Page 25 of Unruly Kris

Cath laid back against the table, wincing as she felt the sharp crunch of broken candy on the skin of her back, and rubbed herself against his face as he began to stroke her with his tongue. Her whole body was flush, her breath coming in hitches as he began to gently suck on her clit, alternating between focusing his attention on the sensitive nub and deep strokes of his tongue. She closed her eyes, rolling her hips as he spread his hands out wide on her thighs to hold her in place and stop her from pushing too far off the table. He changed tempos, taking one of her hands and pressing it to her clit so she could touch herself while he slid lower, fucking her with his tongue as she felt her impending orgasm start to build, stronger and stronger. She could feel it winding low in her stomach as pleasure, raw and intense, flooded through her.

Opening her eyes briefly, she caught a view of his head between her legs, and the sight of him, lost in loving her, made her heart skip a beat. An instant later her orgasm slammed into her, white hot and electrifying, and she felt her whole body go taunt. Current after current of pleasure coiled through her and her vision went static as she ground herself against him, feeling her legs begin to shake as she let out a soft moan and finally went limp.

Immediately Kris moved up her body, kissing along the skin as he helped her sit up. He wound her arms around his neck and kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips and tongue. As he pulled her close, she could feel his cock, hard against her and she ground herself off him, feeling his body respond as pleasure shot through him. He broke away from her lips, kissing up from the skin on her neck until he reached her ear and then grasped the lobe between his teeth for a moment, nipping the skin and drawing a sharp breath from her.

He leaned in close to her ear, tickling the skin and whispered two words, his voice thick with emotion and lust. “Green light.”

Cath pulled back, searching his face, and even through what was left of the alcoholic haze in her system, she could tell he was speaking the truth. Suddenly, and with the clarity that often only came with drinking copious amounts of booze, she realized that was what he had been trying to tell her in the grocery store, that the doctor had given him the “green light” for them to do more than just fooling around. Inwardly she groaned; leave it tohimto play a game to try and tell her that they could finally have sex and leave toherto get so wrapped up in getting a task done that she missed the subtlety completely. She let her hands drop from his neck, reaching down to stroke his cock through the fabric of the workout pants he was wearing as he rested his face on her shoulder. With nimble hands, she reached up, grabbed the waistband and began to work them down until his cock sprang free, then pushed them lower until he got the message and stepped out of them, kicking the pants aside easily.

“Are you sure?” She teased, trying to sound innocent, even as she began to stroke up and down his cock. “I mean we could wait a few more weeks until we’re really sure you’re healed…”

“Woman, you are going to be the death of me.” He ground out, thrusting into her hand with a gasp.

With an uncharacteristic grin Cath slipped off the table and began to inch her way towards the door. “And I mean, we do have a movie to finish watching…”

She darted towards the doorway, ducking under his arm easily, as he playfully tried to catch her, turned and blew him a kiss, then disappeared back towards the living room as he took off after her laughing.

Given that she was smaller, and much more lithe than him, it would have been an easy feat to outpace him and head for the living room again or the bedroom as both were nearby. Since she clearly wanted him to catch her, she slowed and stalled, taking the brief instant before he reached her to slip her panties off and toss them aside. She barely had time to lean against the wall, crossing her ankles nonchalantly and playing with the coral charm around her neck before he appeared in view.

She stole his phrasing from earlier in the day, giving him an easy smile as she watched his eyes drift over her naked body, now clad in nothing but the necklace he had given her. “Fancy meeting you here.”

With a low growl, he crept closer, wrapping his arms around her as she let out a shriek of laughter, and sealed his lips to hers in a savage kiss. She wound her arms around his neck, running both of her hands into his hair and fisting it as she swirled her tongue around his. He pushed back against her, bumping them into the wall hard enough to rattle the framed photos nearby and she bit back a moan, curling a leg over his hip and urging him closer. She could feel him hard against her and rolled her hips, grinding against his cock as he let out a sharp pant. He dipped his head, capturing her nipple in his mouth and sucking gently as she closed her eyes and bit back a gasp. Beside her head, the frames rattled again, and she had a sudden vision of them getting conked on the head by falling photos and having to explain to a doctor in the ER that she had given Kris Avery a concussion by foreplay.

She pushed against him lightly until she could move and then grabbed his hand, dragging him down the hall with her as he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and pressed kisses to the back of her neck. With a soft laugh, she pulled him into the first room she came across, finding that she dragged them into the training area, and turned in his arms to kiss him. He pulled her close, sliding both hands down to cup her ass as he backed them further into the space. Seeing the L shaped sectional out of the corner of her eye, she steered them towards it. Once they got closer, she put both her hands on his chest, splaying her fingers across his tattoo, and gave him a gentle push, tumbling him down in the V between the two sections. He settled in, resting his arm along the couch as she glided her body over him, kissing down his chest and abdomen, nipping the skin as she lowered herself down.

Glancing at him through the curtain of her hair she ghosted her lips over his cock, running the tip of her tongue along his shaft. She watched as he closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the couch with a low groan. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, dipping the tip of her tongue into the slit and teasing him as he arched his hips. Taking him into her mouth, she hollowed her cheeks, moving languidly up and down, savoring the taste and feel of him as she took him to the back of her throat. Cath looked up, finding he was watching her with a lust filled gaze and met his eyes as she wrapped her tongue around him and moved over him agonizingly slowly. The hand he had outstretched along the back of the couch was digging into the fabric, while the other threaded itself through her hair. She could feel her own need rising, the ache between her legs reaching a maddening level of distraction as she stroked and teased him. She could feel his body tensing as she encouraged him to fuck her mouth, the veins on his neck cording as he murmured her name again and again like a prayer.

She felt him tracing his fingers over the shell of her ear, feathering his touch along her jaw, and released him from her mouth, continuing to stroke him with her hand as she rose. He reached out, settling his hands on her hips and pulled her into his lap, helping her straddle him. Once she was tucked against him, he wrapped his arms around her tightly and buried his face in the crook of her neck, worrying the skin lightly with his teeth.

Cath rested her hands on the back of the couch beside his head, then using the angle to her advantage she slowly sank down on his cock. For a moment, she stayed still, enjoying the feeling of their hips flush together as she held back a groan in her throat. After six long weeks, he felt so good, it was almost too intense for her senses to bear. When she finally began to move, she ground her hips against his, sliding up and down his shaft with a whine of pleasure. He slid one hand down to her ass, cupping her skin and urging her on wordlessly. She leaned in and caught his lower lip in her teeth and kissed him passionately, the same electric sensation as before beginning to sizzle through her. Snapping her hips to his she quickened her pace, sinking down on his cock and rising again in a steady pulse pounding rhythm that left her feeling euphoric and dizzy. The muscles in her thighs began to shake and she rested her hands on his chest to ground herself. Kris reached up, stroking the side of her face briefly, eyes heavily lidded in pleasure and then rested his hands on top of her own to steady her, easing her fingers over his heart and holding them there.

The tenderness in the gesture and the love in his eyes was humbling. She could feel his heartbeat thumping under her palm, a steady flowing rhythm that she mimicked, rolling her hips against his, meeting him thrust for thrust. When her orgasm came, it took her by surprise with its sudden intensity, dropping her like she was freefalling into a headrush. She ground her hips against his, seeing sparks in her line of vision and cried out, clenching around him. With a strangled noise, he moved his hands to grip her waist, bucking under her and holding on to her hips so tightly she would find faint bruises in the shape of his fingertips while in the shower the next morning. He quickly followed her over into his own orgasm, letting out a groan as he buried his face in the crook of her shoulder. They rocked together, each wanting to give the other everything they could, for as long as they could until finally, they were still.

Cath went limp, bending low and resting her forehead on his chest as she tried to catch her breath. He stroked her back in circles, and she could feel his chest rising and falling. He tried to hide an uncomfortable wince and in her now almost sober mind, she realized she was precariously close to laying on his newly healed injuries. The doctor had said he could have sex, not swing from the ceiling on the first go. She gently slid off his lap, cuddling against his side and resting her head on his shoulder.

“Are you okay?” She could feel her eyes growing heavy as she fought off falling asleep.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” he reassured her as he settled an arm around her shoulders. He yawned and snagged a nearby blanket pulling it around both of them. “Should we try to get to the bedroom?”

“Fuck it.” Cath also yawned, feeling the last of her energy drifting away. She settled against him and got comfortable. “I’ve slept in worse places.”

“Gee, thanks.” He rolled his eyes comedically and shifted his position, pulling his legs up and stretching out. He pulled her against him and laid down, taking her along for the ride and adjusted the blanket covering them both. “Way to make a poor guy feel wanted.”

“If this,” Cath gestured to the kitchen, hallway and couch with as much emphasis as she could muster given that none of her muscles wanted to move, “didn’t show you exactly how much I want you, then nothing ever will. You’re on your own from here on out. Good fucking luck.”

“I justloveit when you’re brutally honest.” He pressed a kiss to her temple and closed his eyes, drifting off. “And I love you.”

Sensing he was already asleep, she smiled and laid her head on his chest, whispering so quietly it was almost silent, knowing he wouldn’t hear her. “Right back at you.”

Knowing it was Christmas Day and that she could give him his gift in a matter of hours, hoping it would be enough to show him how she felt, she closed her eyes and slipped into a contented sleep. Tucked beside her, Kris cracked one eye open for an instant and smiled, then cuddled her closer and fell soundly asleep.

18

"Okay, so explain to me again, why do we have to stop at the studio? On Christmas Day?” Cath’s tone was both curious and incredulous as she leaned back against the passenger seat and blinked against the bright sunlight. As predicted, Christmas Day had dawned almost disgustingly sunny and a warm 67 degrees. With the last vestiges of a hangover pulsing behind her eyes, she reached up and tapped the visor above her head, catching a pair of shades smoothly in her hand as they tumbled free and slipping them on in a very “Avery” like gesture.

“Like I said, I have some gifts to leave for the crew.” Kris navigated the highway with comfortable ease, clearly happy to be driving the Lamborghini again after such a long, forced absence behind the wheel. He hugged the coastline and accelerated, letting the car cruise at optimal speed as the ocean crashed on the cliffs below them. “Some of the grips are coming in tomorrow to start working on the revised sets. I’ve got gifts and some good wine for them as a thank you. I’ll drop them off on the set, be in and out quickly and we can head to the condo for a drink before we go to dinner.”

“And nothing will get stolen between today and when they get there tomorrow?” It seemed odd to her, to drop off a load of no doubt expensive gifts to an empty studio and leave it there. It was on the tip of her tongue to say, “why not go tomorrow and do it in person?” but something in his tone stopped her, an undercurrent of importance that she couldn’t put her finger on.

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