Corrupting Chris: an erotic Five Boroughs short
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I pushed her knees apart wider and speared into her with a thrust so deep my eyes rolled back. "Oh my God, Stephanie." I froze, teeth digging into my lower lip so hard it hurt, and squeezed my eyes shut. So tight and wet and hot—oh my fucking God.
“Move,” Steph panted. “It’s okay, I’m good. Just move.”
I tried to speak but a strangled sound came out, almost like a whimper. God, I had Stephanie pleading with me to fuck her, and I was making strangled puppy sounds.
“Breathe, Chris.”
Raymond’s voice came from behind me, right in my ear, and I nearly died. He put a hand on my neck, rubbing the side and back of it. I whimpered again, but took a deep shaky breath, and eased my dick out of her.
“Yeah,” he said, voice hitching. “Just take it easy.”
“I c-can’t. Gonna come. Like now.”
“Nah you won’t.” His mouth was practically pressed against my ear. He kept touching me. And Stephanie was clenching up around me. Tight. God, they were trying to kill me. “Just go slow,” Ray whispered.
I ripped my eyes open and looked down to see Stephanie rubbing her clit as she watched me and Ray. He was breathing hard against the side of my face. I could feel his long hair grazing against my shoulders, his stubble against my face. His hand on my neck, fingers still kneading the tense muscles. God.
Stephanie grinned, and a slightly hysterical laugh built in my chest. How was this my life?
I rocked my hips and slid into her again. I went slow enough to keep from coming within an instant of being inside her, then picked up the pace. Stephanie’s smile grew, and she let her head fall back against the sofa, still playing with herself.
“I knew you’d fuck me right,” she said between deep breaths. “You’re too good at dancing to not have bomb rhythm in bed.”
“Yeah?” I moved faster, fucking into her with deeper thrusts. “Like that?”
“Yeah,” she whispered. She’d started arching against me to meet my thrusts, causing our bodies to slam together. “But harder.”
My lips parted as my breath came in deep spurts. I flexed my hips so I plunged in deeper, causing my ass to thump back against Raymond and his enormous erection. His hips jerked against me at the touch, but I didn’t freeze up or back off. No fucking way. I focused on her instead of him, loving the way she looked up at me, the way her bronze skin reddened when she was turned on, the way those arched eyebrows wound together.
“Like that?” I moved faster, digging my fingers into her knees. “Or you want it harder?”
"Please," she panted, rubbing her swollen clit, fingers already wet. "Just pound me."
"Fuck yes I'll pound that fucking pussy."
The sound of Raymond's filthy chuckle was almost lost to the roar in my ears as I started to ride her. I slammed my dick into her hard and fast, hitting her deep, while she arched up to meet me each and every time.
As promised, Ray stepped around me to kneel by the sofa. He started licking her clit as we fucked. He made a sound deep in his throat, like he was in love with her taste, and latched onto her soaked flesh. She released a strangled cry and pushed herself up on her elbows. Her mouth stuck in a soundless O as her eyes rolled back.
Her body clenched around me so tight that my orgasm came at me like a ninja—punching through my body lightning fast until I was saying her name, or some incoherent variation of it. I came inside of her.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped, sliding out of her. “I’m sorr—“
Raymond pushed me aside. He knelt between her thighs, hooked his arms under her knees to grab both her hands, and licked up every trace of my cum. My jaw dropped as she threw her head back, mouth gaping as she squeezed his hands.
“Raymond.” Her voice was a high-pitched keen. “I’m—I—“ She shook her head, hair caught on her damp mouth, and looked up at me in blind ecstasy. “Chris—“
I dropped to my knees where Raymond had been a moment ago, and drew her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard.
“Fuck Chris,” she wailed. “I’m gonna come.”
I reached over to rub her other nipple between my fingers, pinching a little, and sucked harder.
Her body locked up and she came with a series of sharp cries. I sat back on my haunches to look down and was treated to the sight of her pussy completely drenched as Ray kept licking it greedily. He released her hands to press one of her knees back, still eating her out, as she buried them in his long hair. Her back had arched up high off the sofa, and she crashed back down hard enough for it to jerk against the wall.
“Shit.” She yanked at his hair. “Stop, Ray. Too much.”
He made another of those low growling sounds and sat back. His hair was everywhere, mouth all wet, and he was stroking himself again. Legit sex god stuff. They were a perfect match in so many ways. Weird how they seemed to have no romantic feelings towards each other than a desire to get off.
“Fuck,” Stephanie whispered again, pressing a hand over her eyes. “I think I’m dead.”
“Not yet, you’re not,” Raymond said. “I still haven’t gotten off.”
“Chris can help you with that.”
I knew she was teasing, but my gaze jerked up to Raymond’s. He was giving me an indiscernible look, long lashes shielding his dark eyes, as he shoved his basketball shorts off entirely. There was something legit not straight about us once again staring each other down while he jacked his huge dick, but who needed those pesky details?
“I bet he’d jerk it for you,” she said, low and teasing. “Or suck it if he’s feeling brave.”
My eyes widened and throat closed. I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. Would he actually ask me to? Want me to?
“If he likes eating pussy, I bet he’d love sucking dick.” Stephanie grinned wider. “Chris, he gets so needy when you blow him. Starts begging. Especially if you play with his ass at the same time.”
I tried to find something witty to say, but the only sound that came out of my mouth was another strangled moan. I was picturing myself slobbing my best friend’s knob while fingering his ass, and it was making my dick try to get hard again. What was life?
Raymond shivered and swung his gaze away from me sharply. “Shut up, Stephanie.”
He crouched in front of her. She laughed and reached up to wrap her arms around his neck. I watched, fascinated, as he pressed his face into her hair and rumbled something in her ear. It was just low enough for me to not hear his softly spoken Spanish, but I caught her murmured: “It’s fine, dummy.”
He shook his head, reached down, and notched the plump head of his dick to her slicked entrance. I found myself holding my breath as he slid into her. I was completely entranced when she dug her hands into his shoulder after he started to move, and my dick gave another pathetically desperate twitch when she wrapped her long legs around his lower back. He started fucking her with a thoroughly relentless pace that made me wish I could see his dick sliding in and out of her. I could hear it though.
“Holy shit.”
Yeah, that was me with the intelligent commentary.
They moved together hard and fast but with a perfect rhythm that made it clear they had no intentions of drawing this out. He was close, I could tell from the increasing volume of his hoarse grunts, and the way his ass clenched with each thrust. I was transfixed by that clench. By the muscles that stood out in his thighs. He was just as beautiful as Stephanie.
Raymond jerked back abruptly, stroking himself with blurring speed as his hair hung around his face. I could not take my eyes off his wet dick. Especially when he came in several streams, his cum hitting her pussy, pelvis, and stomach. When he lightly tapped the tip to her clit, rubbing his semen everywhere, I had a vivid mental image of me cleaning them both up. Me tonguing her before he grabbed the back of my head to fuck my mouth.
Oh shit, I was so doomed to have super pervy thoughts for my entire life.
“Ay dios…” He swung out a hand to press against the wall, breathing hard. “Christ.”
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Stephanie dropped onto the couch again, sweat slicked and messy, hair everywhere, and looking absolutely like the sex goddess she’d proclaimed herself to be. I should tell her that, I thought. Tell them both? Right after triple checking she was on birth control. I’d seen her carrying the little packet of pills, but I had to make sure since I apparently was incapable of pulling out. Oh, then I needed to tell them that I’d had fun.
Fun? No. That sounded trite. “Fun” was what assholes said about stuff that they thought was cheesy or childish, right? If someone called my sex game fun, I’d leave. Okay, no, I’d say—
“Can you get off me now?” Stephanie pressed her foot against Raymond’s stomach and shoved. “I need a shower.”
“Give me a minute,” he griped. “Jesus. I can barely think straight.”
“Attempt thinking while sitting on the other cushion. My knee is falling asleep.”
Raymond climbed off the couch and gathered his hair in his hand, grimacing. “I’m hungry.”
Stephanie sat up, looked down at herself, then grabbed Ray’s jersey. Before he could protest, she used it to mop up her stomach.
“What the fuck? Wow, Stephanie. You said you were taking a shower, anyway. You coulda worn it to walk the six inches from here to the—“
“Six inches!” I grabbed my shorts and stepped into them. “It’s at least three feet from here to the bathroom, asshole.”
“Barely.”
“At least I have my own place,” I shot back.
Raymond flipped me off as Stephanie cackled. “All right, I’m showering,” she announced. “One of you flip a coin and decide who’s ordering food.”
At Raymond’s defiant look, I pretty much assumed it was going to be me. As usual. We dressed, washed our hands, and promptly fought over whether we were going to order pizza or Chinese. Bomb sex aside, it was business as usual.
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Santino Hassell was raised by a conservative family but grew up to be a smart-mouthed, school cutting grunge kid, a transient twenty-something, and eventually transformed into a grumpy introvert and unlikely romance author with an affinity for baseball caps. His novels are heavily influenced by the gritty, urban landscape of New York City, and his desire to write relationships fueled by intensity and passion.
He’s been a finalist in both the Bisexual Book Awards and the EPIC Awards, and was nominated for a prestigious RITA award in 2017. His work has been featured in BuzzFeed, Huffington Post, Washington Post, RT Magazine, and Cosmopolitan Magazine.
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