An Emery & Chris story
*a Chris Evans fan fic*
Chris and Emery share a rushed night together before he has to leave
Warnings: NSFW, language, adult situations, oral sex, anal fingering, intercourse
Word Count 2316
He chuckles when she enters the room, cocking her eyebrow at him. He can almost read her mind; wondering how he beat her to the room. She locks the door behind her. He smiles at the vision of his fiancee in her black leather boots as she quickly removes her sweater and plaid wool skirt, leaving her in only a gray lace panty and bra set. She starts to unzip the boots and he growls, “Leave them on.”
He can read the look on her face, knows she wants to retort that they are wet from the snow, but she keeps silent. Emery sighs, scuffing her feet across the carpet as she walks over to the bed. “You have to leave soon,” she complains, throwing the comforter back and away from his body, smiling at his thick rod waiting for her.
Chris watches her quietly with a smirk as she crawls up the bed and over him, one knee between his thigh and the other straddling his leg. He flinches when the cold metal zipper of her boot hits his warmed skin. Placing her arms on either side of his head, she drags her full covered tits across his muscled chest. Her body is chilled from the winter night as he winds his fingers in the tail of her french braid and pulls her down to meet his mouth, wishing to warm her quickly.
As his tongue teases along her lips he raises his leg just a bit, offering her support to grind against him. She accepts his invitation and Emery’s ample hips begin a light dance, a slow pulse against his firm solid form. As his mouth passionately works over hers, he can feel her wet begin to seep through her panties as her grinding becomes more forceful and between kisses a moan escapes her lips. Their kisses build in a hurried frenzy, both knowing they are trying to beat the clock. “I know, but you promised me,” he teases.
His hands race down the supple skin of her back, reaching to undo her bra with a flick of his wrist.
“Hey, now, what are you doing?” she asks, toying with him. “We don’t have time for that!”
“I still want something to play with,” he laughs, pulling down on her back, bringing her tits to his face. He pulls one of her pretty pink nipples in between his teeth, lightly biting down and flicking his tongue over the peak. Chris moans quietly along with her quick exhale of breath. “It’s been too long, kitten.”
“I know, jelly bean, I know,” she concurs, raising a hand to brush over one of his lush eyebrows.
He laughs again at her newest nickname for him, something she read on social media a few months back that seemed to stick with her. His mouth continues his assault on her beautifully rounded breasts, kissing quickly along the valley and up the slope to the next peak, enthusiastically moving to capture the other one in his mouth. Her grinding against his leg continues and her breathing intensifies, before suddenly pulling away from his mouth and hopping off.
The saucy red-head giggles at his groan of disappointment. Quickly flipping around on the bed, she takes him, somewhat soft, into her hot, wet mouth. Controlling himself, he grasps the sheets on either side. Her task is easier for his petite love if he stays malleable for just a few brief moments.
Her tongue works lovingly around his cock, swirling around him, caressing the veiny ridges with her tongue. Slightly limp, she can take more of him in her mouth and enjoys the sweet pull up as she pumps him, quickly sliding back down. She knows Chris can only handle three or four repetitions of that particular maneuver and her ass in his face isn’t helping his restraint. His hands grip tightly to her leather-clad calves. Her confidence surges at his choked, “Fuck me now, Em. Use your mouth.”
Bringing him to full rise, she can’t handle all of him in her tiny mouth. Her tongue caresses the tip, teasing at his slit with her tongue, lapping up his sweet pre-cum. She sucks down as much of his thick shaft as she can, and plays out her own little pattern of teasing, sucking and licking.
The sound of the zipper fills the room as he removes her boots, tossing them to the other side of the bed before sliding his hands over the lace covering her ass. He holds and squeezes her fine curves. Between the apex of her legs, he drags his fingers along the pretty lace trim, running his thumbs just under the elastic, caressing her silky smooth skin hidden underneath. Emery’s moan of pleasure vibrates against his cock, causing him to twitch and jolt in her mouth. She pulls back briefly, rubbing at her sore jaw before diving back on his ready cock. Her position allows him to watch as she bobs up and down on him, a sweet sway to her ass with each pump. Chris’s visions are on overload and he won’t last much more.
His dominant hand pushes the lace aside, revealing the perfect split between her cheeks and his fingers tease along the divide. He knows he can’t stay and hates to speed along her well-developed oral talents, but there’s not time for play tonight. He reaches in for her newly discovered overdrive button. The long summer break gave them opportunities to try new things, for him to be her teacher, at least in the bedroom. The pleasure she gets from having her ass played with is something he definitely intends to encourage in the very near future. His fingertip graces over her muscled rim, gently providing a push and her primal groan echoes through the room. He chuckles as she swallows him deeper while pushing back with her ass, silently and involuntarily asking for more.
Her mouth continues her work, adding a glide with her hands, using her salivating wet to aid her. She pulls and tugs, wrapping her mouth around him, focused on the pleasure she wants to give him as her mind races at the feel of his touch. She wants him and wants to be everything he will ever need and more. He’s taught her well and she loves the way her body sings under his touch, exploring new heights she’s never known. As his thumb gently slides in her tight hole, she can’t wait to share more uncharted sexual experiences with him.
His touch and caress on her ass, feeling gently inside her hole before she pushes him out has her pussy dripping and wanting more. She needs him; needs the man who makes her whole and who makes her complete. She hates knowing he has to leave soon, that he can’t stay the night. She looks up to see the clock reflected in the mirror and smiles to herself. She pumps him a bit more, bringing him closer to his edge. His throaty whines fill her ears and his thumb moves in and out of her asshole faster, demonstrating the moves he longs to give to her. Soon.
Feeling him ready to tip, Emery pulls off with a pop, dragging her tongue around the taut head of his cock. Quickly and much to his surprise, she spins her body around and moves the lace aside, pushing herself down on his throbbing dick. “You cheater! You promised a blow job! You said we-” she cuts him off with a kiss, biting at his lip as she grinds down on him then slowly pulls herself up.
As she hovers above him, readying herself to impale again, she detaches her lips from his, and says, “Look at the time. It’s okay, but you do have to leave soon.”
Looking at the clock Chris chuckles, clutching her hips and pushing her back down onto his waiting shaft, filling her full the only way he can. Her walls tighten and squeeze around him. “You tease! You still owe me a blowjob.” He accentuates his comment with a thrust up of his hips, pushing into her deeper.
“Maybe the next time I see you then,” she whispers into his ear, biting at his neck as he pulls her ass down tighter against him, pushing her pussy against his cock.
He lets out a yelp at the pressure on his neck. “No hickeys! They can’t be on camera.” He pushes her off his neck when she attacks again. “You vampire,” he teases. “Next time, huh? I might hold you to that.”
She giggles again, lowering her bites along the Tolle tattoo gracing his collarbone. Her hand rubs over his beard, soft yet not as full as he normally wears it. Gifted beard. Light. Just like she likes it, reminding her of when they first met.
Chris raises his knees, his feet flat on the bed, causing just the shift she needs as she arches her back, raising up from his chest as she comes forcefully. He lifts his head to catch her swaying breast in his mouth, muffling his own cry as he comes just as strongly after her release. They ride out the wave of relief together.
She collapses on top of him, sticky with his cum and their sweat. His fingers tenderly pull her braid loose, shaking out her amber waves, tickling his own chest with her silky strands. He loves the way she fits perfectly against him as she falls to his side and snuggles under his arm. He twines his fingers together with hers, rested gently on his hip.
“Want me to start you a bath before I leave?” His lips brush against her temple.
Sighing contentedly, Emery replies, “No, thanks. The next few days are crazy. I just wanna try to get some sleep.”
He turns his head to look at the clock on the bedside table, knowing he doesn’t have much time remaining. “Did I ever tell you? The first time we took a bath together, I thought you were trying to cook me?” He chuckles at the memory. “God, you had the water so hot, I thought I was going to die; like my skin was going to melt off.”
“You never told me that!” She laughs. “Good to know we still have things to learn about each other.”
“Yeah, like you’re a liar.”
“How did I lie? You’ve been begging for sex for weeks, and we’re finally together. I know you wanted a blow job, but you got a little extra.” She turns her head to kiss the side of his chest. “I don’t see that as ‘lying.’”
“Women don’t understand the male mind,” he huffs. “It’s a different kind of release; and you said-”
“I know what I said, but I didn’t lie.” She sits up, playfully pushing him, looking over at the clock. “I guess next time you have to clarify how you wish to finish. I’m good, we both got off, and no promises were broken.”
He grins at the defiant look on her face. He sits up, reaching down to gather his clothes from the floor. He stands to slide his Calvin’s all the way up. Before he can tug them over the curve of his ass, she leans over and bites it quickly before settling back down under the blankets.
“I hate that I have to go,” he complains, pulling his jeans up. “I can make other plans? Leave early in the morning?”
She hands him his phone that was hidden among the tangled blankets. “No. We both need rest. You need to go.”
Sliding his button down shirt across his back, he puts his arms through the sleeves, leaving the shirt to hang open. She hisses, “Damn, you look fine, boy.”
He shakes his head at her Southern drawl. Placing a knee on the bed, he leans over to kiss her forehead. “The next time I see you, it’ll be really crowded. How will I find you?” he asks curiously.
“I’ll be the one in the white dress.” The grin on her face is priceless. Every ounce of her being beams with love.
His heart explodes. “Emery, we’re getting married tomorrow.” His voice is filled with awe at the words he never thought he would say. Until I found her.
His face says it all. Her heart knows it’s forever. “Fuck yeah, we are. You’re stuck with me.”
“A red-headed, math nerd, cosplayin’, Southern Belle, liar.”
She chucks a pillow at his head. “Rather be a liar than a damn Yankee… Explain to me again exactly how I lied?”
Chris gathers his shoes and reaches for his keys. Hopefully at this hour no one will see the groom make his walk of shame to his private suite on the other side of the inn. He’s not buttoning up and going barefoot. “You said no sex till after we were married.”
“Christopher Robert Evans, you need to start listening better. I said no sex till our wedding day. I clearly timed myself to come after midnight.” She stifles a yawn, her eyelids fluttering as she fights sleep, wanting to talk to her man, to defend her honor. “I did not cheat or lie. Are you gonna tell everyone that? Because bragging about your exploits with your girlfriend is one thing, but today, I become your wife. That’s different, pal.”
He reaches out to her one last time before leaving, “I love the sound of that. Wife. I just love you needed to fuck as badly as I did… I love you kitten. Thanks for a perfectly enjoyable ‘last night’ as a single man.”
“Oh, honey, just think of all the fun married nights we’ll have!”
“Is that a promise too?” he whispers, stepping out the door, and pulling it tight behind him, knowing she’ll be asleep before he even gets back to his room.
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