Walking The Line Ch. 08

Though the tornado itself didn't last long, the storms it brought with it have been incessant, not breaking for even a minute.

It's still spring, so temperamental weather is to be expected. But the downpour brings bitingly cold weather and the occasional flash flood. It doesn't bode well for flowers and all that jazz, but Chris has never been particularly obsessed with maintaining his lawn, so he doesn't care.

It's been two days since the tornado fiasco, and Chris barely catches the sound of the doorbell over the thunderous downpour. Lightning strikes in the distance, briefly illuminating the dimly lit room. He's been watching TV all afternoon, relaxing as Hazel is still at work.

He gets up and groans as his joints crack and ache slightly, evidence of being in the same spot for too long. He practically limps to answer the door as he tries and fails to get his knees to unlock.

He opens it and is shocked to see Avery standing under the awning, completely soaked, looking despondently at the beaten-up welcome mat that's been there since the day they moved in.

"Can I come in?" She murmurs, voice sounding far away, and Chris's heart squeezes painfully. He nods, then steps to the side to give Avery access. She ambles inside, seeming unusually glum.

Chris wants to reach out and wrap his arms around her, but he hesitates and he's unsure why. He's not certain how that's any worse than what they've been doing thus far, but deep down, he just feels that it's wrong, so he keeps his arms limply at his sides, letting Avery take the lead, as always.

Of course, even through her apparent despair, she takes charge beautifully. Eyebrows furrow as she leans up and wraps an arm around Chris's neck, soaking his shirt and bringing him down for a lengthy kiss.

It's hot and wet and off. Something about all of this is simply off-putting in a way that Chris can't seem to put his finger on.

But he's a man first, and a person second, so he shoves the tiny voice in the back of his head away and leans into the kiss, letting their bodies press together in the doorway as thunder claps overhead. Avery jumps in response, biting Chris, and causing him to yelp.

They wrench themselves apart as they stare at each other with wide eyes, at a loss for words. Avery starts giggling, and Chris laughs heartily as well. The shock from the noise seemingly brings them both out of their stupors.

"If we do anything now, how will you explain to your wife how you got wet?" Avery whispers, some of the gloom from earlier dissipating now that she has a hand planted firmly on Chris's chest. Chris scoops it up and allows his fingers to slide between hers, smiling warmly at the blonde who excites him in ways he never dreamed possible.

"We'll just have to get soaked." He winks, and she smiles, eyes twinkling with the same mischief that once made him weary, but now rejuvenates and calms him. "Absolutely soaked, so there's plausible deniability."

Chris watches as the gears turn in Avery's head, pursing her lips as if she were just given a riddle to solve. Then, she bounces on the balls of her feet, once it all finally clicks into place.

"Your shower?"

Chris nods once, squeezing her hand and smiling even wider when she squeezes it back. She turns a sly eye towards the staircase leading to the master bedroom and nods in its direction. "Lead the way." Her voice is hushed but sultry despite the quiet tone. Chris turns to walk towards it, but is halted by another loud clap of thunder, and the power cutting out.

They both yelp once again and immediately burst into hysterics upon noting how distraught the other had become. It's just a storm, and here they are carrying on like school children.

"Now you really can't tell my wife." Chris muses, getting used to dark humor in Avery's company. "She'll never see me as a man again."

"Deal, I'll tell my husband instead."

"That doesn't sound like a great idea either." Chris snorts, and Avery giggles, clearly enjoying that Chris is warming up to her sense of humor. It used to have his panties in a bunch, and now it gets them on the floor faster. Oh, how the times change.

If they can't laugh at their shared trauma, they'll cry. And they're already fucking, what's a little smack talk behind their respective partners back? At the very least, Chris still doesn't feel like he's crossed irreparable lines--nothing worse than what Hazel has done.

Though the power is off, Chris knows his house well enough to guide them up the stairs towards the master bed and bath. They have plenty of time before Hazel comes home, so he's not worried. If anything, he's excited to do it in the shower. It's not something he's ever gotten to try with Hazel, seeing as she was concerned about safety and all.

A fair thing to be worried about, but still. He would have at least liked to have tried.

They get each other's clothes off in record time, fumbling about in the dark, and chuckling every time one pokes or prods the other in a decidedly nonsexy way. Despite bumbling, the darkness only serves to heighten the sensation of skin caressing skin, carefully removing each article of clothing due to lack of sight. Thunder claps and lightning strikes every so often, illuminating the room so they see each other briefly.

They don't have well water, so they can still use the shower even during the outage. Chris uses muscle memory to slide the glass door open and hop in, guiding Avery over the small step that could trip one up, even in the light.

He slides the door shut and turns the water on; they both hiss and press up against each other as cold water fans over their naked bodies, though it does nothing to dull the fire Chris feels inside of himself. The water sizzles against their skin, feeling refreshing and invigorating, allowing them to close the gap once more.

Chris leans down and plants a kiss on the side of Avery's mouth. She huffs and guides him to her lips, and they begin to make out in earnest. They melt into one another as the shower grows warmer, forcing their bodies to meld and become one.

Avery leans up and wraps her arms around Chris's neck as he ghosts his fingers through her hair, enjoying how damp it feels. The shower washes off the despair from the downpour, replacing it with something much more lighthearted and sexy. Perhaps Chris should have asked what was wrong, but maybe Avery would have rejected such a thing. Perhaps this is what she needs, not a shoulder to cry on, but a body to have fun with. He can be her human stress ball, for lack of a better analogy.

The water grows scalding and fogs up the room quickly, forcing their bodies to flush and burn, heated skin growing impossibly hotter by the second. Chris guides Avery's hands forward, knowing his shower well enough to tell where the wall should be. She murmurs a quick thanks as she braces against the wall, eager and ready.

Chris grabs his cock as Avery leans up, her plump ass ghosting his shaft and quickening his pulse. He takes a moment to pause and hold it, kneading it between his fingers as she sighs in appreciation.

"Has anyone ever told you how thick you are?"

"Are you trying to use the kids' new slang?" She groans, shaking her head and sending water droplets flying everywhere. "Stick to what you know, Chris."

"Curvy?" He asks, trying a more age-appropriate word on for size, and Avery laughs again.

"I'll allow it."

Chris grins in the dark to himself, enjoying their silly banter. He's unsure if he could do this with someone less talkative than Avery, but then again, he's uncertain if he'd even want to. And he's even less certain what that says about him.

Chris teases Avery by letting his cock slip and slide against her backside, caressing her entrance with the tip, and then letting it slide to her clit. She shudders, clutching at the slick walls, with nowhere to go, she's at the mercy of his teasing.

Nowhere to go, but not no way to fight back against him. She cups her hands and throws them behind her, hitting Chris in the face with some water and forcing him to gasp and sputter.

"Hurry it up back there." She calls out as she giggles, and Chris squares his shoulders.

She's just declared war.

He slides into her smoothly in one quick go, and she gasps, knees immediately shaking from the swift force of the intrusion. It's easy enough, seeing as she's sufficiently warmed up, but it's not enough for Chris. He wants complete revenge, to have her wet in all the fun ways and then some, begging for him to come inside of her.

He grabs her chest, cupping her tits and squeezing, leveraging his weight to force her further towards the wall. She ducks under the stream as she moves forward, but not before getting a face full of water.

"You fight dirty." She moans, letting her head roll back onto his chest, leaning against it as he slowly rocks into her. Though he's got a steady grip, the water still makes things unbearably slippery, and a Looney Tunes-esque fall and subsequent trip to the emergency room is the un-sexiest thing he can think of.

"No way," he mutters, kissing her neck as his small thrusts penetrate the exact right spot, causing her to gasp, barely getting enough air through the shower steam. "We're bathing, so nothing is dirty."

"Not even me?" She asks, voice low and sexy. She giggles as his kisses stop momentarily, hesitating as he mulls over her question.

"The exception to the rule." He allows and then sucks on her neck lightly, careful to not leave bruises. She sighs in appreciation, and begins to rock back onto his thick cock. Meeting him halfway and causing the bathroom to be flooded with the sound of wet skin smacking. It's loud, but the shower head is more audible. Chris has half a mind to grab it and bring it to her clit, but he fears that it's too hot as it is, so he'll save that trick for another time.

He lets one of his hands massaging her breasts reach down and around her, teasing her front with slippery fingers. Her breath hitches and catches in her throat, and she gasps as he slowly begins to massage her clit, careful to keep his hands wet as he delicately touches her.

He licks her neck and appreciates the way she shivers beneath his touch.

Chris continues to snap his hips, shallowly thrusting into her tight heat as she rocks back into him. They set a pleasant pace, not too rough or fast, but enough to get them off in due time. The thunder continues to bellow around them, but they pay it no mind, too busy enjoying each other to be worried about the storm just outside. It sounds distant to Chris's ears, as his senses are full of Avery. The way she sounds, the way she tastes, the way she feels on his dick and fingertips. Every aspect of her is around him, and it's blissful.

She squeezes on his cock, pussy spasming as his short thrusts make her crazy. Her breath catches and she chokes on her moans, delighting in the way he fucks her just right, and plays languidly with her clit at the same time. Though she so often gets the upper hand in their encounters, Chris smiles to himself as he's finally been able to catch her off guard in some small way, to knock the wind out of her chest and fill her mind with nothing but him.

She moans his name like a mantra, needy and high pitched, it fills him with pride and his cock jolts in excitement. He accidentally thrusts in a little too hard, and she groans loudly. His hips stutter, and she reaches around to grab them, forcing them towards her.

"Do that again." She demands, voice low and desperate. She drops her hands once he picks up the pace, and she begins to moan in time with his hard thrusts, finally penetrating her deeper, letting her feel every inch of his twitching cock.

She gasps and puts her hands back on the wall, keeping her balance as he fucks up into her, causing her to shake and shudder, tits jiggling as she's at the mercy of his brutal pace. Every harsh snap of his hips sends him deeper into her, and she spasms, eagerly taking his cock and crying out for more.

She rocks back and Chris groans, appreciating the way her ass meets his hips every time he plunges into her. He feels so hot that it's unbearable, but he can't stop when they're almost at the finish line.

They fuck each other hard and fast, Avery clinging to the wall for balance and Chris clinging to Avery, as they desperately chase their respective orgasms. Chris flicks his hand quickly against Avery's clit, having built up enough steam to be able to play with her rough and fast. She moans and shudders, spreading her legs even further apart as she cries out his name.

"Chris! Fuck!" She shivers again, and then begins to spasm against his cock, and Chris knows she's coming.

"It's so deep, so good." She cries out as he pounds into her, fucking her through her orgasm as her gasps roll into her moans, her words and cries of pleasure blend and become nearly interchangeable, where he can no longer tell when she's speaking and when she's moaning.

"Fuck, yes-" she gasps out as he finally comes as well, he groans as she squeezes around him, enticing him into her even further, and he obliges. A few quick snaps of his hips and he's so deep inside of her pussy that it has them both nearly toppling over.

They stand their ground and groan together. "Fuck you're so wet." Chris gets out as he finishes coming inside of her.

Avery laughs and continues to breathe heavily. The steam is overpowering, and she shuts the water off as Chris slides out of her.

"Well, I'd certainly hope so, after all of that." She laughs, and Chris rolls his eyes.

Another clap of thunder is heard as they make their way out of the shower, allowing the evidence of their coupling to be washed down the drain, but this time, it seems rather far away, and Chris is sure that the worst of the storm is now over.