#christopher owen

"well, i didn’t just lay there silently, i did moan, but it was always like pretend-" you paused, suddenly feeling embarrassed that you were talking about something so intimate, but you continued anyway, seeing no point in backpedaling now. "like i dunno if the guys i’ve slept with just weren’t good at it or if it’s just a me problem—probably a me problem honestly."

"wanna bet then?" chris suddenly asked, a slow grin plastering on his lips. he was, no doubt, plotting something that was sure to keep him entertained for days.

"bet? on what?" your brows knitted slightly in confusion as you looked at his increasingly mischievous grin. "chris what do you mean?" you pressed on, cocking an eyebrow when he giggled.

"let’s have sex." he finally said, his lips pressing into a toothless grin when he saw your wide-eyed expression, and his eyes crinkled at the corners in amusement. "i mean it, let’s have sex and the first one to make noise loses!" he exclaimed in between small giggles, obviously having fun seeing you look at him like he had grown a second head.

"what?" you blinked at him, not sure if you were misinterpreting his words or if he actually asked you—his best friend of how many years again? too many to count—to have sex with him and see who makes a sound first. "you’re not for real..." you trailed off when you realised that he wasn’t backpedalling or saying that he is just fucking with you. oh? so he is being dead serious, isn’t he?

despite your shock and surprise, you somehow agreed to the bet. your curiosity, and desire, was far too great for you to resist it.

after the stupid bet was made, you found yourself laying on his bed stark naked with his hefty length shoved deep inside your eager cunt. his hands gripped the underside of your thighs as he kept you, almost, folded in half—your knees on either side of your bouncing tits.

chris barely held back a moan at the way your gummy walls squeezed his length so deliciously. your walls sucked him in greedily whenever he pulled back and your eyes practically rolled back into your skull whenever he thrust deep, and hard, enough to bruise your cervix.

he was biting his lips to suppress the sounds building in his throat as the pleasure consumed his senses, and you were no different despite your initial doubt that he could make you feel good when no one before him had succeeded.

your brows were knitted together and lips slightly parted as you tried your best not to let out the sounds that were bubbling in your throat. your face flushed further when you heard the sound of skin slapping against skin along with the watery squelches of his cock ramming in and out of your absolutely dripping wet sex.

"chris- oh, ffuuuck!" you couldn’t take it anymore and moaned out his name. the moan you let out was such a foreign sound to you that, for a split second, you didn’t believe it came out of you, but the disbelief was quickly diminished as more of those desperate mewls exited your lips as if the first one had broken a dam.

chris halted mid-thrust, a raspy chuckle escaping him when he realized you had caved in and lost the bet. his lips curled into a triumphant smirk as he increased his pace, one of his hands coming down to draw quick circles on your clit in time with his pounding.

"thaat’s it, such a good girl." chris drawled, grunting with each slam. "moan for me baby, louder." he groaned, finally letting out his own sounds of pleasure, and just listening to him were enough to drive you crazy.

your moans grew louder and more desperate as you got closer and closer to your orgasm. your lower abdomen felt taut, a knot forming and twisting more and more as he kept dicking you down so good that you swore you saw sparks whenever he hit your sweet spot.

"sh-shit--shit! i’m gonna cum- i’m gonna... oh fuck!" you cried out when you felt your orgasm hit you in strong waves, making your whole body shudder and shake.

chris’s breath hitched audibly when he felt your inner muscles milk his cock in quick, rhythmic pulses. "fuuck, i’m s’close- just a little more ma... just a little more.” he almost whined as he fucked you into the mattress, his head ducking down to bury itself in your neck as he let out grunts and groans.

he lost his rhythm when he felt the band in his stomach grow unbearably taut before slowly unraveling into waves of pleasure that ran through his whole body. he slammed into you one last time before starting to thrust shallowly, his hips jerking erratically as he pumped his warm cum deep into your greedy cunt.

after a few seconds, chris finally slumped on top of you, breathing deeply to slow down his heartbeat while also trying not to crush you under his weight, but you found the slight heaviness welcome—almost comforting as you caught your own breath.

"well, well, well, guess who just lost a bet." chris teased after a while, propping himself on his elbows and looking down at you with a smirk. "guess you weren’t so quiet during sex, i mean those were some impressive moans." he mimicked your moan, earning himself a slap on his arm that turned him into a giggling mess.

you rolled your eyes at his laughter, even as a smile tugged at your lips, finding his giggles awfully adorable. "what will the loser do then? clean your room? do your laundry?" you scoffed despite your obvious amusement at his smug face.

"nope, the loser is gonna have to let me dick her down again ’cause that was the best sex i’ve ever had and i don’t think being best friends will hold me back from having this sweet pussy again." chris grinned unapologetically, earning a hearty laugh from you.

"you’re crazy, but fine, a bet is a bet, plus i can’t deny how good that was." your words made him grin widely, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

both of you hissed softly when he pulled out, still sensitive from your orgasms. he rolled onto his back and pulled you with him, tucking you into his side as his chin rested on the top of your head, his arm wrapped around your waist.

you and chris talked about random things before drifting off to sleep mid-conversation, cuddling close to each other.

what a cute pair of best friends.

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✩ ˙˖˚᮫ ⁱˢᵃ ᮭ ᮭ.ᐟ if you’ve read this fic before: i’m not stealing anyone’s work! this is a re-upload. etherealsturn was me lol

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the slap of skin against skin is loud in the room, a wet, rhythmic clap that echoes off the walls and drowns out the noise in your head. you are riding chris with a ferocity that borders on violence, your hips snapping down hard, taking his cock deep inside you with a force that makes your head spin. it’s not about pleasure. it’s about exorcism. every time you slam your hips down, you are trying to punish yourself for hoping, for being stupid enough to think that maybe, just maybe, things could be different.

you stare down at chris, but you don’t really see him. your vision is blurred by the sweat dripping into your eyes and the mental image of him. the guy who drifted away without ever knowing you existed as anything more than a friend in the group. the guy who made you feel something real for the first time in two years, only to pull back for whatever god damn reason. you noticed when the texts stopped coming and the jokes lost their edge. the friend group politics, the history with someone else. it was all a wall you couldn’t climb, and you broke your own heart trying.

chris’s hands are on your waist, but he’s not guiding you, he’s just holding on for the ride. his chest heaves, his abs contracting every time you drop your weight onto him. he feels amazing, thick and hard, filling you up perfectly, but you are chasing a numbness that won’t come. the burn in your thighs is grounding, a sharp physical pain to counteract the dull, hollow ache in your chest. you grind down ruthlessly, circling your hips, trying to erase the memory of that last conversation where the vibe was just… off.

suddenly, chris’s grip tightens, his fingers digging into your skin hard enough to bruise. he plants his feet on the mattress and thrusts up to meet you, stilling your frantic movements. you gasp, forced to stop, your body trembling with the sudden lack of motion.

"fucks goin’ on with you?" he pants, his voice rough and breathless. he frowns up at you, his eyes searching your face for something he can’t quite find. he straightens his back, sitting up slightly so you are face to face, the connection between you still deep and intimate.

"nothin’s goin’ on.” you snap immediately. your voice is cold, distant, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating between your naked bodies. you try to pull away, to resume the rhythm that was drowning out your thoughts, but his hands are like iron clamps on your hips.

chris chuckles dryly, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours. he shakes his head, his wet hair sticking to his forehead. "you’ve been slamming your hips down like you’re tryna break your bones or some shit, dude. like, what the fuck." he looks at you with a mix of concern and confusion. "y’know you can just talk to me, right?"

the offer hangs in the air, heavy and suffocating. you want to scream. you want to tell him about the disappointment, about the future you stupidly imagined in your head, about how much it hurts to be just another friend to someone who seemed like he would genuinely bring happiness into your life. but you can’t just spill that secret interest you’ve been having for the guy that probably never even intended to be more than friends with you. that’s not what this is. this is casual. this is just fucking.

no one in the friend group even knew about you and chris hooking up. you both decided that it was for the best after a drunken mistake led to surprisingly amazing sex. so after that one weird night, you came to an agreement of keeping this friends with benefits bullshit up without anyone knowing.

"yeah, well, i’m not here to talk, and i think we both know that.” you fire back, your voice sharp and clipped. you glare at him, daring him to push, to ruin the one thing that’s making you feel anything other than pathetic.

chris stares at you for a long moment, his jaw tight. he sees the cracks in your mask, the way your hands are shaking where they rest on his shoulders, but he doesn't call you on it. he exhales a long breath through his nose and lets it drop, for now. his hands soften on your waist, no longer restraining you but guiding you.

"alright." he mutters, his voice low. he starts to move you again, setting a pace that is slower than yours, more deliberate. "just… ease up a bit, yeah?"

you try to follow his lead, but the tension doesn’t ease. your breath comes in ragged gasps, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulders. you move mechanically, up and down, the friction of his cock dragging against your inner walls sending sparks of pleasure that you can’t fully enjoy. the silence between you is heavy, loaded with the words you aren’t saying.

but eventually, the composure cracks. it’s not a dramatic sob, but a physical collapse. your arms give out, and you fall forward, your chest pressing against his. you bury your face in the crook of his neck, your breathing harsh and uneven against his skin. you aren't crying, not yet, but your expression is a mask of frustration and pain, your brow furrowed, your teeth gritted.

chris doesn’t push for answers. he just wraps his arms around you, one hand splayed across your back, the other cradling the back of your head. he holds you together while you feel like you’re falling apart. he shifts his hips, grinding into you slowly, changing the angle so that he hits that spot inside you that makes your toes curl.

"you’re too much in your head." he murmurs, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your ear. his voice is steady, a lifeline in the chaos of your mind. "i dunno what the fuck’s goin’ on, but lemme help."

you close your eyes tight, shutting out the world. you focus on the sensation of him. the heat of his body, the solid weight of him beneath you, the way he fills you up so completely. you let the rhythm take over, letting him dictate the pace. he rolls you both, pressing you into the mattress, his weight grounding you, pinning you down so you don't have to think, don't have to do anything but feel.

he thrusts into you, deep and steady, his breath hot against your neck. "just feel, yeah? let that shit go."

and you do, for a moment. you let the world narrow down to the friction, the slide of his cock in your pussy, the smell of sweat and sex, the sound of his breathing in your ear. the ache is still there, a dull throb behind your ribs, but it’s muted, buried under the overwhelming heat of his body against yours. you move with him, your bodies syncing up, searching for a release that you hope will wipe the slate clean, even if you know it won't last.

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