Part 3

Beyoncé and Ryan woke up to the sounds of two phones ringing in their ears. Beyoncé stretched lazily, her eyes running along Ryan's body again. It was dark outside now, from what she could see through the thin curtains. It must've been late. And both their phones were ringing.

Before getting up, she patted Ryan's ass causing the younger girl to arch her back. She didn't know how much that would turn her on. Beyoncé tossed Ryan her phone and picked up her own, answering without looking.

"Brooke?" She questioned wondering why she was calling at this time.

"Hi mom, have you heard from Ryan— wait never mind she just answered Justine." Beyoncé's eyes flashed with realisation. "See you later."

"Bye," Beyoncé tried to keep her voice loud enough to not be suspicious but quiet enough that it wouldn't be picked up on the other woman's phone.

Ryan was on the phone with Justine trying to come up with a reason for not being home yet. It wasn't like her to be out that late so her roommates had actually begun to worry about her.

"Sorry yall, I was with Coco," she lied.

"No you weren't, we called her to ask if she was with you and she didn't know where you were either," Ryan's mouth went dry. She really wasn't good at lying.

"Um I was..." she paused trying to come up with something.

"Oh my god are you fucking someone?"

"What? Ryan met someone?" She heard Brooklyns voice over the phone.

"Right? She barely even goes out?"

"Ugh I bet it's Mani again"

"Guys..." she said forcing them to shut up. "I'll be back soon okay?"

"Mmhm put your location on."

"Nope," she thanked God that she'd stopped sharing her location with them a week ago. Imagine if she hadn't and they'd seen where she was. She couldn't even imagine how she'd get out of that.

They argued with her about it for a bit but Ryan wasn't turning it back on. She told them she'd be back in an hour and hung up the phone.

Beyoncé raised a brow sitting on the bed right beside her. "Yall check in with each other?" She asked, still naked, hair messy and eyes just beginning to open.

"Yeah," Ryan shrugged. She couldn't believe she'd fallen asleep in this lady's room.

"That's good," Beyoncé's eyes roamed over Ryan again as she began to get up.

Ryan just nodded. She didn't know what to say. She climbed out of the bed, asking if she could use the shower.

"Of course, honey" Beyoncé's eyes still roamed up and down her skin. She was tired, lazy now. But still looking.

"I'll show you how it works," she added standing up. Ryan had to get home to her roommates and she probably didn't want to smell like pussy when she got there.

Ryan followed her to the bathroom and the tension in the room was evident as they glanced at each other frequently.

Beyoncé leaned over to press some buttons on the shower and Ryan's eyes followed the curve of her body. She couldn't help staring at Beyoncé's ass which looked so perfect from that angle. She wanted to fuck her so bad, wondering what it would feel like to swirl her tongue over her body for a second time. Maybe this time slip a finger inside.

Beyoncé smirked turning back to face her. "You didn't catch any of that did you?"

Heat rushed to Ryan's cheeks and she shook her head. She hadn't been paying attention to anything apart from the way Beyoncé looked without panties. She was so damn fine.

Beyoncé tutted. "I really should punish you for that," she smirked, pulling Ryan closer to the shower. Ryan looked excited but quickly replaced that excitement with nerves looking down.

"Oh? That turns you on doesn't it? You like the idea of mommy spanking your ass?"

Ryan squirmed silently as Beyoncé pushed her beneath the spray of water. The temperature was perfect, almost too hot but actually just right. Her back hit the wall as Beyoncé gazed at her hungrily.

"You do, don't you?" Beyoncé pushed with a smirk. Ryan didn't seem like the type to be into that but she nodded sheepishly looking down.

It was the smallest nod, barely perceptible but Beyoncé saw it and smirked to herself. "I'll keep that in mind," she said as she stepped back from the shower.

Beyoncé knew Ryan had told her roommates she'd only take an hour to get back home. They'd start to worry again if she took too long. But Ryan was right there. She was sexy and wet now as the water ran over her body.

Beyoncé shook her head. She had to leave the room or she wouldn't be able to help herself. She turned to leave before the heard Ryan's voice.

"Bey," Ryan's timid voice was barely loud enough to hear over the shower as Beyoncé reached the door.

Beyoncé nodded, breathing in through her nose. She turned a little to face the girl who had water droplets rolling down her perfect body.

"Shower with me?" Ryan asked gentle. She wanted so badly for Beyoncé to touch her again. Their sexual chemistry was so strong, she didn't care about being late or making her roommates worry. She wanted Beyoncé right then and there.

Beyoncé's self control flew out of the window and she got into the shower, wasting no time in pressing in their bodies together. Ryans neck was wet as Beyoncé kissed it, pressing her lips into her skin and down along her trembling body.

Her touch was electric. Ryan moaned leaning back. And then Beyoncé shoved her hard into the wall, pushing her fingers in between Ryan's thighs. She stroked over Ryan's clit feeling her wetness mix with the wetness of the shower.

"Fuck. Stay right there, honey," Beyoncé got down onto her knees. She was addicted to this girl. It was like she couldn't get enough. She pressed her face between her thighs, lifting Ryan's leg and draping it over her shoulder.

"Mmmm," Ryan moaned as Beyoncé's tongue swirled around her clit. "Fuck m- bey. This feels good," she rolled her hips into the older one's mouth.

"You can call me mama sweetheart," Beyoncé said, eyes dark, before diving back in. It turned her on more to hear Ryan's desperate moans. She was quiet compared to the sound of the shower, her hips thrusting into Beyoncé's chin.

Bey could only hold her steady as she licked her hot warmth into her mouth. "You're so wet for me honey"

"You sure it's not— oh fuck— the shower?" Ryan tried to smirk but Beyoncé was busy proving that it had nothing to do with the shower.

"I'm sure," Beyoncé smirked continuing to suck Ryan's clit between her lips.

Beyoncé looked so pretty down on her knees for her. It reminded Ryan of the restaurant but this time was different. She knew what Ryan liked now. She was giving it to her, working overtime to please her.

"Are you gonna cum for mama, Ry?"

Ryan tingled everywhere as she nodded frantically. Her body so close. "Fuck Beyoncé. Oh yes yes yes yes."

"Cum for mama, go on," she breathed. "Let go for me baby"

Ryan did exactly as told and felt her orgasm explode between her thighs. It was strong and she went limp after she came, Beyoncé holding her up still pressing kisses between her thighs.

The older woman found herself kissing her way up Ryan's body. She was sure she'd probably leave a mark but who cared, she wanted Ryan's skin between her lips.

When Beyoncé finally stood up, she pushed her tongue into Ryan's mouth. She wanted her to know how good she tasted, how grateful she was that Ryan had let her taste her. She was so fucking delicious. She wished she could wake up to that every day.

Ryan kissed back gripping hard to Beyoncé's skin. She wanted to thank her, to go down on her again, to push her fingers inside of Beyoncé until the older woman felt just a fraction of how good she'd made her feel.

Beyoncé moaned holding on tight to Ryan's ass. "Honey?" She moaned through frantic kisses, the stream of the shower swirling around them. "Don't you have to go?"

Ryan groaned shaking her head. "Not yet," Ryan pleaded. She needed her. Really needed her.

Beyoncé smiled feeling Ryan's kisses get sloppier against her skin, moving from her lips to her neck.

She shook her head, no, Ryan needed to get home. "Next time, okay?"

She felt the kisses slow down but Ryan was still there. She sucked the skin on Beyoncé's neck hard causing a hiss before Beyoncé spoke again.

"I know baby. It's so hard for me not to give in to you," Beyoncé groaned feeling Ryan still attacking her neck. "I want you so much."

Her breathing was laboured now. She really didn't want Ryan to stop and Ryan wasn't going to. Ryan bit down on the skin she was sucking, pulling it in between her teeth.

"Fuck—" Beyoncé hissed rolling her head back. "No, honey, you'll be late." Her resolve was weakening with each kiss.

What did Ryan care about being late? She was late to class all the time. Being late back home because her tongue was between Beyoncé's thighs seemed like the best justification she could think of.

"Please Ry..." Beyoncé breathed feeling the younger girl begin to affect her, breaking her down. But Ryan reached down to her hips attempting to pull her in closer before Beyoncé grabbed her wrists holding them above her head.

"You have to stop, okay?" Beyoncé held her hands up and Ryan looked into her eyes. Stop or I'm gonna punish you, she didn't say that but her eyes held the threat causing Ryan to stop what she was doing no matter how much she wanted to continue.

"Yes mama," Ryan bit her lip.

"Good girl," Beyoncé had almost folded. She hadn't realised before with how shy Ryan was but she was definitely going to be dangerous. They both knew why she'd said that. It hung in the air between them before either of them moved away from each other.

Beyoncé took a step back before grabbing the shower gel and helping Ryan to clean. Then she washed herself and dragged on some clothes.

"What are you—"

"How else are you gonna get home?" Beyoncé raised a brow.

"I can just call a uber"

"No need, I'll drive you," Beyoncé's voice left no room for debate. And Ryan knew she was right. It didn't make sense.

Luckily it didn't take long to get back since it was so late at night, the roads were mostly clear.

When Ryan got home, her roommates made a big deal of questioning her, asking where she'd been and with who for so many hours.

"Where were you? Just tell us"

"Guys don't worry about it," Ryan sighed and leaned back. She wasn't telling them anything. She wasn't about to ruin this before it even fully started.

"Did you shower?" Brooke sniffed recognising the scent that hung in the air.

"She did. Oh my god, you definitely fucked someone."

Ryan rolled her eyes. "I have other friends you know?" She said exasperated as if they were being ridiculous.

"How did you get home," Zendaya asked simply.

"I um— I got a uber. How are yall not tired?" Ryan frowned trying to change the subject. It was almost 2 in the morning and they were all wide awake questioning her instead of sleeping.

"Why are you tired? What have you been doing?" Justine's eyes narrowed along with everyone else's. They stared her down.

"Y'all... I'm going to bed," Ryan laughed. They were being crazy.

In the morning, Ryan went to her classes, trying to ignore the exhaustion in her bones. She was never staying up that late with them again. She was somehow late to every class, completely giving up by the end of the day.

Then she dragged herself to the student centre to go and listen to Beyoncé's talk. She was far too tired to be truly engaged but she had promised she would go.

Besides, maybe she could talk to Beyoncé afterwards. Yeah. Talking to Beyoncé would definitely wake her up.

Beyoncé was tapping her foot impatiently, as she waited for the students to come in. "It's really just about making sure they're all comfortable," she explained to the professor she'd be working with. Her daughter had said he was an asshole but now she got to really see it in person. The entire afternoon he'd been questioning her, asking why things were being done in her way, telling her it would be simpler to do things his way.

Beyoncé found herself throwing out politeness and simply telling the man to let her do her job. He didn't seem to get the message though and continued to ask questions as the students filtered in to hear her presentation.

Ryan was one of the last to arrive. She didn't usually go to these things, she was mainly there for Beyoncé. She was there to be helpful and participate in her study. Beyoncé had insisted that she didn't have to come but Ryan just wanted an excuse to see her and to be around her, in her orbit. The $400 voucher for school supplies didn't hurt either.

"Hi everyone, thank you all for coming," the older woman stood to address the hall full of students. They were people Ryan had seen around campus before but never really spoken to — people who she saw in the waiting area before her therapy sessions, people who were at that one group therapy session she went to.

But Ryan was there for one person.

"My name is Dr. Knowles, and, as you may know, I'm working on a study and today I'm just going to be me giving you more information about the study, so you can decide whether or not it sounds like something you want to be involved in or not," Beyoncé spoke as if she'd practiced this.

Ryan admired how she looked in front of that whiteboard — poised and in control, her confidence commanding the room as she spoke. Her outfit was a good one too, that skirt high enough to show off her long legs, and the blazer just low enough to show a hint of cleavage.

Ryan wanted to take those off and slip her hand beneath her skirt. Though come to think of it, she didn't quite know what this "relationship" was. All she knew was that she'd had sex with Beyoncé two or three times... or once, did just receiving oral count as sex?

They hadn't really spoken about it. Beyoncé was nice to her, but not unusually nice. She respected her. She treated her well. But outside of their limited interactions, all they'd done was have sex a few times.

Beyoncé probably just needed to knock the cobwebs off or something like that. Though Ryan doubted she had any problems finding people to sleep with. Sure she was pushing 50, but the woman was earth shatteringly fine. And she walked with the confidence of someone who knew exactly who she was. Just her aura alone was sexy.

Ryan had heard most of this speech over coffee so she didn't bother paying much attention to this particular iteration. Though she did hear Beyoncé's speech falter for a moment when their eyes met. She smirked watching Beyoncé quickly recover looking at the other students and talking about the study again.

Ryan was only interested in how to redeem the voucher. She wanted better grades which meant she needed all the books and school supplies.

"Does anyone have any questions?" Beyoncé asked.

Ryan ran her eyes over her once again tempted to ask something nasty. But that would be inappropriate. Ryan couldn't help imagining it though.

A couple people asked for more details which Beyoncé happily gave them. And finally someone asked about the vouchers which the professor had to answer. Then all of the students filtered out of the classroom.

Ryan made sure she was the last to leave, walking down the steps and past Beyoncé towards the door, her eyes lingering on the older woman for a moment too long. Beyoncé bit her lip, before her eyes darted to the professor in the corner watching her.

Ryan sighed. She didn't even know how long Beyoncé would be there for. Not having her number was really inconvenient.

She got home to find a poster board full of post-its on the wall frowning as she noticed the new home decor. "What's all this?" She asked noticing each one had a name written on it.

"They're trying to figure out who you were sleeping with," Zendaya laughed. "It's pretty much a list of all the queer girls who don't live on campus. Brooklyn colour coded them and everything"

Ryan groaned. "You'll never figure it out," she rolled her eyes.

"So you admit it? You were sleeping with someone?" Brooklyn raised a brow.

"Y'all are relentless" Ryan laughed plopping onto the sofa. It was big enough for 3 people to sit on but the way Ryan sat took up most of the space.

She hated that her roommates were so interested in this, especially Brooklyn. That worried her. What would happen to their friendship if she found out? What would happen between her and her mom?

She wished she had Beyoncé's number to text her. She just wanted some advice on how to handle this. Maybe she should just come clean and tell Brooklyn what she'd been doing? Sure she'd be upset, but she'd get over it right?

Ryan frowned. She definitely couldn't do that without first taking to Beyoncé. Maybe she could go to her hotel? No, that was definitely doing too much. She just wanted to let her know that everyone was asking questions, maybe if she knew what this meant between them she'd know what to do.

She obviously couldn't tell Brooklyn that she was having the best sex of her life with her mom. But she kind of wanted to tell everyone, especially as the girls went over the details she'd told them last night.

"She took an uber back so it's definitely not someone on campus... unless she was lying," Justine squinted looking at Ryan who just rolled her eyes in response.

"So are we sure it's not Mani?"

"It's not," Ryan groaned. She wanted that name off the wall. She was about to ban it from the house. "I've grown up since last semester. I like grown women now."

A collective "ooh" went around the apartment. They all remembered the endless stream of drama with Ryan and Mani. They were glad that chapter was over but equally as curious about this chapter that Ryan wouldn't talk about.

"Wait is it a man?" Zendaya asked squinting.

Ryan's eyes rolled to the top of her head. No it wasn't a man but she'd let them speculate. Anything was better than them figuring out the truth.

She pulled out her phone to see a text from an unknown number.

: Hey, Brooklyn gave me your number. I hope that's okay honey

Ryan could almost imagine her dimple deepening as she messaged her. There was something so cute about when Beyoncé was unsure, a slight pause with an uncomfortable smile, her dimple spreading. It was the cutest thing ever. She knew exactly who it was just from the message.

Ryan: that's okay lol everyone's trying to figure out where i was last night

: Shh don't tell them anything. I like you being my little secret

Ryan bit her lip. She liked being Beyoncé's secret. It made this whole thing even more exciting.

Ryan: i like it too

: You were so distracting during my talk earlier. I couldn't stop looking at you

Ryan chuckled lightly. She couldn't stop looking at Beyoncé either but that was probably a little more appropriate.

Just as she was about to type her reply her phone was slipped out of her hand. Luckily Ryan managed to lock it just in time.

"Damn Ry, who got you smiling at your phone? Just tell us who it is"

At that moment it dinged again with another text. Panic shot through her. What if they saw her number? She hadn't saved it yet but Brooklyn would know it.

Ryan's face was hot now, afraid they'd figure it out. She thanked God for the melanin in her skin being the only thing that stopped her from going completely red when Brooklyn looked at the phone recognising the number.

She rolled her eyes. "Oh yeah I gave my mom your number. She said you left something at the cafe yesterday"

"Oh," Ryan released a sigh of relief. She probably thought that was just her mom offering to return it. If only she knew...

They all continued to stare at the phone, impatiently waiting for another message to appear as Ryan's heartbeat quickened in her chest.

She almost wished Mani would text her so she could just lie about that. But she wasn't that desperate. She'd learned her lesson.

"Y'all are seriously overthinking this," she tried to keep her voice neutral, unaffected by the panic rippling through her body"

"So just tell us and we can stop."

"I just made a new friend. We were hanging out"

Even Zendaya laughed at that. She was a terrible liar. Beyoncé couldn't have picked a worse person to do this with.

"I'm serious," Ryan added trying her best to sound convincing.

After about 10 minutes of no one texting her, they gave back the phone and Ryan retreated to her room to finally text Beyoncé back.

: You were just trying to get me all worked up weren't you honey?

Ryan: did it work 😋Ryan: sorry the girls were being annoying 😒

: Of course, I can't stop thinking about you

Beyoncé ran her hand through her hair as she texted the younger girl. She was supposed to be watching a movie but her mind was back on Ryan again. She loved those bright eyes and the way they looked at her when Beyoncé was making her blush.

Ryan: same i wish we got to finish last night

: Me too honey. I wanted you so so much

Ryan: i want yku right now

Beyoncé smirked. Ryan was so much younger than her but she still wanted her. It made her feel good to know she still had that effect on people. Especially when those people were as sexy as Ryan was.

: Where did all this confidence come from honey?: You're making me all hot & bothered

Ryan blushed. She really was getting more confident with Beyoncé. Maybe it was familiarity, and knowing Beyoncé wanted her. There was something about the way Beyoncé talked to her, as if she wanted her. Just her and no one else. She felt so desired. No one had ever made her feel like that.

Ryan: i just like you i guess

: I like you too honey. When am I next getting to see you? I haven't forgotten about your punishment

—————————[A/N]I kind of love writing this. It's so fun 😭 Beyoncé is such a slut but like in the best way. She's just throwing herself at Ryan idk I love it

What are they doing? Cuz idek fr and im the one writing this.

What yall think about pet names like honey and sweetheart? I usually hate them but it depends who's saying it