#bpwf

You knew how much he missed her when she was away, how his other friendships never quite measured up to his bond with her. They’d been inseparable since they were children. You smiled as you reminisced on fond playground memories between the two. They weren't your own, but you were always present on the sidelines, existing then, as Ty's annoying little sister.

Unlike your older brother though, you were not chasing nostalgia. Your plans for the weekend were far less innocent. You wanted to collect new memories, souvenirs to tuck away and revisit when the nights got lonely and Riri was three states away.

With a sly grin, you gave yourself a once-over in the mirror, mentally patting yourself on the back for the outfit you put together. Your crop top clutched your boobs, nipples peaking against the fabric. The black mini skirt you wore was shorter than it needed to be for a night in. It sat high on your waist, sculpted to every dip and swell of your body. It was prone to riding up, particularly why you chose it. Your sole goal for the night was to capture Riri's attention, and you were sure to achieve it with this revealing ensemble.

One final glance in the mirror, and you stepped out of your room, hips swaying as you strutted down the hallway.

•••

You heard her before you saw her.

“Ty, you still got that weak-ass jump shot?” Riri questioned, her voice carrying that same mischievous edge you remembered from all the years she spent hanging around your house. It used to annoy you back when you were younger, when she was just your brother’s best friend, before you looked at her the way you did now.

You pushed open the front door and stepped onto the porch, leaning against the frame as you watched them play in the driveway. The late afternoon sun spilled across the backyard, catching in Riri’s curls as she dribbled the ball low to the ground.

Ty snatched the ball and backed up a few steps, bouncing it lazily with the toothiest grin. “You talking like I won’t dust your lil ass right now if we was actually playing for real.”

Riri scoffed. “Nigga, you got one move, and that shit barely work.”

Ty laughed, “My one move got yo ass stumbling right now. You better watch them ankles, Ri.”

Riri blinked, then fell into a laughing fit. “Okay, you got it. But try that shit again, and I’m locking yo old ass up.”

You leaned against the patio railing, watching them go at it. You mostly kept your eyes on Riri, awaiting the moment she finally glanced your way.

You crossed your arms under your chest, pushing your boobs up higher, welcoming your spilling cleavage. Your skirt rode up some more, and of course you let it, assisted it even.

You were dripping with intent, radiating want, and you needed Riri to notice.

As if pulled by some unspoken force, her eyes flicked your way briefly before she did a double take. There was awe in her stare, as though she was seeing you for the first time, the game with your brother no longer holding her attention.

You had her.

You didn't even bother hiding your smirk.

“Well, damn,” She muttered, almost too quiet to catch.

But you caught it. You saw the way her mouth twitched as she grew more intrigued, just before Ty stepped into her line of sight and launched the ball dead at her chest. “Hell nah. Don't even think about it.”

“Whatchu mean?” Riri retorted, feigning confusion. Her eyes never left you though, their glare refusing to let you exhale.

You watched Ty narrow his eyes, a warning flashing across his face. He was in protective older brother mode. “Think I don’t see the way you eyeing my baby sister? I know you, Ri. And I’m telling you no. Fuck no. You not starting nothing with her.”

“Who said I'm tryna start something?” Riri lifted a shoulder, shrugging, amusement coating her words. “I’m just saying hi.”

She raised her hand in a short wave, eyes glued to yours. And of course you waved back, it would be impolite not to.

Your gaze drifted down the length of her fingers. Yeah… those would do just fine.

You bit your lip, unable to suppress your ever-growing grin. Your cheeks burned hot, boiling in fervor. You didn’t even pretend to look away, letting her know you opposed your brother entirely.

•••

She didn’t look at you again for the next five minutes, not until you turned on your heel and sauntered back toward the house. You knew exactly what you were doing. Your ass was on display, and you knew Riri wouldn’t be able to ignore your silent invitation.

By the time you were clicking the door shut behind you, you caught the nonchalant tone in her voice as she muttered something to Ty about needing to call her mom.

A weak excuse, but you didn’t care. Whatever got her inside.

Once you were inside, cool air and the hum of anticipation settled into your bones. You sat on the couch with a glass of lemonade perched between your fingers... waiting.

And Riri was right on your heels.

Her sneakers padded lightly over the wood floors as she walked in. She didn’t notice you at first, just moved straight into the kitchen. She grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and leaned against the counter while she pulled out her phone.

You listened quietly as her voice lifted.

“Yeah, Ma… I’m still here. Probably for another hour, maybe two… yeah, I’ll be back in time. Promise.”

She let out a short laugh. “No, I’m not getting into anything. Just chillin.”

Then she hung up, set her phone on the counter, and let her weight shift against the kitchen island. That’s when her eyes finally landed on you, traveling up the length of your legs until you two were staring at each other.

Your smirk came back full force. You took a sip from your lemonade, straw between your lips as you held her stare.

“Thought that lil line about calling your mom was a weak ass excuse to come see me,” You said, head tilted slightly as you played with the straw in your glass. “But I respect it. Not lying on your moms like that.”

Riri didn’t take the bait, not directly.

Instead, she stepped a little closer, cocking her head, gold chain catching under the kitchen light. “When you start dressing like that?”

You crossed your legs, “I only dress like this when I know who’s coming over.”

Her lips parted like she had something smart to say, but she managed to breathe a tamer line. “You tryna get me in trouble?”

Your smile spread wider. “Yes.”

The air stretched between you like a balloon threatening to pop. You could tell Riri's thoughts were unclean, the words on the tip of her tongue even more so, but then the front door opened, and the balloon deflated, exhaling all the tension back into the air before returning to its original, boring shape.

Ty walked in, his expression already suspicious. He took one look at Riri, then at you, then back at Riri again before dropping onto the couch beside you.

“Y’all real quiet in here,” He said, “I ain't interrupting anything am I?”

You kept your face blank, taking another sip of your drink.

Riri just shook her head, that smirk now tucked behind her teeth as she crept over to the couch, dropping down on the other side of you. Her thigh brushed yours—unintentional on the surface—but she didn’t move away.

“Nah,” She hummed, grabbing the remote and flipping on the Bulls game. “Just got off the phone with Ma. We got dinner plans later, so y’all only got me for like another hour.”

She said it like it was nothing, eyes glued to the screen, but her body leaned ever so slightly in your direction. You could feel the warmth of her skin where it pressed into yours, and it fogged your senses.

You sat in silence between them, enduring their cheers and over the top commentary through the last two quarters of the game. Normally, you would’ve dipped out and shut yourself in your room by now, but not today.

Sitting next to Riri became a game of its own. You let her palm rest on your bare skin when Tyzen was too caught up in the game to notice. The corners of your lips curved as her fingers crept higher, inching closer to the heat between your legs. She hovered there, teasing, never quite touching until the final buzzer sounded and the Bulls took the win.

Tyzen jumped up with a shout, arms thrown in the air, and Riri seized the opportunity to slip two fingers beneath your skirt, rubbing them against the soaked fabric of your panties.

It took everything in you not to cry out. Your breath lodged hard in your throat, thighs twitching, nerves stinging. She was aware of your silent reaction, yet she didn’t even look your way. Riri kept her eyes on the screen like nothing happened, save for the smug little grin tugging at the corner of her lips.

Your heart was racing. You didn't think it'd be this easy to kick your plan into gear. Riri was easier than you thought, and you silently thanked whoever made her so.

You leaned back, watching as your brother walked her to the door, dapped her up, and exchanged their usual “see you laters.”

Her focus remained on you, and of course, you gave her something to look at, letting your legs fall open so she could witness the growing wet stain on the fabric of your lacy panties. You held the pose for a beat, long enough to see her lick her lips before turning back to Ty, who still had his back to you.

“Aight, Ty. Ima see you,” She said, pulling him into a quick hug before heading out.

“Don’t be a stranger, Ri,” You called after her, your words drenched in suggestion.

She didn’t respond, but you caught the shake of her shoulders on the way out as she laughed to herself.

Ty shut the door, then turned to you. He knew something was up, and he wasn’t happy.

“I’m warning you right the fuck now,” He began, dead serious. “Whatever ideas you got that involve Riri, get that shit out your head. She’s family. Y’all better dead that shit. I’m not fucking playing.”

“I’m not fucking playing,” You mocked under your breath, rolling your eyes as you stood. “Go to hell, Tyzen.”

Like hell you were gonna listen. He should’ve known better than to waste his breath on you.

You sauntered off to your room, way too excited as you bit your lip, thinking about how you needed more of Riri's fingers.

•••

It was nearly 1 a.m., and sleep wasn’t even pretending to come.

You’d flipped your pillow three times, kicked off the blanket, dragged it back over your legs, rolled to one side, then the other. But you knew the heat under your skin had nothing to do with the room. It was her. Still.

Riri’s hands, the way her fingers had pressed into you, melding with your wetness—that shit was stuck on replay in your mind, similar to broken record, looping over and over, and over again.

You grabbed your phone from the nightstand, screen lighting up your face in the dark, and stared at it for a few seconds before typing out the first thing that came to mind.

You: ty ain’t home

Simple enough for her to decipher.

Then you waited for forty-five damn minutes. You'd talked yourself out of this twice during that time. You could delete the message before she saw it. With a huff, you tossed your phone onto the mattress, only to snatch it up the second it buzzed.

Riri: where he at?

You rolled your eyes, already feeling the corners of your mouth tug upward.

You: with his bm

Riri: oh aight

That's it? No follow-up? Just two words and radio silence. It wasn't like she didn't know what you were trying to say. You tapped back into the chat and reacted to your original message with a little exclamation point. Emphasis, bitch.

Her response came a minute later.

Riri: okay, he ain’t home. what that mean? lol

You narrowed your eyes at your screen, giggling under your breath even though you were annoyed. She was being so irritating on purpose, and it was almost cute.

You took a deep breath, chewing your bottom lip before finally typing your reply.

You: it means come over dummy🙄

There was a moment before her text message came in.

Riri: what i’m coming over for?

Oh, she knew. She knew and she was dragging it out, along with every bit of your thinning patience. You sat up, head falling back to your headboard. You were grinning, fully wrapped up in her little game.

You: what other reason would i have to text you at damn near 2 in the morning? riri stop playing with me.

Riri: you was playing with me earlier. what, i don’t get a turn?

You: come over then. i promise you’ll get your turn.

You hit send and stared at the message, nerves and excitement warring in your bosom. You laid back, phone on your chest, heart thudding.

•••

About fifteen minutes later, your phone lit up with a single text:

Riri: outside.

You damn near flew down the stairs. You’d done away with the oversized T-shirt you fell asleep in, swapping it out for something sexier—your short, satin nightgown. You were baiting her.

You paused at the door, hand on the knob, imitating the tact needed to play it cool. Then you cracked it open. The night breeze rolled over your skin, making your curls dance as the door swung wider.

Riri stood just outside, one hand buried in the pockets of her grey sweats, the other gripping her backpack, holding it in place on her muscular shoulder. A black tank stretched across her chest in a way that made it hard to focus on anything else. Her gold chain glistened, the little “R” pendant resting right at her collarbone. She looked too casual for someone making this many waves in your system.

Her eyes dragged down your body languidly, stopping and lingering over everything you had exposed to her.

“Damn,” She said, that smirk creeping onto her lips. “You don’t leave nothing up to the imagination, do you?”

You raised a brow. “And yet you still standing there imagining shit.”

That remark made her laugh, and you rolled your eyes. “This whole situation amusing you, huh?”

“Lil bit, yeah,” She said, not bothering to deny it. “You gon invite me in or…?”

“In a minute,” You murmured, leaning into the doorframe. “Need some time to remember what you look like before...”

She huffed a laugh, eyes dancing. You saw the way her fingers twitched in her pockets like she was resisting the urge to reach for you already. That cocky patience of hers was barely holding.

You gave her a slow once-over, letting your gaze linger unapologetically. “Sweats and a tank, huh? That’s what you wear to your 2 a.m. booty calls?”

Her brows lifted. “That what this is?”

“You showed up, didn’t you?”

“Who says I wasn't already on the way over? Maybe I had to handle something for your brother.”

“Mhmm,” You said, drawing the sound out. “And maybe I'm just wearing this because I ran out of clean laundry.”

She laughed again, scratching her nose a little. “You so full of shit.”

“Just like you, boo.”

That made her smile for real, and you stepped aside to let her in. You held out your hand, fingers open. Riri didn’t hesitate as she slid her hand into yours. And without another word, you turned, leading her up the stairs, hips swaying, entrancing the shorter girl with every stride.

She was still smiling when you pushed open your bedroom door, and she stepped through, eyes dark and knowing.

•••

Your bedside lamp casted a glow over the room, accentuating your shadow and Riri’s as you walked into the space.

She stepped inside after you, locking the door behind her. Riri dropped her backpack onto the chair in the corner without a word, turning to look around your space like she hadn’t been in your room a thousand times before.

This time was different though.

You leaned against your dresser, arms folded. You watched her as she stood there with her hands in her pockets again.

“What’s in the bag, Ri?” You asked mischievously, tilting your head. You already had a feeling, and judging by the flicker of a smirk on her face, she knew you knew.

She hadn't answered your question, just looked over at you with that slow-burning kind of gaze that fried a hole through your skin.

And in true Riri fashion, she deflected, wandering toward your bed instead. “What would Ty think if he knew his little sister was texting me in the middle of the night like that? Using the fact that he with his kid to get me over here?”

You laughed under your breath, “I look like I give a fuck what Tyzen think?”

“No. You don't.” Riri sat down at the edge of your bed, legs spread slightly. Her eyes dipped to the hem of your gown again before returning to your face. “So what, you just couldn’t sleep?”

You walked towards her slowly, “Couldn’t sleep,” You echoed, standing between her knees now, letting her fingers skim your silky nightgown. “Had a lot on my mind.”

Riri looked up at you, biting her lip. “Oh yeah?”

You nodded, letting your fingers trail lightly across her shoulder, then down her chest, just grazing her chain.

“Like what?”

“You.” You blew it jaggedly, the answer to her question full of air and unrelenting lust. “You were on my mind, Ri.”

Her hands twitched where they rested on her thighs. She was barely holding on, and so were you.

Riri reached for you, wrapping a hot palm around the expanse of your thigh, and she pulled you closer with a famished grunt. “I need to know you're sure about this. Need you to know what you're starting.”

“Oh, I know what I’m starting, Ri,” You purred, letting your digits tangle in her thick curls. You yanked her neck back, causing her to wince beneath you. “Question is… do you know what you’ve started?”

That pulled another breathy grunt from her throat.

“Been thinking about you all day,” She admitted, finally. “Since earlier… since before earlier.”

Her slender digits were traveling up your inner thigh now, your core was calling them home, drawing them closer and closer like a magnet. “Thinking bout all that ass you been flashing me,”

“This pussy…” Eager fingertips found your soaked crotch, your wetness coating Riri’s hand. She began rubbing slow circles into your budding clit, coaxing a few rapid moans from between your parted lips. “Fuck. I should’ve known your nasty ass wouldn't have any panties on up under here.”

This time she did moan, and fuck was the desperate little noise glorious. “I been trying to be good, but damn, you make it so fucking hard, bruh.”

“Funny,” You tilted your head. “I been thinking something similar for the past five months you been gone. Except, I never planned to be good.”

You shoved her hard, making sure she landed smack dab in the middle of your mattress before straddling her hips. In a swift, skilled motion, you peeled your nightgown off, discarding it somewhere to the side, not caring. What you cared about was the girl trapped underneath you, practically drooling as she stared up at your naked figure.

“Jesus Christ…” Riri exhaled, forcing you to taste the hunger she breathed into the air.

You giggled, leaning down to drag your tongue up the length of her throat. Then you nibbled on her earlobe, lips brushing the shell of it as you whispered, “You were too fucking easy.”

Riri’s hands gripped your bare ass, fingers digging in as she bucked her hips up into you, her clothed crotch pressing right where you needed it. “I was easy? You were the one prancing around the house in that damn skirt, if you can even call it that.”

“You folded during a Bulls game.” You quipped, eyes glittering.

She smacked your ass hard, making you screech. “You had your legs open.”

“You had your fingers under my skirt.”

“Because you let me.”

You were grinning down at her now, still perched in her lap, shamelessly grinding against her, chasing any form of friction you could get. “This little tit for tat we got going is hot and all, but we both know why I called you over here. I need to be fucked, Ri. Now.”

“So demanding,” She smiled deviously. “And vulgar too. Just like a nasty little slut..” She pulled you down, kissing you slow, but there was no tiptoeing now. Your mouths parted, heat burn hot and heavy between the two of you. Your hands found her hair as her grip tightened on your hips, pulling you closer.

You were the one to break the kiss, breathless, your hands tugging at the fabric still separating you. Riri was still fully dressed, and it was starting to piss you off. “Take your clothes off.”

“Get off me and I will.”

You rolled your eyes, but obliged. The two of you switched positions, and you gawked from below as Riri ridded her body of every article of clothing, including her briefs. Immediately, your gaze dropped to her pussy. It was trimmed and calling your name, beckoning you near.

You hadn't even noticed you were reaching for her until Riri stopped you. “Not yet.”

Her refusal caused you to groan.

“You never been told no before?” She chuckled, eyes gleaming as she hovered over you, clearly amused.

You stared up at her, deadpan, wearing a face that screamed what the fuck do you think?

Riri only shook her head, moving to kiss your neck and you whimpered. Her lips traced a path down your throat, over your collarbone, dragging heat in their wake. She was finally taking what she’d been eyeing all night.

You arched under her touch, skin prickling as the cool air met warm flesh. Her mouth followed, and when it closed around your right nipple, your breath caught hard, hips bucking up into nothing, a quiet moan slipping out before you could stop it.

“You getting shy on me baby?” She teased, returning to suckle your left breast next.

You slid your fingers into her hair, tugging harshly, just enough to make her exhale against your skin. “I don’t even know what that word means.”

“Reckless girl…” Riri muttered, eyeing you with menacing intent.

You laughed, but it melted fast when her hand slipped between your legs, sliding over your throbbing, attention starved clit.

“Riri… please.”

She hissed, “Damn baby, you wet as fuck…”

The wonder in her voice served as motivation, “Yeah, no shit,” You spat, already breathless. “You took forever.”

Riri didn't reward you with a worded response, instead, she let her digits do the talking. Her middle finger ran up the length of your wet folds, rousing, hovering at your crying entrance before sinking in, deep.

A whine sprung free, loud and reverberating, and you thanked the heavens your mother was a heavy sleeper. Riri’s slow strokes were plucked straight from your dreams. She let her fingers slip through you... sooo devastatingly good. You were moaning, a mess splayed out beneath her. Your hips lifted off the bed, reaching for more.

Her thumb circled your swollen nub, her fingers slipping in and out of your soaked cunt. The pressure was building fast, and spreading all over. There wasn't an inch of your body left untouched by pleasure.

You were abusing Riri’s curls, pulling and fisting every strand as you felt your climax build in your deepest depths.

“Riri… right t-there! Don't fucking stop! Don't!”

She didn't. If anything, she got more focused, her eyes locked on your face, wanting to watch the moment you fell apart for her. “This all I needed to do to get yo ass to act right? Hmm?”

You didn't respond because you couldn't.

She smiled, “You look so fucking good right now baby, all stuffed with my fingers,” She pulled them out momentarily, eyes transfixed on the way your slick coated the digits. “Sound good too. So loud for me, so messy.”

Riri splashed around in your sopping cunt, coaxing your orgasm nearer and nearer with her rapid thrusts and sinful words. You would say she didn't know what she was doing to you, but she was keenly aware. And you knew she'd keep going, keep fucking you hard and deep until you were weeping, and begging her to stop.

“Wonder if you taste as good as you look.”

You hummed, plastering a dazed smile across your mouth, “You know I fucking do.”

“So mouthy, baby,” Riri whispered, her wet lips traveling the length of your abdomen. “Can't wait to shut you up again with my tongue.”

Your breathing was already ragged, your legs already twitching as her mouth ghosted lower, teasing just above where you needed her most. Her wet hands pushed your legs apart, spreading them wide. You watched her eyes roll the moment she heard a soft squish erupt from your wet pussy as your thighs separated for her, felt her breathy moan kiss your sweaty flesh as she moved her mouth closer to your heaving cunt.

You tried to say something smart, but the words got stuck in the back of your throat the second her tongue flicked out, attacking your clit with haste.

All at once, your sass collapsed into a gasp, hands flying up to grab onto anything that would anchor you in this moment. But Riri didn’t give you time to adjust, she kept sucking and licking, indifferent to your whines.

Riri’s mouth attacked your aching pussy, latching on to your clit, breathing you in like a woman drowning, and starved for oxygen. She slurped and sucked, drinking all of your juices as you thrashed above her.

She paused for half a second, lips slick, “Still got something to say?”

You wanted to smack her, just to remind her who she was dealing with, but violence would have to wait.

She was making you feel too good. Your orgasm was clawing its way up, and there was no stopping it now.

The wet sounds of her tongue lapping you up, her hungry growls vibrating against your skin—it was all so obscene, and it was everything. Riri wasn’t just trying to make you come, she was consuming you, behaving like the taste of you fueled her life force. She was getting off on it too.

You could feel it in the way her hands trembled, in how she rutted subtly against the mattress with every moan that tore out of your throat. This wasn’t just about you. Each time you cried her name as you writhed under her mouth, you were pushing her to the edge too.

If the tightness in her frame meant anything, Riri was going to come right along with you. That thought alone almost finished you.

“Ri, baby, I’m close. S-So close…” You whined, fucking her face with your slippery cunt.

She didn't shy away. Riri quenched her thirst with pools of your slick juices, suckling harder on your sore little nub, trying to bring you closer. “Me too baby. Come in my mouth, make me take that shit.”

You howled, the sound dragged raw from the pit of your stomach as your vision blurred, then vanished completely, eyes rolling back, going white with the force of it. You couldn’t see, couldn't hear, you just felt her.

Waves of pleasure crashed through your body, tearing through your senses like a storm. Your toes curled, locking in place, your body trembling as you rode it out, desperate to hold onto the high for as long as possible.

You were gone, so out of it that you didn’t even realize Riri was coming too, twitching between your thighs as her own orgasm sucked her under. But she’d come up before you had, and now, she was murmuring something low, lips brushing your inner thigh, her hand smoothing over your stomach like she was trying to bring you back to earth.

“Baby? You good?” Her voice was muffled, faint in your ringing ears, but you heard it.

You managed a weak nod, barely able to make out her drenched face through your blurred vision, and she chuckled.

“You never squirted like that before, huh?” She sounded confident in her accusation, and you wanted to slap that smug smirk right off her face.

But she was right, and you let her know, “No… f-first time…”

“I can tell. I never came from just eating pussy either. Guess we both got firsts tonight.”

You grinned wide, finally able to take in just how soaked her face really was. She had basically let you water board her. She looked satisfied as hell, licking her lips seductively, chest jumping as she tried to catch her breath.

You smirked, voice syrupy and bold. “Don’t tell me you a one-nut wonder, Ri. That’d be… disappointing.”

Riri huffed a little laugh, shaking her head as she peered down at you, wonder stricken by your tenacity. “You really think that?”

You shrugged, smirk still sitting pretty on your lips.

Your gaze followed her as she staggered off the bed, sauntering toward the chair where she’d dropped her backpack earlier. Her eyes were glowing, mischief written all over her face as she picked it up and walked it back over to you.

“Still wanna know what I got in here?” Riri asked, lifting a brow.

Your laugh was one you could not swallow, it’s intensity causing you to topple over into your mattress, cheeks blazing.

•••

“Knew you’d be tight, but god f-fucking damn, b-baby…”

You were on top of her, riding her specialty strap like there was no tomorrow. Your thighs were burning, a thick, sticky ring of cum already gathered at the base of the toy, but you refused to relent. The stretch was too good, the girthy member spreading your walls wide as you took her.

Of course Riri wasn’t helping. She just held your hips, letting you do all the work while she watch you bounce on her dick. You hated how much that turned you on. So you’d given yourself a new mission: Make her break first, make her just as needy as she made you.

And judging by the way her grip on your waist kept tightening… maybe you were getting close.

“Yeah? My pussy feel good wrapped around that big dick, don't it, Ri?” You flipped your hair to the side, eyes penetrating her soul as you grinded down harder, more fervent than before.

Shit this was good. It was fucking fantastic. Your third orgasm was clawing its way out, so close you could taste its flavor all over your tongue.

Riri was a mess beneath you, whimpering louder than you now. Her thumbs dug into your lower back, leaving heat in their wake as she clung to you. She was rutting up into you, her thrusts syncing perfectly with your relentless grind. The both of you were chasing the same wild and wordless sensation.

“Shit, y-yeah. Too damn good. Fin- Finna bust in this pretty pussy baby… mmm.”

That declaration made you clench around her, strangling her dick with your gushing, wet walls. But Riri fucked up into you anyway, working against your restriction. God, you could combust right now.

“Play with your titties for me.” She rasped.

You obeyed without reluctance, lifting your palms from her damp abdomen to tug on your puffy nipples. You groaned immediately at the contact, hips jerking forward on Riri’s pelvis. You were dripping now, clenching tighter with every movement as you climbed toward holiness, chasing salvation in your release.

“Baby… I’m finna come, finna come inside baby shit…” She was delirious, “Keep showing off for me. Please, please, please don't stop.”

You couldn't help the way your lips flicked. This girl was soo easy to test, but you loved it. You continued fondling your breasts and tweaking your nipples, moaning all the while. Your attentive buds had always been so extra sensitive.

“You wanna come in me?” You picked up your pace, fully aware of how close she was to the edge. Your well-used cunt clenched in anticipation, eager to welcome every drop of what she was about to give you.

“Mhmm! Wan– Wanna–”

You leaned forward, cradling her sweaty throat in your palm… and squeezed. “Beg for it.”

Defiance flared in her eyes, and you could tell Riri wanted to rebut, but the way you held her neck in your grip barred any chance of that happening, so she had no choice but to adhere.

“Let me come in this tight pussy, ma. I’m begging you. Let me fill your hole up, please. I need to fuck it back into you when it starts to spill out… baby… I-I, I need– please...”

Blubbering and pathetic, just how you liked your women. She was practically crying as she struggled to hold it in.

You weren't quite done with her yet though.

You were slamming down onto her dick, rough like you liked it, strangling her, restricting her airway as you edged yourself.

And then you let her go, allowing her to take her first breath of air in minutes.

“Fuck me from the back and nut in me, Ri.”

Riri didn’t need to be told twice. In seconds, she had you flipped onto your stomach, her grip unrelenting as she manhandled you into place. She had your face buried in the pillows, the scent of your own skin and sweat surrounding you, hips yanked up until your ass was arched and begging.

“Shit…” She hissed, reacclimating her strap to the warmth of your hole.

You barely had time to catch your breath before she started moving. She knew the exact angle that would have you clenching the sheets and biting down on a moan. “Fuck me Ri, fuck meeee… ju-st like th-at!”

“Like this, ma? This how you wanted it?”

You whined agreement, knees beginning to buckle.

“You not giving up on me yet, right baby? We not done.”

Riri slammed into you three more times before you felt her hot seed settle into your entrance, warming your body all over, but she didn't stop fucking her mess deep into you.

Your orgasm followed just seconds after hers. Quicker than the last, but slower in how it bloomed through you. It rolled over every nerve ending, stretching the moment into something endless. Your limbs went limp, and for a second, it felt like time had stopped.

“Wish you could see how fucking messy you look right now, you're dripping.” She was still gliding in and out of you, unable to let your pussy go. “So filthy.”

You gasped, too fucked out to stop her, not really wanting her to stop anyway. “Fuck it back into me, Ri. Make me take it.”

You didn't need to see her face to know she wore her signature smirk on her mouth, already granting your request without a sliver of hesitation. “God baby, you look so pretty when you full… need to keep you like this. Full of me. Shit…”

•••

Minutes passed, maybe hours, you couldn’t really tell. Somehow, you were waking, eyes breaking open from what felt like the deepest sleep. Your limbs were heavy, your body sore in the best, most sinful way. You were warm, wrapped in sheets and skin.

“Hey, sleepyhead.”

Riri’s voice drifted over you, and you smiled without thinking.

“Not you grinning when you hear my voice. Ego boost.”

“Girl, shut the hell up.” You giggled, turning your face toward her, cheek pressed into the pillow.

“You sleep okay?”

“Mhmm.”

She was already watching you, one hand kneading your ass. The suggestion in her eyes was quiet now. She looked deep in thought... hesitant for the first time since you'd know her.

“So,” She started, fingers still moving, “Not to bombard you with the ‘what are we’ question, but…”

You blinked at her, fully awake now. “You say as you bombard me with the ‘what are we’ question.”

“I just wanna know what this means for us. You telling me you wouldn't wanna know what we are after the way we just fucked?”

“Riri–” You began, but she cut you off.

“And I don’t wanna lie to Ty,” She added, “He’s my best friend, you know how it is. I’m not gonna act like this didn’t happen. Or like I don’t want it to happen again. I want it to keep happening.”

You rolled onto your side, facing her completely. “You think I regret this?”

Riri shrugged, but there was something vulnerable in the way she avoided your eyes. “You always been good at moving on from shit, so...”

“Only when it’s shit I don’t want,” You said simply. “And I want this, I want you. We’ll just... deal with Tyzen when the sun comes up.”

That got her to smile again. You leaned in and kissed her sweetly, removing all of the urgency from before. When you both finally pulled away, you just smiled at each other in the silent darkness. Sleep found you both soon after, arms wrapped around each other with your neck tucked into her collarbone.

You'd face everything else tomorrow.