A gasp caught in my throat as Knowles' mouth devoured mine. His hands held my face, one slipping inside my hair and tangling with the locks.
I tried to push myself off the wall, but he gripped my hips and forced me back. A moan caught in my throat, and he used the opportunity to slip his tongue inside. God. My heart was pounding as my hands ran up his back and into his hair, pulling slightly to tilt back his head.
"What are you doing?" I found it hard to catch my breath.
"Kissing you. Isn't it obvious?" He smugly replied before capturing my lips back in his. His tongue gently caressed my own, not too much but just enough to make my head spin. My hands trailed from his back to his torso, my fingers pulling at the fabric of his vest to slip them under ever so slightly
His breath hitched as I softly toyed my fingers across his lower abdomen, just the feeling of his bare skin made my body thrum. It was like a drug and I was finally getting my fix. I kept kissing him back, every movement growing more desperate and intense, and his hands cupped my face again, but I managed to pull away, panting.
"You shouldn't be doing this." I told him.
His chest was rising up and down at a rapid pace, "Why not?"
"Because I just threw a drink in your face." one minute we were arguing, the next we wanted to rip each other's clothes off.
"True." He admitted. "Oh well." He kissed me again and gripped my wrists in one hand, slamming them above my head. His kisses were intoxicating, every time a part of his body touched mine, fireworks full of tension and angst went off. And suddenly I was left with the fervid adrenaline coursing through my bloodstream.
Yet the second I felt his grip loosen on my wrist, I broke them free and pushed him off. "I don't understand you." I confessed. He stared at me a little lost. "I just ruined your chance at picking up a gorgeous woman, I called you ugly and pathetic, and I threw my drink in your face. And now you're kissing me?"
He remained silent for a moment, staring at the floor.
I pressed my hands against his cheeks, "Talk to me." I begged.
"Okay, yeah, so maybe I'm acting a little irrational." He let out a long breath, realising where I was coming from.
"You said this break was about giving each other some self-respect and you're not doing that for yourself right now." I spoke.
He stepped away and let out another deep breath.
I fixed the halo on my head, "You flirted with another woman in front of me. Why the fuck am I kissing you?" I thought allowed. Yes what I did wasn't great but he stood there and let her talk shit to me. I could defend myself and I did, but the support would have been nice.
Instead it felt he had more interest in getting his dick wet.
"I wasn't flirting." He argued.
"Well, you weren't exactly stopping her flirting, were you?" I crossed my arms and leant back against the wall.
"She wasn't flirting."
"She asked you if you were a sexual person! Who on earth asks that?!" I exclaimed.
He ran a hand over his face, "She was pretty tipsy."
"Why are you defending her?!"
"I'm not!" he raised his voice to match mine.
"You are!"
"Why do you care?!" he finally burst out.
I tried to find a reply, but all words escaped me. I didn't know what to say. Knowles stood there, watching me, waiting for my answer. My eyes darted around the room because they couldn't meet his. What was I supposed to say? Eventually, I gave up and sighed. "Because... Because I was jealous." I confessed.
"Why?"
I stared at the floor, "Because this gorgeous woman was flirting with you, and you wouldn't even look at me."
"You wouldn't even look at me." Knowles fired back. "Before that, this entire night, you've been avoiding me." Okay, so he had a point. "You're not even looking at me now."
I lifted my eyes up to meet his. My stomach stirred. Ew, what the fuck was that? I tried not to panic.
"Why d'you think I wore this costume?" I chuckled hopelessly, lifting my arms slightly to show it off. "You were supposed to be looking at me, not her."
"I was looking at you." His eyes poured into mine. "You just weren't looking back."
He was? Maybe I was trying so hard to avoid him I didn't see his first reaction to me.
"Okay and what about when I came over to you. You refused to look at me then." I pointed out. He was more interested in Piggy than me and, yeah, Piggy was cute but hello? I was right there!
He sighed a little, "Alright, I'll admit, that's true."
"And you knew for sure that Gemma was flirting with you." If he didn't, I was about to severely question his intelligence.
"I really didn't." oh God. "I wasn't really paying that much mind to her if I'm being completely honest."
I drew my eyebrows together, "What's that supposed to mean?"
"McCoy..." he chuckled, "Have you seen yourself tonight?"
For a second I couldn't understand what he meant until I watched his eyes skim down all over my body, zeroing in on my long legs. Heat flushed all over me and his gaze sent a pulsing sensation straight down below.
It turned out my outfit worked but I still felt unassured for some reason.
"Did you not see her?" I referred back to Gemma. "I mean, her boobs were huge." At least I was being honest.
He chuckled, "I don't care about that."
"Well, she had an amazing ass too."
"I don't care about that either."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, c'mon. Every man on the planet is either a boobs or butt guy. You have to be one or the other." I didn't need him to take pity on me. I had neither, I wasn't going to cry about it.
When I was younger, several guys constantly reminded me that my body type wasn't their ideal. They wanted tits or ass, sometimes both. I grew to live with that fact, but I didn't let it stunt me. I learnt to live with it.
"Is there a mind option?" Knowles caught me of guard.
I uncrossed my arms, "Huh?"
He stepped forward a little, "Because Gemma told me she went to Berlin last summer..."
What was he getting at? "Okay and?"
"In Sweden." He finished his sentence. "She told me she went to Berlin in Sweden."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Berlin in Sweden? Not Berlin in Germany or Stockholm in Sweden?"
"Nope." He smiled. "And she told me that she thought she saw a Dodo Bird on the beach a few weeks ago."
"Stop it." My mouth gaped. Geez, Gemma was not a smart cookie. "Raphus Cucullatus has been extinct since 1681, in fact all three species of Raphidae went extinct by about 1790 –"
"Exactly." He cut me off, grinning. He took another few steps towards me. "But if mind's not an option, how about legs?" he continued walking gradually to me. My heart pounded against my chest as his eyes lingered up my bare legs. "Because yours go on forever."
I shook my head, unable to say a word.
"No?" he teased, now only an inch or so away, "How about eyes?" he stared into mine, his breathing soft. He raised a hand and twirled a strand of my hair around his fingers, "Or hair?" he let those fingers run across my collarbone, up my neck, and across my jaw until one thumb pulled down my bottom lip.
"Or lips...?" he whispered and before I could even register, he was kissing me again. I opened my mouth for him and wrapped my arms around his neck. Without warning he lifted me up, guiding my legs around his hips, pushing me back up against the wall.
"I'm sorry I threw my drink in your face." I whispered against his lips when we pulled apart.
"It's okay." He whispered back. "I'm sorry I was so clueless about Gemma."
"It's okay." I said before kissing him again.
He pulled away after a second or two, breathing heavily, "I didn't want to sleep with her."
"And who do you want to sleep with?" I asked.
He pulled me in to kiss me again, "You." He answered, kissing me again, a little harsher this time.
Immersing myself in it for a second, I soon pulled away and questioned, "Does this mean...?"
"That the deals back on?" he picked up on what I was trying to insinuate. "Yes, angel. It's back on." He gripped my hair and pulled me back to kiss him.
Our lips fought back and forth, tongues caressing, groans beginning to mingle. This was what I needed. I craved it with every last fibre in my body.
Grabbing that stupid cowboy hat off his head, I thew it away somewhere. My fingers itched to feel his bare skin on mine, so I slipped my hands under his vest, still wet from the wine, and trailed them up his torso.
His moans filled my mouth causing my legs to tighten around his hips, pulling him in closer. Closer. I wanted more, I wanted so much more.
As if reading my thoughts, Knowles lifted the vest up and off him, tossing the material somewhere, and his mouth met mine once more. I gasped when he pressed his crotch to mine, the swell behind his jeans meeting my core.
"Fuck." He cursed against my lips. Soon, he was walking over to my bed and placed me on the floor, spinning me around to undo the back of my corset.
His breathing became erratic as his fingers fiddled with the ribbon that was carefully threaded in and secured earlier.
"Why won't it come off?" he asked desperately, placing kisses on my shoulder. "For fuck's sake, can I rip it?"
"No! It's expensive." I whined and tried to help. Oh my God, why was this so difficult to undo?
"Who the fuck tied this?"
"Ezekiel – ow!" I yelped as he bit the side of my neck. "What was that for?" my body shivered as he tongue soothed the sore ache.
"Don't bring up another guy." He replied. Finally, he managed to undo the corset and pull it off me. A groaned in annoyance caught me off guard. "Why are you wearing a bra too?"
"To make my boobs look bigger." I answered and he spun me around to face him.
He unclicked my bra behind me and pulled it off. "But I already like your boobs." He pushed me back onto the bed.
He came down on me, kissing his way up my stomach, navel, neck, and then back to my breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth.
"Chris." I moaned, his tongue circling around the bud, biting down ever so slightly. My back arched into him, and I hooked my legs around his hips, pulling him closer to me.
"They're perfect." He groaned, the vibrations eliciting another type of bliss, stirring pleasure inside me. His other hand pinched my other nipple. Fuck. My hands ran up and down his back, feeling the muscles contract and they itched to explore more places.
It'd been so long. I used whatever strength was left in me to flip us around, so he lied underneath me. With eager eyes, he sat up and threw the halo off my head, I untied the bandana around his neck, and I bit the fingertips of one of my gloves to help pull it off.
Knowles took my other hand and did the same. Instead, once the glove was off, he sucked each finger into his mouth, kissing my knuckles, working his way up my whole arm.
The action was so small and rushed but instantaneously became the most romantic thing a man had done to me in bed.
Of course. He's a romantic after all.
Once his sweet kisses met my neck, his hands gripped my hips and began guiding them to rock against his. Yes. Fuck, this was amazing. He sucked and bit, his tongue swirling and lips pressing gentle kisses.
"Yes." I moaned, my arms falling around his neck and into his hair. "So good."
His hands squeezed my hips harder, fingertips marking skin. It was a pain I liked, and in retaliation I pulled at his hair, soft moans of his warmed my skin as his lips continued their sweet assault.
However, all seemed too good to be true as my bedroom door flew open. "Rya, d'you know where the – OH MY GOD!" Ezekiel screamed and rushed out of the room, slamming it shut hard.
We both broke apart with startled expression. Oh my God. Oh my God.
He must have noticed my panicked expression because he cupped my face with one hand and whispered, "It's okay. He already knows we're hooking up."
"But what if he accidentally tells everyone." Oh my God. What is Leah's gets suspicious and walks in?! I've already made a scene and now for her to find out I've been keeping this secret from her. I would ruin her birthday for good.
"Is everything okay?" I heard Sienna's muffled voice behind the door as she questioned Ezekiel.
"Um... y-yeah." Ezekiel nervously stuttered.
"Is something wrong with Rya?" Sienna's concern grew.
"No?" wow, that was really convincing, Ezekiel. Well done.
I could imagine Sienna placing a hand on her hip, "Really? Because you sounded extremely unsure and you're also guarding the door." At least he was guarding the door.
"I accidentally walked in on her changing. She was naked." Great excuse.
Sienna huffed, "Fine, but we need her out here to help clean up."
"Alrighty, ma'am."
"Don't call me ma'am, Ezekiel. I'm not your mother." I could imagine Sienna rolling her eyes.
Ezekiel chuckled nervously, "Yeah but you kind of scare me like her though."
"Good. Now go get Rya."
My bedroom door suddenly opened, and, in a dash, Ezekiel stepped in and slammed it shut behind him. I tried to move off Chris, but he held me closer, reminding me that I was, in fact, topless. Well damn.
"What the hell guys?!" Ezekiel whisper-shouted. "This isn't the time for you two to get all freaky!"
"I know, okay!" I hissed back. Managing to break free from Knowles's hold, I wrapped my arms around myself to conceal my tits from sight.
I didn't want Ezekiel to see my boobs.
What boobs?
"Can you turn around whilst she gets changed?" Knowles asked Ezekiel rather coldly. I shouldn't have told him about Ezekiel tying up my corset.
Nonetheless, Ezekiel sighed, raising his hands in defence, and turned around. "This is Leah's birthday, not a sex-fest. You should be out there dancing with your friends, not with this man's penis!"
"I know!" I fished through my draws trying to find something to cover up with. Luckily, I found a black camisole that worked fine.
After slipping it over my head, Chris got off the bed and watched me. "You. Stay here." I pointed sternly.
"If something's wrong with Leah, I have to go check." He argued.
"Actually, I think you'd upset Leah more if you both walked out of the same bedroom at the same time. Considering you've both been lying to her for months now." Ezekiel turned back around.
"Exactly." I said. "Which means you stay here."
"But –"
"No buts!" I pretended to zip his mouth. Irritating flared his expressions but that didn't stop me from storming out of the room, leaving him behind.
The party was pretty much empty now. What the hell happened? Only Cora, Jayden, Roman and Ezekiel remained.
"Where is everyone?" I asked in confusion.
Roman walked over with a trash bag in hand. "Leah wanted to show her friends some bars downtown." He answered. "They left a couple minutes ago."
"Oh." I watched Cora and Jayden cuddle up on the couch and eat some of the donuts. At least tonight worked out well for them.
"Is she mad at me?" I bit the nail of my little finger.
Roman walked back to the kitchen counter and I followed. "Not really. Only a bit upset. She said you promised her that you and Christopher would be civil for her birthday... and then you threw a drink in his face."
A sigh left my lips, "I know, it was bad."
"Sienna and Taylor thought it was really funny to be honest." He told me, "That was until they saw Leah so worried you guys were about to start a whole-ass throw-down."
"We weren't going to start a whole-ass thrown-down." I argued.
Roman paused for a minute before expressing a look of apology, "I did tell Chris to knock it off when you left." He told me. "I didn't mean to aim it all at you. It's just..."
"I threw the drink in his face." I finished off.
He sighed, "Yeah. Look I guess we all forgot how much you hated him back then."
"It wasn't that bad."
"Sienna said you once wanted to play jump rope with his intestines." Oh. Yeah, I probably did say that.
"I didn't actually though." I pointed out. "And it wasn't just me!"
"You'd be in prison right now if you actually did. And I know. As I said, I told Chris to knock it off." He tied up the full trash bag and picked up another one.
I rocked on the balls of my feet, "So... You and him are friends?"
He opened the trash bag and placed more empty bottles inside. "Yeah. Don't worry, I'm not going to then all 'Team Christopher'" He laughed to himself.
"So you're 'Team Rya'?" I asked hopefully.
"I'm on no one's team. I'm Switzerland."
I rolled my eyes, "Who are you? Bella Swan?"
He shook his head, smiling. "This isn't Twilight, Rya."
My eyes lit up in surprise that he got the reference, "You've seen Twilight?"
"I have a girlfriend — now fiancée." He replied like it was an obvious reason. "And I'm good friends with Chris and you're basically going to be my sister-in-law. You two need to figure this out."
I crossed my arms, "We can be civil, you know."
"Oh, I'm sure."
My stomach dropped, "What's that supposed to mean?" he didn't know. He couldn't. I hadn't even told Sienna and she was basically my sister. There was no way Knowles would tell Roman. "Do you know something?" I narrowed my eyes in warning.
"Nothing." He shrugged. "Am I supposed to know something?"
"There's nothing for you to know." I said and grabbed an empty beer bottle, throwing it in his trash bag. "Where is Sienna and Taylor by the way? Did they go out with Leah?"
"No Sienna just went to the bathroom and Taylor's down the hall on the phone." He replied. I wished Leah was still here so I could apologise. But I really needed to talk to Sienna. Everything in my life was better when I talked to Sienna.
So, I made my way down the hall to the bathroom and waited for her to come out. Yet in the silence of the hall, muffled voices came from inside Leah's bedroom. Huh? I knew Roman said Taylor was on the phone so maybe he was in there.
Curiosity got the better of me and I stepped closer to Leah's door and listened in.
"I don't know what you expect me to do." Sienna hissed. Sienna? She was supposed to be in the bathroom.
"I just need your help." Taylor calmly responded. Taylor? What was this about?
"You can't just spring something like this on me. I'm getting married in a few months! I can't just drop everything for this." It was wrong of me to listen in, but Sienna sounded upset.
"I'm not expecting you to drop anything, I know it's not fair on you, but he won't listen to me. He'll listen to you." Taylor told her.
"Oh really?" she chuckled in frustration.
"Yes! Sienna, he owes you much more than what he's ever owed me." Taylor replied.
"You're saving his life, Taylor. He's going to owe you the most out of anyone else ever." She argued.
"You would do the same in a heartbeat if it were Rya." Taylor argued back. "I would never force you to do anything but you're one of the strongest people I know, I wouldn't be asking otherwise."
As I leaned closer to the door, my foot slipped, and I accidently pushed the it open. Both Sienna and Taylor stood in Leah's room and stared at me in surprise.
"Um... sorry." Was all I could think to say. "Roman said you were in the bathroom?" I stared questionably at Sienna.
"I'll go help him clean up." Taylor said under his breath before making his way out the bedroom. Sienna followed too and closed the door behind her yet remained in the hallway with me.
"What was that about?" I asked quietly once Taylor was gone.
"Don't worry about it." She batted it away, but her eyes looked a little red.
I frowned, "Sienna..."
"It's okay, Rya." She smiled softly. "Taylor was just asking me for some... private advice. It'd be wrong of me to share it." I could understand that but what I'd just heard didn't sound like 'private advice'. However, she already seemed upset, I didn't want to upset her more by prying.
"What's up?" she then changed subject.
"Oh, um... Ezekiel said Leah and her friends left to go to some bars downtown." I began.
Sienna nodded, "Yeah, she wanted to show them around Manhattan a bit."
It was nice Leah was feeling familiar here. I still couldn't get the worry out of my head, however.
"Did I really upset her?"
Sienna must've seen my concern as she gently grabbed my shoulders, "She was only a little bit upset, more on the fact you'd promised her you and Christopher would act civilly for the sake of her birthday. She was mainly worried you guys were about to start a whole-ass fight."
A faint chuckle left my lips, "Yeah, Roman said the same thing."
"You can talk to Leah tomorrow, I'm sure everything will be fine. Maybe we can all go out to lunch together soon? Roman and I are here for a few more days."
That sounded good to me. I was desperate to apologise to Leah and I was grateful that Sienna was here for a little longer. I needed her by my side.
"I'd like that." I nodded.
She smiled back, taking a deep breath. "Are you sure you're okay? You didn't let Christopher get to you too much? I know how much he used to get under your skin so the exchange couldn't have been great." She then chuckled, most likely back at memories years ago.
If Roman did know anything about Knowles and me which I really hoped he didn't, he obviously hadn't mentioned anything to Sienna. In a way, it made sense. I needed to be the one to tell her this. Not him. This was my business, not his.
I needed to tell her. Knowles was currently in my bedroom, and I hated to think he was snooping around. I needed her advice more than ever.
"Actually, I –" her phone ringtone cut me off. Dammit.
She sighed and looked at the contact. Her demeanour softened significantly. "Sorry, it's Skye."
Skye was Roman's younger sister. When Sienna and Roman first met, Skye suffered significantly with a major eating disorder. Anorexia Nervosa. She was even admitted into a treatment facility in Germany as a last resort.
Recently I heard she was doing a lot better. Roman's family had relocated to Massachusetts last year so they could be closer to Roman and give Skye the fresh start she needed. She was currently doing online school so she could focus on getting her high school diploma.
"D'you mind if I answer?" Sienna asked worriedly. According to both Sienna and Roman, Skye had good days and bad days. She left the facility early last year and despite her doing a lot better, she still needed a lot of support.
"It's okay." I told her. I could wait, I didn't know if Skye could.
She looked thankful before she headed back into Leah's bedroom to answer.
I headed into the main room where Cora and Jayden were now cuddled up asleep on the couch. Why did they have to be so cute? Looking at them gave me all mushy feelings inside and I squirmed at those mushy feelings.
"Rya? Where's the dustpan?" Ezekiel called out.
I walked into the kitchen and opened the cupboard under the sink to retrieve it.
"Thanks." Ezekiel said as I handed it to him. "Some idiot knocked over all the chips on their way out." He began brushing them up.
"I can help clean up." I offered. Then again, did I really want to do that with Knowles in my room? I wasn't even concerned about having sex anymore, the man was getting full access to everything in my room, and I was worried he'd find an embarrassing childhood photo of mine and never let me live it down.
"You have a guy in your room." Ezekiel whispered to me, making sure no one could hear. "And you look like you've had a bit too many."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I placed my hands on my hips.
He raised an eyebrow, "You are literally swaying as I'm talking to you." I was? I attempted to balance my feet a little and stumbled. Oh shit, all the shots and wine were starting to hit me.
"No sex for Rya tonight." He teased.
I shoved his shoulder, "Shut up."
"It's a good thing really. Our walls are thin."
I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, I know that no thanks to you."
He chuckled and dumped the swept-up chips into a trash bag. I felt awful just standing here. Roman was still currently collecting the empty cups and bottles, and Taylor was wiping down the countertop.
"To be fair, the guy was knocking back a few shots too, so he's probably drunk." Ezekiel thought aloud.
I turned to him in surprise, "What? You think Knowles is drunk?"
He grinned, "I think he's like you and about to feel the effects of straight vodka shots."
"He did vodka shots?!" I whisper-shouted with widened eyes. Oh my God when was that? I saw him take a shot with Gemma, but I didn't stop and question what it exactly was. And he took more than one? That had to have been earlier in the night when I was avoiding him.
"Mm hm but remember. Our walls are thin." He teased once more.
I groaned and managed to storm off back into my bedroom. My bedside lamp was now on, illuminating the room in a faint, golden glow.
I spotted Knowles by my vanity with something in his hand. Urgh, this was what I was afraid of.
He turned around to meet my eyes with a grin, "Is this you and your dad?"
"What?" I snapped and stalked over to him, snatching the picture out of his hand.
It was me and my dad. I was eleven and he took me to London that Christmas. We were standing in front of one of the Christmas displays on the street where he asked another tourist to take the photo.
That was the year he gifted me my first Chanel bag and I wore bows in my hair. I smiled at the white, lacy ribbon in my side-braid. The Hunger Games were all the rage around that time.
"Yeah." I missed my dad. I needed to go home and see him soon.
Knowles came up behind me, "You're adorable." He cooed.
I shoved my elbow into him, not too hard, and he laughed. "I remember you at that age. Always the first to put her hand up."
"And you were always second." I taunted.
He chuckled once more, "You had the height advantage back then." He was right. Most boys didn't have their growth spurt until 10th Grade. I was 5ft2 at eleven which many considered tall for my age.
"I always had the height advantage." I mused. I liked being tall. Sure, 5'8 wasn't colossal, but sometimes people tried to make me feel insecure about it. It didn't do anything to me. I liked the height I was.
"That was until 10th Grade." Knowles reminded me. Oh yes, I remembered exactly. He had some stupid growth spurt over the summer and came back to school two inches taller than me. I think I cried to Sienna because I was so disappointed. I'd lost my height advantage and he made sure to remind me.
"You called me 'short stack' all throughout Sophomore Year." I recalled bitterly. It didn't help that he grew another two inches by Junior Year.
He chuckled and rested his chin on my shoulder. "I know."
My eyes examined the framed photo once more and smiled. Placing it back on my vanity, I leaned back into him. "Are you drunk?"
"No." he lied.
"Liar." I turned around but as I did so, he caught my lips in his. This kiss was softer and sweet, he took his time exploring.
"Maybe I'm a little buzzed."
"A little buzzed?" I mocked.
"Yeah." He pulled me into him and kissed me once more. My lips travelled from his lips to across his cheek, then down his neck. I sucked and bit and swirled my tongue with sweet kisses, all the way down to his chest.
Knowles' breath grew heavy, his muscles contracting under my touch. A faint moan left his lips as I licked up his chest and roughly kissed his neck once more.
"God..." he moaned again. His hands found my ass and hoisted me up to wrap my legs around his hips.
Pulling my hair slightly, he lifted my lips back up to his and swallowed all my breath. His tongue worked softly in my mouth. No rush just lingering, tantalising movements.
My back hit my soft mattress and he kissed his way down my body, fingers gripping the hem of my skirt and tugging it off, leaving me in the black, lacy thong.
I swore I heard him suck in a harsh breath. "You did this for me?"
I lolled my head to the side, "I'm doing a lot for you lately."
He gave a shit-eating grin and unbuckled his belt, taking off his jeans, leaving him solely in black boxers.
Ever so slowly, he climbed up my body, his nose skimming my hipbone, slightly pushing up the camisole as he placed kisses up my stomach.
My body writhed as he lazily kissed along my collarbone and up to my neck. "Breathe." He whispered in my ear as if to remind me.
"I want you inside of me." I pleaded. It was strange to think we'd only had sex once and maybe that was what was making this whole exchange so intense. It'd been so long.
"I want to be inside of you too." He told me. I felt his groin press into my crotch, only the fabric of our underwear separating us. "I could probably come from just the memory of your tight, dripping pussy."
One of my hands slipped into his hair and pulled so his head came up to kiss me. He had this way of kissing where his lips engulfed me. Not in a way that was too much per se, yet his kisses managed to capture my entire being.
As he rose a little, my lips followed his, lifting my back of the bed, and as he sunk back down, so did I. Our lips never parted.
My fingers dug into his shoulder blades, his erection rubbing against my clit, and breathy moans fell out of my mouth. I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him closer, creating more friction. More, I silently begged.
"Yes." He moaned into my mouth. Fuck, that was so hot.
I wanted more. I wanted so much more.
Without a thought, I flipped us around. His back hit the mattress and I pressed my hands against his chest.
"I want to ride you." I confessed. Which was strange because I hated being on top.
He shook his head, "And I want your legs over my shoulders." Well, fuck. That sounded too tempting.
I brought my lips to his ear and licked the shell. His whole body shivered in excitement. "Tough luck because I'm milking you dry." I whispered about to rise up.
"Not so fast, angel." He gripped my hips and flipped us back over, so he was on top. "I'm fucking you so hard that every step you take tomorrow, you'll think of me." he smiled against my lips.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. I'm going to take your pretty wrists and tie them to your headboard and not let you go until you're passing out from how much you've come. On my fingers, my tongue, around my cock." His hand travelled up my navel and around my throat, gently squeezing the sides. "I want you crying my name again and again until it's like a language."
Holy shit. I was being unbelievably tempted, my panties were soaked, and I was sure he could feel it.
But my stubbornness got the better of me. Without warning him, I flipped us around once more.
"What if I tie you up?" I teased against his lips. "What if I get to have full control of your body. I can suck, lick, kiss any place I want." My hand gently massaged his hardness and his closed his eyes, sucking in a pleasure-filled breath.
"I want to make you squirm and writhe, begging to cum." My hand trailed up and up until it wrapped around his neck, and I gently squeezed the sides.
He groaned, his erection growing harder against me. He flipped us around once more. "Just let me fuck you." He was desperate. God, that turned me on more.
I rolled us around again. I wasn't losing. He was stronger than me so if he really didn't want this, he wouldn't let me do it.
"Just let me fuck you." I begged. "You're throbbing against me, baby." I traced my lips across his jawline.
He wrapped his arms around my back and rolled us over again. "Fuck, I'm so hard for you right now. I think I'll cum the minute you touch my dick." He admitted. "I need to go slow."
I laughed a little, rolling us around once more. "I'll go slow." I sat up. He tried to sit up with me, but I pushed his body down. He gave me no resistance, so I knew he wanted this. "Don't fight it." I told him.
My nails scratched down his stomach, and he shut his eyes, soft moans falling from his lips. "You like pain?" I always wondered if he did. He was certainly into the whole hair pulling, scratching, and biting. It did things to his body that I didn't even know if he was aware of.
I wanted to explore that. For the first time in my life I wanted that control. Maybe it was because I didn't have to have it. It wasn't something that wasn't going to benefit me. He pleasured and worked with my body so well I didn't have to guide him in every single thing. He was so attentive to me, I wanted to be the same to him.
He smiled, a breathless chuckle hopelessly leaving his lips. "I guess we're more alike than we think."
Adrenaline coursed through my veins. "Do you have a condom?"
His face dropped, "Shit, I... I don't think I do." Shit. I reached over and checked my bedside draw. Condom? Where are the fucking condoms?
Knowles's hand reached into the draw and pulled something out. "Who's this guy?" he laughed, holding my vibrator. For fuck's sake.
"Put that back." I snapped.
"Why? He seems like fun." He teased. Fun? Oh, I could only imagine all the things he was thinking of doing to me. As alluring as the thoughts were, we could do that another time.
"Really? How about I shove it up your ass then?" I threatened. Out of all the things I was into, that wasn't one of them.
He didn't seem entertained but that idea either as he immediately placed it back in my draw. "You found any?" He asked.
I searched my entire draw top to bottom but there were no condoms in sight. No.
"No." I groaned in frustration and planted my forehead against his chest. "I could ask Ezekiel? I'm sure he has one."
He cringed, "I don't want to wear that."
"Oh, get over yourself." I huffed and sat up once again. He was still so hard, and I could tell by his expression that it pained him. "It's either that or nothing so you need to throw your jealousy out the window."
He used his elbows to sit up slightly. "I haven't slept with anyone since we started this. Even on the break."
"Really?"
He nodded.
"I thought you'd have other clients?" the remembrance that this was contractual sent a sinking feeling through my body.
He shook his head. "Only you." Only me? Did he cut off his other clients? I wanted to know but I had a feeling I wouldn't like the answer anyway becauseI didn't want to hear about the other women he'd slept with.
"I've only slept with you since we started." I confessed. "And we both got tested beforehand." That was a part of the contract.
"And you're on birth control?" he asked.
"I'm on the shot." I nodded. I'd been on it for a year. I didn't like the pill, no shame to those who did but it didn't work well for my body. I knew the shot didn't work well for others too, but it did for me.
His chest rose up and down heavily, "So technically, we can do this without a condom."
"We can." Fuck, we really could. "I –" I stopped myself.
His face fell in concern, "What's wrong?"
I swallowed my pride and let out a long exhale. "I've never had sex without a condom before." I decided to be honest. I'd only ever had one-night stands or short flings where we were nonexclusive.
He nodded in understand. "Neither have I."
I was shocked and I didn't know why. It made sense he hadn't either. "So... what do we do now?"
"We take each other's no-condom virginity?" he joked, and I couldn't help but laugh. I playfully pushed his shoulder, and he placed a hand on my lower back. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to, Rya." He then turned serious.
"Do you want to?" I suddenly grew nervous. Why was this suck a big deal for me?
He chuckled, "Well, I'm a guy who's currently extremely hard so I might be a little biased right now."
I laughed a little and watched his face soften, "But if you don't want to do it, then I don't want to either. Sex is about both of us, Rya."
I nodded in understanding. Taking a deep breath, I finally said, "Can we kiss a little first? And then I'll decide."
He sent me a charming smile and pulled me to him, "Come here." And he pressed his lips to mine.
I ran my hands through his hair and we both fell back on the bed. He held me closer to him and rolled us around, so he was on top. I hooked my legs around his hips, pulling him in even closer, melding him to me almost.
I rolled us around once more, so I was on top. He rolled back again, still kissing me with such passion I was losing my will to think.
"Let me be on top." I argued against his lips.
"No." he argued back. We stayed like that for a few minutes, our kisses becoming hungry and our hands exploring each other with such desperation as we rolled around to gain control.
I was currently on top and as Knowles flipped us, I felt myself slip. Oh no.
We both crashed to the floor with a thud.
"Ow!" I cried out.
"Shit, are you okay?" he rushed out the words. My head throbbed and he cupped my face with one hand, the other lifting his body off me.
I brought my own hand to the back of my head where the pain seared. "My head." I groaned, shutting my eyes tight.
I felt him fully get off me and then scoop me into his arms. "Fuck, I'm so sorry." He apologised and I registered my bathroom light turn on.
He placed me on the counter by the sink. "Can you open your eyes for me?"
I blinked a couple times, adjusting to the bright light of my bathroom. Why was it so bright? Jesus.
I mean, Jesus wasn't here but he could have been because the light was so ridiculously bright.
Knowles examined me for a second, staring into my eyes, asking me to look both ways. "I don't think you have a concussion." He finalised. "But I can take you to the hospital if you want?"
"Roman's in the kitchen, he's basically a doctor." I spoke. That was if he and Sienna hadn't left yet.
Knowles placed a washcloth under the tap and ringed it out. "Here." He handed it to me, and I placed it on the back of my head.
"Maybe the universe is giving us a sign. Always use a condom."
He laughed. "Since when do you believe in the universe?"
"Since it concussed me."
He rolled his eyes, "You don't have a concussion."
"I might wake up dead tomorrow."
"That's not funny." He turned serious. "You're being dramatic."
"And you're ugly."
He snorted a laugh. "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah." I replied firmly. I was such a fucking liar. I'd said it earlier on in the night too and he told me –
"Oh my God!" I gasped.
Knowles's eyes widened at my outburst. "What's wrong?"
"You told Gemma I sucked your dick!" it suddenly dawned on me. "Why the fuck did you do that?"
He shrugged, "Because you did."
Oh, for crying out loud. "Urgh! You. Loser!" I wacked him on the shoulder a couple times. "Time and place, Christopher!"
"She told us her favourite sex position and asked me if I was a sexual person!" He defended. "Time and place kind of disappeared after that."
"What if she tells Leah? They're out right now."
"Shit."
"Yeah shit." I bit my lip. "I need to tell her, she deserves to know and, hey, it might not be a big deal."
He shook his head. "It'll be a big deal."
"You really think so?" I didn't want to upset her considering I'd already upset her tonight. On her birthday!
He nodded. "Leah... have do I put this? Jumps to conclusions sometimes. She's also quite sensitive – not that there's anything wrong with that – but she might, I don't know, say things."
I narrowed my eyes and removed the cold compress off my head. "What things?"
He seemed a little anxious before shaking his head and shrugging. "I don't know. Just things." He ran a hand through his hair, "Look, I need to figure some stuff out first and the last thing I need is Leah down my throat about this." He gestured between us.
I could understand that. "Let's hope Gemma doesn't say anything."
"I think Gemma would be stupid to in all honesty. It should come from us." He reasoned. He was right, whenever we told her, it should be from us and us alone.
I leant back against the bathroom mirror and closed my eyes. The alcohol was definitely kicking in now. My head still throbbed but I knew the pain would properly kick in full force tomorrow. Along with a hangover.
I opened my eyes slowly to peek at Knowles. His pupils were dilated, and I could tell an offset in his stance. "You still buzzed?" I laughed at the word 'buzzed', if you really thought about it, it was extremely silly.
He sensed my humour and cracked a smile, "Still buzzed. You on the other hand are starting to look more than buzzed."
I yawned. "I'm bashed." I came up with.
His smile turned into a full-on laugh, and he rested his forehead against my shoulder, both his hands braced either side of me. "Bashed?"
"Absolutely bashed." I laughed.
"C'mon." he helped me off the counter and picked me up again. I giggled. Giggled. Oh my God, I was drunk.
"Why didn't you text me when you got home?" I asked tiredly as he walked over to my bed.
He placed me down and I rested me head on a pillow. He sat down beside me. "My flight got in today late afternoon. I booked it last minute because I have an exam Monday." Oh, that made sense. "I've been up since 6."
"AM?"
"Yep." How on earth did he have the energy to come here? I'd be in bed the minute I stepped through the door. "It's late, I should probably get going so I can get some rest."
I turned on my side and looked up at him. "You could take a nap here?"
His eyes filled with surprise. "You're asking me to stay?"
I rolled my eyes, "I'm asking you if you'd like to take a nap. Don't twist my words. Plus, everyone might still be outside."
His eyes peered over to my bedroom door. The light was still on in the hallway, and I could hear faint noise in the kitchen.
"How nice of you to offer." He teased. With slight hesitation, he slowly climbed under my covers.
"That's me. Rya McCoy. The nicest person in the world."
"Obviously."
"Obviously – what are you doing?" my body raised in alarm.
Knowles looked at me with bewildered eyes as he slipped his arm underneath me. "Pulling you closer to me?"
"Why?" I demanded.
His eyes lit up with excitement, "Oh my God, Rya McCoy, have you never cuddled before?"
Irritation grew beneath my skin. "Shut up."
"You so haven't." urgh, the tone of his voice made me want to gouge my eyes out. So what if I'd never cuddled? It wasn't this whole revelation. I wasn't some Virgin Mary carrying the next Messiah.
"Shut. Up."
"Your cheeks are red. You're embarrassed." He mused.
"I am not!" I had a pale complexion which meant I was suspectable to redness in almost any condition. I hated it. I'd learnt to control it during my teenage years because it bothered me so much but since I'd had a quite a few drinks tonight, I couldn't as well as I usually could.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah, just because –"
"Oh, shut it." He cut me off and pulled me closer to him, wrapping his arms around my back. His body was warm and steady as he held me, and I realised this was the first time a man had held me in bed. And we hadn't even had sex.
"I get to be the big spoon." I mumbled.
"Aww that's cute." Knowles mocked. His hands slipped to my lower back and pressed me close to him. I pressed the side of my face to his chest and closed my eyes, the steady rise and fall of his breathing keeping me comforted.
"Don't think you're special because I'm falling asleep on you." I argued, drowsiness taking over my tone.
I felt the vibrations of his laugh and his fingers play with my hair. "Sweet dreams, angel."
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❤︎ Hello, lovelies! 'Why did you leave us on a cliffhanger last chapter?!?!' because i can <3 anyways! This chapter was a long one to share my love and appreciation for you guys and this story, there is so much to unpack! Did someone say sleepover? I think so! :)
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