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❖Want You…?❖
XணxTarget Acquired. Thought Ryke as he peered through the small window that led into the Hangout Room, his eyes glued to a figured stretched out on the couch. Those xanthous eyes stayed lingering for a moment before hands grasped the handle to the heavy, metal door. The young man stalled, trying to decide what he would do if the heavy door creaked open and startled the soul inside.
Getting brave, he pushed open the door. The hinges, complying willingly, didn’t make a sound as the door widened enough for the tall man to slip inside without letting too much of the dull light of the hallway filter through. Once he was inside the room, his eyes traveled to the couch once again. Laid out it was a young woman about his age. Blonde hair spilled across her back and open shoulders, but the colour of her skin was unknown due to the darkness of the room, but it was clear in his memory; a deep tan that almost copied mocha.
It was hard to get your tormentor off your mind. That woman made his high school life a total wreck. Had her posse torment him at every chance. Sent him special presents that would end up getting blamed on him. Claim to be some of his friends and he would get blamed for more things. They would often spread untrue romours about him and his group. It had been like dealing with a Queen Bee—just replace the bee part with b***h. Everything she did, her hive would follow and listen.
Then, just a few days ago, she had decided that he was good enough to flirt with. Of course he didn’t like that. Sudden change was not his forte, and he wouldn’t tolerate it now. So, he decided something else.
It was his turn.
Ryke walked forward slowly, making sure that his light converse didn’t so much as scuff the carpeted floor. His breath was slow and even, matching up with the woman’s on the couch. As he reached the side of sofa, his hands slid to his jacket, his fingers pinching the zipper. Slowly, carefully, he pulled down the metal sliver. The sound made the woman stir and shift. His hands faltered for a mere second before his jacket was open. Muscled arms slid from the loose sleeves, leaving the cover nothing to hold onto. With a rustle, it settled in a heap on the floor.
Ryke’s body then slid on top of the woman’s, straddling her petite form beneath his rather large one. He saw her eyes flicker beneath her eyelids for miniscule moment before they fluttered open. She didn’t seem at all startled to have a man looming above her. This slightly irked Ryke, but he continued anyway.
“Jessica…” He purred, his tone lone and sultry. At the sound of his voice, her eyes widened in the darkness and she looked generally taken aback.
Fingers found their way to this toned torso, playing with the ridges that his individual abs made. “I knew that you would come to me.” Jessica said, and through the darkness he saw a smile play on her lips.
He simply hummed as a reply and lifted one of the hands that balanced him above her so he could trace the line of her neck down to the collar of her chest. Her breath became shaky and uneven, bringing forth a smile from Ryke’s own lips. Even small things can get this b***h going. He thought bitterly.
Placing his hand back down for a balance again, he lowered himself upon her. Since he no longer acquired his hands for balance, one ran down her thigh while the other slid to her a**, groping its firmness. A sudden intake of breath let Ryke know he was getting somewhere. Her hands slid from his abdomen to his shoulders and pulled him down, letting him know that she didn’t mind his weight. He closed his eyes in irritation. Jessica was a little too used to these things.
Continuing, Ryke snaked his fingers that had been walking her thigh to the nice plumpness of her other a** cheek. The grip was firm and rough and to compensate for that, Jessica arched her back and pressed her body closer to his. He gave a gruff chuckle and buried his face into the nook of her neck and shoulder, skimming his lips across the soft skin there.
“F-For such a t-tight a**…” Jessica mumbled through a lust thickened tongue, “you sure know how t-to make me-” Her words were cut short as Ryke sank his teeth into her shoulder and flicked his tongue across the taut skin. At least it shut her up…
“Tight a**, huh?” he hummed, lifting his lips from Jessica’s shoulder, “You should know that I like to do a lot of things.” This was where he would have fun. “I like loud music.” A squeeze of her a**. “The feel of metal against my skin.” Movement of his fingers against her burning flesh. “How black clashes with white and silver.” His fingers plucked at the fabric of her tube top. “The fur of a cat.” His calloused fingers found the hem of the top and played with it for a little, while his lips found the junction of her jaw and neck.
Ryke’s lips slowly moved from her jaw to her ear, his breath hot against the flesh. “Though…there is one thing that I don’t like…” His fingers lifted up the hem of her top and slid under the surface, gliding against the soft skin of her stomach. Her breath hitched as he licked and nipped at her earlobe. Then he finished his sentence.
“You.”
With agonizing slowness, he removed himself from her and left, leaving her hot and panting and lusting for more.
END.
Getting brave, he pushed open the door. The hinges, complying willingly, didn’t make a sound as the door widened enough for the tall man to slip inside without letting too much of the dull light of the hallway filter through. Once he was inside the room, his eyes traveled to the couch once again. Laid out it was a young woman about his age. Blonde hair spilled across her back and open shoulders, but the colour of her skin was unknown due to the darkness of the room, but it was clear in his memory; a deep tan that almost copied mocha.
It was hard to get your tormentor off your mind. That woman made his high school life a total wreck. Had her posse torment him at every chance. Sent him special presents that would end up getting blamed on him. Claim to be some of his friends and he would get blamed for more things. They would often spread untrue romours about him and his group. It had been like dealing with a Queen Bee—just replace the bee part with b***h. Everything she did, her hive would follow and listen.
Then, just a few days ago, she had decided that he was good enough to flirt with. Of course he didn’t like that. Sudden change was not his forte, and he wouldn’t tolerate it now. So, he decided something else.
It was his turn.
Ryke walked forward slowly, making sure that his light converse didn’t so much as scuff the carpeted floor. His breath was slow and even, matching up with the woman’s on the couch. As he reached the side of sofa, his hands slid to his jacket, his fingers pinching the zipper. Slowly, carefully, he pulled down the metal sliver. The sound made the woman stir and shift. His hands faltered for a mere second before his jacket was open. Muscled arms slid from the loose sleeves, leaving the cover nothing to hold onto. With a rustle, it settled in a heap on the floor.
Ryke’s body then slid on top of the woman’s, straddling her petite form beneath his rather large one. He saw her eyes flicker beneath her eyelids for miniscule moment before they fluttered open. She didn’t seem at all startled to have a man looming above her. This slightly irked Ryke, but he continued anyway.
“Jessica…” He purred, his tone lone and sultry. At the sound of his voice, her eyes widened in the darkness and she looked generally taken aback.
Fingers found their way to this toned torso, playing with the ridges that his individual abs made. “I knew that you would come to me.” Jessica said, and through the darkness he saw a smile play on her lips.
He simply hummed as a reply and lifted one of the hands that balanced him above her so he could trace the line of her neck down to the collar of her chest. Her breath became shaky and uneven, bringing forth a smile from Ryke’s own lips. Even small things can get this b***h going. He thought bitterly.
Placing his hand back down for a balance again, he lowered himself upon her. Since he no longer acquired his hands for balance, one ran down her thigh while the other slid to her a**, groping its firmness. A sudden intake of breath let Ryke know he was getting somewhere. Her hands slid from his abdomen to his shoulders and pulled him down, letting him know that she didn’t mind his weight. He closed his eyes in irritation. Jessica was a little too used to these things.
Continuing, Ryke snaked his fingers that had been walking her thigh to the nice plumpness of her other a** cheek. The grip was firm and rough and to compensate for that, Jessica arched her back and pressed her body closer to his. He gave a gruff chuckle and buried his face into the nook of her neck and shoulder, skimming his lips across the soft skin there.
“F-For such a t-tight a**…” Jessica mumbled through a lust thickened tongue, “you sure know how t-to make me-” Her words were cut short as Ryke sank his teeth into her shoulder and flicked his tongue across the taut skin. At least it shut her up…
“Tight a**, huh?” he hummed, lifting his lips from Jessica’s shoulder, “You should know that I like to do a lot of things.” This was where he would have fun. “I like loud music.” A squeeze of her a**. “The feel of metal against my skin.” Movement of his fingers against her burning flesh. “How black clashes with white and silver.” His fingers plucked at the fabric of her tube top. “The fur of a cat.” His calloused fingers found the hem of the top and played with it for a little, while his lips found the junction of her jaw and neck.
Ryke’s lips slowly moved from her jaw to her ear, his breath hot against the flesh. “Though…there is one thing that I don’t like…” His fingers lifted up the hem of her top and slid under the surface, gliding against the soft skin of her stomach. Her breath hitched as he licked and nipped at her earlobe. Then he finished his sentence.
“You.”
With agonizing slowness, he removed himself from her and left, leaving her hot and panting and lusting for more.
END.
