Grind On Me Baby
1130 Words
Alana's POV
Hunger woke me up around 2am.
I barely ate before going to bed and now my stomach churned and knotted.
I knew I had to get up and look for something, anything at all to eat. I know I was supposed to be comfortable here but I was scared of touching anything, so I contemplated hard before I rolled out of bed.
Amanda was still fast asleep, so I tried not to wake her as I crept out of the room with my phone in my hand in case I needed light. The corridors were unnecessarily long and I saw light from her room hit the dark walls, so I walked to her door and closed it before I headed to the kitchen. Anything goes, be it fruits or snacks.
I crept, unsure of what to expect. When I saw that the kitchen was dark out, I heaved a sigh of relief and began to ransack the fridge. I saw a loaf of bread, chopped strawberries and jam. Tons of milk were in it too, so I proceeded to find my way out in the darkness with my little flashlight. I poured myself a glass then heated up the bread in the microwave.
When I was done, I brought it out and rounded the kitchen to reach for a knife but instead, I hit a wall. A warm wall. No, a warm body. It was seated on a kitchen stool.
“Turn the lights on.” The figure breathed near me and I jerked away as light came on and saw Ryan sitting down, apparently watching me. Wait, had he been here the whole time, watching me?
I felt a cold shiver run down my spine in fear. Why was I even scared? No, I was embarrassed. He caught me trying to make food.
I blinked, unmoving and unable to make my senses work for a second there. He looked behind me and realized what I was there for so he reached for the bread knife behind him and handed it to me.
When I took it and stood, he eyed me.
“Alana, continue with what you were doing.” His voice assaulted my lungs and as if I was being controlled by a remote, I proceeded to do as he ordered.
I walked round the counter and this time, prepared the bread, his hot gaze on me the whole time. Sometimes I shook involuntarily and forgot how to act for no apparent reason. He just made me lose sense of anything really, and he f*****g knew. He watched me struggling with a grin. He was wearing headphones so I guess he had been on a call with someone before I sneaked in.
“Why didn't you tell Doris you were hungry?” He asked in a calm tone, totally unusual of him. He was wearing a white shirt and jean shorts.
I stilled, then raised my head up to match with his gaze.
“Doris?” I asked curiously.
“My oldest stuff, the lady that showed you to your room.”
“Oh,” I nodded to myself in recognition.
“I didn't know where to find her.”
“Why didn't you have dinner before you went to bed? I don't appreciate people preparing food in the middle of the night. It's not ethical.” He scorned.
“I didn't want to do it, I was just so hungry.” I said helplessly. Honestly, it wasn't my style either.
“Continue with what you're doing, don't let me stop you. Pass me a glass of orange juice in the fridge while you're at it.”
I dropped the knife I was using to spread jam on bread and reached for another glass. I got the orange juice from the fridge, poured it into a glass cup and handed it over to him.
Immediately, he sent it down his system, and I gulped as he swallowed, his eyes were locked on mine. When I noticed, I looked away and concentrated on my bread.
When I was done, I wanted to leave with my food, but he stopped me. I made three slices of toast, spread the jam then placed the strawberries on top like a filling.
“Stop. Where do you think you're going? Did I permit you to leave?” He was awfully confusing. So now I need his permission to leave?
“I already felt bad because I was disrupting your call.” I responded truthfully.
“Come here.” He beckoned with his finger and voice. As if under a trance, I walked up to where he sat. He took the plate and glass from my hands and dropped it on the counter. He then grabbed me by my waist and pulled me onto his lap.
This action startled me.
“What do you think you're doing?” I yelled out.
“Shut up and eat.”
Annoyed but hungry, I picked up a slice to eat but he snatched it from me and had the first bite. The hell?
He made a satisfied face, like he was proud of how it came out, like I made it for him when it wasn't the case. I frowned in disappointment, then shot him a disapproving glare. Why would he snatch my food from my hand?
“Open your mouth.” His thick voice shot straight to my core.
“What are you doing?”
“Stop making me repeat myself, Alana.”
My name rolled off his tongue like butter and it suddenly made me feel so hot.
I reluctantly opened my mouth, then he pushed the toast in, in the exact same place he had just bit into. I took a bite and he watched me chew slowly.
He took another bite, the same place I had bitten into. We kept at it until the slice finished, then he fed me milk and we kept drinking from the same places our mouths touched. It felt erotic and my cheeks heated as his eyes never left mine the whole time.
Soon, we cleared the plate and I tried to wriggle out of his laps but he trapped me in place.
“You want to leave? Did you ask for my permission?”
“No but–”
“But nothing, stop trying to leave.” He raised my dress up comfortably and began to trail wet kisses all over my back. I whimpered then shut my mouth as I arched into him helplessly.
He grabbed my t**s from behind and pressed so hard I yelped. Then he whispered into my ears in a husky, disrespectful tone.
“Now you're done eating, feel how hard you've got me now. Grind on me, baby.”
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