Part 14

"Ryan," Beyoncé ran a hand through her hair. She couldn't get out of answering anymore. What were they doing? She breathed in slowly, pausing before she started to answer the question.

"I don't know what to say. I don't want to tell you something you don't want to hear, or something you already know. There's just so much between us, you know? There's all these things that I want to do with you. I want to take you on all these cute dates, I want to show you off, I want all of that."

She sighed running her eyes along Ryan's pretty face. Ryan breathed in, her brows twitching together as she waited for the "but".

"It's just that I want you so much. I haven't felt this way in such a long time and it's honestly embarrassing how much I think about you. I wonder what you're doing, if you're okay, if you need anything, if I can make you feel better. I can't stop thinking about you and the way you taste, how much I want you, how much you turn me on..." She swallowed and Ryans lips parted slightly, brows still knitted trying to get her feelings under control.

"And I've been going over it in my head, how I could make this work, if I could take you on a real date, if I could tell anyone, if I could do anything make you feel half as good as you make me feel... But that's just not reality," she sighed. "I don't think... I know that I can't have you. Not how I want to. There's Brooke and then there's... it just, it doesn't matter what I want," she sighed tugging Ryan closer to her on the sofa so their eyes could meet directly. "I'm so sorry honey," she said her voice stroking the inside of Ryan's ears.

Ryan was like the sweetest chocolate and no matter how much sugar it had, or how many people would judge her, she wanted to indulge. It felt good to indulge.

But, she had to be responsible and watch what she ate.

"I..." Ryan tried. She actually hadn't expected any of that. She thought it was just sex or whatever to Beyoncé. She thought that maybe it was just something Beyoncé did, that maybe she wasn't as special as Beyoncé made her feel. But this? This was not what she expected at all.

Beyoncé professing these feelings, these desires, as she ran a tongue over her lips, dimple pronounced, a slight tilt in her brows as she waited for Ryan's response. She looked really sad and apologetic and so damn sexy all in one. Ryan breathed as Beyoncé got closer, looking at Ryan before she spoke again. "Im sorry honey, I know that's not good enough," she spoke pressing a kiss to Ryan's cheek.

And Ryan sighed. It would be so much easier if it was just sex.

She knew what Bey was saying but it fucking sucked. It wasn't Beyoncé's fault but that didn't make it feel any better. At the same time, she didn't want Beyoncé to feel bad. Ryan knew from the beginning that this was complicated. She probably should've never opened her legs in the first place.

"Would you let me make it up to you honey?" Beyoncé continued placing kisses along the side of her face. "If I could change things I would, do you understand honey?"

Ryan's breathing caught in her throat. No? Yes? What was she supposed to say to that.

"You're so so pretty..." Beyoncé whispered, a rasp taking over her voice. "Please, honey, let me make it up to you."

Another kiss, this time on her neck. "Oh honey, you're so gorgeous," she stroked hair back from Ryan's face letting her kisses linger for longer on her skin. "Let mama make it up to you."

Ryan rolled her neck giving her better access. Her tongue was out now, rolling over the sensitive skin, slowly kissing her.

"Let me show you how sorry I am" Beyoncé slithered her tongue along her skin.

Ryan hummed, still not thinking straight enough to answer any questions and all of this kissing and these words weren't helping.

"Let me show you how much I've been thinking about you," her mouth lingered beside Ryan's ear. "Please honey."

"I— I," Ryan hummed leaning into the kiss.

This felt so intense, it was slow, every touch sending shivers through her nerve endings. Beyoncé's lips were on her collarbone next. She stroked the hair from her face, sucking on the tender flesh beneath it.

"Mmm," Ryan moaned. Bey wouldn't move her lips from her, sucking tugging her skin closer into her, every couple seconds asking, almost begging Ryan for more.

"Please honey, let mommy show you how I feel," she kissed the space just beside her ear.

"Oh god," Ryan hummed getting lost in Beyoncé. Her touch, her kisses, the soft scent of her perfume.

"I need an answer baby?" Beyoncé continued to lick her soft spots.

"Mmm," Ryan hummed.

"Yeah?" Beyoncé held a note of hope in her voice. It was heavy, it was lustful, but deep down it was thick with yearning.

"Please," Ryan's voice dropped to a whisper.

Beyoncé wasted no time taking off Ryan's clothes and kissing all over her body while her hand began kneading her breasts causing Ryan's head to fall back, her lips slightly parted.

"Can I... take these off of you," Beyoncé asked lowering herself to be between Ryan's legs. She knew her knees would pay for that in the morning but right now she didn't care. This was about Ryan, who nodded and let her pull the white cotton from her legs. Such simple panties, she obviously hadn't been planning for any of this, which only made Beyoncé want her more, seeing the way Ryan had already ruined the underwear, seeing the way she opened up for her.

Her breath hitched and she popped two fingers into her mouth, looking up at the beautiful girl in front of her, who struggled to meet her eyes. Then Beyoncé rubbed the pads of her fingers against her clit.

Ryan gasped then, her hips bucking into her hand slowly. Beyoncé bit her lip, watching as her fingers teased her, stroking her clit, pressing around her opening.

"Is this what you want, babygirl?" She asked rubbing her clit faster.

Ryan nodded through whimpers and moans as she started to grind into her hand. "Y-yeah," she swallowed and arched her back more.

Beyoncé watched her, noticing the sweat form against her skin, seeing the rise and fall of Ryan's chest. "Just like that, Ry, tell me what you want" Beyoncé encouraged, moving her thumb in slow, firm circles against Ryan's clit.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Ryan breathed  as she worked her hips against Beyoncé's hand. It was different to have someone else touch you, to look down and see someone that sexy between your legs, working to get you off.

"That's it, honey. Cum for mama."

It didn't take much before Ryan's eyes rolled back and her hips thrust quickly breathing heavy and fast.

"There we go..." Beyoncé licked her lips as she felt Ryan tremble against her, back arching as a wave of ecstasy crashed through her body.

Bey couldn't help pressing her lips to Ryan's heat next.

Ryan's legs grew weak again. Beyoncé was doing exactly what she promised. Making her feel every part of her. Her lips sucked Ryan into her, tongue flicking out over her clit forcing her juices into her mouth.

Beyoncé hummed, "tell me if I'm doing a good job for you honey."

"Y-yeah," Ryan whimpered. It was good. So good. She was coating her lips in her essence. "Just like that," she held the back of Beyoncé's head in her hands, fingers gripping the curls tightly between her fingers.

"Yes, yes" she moaned getting closer and closer.

"Cum all over mommy's face," Beyoncé hummed against her, letting her feel the vibrations of her mouth before she continue to lick.

Beyoncé was being submissive for once and it turned Ryan on how much the older woman was trying just to please her.

She did everything Ryan told her, moved faster when she begged for it, "just tongue" when Ryan felt her finger poking her entrance. And she took her time, letting her tongue drag over Ryan's flesh so she could savour every sensation, every touch.

"Don't stop, don't ever stop"

Beyoncé kept going through her orgasm, gripping Ryan's legs to force them open for her as she kept licking.

And soon Ryan was on her fourth orgasm clutching Beyoncé's curls, trying to push her away.

The older woman waited for a couple moments, looking up at Ryan as she recovered from the rush.

"Please honey, let mama make you feel good again," she bit her lip, eyes soft as she asked.

"B-Bey," Ryan moaned. This was more than enough. It was too much. "I can't-"

"Yes you can honey," she spoke pressing a kiss to her thighs. "Please baby," she said returning her tongue to the inside of Ryan's legs and running it slowly along her slit. Ryan didn't know what to do, if she could even keep going.

But Beyoncé wouldn't stop teasing her, softly at first. Gentle kisses until Ryans body gave in.

"Oh Beyyyy," she moaned letting her legs slip further apart.

Soon Beyoncé was circling her clit, flicking and lapping at her wetness. This wasn't teasing anymore. Ryan was going to fall apart.

"Oh fuckkk," she groaned looking down to see that messy hair between her legs. And Beyoncé couldn't help herself. She spat on her and began moving her tongue faster, sloppily playing with her clit between her lips.

And she was going to keep eating until Ryan's juices were everywhere - on her thighs, on Beyoncé's cheeks, coating the sofa. Beyoncé's tongue flicked hard against her swollen clit, and Ryan let out a gasp this time, unable to suppress the loud moan that followed.

"C-cumming ohhhhh fuckkk-" she moaned as her pussy throbbed in Beyoncé's mouth. She tasted so good, she moaned so perfect, she looked so pretty. And now her legs were shaking, her eyes rolling back as liquid squirted into Beyoncé's mouth.

Finally Ryan pushed Beyoncé's face away gently. "Shit Bey," she panted trying to become a human again after that.

"I love the way you taste," Beyoncé said planting kisses along Ryan's closing legs. "You make the most beautiful sounds every time," she breathed as Ryan's head lulled back.

The sun was casting a glow on them. It was early evening but Beyoncé looked so settled between her legs. She planted more kisses before getting up from her spot on the floor and leaning over Ryan, planting her hands on either side of her legs.

"So. Fucking. Pretty," she spoke, kissing her lips in between each word. Ryan felt so drained in the best way possible.

"You should probably lie down honey," Beyoncé helped her over to the bed.

Ryan was spent, legs like jelly as she got to the bed. She didn't know how she felt. That was a lot and she was so tired. "Bey..." she whispered as Beyonce lie down beside her.

"Mhm?" Beyoncé asked her. "What's is it honey? How can I make it better?"

Ryan groaned, Beyoncé was still in her face. Every time she opened her eyes this curly haired goddess was looking back at her. Those hazel eyes, sometimes amber, always hypnotising, piercing through her skin as they watched her.

"Nothing Bey, this was..." perfect, she wanted to say but the word didn't come. Instead her eyes fell closed and they fell asleep together.

It was early in the morning when  Beyoncé had to rush and drop Ryan off and then go and catch her flight.

"It's the second time you've made me feel like this and then left me," Beyoncé joked as they drove through the mostly empty streets, illuminated only by the yellow tinge of street lights.

Ryan chuckled. Why was she so dramatic? "It's not my fault, be mad at the plane," she said, letting her hoodie fall back over her eyes. She hated being woken up and she was still tired even though she still felt good.

"You wanna see me on the news with a mugshot?" Beyoncé glanced over, a small smile on her lips.

Ryan laughed. Dramatic, she thought again. But so damn cute.

It was kind of amazing how she did that. Her maturity and confidence seemed to melt into a pile of silliness and nerves sometimes when they were alone. Ryan thought it was kind of adorable.

"What am I supposed to tell the girls?" Ryan asked thinking about how her roommates would have questions.

Beyoncé shrugged. "Just tell them you were busy."

Ryan gawked at her. It was like she didn't understand their friendship at all. She sat in the car silently, trying to think up something as they drove.

"They're gonna think I was out getting my back blown."

Beyoncé bit her lip. "They're not far off..."

Ryan groaned rolling her eyes. "Anyways..." she said as they pulled up, each sighing to themselves. It was time to go.

"Y'all are really close huh?" Beyoncé asked, slightly shifting her stance as she put the car in park. She had to go soon but she was curious.

"Yeah," Ryan shrugged. "Well me and Brooke are. We share a room so..."

"Yeah," Beyoncé tucked her lips in, something playing on her mind a little bit. "Does she ever... nothing." She swallowed running a hand through her hair. She probably shouldn't be asking Ryan about Brooke. But she was a mother, and she couldn't exactly turn that off.

Ryan raised her brows. "You can ask," she said. It's not like she didn't know that Beyoncé was her mom. They just avoided the topic most of the time.

Beyoncé took her glasses off, getting annoyed by the streetlights in reflection. "Does she ever talk about me?" She asked frowning. "Or about her dad?"

Her facial expression was neutral but Ryan got the impression that this answer mattered to her. And so she didn't want to tell her the truth — yeah Brooke talks about her dad all the time but she doesn't really talk about you at all, I would honestly forget that she has a mom if it wasn't for you showing up every once in a while.

"Um not really," Ryan answered. "I think she just doesn't wanna make me jealous, you know? 'Cause my parents aren't... well you met them..." she trailed off, the lie slipping from her lips easily.

"Hm," Beyoncé sighed. "Sorry honey, I probably shouldn't talk to you about this."

"It's okay," Ryan smiled softly letting the tension slip out of her body. There was obviously something going on for her but Ryan didn't want to get involved with that. She was Brooke's friend and Beyoncé's... well that was different.

She didn't feel uncomfortable talking about Brooklyn but lying to Beyoncé made her feel strange. She wanted to tell her everything but only the good things. She really didn't want to hurt her feelings. She'd only ever seen the lady smile.

"I'll see you next month," Beyoncé smiled and all of the discomfort slipped out of Ryan's body.

Beyoncé bit her lip and leaned over the console to kiss her, probably spending too much time holding her face between her hands even after they pulled away. She didn't want to let go and Ryan didn't want to either.

"I'll miss you honey," she said as Ryan got out of the car and began walking back to her apartment.

Ryan hid her smile, throwing a small wave over her shoulder. Her insides were fluttering. She had never felt so wanted, so warm, so close to another person. She knew Beyoncé was watching her walk inside, waiting to make sure that she was safe, probably watching her ass too.

Beyoncé was so expressive with her feelings, and it felt good to be wanted like this. Especially when Beyoncé acted so down bad for her. Ryan had a 43 year old simping for her. She had to admit, it felt pretty good.

But, she didn't know how to handle what Beyoncé had said. That was a lot, she wanted to be with her basically. But this was fun and it felt nice right now in the moment. Why overthink that? She could deal with heartbreak later.

When Beyoncé got to the airport, she was exhausted and began to regret changing her flight. She'd barely slept and she had a full day ahead of her starting in less than 8 hours.

She had a lot to think about when she got back. They both did.

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Whew that was intense. What y'all think? What would you do in Ryan's position?

I kinda hate how this chapters written but oh well...

I realised I can see the sex scenes yall liked the most and that's so funny to me cuz yall keep going back to them. I know what you are 👁️👁️