DESIRE'S & FATE

Chapter *2*

HAPPY READING

Ryon POV

No matter how I chastise myself for the lack of control it just doesn't work. I groaned and threw another few quick jabs at the punching bag but it wasn't enough. I throw two punches in quick succession—first jabbing with my left arm, then crossing with my right—before performing a squat. Immediately returning to a stand and continuing the jab-cross-squat sequence for the full 45 seconds did nothing either.

My reaction to Sibel Benjamin shocked me like nothing ever had. The tightening in my belly, the air relinquished in my lungs, and the twitching in my pants was even more than I can endure. I had to release it immediately after I returned from taking her back to the dorm.

I take my punch across my body this time, with my dominant arm, and shift my weight forward, using the force of my weight to catapult my fist to the bag. After a punch, I made sure my hand returns to its position in front of my face instead of swinging downward. I immediately shift my weight back to the starting position putting the weight on my back foot to set up for another powerful cross. Powerful blow after blow just did not accomplish the task.

I continued for another full 45 seconds using my dominant arm still didn't help. The magnetic force and the powerful sensual attraction between us made my insides quiver with lust and no matter how I tried to suppress it but it just doesn't work.

I groan and run my finger through my hair in frustration. What the hell was I doing— f**k. What the hell is happening here, Why was I scared this shitless—s**t. All the wanton desires in me to bury my length deep within her, to feel that electricity, when her body rubbed against mine, to taste her, those lips on mine and to watch her fall apart is the best f*****g thing I'd ever witness.

Fucking hell, I sowed I would leave her alone. I needed to get laid. Maybe it would satisfy me this time, satisfied this lust, this craving to be gentle, to be different for her. I take in a deep breath to bring my body under control.

Even the cold shower wasn't a match for the desires burning deep within me and I just need it sated. I quickly slipped into my sweatpants and a white tee shirt.

This better work this time. I huff and walk down to the parking garage.

I slide into my car and did a full 180 mph on an 80 mph road this itch had to be scratched one way or the other. I signal security and drive into the parking garage and use my keys to enter the living room.

"You're here," she whispered after taking a sip from the glass of wine in her hand.

"You're drinking?" I stared at her both hands in my trouser.

"Apple cider," she said placing the glass on the side table in her reach. She put down the book she'd been reading and walked over to me.

"One last time," she said and helped herself out of the very thin, very sexy, red lingerie and f**k me heels she wore.

"One last time," I reiterated, and without another word with a desperate but gentle pressure our bodies tense with arousal with one goal in mind to reach the height of pleasure to seek relief our bodies collided.

"Oh fuck..." She gasped as I entered her rapidly inch by inch. Her eyes dazed with lust, she jerked her hips up and rocked them back and forth taking every last inch of me.

"Ryon..." she breathed out, opening her daze eyes when I pulled out but slammed back into her faster, harder, and deeper. "Oh fuck..." she gasped thrusting her hip frantically with my frantic thrusts. We both needed the release.

My breath was harsh, I lifted her hips to my torso and spread her legs wider. Every pent-up, overwhelming feeling tightened in my chest as I plunged into her. Our eyes locked together and her mouth opened but no sound—no words despite being vocal as I thrust deep into her.

My muscle tightened overwhelmingly intense that it rendered me breathless. I gripped her hip and she lifted her heel to my shoulder and I groaned. She was always the best release, that exquisite feeling bubbling deep in my loins washed over me. I wrapped both arms around her thighs holding her in place and lifting her back off the bed. She was going to take all of me— she usually does.

She clenched around me, "Ryon... Ryon..." she chanted my name and I drive into her. "Oh my God," she tried to take a deep breath and I let out mine.

Looking down at her lost in bliss and uncontrollable pleasure I lose every sense of control. I exploded within her depth with my mouth open in silent screams wishing I silently hoped I had exploded along with my d**k.

Her body convulsed but I didn't stop my thrust against her contractions around my length. I had to let her finish she would not let me hear the last of it.

I didn't stand a chance when her arse slammed back against me and I licked my fingers and latch onto the sensitive flesh of her wet fold and moved up to her nub. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she bit her lips. I worked her clit with such expertise I've developed over the years it rendered her powerless every time. "Ahhh, right there Ryon," she whimpered shakily with harshed breaths.

She pushed her head up and it fall back, but then I'm hard again seeing her climb over me, straddling me, back way and her arse bounced while I worked her nub with three fingers—Pointer, middle, and ring.

Although I wasn't through with her, she purrs

"I wouldn't dream of it," I smiled thrusting upwards into her and she whined. I smirked and twist my torso and there she goes as she releases riding my length to the wave burning every muscle in her body. She orgasm so beautifully and it's always mine blowing as my hardening member will never go to waste with her as she takes it into her mouth.

She hollowed out her warm mouth and her tongue wrapped around the thick crown of my shaft. The heat of her mouth raced to my spine and she proceeded to suck me thoroughly taking every bit of me down her throat— gagging. With every bit of sensitivity floating in my scrotum, I exploded on her tongue within seconds in her heated mouth. f**k, if I wasn't on my back I would have collapsed orgasm for the fourth time into the morning.

She lifted herself off the bed with a limp to the bathroom with c*m still on her tongue. "Didn't think I was going to let that go to waste," she said and I die laughing. "I didn't think so," I said.

"Hey, where did you drift to," Fiona whispered holding out the washcloth in her hand.

"I'm here," I said and wipe myself clean, and sat up next to her on the bed.

"Are you alright," I asked.

"I will be," she said touching her abdomen and I smile.

"Are you alright," she jammed my shoulder with hers.

"I have to be," I nod.

She leaned over and pressed her lips to mine. I pecked her lips and she pulled back. There was never any fire when we kissed but God the s*x was amazing. The woman didn't quit when she gets started and I loved the fact that she never let you short-change her. Fiona Adam was an incredible woman, beautiful, smart, knows exactly what she wants, and doesn't f**k around about it. Her jet-black hair and modeled body only add to her charms.

We've been friends for years since high school and there was never a day we weren't f*****g. She even thought me a few things and I was always ready and willing to learn. She didn't date and I did not see the need for it until now... She has gone through life much the way I do quick and easy. There wasn't any challenge to what we did for years until everything happened so fast that it caught us by surprise.

I was fourteen years old when I met Fiona and her friends Sukora and Satina Benjamin. There are incredible individuals and we quickly became best friends. Me being the only guy in the crew everyone naturally believed we were together but trust be told I only f****d Fiona. I hang around with the girls so much that we were constantly in trouble with the Benjamin girl's father.

I was the constant cover for a weapons mission. It's what we called a romantic rendezvous and it worked out well until we didn't need an excuse any longer. It worked out well in each of our favor actually, for years without anyone knowing the truth, and which young boy didn't dive into the fame of dating three women at once?

"So do you plan on telling her the long version or the sweet side to this story," she asked getting up and walking to her closet.

"To be honest I can't tell which side she would be able to handle."

"You know my advice here but I will say it again—be honest with her Ryon. You can never start from a place of lies it doesn't work that way and I know you want this to work. I see how she affects you," she said now wrapped in a brown towel pretty much like her eyes.

"I'm aware," I mumbled as she walked back into the bathroom. I don't believe Sibel deserved any sugar coat truth but I could not stand the idea of hurting her. I flopped back into bed. I close my eyes trying very hard not to feel the guilt but every time I see her face, those eyes, or hear her voice it was hard not to.

My heart pounded in my chest with her face just an image in my memory. Those hazel eyes, those plump pink lips, dark hair, and a perfectly shaped nose were everything I didn't know I need.

What did I get myself into and why was it this hard to pursue happiness? Didn't I deserve it especially when she filled a hole inside me that I didn't know was there? With a sigh, I rolled out of bed and reached for my sweatpants. After tugging it on I walked over to the open-view window and leaned against it as the sun gave way to daybreak.

I sigh and run my hand through my hair, everything is happening so fast. "Hey," Fiona wrapped her arms around me from behind and I let out a deep breath. Fiona was the only person who would understand and although she is very much a part of this she wasn't angry or bitter she simply knew it was coming. I guess we both did, she was there when I first laid eyes on Sibel it felt like I was hit by a thousand volts of electrical energy. I had to literally gasp for breath she was breathtakingly beautiful but very young. Even as I tried to breathe to keep from passing out I couldn't tear my eyes from Sibel Benjamin. My inside was in a constant state of flutter when she smiled.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

I stared at her in utter confusion, to the foreign feeling in my gut. What even surprised me was my reaction to this very young girl. She was a girl for crying out loud and I liked women, I was soon to be a twenty-three-year-old man the next month and she was only seventeen. She was too young to fall in love

and I was old enough to know it but then her eyes become aware of mine and it was compelling how she drew me in and won't let me go. She drew me in like a trance, the horror, and excitement of that moment moved me to my core. Scared the s**t out of me.

"Hmm," I hummed after a few minutes.

"Stop worrying so much, Sukora and Satina will understand. They know you," she said running her fingers through my hair.

"Will they? I vow not to," I sigh turning to face her.

"This is natural to you Ryon, it's what you know and has been doing all your life. from what you've told me Sibel knows this."

"Being a womanizer is one thing but f*****g my best friend and impregnating her is another Fiona," I sighed heavily. To torment me further she's the sister of two of my very best friends and I promised I wasn't going to go near Sibel. I fully intended to keep my promise, I vowed I wasn't but then I kissed her on her eighteenth birthday and the need that slammed into me was divine.

"We're friends sure Sibel can understand that," she said.

I groan. "Would you?"

"You're a good man Ryon and if she doesn't know that she will lose out and then it's my gain," she chuckled. "Bright side, my baby gets his daddy to himself," she flips me off.

"Our baby and you think it's a boy," I chuckled.

"See I know you can laugh, now stop worrying we need to get to work. And yes... This here is my boy," she rubbed her baby pout.

"Get dressed I'll take you to work before I head to the office."

"Great."

"I will get you a driver and security."

"Like I couldn't," she chuckled. Relax, I know what I'm doing here sir."

"Right," I nodded.

I never placed any real value on relationships, despite seeing my mother and father married for over thirty-five years. My responsibilities at work, my family, and the new business I was venturing into kept me busy so what I had with Fiona was perfect, it required no effort, no effort at all. And If I couldn't get Sibel I wasn't ever going to try but God knows she is fascinating and this sneaking around wasn't a murderous blow to everything.

I thought getting laid would solve the problem and I could let Sibel go but unfortunately for me not a bit of it worked. Every time I came back for more it made matters worse, I know it. I prayed and hoped and stayed away from me but every time she compelled me.

I groaned out loud, "f**k!" My mother is going to kill me.