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Chrissy watched the digital clock go from 11:59PM to 12:00AM, two hours later than he was supposed to return home.
It wasn't anything that Chrissy wasn’t used to, it would be the fourth time in two months that Jason had done this.
Only thing that she did not know at this point was whether he would come home tonight or leave her in bed stranded and alone.
She sniffled as she placed the empty teacup on her nightstand, staring out her window at the streets of Chicago.
It brought her peace how much she didn't care about Jason's acts of infidelity anymore.
What once left her in tears, now brings her comfort, relief, freedom to go to her real escape from reality.
Anything you want, anything you need, a helping hand or just someone to talk to, I'm here, always, a dark voice whispered against the skin of her neck.
Chrissy shivered at the memory.
It seemed like it was just yesterday when she went to her colleague's apartment to vent about her marriage, and unexpectedly left with shaky legs, a hoarse voice, and a happy spirit.
She could still feel his hands on her thighs, the chunky silver bands digging into her skin as he touched her in places that Jason never could.
God this was painful.
Why couldn't the universe send Eddie to her first?
Heaven knows how long it would take to divorce Jason, and knowing him, it wouldn't be an easy task.
It was all too much, too overwhelming.
She needed a release, and needed it now.
That's how she found herself two blocks away from their shared apartment, walking down the streets of Chicago in nothing but a pair of slippers and her blue silk long sleeve pajama set.
The summer night air hit her face as she turned the corner, her heart warming as she came face to face with the bricked apartment building.
She was finally at her happy place.
Her white cotton clad feet trailed into the apartments entryway, and right towards the elevator.
The blonde chewed on her cheek as she pressed the sticky up button outside the elevator doors.
She was really about to do this.
Lord she hoped he didn't mind her company.
She immediately stepped into the empty elevator as soon as the doors opened, pressing the button for the fourth floor with hastiness.
Company..
Wait company.
Damn it.
What if he had company?
It was so rude of her to show up to his home unannounced, especially at midnight.
Although he said whenever, surely he didn't mean whenever she felt like it.
The heavy doors opened with a broken screech, making her nerves spark even worse.
She swallowed as she stepped out of the small room before the walls could close in on her.
Chrissy trailed slowly across the dingy carpet, the smell of strong cleaning product and mildew flooding her nostrils.
There was a screaming match within one of the apartments she passed by.
Maybe a couple.
She couldn't help but wonder if one of the counterparts had an escape like she did.
With each passing step, a new thought about his neighbors came to mind.
You could say it was a way Chrissy distracted herself from her own situation.
But even her imagination had to come to an end when she finally planted her feet on a black welcome mat.
No turning back now, she thought before lifting her fist to the old red door labeled 413, knocking once, twice, waiting thirty seconds, and repeating.
Her shaky fist fell back down beside her, her breath quickening with each passing second that she went unanswered.
She didn't want to knock again and be a nuisance.
If he was asleep, then he was asleep.
If he didn't want to be bothered, then he didn't want to be bothered.
Chrissy let another ten seconds go by before turning on her soft padded heels and walking away.
"Chrissy?" Someone called out groggily.
She froze in her footsteps, oh.
The woman turned around, her arms crossed her body.
"Chrissy? Is that you?" He rubbed his eyes, squinting into the fluorescent light of his apartment hallway.
She stared at him, his curly hair in a disheveled bun, lean body covered by a gray tee and plaid pajama pants.
A huge difference from the button ups and dark slacks he'd wear in the office.
"H-hi?" She hesitantly walked closer to him, leaving eight feet of space between the two.
"Hey? What.. did you walk here?" He asked with a worried expression, remembering that she and Jason shared a car.
"I.. yeah, I did."
He frowned at her before licking his lips.
"What are you doing here, Chris?" He asked, trying to hide his genuine concern with a soft polite tone.
That question really opened her eyes.
What was she doing here?
Why was she even there?
For a soul crushing orgasm and a reminder of what she can't have?
"I-I don't know, I.. Nevermind. I'm sorry for waking you up. Goodnight, Eddie." She turned back around, face flushing in embarrassment as she began to walk away from yet another one of her problems.
"Chrissy," she stopped once again before looking back at him, "It's late and dark out."
She pinched her lips together, nodding her head.
The apartment still looked the exact same as it did when she last came over.
An assortment of items on his coffee table, Glade air refresher and weed lingering in the air.
Metal band and movie posters on almost every inch of the space.
A tiny two seated table in the corner of his living room beside his coat hanger.
It felt like a home, she felt more safe here than she's ever felt in she and Jason's undecorated vanilla apartment.
It wasn’t much color nor heart in their home besides Jason's basketball trophies, and their framed annual anniversary photoshoots where her smile got more and more artificial with each passing year.
"Sorry for the mess. Maid took off for the week."
She giggled tiredly at the joke, watching him pile any stray garbage into his kitchen trash bin.
"It's fine, I'm sure you didn't expect me here." She trailed off before picking at her nails.
"Sorry for showing up unannounced." Her volume decreased, the anxiety creeping back up on her.
He looked at her before shaking his head and trailing back over to her.
"Chrissy, when I said always, I meant always. I'm here for you whenever."
She stared up at him with lovesick eyes.
Eddie smiled at her before licking his lips, looking around frantically.
"Would you um.. like anything to drink? I got beer, whiskey, Dr Pepper.. the finest Chicago tap."
She laughed before shaking her head, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"I'm fine, thank you."
He nodded and placed his hands on his hips before turning away to sit on his sofa.
She followed behind him and sat on the cushion next to his.
It was a peaceful silence, the humming of his ac the only thing interrupting it.
Well at least until-
"What did Carver do now?" He asked, smiling at her annoyed expression.
"Didn't come home tonight." She replied, crossing her legs beneath her body.
"The office closes at 10." He finished, making her sigh.
"I know."
He finally looked at her, brown eyes squinting.
His gaze was so soft, but so stern, deep.
She felt bare beneath his eyes, not like he's never seen her bare before anyways, but she couldn't hide from the intensity of his stare.
He read her with all his knowledge, all the stories Chrissy told him about her marriage clearly buzzing around his mind.
"Why are you with him, Chrissy?"
There it goes.
She looked down, picking at her fingers as she avoided eye contact.
"Stop that," He covered her hand with his, stopping her from causing a bloodbath with her hands.
"I don't know, Eddie. It's been six years, I can't just throw him away like that."
"He clearly has no problem doing that with you."
Her breath caught in her throat.
He was right and she hated it.
Jason never once thought about Chrissy's feelings as he laid in bed with other women.
Never considered how it would affect the foundation they built together, their future.
All of that was just a figment that lived in the back of his mind.
"Look Chrissy, I don't want to dictate what goes on in your marriage. I don't know how you and Jason run things over there either, but what I do know, is that you deserve better."
She looked away, his hands quickly forcing her to look at him.
"You deserve someone that worships the ground you step on, that makes sure you're happy at all times. Not someone that keeps you up past midnight wondering when they're coming home, you're not deserving of that and you shouldn't settle for it either."
She stared at him with wet eyes, she knew he wasn't wrong.
He was telling the truth.
But Chrissy was scared.
What if she never finds someone who treats her the way she deserves?
What if she's forever stuck chasing after a high she could never reach?
"All of that is just fiction, Eddie. Nobody is actually willing to do that for me."
This time he looked at her with broken eyes, disbelief painting his face.
"You remember when you first came to my place crying about him?"
She nodded.
"Yeah? Remember when you cried in my arms and I cradled you, reminding you that I'm always there if you need a shoulder to cry on?"
She nodded again, reminiscing the words that slipped from his lips.
"Remember when we had sex afterwards, and I reassured you that I was willing to do whatever I could to satisfy you and make you feel cared for."
"I.. I do."
"And I meant all of it Chrissy. Every. Single. Fucking. Word."
Her heart was pounding, his fist tightening around her hands as she absorbed his words.
"Eddie—"
"Let me give you what you deserve."
Her lips moved before she could control them and soon they were on his.
He kissed her back hungrily, swallowing her mews as he cupped her jaw.
Chrissy moaned as he licked into her mouth, circling her tongue with his.
Her arms flew to his neck, the woman desperately pulling him closer to her body.
Eddie lifted onto his knees and over her as he speedily tugged his shirt over his head, stumbling a bit before stabilizing himself with the armrest.
Chrissy allowed her head to fall back against the seat as his lips ran down her neck, nipping and kissing the smooth surface.
"Wanna worship you.. gonna take care of you so good baby."
And she was looking forward to it.
Her stomach jumped in excitement as he unbuttoned her nightshirt, and tearing off a few white buttons in the process, while sucking at her pulse point.
She panted as his lips followed his hands the further down they went, leaving wet kisses on her powdery skin until her shirt was fully open.
A sharp gasp left her once he made oral contact with her nipple, abusing the bud with sweet torture as he swirled his tongue around it before biting it softly.
"Eddieee." She dragged out, her cunt squeezing around absolutely nothing as she rolled her hips up against his.
He pulled away with a loud pop, staring at her with crazed eyes.
"Patience baby, we got all night."
"Eddie, I need you so bad." She pleaded with pouted lips, looking down at him.
"And I got you, promise ." He whispered before putting his mouth back to work.
He kissed down her body until his was halfway on the floor.
Eddie tugged her hips towards the edge of the couch prior to tucking his fingers beneath both the waistband of her pajama pants and panties.
He pulled down both layers while watching a thin line of her slick connect the pink lace and her cunt.
"Eddie? Please- oh.." Her words melting on her tongue the second that his stroked up and down her labia, slowly testing the waters
Her hands flew to the cushion beneath her, her heart beating hard and fast as he repeated the action over and over again.
"Eddie, that feels so good—please-" He cut her off as he circled her clit just before flattening his tongue on it.
He groaned hungrily at her taste, licking at her messy and rough.
His hands moved from her thighs to the couch, dragging across the plush cotton until he found hers.
Her balled up fists unclenched, opening up for his hands that were now linked together with hers.
She was a desperate horny wreck beneath him.
Loud cries slipped from her lips involuntarily, the sounds getting louder and louder with each passing second.
She's never experienced something like this before meeting him.
Yeah, she and Jason had their occasional vanilla sex when one of his mistress weren't available.
It always started with him giving her cringe doggy eyes while bringing up how they were married and should do what married people do.
But none of those dry shaky strokes were worthy of any comparison to Eddie's tongue.
The pink muscle sucking and lapping at her clit, brainwashing her to forget all of her issues from just minutes ago, and making her focus on the patterns he created with his mouth instead.
"Eddieee.. oh baby!" She mewled, hands gripping his as her thighs began to sputter around his head.
Her nails dug into the back of his hands, her feathery whines turning into short staccato winces.
She sung a string of his name, hips rolling up against his face as his tongue was no longer the only thing fulfilling her needs.
His mouth trailed down further, tongue plunging into her pussy as his nose dragged up and down her lips with each move.
She screamed above him, basking in the moment as his mouth worshipped her like a queen.
Her crooked teeth captured her bottom lip as she lifted her head to look down at Eddie, desperate to see him.
She half expected him to be caught up in the moment as well, his main focus being her pussy and her pussy only.
Not once did she expect to meet his eyes, a dangerous glare in the darkened brown orbs.
He looked hungry, greedily licking at her as if he had no plans to stop indulging in her anytime soon.
A hot shiver ran down her spine, her back arching as she trembled underneath him, breathy wet sobs bouncing off the walls as her stomach sucked in.
Her legs tightened around his head as she fell off that edge.
She thrashed against his face, wildly riding out her orgasm.
He laughed as he licked up the new gush of arousal that he also caused.
Once her moans weakened to small pants, her legs unclenched, releasing his head.
The blonde now rest under his touch like a wilted flower, body limp and drained.
He licked his lips before kissing up her body, leaving wet kiss marks on her clammy skin.
Chrissy sighed as he pushed their hands onto either side of her head, placing his lips on hers.
She moaned into his mouth, tasting herself on his tongue.
"Wanna fuck you right here." He groaned as she caught her breath beneath him.
"Want it.. want it so fucking bad." She agreed, staring right into his eyes.
It was out of character for Chrissy to be so vulgar.
She was never one to curse much as it never exactly rolled off her tongue.
But with Eddie, it just came to her so easily.
"Turn over."
And she listened immediately, turning over and getting on her knees, folding her arms on the armrest of the sofa before resting her cheek on them.
He soon joined behind her, hands drifting under her shirt, moving up and down her spine, the backs of her thighs, her shoulders.
Nothing within his reach went untouched, and Chrissy loved it.
"So beautiful.. Jason's a fucking fool."
Her lips curled into a small smile as he rubbed his thumb against the knobs of her spine.
Eddie quietly gasped before he looked over at the coffee table, rummaging through the scattered knick knacks, puzzle pieces, stray joint roaches, beer bottle caps, and other random things until he found the light blue foil.
He released a sound of relief as he ripped it open with his teeth, pulling out what he needed, and discarding the wrapper onto the floor.
The man rolled the latex over himself before placing his hands on her ass.
Chrissy inhaled shakily as she sensed the weight of him loom over her, his warm breath on the back of her ear.
"You okay, baby?"
She nodded, feeling her cunt get achier the longer she went without him.
"Y-Yes."
He then kissed her neck as he ran himself through her slick folds.
"Please." She mewed, making him cock his head in confusion.
"Please?" He echoed.
"P-Please stop teasing me? I need you in me, Eddie."
He hummed as he circled her back with gentle thumbs, fully peeling off her shirt before kissing her shoulders.
Within seconds, Chrissy's jaw dropped and he pushed in slowly, deeper and deeper by the inch until he bottomed out.
She whimpered softly into the crease of her elbow as his hips rolled against hers slowly.
So, so slowly.
He was hitting all the right spots, but Christ this pace was paining her to her core.
Therefore she had to take matters into her own hands.
The blonde pushed her hips back into his, meeting his lazy thrusts, slightly clenching around him with each one.
Eddie gritted his teeth, a dark laugh shaking the atmosphere as he placed his hands on her hips, going slightly faster.
Chrissy moaned softly, eyes closing blissfully as he fucked her carefully.
Jason was usually so rough with her, his body rutting against hers like a manic dog until he got his release.
She usually had to force moans out but tonight there was none of that.
The noises left her with ease, Eddie didn't have to do much for Chrissy to be at his beck and call, and she clearly didn't have to do much for him either.
He sucked at her neck, his tongue lapping against her vanilla scented skin as his arm snaked her waist, pulling her up closer to him.
"Eddie.. oh Eddie.." She cried out light and airy, reaching back to cup his head.
"Fuck baby, love when you say my name like that, sounds so sexy." He groaned into her ear.
Oh God.
Chrissy's stomach flipped at his words, she forgot how good he was at dirty talk.
"Eddie, more." She uttered, nails digging into his scalp, making him growl.
"Mmm, more what Chris, gotta talk to me baby."
"More— faster, harder please?"
"So polite, such a good girl." As a reward, his pace quickened, his lips going to her neck with a groan.
Her head fell back against his shoulder at the praise, Eddie smirking against her skin.
"Just like that Eddie— fuck."
"Is it good baby?" He asked, already knowing the answer, pressing his hand into her abdomen.
Chrissy jolted with a shout, losing her balance and leaving him to hold her up, pinning her body against his.
"So close already? The fun was just getting started." He spoke with a playful sadness, secretly finding joy in the way her thighs trembled.
"I-I'm sorry—"
"Shh. Don't apologize to me sweet girl, we got all the time to make up for it." He cooed, reassuring her.
They actually did not have all the time to make up for it.
Matter of fact, Chrissy would need to be home before noon tomorrow.
But that wasn't on her mind right now.
Not much was on her mind with him pounding into her, his groans and her moans going in and out of her ears, and his blunt nails digging into the pudge of her hips.
She sung a chain of his name, repeating all she knew as the molten ball of lust in her stomach grew.
"Oh!" She squealed, turning her head to stuff her face in his neck, his hips increasing in speed.
Ringed fingers flew to her clit, drawing out long shaky moans from her as he circled the bundle of nerves recklessly.
"Come on Chrissy— fuck fuck—almost there."
"Eddie—oh! Mmph-"
She fell back against him, everything spilling from her at once as she tumbled off that edge.
Chrissy's vision flooded with stars, her eyes closing tightly as her body turned into pure static.
Eddie's free hand clasped over her mouth, blocking out her cries with a heavy hand as he rammed into her with quick, rough thrusts.
"Atta girl, that's my girl."
His.
He released her frame, allowing her to melt into the couch, but quickly blanketed her with his own.
His lips roamed up and down her back, his groans vibrating against her skin.
"Fuck Chrissy.. God you're so good for me.. I'll take such good care of you fuck—"
His harsh movements now stuttering and his groans softening into whimpers.
"Chrissy! Shitshitshitshitohfuck!"
His teeth sunk into her shoulder as he spilled into the condom, the newfound warmth and pain pulling moans from her numb lips.
Eddie shuddered above her as his hips came to a stop.
Chrissy reached behind her to comb through his now fully ruined bun with delicate fingers.
He lifted his head away from her shoulder, shifting just enough so that their faces could meet.
The illicit pair kissed sloppily as they both came down from their highs.
He smiled against her cheek, humming softly into her skin.
"Oh my God." She sighed peacefully, enjoying the weight of his body on hers.
"Yeah... was-was that okay?" He asked, voice soft and gentle unlike minutes prior.
Chrissy furrowed her brows, looking up at him with a stumped expression.
"Was the screaming to the top of my lungs not enough of an answer for you?"
He leaned down to kiss the corner of her mouth, laughing breathily.
"Just wanted wordy confirmation."
She laughed along with him as he began to lick at her cheek.
"Eddie! Gosh your neighbors probably hate me now."
Eddie smiled against her skin, shaking his head.
"Nah. If anything, they were probably listening."
Chrissy's smile faltered, making his just grow even bigger.
The following afternoon, Eddie pulled his station wagon in front of the high rise apartment, a somewhat bigger contrast from his own.
Chrissy teased the gray tee shirt he offered her, an apology for practically ruining her night set.
She giggled to herself about how it didn’t match the baby blue pajama pants.
Eddie looked over with a smile, turning down the radio.
"Well we're here." He said, a hint of sadness in his tone.
The blonde nodded, a pained smile on her face as she looked out the window, staring at the glass building with solemn eyes.
"Hey," he called out, Chrissy looking at him immediately, "I can take you somewhere else."
She shook her head before undoing her seatbelt.
"It's fine, I'll be fine."
Eddie smiled at her, but it didn't meet his eyes.
"Yeah, you will be."
He cautiously leaned towards her, waiting for her reaction before pressing his lips to hers.
The tension in Chrissy's chest slackening with his touch.
All her worries flowing away with one simple gesture.
She pulled away, not because she wanted to, but because she had to.
She smiled at him crookedly one more time before opening the car door.
Just as she stepped out, Eddie spoke again.
"Chrissy?"
She looked at him with risen eyebrows.
"If you need me, you know where I am."
Her smile grew wider, nodding her head.
"See you tomorrow, Eddie."
"8AM sharp, Chris."
She giggled and closed the car door, waving at him just before running into the glass apartment building.
She didn't look back at him, fearing that she'd run right back into his arms.
And he'd have no problem with her doing so.