I blinked trying to get my breathing steady. Noticing that I had been steadily rejected for the 3rd time. I could only hope that that run meant she didn't hate me. I dragged myself up the stairs and forced my sweaty body into the shower. Between the sex and morning runs like this, if I kept at it, I'd be in the best shape of my life.
The next day I noticed that no one was in the house as far as I could see or hear. I was not invited again for a run. So I decided to make use of my room and do some pilates on the nice purple rug they had gifted me. When I was done, I headed for the shower.
I was rinsing off, when I noticed another bottle that didn't belong to Mira or me. Her and Netarute had probably showered together that morning. I didn't think anything of it and went about my routine until I heard the bathroom door open. My eyes widened in shock. But only silence followed after.
"Who-Whose there?" I hadn't seen anyone all day and it was only 11:40am. Too early for anyone to come back. My hands were grabbing something to use as a weapon and the meanest looking shampoo bottle was what my hands decided would work. Holding that in my right hand I aimed it as the pink and white shower curtain obstructing my view of the potential assaulter.
"Is that Copia? or Mira?" I squeaked out the end because my voice increased in pitched as I kept talking "Netarute?" I whined, my grip tightening. Silence.
"Come on guys. It better be you. I can't deal with this if you house has been broken in by Netarutes' students. If so she's not here so can you please get the fuck out." A rush of wind that buffeted my eyes, came with the curtain being pulled back. Revealing Copia as my potential assaulter.
My eyes run down her red hued brown skin that was covered by a single blue towel. My chest sank in relief. I let out a breathe, closing my eyes to collect my bearings.
"Why didn't you say something copia." When I wasn't met with a response, I chuckled off my previous nervous energy.
"Well Well, if it isn't the infamous bitch." I say I lifted my head towards Copia, giving her a small sarcastic smile,
"Did you need ah-" I looked at what was in my hand, "Shampoo for your shower?"
She didn't answer but chuckled for a moment. Rolling her eyes at to the ceiling before she stepped closer to me. I froze, she must think I'm a fool to fight with a shampoo bottle.
"Yeah I know it is kind of ridiculous to fight with a shampoo bottle." I chuckled nervously with her trying to keep my cool. She stepped again into the tub looking more like the predator staring down its prey. My eyes widened,
"What are you-" my sentence was interrupted by her blue towel slipping from her body revealing everything. I sucked in a breath eyeing her nipples and chiseled abdomen before returning my gaze to her eyes. Not believing for a moment what was happening.
She took the bottle out of my hand and placed it on one of the small shelfs , behind my head, then slowly wrapped her fingers around the side of my neck.
"What are yo--" I was cut off by her finger against my lip.
"Shhh."Her dark eyes smoldering me in place. She slipped one of her muscular arms around my waist and pulled me close. I gasped feeling her warm toned abdominal muscles against my stomach. Examining my lips closely, this was what I wanted.
I wanted her to want me. I wanted her to feel me. And all it took was a few rounds with Neta to make her decided I was skilled enough. The sweetest contact was made when our lips pressed together softly. Not what I was expecting seeing a quiet fire burning in the back of her eyes.
Copia started sucking on my bottom lip sending tingling throughout my body. I was pressed back into the wall by my ribcage trapped between her chest and a hard place.
Copia tilted her head up, to tug against my bottom lip with her teeth. I could have moaned then but I wasn't giving her the satisfaction yet. She was sexy, her moments were slow and sensual. Drawn out as if I was her lover.
Her hands grazed my ribcage and I couldn't help but shudder. She must of been trying to play mind games with me though that didn't stop me from reacting to the strokes of her tongue.
I granted her passing just to turn the tables on her. I deepened the kiss immediately bidding her tongue to play with mine. Once I got her were I wanted her I bobbed my head to suck on her tongue while gyrating against her hips. She took a deep breathe at he action, I could only assume she was surprised.
My hands slipped from her waist to her ass. I squeezed her round and perky ass in between my hands grinding her even more onto my thigh. My breathe was coming faster. A heat rising in my chest suppressing my moans and whimpers. Our breasts pressed together through the cloth as I nit and bit her lip.
A low growl produced in her chest that I thought would be an indicator of enjoy, she instead pulled away all to soon. It took a moment to realized before I opened my eyes. We gazed at each other. I could see shock mixed with lust. I blew out a breath even in my panting state. She really did want to play with me.
She dropped her hand and turned for the shampoo on the counter.
Her nonchalant tone came back.
"Just wanted to see what the others were raving about," she shrugged, then nodded toward the bottle in her hand.
"Thanks. Later Kati" She left me in the bathroom, closing the door tightly behind her. I sneered at the back of her head. She said my name like a curse. I never wanted to hear her say it again. I could feel my blood boil beneath my skin. Though I could get with hot angry sex her using me like this was a complete turn off, because she didn't care.
I could understand the anger and roughness used to abuse the body consensually to let off steam, but it shouldn't be used to make someone feel like shit. I slumped on the edge of the tub, and that's exactly what I felt like. A used up rag.
I don't know how long I sat there. How long I staring at the shower handle as the water slowly turned from hot to lukewarm. Eventually I started shivering from the cold and decided to resume a hot and healing shower. I hope my day would get better once the girls came home.
A.N~ Do any of ya'll think that Katiyah is in this mess because she is seeking love outside herself instead of from herself?
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