Love... | By : Nesha Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rihanna Views: 10363 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not know Chris Brown, Rihanna or their associates. I don't claim the places, designer brands, songs,movies or anything else mentioned. They all belong to their respective owners. I don't make money from this story. This is a |
In case anyone’s wondering, the title for this story was inspired by Chris Brown’s tweet on March 3. Coincidentally, it was immediately after Rihanna posted her infamous rice cakes picture.
WARNINGS: Don’t be deterred by the accents in this chapter. Chris and Mijo are from the south so naturally they’re going to speak with some twang! Chris’ girlfriend is mentioned in this chapter and for those of you who are fans of hers, read with caution!
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Love… Chapter 2
Christopher Brown sat at LAX airport in the early morning with his best friend, Mijo waiting for his plane to depart to Australia. Since he wasn’t doing any interviews in the American media this year, he told all of his family and friends that he was going to take a week-long trip to Australia for some rest, relaxation, and a bit of promotion for his upcoming album Fortune. His girlfriend Karrueche Tran wanted to tag along, but the singer declined, stating that he wanted to get away from the negative media and bullshit.
For the past month his girlfriend and his ex-girlfriend have been in a public online feud. The cyber animosity only brought more negative attention to Chris, so he told Karrueche that he just wanted to get away and clear his head, alone.
And it's a coincidence that it's on the same week that alien-looking girl took her vacation. The 5’1 half-Vietnamese, half-Black aspiring model wondered about her boyfriend’s true intentions. Of course she would never voice her suspicions out loud. Even though she would never admit it, at times she does feel intimidated by her boyfriend’s high-profile ex.
Mentally Karrueche didn’t understand what kind of cosmic pull Rihanna had on Chris. She knew all about the success of the female megastar, but there was a reason why Chris chose her and not Rihanna!
All of her life, the aspiring model has been complimented on her beauty. She has golden skin, almond-shaped eyes thanks to her Asian heritage, long, freshly-dyed blonde hair, and high cheekbones.
Her body wasn’t as curvy as Rihanna’s, but she was proud of it nonetheless. Karrueche was a dainty A-cup and had a slim, petite build. She knew that with Chris’ success in the entertainment industry her dream of becoming a high-profile model would take off instantly. Unfortunately she and the R&B artist have been dating for two years and so far she wasn’t even featured in a fashion catalog.
In spite of her failing aspirations, not to mention the media frenzy surrounding Chris and Rihanna’s reconciliation, Karrueche stood by her man’s side nonetheless. The more Chris and Rihanna’s names were mentioned in headlines, hers would be mentioned as well. And for the time being, that was good enough.
Meanwhile Chris reached inside of his carry-on bag and retrieved his iPhone 4. He sent a text to Rihanna, telling her his plane leaves in the next hour and he’ll be there by the early evening. He would fly to Australia then catch another flight to Fiji.
A few of his fans noticed him so they approached him and asked for his autograph and pictures. Of course he was happy to oblige given everything that transpired three years ago, his true fans still remained loyal during the public tragedy.
Once the small pandemonium fan-fest was over, Mijo looked over at the man who could almost pass as his physical twin (minus the nose piercing) and asked, “Is Robyn already th’r’?”
Chris’ best friend knew about the secret getaway with the pop star and was glad that his homeboy was taking initiative to rekindle the romance that Chris once shared with the gorgeous Bajan.
“Yeah man, she already th’r’.” Relaxing in his seat, Chris rubbed his short goatee and closed his eyes in concentration. He thought about his vacation with Rihanna, sharing his life with her, not having her in his life, and the public backlash if the media were to find out about their union.
Standing at 6’2, Chris Brown was considered a handsome man by many women, teens, and young girls. His face was angular with a short goatee and light mustache covering it. His body was in top form thanks to his rigorous dance routines. Both of his arms, upper chest, upper back, and right leg were covered in various tattoos that shielded the smooth, creamy complexion of his honeyed skin. His hair was also talked about in the media mainly because he continued to change the color from black to blond. At the moment his hair was black again.
“It’s ‘bout time you did somethin’ ‘bout dis sit’ation,” Mijo opened up the conversation. “Y’know how I feel ‘bout tha’ oth’r bitch.” Mijo sucked his teeth while he thought about Chris’ girlfriend. “Man y’know she a golddigga. You need ta drop tha’ ho.”
“Aye man,” the singer lifted himself in his seat and stared at his best friend in the eyes. “Don’t be disrespectin’ Kae, a’ight,” he warned.
Ignoring the tone in Chris’ voice, Mijo countered, “Man, tha’ ho be disrespectin’ you! All she do is spend yo’ money an’ shit. Aye man, when she gon’ find a job?”
Shaking his head, Chris turned away from his best friend and propped his elbow on the back of his seat, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. He wasn’t in the mood to argue about Karrueche. It was the same thing he heard numerous of times from several people about his girlfriend. His mother despised her, Mijo despised her, Rihanna despised her and his fans, which he affectionately calls “Team Breezy”, opinions were split down the middle about her.
He was content with Karrueche. When Chris was with Rihanna, it was a great, fun relationship, but with it came a lot of drama. He cheated and she became extremely jealous and possessive. They argued like it was no tomorrow constantly, and unfortunately it lead to that night he’ll never forget three years ago. It wasn’t until he lost Rihanna that he realized how much he missed her.
When they were together, he took her for granted because she was always around, but the moment they split apart Chris experienced his darkest hour. Now that Chris is back on top with a number one album and a girlfriend that pretty much allows him to do as he pleases without uttering a single comment, he begin to question why he was even with her.
Of course security played a major role in his relationship with her. Whenever Karrueche’s around the media generally left him alone and never questioned him about his love life. Also Karrueche added calmness to his otherwise, chaotic life.
Nevertheless, Chris would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t miss all of the drama that came with being with Rihanna. Because after the drama, there were hours upon hours of sweaty, uninhibited, tantalizing, powerful lovemaking.
Oh God, how he missed the crazy bouts of sex with that wildcat!
After every argument Chris would roughly grab his unapologetic lover by her arms, toss her on the bed, shred her clothes and fuck her mercilessly. The R&B star’s ego increased with every shrill cry and moan Rihanna released from her vocal chords, rhythmically matching his powerful thrusts into her soaking core. His memory of a particular time aroused him so greatly that he clenched his teeth to ebb his growing desire.
Damn, I can still feel her nails diggin’ in my back, Chris told himself. He blinked his eyes opened when he heard someone calling out his name.
“Yo! My nigga, Chris! Wake yo’ ass up!”
“Huh? Wha’?” Chris lifted himself up and rubbed the sleep away from his tired eyes. He didn’t even realize he fell asleep until Mijo’s voice woke him. Tha’ shit felt real as fuck. Damn it’s been a long time since we been togeth’r.
“If you keep sittin’ th'r’ wit’ yo’ dick hard an’ shit, you go’ miss yo’ plane.”
The singer looked down in his lap, and sure enough there was a large “tent” in his jeans. Hurriedly covering his crotch in embarrassment, Chris faced Mijo and seethed, “Nigga wha’ you lookin’ fo’?”
Mijo tossed his head back and laughed hysterically at his best friend’s expense. “Damn nigga, you go’ see Robyn again soon. Over th'r’ havin’ wet dreams an’ shit.”
Refusing to give into his best friend’s taunts, Chris was just thankful that no one else saw his hard-on. “Fuck you nigga, fo’ real tho’!”
He stood and slung his bag over his shoulder once his dick became flaccid again. Without even looking back at him, Chris extended his middle finger to his homeboy as he made his way towards the line for his flight.
Laughing even loudly then before, Mijo spoke loudly enough so only Chris could hear while Chris departed from his presence. “Naw nigga, fuck Robyn! That’s wha’ ya need ta do!”
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During his layover at the Kingsford-Smith Airport in Sydney hours later, Chris phoned into a local urban radio station for a ten-minute interview. He briefly talked about Fortune, his new movie Think Like a Man, and his upcoming tour.
Before ending his call, the singer thanked everyone in Team Breezy Australia for their continued devotion and support. Once the line was disconnected, Chris dialed a familiar number. His casual smile stretched into a sexy grin once he heard her voice on the other end.
“I want you to come on, Chris,” Rihanna cooed into her BlackBerry.
Hearing his lover’s thick, island accent instantly aroused Chris. Adjusting the bag over his lap so no one could see the physical lust in his pants, he lowered his voice and replied, “Oh, I’m gonna come… and come… and come… and I’m gonna make you come.”
“Mmm…” On the other end Rihanna lay comfortably in the tub of their cottage covered in suds as she listened to her old boyfriend talk sexy to her. Deciding to tease him for the moment, she suggested, “Let’s play a game. I wanna know which one of us is gonna come first.”
Chris’ eyes bulged when he heard the pop star’s words. He quickly looked around and made sure no one was paying any attention to him. Taking extreme caution, he stood and moved to a secluded area in the corner, making sure to wear his carry-on bag in front of him to conceal his hard dick.
Once he was settled the singer asked, “Wha’ you mean? You wanna do this now? I’m in public, Robyn.” He hissed into his phone. “You know I’m at tha airport.”
“The only thing I’m wearing is bubbles…” Rihanna ignored the anxiety in Chris’ voice and continued. “My body’s hot and soaking wet. I’m in this tub all alone wishing you were here with me. Every time I think about you dicking me down my pussy gets wetter and tighter. Can’t you feel it, Chris? My walls choking your dick, making you come hard, fast, and heavy?”
The R&B star pulled his iPhone away from his ear, clutched it in both hands and closed his eyes. He did everything he could to erase the mental picture Rihanna gave him.
Mind ov’r matt’r, mind ov’r matt’r… Nope, not workin’, he mentally chanted. One plus one equals two… Nope, still not workin’. Jay-Z in a mini-dress and lipstick… Chris immediately opened his eyes and cringed as he thought about Rihanna’s manager dressed like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.
Now that worked! He felt his lower anatomy gradually returning to normal, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Pressing the phone against his ear again, Chris rasped, “Stop this, Robyn! Stop this, right now!”
“I’m wearing my hair down.” Rihanna used her free hand and dipped it inside of the warm bath water. Slowly she caressed her perked nipples before lowering them to her body’s core. Spreading her legs apart until the heels of both feet were hanging outside the tub, she slid two fingers inside and carried on. “It’s been a while since you pulled my hair… fucking me from the back, huh Chris? It’s past my shoulders now. I can wear two ponytails and you can use them as reigns while you ride me from behind.”
Chris felt his dick jolt in his pants. He was hard again and he felt his boxer-briefs get wet with his pre-cum. Hell yeah, he desperately wanted to respond. He easily pictured Rihanna’s perfect ass high in the air while he pulled her ponytails fucking her hard and fast, just the way he knew she liked it.
“Nugh,” his woman moaned passionately into the phone. “I wanna feel you inside me, Chris. I have to use my hand until you get here, ugh!”
Got damn, now she playin’ wit’ herself? Chris knew he was close to climaxing and unfortunately his ex-girlfriend didn’t make the situation better for him because she kept going in spite of his silence.
“Hurry up, Chris,” Rihanna’s breathing became erratic and he knew that she was on the verge of coming. Good, at least I’m not in this alone.
Chris could hear the water in the background splashing around the tub with every thrust of her hand, and it made him even hornier. The image of Rihanna masturbating in her bath wouldn’t leave his mind, and he felt himself involuntarily jerk repeatedly in his underwear. Shit I wish I was th’r’ right now!
“Hurry up and—come, uh!” There were several pauses in the songstress’ speech due to the sheer concentration of getting herself off. “Please! Hurry, Chris! Ahh!”
Unbeknown to Rihanna, Chris came right along with her, soaking his boxer-briefs all the way. Now I gotta sit on dis plane wit’ dis shit in my pants! He pursed his lips, suppressing the grunts bubbling from his throat. Thankfully his carry-on was in his lap; otherwise he would’ve had some serious explaining to do with the airport’s patrons about his hard-on.
Once his dick softened, the singer collapsed forward into his bag, closed his eyes and breathed, “Y’know tha’s your ass when I get th’r’, right.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement that foreshadowed the freaky things to come.
Score one point for Robyn, Rihanna deviously told herself. She could hear Chris’ heavy breathing through the phone and knew that he just released himself, too. The moment she came down from her lust-filled high, the pop star said, “I guess this means it was a tie,” before disconnecting the call.
Chris listened to the dial tone for several seconds before ending his call. He squeezed his iPhone in frustration so hard that the plastic cover cracked inside his palm. I’m gon’ get her, ooh I’m gon’ get her!
The sound of an alert tone coming from his phone shook Chris from his mantra. He noticed it was a picture message from Rihanna. Against his better judgment, he opened it and nearly dropped the phone at the image on the screen.
His iPhone’s screen was filled with the image of the heavenly body of Rihanna standing, dripping wet with suds sluicing down her body, coincidently covering her most intimate parts.
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Chucking lightly to herself as she wrapped her body in a bathrobe, Rihanna knew Chris must have gotten the image she sent to his phone.
Score two points for Robyn!
*****
Once Chris checked into the resort, he retrieved his key and two-way radio. He took quick, long strides towards the private cottage he shared with Rihanna, wanting nothing more than revenge for the sexy torture she made him endure earlier.
The moment he was inside, he dropped his entire luggage in the living room next to hers. Not even paying attention to the décor of their rented home, Chris hastily entered the bedroom where he found his sex-kitten quietly resting on the king-size bed reading a book.
For a moment Chris didn’t move, he didn’t make his presence known. His brown eyes consumed the very chaste-looking young woman before him. Her dark hair was pinned above her head in a high ponytail. The large, gray terry-cloth robe she wore appeared to swallow her small frame whole. Gold-rimmed reading glasses slid down the bridge of her nose as she leaned closer to the pages of the book.
He continued to silently watch the various expressions change on Rihanna’s face while she continued to read. He inwardly chuckled when her perfectly arched eyebrows rose in surprise. They gathered when she frowned, and relaxed when her expression returned to its original countenance.
She looks innocent, Chris mused. The woman before him was a completely different person from the provocative woman who seduced him over the phone early that morning. He enjoyed seeing Rihanna like this. It’s been three years since he last seen her look so relaxed and peaceful that he wanted to savor the moment.
Chris frowned a little knowing that Rihanna still hasn’t noticed his presence in the bedroom. It mus’ be a good ass book, he wondered. He narrowed his eyes, focusing on the book’s title, Tomato Rhapsody.
Figuring enough time has passed since his arrival, Chris stepped forward, reached for Rihanna’s book and tossed it aside.
“Wha’? Huh?” Rihanna clutched her hand to her chest and looked up into the smiling face of Chris Brown. “You scared me, Chris. Why didn’t you say anything when you got here?”
“Because,” he slowly stepped forward and reached to unbuckle his belt. “I wanted to surprise you. Now, ‘bout yo’ punishment fo' today. Somebody’s been a bad girl…”
Holding up her hand to stop him in his tracks, Rihanna countered, “You can forget about my ‘punishment’ if you don’t take a bath. You’ve been traveling all day. You stink.”
“What? Girl quit playin’!” The singer took a few more steps towards his lover, but Rihanna stood her ground.
“No pussy until you wash your tushy!” Giggling at her corny joke, the songstress’ chortles turned into guffaws of laughter when she saw Chris’ baffled expression.
Facing away from Rihanna, Chris headed towards the bathroom saying, “Tha’s okay. You only gon’ make your punishment worse.”
Lying back in the bed, the pop star smiled sexily and replied, “I can’t wait, rude boy.”
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Chapter 2 is over! I guess I don’t need to tell you all what’s going to happen in the next chapter, huh?
Irrelevant fact: I was at work yesterday when I watched the video for Rihanna’s interview with Ryan Seacrest on the Chrianna blog. I jumped up and down in the warehouse all giggly and shit because I was so happy! My coworker looked at me with the expression, “why is this bitch smiling, laughing, and talking to herself?” Now, Chris owes Rihanna a public thank you for her compliment!
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