sadistic josh making you suck him off in the meanest way... mhm.. its purring.
(warnings): nsfw, blowjob, spit, choking/gagging, slapping, power imbalance
"take it, hon," josh murmured, snapping his hips forward with a low and whiny moan. "mm fuck— take it... this is what you wanted, right?"
you nodded as best as you could. your lips were stretched wide around his cock and your hands were clutching at his thighs. josh was being so mean, deeply thrusting into your warm mouth, using you in the nastiest way. you could feel the spit dripping down your chin as you struggled to keep up with him.
"mmh, ohh fuck.. sweetheart," josh groaned out, his grip on your hair almost painful as he roughly pushed into your mouth until the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. he watched closely at the way your eyes filled with tears and how you were softly gagging, and he swore that just from the sight alone, he could've came.
"mm baby, that's adorable! you're drooling all over yourself..."
you were so lightheaded, mewling around his cock without a single thought. he stilled his hips, his cock still buried in your throat. he reaches his free hand out to wipe away a tear with his thumb. "you look so pretty like this."
you whimpered around his cock, softly whining for air. your throat's burning, but josh was enjoying himself way too much. "throat's gotta be hurting right now, huh?" his expression was almost sympathetic... almost. but you know josh better than that.
he finally pulled back so you're able to breathe, and you gasp, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. but josh doesn't give you a long time to recover. he examines your face, cooing at you and softly caressing your cheek before raising his hand to give you a sharp slap that makes your head turn. "mh..!" you cry out, and josh can feel his cock throbbing at your vulnerable and messy state.
without another word, josh grips your face again, his fingers digging into the sides of your cheeks, forcing your lips apart before sliding his cock back into your mouth with a loud groan. "mmh—open wider, hon.. just a little more for me."
Summary: you find yourself at a Josh Washington Halloween party, then you find yourself on the counter in the bathroom with the host himself, knuckle deep inside you 😈 (this is a bad summary just read it)
Warnings: SMUT, 18+, fingering, masturbation, lil bit of exhibitionism, cum play (which was the kinktober prompt that inspired this!) Josh is creepy but sexy(as usual), kinda stalker vibes, Josh being a depraved lil freak, fake blood,
A/N: this is technically the last kinktober fic! But I wanted to name it :)) Happy Halloween! I had the idea of Josh dressed up as Patrick Bateman for halloween rattling around in my brain for weeks and this fic came to me.
“Do you wanna come to my weird brother’s Halloween party?” Beth had asked flippantly, over coffee
Using the word “weird”, to describe Beth Washington’s older brother Josh was putting it lightly.
You had met him a few times, and every time you were in the same room as him you could feel his eyes on you. seeping through your skin in a way that almost made it crawl.
Maybe it would be creepy, maybe you would feel uneasy… if he wasn’t so insidiously handsome.
Sometimes you would catch his gaze, like a hunter stalking his prey, and then as soon as you caught it, it was gone, replaced with a lazy smirk and a little wave of his fingers. He didn’t care that you caught him. He wasn’t ashamed to be watching you.
You had shrugged. “sure” you agreed, as you had no other plans for Halloween. And okay… yes…being around Josh was thrilling for some reason.
Maybe you liked feeling hunted.
The Washington estate was almost unrecognizable from its usually pristine condition. cobwebs tangled across the chandelier, bats dangled from the crown molding, and strobes of orange and purple pulsed through a fog machine haze that coated the floor. Bass thumped from the huge speakers in the corners of the grand living room, rattling cups on tables and daring people to dance.
Josh had gone way too hard on the decor this year. The entire place looked like a spirit halloween threw up on it.
You stood in the archway of the living room, plastic goblet of something way too sweet in hand, wearing a costume you almost didn’t have the guts to wear, until Hannah and Beth hyped you up in the your group chat.
A black corset cinched your waist, fishnets crawling up your thighs under a red satin mini skirt. Little red horns glittered above your head, and you’d swiped on your best red lipstick. It was basic… sure. But it worked regardless.
It’s not long until you spot him.
across the room, leaning against the fireplace like he was in a damn magazine spread, was Josh. wearing a plastic blood-splattered raincoat, a sleek suit underneath it, and a sickeningly perfect smirk. His hair was slicked back like a businessman on wall street. He held a plastic prop axe with fake blood dripping off it, and his expression was dead calm. a little too calm. Patrick Bateman. Of-fucking-course.
You tried to mingle, really you did, but he’d been making it very, very difficult to concentrate all night.
You’d been playing eye tag with him since the moment you walked in. Every time you looked over, he was already looking at you. Or he’d be chatting with someone, look up mid-sentence, and lock eyes with you like he was starving. It wasn’t constant. That would’ve been too obvious.
No, Josh was clever about it.
You’d catch him in the mirror behind the bar. In the reflection of a blacked-out window. Across the kitchen island while Mike was doing body shots out of Jess’s belly button.
There were no genuine smiles, no flirty winks. Just steady, unreadable stares or knowing smirks. Like he was trying to solve a puzzle and you were the mission piece.
Across the room now, he brought a plastic goblet to his mouth, eyes not leaving yours as he sipped. A strand of his dark, messy hair had fallen over his forehead and you wanted needed, to push it back.
The playlist started blaring a new song; Marilyn Manson’s cover of sweet dreams. The fog seemed to have thickened—or maybe it was just the tension in the room.
Your eyes left Josh, distracted by Chris—dressed as a ghost buster— accidentally spilling his drink down the front of his khaki boiler suit. He started dramatically and drunkenly whining about it when Sam started to mop it up with a random, discarded vampire cape from the floor.
After rolling your eyes with amusement, you turned back to look at Josh…
he was gone.
Just… vanished into the sea of bodies. You craned your neck, scanning the living room, the stairwell, the fog-drenched kitchen.
Nothing.
Your heart thumped, you swallowed a gulp of your too-sweet alcohol. Then, almost against your better judgment, you left your drink with Beth and slipped away, down the hall.
Away from the noise, away from the strobe lights, past the framed photos of Josh and his sisters. Past a blinking red Halloween lamp. Past a mirror that caught your reflection and made you jump, heart in your throat.
You didn’t even hear him.
A sudden yank—
You gasped as a hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you hard into a hall bathroom.
The door slammed shut, lock clicked.
Before you even realized what was happening you were pressed against the sink, porcelain cold against your spine, Josh’s fake-blood-splattered costume brushing your thighs.
“Jesus Christ—!” you panted, “—you scared me.”
But Josh just smiled.
Unblinking, pupils blown wide. His breath kissed your cheek as he leaned in slowly, calmly, like this wasn’t insane.
“You were looking for me” he murmured.
“You disappeared” you breathed, inadvertently confirming his statement.
His hands came to rest on either side of the sink, caging you in. He was close now, so close you could smell the faint hint of cologne beneath the plastic coat, could see the detail of fake blood splatter on his cheek.
“You shouldn’t go looking for things that want to devour you,” he said quietly.
You stared at him. Your heart thudded. “why’d you pull me in here?”
Josh’s smirk deepened. “Because I want to devour you”
And then he kissed you.
Hard, messy, possessive.
Nothing gentle about it. He pressed you harder into the sink, teeth grazing your lip as his fingers laced into your hair, yanking slightly to tilt your head up. You let out a breathless moan, fists curling into his raincoat, the plastic rustling under your grip.
You weren’t sure who deepened it first, him or you, but soon it was all tongues and teeth and desperation. You felt the wet heat of his mouth trail down your jaw, across your throat, his voice ragged:
“You drive me fucking insane, walking around in this skirt. Staring at me all night. looking for me in the crowd like you wanted this. You wanted me to—”
“I did,” you cut him off before he could finish.
His chuckle was low and dangerous. “I know”
His hand slid down your waist to your hip, squeezing hard, pinning you right where he wanted you. You arched into him instinctively, lips parting in a soft whimper that made him groan against your skin.
He reached down, lifting you onto the edge of the sink. your knees parted, welcoming him closer, and he didn’t hesitate. He yanked off his raincoat, tossing it aside and then he was running his bare fingers up your thigh. slowly, deliberately, as if savoring every inch.
“Fuck,” he murmured, voice shaky now. “I should’ve pulled you into this bathroom hours ago.”
“Why didn’t you?”
His eyes lifted to yours.
“Because I wanted to see if you’d come looking”
Silence.
Then you whispered, “What if I hadn’t?”
Josh smiled and pressed his mouth to your ear.“Then I’d still be watching you… waiting. Like always”
His eyes were so blown out and dark they looked bottomless, fixed hungrily on your mouth as he slid his hand between your thighs.
You shivered. The counter was cold and biting against your thighs, your skirt bunched up around your hips, the edge of the sink digging into your back as his fingers traced the seam of your panties. teasing, circling, never quite giving you what you wanted.
You whined, high in your throat, and that made him smile. It wasn’t nice. It was hungry.
“Look at you,” he whispered, voice raw, “squirming already.” His fingers finally slipped past the fabric, dragging slow and slick through your folds. He pushed two fingers inside, hard, making you gasp and clutch at his suit, legs falling further open, greedy for more.
“Josh—” your voice barely a plea, barely a word.
He grunted, sounding almost pained. “You hear yourself?—fuck you’re loud. You’re gonna get us caught, baby.” He crooned, even though you both knew the music was too loud for anyone to hear.
He curled his fingers, slow at first, savoring every twitch of your hips, every sound you tried and failed to smother. You were soaked. utterly, obscenely wet, and he was drinking it in, face hovering close so he could watch the way your mouth fell open, the way your chest heaved, he wanted to swallow every exhale.
Your eyes fell shut in pleasure and he grabbed your chin, firmly, with his free hand, making your eyes fly open again at the rough contact.
“Keep your eyes open, sweetheart” He leaned closer, so close you felt his words against your cheek: “I want you to watch me while I make you cum. You know how fucked up that makes me? How much I need to see you lose it for me?” His voice was trembling, feral, almost like he needed you to understand that this was sustenance for him.
You tried, you tried to keep your eyes open, but every curl of his fingers made your vision blur, your head leaning back to thunk softly against the mirror, your eyes fluttering, fighting to stay open and on him.
He let his thumb find your clit, circling just the way you liked. You jerked, a strangled whine slipping out, and Josh nearly choked on his own breath, grinding himself shamelessly against the counter, the outline of his cock straining obscenely against his slacks, desperate for any friction.
“You look so fucking good,” he muttered, lips dragging along your jaw, “You know how long I’ve been thinking about you like this? About having you spread out for me like this? fucking whining for me?” His voice broke as your pussy clenched down around his fingers, hips rutting helplessly into his hand.
“Josh—please—I’m—”
He didn’t stop, just sped up, the sounds of your wetness obscene in the echoing space. You clung to him, teeth sinking into his shoulder, your body wracked with tension until you shattered in his hand, a cry strangled against his throat. Your body shook as your orgasm ripped through you. Trembling in his hold.
He watched it all. Every shudder, every twitch, every whimper. His hand didn’t leave you. He pumped his fingers in and out, slow, like he couldn’t bear to pull out yet.
He was shaking, barely in control.
“I can’t—I’m—fuck, I’m gonna cum just from this—” he groaned. Watching you cum was too much, he just needed a few seconds of stimulation at this point—he couldn’t even be embarrassed about it, the need was too great.
He fumbled with his belt, frantic, desperate, yanking himself free. His cock was rock hard, swollen, leaking precum. He didn’t waste any time, didn’t even bother asking you to return the favor—his hand was almost brutal as he pumped himself, watching you still trembling and panting against the sink, thighs slick and parted for him. All fucked out and beautiful, because of him.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he groaned, voice gone to gravel. “Want you to watch—want you to watch me cum all over you—” he strangled a groan, His eyes never left you as he came, hot and thick, painting your thighs in messy, shuddering spurts, breath breaking on a ragged “fuuuuucckk”
He was still catching his breath as he looked down at the mess he’d made of you, chest heaving. He smiled lazily, laughing softly as he ran two fingers through his own cum over your smooth thighs—slow, deliberate—his hand trailed up your inner thigh and then past your panties as he pushed his cum covered fingers inside your cunt, sliding them deep, making sure to press it in, watching you gasp and writhe all over again.
“Yeah, that’s it. Keep it, sweetheart” he sighed. “Every step you take out there, you’re gonna feel me leaking out of you. You’ll know it. I’ll know it. I want you to walk through my party filled with my cum.”
He dragged his thumb across your lower lip, slick with your combined release. he kissed you, filthy, tongue sliding into your mouth, tasting both of you.
“You’re mine tonight,” he growled. “I want you to stay,” his eyes were boring into yours “I’m not done with you yet”
Outside, someone called for him. He ignored it. Eyes fixed only on you, pupils blown wide and wild. Your thighs sticky and trembling, heart beating like you’d just committed a crime together.
ׂ╰┈➤ Chris discovers your little thing for choking and can't seem to help himself in pushing the limit out of curiosity.
𖹭.ᐟ WARNINGS: SMUT MDNI, Nerdy!Dom!Chris, Nerdy!Sub!Reader, Fem reader, Choking/Breathe play, DRY HUMPING, Rough making out (forceful + biting), Pet names "Baby", "Good girl", "Sweetness", Faux sympathy— mildly mean Chris, PROTECTED SEX bcus Chris would 😓 No written aftercare 💔.
Notes! — i am writing this at 1 am with severe period cramps and insomnia. I actually LOCKED in with this and it's probably one of the longest pieces i've ever written so enjoy! Idk how many words... a lot....far too many.
It starts with a horror movie… an erotic horror movie. You’re both practically sweating your skin off, pressed next to each other on your bed, watching the scene unfold on screen—a guy in a mask who’s already sliced off half the girl’s shirt before his two meaty hands wrap around her throat. The man leans in to kiss her, the softness of it jarring compared to his rough actions. You side-eye Chris to see what he’s looking at, only to find him with a pillow over his lap, his eyes unwavering on the glowing screen.
It’s only your second “date,” but probably the fifth time you’ve hung out that week. It’s a cool Friday night, and the windows are cracked just enough to let the breeze fill your warm room. Chris glances over to find you already staring at him with a look he can’t quite decipher. “D-do you—want to, uh… skip this part?” he asks, nervous and quiet. You grin a little, leaning back with a more relaxed posture, a teasing tone lacing your next words.
“No… kinda enjoying this. Kinda wish that were me, a little.” You laugh, hearing his breath hitch and his tone falter as he quickly retorts—
“It can be.”
Now you’re perched on his large thighs, kissing him like you’d die if you stopped. The movie is temporarily forgotten as your hands tangle in his blonde tufts, scratching lightly at his scalp. Chris’s breathing grows heavy, soft sounds slipping against your kiss-plumped mouth. His large hands slide up your hips and sides, finding purchase on your chest just below the base of your throat. He pulls away for a moment to mumble, “…Were you serious about… w-wanting that to be you? His voice is thick with an itching need to know if you’ll indulge him. “Y-yeah… please.” Your voice is fragile and breathy as your hips move subtly in his burly lap.
Chris’s hands tighten on your hips, pulling you closer as his lips trail down your neck, grazing the sensitive skin with sharp, teasing bites. You gasp, pressing into him as his body presses insistently against yours, the friction between you both growing borderline muggy. One hand snakes up to cup the back of your head, tilting you slightly as his mouth hovers near your throat, his breath warm and shallow against your skin. Every inhale feels like it steals a little of your own air, and the sharp nip of his teeth sends shivers down your spine. Your hands claw at his shoulders, rocking subtly against him as his hips grind into yours, dry, relentless, and impossible to ignore. The room seems to shrink until it’s just you, him, and the shared, ragged rhythm of your need.
Chris tilts your head back just ever so slightly, his fingers curling around your throat just enough to draw a shallow, needy gasp from you. The pressure is firm but careful, his thumb brushing over your pulse as he presses you closer, his hips still grinding insistently against yours. “Look at me,” he hisses, and when your eyes meet his, dark and hungry, he leans in, pressing his mouth against yours, stifling your gasp with a possessive kiss. The combination of his grip, his weight, and his relentless hips makes it impossible to think.
Chris is pressed fully on top of you now, his weight heavy and unrelenting as your hands claw at his wrists, trying to find leverage but failing against his firm grip. Your back arches instinctively with every deliberate grind of his hips, his movements slow, controlled, each one designed to drive you wild. He leans down, his chest pressing against yours, both hands cradle your throat, thumbs brushing over your pulse as he tightens just enough to steal your breath. “Look at me, Sweetness,” he murmurs, his voice low and commanding, sending shivers down your spine. You find it nearly impossible to look at him with how filthy the whole scene is.
And suddenly his hands are gone. "W-wait why'd you st-" you're cut off by Chris shakily unbuckling his belt. "C-can't keep...teasing like this...need more...s'that okay, Baby?" His voice is rough and almost unrecognizable—you nod without a second thought, hips already rolling up instinctively, hungry for the connection you’ve both been building. Chris groans, leaning down to capture your lips in a desperate, fiery kiss before finally letting his hands roam freely again, sliding under your back, your sides, anchoring you against the bed as he positions himself.
Just as the tension reaches a fever pitch, he pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against yours. “Wait—Sweetness… we need… condoms,” he rasps, his hands moving to rummage his bag quickly before retrieving them. The momentary pause, though frustrating, only intensifies the anticipation between you both. You pause and stare at the condom—was he anticipating this? Or maybe planning it by picking out the movie and pretending he had no clue what it was about? You swipe the thought away—far too eager to see this side of Chris to care...you'll question it later.
Once he situates the material on himself, he slides your sleep shorts off hastily, his own boxers thrown off into some corner of your room. Chris aligns himself and slowly, deliberately slides in, both of you gasping at the sudden, intimate connection. His hands grip your hips, guiding the rhythm as he sets a pace that’s steady and consuming, each thrust sending shivers of pleasure through both of you. Your nails dig into his shoulders, your back arching with every grind, and he leans in, peppering your neck and shoulder with rough, needful kisses. Every gasp, every whimper, every tremble from you only drives him harder, and the room fills with the combined sounds of your need and the loud smack of skin.
Chris leans down, pressing his chest fully against yours, trapping you beneath him. Slowly, deliberately, his hands slide up your sides, over your ribs, until they curl around your throat, firm but controlled. He tilts your head back just enough, using the grip as leverage to guide himself, each thrust driving deep and precise.
“Feel that, Baby?” he growls, voice low and possessive, his thumbs brushing over your pulse as he keeps you pinned. Your nails dig into his biceps as he rocks into you, every movement amplified by the way he holds you, controlling not just the pace but your air, your shudders, every gasp. Chris’s grip tightens slightly around your throat, his thumbs pressing just enough to make every breath a delicious struggle. He leans down, biting along your jaw and neck, and you whimper, arching into him as he grinds harder, relentless in both force and rhythm.
“Aw, Baby… you sound so desperate,” he murmurs mockingly, though his lips graze your skin with feverish intensity. “Poor thing… can’t even catch your breath, huh?” Chris tightens his grip around your throat with one hand, pressing all of his force into it—meanwhile, his other hand trails deliberately between your legs, teasing and stroking, finding the exact spot that sends jolts of pleasure straight through you. Your hips jerk helplessly against his teasing fingers as he continues pounding into you, the combination of the choke and the relentless, precise pleasure from his other hand driving you higher. “That’s it, Sweetness… let go for me. Let me hear you."
Your back arches violently, your hands clawing at his arms and shoulders as your body shatters under him, waves of pleasure ripping through you, holding you firm with one hand while coaxing every last tremor from you with the other. “Fuck, Baby… you feel so good,” he growls, voice ragged, teeth scraping your skin as he uses your body to chase his own release. His other hand still teases between your legs, coaxing shivers and whimpers from you while his hips slam into yours, relentless in pace and force.
Chris’s movements grow erratic, each thrust harder and more desperate than the last, his grip around your throat firm but controlled despite his pitched moaning and needy pounding. Chris's orgasm follows moments later, losing himself with a guttural groan, every muscle taut as he cums with a sharp gasp, hips stuttering against yours, still holding your throat as he rides out the intensity—eyes fluttering and rolling back. The room is filled with the ragged symphony of gasps, softened moans, and the sound of your bodies sticking together from the filthy sweat glimmering under the warm lighting of your room.
Puppyboy! Chris Hartley with more of a dom reader?? 🤤
NGH. Puppy sub Chris makes me hard (i have a coin slot).
We are gonna make this one extremely gender inclusive this can be for ALL readers!
NSFW UNDER THE CUT BABY! MINORS SCRAM
Loves when you grab his jaw, force him to look at you while you tell him exactly what to do—he’ll nod frantically and stumble through “yes ma’am” or “yes sir.”
If you tug him around by his collar or hoodie strings, he’ll follow obediently, ears burning but body buzzing with excitement.
Gets so worked up he forgets to be quiet, so you usually end up covering his mouth with your hand—and he moans even harder against your palm.
Chris overthinks even when he’s horny, he’ll babble nervously about “statistical chances of this going wrong” until you shut him up with a tug on his shirt collar and a sharp look. Instantly clamps his jaw shut.
Chris gets so worked up when you praise him — one “good boy” and he’s rutting into the bed, glasses sliding down his nose while he whines.
His favorite “command” is when you tell him to sit pretty for you—he’ll kneel at the foot of the bed, cock straining against his boxers, hands twitching because he wants to touch but knows he’s not allowed.
He licks like a desperate puppy, sloppy and eager, moaning into you because he’s so turned on just from being allowed to have his mouth on you.
He cums embarrassingly fast if you ride him while holding his wrists down and ordering him not to move—and he’ll whimper apologies, begging for another chance.
A game of 'spin the bottle' with your friends led to inviting your boyfriends best friend, Chris, to join you for the night.
Ship: Chris X Josh X Reader
Words: 3598
AO3
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!
Normally, whenever Jess came up with the idea of spin the bottle, it always ended with couples arguing and people feeling uncomfortable while Jess laughs at everyone around her.
Like always, everyone in our friend group already had a few drinks when Jess raised her empty bottle and shouted for the others to join.
With a groan you leaned against your boyfriend who threw his arm around you. “Do we have to play?” You ask, already knowing that Jess would never let you leave without a good reason.
Looking up to your boyfriend, you notice a mischievous glint in his eyes. With a smile you ask, “So, whats the plan?” Pressing a kiss to your cheek, Josh whispered in your ear “As soon as either of us gets picked to kiss someone, the other acts super jealous. Just running away angrily and the other has to come after them.”
With a quiet laugh, you press a soft kiss to your boyfriends lips. “Joshua Washington, you are a bad boy.” Jess interrupted that sweet moment. “Come on Lovebirds! You will have enough chances to suck faces.” Rolling your eyes, you joined the circle with Josh next to you.
You could already see how Hannah glances shyly towards Mike at the same time Mike glances towards Jess. Now that promises drama in the future.
The game was chaotic as always. Shy kisses between friends and bold kisses between couples.
That was until it was Chris’ turn. When Chris spun the bottle, it landed on Josh, who chuckled darkly.
Someone has to be blind to not see that there was more between the friends than just normal friendship. Therefor you wouldn’t miss the chance to see what would happen between them.
With a nervous cough, Chris shuffled closer towards Josh. Surprisingly, as Chris leaned forward, Josh was the one to close the distance between them.
Instead of a quick peck on the lips, Josh instead pulled Chris into a deep kiss. With closed eyes, both guys sunk into it, opening their mouth to taste each other.
Watching them up close make out that intense caused heat to erupt between your legs.
You nearly forgot about the plan until Josh opened his eye to look at you. Embarrassed, you quickly got up and faked leaving the room with angry steps, even slamming the door behind you. Only a few seconds later did you hear Josh call after you, his acting skills even surprised you.
Leaving the door to his room open behind you, you only had time to face towards the door before Josh crashed into you, pushing you backwards onto the bed as the both of you giggled at your little prank.
Stroking through Josh’s soft hair as he laid above you, you decided to tease him a bit. “Is it possible that you liked that kiss a bit too much?”
Chuckling, Josh pressed a cheek to your lips before defending himself. “I’m just a good actor.”
“Don’t lie, I saw your tongue action with Chris.”
Again, Josh shut you up with a kiss, “Jealous?” he whispered against your lip, pressing his body even closer to yours. “Oh yeah, you better make it up to me.” you giggled as Josh finally kissed you with as much intensity as he kissed Chris just moments ago.
Josh let out a deep groan as you pulled on his hair, his hips grinding against your core.
Just as his hands started to slide up your shirt, a knock interrupted you two.
With a groan Josh stood up, his hair slightly messy and a tent starting to form in his pants.
Opening the door, you were both surprised to see Chris. “Everything ok Cochise?”
Chris looked nervous as he glanced between the two of you. “I just came to say, I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened but I hope the two of you are ok.”
A few seconds of silence were between you before Josh and you started to laugh.
Slinging his arm around Chris’ shoulder, Josh pulled him into the room before closing the door to keep out nosy people like Emily or Jess.
Getting up from the bed, you stepped closer to Chris. “We should be sorry instead, it was just our plan to get away from the game, you just were collateral damage.”you explained.
Chris let out a big sigh of relief, “Phew! I already thought I messed up your entire relationship.”
Josh laughed even more, giving his bro a side hug. “Do you really think I would do anything to mess this up?”
“Good point.”
Only now did Chris notice the way Josh looked. His cheeks turned bright pink and he stuttered nervously. “Oh sorry, I totally ruined the mood didn’t I?”
Thinking back to the kiss before an idea came to your mind.
“You better bring the mood back Chris.” you teased.
Josh and Chris shared a confused look before looking at you.
“What’s your idea pornstar?” Josh smirked, his eyes glinting with mischief once again.
Chris’ face was still red as he looked between you.
“I was thinking, the kiss was really hot,” you said while, once again, getting comfortable on the bed before continuing “how about you give me another show.”
To your surprise, Chris’ face turned even more red, you didn’t think that was possible.
While he stuttered around, not sure what to say, Josh pulled Chris with him, closer to the bed to truly give you a first row seat to the show that’s about to happen.
“You ready to give the lady a show?” Josh flirts as he gently grasps the face of his best friend, looking at Chris with his typical grin.
“You sure that’s ok with you?” Chris questions but gets quickly silenced by Josh’s chuckle.
“It’s just like when we practiced kissing in high school, just with a sexy girl watching.” Josh said, winking at you flirtingly as he said ‘sexy girl’.
“I knew you had practiced! I didn’t believe that I was your first kiss.”
Surprisingly, Chris seemed to gain confidence with this and put his hands on Josh’s hips while leaning forward. Their lips found each other and it didn’t take long until the kiss turned heated. Josh had his hand on Chris’ neck, holding him close as their tongues danced together.
Heat spread in your core as you watched the way their kiss heated up, hands wandering over each others backs and soft groans leaving their lips.
Craving friction between your legs, you rub your thighs together as you kept watching.
After minutes of heated making out, Josh was the one to end the kiss, glancing towards you. Offering you his hand, you took it and get pulled to his side, standing in a triangle with your boyfriend and his best friend. “Enjoying the show?” Josh purrs, cocky as always.
Instead of answering, you tangled your hands in his hair and pulled him into a heated kiss. You nearly forgot about Chris but as Josh teasingly bit your lower lip, making you moan, you heard him let out a whimpered breath.
Separating from your boyfriend, you look over at Chris who was still watching you two with a bright red face. One of your hands caressed Chris’ cheek while you turn to ask Josh “Can I get a taste as well?”
The only answer you got was a peck to your lips and a teasing nip on your neck before Josh pushed you in front of him, making you fully face Chris.
Caressing his face, you softly whisper to the blonde, “Is that ok with you too?”
“Yeah.” Chris said, gaining more and more confidence, taking charge for once and kissing you softly.
Compared to Josh, the kiss was tame and soft.
A surprised moan left your lips and made you separate from Chris as Josh started to suck hickeys on your neck, his hands massaging your boobs over your shirt.
Your lips found Chris’ once again as you moaned against them, your hands around his neck keeping him close.
As Josh teased you from behind, Chris kept his hands on your waist.
The next time you and Chris separated for air, Josh used to chance to move past you and kiss Chris again, pushing him backwards to the bed. Making Chris sit down, Josh made you stand in front of Chris and once again standing behind you, his hands playing with the hem of your shirt and whispering a soft “Can I show him how beautiful you are?”
With a nod Josh turned his attention back to Chris.
“You are about to see heaven” Josh announced, finally lifting your shirt up and throwing it on the floor, showing off your bra. Just a few seconds later, your bra landed on the floor as well, your nipples hardening in seconds from the chill room.
Chris’ gaze was stuck to your chest, his mouth slightly open and his hands gripping his jeans tightly.
A moan left your lips as Josh pulled on your nipples, making you arch your back.
“Isn’t she magnificent?” Josh spoke to Chris, while still playing with your boobs.
Chris only managed to nod and as you look down at him, notice a tent forming in his jeans.
With a shy smile you say to Chris “You can touch if you want to.”
Chris nervously looked up to your face as if wanting to make sure.
Moving out of Josh’s grasp, you kiss Chris again, grabbing his hands and moving them to your boobs yourself.
Chris whimpered against your lips the moment his hands touched your skin.
You heard Josh chuckle behind you as he watched the two of you.
Growing bold, Chris massaged your breasts more forcefully making you moan into the kiss.
A surprised squeal made you part from Chris and look behind you at Josh.
He just winked as he slid your pants down your legs, leaving you in your panties.
You felt your cheeks heat up but once again got distracted by Chris who moved to kiss your neck, his kisses slowly trailing lower.
At the same time, Josh softly grabbed your waist, grinding his boner at you from behind and bit your neck.
As Chris took one of your nipples in his mouth, you moaned loudly getting silenced quickly by Josh who once again kissed you passionately.
“Better be quiet, unless you want to give a show to the whole cabin.” Josh groaned against your lips.
The hands of both guys wandered all over your body, making you dizzy with pleasure.
Before you could sink even more in the feeling, nearly melting against their touch, you were suddenly pulled away by Josh.
Chris looked at you with a heated gaze, his eyes still fixated on you.
Moving you to kneel down with him, Josh groaned against your skin “Don’t you want to help him out a bit.”
You look in front of you, directly facing the Chris’ crotch.
Looking up at the blonde, you give him a smile before leaning down and kissing his cock through his pants, grinning as you hear another whimper from Chris.
Focusing solely on him, you open belt and the zipper keeping his boner hidden.
Desperately, Chris helped you, pulling his jeans down but stopped just before removing his boxers.
“You ok Cochise?” Josh asked from behind you, his chest pressed against your back and his hands soothingly caressing his friends thighs.
“Yeah…it’s just…” Chris started before nervously looking away.
“What’s wrong?” you ask.
Glancing at the two of you from the corner of his eyes, Chris sighed before revealing his secret.
“I don’t know if it counts but I never did anything since…” his eyes drift to Josh and your eyes frantically look between the two with a giggle. “You two? When?!”
This time, even Josh looks away flustered but answered nonetheless “First year in college, shortly before I met you, we just experienced a bit.”
Giggling, you give Josh a passionate kiss, “I wanna hear every detail later.”
His cocky grin was back as he gave you another peck on the lips “Deal.”
Finally the attention was back on Chris who luckily seemed more relaxed as he watched the interaction between the two of you.
“So, can I suck your dick?” you ask boldly.
For the hundredth time today, Chris’ face went bright red and he only managed to nod shyly.
Josh once again pressed against your back, pulling down his friends briefs for you, freeing the long cock that was already dripping precum.
It was slightly longer than Josh’s, curving to the side but it was also thinner than your boyfriends cock.
Looking up at Chris through your eyelashes, you give the pink tip a kiss before licking up the precum.
“He likes it when you lick from his balls to the tip, it makes him tremble.” Josh whispered against your neck, his hands once again massaging your hips and slowly pushing your panties down.
“Josh!” Chris exclaimed embarrassed but moaned loudly as you followed Josh’s advice.
And like he said, Chris’ legs started to shake a bit as his hands dug into the blanket, his knuckles turning white.
Taking the tip in your mouth, you solely focus on Chris, not noticing what your boyfriend was up to.
Slowly taking more and more of his length into your mouth, you grew wet as you hear the pretty sounds Chris let out. The moans and whimpers sounding positively dirty.
A sudden wet feeling against your pussy makes you moan yourself, vibrating against Chris’ cock. The blonde grabbed your hair desperately, holding you still.
Another wet feeling caused your hips to move towards the feeling.
Pulling away from Chris, you look between your legs at Josh who gives you a mischievous grin before diving back in, pressing his nose against your clit and his tongue against your entrance.
Once again you take Chris’ length in your mouth, once again making the blonde cry out in pleasure while you grind against Josh’s face, covering him in your arousal.
It didn’t take long before Chris’ suddenly pulled you away from his cock, breathing heavily and looking down with dark hooded eyes.
“You okay?” you ask, breathless yourself.
“Yeah, just didn’t want to cum yet.”
Before you could respond, Josh roughly pulled you closer to his face, focusing solely on your clit and causing your orgasm to approach quickly.
“Fuck! Josh!” you cry out, trying to move against him but his strong arms held you tightly, making you unable to move.
Chris watched mesmerized as his best friend ate you out. His eyes focusing on your core, watching your wetness drip before his eyes found Josh’s green eyes.
Only a few seconds later did you reach your high, throwing your head back and squeezing Josh’s face with your thighs.
Once your orgasm calmed down, you slowly moved away from Josh’s face, revealing his cocky grin as he licked his lips while staring at you.
Both you and your boyfriend joined Chris on the bed, on either side of him.
Grabbing his face, Josh made the blonde look at him. “You want a taste?” he chuckled, already moving to pull Chris into a kiss.
His friend didn’t wait long, his tongue licking over your boyfriends lips, groaning at the taste. You watched as the two of them made out, Chris only stopping in between to lick your wetness off his friends face.
After a while, Josh pulled away, his gaze meeting yours.
“What do you say bro, want to finally get that dick wet?” Josh chuckled with a serious undertone.
Chris looked over to you, his eyes drifting all over your body before stuttering “You- you don’t have to.”
Gently caressing his cheek, you give him a kiss. “But I want to.”
Getting comfortable in bed was a bit of a hassle, even with how big the bed was.
A good minute was just spent getting fully undressed while sharing kisses with each other.
You ended up laying on your back, Chris hovering over you while Josh kissed him from behind, rolling a condom on Chris’ dick before doing the same for himself.
Chris’ focus was on you, kissing you softly once more before rubbing his cock against your entrance. Meanwhile Josh behind got behind Chris, lube in hand and for once gently kissing the neck of his best friend.
“Are you sure about this?” Chris asked you once again. The only answer you gave is a kiss to the other side of his neck and wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer to your core.
Lining himself up with your entrance, the blonde finally pushed inside, just the tip for now but it was enough to make him groan.
Josh decided that was the best moment to push the first lubed up finger inside Chris.
It was clear to see that Chris was struggling with what to do. Move forward into your wet heat or back against the delicious feeling of being filled up.
Keeping only his tip in you, he moaned and whimpered as Josh pushed in another finger, scissoring his hole until he could finally add a third.
Once he could take four of Josh’s fingers, your boyfriend decided it was enough foreplay for his thick cock.
As Josh pushed inside, his hands holding Chris’ hips in a bruising grip, Chris started to breath heavily, nearly shaking as pleas for more left his lips.
One harsh trust was all it took. Josh managed to thrust hard enough to cause Chris to fill you in one go making both of you moan loudly. Your arms dug into Chris’ back as the blonde let out a high moan, his head suddenly falling forward against your neck.
His body shook as whimpers left his throat and a weird feeling spread inside you.
Wrapping your arms around him, you kiss the side of his face before whispering to him “Did you just cum?”
Embarrassed, Chris hid his face in your neck while Josh leaned down to stroke over Chris’ back as well. “Don’t worry, her pussy is magic, makes me cum sooner than I want to every time.” Josh tried to calm his friend, still deep inside him.
But to your surprise, Chris stayed hard inside you making you ask “Do you want to continue?”
Looking at you with his big watery eyes, he nodded before another whimper left him.
The nod was all Josh needed to start moving his hips fast and rough.
His thrusts were hard enough that Chris didn’t even have to move to fuck you.
It was clear that the feeling of both, your tight pussy and Josh’s big dick, was overwhelming for your Chris. Still, you couldn’t help but move your hips against him, fucking yourself on his cock.
You didn’t think it possible but Chris’ moans turned higher and you quickly pulled him down to you and into a kiss to silence him before your other friends hear his sinful sounds.
While Chris’ cock didn’t fill you as much as Josh’s did, he was long enough to hit spots deeper than your boyfriend could.
Both you and Josh fucked into Chris from both sides, the poor guy completely overstimulated from the both of you, tears welling in his eyes as he cried out in pleasure.
All three of you took turns making out with one another, the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the whole room.
As Josh’s hips moved faster, making Chris whimper more than before, you felt your own orgasm approaching.
The sight before you was enough to send you over the edge, making you clench around Chris, making him cry out once more.
Chris’ full body shook as he once again reached his peak while Josh’s hips moved with desperation, only having the goal to cum and not caring that his rough grip and thrusts moved Chris with him making both Chris and you overstimulated as you get fucked through your orgasms.
When Josh finally let out a deep groan, his hips moving slower before stopping fully, you could finally catch your breath.
Only the sound of heavy breathing was heard before the weight on top of you was lifted and Chris slowly pulled out.
With tired eyes you watch as Chris was moved by Josh, your boyfriend pulling the filled condom off his friend and laid him down next to you before taking care of his own.
As Josh walked over to the bathroom attached to the master bedroom, which was the reason he always fought over the room with his sisters, you turned to sling your leg and arm on Chris, cuddling close to his heated skin. Without thinking, his arms wrapped around you as well.
The both of you just laid in silence, only your breathing making a sound as Josh walked back, wet towels in one hand and a glass of water in the other.
“Sorry I didn’t have a second one.” he said handing the glass in your direction.
Taking a few gulps you handed the half full glass to Chris who downed the rest.
Sitting down behind you, Josh carefully cleaned your sweaty body with one of the towels before leaning over you to do the same favor to his best friend before laying down behind you and cuddling up to you.
A comfortable silence overcame the three of you nearly lulling you to sleep.
To no ones surprise, Josh was the first to say something.
“I guess it’s not always bad when Jess wants to play Spin the Bottle.”
