Scars

Twenty

Smut warning... again... still uncomfortable.... still sorry about this

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"Nat, you did an amazing job with the party the other night," Brian smiled as he placed a pizza on the bar in front of me.

"Thank you, it was a lot fun for me to put together," I returned the smile.

"That's good to hear, because I spoke to Mr. Scott and after the glowing review our VIP left on your behalf, we agree," Brian laughed.

"Agree about what?" I asked.

"I am promoting you to be our company event coordinator," Brian smiled, "so you'll be doing your normal job and then when we have VIP parties, the VIPs will meet with you instead of me and you do what you did for the party the other night."

"Thank you," I smiled before I pulled Brian into a hug.

"You're welcome, you work hard. And you are going to do great in this position," Brian assured, "you're an asset to this place Nat, no matter if Mr. Scott makes you believe otherwise."

"I gotta go," I smiled, "I uh... I have to go...."

"Tell your boyfriend?" Brian asked.

"Yeah," I admit, "am I crazy?"

"No," Brian laughed, "Nat, you're falling in love. It's written all over your face when you're thinking about him and when you're talking to him. You should fall in love. You deserve to fall in love."

"I do?" I asked.

"Of course you do," Brian nodded, "you're a good person Nat and you deserve a good guy. Chris is a good guy."

"Thank you," I smiled before I grabbed my phone and jogged out of the club and to my car.

I drove over to Chris' house, unable to get rid of the stupid smile on my face. When I parked my car in his driveway, I could see a light on in his living room. Excitedly, I jogged up to his front door and knocked. Within a few moments, Chris swung open the door and smiled at me.

"My girl," Chris smiled as he wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me tightly.

"I have some news," I smiled when his grip loosened around my waist.

We walked into his living room and took a seat on the couch, sitting close to each other. Chris looked at me happily, waited for me to tell him my news.

"I got promoted," I smiled, "I am now the event coordinator for the company."

"That's amazing!" Chris cheered, "Natalina, I'm so happy for you."

"Thank you," I smiled, "apparently Jimmy left some dazzling comments about me after your party."

"Jimmy and I, actually," Chris smiled.

"You're too much, you know that," I laughed.

"No, I am trying to be just enough for what you deserve," Chris corrected as he leaned in to kiss me.

"You are so much more than just enough, Christopher," I whispered as I ran my fingers through his hair.

"I'm trying," Chris smiled.

"You don't have to try, you just are."

"I'm crazy about you Natalina," Chris placed a kiss against my neck.

"Christopher," I smirked as I felt his fingers began to trace up the inside of my bare thigh.

"Yes?" he sang.

"What are you up to?" I asked.

"I am up to nothing, but I could be," Chris smirked as he pushed us back so I was laying down with him above me.

Chris leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. Kissing him is like a dream, making me just melt under his touch. His fingertips trailed down my side to the back of my thigh, igniting each and every nerve in my body.

I pushed my fingers into his hair, pulling gently every now and again.

"You make me think very dirty thoughts, Natalina," Chris smirked as he broke away from our kiss.

"What kind of thoughts?" I asked.

"I could tell you," Chris placed a kiss again my thigh, "or I could show you."

I bit my lower lip to prevent myself from responding to what Chris was doing. I wouldn't be able to stay silent for long, but I could for now. He grabbed the button of my skirt and began to take it off. He soon realized that I wasn't wearing anything underneath.

"Be nice to me," I almost whined.

"Does nice mean I can't do naughty things to you, Natalina?"

"You better do naughty things to me, Christopher, just be nice," I smirked.

His hands played with me, teasing my nerves and setting off sensations. It felt like I had never been touched before. I mean I kind of hadn't. I had been with James, but that was years ago. It had been almost four years since I had been touched, especially like this.

He removed his jeans and set himself up to enter me quickly, needy. He wrapped his arm around my waist, holding my chest close to his. I wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to get more of him, to feel more of him.

He varied his strokes from fast and short to long and deep and my mind was reeling at how fucking amazing I felt in this moment with him. The sensation of physical pleasure mixed with knowing how much I loved him, the feeling was surreal. I had never been in love like this before.

I connected my lips to Chris' neck, nipping and sucking on his skin, earning more moans and groans from him, marking my territory.

His hand trailed up my leg and over my ass, pressing his fingertips into the skin on my hip as he pounded into me.

"Oh my fuck, Chris," I moaned loudly, withering with pleasure and feeling myself quickly reach my peak.

My moans set him off, making him go harder and harder as I panted and dug my nails into the skin on his back and shoulders.

The contractions of my climax only triggered him to give a few more thrusts until he came undone and twitched inside of me. Panting, both of us a complete sweaty mess, I unwrapped my legs from his waist and he pulled out of me. We were both out of breath as he laid back on the couch and I rested my head on his chest.

As my panting slowed, I looked up to his beautiful face and lightly traced my fingers over his jaw.

"You are so beautiful," Chris smiled as he ran his fingers through my hair.

"I'm sorry for scratching you," I giggled at the sight of the red marks on his upper body.

"Don't be," Chris smiled, "I liked it."

He pressed his lips to mine, kissing me sweetly before he pulled a blanket over both of us, holding me closely to him. I wasn't tired, not even close, but I could have fallen into the best sleep of my life in that moment.

We heard the sound of Chris' front door opening, making both of us groan in annoyance. Neither of us moved, just hugged the blanket tighter to ourselves.

"Chris!" Chandler called.

I rolled over and Chris wrapped his around my tightly. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see Chandler's stupid smirking face. I heard Chandler walk into the room, but he didn't say anything. Instead, I felt another blanket get placed on top of us before Chandler left. We heard the front door shut and Chris kissed the top of my head before moving my hair to expose my neck and placed a kiss there too.