Chris Mclean X Reader Novels & Stories

, I said, hoping to convince him. He pushed me, as I landed on the floor, tears brimming down my face. He squatted in front of me, as I felt my heartache. "You know what, you are pathetic falling for a handsome person like me. I know you never wrote any fantasy in that book of yours, but I know what you want", Chris said, whose eyes stating something else. " You want to be touched, or rather kiss, obsess, and give in to those sexual cravings of yours. You are nothing but a pretender", he stated, as I completely lost it.

Mallory drowned his grief in bottles and bets, racking up debts with every underground bookie in town. By sixteen, Chris was the one scraping together cash from odd jobs, delivering pizzas, washing cars, to keep the lights on and the collectors at bay. School was a joke; Chris dropped out junior year to work full-time at a mechanic's shop, his hands perpetually stained with grease. That's where he met Jax, his first real crush, a cocky apprentice with tattoos snaking up his arms and a smirk that made Chris's stomach flip. Jax was older, twenty-one, and openly gay in a world that still whispered slurs.

I hate how wet I get just reading his orders. My fingers move slowly, torturously slowly. Slick sounds fill the quiet garden air. I bite my lip hard. “So wet…” I type. “Throbbing for a stranger…” I don’t finish the sentence. Another message pings. “Stop touching. Edge only. Hold it right there. Imagine my hands wrapped around your wrists, pinning them above your head while I watch that pretty nun cunt clench and cry for release. You’re dripping on the stones, aren’t you, dirty little whore?”

Quickly he spins and goes to look for Mia. Please let me stay alone in the kitchen, I think. Nope, my luck is not that good. Soon as Dean's out, Chris comes in. Chris, the popular jock from the school. The boy that every cheerleader wants for boyfriend and every loner girl only dreams of. I can't deny it, he is handsome. Tall, toned, seductive blue eyes, great blond hair. The works. He is the on/off boyfriend of Megan, so that makes things worse. He probably is just like her, and besides that, he is a jock. Rudeness presides him. I look away from him. He walks towards me and I freeze. What does he want? He has never approached me before. Right now that I can't be around a soul, he comes near

Mia clenches her thighs at the comment. Pulling the T-shirt off Mia, Chris’ blue eyes stop to look at her, “baby, you are so sexy.” He says, his eyes turning darker at her. Mia's breaths become deep and ragged under his intense gaze. His heavy hand starts to fondle her breasts under the thin lacy bra and makes the nipples pebble. “I cannot wait to pound into you and make you scream my name.” Just the husky words are enough to send Mia over the edge.

Her insecurities are completely valid, but she’s way off about Chris. “You’re wrong, Mei,” I say while I take her hand. She slowly looks up at me with unshed tears. “Chris is definitely what you say he is. But he and Axel don’t want any other woman. You’re it for them. You’ve been it for them before they even met you,” I tell her. But she just looks at me in confusion. “Look, this is not my business or my place to say, but I’ll take the risk. Mei, Chris is a virgin,” I tell her casually. Her eyes widen in shock and her mouth drops open.

When he pushed his trousers down, her breath caught. His cock was thick and long. Heavy. The head was dark and wet at the tip. She had never seen one so big. “I love that dick,” she whispered. “Of course, it's coming right in.” He pulled her panties down. His fingers slid between her legs. She was already wet. He rubbed her clit in small circles until her hips moved. “Open.” Maya opened her legs. Adrian kissed down her stomach. His mouth covered her pussy. His tongue was slow and sure. He licked her until she shook. He sucked her clit and she grabbed the sheets. “Adrian…”

Wetting her hand with some, she wiped his pants clean till there was no trace. “All good.” She smiled. But Chris could care less. He was damn sure that everyone in this room had their secrets. Dark ones that he wished he could get his fingers on and reveal to the world. Maybe that way, his father would stop acting like some saint. “If you would excuse me,” Chris said to no one in particular and started to walk away. Her blood boiled when she saw him stop to converse with a pretty woman. She looked expensive, too, and he was saying something that made her laugh.

“I’m Xander.” “I’m Emily.” His eyes shifted toward Chris briefly before returning to me. “You came with Chris?”“Yes.” “You two dating or something?” “Oh, no,” I answered quickly. “We’re just friends.” For some reason, Chris suddenly looked irritated after hearing that, but before I could think about it, Xander nodded slowly. “Interesting.” “I’m actually a really big fan of yours,” I admitted, probably sounding way too excited. A small grin appeared on his face. “Then it’s my pleasure meeting you.”

Hence the small age difference. I'll leave the image of Justin to your imaginations but for Chris, I imagined him as Lucky Blue Smith. Go ahead and g****e him, if you don't know him. please leave a review of the book if you like it!