Part 5

Ryan looked down. They were in the same position they'd been in a few days ago except she was on top this time, looking down at Beyoncé as she thrust her hips on top of her.

"Oh fuck, just like that," Beyoncé breathed as Ryan rolled her hips rubbing their clits together.

Beyoncé's hands were guiding her now, encouraging her as she gripped onto her. Another moan escaped her lips and she pulled Ryan gently feeling their juices splash together. Ryan was concentrating. She was on a mission.

"Is this good?" She breathed searching for approval as her clit rubbed on top of Beyoncé's.

"Mmhm don't stop," Beyoncés moans grew more frequent as she watched Ryan above her concentrating on her and only her. She pressed her lower lip behind her teeth, watching Ryan intensely.

Her clit was throbbing with every touch. It felt so good to be touched like this.

"You're taking care of mama so good," Beyoncé moaned as Ryan thrust her hips. Ryan was so focused, rolling her hips rhythmically. It was like she wanted to make Beyoncé squirt. And she was getting close. The stimulation was a lot and it didn't help that Ryan was watching her every movement.

"Oh," Beyoncé's voice was extra raspy this time.

"Mmm." Ryan tucked a lip between her teeth. She didn't know why she was so horny again. It had only been a few hours since she'd been spanked but here she was, sweat forming along her skin as Beyoncé pulled her close repeatedly rubbing her clit against the other woman's.

Beyoncé groaned and Ryan almost couldn't take it. The older woman was just so sexy like this, her body spread out flat, legs bent as Ryan rode her. Ryan loved the way her boobs jiggled in the bra she wouldn't take off. Ryan had to touch those next. She had to see them and get her hands on them.

"Oh god ry, I— you're gonna make me cum" she moaned. Her brows were upturned now, almost as if she was begging for mercy. What was this little girl doing to her? She couldn't believe this perfect girl was fucking her like this. And it felt amazing.

Ryan watched Beyoncé beneath get her closer. As her lips fell open, Ryan began to go faster. Ryan wanted her to cum. She was dragging her clit over her at the perfect speed. Slow enough to make her want more, fast enough to keep her on edge.

Ryan had a smirk now. She wanted to make her cry out, to see her legs tremble as she came undone beneath her.

She thrust harder watching her intently. Once. Twice. Until Beyoncé's whole body felt weak. Her legs started to shake and she let go, her orgasm punctuated with sounds of their juices splashing together as Ryan felt a gush of liquid on her own pussy.

"Fuck," Ryan moaned. Beyonce had the most perfect orgasm face. It was a privilege to see and to be wrapped up in her orbit as her hips continued to drag over the older woman's.

Beyoncé held her, breathing heavily as she tried to make Ryan cum, still grinding on her pussy.

"That's right honey," Beyoncé encouraged. She was close, Beyoncé could tell as Ryan continued to roll her hips. "Oh god look at you..." she moaned watching Ryan on top of her. She was fucking gorgeous, so so pretty especially on top of her like this.

The younger one was so close, focused on the intense pleasure she was feeling. Her eyes rolled back, her body twitched.

"Cum for mama," that was all it took for Ryan to let go above Beyoncé.

"Ohhhh fuck— uhh," she moaned out on top of Beyoncé, feeling her juices slip out of her, mingling with Beyoncé's as they both breathed heavily. Ryan's body collapsed onto Beyoncé who wrapped her arms around her and planted soft kisses on her lips waiting for her to recover from her orgasm.

But Ryan wasn't ready to stop. She needed Beyoncé even more than before. She found herself kissing up and down along her neck, softly roaming her body deliberately touching her in all the right places.

Beyoncé groaned from the weight of Ryan on top of her, still so naked as she pressed into her body. Maybe Beyoncé couldn't keep up with her. But then the feel of her kisses caused a series of moans to trickle out of her. Ryan was getting her worked up again when she didn't think that was even possible.

A hand slowly slipped in between Beyoncé's thighs and she moaned at the touch, yearning for more. Ryan was having an effect on her that she couldn't stop. She watched the younger woman, Ryan was so focused on her pleasure.

Bey moaned the second Ryan made contact with her slit, her finger stroking and resting at her opening and then stopping as she looked into Beyoncé's amber eyes. Beyoncé looked up at her desperately. She didn't know if she wanted her to stop or to keep going. This was a lot.

"Mmm honey, what are you doing?" She groaned. She didn't know Ryan had all this in her. She also didn't know it would be so sexy to see.

Ryan ignored the question and instead eyed her face, waiting for the perfect moment to slide in. Bey looked so lost. When she breathed in, Ryan pushed in causing her to hiss in response, her hips bucking and her lips falling open.

"Oh god..." she breathed as Ryan tapped some hidden spot inside of her. Bey clutched onto Ryan, eyes rolling back as Ryan pushed two fingers inside of her pumping steadily. "Ry..." she moaned reaching for something to grip. Ryan's fingers slid in deeper as Beyoncé clung to her back, nails scratching her skin.

"Fuck..." she moaned as those fingers pumped again, repeatedly hitting her spot. Her head rolled back but she didn't want to take her eyes off of Ryan as she panted. Ryan tucked her lips in focusing on Beyoncé. On her frantic moans. On her pleasure. Her eyes like moons as they looked up at her unsure and horny. So so horny. She needed this as much as Ryan did.

Ryan thrust and knitted her brows together, feeling the warmth and wetness of Beyoncé's pussy around her. She was focused. She had a mission. "Fuck Bey," she muted watching Beyoncé tremble beneath her. She was sexy like this, just as weak as the other girl.

"You're so fucking sexy," Ryan told her, refusing to break the eye contact when Beyoncé looked up again, seeing Ryan above her. She was unable to speak now. Just moan, as those fingers pumped in and out of her steadily bringing her to the edge.

"Mmm R-ry," Beyoncé moaned, gripping tighter onto Ryan. The younger girl could sense she was close. She pushed her fingers in over and over. "Y-yes... oh fuck Ry P lease."

Her body shook as she let go around her fingers. Her pussy clenched and she moaned feeling liquid gush out of her. She couldn't stop moaning and breathing heavily. And all Ryan could do was kiss her gently, fingers moving slower inside her to help her ride out her orgasm.

Eventually the two fell asleep together. Sex filled the air as they slept, both naked and entangled in each other. They weren't spooning but they were definitely connected, a leg draped over a thigh, an elbow pressed into a chest. It was messy but it was cosy.

And then there was a knock at the door. Sunlight leaked through the window and Beyoncé frowned groggily remembering her surroundings. She had an arm wrapped around Ryan and there was only one other person who knew where she was staying...

Wait. Fuck, she panicked. Silently and half asleep, she tried to think of what to do. Maybe she could pretend she wasn't there. Maybe she'd make Ryan hide. Could she climb out of the window? Fuck. Why did she think this was a good idea in the first place?

Then she heard the knocking again, followed by a "housekeeping" which made her breathe a huge sigh of relief. She'd been so stressed and she gulped looking around the room, looking at Ryan waking up in her arms. She looked so beautiful in the morning.

"Can you come back later?" She called to the hotel staff just outside the door. The voice replied and then she heard the trolley shuffling away.

Ryan woke up to the most angelic view, all of Beyoncé's beauty marks on show as she gazed at her side profile. She was looking at the door which gave Ryan a moment to admire all of the pretty dots scattered up along her neck and face.

When she finally did look over, Ryan fluttered her eyes closed again. She wanted another moment of being like this, wrapped up in Beyoncé and not doing anything. The older one just smiled planting a kiss on her forehead. "Come on honey, you have to wake up." She was being cute about it but she wanted to get out of there.

Ryan just groaned, melting into Beyoncé's warm skin. Bey placed some more kisses on her until Ryan was smiling and opening her eyes. "Alright I'm awake," she said simply.

"Good girl," Beyoncé praised, the words coming out so easily. She couldn't help it when Ryan acted like this. She was like the perfect little angel, wrapped up in her arms. "What'd you wanna do today honey? I was thinking we could drive up to the hills do some shopping?" Beyoncé suggested.

She hadn't originally planned to do much with Ryan this weekend other than having a lot of sex, but suddenly she wanted to get out of that room. There was still a wet patch on the bed and they'd have to open up the windows when they left. But hopefully once they got back all of that would be gone and they could mess it up again.

Ryan shrugged. She didn't really care what they did. "Sure." Shopping wasn't really her thing but she'd do anything Beyoncé wanted to do.

The two got up, showered and dressed before hopping into Beyoncé's car. Ryan fell into an easy silence with her, so comfortable with her now, not thinking about anything. She wasn't getting in her head like she usually did, wondering about what Beyoncé thought of her, what they were doing together. She was just settled, radio on as Beyoncé drove.

When they got onto the highway, Beyoncé's phone rang from the car. She paused to check who was calling before picking up.

"Hi baby," she answered as she always did when her child called.

"Hey mom, you okay?" She heard the tired college student reply. How had she thought Brooklyn would be up early enough to go knock on her hotel door? That girl was always out either partying or sleeping.

"Mmhm why wouldn't I be? How's my favourite daughter?"

"Your only daughter but okay," she could hear Brooke's eye roll over the phone and she smiled to herself. Annoying your child was the fun part of being a mom. "I'm good. I just wanted to see if you were okay or if you wanted me to do something with you today?"

Beyoncé grinned so wide, Ryan thought she might crash the car. "Aww does my favourite daughter actually want to spend time with me?"

"No mom, I just didn't want you by yourself the whole weekend then going home to complain that I never do anything with you"

"Hmm I don't believe you. I think my little Brooke bag wanted to hang out with me," Beyoncé was having fun embarrassing her daughter and Ryan couldn't lie, it was kind of funny. Brooke bag?

"Mom..."

"Yes Brooklyn berry?"

"Oh my god. Whatever mom, have fun in that hotel all by yourself," she rolled her eyes. She definitely wasn't giving up her weekend to hang out with her mom if she was going to act like this.

Beyoncé giggled. "I will, they have a spa you know?"

"You're so old."

"What?" She gasped "Young people don't like spas?"

At this point even Ryan was feeling the cringe. She stayed silent though, glancing between Beyoncé and the road. Brooklyn said something else and they continued like this for another 5 minutes before Beyoncé told her to enjoy her weekend and not to worry about her mom.

When she hung up Ryan finally let out a snort causing Beyoncé to glance over at her. "Sorry honey, I almost forgot you were here." She had been focused on her daughter and driving.

"It's okay," Ryan had actually forgotten that Beyoncé was someone's mother until that moment. They'd just spent the most intensive night of her life together. Beyoncé had stopped being 'Brooklyns mom' to her the moment she walked through those doors.

"What did you want for breakfast?" Beyoncé asked.

"Ugh anything," Ryan exhaled dramatically.

Beyoncé smirked, raising a brow. "Hungry?"

"Just a little" Ryan shrugged kind of embarrassed now.

Beyoncé chuckled, asking her to check that she was going in the right direction. Ryan pulled it up on her phone since this wasn't an area that she ever really went to. Not only was everything overly expensive, but it was also quite a long drive from campus. She figured that was part of the reason why Beyoncé had decided on going there — less chance of Brooklyn catching them out together.

Once out of the car, Beyoncé took off her glasses and took Ryan's hand to lead them inside. It was a cute little overpriced cafe she'd found that made really good breakfast sandwiches. They each got a sandwich and a drink before making their way to the seating.

The sun was hot and the breeze was cool, so they decided to sit outside and eat. Ryan kept glancing at her in between bites. The sun was hitting Beyoncé in a way that made parts off her eyes look almost golden as they chatted about the plan for the rest of the day. It was nothing exciting but the conversation flowed easily between them: light teasing and compliments here and there.

Beyoncé was focused on making Ryan feel good. She liked doing that. Her reactions made it worth it.

"Feeling better now?" Beyoncé smirked as Ryan finally finished eating.

"What if I said I wasn't?" The younger one raised a brow as she finished up her sandwich.

"Then I'd ask what I can do to make it all better," Beyoncé replied, her eyes glinting with all of her secret desires in her mind. She ran her tongue over her lips before grabbing a napkin.

Ryan shuddered. How was she so good at that? Everything she said was like a seduction tactic. Being around her, it was easy to get wrapped up in lust. "How do you do that?"

"Do what honey?" Beyonce asked wiping the crumbs from her mouth.

"Say stuff like that as if it's all just casual?" Ryan asked.

Beyoncé couldn't figure out if she thought this was a good thing or not. She wasn't saying these things with any kind of intentions. It was just how she felt and she was being honest. She raised a hand to help the younger one wipe the sauce from her lips, letting the question hang in the air for a moment as she considered how to answer.

"It's not me acting like it's casual," she looked at Ryan in her eyes now, the sun was giving them that warm roasted chestnut colour. "It's just how I feel," she said. "I want you to know how beautiful you are."

"O-oh," Ryan almost choked with how much she was blushing but Beyoncé didn't back down. She deepened the eye contact, loving how visibly shy it made Ryan. Bey couldn't understand how she was so shy and still so magnetic. "Thanks Bey," Ryan added tucking her lips in.

"You're welcome, honey," Beyoncé replied. "I can't wait to treat you and buy you some new outfits." Beyoncé liked the idea of showing Ryan off and buying her nice things. She didn't know why but she really wanted to treat her. Besides, why not? She could afford it.

Ryans smile turned uncomfortable now, as she checked her phone camera to make sure she looked okay. She fixed her hair and they got up, Beyoncé interlacing their fingers and leading her towards the stores.

Ryan shuddered at the feeling of her hand in Beyoncé's. It was such a small thing but she felt safe and connected. She thought for the walk to the cafe that it made sense, it was only a short walk in the middle of nowhere. But now she was still holding her hand. Ryan could easily get used to this feeling.

She slipped on her sunglasses as Beyoncé led her to the stores. The first stop they made was Prada, the glass storefront somewhere between overbearing and welcoming. Ryan looked around briefly, not seeing anything she wanted so the two went into another store.

"Um I don't know," Ryan shrugged looking at the designer clothing displayed on the racks and the jacket Beyoncé was holding up. This was the third store they'd tried and Ryan had the exact same response in all three.

Beyoncé chuckled a little bit. "I'm gonna get you this," she pointed to a simple shirt that she could pair with almost anything. "It will look cute on you." Beyoncé said planting a light kiss on Ryan's cheek.

"You really don't have to get me anything," Ryan said trying to hide her discomfort with Beyoncé's generosity. She just wasn't used to anyone buying her things like this, besides these price tags were crazy.

"I know that honey," Beyoncé said giving her a small peck on her lips, leaving behind a faint hint of her lipstick. "I just want to treat you." She said very simply.

Some people in the store looked at them but Beyoncé just smiled her usual genuine smile. Ryan looked away, afraid she might melt in her light. There was something about Beyoncé, something that made her feel less unsure, it made her want to be pampered and to be treated and praised in ways she wasn't used to. It was like she wanted to be perfect just for her.

"Okay," Ryan said in her familiar small voice, as Beyoncé, using the pad of her finger, turned Ryan's face towards her, and planted a kiss on her lips. It wasn't a big kiss, just a peck that made Ryan light up in response to the touch.

She didn't say anything, but the smile on her face was unmistakable. Beyoncé found herself picking out clothes that she knew would look good on the younger girl. It was almost like dressing a barbie doll. Bey would find pieces and hold them up to Ryan seeing if she thought they fit her style or not. She just wanted to buy her things and make her smile. That smile was becoming so addictive.

She repeated that in every shop they went into, giving her small kisses in between holding clothes up to her body.

"You're so beautiful," Beyoncé would say and Ryan would feel tingles all over. Was this a date? It felt like one but she couldn't be sure. She just knew that she liked this feeling.

—————————-[A/N]Thoughts on this chapter? Sugar mama Bey?

Mama Bey? Since you know she is actually a parent... also I just realised in this fic Ryan is technically younger than her daughter.

Is every chapter gonna have a sex scene? Like damn why would I write it like that