And Still | Rhea Ripley | Possessive and Smutty

Part 27 - What a Dirty Mouth

I was sitting beside Rhea, and Damien and Dom were in front of us, already arguing about what movie to watch this flight.

Rhea had her hand on my thigh, squeezing at it every time they boys were loud in front of us. She was obviously annoyed, but I was so entertained.

Damien wanted to watch Iron Man 2, Dom was apparently down for that until he seen they had Fast and The Furious. So they've been arguing about what to watch since.

"Just watch seperate movies." Rhea said angrily onto them.

"No way, Damien said he isn't sharing the Doritos if we don't watch Iron Man." Dom sulked, making me laugh, but Rhea rolling her eyes.

"Then just watch Iron Man." Rhea said quickly.

"But I know I can convince him to watch Fast and the Furious. You do know who Vin Diesel is, right? Have you seen how how the women are in the movie too?" Dom tried to convince Damien, who wasn't having a bar of it.

Deciding to let them fight it out, I relaxed back into my seat, and rested my hand on top of the one she had on my thigh.

My mind strayed to what she said to me earlier about staying over. I hadn't seen her house before, met her dogs, and I was extremely looking forward to it.

But there was something else that was stuck in head. What did she have in her bedroom that she would use on me?

I lent in closer to a sleep Rhea. "Hey.." i whispered. Rhea woke up quickly and hummed at me. "What um... what sort of things do you have in your bedroom."

Rhea broke a small grin. Licking her teeth too. "A bed. A wardrobe. A side table. A-"

I sat back in my seat and huffed, cutting her off. "Now who's the one being bratty." I mumbled under my breath.

"Pardon, Flo?" Rhea whispered roughly as she gripped my scalp, making me cringe. "Did you have something to say?"

I shook my head as best I could and she wrenched me free. I rubbed the back of my head to calm the sting. Rhea immediately brought her hand softly back on my thigh.

Alright, I won't be mumbling anything under my breath anymore.

Why was I extremely... ready... extremely wet I thought in my head how Rhea would say it so confidently. After just that?

I lent my head softly on her shoulder, and she peered down at me. "Your fucking lucky I'm letting you touch me after that."

"Thank you heaps, Rhea." I joked.

Rhea shook her head and wickedly laughed. "You're in for it, you know."

"Can we-"

"We're not cuddling." Rhea snapped, cutting me off.

I smiled up at a grumpy and tired Rhea. "But you love cuddling." She went to interrupt me. "And don't lie. You do!"

"Shut your pretty mouth before I take you in the bathroom and fuck it." She snapped, whispering in my ear. Oh... okay. I looked down and twinkled my fingers, trying to relax a little. Rhea chucked quietly in my ear. "You're so cute when you blush, angel. Are you going to be blushing later when I fuck you against my shower wall?"

Oh my.

I squeezed my thigh together, trying to stop the ache between my legs. But Rhea used her hand to push them apart. "Don't fucking close your legs." She roughly said in my ear. "I want to see you in drowning in want, Flo."

I looked up at her. "Rhea." I whispered.

She brought her free hand and wrapped it around my shoulders, pulling me to lean on her. And get a better and quieter whisper in my ear. "You like my mouth, Flo? You like how dirty it is?"