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When I wake up and shift, I feel a body next to me and I'm terrified that some random girl has came home with me again but my mind is put to ease when I see Mia's sleeping body next to me, her arm still wrapped at my waist. I had almost forgotten she slept here last night. I gaze at her sleeping body for a few minutes as she sleeps so peacefully, making a small whimper as I gently remove her arm and rest it on the bed. I try very quietly to step out of bed and she starts moving and waking up. I immediately stop in place as she turns over but she falls right back to sleep.
Grabbing the undershirt I was wearing last night, I head downstairs but not before I make sure she's covered properly with the blanket and sleeping tightly. She's always been a very light sleeper but the alcohol seems to be keeping her slumbered. When I enter the kitchen, Ollie and Schneider are drinking coffee at the island, Paul nowhere in sight.
"Morning," I manage, heading towards the coffee machine, grabbing two cups.
"Good morning, Richard," Ollie replies, giving me a nod. Paul comes in from the back door, smoke still coming out of his nostrils.
"Ahh, good morning, Richard! We're going into town for breakfast. Would you like to join us?" Paul announces, motioning towards Schneider as he grabs his wallet off the counter.
"No, thank you," I answer, pouring the blackest black coffee into both the mugs. Coffee should help Mia get over her hangover quickly. I take both the mugs into my hands quickly, almost like I'm hiding them. I give a quick goodbye nod to my friends and head back up the stairs, opening the door as quietly as I can.
My eyes flutter open and my head starts pounding hard against the pillow. How did I get into Richard's bed? Oh god, did I talk to him while I was drunk? I use every fiber of my being to pull myself into a sitting position, rubbing hard at my temples to relieve some of the pressure in my head.
When I look down, I notice that I'm not in my own clothes either. What the hell happened last night? I remember going to the nightclub, Reagan disappearing and the guy talking to me but after that, everything seems muddled. God, I should not have drank as much as I did. As some of the pressure in my head goes down, some of the night starts coming back to me little by little. Richard was singing Depeche Mode and I think I can remember not keeping my balance very well as my limbs seem to hurt today.
"Jesus, I never drink that much," I think to myself, shaking my head in my hands. The bedroom door suddenly opens and Richard walks in, surprised and holding two cups of what smells like a delicious hangover remedy.
"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," he says quietly, smiling towards me. I can't help but smile back, no matter how fucking awful my head hurts.
"I don't know how good it is," I reply, chuckling. He laughs and sits down on the bed, handing me one of the mugs. Black coffee, just how I love it.
"How are you feeling?"
"Like a freight train ran over my head, backed up, and ran it over a second time." I blow on it before taking a long sip. I start trying to cool off by fanning myself with my hand but it's no use and I end up throwing the blanket off the bed to help. The metaphorical clouds in my head start breaking up more and more and things start coming back to me when I notice that stupid school girl outfit on the floor. I remember trying to take his clothes off. Did we end up having sex? Not that I would be mad but I would have at least liked to remember it. I sit my coffee down on the nightstand after another sip, pulling my knees up to my chest as I lean against the headboard.
"What's wrong?" Richard asks, extending his arm out to sit his mug down on the desk.
"Nothing. I'm just confused. Please don't be mad but I don't remember a lot about how I got home or how I got here," I start, motioning towards the bed, "Did we...?"
"Make sweet, passionate love?" He starts, finishing my sentence and laughing as he gets up to lean against his desk, "No, we didn't. We just went to sleep. The fact that you can't remember means it was probably the right decision."
I sigh a breath of relief. I mean, I would love for that to have happened but at a time where I'm actually aware of my surroundings. It really speaks volumes for Richard as well, not taking advantage of a drunk girl and making sure I just went to bed and slept off my buzz.
"I'm assuming that's the answer you wanted to hear?" He crosses his arms as he looks at me.
"Yeah, I think so. I'm still trying to remember all of what happened last night. I'm just remembering fragments." I rest my forehead against my knees, taking a deep breath in to help clear my headache.
"I'll help you. We'll go through the evening one thing at a time. Schneider told me that you went to a costume party at Reagan's work. What happened after that?"
"I went to the VIP section with Reagan but she went off and I was drinking by myse-" I raise my head up and sigh, readjusting my position on the bed. "I wasn't drinking by myself for long," I continue, "Some guy came over and started talking to me. Reagan knew him." Richard shifts and it looks like he's become as rigid as a board. My breath hitches at the thought of him getting jealous again.
"Okay, next?" It's hard to look at him because he looks like he's very agitated without wanting to let me know he's agitated.
"They were talking for awhile and then Reagan took off again," I start, twiddling with my fingers, "That guy followed me and started seriously hitting on me and being super gross. After that, I just remember..."
"What?" I extend my legs out on the bed, resting my hands in my lap before I look up at Richard.
"Showing up at your bedroom door." He smiles and walks over to the other side of the bed, taking a seat next to me.
"At least I can fill in that part of the night for you. Are you sure you want to know what happened?" he asks, smiling very mischievously.
"Of course," I start, my heart sinking a little as I become afraid of what drunk me did, "Is it really bad?"
"No. It's not so bad. I had to stop you from collapsing many times." That explains the very sore limbs.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry," I say, hiding my face in my hands.
I hear him start chuckling which puts me slightly at ease. It seems like he's taking all of this in stride and he isn't remembering how the creepy guy was hitting on me. "Please, you're like a feather. Besides, that wasn't the most surprising revelation."
I finally look up, very nervously and I feel like I could vomit and it isn't from imbibing. "What did my dumb mouth say?"
"You tried to get me out of my clothes and you asked me to dominate you." My mouth falls open and I can feel the redness coming into my cheeks. Jesus Christ, this is not how I wanted this to happen. My face immediately goes back into my hands, trying to hide my mortification as I start groaning.
"Oh. My God. Richard, I'm so sorry." He starts laughing again and I feel him scootching closer to me on the bed. All of the sudden, his arm wraps around my shoulders and his warmth is very welcomed, especially after finding out my faux pas.
"Why are you sorry? Do you think that I was offended?"
"No but-" I start, trying to choose my words carefully. I really didn't want to finally talk to him about what's being going on between us after acting like such an idiot but hiding my face right now seems to help. It's time to finally be honest with him and, more importantly, myself. "I didn't want to come at you like this while being so fucking drunk. I'm such a dumbass."
He pulls me closer but I still refuse to look at him. "No, babe," he says, his fingers brushing against my arm gently, "We all have those nights. I've had many of them myself."
"I didn't want things to happen this way, Reesh."
"Hey, don't worry about it. I liked you being wrapped around my finger."
I finally look up at him, now that it seems like I didn't make a complete ass of myself. "Yeah?" I still can't muster up many words.
"Of course. I didn't get the chance to tell you last part before we fell asleep." His eyes start burning into mine and that familiar feeling comes back to my stomach.
"Can it get any worse?" He starts crawling on the bed and stops in front of me, laying his hands on my knees as he bends down towards my ear.
"I told you that if you still wanted me to control your body when you woke up in the morning, I would fuck you until you couldn't walk," he whispers. His hands start moving up my thighs slowly and he starts rubbing my skin softly as I feel his breath on my neck.
"Jesus, Richard..."
"Tell me no, baby. Tell me no and I'll stop." This is the last thing I want but my mouth or brain doesn't want to work. I want to say words but I'm in such shock that when I finally win the battle, I feel a jolt throughout my body.
"Don't," I finally muster.
"Don't what, liebling?" His gaze comes back to mine, looking worried that he crossed a line. My hands find their way to his shoulders and I finally let go of everything that had me worried.
"Don't stop." He smiles and his lips crash into mine with no regret. My fingers run against the morning stubble that I've come to love as his hands find their way to my waist. While my worry is gone, I suddenly remember that we aren't the only people in the house and I push him off my lips gently so I can speak. "Wait, what about the guys?"
"They left," he starts, panting hard. His lips move down to my neck as he runs his tongue across my throat while nipping gently at the skin. At this point, I'd believe just about anything he told me. "We're alone. Tell me what you want, baby."
"You know what I want, Richard."
"No, I need to hear the words. Say the words."
"I want you to fuck me..."
With that, he takes my wrists, pinning them over my head and holding them with one hand while the other explores under my shirt. Well, his shirt. He pushes the shirt up to my breasts and runs his tongue slowly up my stomach, never breaking eye contact with me. He really wants me to know who's in charge. He lets go of his hold on me, backing up slightly and motioning me with his finger to sit up.
"Arms," he says and I hold them up above my head so he can pull his shirt off me and it's then that I realize that I'm bare in front him, in more ways than one. As I move my arms to cover myself, Richard puts a stop to that instantly.
"Nein, nein liebchen. Never cover up your beauty," he says, gently putting my hands down on the bed and running his hands down my legs slowly before pulling me down into a laying position, spreading my knees apart and parking right between my legs before balancing on his knees, towering over me. All I can do is stare at him in awe as he swiftly takes his undershirt off. I can't help myself and my hands move over his stomach, getting turned on more and more as his eyes smolder in my direction and my fingers latch onto his boxers.
"Someone is eager," he starts, smiling down at me, "but I need to see more of this gorgeous body first." He returns the favor and latches his fingers into the boxers I'm wearing, pulling them and my underwear off in one sensual but swift movement. His gaze rises from my exposed body up to my eyes and he looks like he's ready to take a bite out of me but instead he lays down next to me.
"I want to feel myself in your mouth," he declares, sliding his boxers down to his ankles before stroking himself slowly. I'm more than happy to oblige him and I crawl on all fours towards him, kissing him with fire before wasting no more time. I always had a feeling Richard was big and where a lot of his confidence came from but to see it in person was a whole different experience.
I look up at him as I lower my mouth down on his cock and my eyes don't move from his face. My mouth salivates around him and he twitches and moans.
"Fuck, Mia," he moans, his hands taking a light grasp onto my hair. His breathing hitches as I run my tongue up his length, breaking contact for the first time. I use this as an opportunity to run my tongue against his head before I focus on sucking on it while my hand wraps around and strokes him tenderly. The next thing I know, his hands are on my shoulder and pushing me off. When my mouth breaks off, some drool stays on his dick.
"I won't last if you keep doing that."
"Then come back here and take me," I reply, wiggling my ass in the air. He jumps out of bed like Christmas morning, rushing to lock the door.
"Stay exactly like that, baby," I hear him say from behind me. I hear him rifling through a drawer for a few seconds before hearing it shut and foil ripping. Jesus, I didn't even think about that. I'm glad he remembered to get a condom because it really did slip my mind. The bed shifts and I feel Richard's hands grasp onto my hips and he pulls my ass towards him aggressively. I gasp but can't help but smile at his enthusiasm.
"This ass will be the death of me. Mmm, are you ready?"
All I can do is nod. I'm a bundle of nerves but as soon as he enters me, everything else slips away. I gasp loudly as he pushes inside me and I grip the bed hard. He doesn't start off too rough but he definitely wants to show me his length and who's in charge. He lets out a deep breath and one of his hands runs up my spine slowly as I back into him at a steady pace.
"Fuck. Deeper, Reesh," I breathe out. My forehead meets the bed as my ass goes up and my hand meets the one on my hip, pushing against him. He speeds up, grabbing onto my shoulder and pushing into me harder. He lets out small grunts before speeding up even more, going full steam ahead. His hand moves from my shoulder into my hair and he grasps hard enough to show me who's boss but not enough to pull any out.
"Do you like the way I take control of your body?" All I can answer with is loud moans. Thank God no one else was here. Hopefully, no one comes back early and hears us. I would probably die of embarrassment.
"Tell me that you are mine," he demands, coming to a complete stop. My body goes insane at the halt and my breathing gets heavy as I'm so close to cumming.
"Richard..."
"Tell me," he interrupts, "Tell me you and your body are mine."
"I'm yours," I breathe out, "I'm yours, Richard." He starts again at full force and I cry out at the sudden sensation.
"Richard, I'm so close.." I exhale into the bed. All of the sudden, he stops again and pulls out and I whine loudly, incredibly frustrated.
"Lay down on your back. I want to see your face as I make you cum." I sigh and collapse on the bed, rolling over and facing him. His face and chest are drenched with sweat. He crawls back between my legs and thrusts into me in no time. I practically scream as he starts thrusting again, my back arching against the bed.
"Don't stop. Harder, baby," I beg him, moving my hands up his back as he pounds into me. His eyes seethe with a fierce passion and it's this look, the look that makes me feel like he has his tunnel vision set on me, that sets me right over the edge. My nails dig into his skin as I cry out and Richard lets out his last thrusts before I feel his dick twitch inside me and his head hangs with exhaustion. Both our breaths are shaky and I can't take my hands off of him. I don't want to stop touching him ever.
His head comes back up and I see those eyes again, those beautiful eyes and I know that I'm stuck. I've given him every part of me and made a promise to him that I'll never leave empty. He lays a tender kiss on my lips and there's no place I'd rather be.
After a few moments of holding each other, he turns to me with a very sly smile. "Are you ready for a second round?" All I can do is laugh as I take a moment to thank the drunk in me for finally making this happen.
Ollie is sitting at the counter, eating lunch and flipping through a magazine as Paul and Schneider walk in, bags in hand from a successful shopping trip.
"Hello," Paul says, setting his bag on the counter. Ollie gives a curt nod.
"Hey, Ol," Schneider says, setting down his bag as well. He takes notice that his friend appears slightly on edge. "Is something wrong?"
"I'm fine. I'm a little mad that I couldn't get any work done," Ollie replies, closing the newspaper. Paul and Schneider look at each other worried before turning back to their friend.
"What do you mean? Is everything okay?" Schneider asks, taking some of his things out of a brown paper bag.
"I'm not really sure how to say this," Ollie starts, grabbing his empty plate and heading towards the sink, "I think that Richard thought I was going into town with you."
"How did that distract you? Was he blaring his music again?" Paul asks.
Ollie sighs, turning from the sink back towards his friends."Well, Richard and Mia have been having sex for the past two hours and even my headphones couldn't drown out the noises."