Chris’ breasts swelled and she felt drawn into Wade. His heat added to her own and it caused her skin to ignite further. She swore that if she wore that damn hoodie any longer, she’d pass out and as she worked to remove it, Wade was only too glad to help her.
As soon as the thick garment fell to the floor, Chris placed her arms completely around Wade while he moved his own over her arms and neck and pulled her in even closer. Chris cried out from under his lips, but such a tiny sound drove Wade mad with lust. His own skin burned and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end when he felt the rise and fall of her breasts against his chest.
Wade wondered if the body she was told to hide would still be there waiting for him that same night he stole a glance over her nude skin. But he could hardly wait another damn minute to find out.
His hands fished down the middle of her chest and over her stomach, finding the zipper to her jeans. When he heard the familiar sound of them coming undone, they fell down around Chris’ feet. Wade clenched his teeth and a deep guttural growl came from deep within as his palms found each tantalizing cheek of her ass forcing her closer into his groin. But then, what he felt next made him smile.
“You’re wearing them.”
He looked down at her waist briefly and found her in only a plain t-shirt and of course – boxer shorts. The very same that Wade remembered giving to her.
“You told me to,” she said with a coy smile.
Wade smiled widely back at her, but in just a short time of being away from her lips, it was much too long and so he attacked her again. He wanted to remember how beautiful she looked, but the only thing harder than holding onto that image was the hardening part in between his legs that begged to be released. But Wade held off as best he could - determined to savor every feeling.
He reached for the bottom of her t-shirt and tore it from her like a wild animal. Chris held her arms up, helping him until only a single item of clothing remained.
Wade continued to hold onto Chris’ neck while he kissed her knowing full well that his height was giving her a problem, but she didn’t seem to mind as she continued to suck gently at his bottom lip. He brought his free hand down inside her boxers and felt the bare, plump flesh of her butt again and roughly tugged at it - making Chris groan in heated response.
By now, the feeling in between Wade’s legs became a throbbing ache when he finally pulled at Chris’ boxers until they were free of her. Wade watched as Chris bit her bottom lip and such a small gesture excited him further. He picked her up by the butt and dropped her playfully on the bed.
Chris giggled and squirmed seductively on the comforters. To her, everything felt fantastic; the texture of the blankets, the tiny molecules of air that moved over her skin making her breasts tingle and her nipples become so hard, they almost hurt.
Despite Wade’s anxiety to be inside of her, he stopped for a moment and looked at the succulent creature that writhed on the bed just below him.
“Jesus…”
Wade nearly swooned himself as the irony of it all hit him like a freight train. For over a year, he had made this girl - this goddess of drums - dress up like a guy without a second thought. Now, he wanted to scream at the top of his powerful lungs about how beautiful she was. Whether it was the flat contour of her tummy, her smooth skin, or those delicious breasts beating up and down on her dynamite body, Wade could only shake his head in utter disbelief. Her entire visage was incredible.
But enough was enough. Wade couldn’t wait another damn minute to be inside of her as he clumsily undid his own belt and pants. He wanted to remove all of his clothes, but he was in too much of a damn hurry.
Wade’s pants fell to his waist before he pressed himself down on top of Chris. Invitingly, she brought her legs up around him and held on. Wade gladly accepted the invitation while his member searched for her opening.
Chris made slight adjustments and moved to help him, and when Wade finally found that amazing heat, he pushed in. Of course he was no stranger to a woman’s touch, but he knew that because of Chris’ secret, her celibacy made her a delicious and neglected stranger to Wade and he knew no greater feeling because of it.
He couldn’t get over the tightness that overwhelmed him as he pushed through all of her delicate tissues. He ran his fingers through her hair as he pumped her - all while feasting on Chris’ lips. He just couldn’t get enough of them.
Chris was swimming in euphoria. The dizziness of the alcohol and the splitting pain as Wade entered her again and again created a delicious cocktail. Even the rough texture of Wade’s jeans on her skin made her moan aloud, and she continued to hold on to him firmly with her legs until her calves muscles. But she ignored it, hoping he would continue.
She sighed under him, but only when he’d let her breath through locked lips. She laughed and giggled as Wade’s mouth found every part of her, but she couldn’t believe this dream she was having. She looked up at this rock-solid guy that women swooned over and knew, at least in this fantasy, she had him all to herself.
When Wade couldn’t hold back any longer, he released his orgasm and came into her. Chris’ legs relaxed after the prolonged strain and let go of Wade. He stumbled back almost clumsily onto the bed behind him and stared at the ceiling, trying to relive every sensation he had just been through.
“Whoa,” Chris said, staring up at the ceiling.
They both heaved and panted for the longest time until Wade looked over at Chris’ bed. He sat up just as she buried herself in the sheets and blankets. Already, her eyes fluttered and closed in exhaustion until finally, Wade heard her deep and steady breathing.
He continued to stare at her for the longest time, trying to convince himself that what happened, actually happened. After a few minutes, he got up and tucked himself back inside his jeans. After he readjusted his clothing, he put his hand on the lamp switch and was ready to leave when a heavy feeling slammed into his gut - the gut that never steered him wrong.
Wade tore open and dissected every thought and action that had happened over the past year; the shows, the music they both loved, their talent. He couldn’t believe he shared his life and his passion with such an amazing woman - a woman he tucked away from the world. He suddenly felt so terribly selfish. All he wanted was his music and he didn’t dwell much on Chris’ sacrifice to the group.
Until now.
He was suddenly very taken with her and he thought back on the months of teasing comments, the protectiveness, the jealousy that arose because of her outings with Joe, the ability to overcome his claustrophobia just to save her from mauling fans. It made sense. But then, Wade Griffin no longer thought of the dozens of groupies he had slept with. They were nothing as they clamored to him one show after another. Now, he had something of far more value and it was worth more to him than his music.
As Chris snoozed on, blissfully unaware that Wade was undergoing some sort of cosmic battle feelings for her, the light went out in the room and her bed gave in to another gentle weight.
Chapter 15
Chris began to stir under her of blankets. She felt so deliciously warm that she didn’t want to wake up, especially not after last night’s dream. Her body began to flood with euphoria again and she didn’t want the tingling sensation from deep within her womb to fade. It ebbed and flowed and she thought there was no way Wade Griffin, lead singer and womanizer of Heretic, gave her the most amazing sex.
She squirmed again and adjusted her neck, but her pillow was being uncooperative. She felt for it, but instead of down feathers, she felt something hard. It reminded her of a squishy, hairy log.
Her eyelids flickered open just as something brushed past her cheek. She chocked it up to the sheets and scratched the spot hoping to fall back asleep, but when her eyes adjusted to the light, the morning was not the only one ready to greet her.
“Hey.”
Wade’s warm face brightened with a gentle smile.
Instantly, Chris flushed with embarrassment when she co
nnected with those beautiful blue eyes and now, she remembered: It was no dream. In fact, it was the furthest thing from it when she realized she was still lying naked next to him. She wanted to pinch herself as she rested on his arm, dangerously close to his mouth.
“H-Hi,” she responded as Wade moved a strand of hair from her eyes.
“How come you never told me you were so damn attractive?”
Chris’ face blushed further and she tried to readjust the covers to hide her nudity, but Wade wouldn’t allow it. He moved in on her again, surrounding her with his arms until their bodies were touching. Now more than sober, Chris’ skin became electrified with his touch.
“You’re crazy,” Chris said modestly. “I’m Chris Rebman, remember? Just one of the guys,” she said, laughing it off.
“Well, you know what that means then, right?” he asked.
Confused, Chris replied, “No. What?”
“That I am one. Flaming. Homosexual.”
Chris thundered with laughter and tried to bury her burning face beneath the covers, but Wade stopped her and ripped them away. He growled hungrily again and Chris felt his fingers glide through her hair and tug gently at her scalp. She felt her head being pulled back with this grip and just then, his lips grazed her neck. Chris moaned when she felt the stubble of his chin.
“Mmm. This isn’t happening,” Chris whimpered.
“Oh?” he responded and just then, Chris distinctly heard the teeth of his zipper coming apart.
He pulled away from Chris long enough to remove his pants before he positioned himself over her again. He swore she was twice as sexy sober while she bit down on one of her fingernails. Her hair was sprayed out in all directions making her look like a wild vixen, but she was far from it now. Now, she was a scared and excited young woman as she saw Wade take his shirt off and gather himself above her.
“Is this not happening either?” Wade asked as he pressed himself down on her again.
He buried his face into her neck while he suckled and bit playfully at the skin. Soon, she felt Wade’s hardened member fishing towards her heat.
In growing anticipation, Chris made herself available again by willingly positioning her hips. Wade drew back just long enough to see himself disappear inside of her.
Her heartbeat picked up its tempo and as Wade rested his gaze on her, she tried to ignore his infamous stare as he began his pelvic thrusts.
As she lay there, allowing him to pump her, he pressed back down over top of her wanting badly a meeting of the mouths. Wade increased his pace and made sure that his chest connected with Chris’ naked breasts as much as possible. For some reason, he felt even more turned on when their bare flesh came into contact. He felt as though Chris was leading him like a fish to bait as her bottom lip quivered. But he caught it in his mouth and sucked at it.
He stopped momentarily, focusing on her mouth. To him, Wade found it just as tantalizing as what lay between her legs.
Suddenly, Wade felt a pulse around his sheath. It was as if her warmth had a mind of its own and hugged him on purpose. Right away, he gathered that Chris was using her pelvic floor.
“Well, you certainly know your way around a stick,” Wade said as his eyes rolled back.
Chris giggled uncontrollably as she looked up at Wade, enjoying every moan and contorted facial expression. He did his best to keep himself together, but it did nothing to halt the rising orgasm. Much too soon for Wade’s liking, he lost himself and drove home before he spilled into her again.
Chris groaned at the last few hurtful thrusts but it was worth it. She felt amazing and she felt her own release as Wade crashed down beside her.
Wade closed his eyes, exhausted from their latest sexual excursion, but it was Chris’ turn to stare at the ceiling. This was one dream Chris was hoping she wouldn’t wake from.
Just then, several loud knocks came from the other side of Chris’ door. Both she and Wade sat bolt upright as if a bomb had landed in their room and then, a familiar voice called from outside.
“Chris?” came a voice accompanied by knocking. “It’s me, Joe!”
“Shit!” she hissed.
Her legs became tangled in the sheets and when she tried to get up, she tumbled and fell out of the bed.
Wade had a hell of a time trying to contain his laughter when he saw her prance around the room naked while flinging clothes left and right. Frustrated, she gave up trying to get dressed, grabbed the comforter off the bed, and draped it around herself.
“Shit! What’er we gonna do? What’er we gonna do!?” she asked hysterically.
“Shh, it’s okay,” he said, trying to calm her. “I’ll get it.”
“What!?”
“Chris? You in there?” came Joe’s voice again along with more knocking.
“B-But you can’t! He’ll see you! He’ll know you came here and-!”
“Hey. Hey.” Wade took Chris’ face in an effort to calm her down. “Just let me handle this, okay?”
“Ohhh gawd. What do you think he’ll say!? Ohmygawd!”
Chris practically hopped up and down in her spot, but Wade still played the cool card hoping his poker face wouldn’t fail him.
“Would you relax? It’s all good,” he said, walking up to the door. Wade didn’t bother putting on a shirt, but pulled his jeans up over his hips and zipped them. “I’ll just tell him you seduced me.”
“What!?”
Chris smacked Wade on the shoulder but as they both approached the door, they tried to recompose themselves and straighten their appearance. Chris even attempted to tame her wild hair.
“Yo, Chris! You awake?”
As Joe continued knocking, Wade gave a nod towards the door wanting her to say something, but she picked the first thing that came to mind.
“I-In a minute!”
She face-palmed herself as Wade reached for the metal door handle. He let it rest there for the longest time trying to envision what his conversation with Joe would be like. He may have acted confident, but as the metal click of the door sounded, Chris retreated behind Wade. After Wade swung open the door, he came face to face with his friend and fellow band member. Taken aback, Joe cocked his head in confusion.
“Oh…fuck me, man. Shit dude...I-I’m so sorry!” he said apologetically.
“Joe…”
“Man - I really...man - I’m so fuckin’ sorry! I thought this was Chris’ room!” he said, scanning and re-scanning the number on the door.
“Joe.”
“I really thought I was bangin’ on the right one - shit man, I’m so sor-!”
“Joe!”
Finally, Joe stopped rambling and stared at Wade.
“What?”
Wade took a deep breath, fully aware that Joe would have to know everything eventually. His only concern then was dealing with whatever reaction would come next.
“You’re at the right room, man,” he confessed as he looked over his shoulder at Chris. She was biting on one of her finger nails.
“Huh? Then why-?”
Sensing that Joe needed a more obvious hint, Wade glanced behind his shoulder one more time and hung his head. He took one step to the side, revealing Chris in her comforter.
“H-Hey Joe-Joe! Can I uhm…can I get that charger for you later?”
Joe’s eyes widened in disbelief as he glanced at Wade and then back at Chris. He seemed to do this a dozen or so times without breathing all the while. Wade felt the pit of his stomach sink further as Joe’s expression remained fixated on surprise. After all, he remembered what Os had said to him just a few short months ago. They did spend a lot of time together and he feared his friend would be upset with him.
But when Wade was sure he couldn’t take another agonizing second of it, Joe finally brought both his hands to his face trying to contain his own explosive impulses.
“HOLY SHIT! OH MY GOD!”
“Shit man, keep your voice down!” Wade seethed, hoping his brother was nowhere within earshot.
“This is unbelievable,” Joe said, breaking into a wide grin. “You two finally hooked up, huh?”
Wade rubbed the back of his head as he stepped back in front of Chris – partially concealing her once again.
“Fuck me, man! It’s about god damn time! I always knew you had the hots for her!”
Chris’ face blushed beat red, and from behind Wade, she saw Joe throw a light punch into his chest.
“Joe, man! I said lower your voice!”
Despite Wade’s best efforts, he did little to sate Joe’s excitement. But he wasn’t upset by his reaction – on the contrary. He was relieved when Joe was happy for them. One band member down. Only one more to go. And telling Os was something he wasn’t looking forward to.
“How can I!? This is totally fucking awesome! Two band members in Heret…hey - wait a sec… I-I just thought of something!”
“Oh boy,” Wade said, rubbing his eyes.
He loved Joe to death, but at that moment, he just wanted him to leave.
“So uhm…so-so you guys were like makin’ your own music last night, werncha!?”
Joe broke out into a hysterical roar when Wade finally turned him around by the shoulders and shoved him forward.
“Man, would you get the hell outta here!?” he commanded, trying desperately to contain his own laughter.
“Oh! Yes, yes! Of course! I will leave you two alone,” he said, raking his fingers in the air in a claw-like fashion.
“Hey - and be ready to go by tonight!”
“Oh, I’ll be ready. But the question is: will you be ready!?” he teased one last time before retreating into his room.
Wade shook his head and laughed at his friend before he finally closed the door. Then, he turned around and looked directly at Chris with utter triumph.
“Looks like someone owes me ten bucks.”
Chris groaned. “Ugh. But what about Os?”
Wade moved closer to Chris, putting his arms around her. “He can’t have you.”
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