Set It Off

Ride or Die

He is my everything. The reason I wake up wanting to be better. I'd do anything for him. I've known him since I was a little girl, innocent and soft spoken.

He made me a better version of myself.

He's not my man, but every girl knows not to try it. I'm not his girl, but every boy knows not to even think about it.

I would set the world on fire if it meant he would always be my side.

His family raised me after my mom passed away. He kept all the bullies away. If I came home sad, he'd ask who did it.

We're a packaged deal. Nobody goes harder for him than I do. No one will love him like I do.

That's why I need to protect him. I just wish he wouldn't be out in these streets doing God knows what.

I'm always the one that has to come and bail him out, and he got him self in some pretty deep shit yesterday.

I ended up with a bullet graze on my right arm.

He got caught up in some drug deal gone bad.

He runs drugs for the Alphas. He owes them money, and they're using this to pay off his debt.

*knock on the door*

"Come in!" she said.

He opens the door and she sees how broken he looks.

She hasn't spoken to him since before the incident. Trust her when she says it was hurting her more than it seemed to be hurting him.

She's his ride or die, and she technically almost died for riding for him anyway.

"What do you want Gianni? I have work to do?"

"Arina, I know you're lying. It's Sunday, you always do your homework on Friday night. Please just listen."

She nods to signify for him to continue and he comes and sits next to her on the bed,

"I know that you've been telling me to stop messing with the Alphas, but I'm in so deep. They have my entire life in their hands. They threatened my family, they threatened you. I just need to do what they say for a couple more months and I'll be free. I promise. I'm sorry you got hurt trying to save me from my own idiocy. You don't understand how much my heart hurt for you when you jumped in front of me and took that bullet. The relief I felt when you were still breathing. Even you ignoring me made me happy in a way, because it meant you were still here. Just please forgive me."

She looked at him. She wanted him so badly. His skin against her skin.

His breath against her neck. His rough callous hands on her hips, as she rode him, the way only she knew how.

Her heart started to race, as she reached out and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling his face towards hers. She pressed their lips together so hard it hurt, but she welcomed the feeling.

She deserved the pleasure he would give her after everything that went down the night before.

He laid her down on her back, and began to unbutton her shirt.

His breath hitched as he noticed her lavender lace bra, that accentuated her breasts in the most perfect way. It was his favorite one.

He trailed kisses from her mouth all the way down to right breast, where he made sure to leave his mark. He couldn't help but smirk as she let out a moan.

"You need to stop stealing my clothes," he said to her as he discarded his flannel from the bed.

Because his shirt was so big on her, she just wore matching lace underwear, which he mentally thanked her for.

In between heavy breaths, she said, "You know why I wear them.  It's just so I don't have to put on my pants."

He brought his head down towards her hips, and pulled her panties off with his teeth while looking up at her.

He'd learned over time, that that drove her wild, and this time was no different. 

She squirmed a little, before putting her hands in his hair.

He brought her underwear to her feet, and then inserted one finger into her vagina.

She was already so wet, and it just made him hard.

She wasn't his girl, but she was the only one that could get him up. She was the only one that knew what to do with him.

She started to rock her hips back and forth in to his fingers.

He used his free hand to hold her still, which made her whimpers and him laugh.

He began to thrust his fingers in and out, back and forth, slower,then faster, in shallow then deep thrusts. He could see her legs shaking.

He added his tongue, and started lapping at her wetness, which made her finally cum in his mouth,

"GIANNI!"

She screamed out his name, as she released.  He loved the way his name sounded on her lips. He could make her cum just with his hands and mouth, and that gave him a sense of satisfaction, as he tasted her juices.

She tasted sweet, and her body was glistening with sweat.

He wanted to clean his hands, but she caught them, and then did something she knew would drive him crazy.

She licked her wetness from his fingers whilst looking up at him through her lashes.

She was so beautiful, and that made him want to take her right then and there, but he didn't deserve the feeling of being inside her. Not after what he caused.

He kissed her on the forehead, and proceeded to walk out the door, but was stopped, when he heard her voice,

"Ride....," she said.

"Or die," he replied with a smile, and headed back to his room.