#(chris)

When he sees a notification pop up from you, he almost drops his phone, trying to seem calm and collected as he texts back.

You smile to yourself, already halfway done getting ready. It’s not like you really expect anything more from Chris, knowing how he is about relationships, and also not wanting to feel crushed if he ever rejected you. But you still spray on your favorite perfume—the one he said smelled good.

Meanwhile, Chris is freaking out. He can’t believe you’re coming in an hour. He hasn’t prepared his heart yet! He needs to get himself together but the idea of watching movies with you while possibly cuddling on his bed—or sofa—is doing weird things to his heart and brain... and dick. He hopes his dick won’t act up when you’re here.

But it’s almost as if his dick’s got a mind of its own-

Enough of that, he should be focusing on cleaning up his room, making sure his bed is clean and everything is perfect. God, you never fail to make him feel like some stereotypical teenage girl with a crush. It’s honestly kind of embarrassing. But with you, he’s willing to swallow his pride.

"So... What do you wanna watch?" Chris sits beside you on his sofa, arm slung around the back of it, his knuckles brushing against your arm casually, the remote in his grip. He’s aimlessly scrolling through the different catalogs of movies displayed on his TV screen, trying to act casual despite the way his stomach is doing somersaults at your proximity and how good you smell.

"Let’s watch something scary," you suggest, eyeing his other hand that’s holding a can of Pepsi. Without thinking too much of it, you grab his wrist and pull his hand towards your mouth, taking a sip from his drink.

"Hey-" Chris laughs, pushing you away lightly in a playful manner. "You have your own drink."

"Yours is tastier." You shrug, as if that makes any sense considering your drink is also a can of Pepsi identical to his.

"Whatever." Chris rolls his eyes with a sarcastic mutter under his breath and leans back, taking a sip from his soda.

As you snatch the remote from his hand, saying he was taking too long to pick a movie, Chris realizes he basically just kissed you—indirectly—because your lips touched the opening of the can when you took a sip.

So he takes another big gulp from his drink, lips twitching at the corners. He wonders if your lips taste as sweet as the Pepsi he’s drinking-

"What’re you thinking about, all zoned out?" You tease, leaning closer.

Chris almost chokes on the carbonated drink in his mouth, quickly gulping it down as he leans back instinctively. "Nothing. Just- Oh! You picked the movie already? Nice."

God, why is he talking like that???

A soft flush creeps up his neck as he realizes how damn nervous he sounds all of a sudden. He’s usually always nervous around you but he’s great at masking it, making sure his face and voice never gives away how he’s feeling on the inside.

But something about you today, it’s driving him crazy.

Maybe it’s the way you’re acting, all teasing and zero personal space; Or maybe it’s the way you’re dressed today, wearing a shirt with such a loose and low neckline he can basically see your tits if he glanced down it, and pj pants you borrowed from him that shows your curves so well.

Fuck, he wishes he could slap that perfect ass while you-

"Dude, you’re really getting in your head so much today." You tilt your head, confused and maybe a little concerned behind all the teasing. "You okay?"

Chris nods, maybe too quickly. "Yeah, yeah- okay. I’m okay."

His fast but unfocused reply causes you to blink, confused. "Uh, okay. Good."

He almost breathes out a sigh of relief but chooses to keep his gaze on the movie instead, hoping you won’t notice the flush beginning to adorn his pale cheeks—and the way he’s starting to fidget a little more, although subtly.

And it’s not like he would usually get a hard-on with you simply sitting beside him, since he’s used to your presence-

Well, that would be the case if your hand wasn’t half-rested on his thigh right now. He can see you through his peripheral vision and you’re completely focused on the movie, unaware of where your hand is and what it’s doing to him.

Clearing his throat, he shifts ever so slightly. Wrong move. His breath hitches in his throat when your pinky accidentally brushes against his growing bulge when he moves. The sensation nearly makes him jolt, a soft groan getting swallowed down thickly in order not to alert you of what’s happening to him.

Fuck, why did he decide to go commando in sweat shorts???

The fabric is thin enough that he can feel the warmth of your hand against his thigh, and it’s driving him crazy with need. He’s so sure his pupils are huge right now, cheeks probably embarrassingly flushed. He’s taking deep breaths to calm himself, trying to think of anything to get rid of his boner.

But, of course, nothing’s working. Just his damn luck.

You suddenly freeze, and Chris’s heart nearly jumps out of his throat when he sees you slowly looking down at his lap where your hand is almost touching a tented spot on the front of his sweat shorts. The imprint his hard dick is leaving on one side of his shorts is actually insane and you barely keep your jaw from dropping.

When you look up at his face, you realize he’s already staring at you, in a way that makes your stomach do all types of gymnastic tricks, that familiar feeling of arousal beginning to pool in your panties. You can clearly see his pupils taking over most of his irises, showing just how turned on he is right now.

"Chris, you-"

"Don’t. Don’t mention it."

He’s obviously mortified you found out—maybe a tad bit more turned on than before now that you know what kind of effect you have on him—but very much wishing the sofa would swallow him whole right now.

You’re quiet for a moment, your shocked expression turning unreadable—and that makes Chris’s heart pound against his chest. Are you going to push him away? Tell him how disgusting he is? Never talk to him again?

"Do you... need help with... it?"

Okay- Woah. What- That isn’t what he expected.

Chris is just staring at you, blinking slowly like his brain is struggling to comprehend what just came out of your mouth—like you’ve spoken a foreign language he’d never heard of before. His silence is starting to make you nervous, too, but before you could backpedal, he speaks.

"You serious?"

Your heart skips a beat at the slight hoarseness of his voice, how his Adam’s apple is bobbing as he swallows thickly, eyes slightly wide—almost disbelieving—as he looks at you like you’d just told him something crazy. Which you kind of did.

"Yeah... I mean, if you want to-"

"I do- I want to. I mean, if you want to-"

A beat of silence stretched between you two after his stammered reply. The absurdity of this situation is almost laughable, and you’d have laughed if it weren’t for the heavy tension in the air.

Before you know it, his lips are already on yours, a little clumsy due to how nervous he is. Fuck, he’s never this nervous when he’d hooked up with other girls. It’s like you bring out the shy, boyish side of him without even trying.

"Sorry- Fuck-" He mumbles breathlessly against your lips as he accidentally knocks his teeth lightly against yours, lips chasing after yours when you tried to pull away for breath.

You climb onto his lap before you can think it through, thighs bracketing his hips, clothed core aligned with his chubbed crotch. His dick is so hard and needy that you can feel it twitching under you as you settle on his lap, pressing your weight down on it.

"Oh- Okay- Shit, you’re gonna... Fuck..." He breathes out, babbling nonsense, as his hands find your hips, gripping them firmly in his hands like he’s afraid you’d get up.

He’s barely keeping his hips from jerking up as he feels your weight on his throbbing cock, the warmth from your core making him bite back a groan. He’s looking up at you like you hold the answer to the universe as his tongue darts out to wet his suddenly dry lips.

You wordlessly lean down and kiss him again, your hips giving an experimental roll against his and feeling his breath hitch into your mouth. His hands tighten on your hips in response, fingers digging into your flesh, as he feels himself slowly unravel under your touch.

Chris wouldn’t call himself a submissive guy in bed, but something about you taking control like this is making him melt.

His lips move against yours greedily, tongue tangling with each other, spit being exchanged without a second thought. His hips begin moving in sync with yours, grinding up into your core, your clothes giving delicious friction.

"Wait- I might... I think I might come just from this—mmhn—y’gotta slow down- ffuuck--" Chris groans into your mouth when your hips pick up pace, grinding against him in a fast but steady rhythm.

"Can’t stop... feels too good," you mumble against his lips, a soft whimper vibrating against his lips as you rub your clothed pussy against his rock hard bulge. You desperately chase the tension coiling deep in your gut, wanting to feel that familiar burst of euphoric pleasure.

"Oh- Fuck--" Chris moans, his head falling back against the wall behind his sofa with a soft thud, eyelids fluttering before he squeezes them shut, lips parted. "Seriously- I’m gonna cum."

"Me too—fuck—me too--" Your movements are jerky before you realize it, hips desperate and uncoordinated. Your hands clutch onto his shoulders, eyes locked onto his heavy-lidded ones as you begin to feel the bands in your stomach slowly snap, white-hot pleasure coursing through your body.

The realization that you’re coming just from grinding on his hardened cock through his pants is enough for Chris to follow you into those blissful waves of pleasure. His hips jerks against yours, grunts and groans filling the room along with your moans as you both ride out your highs together.

As you slump forward and onto him, his hands leave your hips to wrap around your waist instead, dick still throbbing inside his shorts, a wet patch already forming from his hot cum. He’s not letting go of you at all, arms like iron bands around your middle, face buried in your shoulder.

He’s suddenly embarrassed at the fact that he came inside his pants like some teenager—something he’s never done before. And he doesn’t want you to see the painfully noticeable wet spot on his shorts.

But he can’t obviously hide something so visible.

"Oh...!" You gasp softly at the wetness that’s transferred onto your pants from his, and your eyes immediately glitter with amusement and mischief. "You made me so wet."

The innuendo behind your words isn’t lost on him and his cheeks grow hotter as he huffs softly. "Yeah, and you enjoyed it."

"Next time, let’s do it for real." You say as you both lay in bed that night, facing each other in the darkness. You can hear his breath hitch, barely audible but still loud enough to make your stomach flip.

Chris’s voice is breathless when he speaks, like your casual words knocked the wind out of his lungs—in a good way, in a way that’s got him bricked up. "Yeah..."

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isa’s rambling ۶ৎ well, you see... he posted this pic on his story and i gasped and i just knew i had to write something ’cause he’s a slut and a sick fuck :) idk if i’ll do a part two, but dryhumping is enough you freaks (i was too lazy to write more)

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Squelching sounds fill the room as Matt fucks into your sopping wet cunt. He’s already given you two orgasms and he wants to fill you up on the third. 

“I love the way your pussy squeezes me, baby,” he pants into your ear as his tip massages your cervix. 

One more clench around his thick cock and you’re both seeing stars. The sensation of electric sparks runs from your core throughout your body as his warm load fills your hole. You’re in a daze as you both ride through your high. 

Matt slowly pulls out of your tender center. He lays at your side, tucking you into his embrace. He plants a kiss on your forehead before slowly drifting off to sleep for the night. 

Even though exhaustion weighs heavy on your eyelids, you can’t get to bed before cleaning yourself up. You gently wiggle out of your boyfriend’s arms and pad to the bathroom. Before you can do anything, you notice there’s no toilet paper. Just your luck. 

You put on one of Matt’s oversized t-shirts and tip toe out of the room, trying not to wake up your sweet boyfriend. In the dark you search for the linen closet. You rush because you already feel Matt’s cum dripping down your inner thigh. As you crouch down, you struggle to find what you’re looking for.

“Looking for something?” a low voice speaks out from the darkness.

You gasp, turning back around. “Fuck, Chris. You fucking scared me,” you chastize. It’s hard to see, but you vaguely notice his silhouette standing at the top of the stairs. 

Chris was Matt’s brother, younger by only two minutes, and he annoyed every cell in your body. He was the epitome of a cocky fuck boy and you hated it. It severely contrasted the sweetness of your boyfriend Matt, and you often found it hard to believe they were related. The only constant reminder was the fact that they looked nearly identical.

“Relax, I was just coming up to get a Pepsi,” he says, walking towards the fridge. He tugs at the refrigerator door and the glow softly illuminates the kitchen. 

Chris grabs a cold can of soda and cracks it open, taking a sip as he looks at you in the dimly lit room. His eyes drift down, to your bare bottom half, barely hidden by the oversized shirt you have on. The vulnerability you feel heats your cheeks and you’re glad it’s too dark for him to notice. 

He closes the fridge door and walks towards you. He stands closer to you than he should. So close that you can feel the warmth emanating from his body.

“You got your soda, you can go now,” you say, crossing your arms to create more distance between you two. 

“Don’t think I can sleep after all that noise,” he shrugs. 

You wrinkle your brow, “What noise?”

“Matt’s room is right above mine,” he starts. Chris leans in, whispering right at your ear, “I can hear every time he pounds into that tight pussy of yours.”

You suck air in so quickly, you almost choke on it. 

Chris was the type to bring girls back to his shared apartment with Matt and their other brother Nick every weekend. His reputation preceded him as a playboy and you had heard rumors about how good he was in bed. It was no wonder he had no shame speaking as filthy as he was right now.

“Ew, Chris,” you spit, hoping he leaves. You turn to resume your search for toilet paper. You bend over, certain you can find it somewhere deep in the linen closet. Instead of walking away, Chris takes a step closer to you. You feel his hardness resting against the plush skin of your barely covered ass. God he feels huge.

You jerk away, standing up again to face him. “You’re not funny, Chris,” you chastise. “Just let me find the toilet paper and go.”

“You mean this?” he asks. He reaches right behind you and presents a roll with ease. You yank it out of his hand, frustrated you didn’t see it earlier. “You need it to clean up the mess he made of you, don’t ya?” he says. Even if you can’t see it, you sense the smirk that forms on his lips. 

“You’re sick,” you say with a look of disgust.

“Don’t lie,” he says, grabbing your chin so you’re forced to look at him. “I bet it’s leaking out of your sweet cunt right now.”

You pull out of his grip determined to get by him. The coldness of the soda can graze your skin as you push past. You leave Chris standing there with that smug look on his face, knowing he got the better of you. 

As you return to Matt’s room you can’t shake the lingering feeling deep in your core. You finally get to wipe up the mess that Matt left behind and lay back in bed. You rest on his chest and drip off to sleep.

---

The next morning, you wake in Matt’s arms. He slowly stirs at the same time you do. 

“G’morning, beautiful,” he mumbles, still half asleep. 

“Morning, baby,” you half-yawn in response.

“I need to get up, Nick and I have a lot to do today,” he mumbles. “You okay here without me for the day?” He asks as he pulls himself out of bed.

“Mhm, maybe I’ll go down to the beach or something,” you reply.

“You should take Chris, he’s staying back too,” he suggests.

“Ugh,” you grumble, covering your face with the duvet. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks. 

“Why does he have to stay,” you complain. 

Matt chuckles, “He lives here, baby. Plus, I think you got off on the wrong foot. Maybe a little bonding time will do you good.” Poor Matt couldn’t have been more wrong.

---

A few hours pass and Matt and Nick are gone, leaving you and Chris in the apartment alone. You decide to shower to clear your head. As the water washes over you, you replay the events from last night over in your head. 

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious about Chris’s advancements yesterday. In the twisted part of your mind, you wanted to feel his hard-on against your ass again. You shake the feeling off as you rinse off. You step out of the shower and into Matt’s room, where you have your clothes waiting for you on his bed. 

Everything is accounted for, except for one thing. You can’t find your underwear. You swear you had placed a set of lacy black panties on top of your clothes. 

“Looking for something,” you hear a familiar voice echo the same words from last night. You turn around to see Chris leaning against the doorway of Matt’s room. He hangs your lace undies from his pointer finger. 

You scowl and try to reach for your underwear. He pulls them just out of your reach. 

“Aht aht aht…y’gonna have to earn these back,” he teases. 

“You’re such a fucking pervert, Chris.”

An evil smile spreads across his face. “You have no idea,” he teases, throwing your underwear to the wayside. He fills the space between you two. You walk backwards and your legs touch the edge of the bed. 

Chris tugs at your towel. “Take this off, I want to look at you,” he commands. 

Your body betrays your better judgement, unraveling the cotton cloth that once covered you. It lies in a wet heap on the floor. You stand there, bare and vulnerable. Chris’s eyes drink you in. The way he looks at you is different than Matt. 

Where you were used to seeing love and adoration, you now saw pure hunger and lust. Chris pushes you onto the bed. Matt’s bed. He’s between your legs before you can register which way is up. But you open up willingly for him as you lay there all pretty, still damp from your shower. You hate whatever spell he has you under. 

He toys with the buckle of his jeans, pulling them down to his knees. There’s no foreplay. No gentle touches. No kissing. Instead, Chris slides his hardened length through your completely soaked folds once. When his tip greets your clit, he circles it twice to tease you. 

“I fucking hate you,” you breathe out.

“That so?” he taunts, slipping his thick cock into your desperate hole. A whine escapes your throat as you try to adjust to his size. Matt was big, but Chris was huge. He fills you to the brim, stretching you out more than you’ve ever been stretched before. It stings in the most marvelous way. “I’m gonna love breaking you in.”

He pulls out almost as quickly as he entered you, and you find yourself missing his touch. Immediately, he slams back into you. His pace is frantic from the start. The sound of skin meeting skin fills the air as he thrusts into you over and over again. 

Chris holds onto the underside of your thighs, pressing them up towards your chest. It helps anchor him as he pistons into your needy cunt. Your velvety walls practically vibrate around his girth. You see the bulge form on your lower abdomen every time his dick buries itself into you. 

He lets go of your thighs to rest on his forearms, landing on either side of your head. 

“Tell me, darlin’, does he fuck you this good? Do you squeeze his cock this tightly?” 

Your body reacts instantly, clenching around his length. He grunts, “Huh? Just like that?”

“F-fuck you, Chris,” you muster between shaky breaths. 

“Sweetheart, you already are,” he coos. “And you’re doing a damn good job at it. Taking all of me so well,” he nearly whines. “Gonna have to do this more often,” he grunts, slamming into you. 

“You wish,” you pout, trying to maintain as much composure as possible. 

Chris buries his cock into you repeatedly, and you’re embarrassed by how soaked you make the sheets. Tension builds in your core from just the feeling of his dick deep inside you. He can tell you’re close by the way your gummy center grips around him. Each plunge into you that follows sends you into a frenzy. You’re a babbling mess underneath him as your orgasm takes over. Your body writhes beneath Chris and your back arches off the bed. He doesn’t stop, even as your body is overwhelmed with stimulation. “Chris, I-I can’t take much more,” you whine. 

“You’ll take everything I fucking give you until I’m satisfied,” he says, rutting into you. He pushes you back down and holds you in place as his own hot cum fills your sensitive pussy. 

You’re still in a daze as Chris immediately pulls out. He tucks himself back into his jeans and walks to reach for your forgotten panties on the ground. He tosses them next to you on the bed. “Don’t clean yourself up. I want you to feel me inside you all day,” he calls as he walks out of the room. He leaves you laying there, in disbelief of what just happened. 

---

The rest of the day is uneventful. You wash the sheets, go out to eat by yourself and avoid Chris at all costs. When night approaches, you find yourself laying next to Matt, deep in thought.

Who did Chris think he is? There’s no way you can let him hold this much power over you. He’s a cocky motherfucker that needs to be taken down a few pegs. He wants to play games? You can play games. 

Before you know it you’re crawling out of bed, leaving your sleeping boyfriend behind. You tiptoe towards the kitchen and down the stairs to the bottom floor, where Chris’s room is. You don’t even knock, you just push the door open. 

Chris is laying in his bed with the TV on, scrolling through his phone. He looks up at you, in your big t-shirt and underwear, tossing his phone to the side. “Couldn’t even wait a full day, could ya?” he teases. 

You roll your eyes. “Shut up.” 

“As cute as you look, you should watch that mouth of yours,” he warns, sitting up.

You step into the room and close the door behind you. “What are you gonna do about it, asshole?”

“Stuff it full so you can’t fuckin’ speak,” he says, palming at his crotch. “C’mere.”

His words send a chill down your spine, but you oblige, walking towards the side of his bed. Chris swings his legs over the edge so he’s sitting right in front of you. He slides his shorts down, revealing his hardened length. He pumps himself a few times before looking up at you. 

“Well? Y’gonna put that pretty little mouth of yours to work, or what?” 

You hate this game he’s trying to play. He wants to be in control and you can’t let that happen. You find yourself on your knees in front of him, his cock perched closely to your lips. He wants a show? You’ll give him a show that’ll leave him begging for more.

 Your mouth parts slowly and your plump skin meets his length. Your tongue slides along the underside of his cock as your lips guide him all the way in. Your jaw slacks to allow him full entry into your warm mouth. 

His hand meets the back of your head instantly, holding you down as his tip reaches the back of your throat. You gag on him, not used to taking someone so big, so deeply. You fight for dominance, trying to push your head back, but the way his fingers grip your hair at the roots stops you from pulling away too quickly. 

He pushes you down again and your nose is pressed against his abdomen. The second time you gag, you hear a grunt escape Chris’s mouth. “Can’t talk that much shit when I’ve got you like this, can ya?” He taunts, with a fistfull of your hair. He uses his grip on you to guide your movements. Your head bobs up and down relentlessly as needy tears fill your eyes. He pulls you up for air and saliva leaves a string connected to his bright pink tip. 

“Such a teary-eyed mess,” he coos. “I could just nut all over that face right now. “

Your thighs squeeze together instinctively and he notices immediately. He cocks his brow, curiously. His hands are off you now. 

“What’s this?” He asks, reaching towards your clothed cunt. Two fingers fidget with your cotton-covered center. “Soaked through, just from sucking me off?”

You pout your lips at him, annoyed at his teasing. “Oh, you’re such a little slut.”

He hooks his palm under your core, urging you upward. He pushes you onto the bed so that your legs hang over the side. You two practically switch positions, and he’s tugging down your underwear instantly. 

His warm tongue meets your glistening folds, lapping up the essence that has already formed there. His wet muscle toys with your entrance, prodding slowly. The way he tongue-fucks you makes you clench. You’re so desperate to be filled with so much more. He steers his attention to your swollen bud, wrapping his lips around it, giving you a greedy swirl. He gently blows cold air on your hot core before eating you like a man starved. 

“O-oh fffffuuuuck,” you whine as your back arches off the bed. 

“Shhh…,” Chris murmurs into your cunt. “Don’t want your boyfriend to hear, do you?”

You cover your mouth with your palm, trying to control the noises that escape your lips. You feel yourself close to your edge, but Chris pulls away. You’re ready to complain but he cuts you off before you can speak.

“I know what you’re trying to do, sweetheart,” he says as the lower half of his face is glistening with your slick. He adjusts to nestle his hips between your thighs, teasing your entrance once before pushing himself inside you. 

Another whine escapes your mouth before you can cover it. His hand flies up to silence your whimpers. “You think you can control what happens here? S’not gonna work,” he taunts. His hips grind deeply into your dripping cunt. The way his cock stretches you out and bullies your spongy spot has you on the verge of your peak. You’re so close when Chris turns your head so he can gain access to your neck. His teeth graze your skin before he sucks aggressively at your sensitive skin. 

You let out a muffled yelp under the cover of his palm as his tip hits the deepest parts of your core one final time. Shockwaves pulsate through your body as your orgasm crashes through you. Chris keeps fucking you, dedicated to reaching his own high. Soon enough he’s grunting in your ear as hot spurts of cum fill our spent pussy. 

You barely have a chance to catch your breath before he pulls out of you. Beads of sweat fall from your forehead as Chris walks to his bathroom. He returns with a roll of toilet paper, tossing it at your chest so you catch it. “A little parting gift for ya,” he taunts, laughing in your face. 

Your lips flatline and you throw the roll right back. “You’re such an asshole,” you scowl. You reach down to grab your panties off the floor and make your way back upstairs to your boyfriend. 

---

The following morning, Matt’s awake before you are. You’re sprawled across the bed and you hear him get up. Your eyes flutter open and you see him, messy-haired and sleepy. 

“Woah, that hickey’s insane,” he notes. You look at him confused. “I didn’t even know I gave you that the other night. I’m usually more careful.”

You realize he’s talking about Chris’s bite from last night and your cheeks flush. “It’s uh…it’s okay baby. I didn’t even notice it until you pointed it out,” you say sheepishly. 

“Huh, speaking of other nights, I think Chris had a girl over last night,” Matt mentions. Your head turns to him quickly. 

“What do you mean?”

“I thought I heard a girl's voice from downstairs last night. I think you missed it because you were in the bathroom or something,” he says. 

“Yeah, probably,” you reply.

---

A few hours later, Matt’s dropping Nick off at a friend’s house and you’re once again, left with Chris in the apartment alone. 

This time, you swear you’re going to get the upper hand if it kills you. 

You walk down to his bedroom, more confidently than you did the first time. He’s sat at his computer, working on god knows what. You strip, without exchanging a word. It piques Chris’s interest so he stands up, right in front of you.

“You’re such a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” he taunts. You push him back on the bed, and he lets it happen willingly. You crawl on top of him, bare pussy nestled just above his crotch. “Shut up,” you say.

With your palms on his chest, your hips grind down on his covered cock. You can already feel him getting hard beneath you. You tug at his belt, pulling it out of the loops of his pants. He helps you take off his pants so they fall to the floor. He looks ready for you to ride him. So much so, that he rests his arms behind his head, looking forward to the show you’re about to put on for him. 

Before he can get too comfy, you turn around so your backside faces his chest and your legs rest on either side of him. With your ass on full display, you grab Chris’s throbbing dick, lining it up with your aching core. You sink yourself onto his full length, filling yourself to the absolute brim. 

You had never even done reverse cowgirl with Matt before, but it was one of your favorite positions. It was one that was guaranteed to make a guy lose his absolute mind. 

You rest your hands between his legs while your plush pussy bounces on Chris’s cock. Every time you pull out, your puffy folds leave a sticky wet mess at his base. With each grind on his dick, he can see how your pussy is stretched to fill him. 

Filthy sounds fill the air as you work yourself on Chris. You’re able to control your own pace as he is hypnotized by the sight in front of him. You don’t even give him a second glance because he’s not worthy of your eye contact. Behind you, you hear his breath hitch. A new reaction you’ve coaxed out of him. It motivates you to increase your pace, even if it makes your thighs burn. 

Up and down you push, until you feel him twitch inside of you. “Shiiiit,” he hisses. “M’close.” 

Faster and faster you go, until you feel the heat of his warm seed fill you up. But you don’t stop there, because this time you’re in control. You keep sinking yourself down onto his cock. Behind you, Chris sees as you coat his cock with his cum, fucking it back into your soaked center. Something dangerously closed to a whimper leaves his mouth. “Alright, fuck, I already came,” he whines. 

“I know, baby, but I haven’t,” you pant, fake concern filling your voice. You increase your pace, chasing your own high. Soon enough you’re cumming on his overstimulated cock. Your pulsating pussy leaves him all whiney beneath you. You milk his cock one last time as his body twitches involuntarily.  High pitched moans escape his mouth and he tries to give you some cocky comeback, but it all comes out a babbling mess. As you bring yourself to a stop, you hear a knock at his door. 

Fuck.

-> part 2 here