Rebel (A Rihanna and Eazy E Love Story)

Supersonic Synergy (Chapter 27)

Rebel's POV

Warning: Explicit content

Moans escaped my lips as Eric continued stroking. The feeling of him inside me was pure bliss.

"Damn, babe...you got some good pussy," Eric grunted as he kept thrusting.

Eric had picked me up from my house so we could go to the studio where Dre was waiting for us. But on our way, he remembered that he left his pager at home, so we made a quick stop to grab it. One thing led to another and now we were in his bedroom, fucking against the door frame. I balanced on my right foot while pressing my body against the wall, while Eric held up my left leg. We still had some of our clothes on; I still had my top on, but my pants and panties were discarded on the floor. Eric's shirt was still on, but his pants and boxers were pooled at his feet.

A sly smirk spread across his face as he changed the speed and rhythm of his thrusts. He was going all out, with powerful thrusts that hit my sweet spot every time.

"Don't stop, baby...fuck me harder!" I screamed in ecstasy for more, feeling myself reaching my climax.

He chuckled, "I knew yo' lil' freaky ass liked it rough."

He circled his hips and went even deeper, pushing most of his length inside me. "Oh God...E-Eric," I cried out as I desperately pushed at his lower stomach. My muscles contracted each time he thrust in, trying to adjust to his relentless pace and his huge size.

"Come on, don't tell me you can't handle this," he taunted, continuing to pound into me without mercy.

"Oh my God, Eric, I can't take it!" I screamed as another wave of pleasure washed over me.

"Shut that shit up and take this dick," he groaned, biting his lip and causing those irresistible dimples to appear.

We eventually switched positions, with me bent over holding onto the doorframe while Eric drilled into me from behind.

"Fuck...shit!" He yelled as he slapped my ass cheeks and pulled my hips back against him.

"I'm gonna cum, baby," I moaned.

"Hold it," he growled as he picked up the pace and our skin slapped together in a symphony of pleasure. Finally, we both reached our climax together. "Damn...fuck...mmhmm," Eric moaned as he released himself inside the condom.

After a couple seconds of coming down from the high, Eric grabbed me from the position I was in, bent over, and held me for a while, his arms wrapped around my waist like he wasn't ready to let go. I looked over at the clock, and damn, it was already 3:00. He had picked me up from home at 1:00. Time had flown by too quick.

"Shit, Dre's gonna kill us," I laughed, shaking my head, feeling a mix of guilt and excitement.

Eric chuckled low, his grip on me tightening a bit. "That nigga ain't gonna do shit. You know Dre," he said, clearly not worried. "He just likes to talk."

I chuckled, then glanced at the clock again. "We should clean up and hit the road," I said, knowing Dre would have a fit if we were late. When he was in the studio, he didn't play around—everything had to be serious and on point. Plus, I was his go-to during production hours, his partner in crime. Eric needed to be there too; his input was crucial. After all, he's the boss.

He nodded, his hand on my back as we both made our way to the bathroom. We showered together, both of us keeping it quick but still enjoying the closeness. Afterwards, we got dressed, moving in sync like we'd done this a million times before.

As Eric drove us to the studio, I couldn't help but think about what he and I got goin' on. It's been some time since we've been messin' around, but it don't feel like just some fling. No one in the crew really noticed, well, maybe Dre did. It's been fun, the sex was incredible—ain't gonna lie about that—but it wasn't serious. We weren't dating, not really, we weren't in a relationship either. But Eric? He kinda treated me like we were.