Christifornication by AaronThMi
Chap. 1: Unusual Beginnings
Her lips taste sweeter than any fruit I could have imagined even with the alcohol polluting our breaths. I am feeling dizzy as the elevator moves floor to floor droning the toon Take Five by Dave Brubeck. Such a random thing to remember at this moment.
My hands are roaming her ass and legs. Her hot elevated breath on my face. Finally, the ding for the top floor rings, and we stumble in each other's arms out of the elevator into the hallway. Our mouths break apart, and we laugh as we search the hallway for other hotel patrons. Luckily, the hallway is empty. We begin running towards my room, giggling like school children all the way. We know this is mischievous given her wedding to my brother is tomorrow, but with Ana, everything is an adventure.
I've known Ana since high school. We met freshman year in Integrated Physics and Chemistry and had been friends ever since. We tried dating, and it lasted about a week before we both knew (or thought we did give this current circumstance) that it wouldn't be for us. We always got into trouble together, though. All through high school. Parties, late nights, skipping class senior year, just normal high school friends. Then we separated during college, but always managed to keep in touch over those four years before both of us returned to Seattle and started working. I created my, now multi-billion dollar business and Ana went into publishing. She managed to meet Elliot at a public fundraiser and after all the time they never considered each other as possible dating companions, they finally hit it off. Now, a year later, they're set to be married…tomorrow. That's not my problem, though.
Years as a bachelor have changed the boy I was in high school. Now, at 27, I am a man and a very successful bachelor. So, naturally, I have been enjoying all the perks of a wealthy 27-year-old. Women flock to me. None that I would consider for more than one night of dancing and sex, though. Not even at this moment am I finding Ana to be more than a one night stand and indeed a fun one considering the elevator ride.
How did I get here? Let me back up just a little. After the bachelor party, we met back in the lobby of the hotel and rest of the guys decided to go bar hopping. As best man, I sent Elliot back to his room because no one wants to see a hungover groom. Once I had him tucked away, I made my way back to the lobby and stumbled upon the returning bridesmaids. We chatted and I told them about the guys going bar hopping, so they decided to go too. All except, you guessed it, Ana. This is where being best friends for years had its perks. The Maid of Honor (Ana's college roommate Kate) trusted her to me. I was to make sure she made it to her room as safely as Elliot so, again, no one had to see a hungover bride either. Fine, I can be trusted with this, even in my drunken state. All was fine till Ana asked while we waited for the elevator, "How come we never kissed before?"
I went bachelor mode and responded as smooth as I could.
"If you're so curious why not try now?"
She moved towards me and before I knew it were in the elevator, alone, hands all over.
Which brings me back to now.
We're at my door and again locked to each other's faces. I'm fumbling with the damn key card and Ana's not helping by stroking my cock through my jeans. I finally manage to swipe the door and we stumble in smashing into the cheap hallway entry table. Now the action really begins to pick up. We're all but ripping each other's clothes off. I'm trying not to shred her sexy cocktail dress off completely and she is fumbling with the buttons on my shirt.
Finally, I decide just to take it off over her head as we stumble into the suite's bedroom. She gives up on my shirt and rips the last three buttons tossing it to the side as she falls back onto the king size mattress. I smirk and examine her thin, half-naked form. Her supple tits, her fine shaven legs, and the lacy thong that compliments her beautiful ass and exposes her arousal with its soaked front piece.
"Well? Are you done gawking?"
She grins at me as she starts to unbutton my pants. Her hands are expert as she unfastens the button and lowers the zipper. She looks at me. Her eyes are electrifying.
What the hell is happening to me?
Her hand pulls down the waistband of my briefs and relieves my member of his vice like hold. "Wow…" she looks up again and smiles.
"I'm marrying the wrong Grey." Holy shit Ana!
Is all I manage to think before she takes me into her mouth. Jesus Elliot, you lucky asshole.
Her mouth is delectable as she glides it up and down my shaft occasionally looking up and licking the tip to check if I'm enjoying myself. I roll my head back and don't even fight to contain how amazing this feels.
"My turn," I say.
Flipping her on her back and completely removing my pants. She lays back and wriggles on the Egyptian cotton sheets. Softly moaning as I begin kissing up her leg, "Enjoying yourself?" I ask rhetorically.
She nods and clenches as my mouth continues its adventure up her thigh. I tease her by breathing against the wet fabric of her thong, my lips kissing the lacy cloth against her clit.
"Stop please, I want it." She breathlessly moans.
I oblige her. Sliding the thin fabric out of the way my mouth and tongue meet her wet, warm flesh. She groans in pleasure as I softly flick my tongue over her clit. I use my hands to raise her legs, so I have better access to her tender pussy. She is all but writhing in pleasure as she tightly grips the sheets making no effort to keep her voice down. Like I care, top floor suites are made for this kind of fucking.
Not long after Ana, utilizing a hand full of my hair, finally can't take it anymore, "I want you inside me." She pants.
How can I say no to a request like that? I stand, still holding one leg and using my other hand to tease her more with the head of my manhood, "Please, no more, I can't take -" I cut her off as I slide into her. She groans again, gripping the sheets and pushing on my stomach.
"FUCK!" she screams in ecstasy.
I start slow, but only for a few pumps before I develop my rhythms. She is pushing more and wraps her legs around me. A mix of beckoning for more and holding back, unsure I think, that she can handle this much pleasure. We stay like this through her first climax. I want more.
I flip her over and, while still standing with her on the edge of the bed, I enter her again. Her back arches and she pushes into me. I use my now free hands. One hand gives her pliable ass a smack. The other hand is massaging the opposite cheek as I work my thumb towards her fully revealed anus. I use her flowing juices to message around it before taking a risk and sliding into her backdoor. She grabs the sheets again, "Oh! My! God!" she yells into her second climax.
I move faster, feeling the end nearing. She slams back into me, forcing my thumb and member deeper into her well-filled holes. I'm not going to last much longer.
"Fuck Ana! I'm going to come!" I cry feeling my knob pulse as I begin climaxing.
"Give it to me, please!" She responds climaxing for the third time. I fill her up. Each pulse is giving both of us mind-blowing pleasure. I fall atop her panting.
Ana's head snaps up, "Oh shit!"
"What?" I abruptly stand erect.
"What did we just do? Oh my god Christian, I'm marrying your brother tomorrow. How could we do this to him? I'm not on the pill or anything." She sounds troubled, but not upset.
I pull myself from her and go to retrieve a towel.
"Well, we could always not tell him and just not ever do this again. I mean, don't you feel like your curiosity is sedated at this point? Also, there is plan B, or if you're not ovulating, then we should be okay" I mock.
"Shut up; I'm serious," She retorts
"So am I," I answer returning with towels.
We start cleaning up, and Ana looks at me, her cheeks flushed and smiled she says, "That was truly amazing, though. Elliot has never done that with his thumb."
I return her smile, "Well, maybe you just needed to ask." She slaps my arm and starts to get dressed again. The puzzled look is returning to her face.
"We can never tell him, ever. I should be okay without plan B. Elliot would find out if I went to get it. I need to get back to my room before the girls come back."
"I promised Kate you'd make it back safe so let's go."
We redress completely and make our way back to her room.
"Christian?" she says as we reach her door.
"Yes?" I say looking into her beautiful eyes. Damnit
"Thank you." She smiles warmly at me again
"For what?" I ask
"For giving me a night to remember before my wedding tomorrow. I know everything we just did is so wrong, but I loved every minute of it. Maybe I said some things that may have been confusing, but this will never happen again. Okay?"
I nod, "Goodnight Ana."
"Goodnight Christian" she opens the door and walks in. I return to the elevator.
The day of the wedding was one to be remembered. Elliot and Ana made sure no one would ever forget it. The reception was just as lively. The music and dancing. It was like the night before never happened with us. We laughed together. Cracked jokes about the old days. Elliot and I picked on her small, but perfect, imperfections. She left with him, arm in arm, her head on his shoulder. I knew they were meant to be regardless of what happened. I found another woman to share my bed with that night but found myself thinking of the evening before with Ana. Come on Christian. Pull yourself together. That was a one-time thing, and it'll never happen again.
A few weeks pass, I secure another deal for the company and as I am enjoying a post deal drink in my top floor office the phone beeps and my receptionist Andrea comes on, "Mr. Grey?"
"Yes, what is it?"
"There is a call for you, Mrs. Anastasia Grey?"
"Yes, send it through." I'm curious why she's calling me at work. This is abnormal.
"Ana, are you there? What's up?"
"Christian…" she sounds upset, "Can we meet?"
'Sure," I'm concerned that something has happened. Are her and Elliot okay? Yes you idiot, they just got married. Stop living in la la land. It's not like that. "When and where?"
"At the coffee shop across from my work in fifteen minutes. You know the one?" she answers.
"Yes, Moore Coffee Shop, I'm on my way now."
I set my drink down and make my way out grabbing my suit jacket.
"Hold all my calls till I get back, Andrea." She nods and continues working.
It takes me ten minutes to get to the shop. I see Ana through the large paned glass windows. She doesn't have a drink and is sitting slouched in a corner booth. I make my way in and she greets me with a tight embrace. Maybe this is what I thought?
"What's up Ana?" I ask, worried
"Sit, I will explain." She gestures me into the booth. "So…" she begins playing with her hands.
"Ana, just tell me. What's the matter?" I grab her hands to stop her fidgeting. I've never seen her like this.
She looks at me again with those beautiful eyes. Tears begin welling in them, "I'm pregnant."
AN: Well hello patrons of FF. This is a story I've had brewing in my head for a while and finally have a conduit to write it. My wife (eminshall07) introduced me to this site and so I took it upon myself to write this, she is my beta? Couple things: I intend to write more chapters, but I live a very active lifestyle, so don't expect weekly updates or anything. I will update a couple times a month (as my time permits). Second, I appreciate input, but don't assume I'm going to use it. Lastly, and I mean this as politely as possible, if you don't care for the story just save us both time and don't read it.
Notes for the story: Basically most of Christian's background is the same except he's not fucked up in the head and lived a conventional white suburban lifestyle with his adopted family. He started his business without Elena's help, but with money from his parents. The entire story will be in Christian's POV. Maybe my wife will write an Ana POV or something, but I don't know how you people think so I'd like for her to write from a woman's POV.