Where I Belong

Dating. Dating Her, Too.

We got out of the pool a half hour later, with bite marks on my shoulders and neck and a hickey next to RiRi’s ear.

“Yeah, that was probably the best time I’ve been in a pool.” I laughed, picking up my clothes.

“Just wait til we fuck there!” Rihanna giggled, kicking her clothes inside.

“Oh God,” I moaned, trying to imagine the sensation.

“Down girl!” Rihanna laughed as we walked up the stairs for the second time that night.

I grinned as I slapped her ass and ran ahead of her, into her room.

Before she entered, I dropped my clothes next to the door and laid across the white bed, waiting for her to enter. I began to run a hand from my waist up towards my chest, and back down again.

Rihanna stepped through the door as my hand brushed over my exposed pussy.

I grinned as she followed my hand.

“Nooooo!” I protested as she walked next to the bed, “I gotta host a party tomorrow, and it’s already like what? 4?”

I pulled her in by the waist, making her sit in front of my stomach. Beginning to kiss her thighs, I asked in between kisses, “What?” “Party?”

“Some Charity Benefit.” She rolled her eyes.

I kept kissing her thighs. She rolled her head and touched the spot where the hickey was forming, “Now I’m gunna look like a slut thanks to someone.”

“You’re welcome,” I grinned, still kissing her.

Eventually, I stopped, “You’re not gunna give in, are you?”

She shook her head, “Not tonight, anyways. Oh, and wanna come to my party tomorrow?”

I grinned and sat up, kissing the back of her neck one last time. “I’d be honored.”

I took her hand and led her into the bed. I was laying on my arm, with my other hand around Rihanna’s waist. Her hand was on the side of my chest, our legs in between the other’s.

“I think this is gunna work out,” Rihanna yawned.

“What?” I asked, closing my eyes.

“Us.”

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“Rihanna!” A voice rang through the house. “Rihanna!”

Rihanna moaned quietly, putting the pillow on top of her head.

“Who is it?” I asked her.

“You’ll see.” She moaned through the pillow.

“Robyn Rihanna Fenty!” the voice called again, heading up the stairs.

Rihanna quickly laced her fingers with mine and rolled over, “Good morning. Now it’s time for a rude awakening.” She kissed my quickly.

“Dammit RiRi!” the voice opened the door. It was a woman with thick, black curly hair. “You know we’re supposed to go shopping at- Damn, sorry. Didn’t know anyone was over.”

I pulled the covers up over my exposed breasts and sat up a bit, “Hi, I’m Nikki.”

“I’m Melissa. Nice meeting you. Now dammit Rihanna, get up!” Melissa whipped the duvet off both of us, exposing our naked bodied, intertwined legs and hands.

“You’re fucking her, too?” Melissa grinned, laughing.

“Dating. I’m dating her, too.” Rihanna said through her pillow, holding up a finger. Melissa walked next to Rihanna and pulled the pillow off her face. I got up and put on my bra and thong.