Title: Angels in a Cage: Chapter Thirty, Blankets and Pillows

Rating: NC-17 [language, alcohol, sex]

Summary: Chris moves into his very own house.  Alyssa bends the rules so much they break...

Following Chris into the new house on Seaview Avenue, Eddie stepped to the side to let Kim exit to retrieve another box.  While he understood why Chris moved out of the house he shared with Susan and then the hotel, he did not entirely understand why Chris had purchased that particular house.  Sure, the views were amazing, especially since it was right on the waterfront.  And the house was only a couple of years old.  It just did not seem to be the best location for Chris to choose.  There certainly was not any protection for the rock star.  Then again, Chris did not have a stalker like Eddie did.  Maybe he did not see that as a possibility.

“Well this is the last of it,” Kim declared, unceremoniously dropping a box near the split stairs. “Not that you have much.”

Chris flinched at hearing something break in the box the guitarist dropped, “Susan kept most of it.  Hell, she bought most of it.  So it was no big deal to me that she kept it.”

“You sure there’s enough room for the,” Eddie’s eyes glanced out the bay of windows looking out over the small grass backyard where Matt played tug-of-war with Chris’s dogs, “dogs?  There isn’t much of a yard.”

“Well right now they basically have the run of the house,” Chris smirked. “There’s enough grass for them to shit on.  And I can always walk them around and stuff.”

“Hey, Ed,” Kim slapped his shoulder, “let’s take your truck to the store and pick up some beer.”

When the two left, Chris moved towards the center of the empty living room.  It really did not feel like a home, but he knew that would change before long.  There had not been much to take from Susan’s house.  The majority of it was all music-related.  His guitars, his records, recording and stereo equipment, and the dogs’ toys had been the most important.  Other than a few boxes of memorabilia from his travels around the world and his clothing, he basically moved into 4600 square foot house with nothing.  He did not even have a bed to sleep on that night; just an air mattress and his sleeping bag.

Yet he did not really care.  It was very nice to get away from Susan and start over.  They had legally separated, but as long as the band was together and their contract with her active, he did not feel he could pull the plug on their marriage.  He would not risk the band like that.  Besides, Alyssa seemed to understand.

Alyssa.

Glancing at his watch, he smiled to himself.  He still had over an hour before needing to head the coffee shop.  For the past three weeks, since her stalker was released, they had to be even more careful meeting up.  Alyssa took more shifts at the café, but almost always went home early.  In reality, she was not going home, but rather spending time with Chris, usually at the hotel.  He certainly loved every stolen moment as her presence made him happier than he believed possible.

But now he had a house to bring her back to.  Only he really could not, because it was empty.  She was not likely to be impressed by a sleeping bag on the floor in the master suite and beer in the fridge.  He would have to do something before bringing her back to the house.  Then what would they do for the evening?

Feeling a dog’s nose on his hand, Chris snapped to attention.  He smiled at Matt for distracting the dogs while the others had unloaded what little Chris brought to the new house.

“The view is pretty amazing,” Matt commented, looking out the windows at the water.

“Yeah,” Chris leaned against the granite kitchen counter. “But it all kinda sucks without any furniture.”

“So take your girlfriend with you out shopping,” he suggested.

He blinked, absorbing the drummer’s suggestion for a moment before grinning, “That’s an excellent idea.”

Eddie and Kim returned to the empty house a few minutes later with beer and a set of folding chairs.  Before Chris could even protest, the doorbell rang.  Turning towards the door while the two set the chairs up, he shook his head.  Of course someone ordered pizza.  Beer and pizza were required when moving.

Returning to the four, Chris set the pizza boxes on top of a moving box, “So after this, I need to go.”

Kim handed him a beer, “Gonna go get the girl so you can break in the house?”

He rolled his eyes and reached for a slice of pizza before sitting one of the metal chairs.

“The girl?” Eddie spoke up. “Is he talking about the—”

“Prettiest little thing ever,” Kim declared between bites of pizza. “She’s got this mouth that you just know sucks cock like—”

“Kim,” Chris interjected, “it’s not like that and you know it.”

“Oh come on.  You have to be tapping that.”

“Who are you talking about?” Eddie asked.

“Chris’s girlfriend, Alyssa,” Matt answered before opening his beer.

Finishing his slice of pizza, Eddie looked at his best friend, “So everyone has met her, but me?”

“She came to the studio a few weeks ago,” he answered.

“When do I get to meet this girl?”

Chris shrugged.

“Oh come on,” Eddie pushed.

“Maybe at the album release party next week,” he stated.

“Is that going to be held here?”

Chris shrugged again, sipping on his beer, “I don’t know.  We’ll see.”

Walking out of Ballard High School, David playfully hip-bumped Alyssa.  She laughed and rolled her eyes.  Though he wished a few farewell, his attention flicked around the parking lot.  Even though there had been nothing from Zack since he was released three weeks before, David was still wary.  They could not let their guard down or something could happen.

“Yo, David,” Alyssa tugged on his arm, “we parked over here.”

“Oh, right,” he chuckled. “So what are our plans now?  I’ve got some good stuff at home.”

She glanced at him as she pulled out her car keys, “No can do.  I have to work.  You’ll have to call the guys to come over to smoke.”

He pouted as she opened her door, “But, Aly, you haven’t smoked with us in like a week.”

Her eyes met his as he slipped into the car, “I’ve been busy.”

“There is no way,” David closed the passenger door, “that you have been working every single day of the week.”

She laughed, “You’re right.  I haven’t been.  But I had to watch my sister one day.  And then I had a ton of homework another day.”

“You’re avoiding spending time with me.”

“No!  I’ve just been busy,” Alyssa declared, starting the car. “Besides, I spend all my time at school with you.”

“Come on.  Come hang out with me and the guys.”

“I have to go to work,” she repeated. “But I have Saturday off.  So we can hang out then.”

“Promise?”

She chuckled, “Yes, I promise.”

“I’ll save you a joint then,” he declared.

After dropping David off at his house, with another promise to hang out with him on Saturday, Alyssa returned to her house.  She dropped off her backpack, ate a snack with her sister, and headed upstairs to change.  Though she was not on the schedule at work until Friday, no one else needed to know that.  She quickly changed out of her school clothes and into a short, purple corduroy dress.  Pulling her long, brown hair up, Alyssa freshened up her makeup, spritzed on her perfume, and slipped on a pair of chunky, Mary Janes.

Grabbing her work apron, she skipped down the stairs.  Judith stopped her at the base, asking her to stay home and play a new video game with her instead.  Frowning, Alyssa explained that she had to go to work, but did not work the following day.

“But, Aly,” Judith whined.

“Think of it this way, Jude,” she paused, “you’ll have a whole day to practice the game so you can kick my butt tomorrow.”

Her younger sister sighed, “But, Aly.”

“You go practice today.  And we’ll play tomorrow,” she smiled. “I gotta go.”

Even though her sister continued to plea, Alyssa grabbed her purse and left the house.  She glanced around the street before getting back into her car.  As per normal, as she headed down the street, so did another unmarked car.  With little pause, Alyssa headed to the café, parked in her normal spot, and headed inside.

Her eyes quickly flicked to the left and a smile quickly lit her face.  She crossed over to the table and slipped into the empty chair.  Her toes touched his, making him grin.  He reached across the table and briefly touched her palms, causing her fingers to curl around his.

“Shall we go?” she muttered softly.

He smiled, “I have different plans for us today.”

“We’re staying here?”

“No,” Chris shook his head. “I moved into my house today.”

She grinned, “I get to see your house?”

He nodded, “Because I need your help.”

“My help?”

Chris stood up, leaving a large tip on the table, “I have no furniture at all.  So we’ll go back to my place so you can see what the house is like and then you can help me furnish it.”

Her face lit up as she too stood, “Really?”

“Meet me out back,” he winked.

Seated on the floor of the master suite in a pile of new pillows and blankets, Alyssa smiled as the candlelight danced off of Chris’s fingers as he played his acoustic guitar.  Her heart fluttered as his voice wove with the notes in the air.  He sang through a few songs before setting his instrument aside.

Chris crawled towards Alyssa, a smile on his face.  Not allowing her a moment to protest, he quickly kissed her smile.  Her arms quickly wrapped around his neck and her lips parted, allowing him to deepen the kiss.  He carefully pressed her to lie back upon the pillows as he maintained the kiss.

Shifting to lie at her side, his fingers brushed hair from her face as she turned to face him, “Stay the night.”

She closed her eyes as his hand traced down her neck, caressing softly, “Chris…”

His lips slowly began to follow the path of his fingers, “Stay the night, Lyssie.”

“I can’t,” she protested meekly.

His hand cupped her breast while his lips kissed her pulse, “Why not?”

“You know why,” she breathed, a soft moan escaping her lips as his hand moved to cup and rub her other breast.

“Stay the night with me, Lyssie.  I promise I will get you to your classes on time tomorrow,” he vowed before kissing her lips again.

“My books and everything are at home,” she declared.

His fingers danced to the buttons on the side of her jumper, deftly unbuttoning the three metal buttons, “We’ll go get them in the morning.”

She whimpered as his hand slipped under the corduroy front and cupped her breast, “Chris…”

“Stay the night,” he repeated and kissed her mouth.

“I… oh that feels…”

“Stay the night,” he repeated yet again, before kissing her neck.

Alyssa did not protest again, finding it difficult to form the words as his talented fingers squeezed her breasts.  Even with the thin cotton of a tee shirt and the lace of her bra between her skin and his, she felt her nipples harden, yearning for his touch.  She had not stayed the night with him in three weeks, always going home in time for curfew.  But now that they were in Chris’s house, which coincidentally was not even ten minutes away from her parents’ house, she felt her resistance disappearing.  But she could not leave her car downtown, could not stay overnight with her backpack at the house.

“Chris,” her hand circled around his wrist.

He leaned up, a dark pink mark on her neck, “What, Lyssie?”

“If I stay… we need to go get my car and my backpack from my house,” she stated softly.

His eyes brightened, “You’ll stay?”

“If we go get my car and my backpack.”

Five minutes later, they were in his Porsche, heading back downtown.  Alyssa did not even bother to pretend she was exiting the coffee as she slipped out of Chris’s car and hurried to her own.  Starting the car, she adjusted her mirror and turned on the lights.  A moment later, Chris followed her to her house, as did the unmarked police car.  Chris, however, continued pass the house, parking a block away at Alyssa’s request.

 Entering the house, she greeted her parents, grabbed her backpack, and headed upstairs.  She threw a change of clothes and a makeup bag into her backpack, grateful she only needed to bring home a single book that night.  With little thought, she grabbed a pile of clothes and shaped them into a body form on her bed.  As she pulled the blanket over her bed and stepped back to make sure it looked like she was asleep in bed, her phone rang.

She quickly picked it up, “Hello?”

“Hey, hot stuff.”

Alyssa rolled her eyes, “Hi, David.  How was the night?”

“Sausage fest.  You should sneak out and come over.”

“Yeah, that’s not going to happen,” she responded, zipping up her backpack.

“Why not?”

“Seriously?” she slipped the bag on her shoulders.

“Come on, baby,” David pleaded.

“No.  I’m hanging up now and going to bed,” she declared.

“Aly!” he shouted.

“Good night, David,” Alyssa dropped the phone on the base and turned off her ringer.

She flicked out the lights and headed towards the window.  Sliding it up, Alyssa carefully removed her screen and hid it under her bed.  Glancing out the window, she suddenly wished her bedroom was not on the second floor.  She hated having to drop down quietly on the deck roof.  Deciding her Mary Janes would make too much sound, she quickly changed into a pair of Keds before returning to the window.  With some finesse, she climbed out the window and onto the slightly sloped roof over the back deck.  Stretching up, she pulled the window almost all the way closed before turning to carefully climb off the roof.

With her eyes focused on the windows to the living room, she waited until her parents attention turned away and hurried pass.  She slipped out the gate and stealthily clung to shadows to get away from the house.  As she neared Chris’s car, she glanced over her shoulder and noticed the patrol car remained parked in its normal spot across from her house.  She had slipped out from under her parents and the police.  Grinning, she hurried to Chris’s car and knocked on the window before opening the door.

“All good?” he asked, watching her shrug off the backpack and toss it in the back of the car.

“Yep,” she sat down. “Let’s go.”

They arrived at his house not much later.  After parking in the garage, Chris took his dogs outside one final time while Alyssa headed upstairs to the master suite.  She dug her nightshirt out of her backpack and quickly changed into it.  When Chris joined her upstairs, without the dogs as he locked them in the basement for the night, she had just finished washing her face and brushing her teeth.  He slipped up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her neck as she turned off the faucet.

Closing her eyes, she absorbed the happy feelings he brought to the surface with his kisses and touches, “Chris…”

He kissed her neck again, noticing where he previously kissed and nibbled was still marked, “Let me brush my teeth first before I kiss you properly.”

Leaving the bathroom before he could trap her in there, Alyssa returned to the bedroom.  Her eyes flicked to the air mattress.  She hated sleeping on air mattresses.  They always made her feel claustrophobic and sticky with sweat, no matter how cold it was in the room.  She would rather sleep on the hardwood floor than the air mattress.  With that decided, Alyssa began to stack a few of the blankets on top of each other for some cushion.

Chris stepped out of the bathroom, wearing only his jeans, as Alyssa knelt on the floor, smoothing out the blankets.  He smirked at her actions before his eyes settled on the curve of her butt.  Her shirt rode up in the back as she moved about, exposing her purple satin panties and lower back.  Before she sat back on her heels, her panties slipped slightly up, exposing her left buttcheek.  Chris barely managed to keep from groaning at the sight.

Instead, he approached her and softly spoke, “Don’t like the mattress?”

“I hate air mattresses,” she declared, pivoting on her knees to face him.

Not one to ignore the sexual innuendo in the fact Alyssa knelt before him while he stood, Chris felt his pants tighten.  Grateful he still wore his jeans, he hoped she had not noticed.  However, her eyes dropped from his and he knew she knew.  Before he could protest her fingers went to his belt and deftly unfastened his buckle.  He held his breath as she carefully unbuttoned his fly and pushed his jeans down.  Her fingers fleetingly touched his tented boxers before reaching up for his hands.

Kneeling as she tugged on his hands, Chris pulled his fingers free.  His hands disappeared into her dark hair and he pulled her into a kiss.  She sighed happily as his tongue circled hers.  One hand left her hair and cupped her breast.  He groaned as she moaned, feeling only the thin fabric of her shirt keeping him from caressing her warm flesh.

“Lyssie,” he breathed, pulling out of the kiss.

Her hand moved down and carefully groped his erection, “Yes, Chris…?”

“If… you keep doing that…” he groaned, his hand leaving her breast to circle her wrist.

“What?” her other hand reached down to take its place.

His other hand grasped her other wrist.  Saying nothing, Chris lifted both of her hands away and leaned in to kiss her.  Alyssa met his kiss with just as much intensity, pressing forward to get closer to him.  His fingers remained circling her wrists but his lips left hers, kissing down her neck briefly.

“Lyssie,” he breathed against her soft flesh, her elevated pulse practically pounding against his lips.

“Yes,” she muttered. “Yes, Chris.”

He released her wrists and circled his arms around her.  His fingers found the bottom of her sleep shirt and carefully pulled it over her head.  He groaned slightly as he looked down.  Both hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs tracing around her areolas, making her nipples pucker and harden more.  His hands pivoted, allowing him to pinch and roll them into hard buds.  Not wanting to remain kneeling and touching her, he gave up breast play, his hands circling to her bare back.  With his fingers near her spine, Chris eased her back onto the pillows.

Not giving her the opportunity to protest, he quickly captured her right nipple in his mouth and began to suck and nibble gently.  She gasped as he bit down harder before switching to the other breast.  Her hands gripped the blanket and pillows underneath her, not entirely sure what she should be doing.  Chris smiled against her breast and continued to lavish attention on it.

“Chrissss,” she moaned.

Smiling again, he stretched up and kissed her mouth, “I want to taste you, Lyssie.”

“You mean…?”

His lips touched hers once more, “I want to lick your pussy.”

She groaned, “No one has ever…”

Chris kissed her again, “I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

“Okay,” she nodded slightly.

His lips brushed hers again before beginning to kiss down her throat.  He paused to lavish attention on her breasts, sucking and nibbling on her hard, rosy nipples.  Slowly he continued down, his mouth kissing her navel as his fingers slipped under the waistband of her panties.  She hesitated briefly before arching her hips up off the blankets.  Looking up and into her eyes, Chris slowly began to pull her panties down.  As he tossed them aside, both of her hands covered her sex.

With a smile, Chris gently lifted her hands, kissing each and keeping his eyes on hers.  Guiding her hands away, he glanced down and whimpered slightly.  Her pubic hair was trimmed short, like a soft, dark brown triangle.  His hand caressed her hips, gently rubbing to her thighs.  Ever so gently, he parted her legs and groaned.

“Lyssie, you’re beautiful,” he commented.

“Chris,” she blushed.

His hand ran over her sex, gently rubbing.  Eyes flicking between her sex and her eyes, Chris parted her petals.  Holding them open, his other pointer finger traced circles around her clitoris.  She gasped and wiggled her hips slightly.  As her body began to react and ooze honey, Chris increased the touch of his fingertip.  He touched her faster until suddenly stopping.  Alyssa moaned in protest.

Smiling, he leaned down and licked her entire slit from bottom to top and over again.  He held her open and continued to lick her.  The tip of his tongue traced various circles at varying paces around her clitoris.  Hearing her gasp and moan, he released her petals and began to suck softly on her clitoris.  He briefly reached up to squeeze her breast before petting her sex once more.

Alyssa’s hands clenched and unclenched, tightening on the blankets beneath her.  Her head moved side-to-side as she gasped and moaned.  Her hips rose and undulated, trying to get closer to his mouth.  He guided her legs over his shoulders and paused in his sucking briefly.  Meeting her eyes, his long fingers traced down her oozing slit.  He traced around her entrance with his pointer finger, but did not press it deeper than his fingernail.

As she moaned something that sounded like his name, Chris leaned back down to lick and suck her.  Swirling his finger, he cautiously worked it further in her.  She gasped as he continued to swirl it around inside her, easing pass her hymen.  Keeping his mouth busy, he slowly moved his finger in and out of her.  She moaned and gasped, her body beginning to tense.  His lips fastened around her clit and he suckled hard, making her scream loudly.  Her hips rose from the blanket-covered floor, pressing her sex into his mouth and his finger deeper into her.  With another unintelligible scream, her body convulsed around his finger, rhythmically drawing it deeper.

With a happy sigh, Chris leaned up from her and gently withdrew his finger.  He licked her juices from his finger before stretching up to kiss her mouth.  Her arms circled his neck, holding him tightly as her tongue tasted what surely had to be her own flavor.

“Lyssie… baby…” he muttered, briefly kissing her again. “Are you… are you a virgin?”

Her eyes held his and she slowly nodded, “I am.”

His lips touched hers, remaining on them for a long moment, “If you choose me to… I would be honored.”

Alyssa’s eyes glanced down to where his tented boxers pressed against her wet sex.  Part of her wanted to feel him inside her, to experience what likely had to be as amazing as what he just did.  But she hesitated, unsure if that was what she really wanted or if it was just the heat of the moment.

Chris noticed her glance.  His fingers went to her chin, guided her to look back up at him.  His lips touched hers and then her nose.

“When you are ready,” he declared softly. “When it is right.”

“But, Chris, you’re…”

“Heh,” he glanced down. “I’ll be okay.”

“Can I… Can I help?”

He groaned, “Are you sure?”

Alyssa nodded.

Kissing her once more, he grinded against her sex.  His hands cupped her breasts as he continued to push against her.  His lips left hers and he leaned up, continuing to rub against her.  The combination of her honey and his precum darkened the front of his boxers.  He rubbed his clothed tip against her engorged clitoris.  Hearing her moan made him want to throw his promise aside and quickly push into her.  Barely able to maintain his control, Chris rolled off of her, breathing heavy.  Before he could protest, Alyssa pivoted and straddled him.  She leaned down and kissed him deeply, her body wiggling suggestively without thought.

His hands slapped on her bare hips, “Lyssie, if you keep doing this…”

With a smile, she kissed down his neck.  Her lips danced over his chest and she shifted further down his body.  Without consideration, Chris eagerly arched his hips up, allowing her to strip his wet boxers off of him.  She tossed them aside and looked down.  Though she had previously touched and looked at his cock, something seemed different this time.  Her fingers gently explored his erection, tracing along his bulging veins, cupping his hair-covered balls.  Caressing up to his tip, her thumb rubbed around his crown, smearing his oozing precum around.

Alyssa glanced up at Chris briefly, shifting a bit lower to sit straddling his knees.  Chris groaned, feeling her wet sex against his flesh.  As he focused on that sensation, she leaned down and gently kissed his tip.  He gasped, instinctively thrusting his hips upwards.  The crown of his cock slipped between her pillowy lips.  A bit shocked, Alyssa pulled back, her eyes flashing to his.

“Sorry,” he muttered, reaching down to tuck her hair behind her ears.

“Was that okay?”

Chris nodded, “Yes.”

With a smile, she leaned back down and kissed his tip again.  Her eyes left his and she focused on her task.  Her tongue gently caressed and traced his veins.  She sucked and nibbled along his length.  With a few kisses she parted her lips and sucked him into her mouth.  Chris’s hands tightened in her hair and his eyes rolled back into his head.  Unable to resist, he thrust upwards into her hot, soft mouth, causing her to gag slightly.

Pulling her mouth off him with a slight pop, her eyes went to his, “Okay?”

“Fuck, baby, yes,” he groaned.

Smiling, Alyssa leaned back down and continued to kiss, lick, and suck him.  Her fingers caressed the length of his cock that could not slip pass her lips.  Without guidance, she cupped his balls with her other hand.  His eyes rolled again and his hips twitched.  Seeing his reaction as positive, Alyssa continued sucking and touching him just as she was.  He grunted and thrust up again.

Without any verbal warning that she could discern, Chris’s body arched up and shot into her mouth.  Eyes wide, she did not know what to do and gagged as it hit the back of her mouth.  She attempted to swallow as it continued to shoot into her mouth, but some dribbled out pass her lips.  As the last squirt hit her mouth, Chris gently pushed her up and off his cock.  His eyes met hers as she swallowed once more and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Was that… okay?” she asked softly.

“Oh, baby…” he reached for her, pulling her close to cuddle with him. “That was amazing.”

“Yeah?”

Chris kissed her forehead, “Yes.”

She sighed happily, “That was… my first time.”

He hugged her again, “Baby, you were amazing.”

“I’m so relieved.”

“Never worry, Lyssie.  Never.”

Rolling slightly, Chris moved to pull one of the blankets over them.  Giggling softly, Alyssa jumped up and turned the overhead light off.  Accepting the opportunity, Chris quickly shifted on the pile of blankets and pillows, trying to find the most comfortable position on the floor.  He held up the top blanket as Alyssa returned.  She giggled again before snuggling up against him.  Dropping the blanket down, he kissed her forehead again.  He felt her quickly relax into him.

“I have to be up by six, Chris,” she muttered.

“Sleep, princess.  We’ll wake with the sun.”