Warning: Smut scene coming up.
Selene~
This situation once again.
Chad had shown up once again, uninvited and without any prior warning. He came and once again, he met Christopher in my apartment. Like the last time he was here, his expression darkened but this time, he didn't flare up. He quietly asked Christopher to excuse us, that he had something he wanted to talk to me about.
Christopher didn't want to leave, however. I had to intervene and practically chase him out. He would be fine without me for a few minutes and I did need to talk to Chad too. It was almost midnight, and for Chad, this was a normal time to come over to my place.
I knew why he was here. I'd been particularly popular on social media for the past few days, and the comments had not been very nice, or welcoming to my comeback.
He was here to check on me.
"Hi," he finally said once Christopher had finally left the room. Chad always had this presence of a moody ex boy band member who owned a motorcycle and a lot of unprocessed emotions. He didn't sit, just stood there in the middle of my tiny apartment, staring at me.
"Hi," I said sweetly, as sweetly as I could anyways.
I would be lying if I said his words didn't still hurt me but I knew he hadn't meant it, or maybe he had, but either ways, it didn't matter. Chad was one of the only good friends I had left and I wasn't going to lose him over some silly words exchanged in anger.
And he was a good fuck.
"I saw the comments," he said, still not moving an inch from where he was.
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, giving me his usual boyish charm as if that would somehow help me forget that he had ghosted me. I'd expected something, even just a word about Christopher's presence in my apartment but he wasn't saying anything.
"They don't bother me," I said. "The comments. Don't worry about it. My neighbors don't even look at me weirdly and for some reason, that had helped."
He stared at me for a while before he finally moved closer to me and sat with me on the bed.
"I'm so terribly sorry for all I've said, Selene," he held my hands and I could see the guilt in his eyes.
He meant what he said, he was actually sorry and that was okay by me. I had just wanted him to come over and apologize, and now that he was doing it, I was at peace.
"It's all in the past," I smiled at him then saw a tinge of something in his eyes. Desire, maybe? He didn't look like he was planning to leave anytime soon and I was okay with that, which, honestly, was the most dangerous part.
Luca's kiss had left me… craving for more, and Chad could give me more. I didn't want to pretend like I didn't want it when I did.
He leaned in slowly, as if he was giving me the chance to stop him and I didn't. His lips brushed mine, just slightly and I pulled him closer before I could think of anything else.
It wasn't like Luca's kiss. Luca's had been unexpected and desperate but this was familiar with a tinge of desperation seeping through it, but it was familiar nevertheless. Chad kissed like he'd done it a million times over, maybe because he had. He knew exactly where I liked to be touched and how to make me forget every worry I had in the first place.
His mouth trailed to my jaw, kissing it gently, leaving me wanting more as he went down to my neck.
I didn't want to think about the internet or my comeback or the threat on my life or how close I'd come to unraveling this entire week. I just wanted to be touched, to be loved, to be wanted.
And Chad wanted me, always.
His hands slipped under the hem of my shirt and his fingers spread against my skin, touching me like I was a delicate gem.
"Still okay?" he asked as he kissed my collarbone.
I nodded. "Yeah."
He looked at me, his eyes searched mine for something I couldn't name. There was softness in his gaze but I knew better to trust softness in the eyes of a man at 11:43 p.m. on a bed that smelled that regret.
Still, I didn't stop him when he moved back on top of me and his hands slid lower and successfully went inside my shorts.
His lips were on mine again, but it was deeper this time, more wanting. Our mouths moved in rhythm, slowly, intensely, it was the kind of kiss that made my toes curl in ecstasy. My hands slid beneath his shirt as I felt the heat of his skin and ever single details of his upper body.
Chad groaned softly, as he pulled away from me and instantly took his shirt off, tossing it aside. He slowly let his hand on me as he untied my buttons and helped me out of my shirt, his fingers grazed my bra as he did.
With swift movements, my bra was also off my body. His mouth found my breasts and he kissed, sucked and bit me, it was just enough to make me arch into him. My thighs pressed together, they were already aching and he hadn't even touched me properly yet.
"Missed this," he murmured, his lips against my breasts. "Missed you."
I didn't answer, or rather, I couldn't.
His hands slid down as his fingertips dipped past the band of my shorts. I was already embarrassingly wet and when his fingers found me, I let out a soft gasp. He rubbed slowly, went in lazy circles and watched my face the whole time like my reaction was all he wanted. My hips moved in rhythm with his hand.
"Chad…" I breathed.
He kissed me again but this time, his tongue sweeped mine and his fingers pressed deeper. I moaned into his mouth as his thumb moved in circular motion against my clit and his fingers slipped deeper into me and curled just right.
The pleasure was unbearable but it was just right, and I clung to him like he was the only thing anchoring me to the bed.
I finally came with a sharp gasp as my nails dug deeper into his back but he didn't stop.
He slid down my shorts and started to trail from my chest to my stomach with his mouth, his tongue. He went lower, and with deliberation, he moved his tongue, it was hot, wet and so damn slow. I cried out, not caring that I had neighbors that could hear me from the other side of these thin walls.
His tongue felt like sin, patience, and punish me all at once. I threaded my fingers through his hair and pulled him closer everytime he sucked just right. He was licking me like he was starving and I was the only thing that could satisfy him.
It didn't take me long to come again, this time, it was wilder, harder.
He kissed back up my body and let me taste myself with his tongue, and then he was naked too. He looked at me with those same distracting eyes.
"You want me?"
Yes," I breathed. "Yes, please."
He pushed into me with a groan, then he moved. It was slow at first, with a rhythm that made me bite into my lips to keep me from screaming. He knew my body and he sure as hell knew how to make me unravel.
I wrapped my legs around him to pull him in deeper, to make him go faster. He thrusted harder and I moaned harder as I cried his name, screaming. I came again as I pulled his hair and he followed soon after, he held me close as he came and his body stiffened.
For a long while, there was only the sound of our breathing. He didn't move right away and his forehead rested on mine. The room was quiet, except for the sound of our labored breaths as we stayed tangled with each other.
"Selene," he murmured and I turned my face again.
Luca, had he gotten this on recording too? I closed my eyes, feeling the comfort of his body and something dangerously close to regret.
"Did I cross a line?" he asked, his voice was dangerously low and emotional.
I didn't want to make him think that I didn't want this, I did but I couldn't find my voice, I didn't know what to say.
He slowly got off me and started to dress up. I watched him, still refusing to say a thing.
I stared at the ceiling, my body was sore but in the best way and my chest felt tight.
"Did it help?" he suddenly asked.
I smiled and whispered. "Yes, thanks."
I might not remember everything about that night and they might've called me names that were not true, but one thing was true. After that night, I somehow became a sex addict.
And I knew it, and Chad knew it.
He smiled back at me, then made small finishing touches on his clothes and left without another word.