Break You Down

Good Guy

Brittany POV

“Ugh,” I wiggled in agitation, feeling Hailey’s dog, Hunter’s tongue licking on my neck. “Go away you stupid puppy,” I groaned, rolling over to get away.

The deep chuckling that followed made me confused, the grogginess fading from my mind. I rolled back over, forcing open one eye. My heart beat wildly when I saw Chris instead of that dumb dog.

“What the hell?” I looked around disoriented in the unfamiliar room. It took my brain another few seconds to remember I had moved into my own house yesterday. Then, the memories from last night hit me all at once. “Crap,” I groaned, covering my face with my hands. Why, oh why did I drink so much last night?

“Good morning to you too, sunshine,” Chris laughed softly, not put off by my pissy, regretful mood. He pulled my naked body close to his and nuzzled his nose against my face.

“I told you to go,” I grumbled.

“Hmm, I remember you telling me to c*m a number of times last night.”

My gosh. I didn’t even drink that much. Just enough to lower my guard. What’s worse is, I remember everything that happened. I can’t even blame Chris. I remember this overwhelming sense of loneliness coming over me the moment he walked out the door, and when he came back, I didn’t think about the reasons for pushing him away. All I could think about was how good it felt to be kissed by this man.

“What time is it?” I mumbled, rolling over to grab my phone. Only, I had no idea where my phone was.

“Whatcha lookin’ for?” Chris asked, rubbing his hands up my arm when I leaned up to look around.

“My phone.”

“Oh,” he said unenthusiastically. He rolled to grab something off the floor, then handed it to me.

That’s right. I gave it to him last night. It was off, so I hit the power button hoping it wasn’t dead. I don’t know where I put my charger yet. Luckily, it still had a third power left.

“I had to turn it off because your school kept calling again,” Chris mumbled. He didn’t look too happy about it. The calls must have been coming nonstop.

I looked at the call log and my stomach dropped, seeing the top line black as the others were all red. “You answered it?!”

Christ shrugged. “I thought it might be important.”

Fuck. “Wh-what did you…. What did he….?”

“He, meaning professor dickhead?” Chris raised his eyebrows.

I bit my bottom lip and nodded once.

“Professor Dickhead asked for you, and I simply told him you were unavailable. When I tried to take a message, he hung up. Nothing exciting.”

“Good,” I sighed. The call log showed they only talked for 46 seconds. Not much can be said in 46 seconds.

“I may have said something about you being in the shower. He sounded a bit pissed over that.”

“Oh, gosh,” I groaned, throwing my head back and covering my face. Leave it to Chris to not only answer that call, but also say some s**t like that.

“Professor Dickhead has a temper,” Chris said in a pouty voice.

I stared at his solemn expression for a moment, then burst out laughing. He looked perplexed for a second, then started chuckling too.

“What? What’s so funny?”

“He does have a temper,” I choked out through bursts of giggles. “And you’re you.”

“I’m me?! What does that mean?”

“You’re just funny,” I wiped tears from my eyes. “My gosh, I can just picture that conversation.” I could see them having a conversation now in my head. Elias would be all stiff and gruff, using big words or complex phrases, while Chris just acted like Chris, never being serious and being simple and sarcastic. They’re the total opposite of one another, and I still feel like Chris would somehow use his simple straightforwardness to win any argument.

“Is that a good or a bad thing?” Chris narrowed his eyes at me, “because mama always told me I’m a catch.”

“I’m sure she did,” I giggled, rolling to stare at him. “She probably told you you’re special too.”

“How’d you guess?” He smiled proudly, which made me laugh even harder.

When he pulled me towards him, I didn’t stop him. I giggled until he had my body lying on top of his. Then, I pressed my lips together, staring at his scruffy face, liking the way his smile lines wrinkled his eyes and somehow made his mouth more attractive. I couldn’t stop myself from tracing those lines with my fingers. When they grazed the corner of his lips, he turned and kissed my fingertips.

It’s morning and I’m no longer drunk. I have no excuses to cover for my attraction to this man.

“You can kiss me if you want. I won’t stop you.”

“My breath probably stinks.”

“Ehh,” she shrugged, not denying it but acting like it wasn’t a big deal.

“Your breath probably stinks,” I scoffed.

“We can stink it up in here then.”

I giggled at his logic. He leaned in and bad breath was the last thing on my mind when he started to kiss me. His knees pushed between mine, forcing my legs apart and up, then he grabbed my thighs and had me straddling him. His firmness was pressing into my naked center in a delicious way.

The sun wasn’t even all the way up in the sky and we were about to do this again. I knew Hailey would still be asleep for another few hours, and I couldn’t think of any other reasons any longer to resist. When he started to grind against me, gripping my ass to move me back and forth against him, I wanted more.

“Mmh, I hate to stop for anything, but I used every condom I had last night,” Chris groaned, nuzzling my face. He stopped rocking his body underneath mine with regretful restraint.

I lifted my chin, giving him access to my neck. “No need to stop,” I whispered. “I’m on the pill.”

“f**k yes,” he moaned, then rolled us over so he had me pinned underneath him. He suckled my chest, his tongue lapping around my pebbled n****e. I was growing wetter and wetter by the second. “You have the most perfect t**s,” he groaned, biting down on the fatty flesh. I was going to have marks all over my breasts by the time he was done. I f*****g love my chest being played with. He must have caught on to that, because he was relentless.

“f**k me, Chris,” I begged.

I felt his smile against my skin. “I thought you wanted me to go?”

I groaned in frustration. “f**k me or I’m kicking you out myself.”

“Cumming it is,” he said with a cocky smirk, then thrust himself inside of me. My back arched and eyes closed at the sweet invasion. “You have the most perfect p***y too.”

“Shut up,” I moaned, trying to focus on the aching pleasure pulling at my core.

“So f*****g good, Brittany,” he cooed roughly in my ear, dipping his head to suck on my breasts once more. “You’re so damn tight,” he said around my nipple.”

“Chris!” I jerked my head down to stare at him, a smile on my face. “Shut up!”

“Yes ma’am,” he smirked, then really started to pound into me. He was still murmuring simple nothings to me, praises and kinky s**t, but I was getting lost in the tingling building between my legs. If I listened too much to the things Chris was saying, it was going to start going to my head. He was talking like you would to a girlfriend, not a one-night stand or random hook-up, which I’m still assuming that's all this is.

When I felt the damn about to break, Chris cupped my face between his hands, forcing me to look at him. He was staring down at me with an expression I was scared of. It was so tender, and so heartfelt, it was like he was lost in my world and never wanted to break free.

“So beautiful,” he said softly, his voice as tender as his face.

When he kissed me, I gasped, my orgasm breaking free. He sailed right through my guttural cries, making my toes curl and scrape down his legs. When his legs started to go stiff and tense, I felt a gush of warmth rushing inside of me.

His groans were so sexy, and the pure gratification on his scruffy, handsome face had my chest swelling with satisfaction. I bit my lip, feeling sated and content. Chris started to plant gentle kisses all over my face, nuzzling his nose against mine, and whispering words of affirmation in my ear. Being treated so affectionately is not something I am used to. I close my eyes tightly to stop my emotions from showing. It’s embarrassing how much this is affecting me.

When Chris slid out of me, rolling over to pull my body against his, I sank into his warmth. This was also something I wasn’t used to. The tender cuddles after s*x. My throat felt clogged and my eyes started to burn, the sweetest getting to me.

“Get some more sleep, beautiful. I’ll wake you up with something you’ll really like in a little bit.”

I choked on a laugh, that statement not fitting with the tender mood. If it wasn’t for this man’s mouth….

“Okay,” I just said, sinking my face into the crevice of his arm, still feeling the effects from before he opened his mouth. I wasn’t going to let my walls drop so easily, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel content in Chris’s arms.

~

Chris POV

It took about ten minutes for Brittany’s muffled snoring to start again, and I knew she was out. She went wild last night, so I knew she had to be exhausted. I didn’t mean to wake her this morning when I started kissing her, but she had the cutest, sexiest, yummiest looking freckle on the back of her neck and I couldn’t stop myself from nibbling on it a bit.

I kissed her temple, praying she wouldn’t wake up. When she didn’t, I gently rolled her to the other side and made sure she was good and tucked in, then kissed her freckled temple one last time before slipping out of bed.

Damn, I didn’t want to, but I also didn’t want to disappoint her when she woke up again and I didn’t have what I was already planning on going to get.

Her phone was tangled up in the bed, and fell on the floor when I rolled off. I grimaced at it before picking it up and setting it on the little bedside table. She didn’t have any notifications, thank the sweet baby Jesus, but I still felt a little sour about the whole Professor Dickhead nonsense.

Who the hell was the guy and why was he calling her so many stinking times? She acted weird when I mentioned him too.

Her little fit of giggles was adorable when I mentioned my conversation with him last night though. Damn, I love how she throws her entire body into her laughs. She holds nothing back. At least with her laughs she doesn’t. Her guard is still up and rock solid ninety percent of the time. That ten percent when she lets herself be vulnerable though….. She’s f*****g gorgeous. Like a pure ray of sunshine. I can’t believe it took a drunken night at the bar for me to fully notice.

I eyed her phone for a few more seconds, then decided to take it with me. Not because I was worried about Professor Dickhead calling again, but because I wanted her to sleep. It was for totally selfless reasons. She told me to watch her phone for her anyway. I'm just carrying out the task I was given. Nothing more.

I had to get one more kiss right on her lips before slinking out of the room. It made her snore catch in her throat, and I held my breath, waiting for her to mumble for the stupid dog to go away again, but she made a little snorting sound after a few seconds and went back to her cute snoring again.

When I got out to the hallway, I slowly closed the door, careful it didn’t make a sound before turning to face the hallway. When I got to the end of it, I almost leaped out of my pants, seeing Hailey lying on the couch, her iPad in her hands while cartoons silently played on her screen.

Crap. I thought the kid would still be asleep.

“Uh, hey kiddo. Whatchu doin’ up so early?”

Hailey let out the heaviest little sigh I’ve ever heard, dropped her iPad in her lap, then turned to look at me. “Watching Tool Time.” She looked me over for a second, then a slow smile formed on her little face. “What are you doing here so early, Mr. Chris? I thought Aunt Brit told you to go home?”

My whole body seemed to freeze over. “I was, uh, just…. I was coming to bring you guys breakfast!” I said quickly. It was kind of the truth. I was about to head out to pick something up before Brit woke back up.

Hailey made a point of looking at my empty hands, then back at me. “I don’t see no breakfast.”

“That’s because I haven’t gotten it yet,” I said sheepishly.

She looked like the old hussies at the coffee shop when they discovered new juicy secrets about someone they were looking forward to turning into hot gossip.

“Mama is going to be so happy,” she said in a gleeful tone.

I knitted my brows, tilting my head in confusion. “What do you mean by that?”

“Oh, you know, because mama said she likes you better than the other guy. We’re supposed to be rooting for you and not telling dad.”

“What other guy?”

Hailey shrugged. “Mama didn’t tell me that. She just said there was a bad guy and a good guy, and you were the good guy so we have to root for you.”

“Did she now?” I’m wracking my brain, trying to figure out who this bad guy could be. Was it the same douchebag that was calling her on repeat last night? Professor Dickhead? Is that why she left school early? Was a professor harassing her?

I felt for the phone in my pocket, happy I decided to bring it with me.

“Can I come with you to get breakfast?” Hailey asked, jumping up from the couch.”

“Uh, sure kid,” I said, still thinking about who this bad guy could be.