Life Match

Day Eleven

I open my eyes and detect movement. I don't dare breath. This is going to be the end of my terrible day. Murdered or possibly raped, possibly in that order, alone in my apartment where no one can hear me scream. Then again, wouldn't that be better than having to wake up in the morning and deal?

"The party is over," the voice, clearly belonging to a man says, "But it wasn't too fun when you left."

I don't respond. The floor boards' creak as the intruder makes his way across the room, "I know you're awake, Sage."

More silence from me.

Riah sighs, "If I have to go over and wake you up, you won't like how I do it."

Slowly I pull myself up into a sitting position, wrapping my arms around my knees, "Why are you here, Riah?"

"I'm sorry," Riah says. I can see his outline in the moonlight. Broad shoulders and spiky gelled hair. I imagine he's sitting in the car, straddling it. Somehow I still know that Riah has his green eyes on me, although I can't see him.

"Let's go to the kitchen and talk," I say. Getting up and making my way across the floor. Riah has no choice but to follow me and sit down at my breakfast bar. I grab one of the sodas I'd been so touched when Riah had bought them for me, just a few short days ago when he got me the apartment.

I sit across from Riah and take a sip of the soda, "What do you need to say to me?"

"What you saw- It wasn't like that," Riah starts. I interrupt him, "So it didn't look like you were sucking face with some whore?"

"I wasn't enjoying it," Riah protests, "I just wanted to know what it felt like. What it was to kiss someone I didn't love."

"To say that seeing that hurt me, won't begin to describe the anger I feel looking at you right now," I say.

"You fucked an entire guy," Riah says, "But I kiss one girl and you get pissed?"

"We- I- you didn't act like you wanted me when the thing with Jericho happened. But last night you said we were a thing. That you wanted to get married again when the month ended."

"I told you to wait for me!" Riah shouts, "I thought that was clarification enough. You said you were mine."

"And then you told me you weren't going to try to see me the whole break! That's lonely as hell and felt a lot like you dumped me."

"Wait, that was when you slept with him?" Riah asks.

I finish my soda and burp in his face, "Times up. Now get out my house."

I get up to throw the soda away but Riah grabs my wrist, pulling me to him. I remember that I'm only wearing a long sleeve shirt and boy shorts, and quickly feel under dressed.

"Come here," Riah says, guiding me toward him, his hand in the small of my back, "I said I was sorry, didn't I?"

He whispers into my hair. I'm mad, but he sounds so sorry that it's hard for me to stay that way.

He hooks my hair behind my ear and kisses the spot where it was, sending shivers through my body, "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"Um," I murmur. Riah runs his hands up to my shoulders and lifts me onto the counter. He kisses me neck, my chin, finally nibbling on my collarbone.

"Uh," I whimper. Yeah, it hurt to see him kiss that girl, but I love him so much and it hurts me even more to be without him.

"Riah," I murmur.

He slips my shirt up slowly, his hands grazing my bare skin, sending shivers and sensations through my body. He isn't even trying that hard, but I can feel good something in my belly as my wetness pools just below there. He lifts off my shirt and tosses it off to the side.

"I want you," Riah says, "I need you to make me remember why I chose you."

"The bedroom," I say, hopping off the counter. Riah picks me up and I wrap my legs around him, kissing him, "Fuck," he stumbles into the wall, but he catches himself. We make it to my room and he tosses me onto the bed. In one quick motion Riah's shirt is off and he's kissing me again. His lips connect with every exposed part of me and my skin electrified by the sensations of his breath hot against it.

"Riah..." I moan. He pulls off my shorts and places delicate kisses on my thighs. I squirm a little because it's ticklish, but a quick nip stops me.

"Stop moving," Riah says, slightly amused.

"Then stop tickling me," I say, "I thought you said you wanted me."

"I do," Riah says, pulling off his pants, "But I had to make sure you were ready."

He pushes into me suddenly and starts to move slowly in and out of me.

"Faster," I moan.

He shakes his head, "We're going slow today, Love. I'll give it to you hard later."

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him to me, kissing him. In the beginning, I'd wanted nothing more but for him to be gentle with me, but now, having been with Jericho, I missed him being rough and abusive.

"Please," I beg, "Please."

"Shush," Riah says, placing gentle kisses everywhere skin is exposed. I wrap my legs around him, allowing him deeper. If I was stronger, I'd probably push him over and ride him I'm so desperate.

"Riah, please," I moan. He finally listens and speeds up.

"You sound too sexy when you beg like that," he growls, plunging deeper into me, "I can't resist you."

Riah intertwines our fingers and continues to thrust into me with hard quick thrusts. I call out his name as we come closer to our climaxes.

"Riah," I warn him, "I-"

He kisses me, "Not yet, Love."

"I can't," I argue.

"But you will," he growls, speeding up.

"But—Uh," I feel my walls pulsate around his big cock as I orgasm, and he comes shortly after. He keeps moving, dragging it out longer than I'm used to and I tell him to stop. He doesn't right away, but after he's finished.

"Consider it punishment," Riah says, collapsing next to me, "For not listening and making me fuck you instead of make sweet love to you."

"I'm sorry," I say, crawling under the covers and pulling myself close to him, "I just needed—"

He interrupts me, "I know baby; sometimes you just need it rough. Sometimes I just need to be gentle."

Riah strokes my hair as we catch our breaths. I consider the question on my tongue, whether or not to ask him, the fear of rejection telling me no, but my heart screaming yes. If he'd offer, then it would be so much easier.

"What are you thinking about?" Riah asks, "You get this look whenever you start thinking about something that bothers you. You used to have it all the time when we were in math together."

"Can you spend the night here?" I ask. I look up from under my lashes, knowing how hard it is for him to say no.

"I wish I could..." He starts. I can hear the "but" hanging in the air.

"Your father..." I finish for him, "Always your father."

He's quiet, "I'll stay, but it will cost you something and you'll owe me tomorrow," he says.

I kiss him on the cheek, "Anything you want."

"I was hoping you'd say that," he smirks.

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