it tastes so sweet.

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   watching her move around him, kyran waited a moment to watch her get dressed before moving off on his own, laughing shortly and swatting back at her when his bare ass was pinched. “leave my ass alone. i’ll meet you outside,” he laughed, shaking his head as he scooped up his pants and made his way to his room. it only took him a few moments to grab a different pair of joggers, the soft fabric hanging from his hips slightly as he eventually made his way bare foot to the backyard.    it was a nice little oasis, one of which was full of shrubbery and a little spot for a fire. there were several large oaks that loomed over his home, giving plenty of shade during the hot summer months. but for now, the moon was peaking through the foliage just enough as he came up to the table in the middle of it, where she was sitting. he had grabbed several thick blunts, a lighter, and his vape pen -- which he was hitting and exhaling up into the night sky as he sat down. “so you don’t have schoolwork you should be catching up on?” he teased her, setting his vape pen down as he put the blunts between them, offering her the lighter first.

     they always said to never mix relationships and work, but if mariella had learned one thing, it was that it was easier said than done. it was how she had originally been caught up with jacob, and it lead to their demise. but just like clockwork, the universe put them on the same path all over again. it had her standing in her kitchen, nursing a glass of wine as if that would even help at all. her situation was fucked, and she knew that. as a psychiatrist, mars could analyze the situation over and over until she was blue in the face and could write a report on it; this situation of how a patient of hers was now dead and of course the one leading the case was her ex-boyfriend. it was a sick joke the world was playing on them, and she couldn’t analyze it away. she knew jacob needed answers for this case, and if there was anything mars was good at, it was her job.... and loving the broken man sitting in the case that she saw out the window of her kitchen.     when her phone lit up on the counter, blue eyes flickered towards it. she didn’t reply, because that had spoken early on what the plan would be and there was no need to repeat themselves. she left her glass of wine on the island in the kitchen and made her way to the front door, keys in her hoodie pocket as she made her way outside. dressed in some joggers and a dark grey hoodie, mars was anything but marvelous and ‘put together’. it was late, she worked sixteen hours at the asylum she was currently working out of, and there was a lot of weight on her shoulders. a lot of weight that she... just couldn’t process right now.     but she knew how to do her job, all feelings aside. all knots in her stomach, the shaking of her fingers, even the threat of tears earlier in the day -- all of that went away when she crossed the threshold of her home and walked outside. quiet steps had her nearly undetectable as she crossed the road to the passenger side of his car. the professional in her had her grip the door handle without hesitation -- the broken hearted girl she was five years ago was screaming on the inside. she didn’t look at him when she sat down in the car, not yet. not... yet.     “weird way to cross paths again, huh? what’d you find in the case so far?” she let the words out in a sigh, her hands moving to hide into the hoodie pocket, trying to minimize the visual of her nervous hands and her fidget of picking at her cuticles.

fuck, of course she was daddy’s good little girl and her distressed features said it all as she let out a soft, distraught whine. the second finger had her trembling as she felt her cunt leak with need around zoe’s hand, into the girl’s lap and rayen was already struggling. the movement had her frozen, unsure of how to completely compose herself as she bit the straw of her drink hard, her jaw tensing as she rocked her hips just enough against zoe’s hand. she was about to open her mouth, ask for daddy’s cock in such a public setting, but zoe pulled her fingers away and rayen let out a soft huff of disapproval, though her humiliation of being such an easy slut crawled up her neck. “that’s not fair,” she started, shifting in zoe’s lap just enough to face the other woman. she leaned in, kissing her with a moan only audible to zoe slinking into her mouth, tasting herself on her girlfriend’s tongue and that only made her cunt throb more. “i want you inside of me... stretching me... using me,” rayen confessed, dropping her forehead against zoe’s as she squeezed her thighs together, aching to be filled. “i could be daddy’s good little girl, even in this bar,” she promised, a shaky sigh coming from the little brunette.

         it was so easy for her to fall into this sort of routine, starting her mornings with him especially when neither of them had anything to do that day. neither of them had to run out to work, or plan on catching up with other people. this was her favorite type of morning, sinking her weight into him as they kissed, melting into the hands that palmed every slight curve of her body. his lingering hand up the back of her shirt had her skin crawling with excited goosebumps, raising herself onto the tips of her toes just enough to comfortably keep kissing him. to help herself, rayen made a sudden move to hop her ass up onto the bathroom counter, opening her knees to pull him against her as her mouth continued to kiss him without fault. “we don’t have to leave our room today if we don’t want to,” she murmured with a sheepish grin, her hand resting on his stomach above his shirt, nails dragging along the fabric softly. “...i was hoping you’d wake up earlier and join me in the shower,” she confessed, leaning in to nibble at his lip, while playfully nuzzling her nose into his own.