Back-Shots | By : Nesha Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rihanna Views: 14472 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
Disclaimer: I don't 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 fic |
I’m doing something different this time for this fan fiction. It’s not a new concept because I’ve done it several times with my anime fictions, but it’s new for the Chrianna family. I’ve read several Chrianna fictions and I’ve haven’t seen anyone do this—so I’ll be the first (if I’m wrong don’t hesitate to correct me).
This is a collection of various one-shots featuring Chris Brown and Rihanna. These stories aren’t in any particular order so technically there isn’t a plot. Some of them will feature sex, some of them won’t. It’ll just be different stories staring our favorite couple. I wasn’t intending to do this, but I got the idea from Anna who requested for me to write a story using my interpretation on what happened during Chris and Rihanna’s first time. And I thought, why stop there? I can write sex scenes that didn’t make it into Love… here. So that’s what this story is about. I’ll explain the summary in the author’s notes for each story.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t know Chris Brown, Rihanna or their associates. I don’t claim the places, designer brands, songs, movies or anything else mentioned in this story. They all belong to their respective owners. I don’t make money from this story. This is a work of fiction.
This story is in an alternative universe. Nothing canon here! Wikipedia’s definition: An alternative universe commonly abbreviated as AU, is a type or form of in which canonical facts of setting or characterization in the universe being explored or written about are deliberately changed.
Stories that fall into this definition are usually what-ifs, where possibilities arising from different circumstances or character decisions are explored. Unlike regular fan fiction, which generally remains within the boundaries of the canon set out by the author, alternative universe fiction writers like to explore the possibilities of pivotal changes made to characters' history, motivations or environment.
The title’s inspiration: Rihanna and Chris Brown have referenced back-shots in their songs. Chris Brown referenced them in “Marvin’s Room”, “I miss giving you them back-shots girl you remember that?” And Rihanna “Birthday Cake”, “Put a candle on my motherfuckin’ back, baby blow it!”
Back-shot(s) defined by UrbanDictionary.com:
1. To perform a back-shot, you gotta screw somebody from behind, bareback. Either hole will do. Now when you pull out instead of blowing it internal-like, cum on her back; that’s a back-shot.
2. After sex, pulling out and ejaculating on a woman's back.
WARNING: I have no fucking idea what I’m doing for this one-shot! I haven’t been following Rihanna’s career since her debut so forgive me if things seem out of place. Characterization was never my strength. I’m using pre-assault personalities so forgive me if Rihanna isn’t the Bad Bitch and Chris Brown isn’t the Thug Nigga. Remember folks, this is before they became caricatures of themselves now.
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Summary: Chris and Rihanna contemplate making love for the first time.
Young Love Part 1
“I'm just saying that we old enough to know we got that young love…” Chris Brown
Rihanna shyly linked her fingers with her boyfriend’s as he drove away from the MGM Grand Garden Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada. The winter, December night was special for the teenage couple cruising in his 2005 Ford Expedition; they were top winners at the 2006 Billboard Music Awards. After spending several minutes doing interviews in the press room, the only thought that kept running through the songstress’ mind was sleep.
At the tender age of eighteen it seemed like yesterday that Robyn Fenty, also known as the platinum, award-winning pop star Rihanna, was on a plane flying from her native country Barbados and auditioning for Def Jam Records’ president Jay-Z. It was two years ago when she was sixteen and the island-native easily recalled how nervous and scared she was to perform in front of such a prestigious individual. Knowing if she really wanted to, the Barbadian could outstretch her hand to reach and touch the very same man she admired from television, radio, and magazines. And the thought excited her immensely.
Rihanna could still feel her heart pulsating and the dewy spots of sweat dotting her forehead when she stood in front of Mr. Sean Carter himself. When she first stepped in the room, her body froze in shock, and she became extremely reclusive and very shy in front of the mogul. A part of her wanted to run out of the offices of Def Jam Records and board the nearest plane back to her quaint island. Her better half gathered strength and sung Whitney Houston’s “For the Love of You” live for the rich and powerful man.
She was equally floored when Mr. Carter praised her singing and immediately signed her to a recording contract. Now two years later Rihanna was Billboard’s Female Artist of the Year, Female Hot 100 Artist of the Year, Pop 100 Artist of the Year, and took home the award for the Dance Music Radio Airplay of the Year for her first number one song, “S.O.S.”.
It was more than a dream come true for Rihanna. It was a stupefying reality that felt like an out of body experience to the pop star. The Barbadian freely imagined herself floating in midair and watching the award shows, television appearances, and fans surrounding a budding star’s universe. She was on the outside looking in; it didn’t feel real. Everything was happening so fast and even though she’s still very young, it seemed she waited too long for her dream to come true. She waited her entire lifetime to make a career for herself in the music world that would rival some of her biggest influences like Whitney Houston, Beyoncé and Mariah Carey. If her career continued to progress at the accelerating pace it’s going, Rihanna would be well on her way.
And who else would share such an eventful moment with her other than her best friend, Chris Brown?
She looked over at her boyfriend and tried to read his face. The Barbadian couldn’t because his eyes were shielded behind dark designer, aviator sunglasses. His head was also facing the windshield to focus on the road. Rihanna studied the side of his face and smiled at the smoothness of his soft, light caramel skin, and the gentle stubble of his mustache.
The handsome, boyish face of the humble seventeen-year-old was all-smiles tonight during his three wins. The Virginia-native won for New Artist of the Year, Male Artist of the Year, and Artist of the Year. Rihanna couldn’t have been more proud of him. His acceptance speech for his eminent Artist of the Year award was so cute to the songstress. Chris was flustered because he was a newcomer and was competing against so many veteran artists. After listening to the presenters vocalize his name on stage, Chris raced to the podium to speak to the cheering crowd. The singer didn’t have a speech prepared because he didn’t expect to win. Awkwardly babbling and stumbling over his words, he kindly thanked his fans, God, and everyone else who were there for him during the beginning of his journey.
Now they sat in the SUV eagerly anticipating on their return to the hotel. It was a struggle avoiding being seen by the media and paparazzi when they left together. To keep their relationship under wraps, Chris and Rihanna didn’t sit together at the awards show. Neither teen wanted to draw attention to themselves and be labeled as a couple. They weren’t ready for that. They just wanted to have fun and see how things progress as time continued on.
Their relationship was still fairly new. They’ve been dating for an estimated three months, but they’ve known each other for well over a year. Rihanna and Chris started out as the best of friends, and they still are. Somewhere along the way a mutual attraction began to build between the two adolescents. Chris asked Rihanna out on a date and before either of them knew it, they were in a relationship.
The island-native snuggled deeply into Chris’ white blazer for more warmth. She closed her eyes and breathed in his cologne that still lingered in the fabric. The scent brought comfort to her and she sighed heartily, instantaneously feeling her stiff muscles melt away in relaxation.
“You cool, Robyn?” Rihanna heard the southern twang of her boyfriend calling out to her.
Nodding without opening her eyes she replied, “Yeah, I’m cool, Chris.”
“We almost th’r’,” he continued on, not realizing his girlfriend’s mind was in another place.
“Okay.” The pop star closed his blazer around her small body. Even though the SUV’s heater provided enough warmth to fight against the December air for the couple, Rihanna was content in snuggling in his jacket. It was something about being engulfed in his clothes that made her feel at ease.
Together they rode the rest of the way to the hotel in silence.
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Rihanna was fresh out of the shower and she was tying a scarf around her long, dark brown hair when she heard a knock at her hotel’s door. Already knowing who was on the other side, the songstress padded to the door to open it. She beamed at Chris when he grinned at her from the threshold.
Opening the door wider, Rihanna stepped back and allowed her boyfriend to step inside. She noted the confusion in his face and frowned before asking, “What’s wrong, Chris?”
Surveying her bedroom attire, the R&B sensation shook his head in disapproval. His girlfriend wore a long-sleeved, forest green, button down flannel nightshirt. She also had on the matching, wide-leg pants and thick, wool gray socks on her feet. Looking at the hot pink scarf on her head, only made Chris continue to shake his head disapprovingly. “Girl when I called you an’ told you I was comin’, I was kinda hopin’ you’d be naked. Or at leas’ wearin’ a thong or somethin’. Wha’chu got on is ugly!”
Looking down at her pajamas to quickly inspect them, the Barbadian looked up and scowled at her best friend. “Nigga, you trippin’. It’s cold outside. I am not about to walk around this room naked. You can forget it!” Looking at Chris’ clothes Rihanna told him, “And it’s not like you walking the runway at a fashion show, either.”
“Hey,” Chris pulled at the collar of his t-shirt and the waistband of his plaid, pajama bottoms. “I’mma man. I can get away wit’ it, tho’.”
Shaking her head in amusement Rihanna muttered, “Chauvinist” and closed the door. She walked to the queen size bed to sit down. “It’s late Chris. Why’d you come?”
“I need a reason to see my boo?” The pop star’s hazel-green eyes brightened at his compliment and she timidly faced away from him when Chris gave her his lovable, playful grin.
Chris sat next to his girlfriend and wiggled his eyebrows comically at her until she burst into a fit of giggles. Pulling Rihanna into a hug he said, “Naw, man my Ma’s trippin’ tonight! I woulda came ov’r earli’r but she had me on lock! I had to wait till she wen’ to sleep befo’e I came. And uh,” he looked around her room until he spotted his blazer hanging on the back of a chair. “I kinda, sorta need my jacket, too.”
“I forgot. I’m sorry.” Rihanna stood to grab his jacket, but Chris reached for her arm and immediately pulled her back down. “Girl I don’t need it right now. It can wait.” The R&B star lifted his girlfriend’s chin with his finger and pulled her face towards his for a chaste kiss.
Rihanna felt her cheeks flame even more but she didn’t pull away. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to get lost in her boyfriend’s kisses. The songstress sighed contentedly; her skin prickled when Chris’ soft lips left a trail of light pecks along her neck leading up to her ear.
The pop star reached for the back of his neck and closed her mouth over his. She kissed Chris slow, gradually building a rhythm for their mouths to move in sync. The Barbadian felt her best friend gently push her back against the bed, and she let out a sigh when her back rested against the thick comforter.
Rihanna allowed Chris to unbutton her top. Her hazel-green eyes concentrated on his fingers lazily taking each button slowly out of their holes until her shirt was undone. Feeling a slight breeze when he opened her top, Rihanna fingered the top of his head, massaging his scalp underneath his fresh haircut.
Chris left butterfly kisses from the waistband of her pants up to her collarbone. His dark brown eyes absorbed every heavenly curve of his girlfriend’s body, and he palmed both of her small breasts, loving the feel of the hardened peaks in his hands.
Keeping his eyes locked on hers, the Virginia native outstretched his tongue and flicked the tip against Rihanna’s nipple. Chris opened his mouth wider and took her entire breast inside. He firmly sucked her breast and toyed with the abandoned one to stimulate his girlfriend.
The R&B sensation felt Rihanna’s body squirm underneath his and he took advantage of the opportunity to ease his body in between her legs. Chris rotated his hips against hers, rubbing his erection through their clothes against the apex of her thighs.
Clutching the back of her best friend’s head with one hand, the pop star used her other to place on Chris’ hip. She tossed her head back against the pillows, moaned out loud, and pushed her pelvis upwards to connect with his thrusts.
“Chris…” Rihanna hissed into the air while she closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling of his body grinding against hers. His mouth pleasuring her breasts, and his hardness poking at her center through her clothes was becoming too much for the virginal island-native. His thrusts became faster, more demanding and their rocking bodies caused the mattress to shake vigorously underneath their weight.
Every chance they were fortunate to spend time together Chris and Rihanna took advantage of each opportunity. Out of the respect he had for her, Chris was willing to take their relationship slow, even if his libido battled with his conscience with his decision. The teen would be foolish to deny his girlfriend’s extreme beauty. Rihanna is drop-dead gorgeous. And every moment he was with her, he wanted to take their relationship to the next level. However he knew she was a virgin and she was saving her virginity for the right man. Chris prayed that he would be the man to fully claim Rihanna as his—someday.
He felt her nails digging in his scalp and hip and her cries became more urgent. Chris knew Rihanna was close to climaxing from the way her body started to shake against his. He sped his motions and lightly bit her neck before pulling the flesh past his lips to suck.
Removing the scarf from her head, Chris fisted and tugged his best friend’s locks and closed his mouth over hers in a passionate kiss. His body gyrated against hers hastily until Rihanna moaned into his mouth with her whimpers of passion.
Imaginary stars blinded her vision when she opened her jade irises to gaze at the ceiling. The Barbadian felt her core tighten, her sensitive nerves at her center doing jigs due to Chris’ touches, and her panties sticking to her when her honey soaked them.
Rihanna returned back to Earth from her high and panted exhaustingly after coming down from her orgasm. She smoothed her boyfriend’s forehead, wiping away the sweat that formed against his skin. She smiled after he gave her another rough, hard kiss and pulled him close to her in a crushing hug.
The island-native never allowed things to progress any further than heavy petting and harmless grinding. She was so afraid to go all the way and felt that it was too soon to even consider sex given how long they’ve been dating. Of course Rihanna’s thought about it; but out of fear of what would happen she never discussed the issue with Chris. Nevertheless it didn’t matter because Chris never pushed for her to go any further. He gave her enough space and trusted her to make the right decisions about sex whenever she was ready. His compassion and consideration for her feelings is the reason why Chris is her best friend.
“C’mere, Robyn.”
Rihanna felt strong arms wrap around her torso and her body being pulled on top of the tall, toned frame of her boyfriend. He pulled the covers back so they could get underneath them. She felt Chris tugging away at her shirt, and the pop star lifted her body to straddle his hips to take it all the way off. She also pulled off Chris t-shirt to lie against his chest to press her bare breasts against it. She wanted to feel his skin against hers and bask in his body’s warmth.
After turning off the bedside lamp, blanketing the room in total darkness, Chris kissed the top of Rihanna’s hair and said, “One day I’mma make you mine, Rob. Rememba tha’.” He was mildly upset because he couldn’t finish what he started. Their grinding sessions weren’t enough to make him cum; they only manage to frustrate him and yearn to be inside her that much more. But the R&B star refused to pressure Rihanna into making a life-changing decision about sex. He wasn’t arrogant, but he was confident that in due time Rihanna would eventually come to him to join as one being.
“Nigga you wish.” The Barbadian felt his hands palm her ass, rocking her hips against his once more.
*****
It was the night after the 2007, 49th Grammy Awards and Rihanna finished spraying her body with strawberry scented body mist. She stood in her hotel suite’s bathroom nervously anticipating on what was going to happen when she opened the door. She asked her boyfriend to come up to her room to celebrate his performance at the prestigious ceremony. The Barbadian was extremely proud of Chris.
Chris performed a show-stopping, action-filled version of his number one single, “Run It” live in front of millions. Afterwards he did a dance tribute to the late singer James Brown that would have made the legendary performer proud. Rihanna wanted to do something nice for her best friend to commemorate tonight’s show.
Chris sat outside waiting for her in the room and the island-native wiped her sweaty palms on her pajama shorts. Her bedroom apparel was innocent enough, she supposed. Rihanna wore a cotton halter heart-printed pajama top, and matching heart-printed shorts that stopped at her upper-thighs. She decided to wear her brown hair down in her parted, chin-length bob because Chris complimented her all night telling her that the style looked nice.
The songstress didn’t know if she was ready to take their relationship to the next level or not, but she did know tonight she wanted to go further than usual. She just hoped her boyfriend will appreciate the gesture. Taking a deep breath Rihanna opened the bathroom door and stepped into the bedroom.
Looking up from the television after hearing the bathroom door open, Chris’ dark brown eyes widened, and his jaw slackened in pure awe. His girlfriend shyly linked her hands in front of her body, and gave him a meek smile. Damn she fine as hell!
Rihanna slowly approached the R&B sensation and sat next to him on the bed. She looked down at their feet to avoid her eyes from taking in his bare chest. Chris wasn’t undressed when he first entered her room, but she assumed while she was preparing herself in the bathroom that he took off his shirt.
The pop star’s hormones were driving her wild; she couldn’t take her handsome boyfriend sitting next to her topless only in the black slacks he wore to the Grammys. She leaned closer to his body and breathed in the smell of Marc Jacobs' cologne. Smiling even widely, Rihanna felt Chris pull her close to his body in a smothering hug.
“Damn girl, you lookin’ good tonight.” She heard him say. “Wha’s all this fo’?”
Still refusing to look at him Rihanna gingerly answered, “It’s for you. I really enjoyed your performance tonight. You did good.”
Resting her head on his shoulder, Chris spoke in her ear. “Aw girl, thank you.” He caressed the bare skin of her exposed thigh and smirked wickedly when her leg started to shake underneath his hand. “So, wha’chu wanna do? Wanna watch some TV?” Of course watching television was the last thing on the teen’s mind. He was alone with his remarkably beautiful girlfriend who was half-dressed just for him. He hoped and prayed to a higher entity that Rihanna wasn’t simply teasing him just for her own amusement because with each stroke of his hand on her skin made his erection grow inch by inch.
The R&B star was elated when he heard her next sentence.
“No I don’t wanna watch TV. I just…” Rihanna hesitated and pressed her face in Chris’ neck from embarrassment. “…I just wanna be here with you…”
Chris predicted his prayers were being answered on this night, so he pressed her intentions further. “Okay… if you don’t wanna watch TV, wha’ do you wanna do?” He figured it would be another night of touching and grinding, and Chris didn’t know how much longer he could stand it. Blue was not the color that complimented the singer’s balls, because the way his erection was straining against his pants, he almost feared he would penetrate Rihanna regardless if she wanted it or not!
“…”
Chris raised his brow in confusion when the Barbadian spoke. He felt her lips move against his neck but her words were muffled because her face was still pressed against his skin. “Wha’ was tha’, babe? Say tha’ again.”
Rihanna lifted her face from Chris’ neck and looked him in the eyes. Her insides felt like jelly due to her nervousness, but she knew she had to be brave for what she was about to say. “I said Chris…” She desperately fought the desire to look away but kept her focus on her best friend’s good-looking face. “I want us to… touch… each other. Y’know… like last time but…” this time the pop star did look away from him, but turned her head back when the singer cupped her chin, forcing her to look at him.
“…but wha’, Rih?”
Clearing her throat, Rihanna finally told him, “I want more, Chris. I… I wanna see you, and I… I want you to see me… too…” There. It was out in the open and she felt so ashamed for even voicing her lecherous thoughts. Nevertheless that was the reason why she invited Chris to her room tonight. And she was determined to make sure her plan to seduce her boyfriend would be completed.
Chris Brown was rendered speechless. Not only was his prayer answered, but his usually shy and timid girlfriend was making the first move. Right now his dick was forcibly fighting against its cotton restraint just to be free the moment Rihanna grabbed Chris’ hand and placed it underneath her shirt.
Instigating the first move, Rihanna’s lips parted the moment her best friend’s fingers gently twirled her nipple. She leaned forward to give him a seductive kiss, but it was more awkward and sloppy than sexy when her tongue missed his mouth entirely and she accidently licked the side of his lips.
Smiling against her cheek, Chris continued to play and fondle Rihanna’s breast as he used his free hand to remove her shirt. Once it was on the floor he lay back on the bed and brought his girlfriend with him. His eyes were glassy, hazed with lust for the exotic young woman above him and he eagerly anticipated on how far they would go to satisfy each other.
Remaining silent, the singer released her breast and pulled at the waistband of her shorts. He slowly slid them down her hips and choked when he noticed his best friend wasn’t wearing any panties. “Wha’ the hell, Robyn?”
Biting her lip to keep from laughing out loud, Rihanna kicked the shorts off her feet and lay completely naked next to her boyfriend. “I said I wanted us to touch and… see each other tonight…” Surprisingly the Barbadian discovered it to be easy to talk to Chris now that she was free of her clothes. The way he was looking at her, like a man who was at the brink of his demise from hunger, and she was the last piece of meat in his presence. It turned her on and the apex of her thighs throbbed when her honey began to flow from within her.
She reached out to rub Chris’ arm but he confused her when he grabbed both of hers and pinned them above her head. Rihanna tried to free herself from his grasp, but she heard him say, “Naw… jus’… jus’ lemme look at’chu, girl…”
Chris made sure his vision was filled with every gentle curve of his girlfriend’s beautifully slim body. From her milk chocolate, perky breasts, down to her slim waist, the soft curves of her hips and thighs, and her hairless mound made his mouth water. As a member of the male species Chris knew his best friend was stunning, but her body was equally exquisite. This is the first time he’s ever seen her fully naked and he almost didn’t want the night to continue on because he wanted to just stare.
“God Robyn, you’re so fuckin’ perfect.”
Listening to him complimenting her looks made Rihanna smile. It pleased her knowing that Chris approved of what he saw. Funny enough she always felt that she was too skinny, but her boyfriend’s lustful gaze on her figure aroused her even more. Right now she was soaking the bedspread with her juices from just the look he was giving her alone.
Chris released Rihanna’s arms and closed his lips over hers in a passionate kiss. He felt her arms circle his body, and her hands holding the back of his head. He pushed his tongue past her lips to caress it against hers. There he tasted her, the sweet flavor of Rihanna that was intoxicating to his entire being. He smoothed his tongue across her teeth and the roof of her mouth to get more from her.
Involuntarily Rihanna’s legs opened and she felt the R&B sensation nestle in between them. She pulled her mouth away from Chris and cried out when he nibbled on her earlobe and bit her neck. “Oh Chris!”
Kissing his way down her body, Chris started at her smooth, creamy shoulder where he licked his way down to her collarbone and stopped at her breasts. He palmed them to knead them in his hands, feeling the gentle weight filling his palms.
Indescribable feelings emanated from her breasts and traveled along her nerves until they reached her pleasure center. Rihanna squirmed underneath Chris, indulging in the way her boyfriend’s lips and tongue were doing pleasurable things to her petite breasts. “Mmm…”
The island-native’s body froze, stiffened like a wooden plank the moment Chris’ fingers grazed her nether lips. She’s touched herself numerous of times, but this was the first time someone else has placed their hands at her body’s intimate spot. She felt the singer’s digits massaging and searching for her tunnel, and it made the songstress cry out. “Chris!”
Hearing Rihanna shout his name encouraged Chris to continue further. He slipped his middle finger in between her folds to press against the barrier that covered her canal. Using his thumb, the R&B star lightly grazed her protruding pearl and pushed his finger against her barrier until he slipped it inside.
Rihanna’s thighs closed around her boyfriend’s hand and she grabbed his wrist with both of her hands, thrusting his hand into her. “Oh… Chris is it… is it supposed to feel like… this…?” The pop star didn’t even realize she was moving her hips in tune with Chris’ wrist. She just wanted more of the unfamiliar, delicious feelings he was giving her. With every push of her hips and every thrust of Chris’ wrist managed to increase the sensitive tingles running along her nerves at her core. She soaked his entire hand with her nectar but was too far gone to even care. “More Chris… I want… more…”
Chris grinned down at his girlfriend who’s eyes were shut tightly and her pretty mouth forming capital O’s. He felt her thigh vibrate against his hand and knew she was on the verge of climaxing.
Feeling her soaking, virginal walls constricting around his probing digit made the teen brick-hard. He wanted nothing more than to be inside his new lover, to have their bodies join. However he was in control of tonight’s escapade. Rihanna was completely out of it and he didn’t bring any protection with him because he didn’t think things would get this far. But he was determined to enjoy every minute of this moment for as long as he could.
Extraordinary sensations washed over Rihanna and she tightened her death-grip on his wrist. She thrust her hips upwards once more until her body secreted her juices in Chris’ palm. She felt every bone in her body turn to jelly, and her muscles dissipate. Her body fell in a slump and her head rolled against the pillow. She desperately wanted to cry out his name, to tell him that he made her feel so very good, but her voice was gone. Whatever the feeling the Barbadian was experiencing, it was nothing compared to their nights of grinding and petting. This night far surpassed any of those.
Chris watched his innocent girlfriend experience her first, real orgasm. The way her body shook, the way she collapsed on the bed, right down to her lips moving but without speaking snapped his control bit by bit. It was a fascinating sight to behold, looking at Rihanna so wanton, her freshly coifed hair now tousled and splayed against the pillow, and her chest heaving as she took deep breaths to regain her energy. No man has ever done this to her before, and Chris was honored to be the first. And he was determined to be the only one to ever see her like this.
He was interrupted when he felt his girlfriend’s nimble fingers hastily loosening his belt and unfastening his pants. Chris knew he should stop her, but he didn’t. His dark brown eyes were focused on his lap while Rihanna sat up to unzip and slide his pants and boxer-briefs down his waist. Her breath caught in her throat when his erection sprang at attention.
The R&B sensation was almost tempted to laugh at his best friend’s wide-eyed expression of amazement, but kept his laughter in check. He watched as Rihanna’s hazel-green eyes inspected his long, thick length and he could tell she was wondering if she could take it all in. She ain’t gotta worry ‘bout all tha’. We ain’t goin’ tha’ far tonight.
Timidly Rihanna outstretched her hand to close it around Chris’ dick. She gradually pumped her fist around his shaft and noted that clear fluid was oozing from the tip. Going by instinct alone, the island-native used his essence to coat his length so she could pump her fist faster around it.
Looking up at her boyfriend, Rihanna gasped at the feral look in his eyes. But that’s not what caused her breath to get stuck in her throat. She watched in pure astonishment as Chris licked each of his fingers clean of her honey, and grinned down at her to say, “Tastes good.”
“Chris…?” Rihanna was uncertain of what would happen next. She didn’t expect her boyfriend to… lick… her, in a sense. But watching him lick his palm like a cat lapping milk was unusually arousing for her. I’m a pervert!
She didn’t even realize she released her hold on Chris until he pushed her back on the bed and separated her thighs. The songstress felt her best friend’s dick settle in between her nether lips and she gasped when he pushed his hips forward, forcing the tip of his dick to stroke against her clitoris.
Closing her eyes, Rihanna wrapped her arms around Chris’ neck and screamed, “Chris!” Every time their most intimate parts touched it sent ripples of electricity flowing throughout her system. The pop star sunk her nails in his shoulders and rocked her hips in sync with his. Her body shook with each erotic caress until the explosion she felt earlier repeated itself inside her.
She saturated Chris’ dick with more of her honey and locked her ankles around his waist. Rihanna tossed her head back and hollered his name to the ceiling, not caring about any of the hotel’s neighbors that could hear them.
Rihanna returned to Earth and looked down at her stomach when she felt warm droplets of liquid coating it. She watched intently, enjoying the bawdy display of her boyfriend frantically stroking himself and ejaculating on her torso. A part of the Barbadian thought it was completely gross, but the way her center tightened and trickled with more of her own fluid were signs that she enjoyed such a perverse act.
Chris’ eyes were squeezed shut and his lips parted in a scowl. He raised his body on one arm and stroked himself with the other. He didn’t stop until every last driblet of his seed was expelled on his girlfriend.
The moment he was completely empty, Chris crumpled in a heavy heap on top of Rihanna. He panted deeply and sighed contently when her fingers lightly massaged his sweaty back.
“Damn girl, you tha’ shit.”
Rihanna chuckled as she listened to her best friend compliment her. She kissed the top of his head and told him, “I wanted to go all the way tonight. I was ready, Chris.”
Lifting himself on his elbows so he could look down at her Chris responded, “Yeah babe, I know. But we ain’t got no condoms.” Smiling at the look of disappointment on Rihanna’s face he kissed her and said, “But don’t worry. We got plenty time. We’ll make love soon. I’mma see to tha’.”
Smiling brightly at her boyfriend, Rihanna clutched the sides of his face to kiss him deeply. “Okay Chris. I trust you. No rush.”
*****
Part 2 shall be up soon!
Irrelevant facts: Great! I had to write this after looking at that atrocious Fortune deluxe album cover and reading the sheer comedy on my Twitter timeline. It isn’t fair because I wasn’t focused enough to concentrate on this chapter. Sorry if it sucks. Oh and uh… I don’t really have experience in writing virgin limes. (Wikipedia) Fictions referred to as lime are ones in which the characters do everything short of having sexual intercourse with each other. Anime terminology for your asses!
Irrelevant thoughts: I just realized after seeing the photo of Chris smoking weed with no hands on the set of “Till I Die”, I wrote his no-hands-smoking in chapter 16 of Love… last month! I feel all proud & shit! And I truly believe that Chris turned Rihanna out and into the Good Girl Gone Bad (sips tea).
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