Part 53

There were too many people in that house.

For the past week, Beyoncé had woken up to Ryan beside her, the baby crying on the monitor, and Brooke or Levi rushing to quiet the child. It wasn't noisy but there was always the threat of noise if she opened the door.

There was also the quiet animosity between everyone. No one would say it but the house felt heavy. Like they were all pretending with each other, probably for the sake of the baby. The house was big enough, but could it hold all of these emotions for much longer?

Beyoncé was so frustrated, lying in bed beside Ryan. She'd been having nightmares, waking up drenched in sweat and trying her best not to wake the sleeping girl beside her.

Ryan had stayed, despite the challenges. She'd said she wanted to try. Things would never be perfect but she knew how she felt about the blonde woman. She'd stay until she didn't want to anymore.

Now it was barely morning and Beyoncé kept tossing and turning as Ryan lay in bed beside her. Ryan started to wonder if she should go home. Eventually Ryan turned to face her. "Are you good?" She asked, annoyed that she was awake as well now.

Beyoncé groaned, "I'm just... ugh." She frowned.

"What's wrong baby?" Ryan asked fluttering her eyelids open to look at her, immediately softened by Beyoncé's tone of voice.

"I... you're so beautiful," Beyoncé said getting distracted. Ryans face was bare and her eyes intense as she looked at her.

"Bey? Be serious," she rolled her eyes and Beyoncé bit her lip, still looking at those warm eyes. It was like they sparkled, eyes full of magic.

"It's just everything that's going on. It's got me stressed," she replied simply.

"Aw, you want cuddles?" Ryan asked, her lips curling into a smile.

"I want sex," Beyoncé rolled her eyes. She was so horny and antsy now, but with Brooke just down the hall, she didn't think it would be appropriate.

She'd been tempted everyday and trying to distract herself. Ryan just made her feel so frantic, like taking her clothes off was more than just a sexual desire.

Ryan looked at her weighing her options. Outside was still waking up, birds beginning to get into formations in the sky and the sun was still too low to be considered sunrise. "Go lock the door," Ryan whispered to her.

Beyoncé side eyed her thinking about it for a moment. She knew it probably wasn't a good idea but fuck good ideas at this point. At least the door would be locked.

She walked back over to the bed where Ryan was sitting up now, waiting for Beyoncé to fall into her arms. And when she did, Ryan pulled her close feeling the silk of Beyoncé's nightgown brush against her skin.

Ryan kissed her first, always loving the feeling of those lips on hers, soft and juicy, and they bounced as she pulled away. Then her fingers trailed down to Beyoncé's pussy where soft hairs had started to grow back.

She rubbed over her clit first, watching Beyoncé react. The older one hissed and Ryan bit down on her lip feeling how sensitive she already was.

"You're so sexy," Ryan whispered to the older one as she let her hands play around with her wetness.

But Beyoncé didn't want to be teased. "Uhhhh," her body rocked into Ryan, hips knocking into her hands as she silently asked for more.

Soon she felt Ryan slide inside of her with her two middle fingers and her head fell onto Ryan's shoulder. She was so excited to finally be touched, her body quivering around the small intrusion. Her head rested on the other girls shoulder as she breathed out slowly, matching the pace of Ryan's fingers.

"H-honey," she whimpered softly as Ryan held her up, moving her fingers in and out, arm brushing against her night gown.

"You have to cum quick," Ryan whispered. They probably only had a couple minutes before someone knocked and Ryan needed her to finish. She could feel how much Beyoncé needed this, wetness seeping onto her fingers as she thrust them quickly in and out.

"Uh huh," the older one breathed as Ryan sank her fingers deeper inside of her.

Beyoncé felt every movement of her fingers, arching as Ryan gave her everything she needed. "That feels so good honey don't stop," she moaned quietly in her ear as Ryan continued to gently stroke inside of her.

Ryan couldn't take her eyes off of Beyoncé, watching her crumble with the affection.

"Just like that, mama needs it so bad." Her voice was quiet yet thick with heavy desire. She felt each pump as Ryan entered her again and rolled her hips faster on the younger one's hand.

The bed started to rock a little as Ryan thrust her fingers faster, smacking her clit with each thrust of her precise fingers. Beyoncé felt the pressure build in her stomach, warm and tense begging to be undone. Ryan watched how she moved, utterly turned on. Those hips rolled up and down like a dancers, as a sheen of sweat formed on her skin.

"How are you this wet?" Ryan smirked. She could feel it all over her hands, trickling onto the bed. Inside of Beyoncé was wet, soft and spongy. And Ryan loved it.

"I've been uhhh," Beyoncé's breath shook, answering Ryan's question, caressing her neck with her breathing, "thinking about this and— you since you got here." Her hips twitched, indulging on Ryan's fingers.

It had been a week of not doing all the things to Ryan that she wanted to. The whole week they'd been distracted, never having time to explore each other's bodies the way they yearned to. They'd both been quietly shoving their wants aside.

"Deeper honey," she moaned again and the bottom of her gown fluttered against Ryan's thighs. She rolled her body into the shorter girl, forcing herself not to moan too loudly while Ryan appreciated the sight of her like this — loose sweat on her skin, gown bunched up by her hips, as she rolled her hips more and more into Ryan's hand.

"Don't stop honey," Beyoncé breathed already desperate for her. "I need this so much." Her brows ticked up, eyes low almost begging. It felt like Ryan was personally communicating with her orgasm and bringing it closer.

Ryan didn't stop, sinking into her, over and over again, her fingers getting a workout as she thrust inside of Beyoncé, watching every one of her reactions to the touch. She looked like heaven itself was awaiting her.

"Just like that baby, mama needs this," the taller one groaned as the shorter one's fingers worked. Then Ryan added a third finger and Beyoncé's back arched in pleasure.

"Kiss me," she moaned. The two had been apart for so long she needed to feel connected as much as she could.

Ryan did as told pressing her lips into the older woman's. Ryan sucked her lower lip between her own, letting her tongue stroke over her lips as the other one's eyes closed. Beyoncé twitched, and rolled her hips, smacking her clit on Ryan's hand. Her moans got lost in Ryan's mouth.

But they both heard the smack of her hips as Beyoncé's head fell back. Then the younger girl hummed as Beyoncé jerked.

"Feels so good," Beyoncé bit down on the inside of her lip. "Honey I'm—," she breathed sharply. She was close.

Ryan smirked, fingers bending to reach her spot. She could feel how close she was, walls tightening around her. Only Ryan could make her feel like this. Only Ryan could do all this with just her fingers.

"You like how I'm fucking you mama?" Ryan whispered, biting the edge of her ear as she continued to stroke inside of her faster.

"Yes," Beyoncé moaned out, hips crashing into the younger one. "Don't stop. Please honey don't stop."

Ryan smirked, continuing to fuck her at the same pace. Juices mushed between them as Ryan's hands met each of Beyoncé's hip rolls. "You're squeezing me so tight," Ryan bit down on the inside of her lip as she watched in pure admiration.

Beyoncé moaned, "uh huh."Ryan held onto her as she bit down on Ryan's shoulder.

Ryan hissed as the pain shot through her, deliciously, making her want more of Beyoncé. "Mm mama you gonna cum for me huh?" She could feel Beyoncé tightening around her, body twitching as she got closer to the edge. She was right there, so close, dripping honey on her fingers.

"Yes baby," Beyoncé moaned, her juices still trickling down Ryan's arm. "I'm right there."

Ryan smirked thrusting harder, "cum for me baby."

And Beyoncé's body twitched, as if on command, clenching around Ryan's slender fingers. Her breathing changed as Ryan watched her unravel. She looked so pure, desire pouring out of her body.

Ryan kissed the side of her face, swiping away some of the loose hairs that had stuck to her skin before she slipped her fingers out of her.

"You feel better now?" Ryan asked with a smirk, lifting her fingers into her mouth.

"Much better honey," Beyoncé watched Ryan suck her fingers and it sent another tremble down her spine. She wanted to return the favour, wanted to give Ryan the same pleasure. Over and over until the younger woman couldn't take it.

She planted a kiss on Ryan's face instead, before she got up and made her way to the bathroom. As Ryan was about to follow her, they both heard a knock on the door.

Beyoncé was already naked so Ryan went to open the door instead.

When she did, she saw Levi standing in just a t-shirt, and boxers, clearly exhausted as he bounced on his feet. "Morning," he said trying to force a smile.

"Hey," she said smiling back. They seemed to be the only people in the house without so much tension between them. Everyone else had a million things going on emotionally when they looked at one another that made talking uncomfortable.

Levi looked at her disheveled appearance, her mouth a little dry, hands tucked behind her back and the sound of the shower running through the bathroom. "You good?" He asked.

She nodded, "mhm just uh... tired," she explained. "What's up?"

Levi just smirked, "as long as someone's having a good time." He smirked.

"Boy shut up," Ryan rolled her eyes.

Levi just chuckled at her before asking his question. "Anyway we wanted to ask if you'd watch the baby for the afternoon. We were going to go look at apartments."

Ryan raised both eyebrows. She didn't know Brooke was even thinking about moving out.

"Um I'll check with Bey but I think it'll be fine," Ryan shrugged. She didn't mind if it meant Brooke was moving. Brooke being there made things so awkward.

Ryan still wanted an apology for her clothes and Brooke still felt like Ryan shouldn't be there. Neither of them spoke and Brooke glared at Ryan every time she entered a room.

"Thanks Ry, I'll let you get back to whatever you were doing. We'll leave in like 3 hours so you got time," he winked and laughed at her.

Ryan rolled her eyes closing the door. The sun had just began to yawn, waking up and reaching into the sky. She wanted to keep going with Beyoncé honestly. The shower could be fun, and they hadn't done that in a while. She wanted to have Beyoncé's leg propped up while she drank her in from beneath the pouring water.

She locked the door and walked into the bathroom, hearing the pitter patter of falling water.

And then she saw Beyoncé with her body shrouded in steam. The older one made the act of getting clean look sexy, as a floral scented mist engulfed her figure. Ryan pulled off her clothes before she opened the shower door.

Beyoncé turned with a smirk, "hey honey."

"Hey," Ryan said, feet stepping into the enclosed space. Beyoncé immediately pulled her closer wrapping her arms around her body.

It was hot in there, Ryan thought as Beyoncé pulled her in. Ryan let herself be kissed completely, Beyoncé taking over her entire body. They didn't need to speak, letting the shower rain around them.

Then Beyoncé mouth started to inch lower until eventually she was alternating two breasts in her mouth. She licked over Ryan's nipples, completely obsessed with her entire body. She tasted just like water and Beyoncé needed her thirst quenched immediately.

Every touch sent jolts of pleasure rolling through Ryan's entire body, landing at her pussy which was already wet by now, as Beyoncé's tongue swirled over her nipples.

Her hands made their way into Beyoncé's hair, scratching her fingers along her scalp as Beyoncé dragged her nipple between her mouth. Ryan's body relaxed against the shower wall, feeling Beyoncé's tongue stroke over her.

The taller one hummed, glancing up before taking her in again. She suckled Ryan's chest until Ryan's hand was subconsciously pushing her lower.

Beyoncé smirked before slowly kissing down her stomach, licking the inside of her belly button and moving further down. Ryan hummed and leaned back further against the wall, letting Beyoncé take control.

"Mm honey," her voice was raspy as she sank to her knees, breathing slowing as she got lower.

"You gonna let mama have a taste?" Beyoncé asked, already pushing her to raise a leg as she buried her face in between those thighs. Ryan was instantly reacting to her touch, shuddering as Beyoncés tongue met the curve between her thighs.

She looked up slowly enough to catch Ryan's swift nod, before she let herself indulge in the other girl.

"You taste so good honey," Beyoncé moaned licking between Ryans thighs. The darker girls breath hitched as her fingers tangled into Beyoncés hair, desperate for more.

"Thank you," Ryan groaned and Beyoncé liked the sound. So pretty on her lips, much like everything Ryan said.

"Mmm say thank you mama," she smirked, as shower water poured around them. They were both soaked, skin gleaming as Beyoncé gripped her tighter pushing her head in deeper asking for more.

Ryan hummed against her as her tongue attached to her clit. Beyoncé sucked and Ryan rolled her body into her.

"Honey?" She asked, vibrations rippling through Ryan's body. But Ryan didn't answer, too caught up in the throes of her pleasure.

"Uhhhh," Ryan breathed, grinding her pussy on her face. Beyoncé loved when she chased her pleasure like this. This wanton desire rolling into her face, hips bucking like she was in heat.

Beyoncé gripped her ass with her nails, digging in harder as Ryan tried to chase her nut. "Mm you wanna cum for me pretty girl?" She asked pulling away briefly to kiss her clit. Then her tongue flicked over her again holding her in place so she couldn't quite roll those hips.

"Shit," Ryan breathed panting softly, her fingers clutching the blonde curls between her hands. "Please make me cum," she begged and her back arched.

Beyoncé smirked slowing her movements. "Then you better ask me nicely."

Her tongue circled Ryan's clit softly, just enough pressure to keep her on the edge but not enough to tip her over. She could taste Ryan's want trickling onto her lips, even the shower couldn't wash away that slippery texture.

"Fuckk," Ryan moaned out grinding against her tongue, trying so hard to increase the friction as she moved.

But the older one held her firmly in place, smirking as her tongue slowly flicked just enough to keep her wanting more and more of Beyoncé. "So twitchy," Beyoncé teased, smirking at the shorter one's struggle.

Ryan wanted it so bad that her brain was fuzzy. And she was so close, she could feel it building in the pit of her stomach. Beyoncé's slow flicks were making her knees weak. Just two more flicks of her tongue and she'd be collapsing.

"Please," Ryan begged, desperate for more.

Beyoncé's eyes roamed up to her face. She eyed her carefully, vision low and dedicated to Ryan's body. "Oh honey you look so needy," she raised a brow.

Ryan's lip was red from biting it so much, her leg still resting on Beyoncé's shoulder. Her brows were knitted together and her body was taut. Why was Beyoncé teasing her?

"Beyy?" Ryan said, half moaning, half begging.

"You know what I want honey," Beyoncé smirked, still on her knees, water showering from above them.

Ryan's head fell back. She rolled her hips debating the voice in her head telling her to ask for what she wanted. "Pl-" she gulped. The words felt stuck in her throat. It felt so nasty, but she was so needy.

"You can do it honey," Beyoncés breath smoothed over Ryan's clit, sucking it slowly in between her lips.

"Please Beyoncé?" The other girl shuddered, leg still hoisted on the blonde one's shoulder as she watched her eyes struggle to resist her. Beyoncé held her pleasure in her hands, teasing her and taunting her as Ryan shuddered beneath her touch.

The taller one smirked, mommy might have to teach her a lesson. But they were on a time crunch so she tucked that away for later.

"You're dripping on me honey," Beyoncé smirked. "Come on, you've got one more try before I leave you here in your mess," Beyoncé warned her.

Ryan's back arched. She needed this. She gazed down into those deep hazel eyes. Her body was almost ready to unravel. She needed this even when it felt embarrassing.

"Please mama," she let the words tumble out of her lips. "Please mama, I'm sorry. Make me cum, I can't take it." Ryan begged.

Beyoncé reacted instantly like she'd said the magic words. Her tongue reached up licking over Ryan's clit quickly and she smirked sucking Ryan completely into her mouth, tasting her juices all over her tongue.

Ryan's pussy stroked over Beyoncé's skin repeatedly. She shuddered and moaned, her body reacting to the older woman's overwhelming warmth. Beyoncé open mouth kissed her clit, licking over her like she was a blessing.

They both planned to be disgusting for the next two minutes. Ryan moaning, back arching as she came into Beyoncé's open mouth.

But the older one didn't stop, licking her up. Then she pushed her fingers into her warmth and Ryan's body almost collapsed.

"Oh honey..." Beyoncé breathed, dragging her fingers slowly inside of the younger one. Ryan was silent, her body connecting her first orgasm with whatever was happening now.

Beyoncé slid inside of her slowly fucking her past her own limits. She could barely stand but Beyoncé kept going, stroking her fingers inside as her tongue flicked over the nub of her clit.

"Shit shit shit," Ryan's voice came back trembling as her body shook violently. She started to scream and Beyoncé had to stop, gently shutting her up and helping her to stand properly.

She helped her to wash off, and then they went to lie back down, both caught up in each other's arms.

"I'm surprised they haven't bothered us yet," Beyoncé said lying back naked on the bed.

Ryan chuckled, "they will in a couple hours. Brooke wants to look at apartments. She asked if we could watch the baby."

"What?"

"Yeah I guess they want to move out—"

"She's not moving out." Beyoncé jumped in, eyebrows set into a deep frown.

"What?" Ryan asked. "I thought you'd like that."

Beyoncé just shook her head, looking over at the baby monitor. "Brooke can't take care of a baby on her own."

"I thought it would be good for her. And she'll have—"

"That boy who's like 12? He can barely take his eyes off of her, let alone watching a newborn baby. Uh uh, that's a bad idea," Beyoncé's jaw stiffened already decided.

Ryan wanted to say something but she didn't know if it was her place. The only person Beyoncé trusted seemed to be herself. She'd spent that first week backseat parenting that baby, making sure Brooke was holding the baby correctly, reminding her every time to hold his head. She even double checked the temperature of the milk before anyone fed him. Brooke probably wanted to get away from all that.

Even if Ryan and Brooke made up, there was still Beyoncé and Brooke, who hadn't had a real conversation since she gave birth, both tiptoeing around each other.

Ryan was actually fine with the baby. She wasn't particularly interested in him, but she didn't mind holding him and watching everyone fuss over every little detail of his life. She'd only picked him up a few times but he always seemed to settle in her arms. He was a sweet boy, she thought. He didn't cry too much.

"That baby needs people who can actually take care of him," Beyoncé rolled her eyes as if Ryan had been in on this conspiracy to take her grandkid away.

"You should probably let her know that," Ryan said, not wanting to get in the middle of this. Beyoncé and Brooke had been acting weird the whole week. It was like they were mad at each other but didn't want to argue.

Brooke was definitely mad that Ryan had even shown up but she said nothing, just allowing her to be there. Beyoncé was mad at Brooke because... Ryan didn't know why she was mad actually, just that she'd been acting like this all week.

"I'm gonna get something to eat," Ryan said pulling on some shorts and a tank top.

Beyoncé groaned because that meant she had to get up too and put some clothes on. She rolled her eyes watching Ryan leave and getting herself up and ready for the day ahead.

Then Beyoncé got up to say good morning to the baby, lifting him up and playing with him a little. Then Brooke walked in.

"Morning mom," she said politely.

"Morning Brooke," Beyonce had a smile on her face, but that was because she was playing with the baby.

"Thanks for agreeing to wa-"

"Oh you don't need to move out Brooke bag," Beyoncé cut her off, tugging the baby's legs and smiling.

Brooke shuffled awkwardly. "I just thought it might be better if I did," Brooke was trying not to sound like she was mad but she hated being in this house with her mom and with Ryan.

They weren't even hiding it. Ryan was sleeping in her bed and acting like she lived there. It wasn't like they kissed or did anything like that in front of her but the way they talked and looked at each other made her feel physically sick.

Beyoncé shook her head, her focus still mostly on the baby as she put on a baby voice, talking to both Brooke and the baby. "No my little angel doesn't need to be anywhere else does he?" She said playing with the baby's stomach. "When are you going to give my little baby a name?"

"When we agree of one," Brooke rolled her eyes. "So you won't watch him if I go?" She asked bringing the subject back.

"I'll watch him, but you don't need to go. You have everything you need here and you have help. I don't know why you want to move out."

Brooke sighed again, trying her best not to get upset. Ever since the baby came, she was trying to be nicer to her mom. "I know mom but I just think he needs his own space, I was talking to dad and—"

"Of course it's his fault," Beyoncé put the baby down, tucking him in between the sheets and giving him another set of kisses.

"It's not his fault," Brooke breathed, leaning against the doorframe. "You always wanna blame him for everything."

"I wanna blame him for things he's responsible for."

"Like what? Being there for me? Giving me money for the baby? Actually helping me?" Brooke raised a brow instantly regretting what she'd said.

"Don't you dare tell me I haven't been helping."

"I didn't—"

"Who was in the hospital? Whose hands were you holding when you passed out? Who took care of that baby when you were in surgery? Now you wanna act like you're on your own and it's just your dad who helps you?" Beyoncé's voice raised now remembering how stressful that day was for her, as she led her out of the nursery.

"I know and I'm grateful for that mom, but dad paid for the nursery. He doesn't even live here but-"

"Who paid for your medical bills? Whose house have you been living in?"

"That's why I wanna leave," Brookes hand twitched in her hair now, trying her best not to start yelling at her mom who was acting crazy about this.

"Well you can't"

"Mom...."

"What?"

Brooke sighed. Her mom was officially losing her mind.

—————————[A/N]Thoughts? This was mostly a sex chapter. Bey and Ryan are still just as close (at least for now.) Y'all think Ryan's overstepping with the Brooke stuff or not stepping in enough?

Bey and Brooke? Anyone on Brooke's side? Any thoughts on Levi?

I definitely flipped a coin on the baby's sex because it was gonna be a girl but I figured it's random in real life so why not 😭. The name is so obvious tbh like what else would Brooke name her son?