**** 14 left and here's a smut chapter cause it's been a while and cause I'm listening to Weeknd's Earned It and the (2014?) Remix of Beyonce's Crazy In Love. Also I'm low-key {high-key} bad at writing chapters now. I don't even know how to feel about this honestly wow okay ****

*Ryker*

Ronnie was messing around on his phone and I was laying limply beside him.

The bed was as comfortable as I always remember. And the memories - well, they weren't exactly comfortable, but they were enjoyable in a different way.

We had had some damn good times in this bed.

Maybe it was the thrill of the birthday party talking, or maybe it was just that I was in the mood, and Ronnie was as perfect as ever. Though, I wouldn't be opposed to him losing a few layers.

I shifted onto my stomach and lay my leg over Ronnie's, gaining his attention.

He abandoned his phone faster than I expected, as if he knew exactly what I was feeling and thinking.

It was my birthday, I'm sure Luna, Esha and Leah wouldn't give me too much of a hard time for going home tomorrow night.

Oh, there was no doubt about it, they would give me absolute hell. But I didn't care, because Ronnie's eyes were staring into mine, his lips pulled into a delectable smirk.

Using my hand to hold myself up, I leaned over to lightly brush my lips against his, teasingly pulling away whenever he got too close to securing the kiss.

Satisfied when I heard a light whine escape from his throat, I slid my body over his, caging his hips between my legs and moving my hands down his arm to tangle with his, our fingers locking together.

"Ronnie, I want you to show me why I worked so hard to get you." I spoke in a whisper, my lips hovering over his, my eyes locked on his.

He easily pulled his hands free from my grip, moving them to hold my hips. Sitting up, he pressed his forehead against mine, and I quickly pulled his shirt off of him.

"But first, I get to control this."

Pushing on his bare chest, he leaned back onto the bed and I leaned over him.

While my hands roamed his chest, my lips latched onto his neck, trying to get him back for all the hickeys he seemed to be permanently giving me.

His hands moved to my upper thighs, gripping them tightly, and I shuddered when his fingers brushed against my ass, my shorts having ridden up when I had slept.

I had been trying to be in charge, even if for a little bit, because he was always making me feel vulnerable to him, and even though I loved it, I wanted revenge.

But he seemed to have found a way to mess with me without even intending to, and he clenched his hands over my sensitive skin, and the surprise caused me to bite down harder than I meant to, and he groaned in pain. I could hear the mixture of lust and pain in his voice.

I quickly released the tender skin and licked it, trying to soothe the pain.

But it seemed his patience had run out, as he quickly turned us over.

We had hardly even begun, and I was already feeling desperate, so I let him take charge. He always played everything just right.

His lips were terrorizing my neck in no time, and I didn't bother staying quiet; with each bite, I moaned lightly, digging my nails into his back as I made my hips grind into his.

Even if he was expecting it, he still froze for a moment, and I caught the exhale of surprise, his hot breath grazing against my neck.

I grinded into him again, and the vulgar contact had him moving again. His hips quickly found a rhythm pressing into mine.

Maybe it was too fast, as I hardly had a chance to sigh between each contact, but it was also too slow, as I didn't feel enough contact. It was too much and not enough, just as it always was with Ronnie.

He grinded his hips harder, and both of us had to take a moment to gather our breath, our faces red, our bodies shaking.

Our eyes met, glazed over with lust, and our lips crashed together. Our tongues shoved against each other, our teeth fighting to bite each others lips, our lips pressing against each other in speedy bursts.

The desperation was practically pooling off of us. I could smell it, hear it, see it. It was our scents mixed together, musk and sugar and sweat. It was the breathless moans, the needy whines, the heavy exhales.

It was the hazy eyesight, the stars behind our eyelids, the blackness surrounding our sight, the unfocused, glazed over eyes.

It was the sound of our names rolling off each others tongues, light but heavy in desire.

It was the harsh pressure of my hands in his hair, the tight squeeze of his hands on my ass. It was the needy pressures we were putting behind our hips, the heavy grinding of our hips together, it was our bodies pushing together, as if we would combine into one being, a mess of limbs and heated blood and jack-rabbit heartbeats.

The rest of our clothes were discarded in moments, unwanted and unneeded.

We explored our familiar bodies, just as curious and enraptured as the first time we discovered each other intimately and fully.

My hands roamed his chest, his back, his arms, his scalp, his poor, abused scalp, hair tugged so harshly until I was almost scared I would pull a chunk out. My legs brushed against his hips, his legs. My lips tangled with his, explored his cheek, jaw, neck, anywhere I could reach.

His lips attacked my neck, my lips, my chest. His hands held my boobs, my butt, my hips, skated across my stomach, ghosting my sides and holding my back to pull me closer to him. His legs locked my body under his, his hips moving to a slow, sensual rhythm into me.

He moved to a faster rhythm, and I felt my stomach curling as he moved in me, farther and farther.

There were so many sensory details, it was almost overpowering. No, it was perfect.