needed to breathe again. All semblance of patience was suddenly gone and Kenzie slid one leg around his back, jerking her hips up to meet his. "Fuck me," she breathed, feeling as if she was on the brink of exploding already and she just needed that delicious, extra push from him.
Chris didn’t think he’d felt so wanted in a long time, as much as he could currently think about anything. The way Kenzie grabbed him and kissed him and moved underneath him made him feel like she wanted to crawl inside his skin with him, and that was beyond hot. The whispered words made him groan and his cock flexed inside of her. Chris was feeling short on oxygen, and the kisses he could give her were getting shorter but no less passionate. He wouldn’t make her tell him twice. Chris drew his cock out of her most of the way, then thrust back in harder to start himself off. He had to tear his mouth away from Kenzie’s to pull in a ragged, gasping breath, but he didn’t let himself stop again. He didn’t want to blow too fast, so he couldn’t go at top speed yet, but Chris still thrust hard and quick to give her the fucking she wanted. He hoped in the most primal way that he was doing a better job than whatever hallucination she’d had in the basement ... maybe then she would let them do this again sometime. Chris could already tell that just once wasn’t going to feel like enough.
That was exactly what she wanted and Kenzie arched beneath him, her arms lifting over her head to press her hands against the headboard. Pleasure soared inside of her and Kenzie cried out happily, a blissful smile crossing her face as she gave in to every sensation pulsing through her body. She knew Chris would be amazing in bed. She knew it and she had been right! The drunk, competitive side of her wanted to make sure to tell him how right she had been, but then Chris would know she had thought about this happening and she couldn't give him the satisfaction. Kenzie's hands were back on his body and she wanted to tighten her legs around him as much as she could to keep him deep inside of her, even though she wanted to keep up this pace as long as she could. Or rather, as long as he could. Kenzie moaned loudly again and reared up, biting into the crook of his neck as she did her best to thrust her hips to his, wanting to fuck him as much as he was fucking her. She just couldn't seem to stay still. There was too much of Chris to kiss and touch and bite and god it wasn't going to take long before she exploded, she already knew that much.
A string of breathy curses escaped Chris, all of them sounding much more Boston-accented than his words usually did, caught up in drunk ecstasy as he was. He really hoped Kenzie wasn’t one of those women who took a long time to come, because he was pretty sure he could go off at any second if he let himself. Chris held back on it as best he could, shuddering at the happy sting from Kenzie’s teeth and trying hard not to think about how good it felt when she thrust back at him like that. “Kenz ... god ... fuck,” he panted, all of the muscles in his core tight and thrumming as he worked his hips against her. “Feels ... so good.” All of the noise she was making only spurred him on, and he spread his knees a bit further and gave into the urge to fuck her even harder. The headboard had started to bang against the wall, the bed rocking with their desperate movements, and even that sounded hot to him. Chris started grunting with effort and pleasure as he really started to pound into Kenzie.
She could recall all the nights spent in various hotels and motels around the country, trying to work or sleep and getting incredibly annoyed whenever she happened to be sharing a wall with an overly amorous couple. Kenzie had gone out "for a run" on more than one occasion when the noise got to be too loud or the wall seemed to shake from the headboard. Now she totally understood that those people couldn't help it any more than she and Chris could. Though she was pretty sure the room next to hers was vacant, so that was something and she wouldn't feel the need to awkwardly apologize to whatever guest had the unfortunate luck of being booked in the room next door. Right now all Kenzie could do was keep up with Chris's frenzied pace, crying out with every hard thrust of his cock, clutching every inch of his skin she could get her hands on. Kenzie generally wasn't about to come without stimulating her clit but she could feel it now, the unraveling of intense pleasure deep in her core. She couldn't remember the last time she had been fucked so thoroughly and with this amount of fierceness. Was it because they were drunk and their inhibitions were non-existent? Maybe it was the underlying attraction they both had been feeling for a long time now. Maybe they were just two lonely people who needed to physically connect with another person on a lonely holiday in a strange town. It didn't really matter. All that mattered was that she couldn't stop her orgasm from exploding violently inside of her. She couldn't stop her cries from becoming louder, and longer, or the way Chris's name was ripped from her lips in a strangled sob as she came around him, her nails clutching his hips as her legs tensed and her body shook beneath his.
Chris felt wild, beside himself with animalistic pleasure. He didn’t need to think, he just needed to fuck, and it was bliss to just lose himself in that most primal escape. Kenzie’s cries made him feel like a goddamn porn star and that just served to enhance everything. He didn’t care about neighbors, cleaning staff, that dumb girl from the front desk. He’d forgotten about the basement. The only person in his world was Kenzie, and she sounded like she was having the time of her life. He felt her pussy tighten further around him and get wetter all of the sudden, and he knew her climax was coming. Which was an incredibly satisfying relief, because he knew he couldn’t keep this pace up much longer. It was a matter of intense pleasure instead of bodily stamina, of course. This was all just too fucking good. Chris kept thrusting as Kenzie came undone, unable to even slow down much, because his own climax was seconds behind hers. His motions got a little frantic as his balls felt like they were bursting right before everything let go, and he cried out himself as he slammed into Kenzie’s throbbing body. It felt like it lasted forever and not nearly long enough at the same time, and Chris was left with a tremor in his whole body once he was empty.
Chris's climax only served to heighten her own. Kenzie could have sworn she felt him swell inside of her before he let go and all she could do was ride the wave herself, panting as their bodies strained and slid against each other. She was damp with sweat now and it felt like the best goddamn work out she'd ever had. Eventually, the aftershocks faded and her blood began to cool. Kenzie reluctantly loosened her grip on him and she rested back against the pillow beneath her head, keeping her eyes closed as worked on slowing her breathing again. She wasn't thinking about anything in that moment. Not the fact that she broke her own rule against sleeping or dating colleagues, or the fact that there was no condom involved. Her head was swimming with whiskey and the afterglow of amazing sex and it was like all of her senses revolved around Chris. Her hair felt a bit sticky against her face and Kenzie lifted a hand to brush it away from her forehead and cheek. She was almost afraid to open her eyes and look at him now that the pleasure was fading and the sweat on her body was drying. Were they supposed to talk? Drink more? Shower? The last time she'd had sex had been after a date and they had simply slept all night before she snuck out in the morning. Kenzie wasn't even sure what time it was at the moment.
It had been a long time since Chris had sex with anyone without a condom on, and he felt like he’d forgotten how good it felt to fill a woman up like that. He rested his forehead against Kenzie’s as everything unclenched, getting his own oxygen back and relishing those last tiny shivers of pleasure. His head was spinning now. Chris didn’t want to relax and crush her, but he didn’t feel like he could hold himself up much longer, so he started to move. Pulling his cock out of her drew a tiny groan out of him. Everything still felt super sensitive. Chris didn’t go far, flopping down at Kenzie’s side and pulling a pillow under his head before he slipped his arm around her. His own eyes stayed closed for the most part, the whiskey and the orgasm felt like they’d added a thousand pounds to each lid. All Chris really wanted to do now was pass out and sleep until late the next day. Then maybe wake up and do that again. Fuck.
Kenzie had to physically keep her hands from gripping his back to keep him from rolling away from her. She liked the feel of his weight on her, but she also knew he couldn't stay there forever. As soon as she felt him get comfortable beside her, Kenzie cracked open an eye, glancing over at him. He had his eyes closed too and Kenzie licked her lips, feeling incredibly satisfied and boneless. Studying his profile it occurred to Kenzie that she had just slept with Chris Washburn. He had made her come and now he was naked in her bed. On Christmas. What was she supposed to do now? Snuggle up to him? Leave him be? Offer him a drink or something? Why was this suddenly so difficult? She felt so good and lazy and honestly, it kind of felt like a bad idea to even try talking. Would it be weird if she turned on the television? Her brain was full of doubts and questions while her body just wanted to stretch and relax. She could taste Chris on her lips still, mixed with whiskey and Kenzie felt a soft laugh start to bubble up in her throat. She bit into her lower lip hard enough to try and muffle it, but it was difficult. Kenzie had just gotten two orgasms out of Chris Washburn. Ghost!Chris and Real!Chris and they had both been pretty phenomenal.
Chris was already starting to doze. It was such a typical ‘man’ thing, but his body didn’t give two shits about that. He’d drank, been stressed out by some supernatural basement shit, and then fucked Kenzie like his life depended on it, so now it was time to sleep. The soft sound of Kenzie’s amusement brought him back around somewhat and Chris cracked one blue eye open to look at her. She didn’t look super unhappy or like she wanted to kick him out of the bed or anything, so he was able to dodge all of the overthinking she was currently doing. A tiny smile curled his lips and he closed his eye again. “Jus’ kick me if you want me out,” he murmured fuzzily. He hoped she wouldn’t, because he did not want to get up again until he absolutely had to. And maybe not even then. Maybe they could take another day off to just enjoy whatever this had suddenly become.
Kenzie usually felt fairly energetic after sex, but she didn't think she could get up right now even if the damn place caught on fire. She knew she probably ought to at least go to the bathroom and clean up, but it felt like a lot of work, and the bathroom door was so far. Kenzie thought about scooting in closer to him but finally opted to stay put. He looked like he was about to fall asleep anyway. So she hummed in her throat and closed her eyes. "Not yet. Maybe later." It was still Christmas, and she still didn't want to be alone, so kicking him out of her bedroom wasn't going to happen just yet. Hopefully he didn't snore. With the sweat on her body drying and her blood cooled off, she was starting to get chilly so she shifted and moved around until she could pull the blanket up over her body. There was so much to think about but it suddenly felt like a huge undertaking to even attempt it. If Chris was going to sleep, she could sleep too and hopefully work everything out later.