Chapter 18:Bent By My Rival

The department function had been unbearable. Forty minutes of pretending they weren’t watching each other across the room. Forty minutes of polite conversations while Nadia felt his eyes on her like hands. The dark green dress suddenly felt too tight, too revealing. Every time their gazes locked her stomach flipped and heat pooled low between her legs.

When Jonah finally walked over to the drinks table, she didn’t move away.

They barely spoke. Just stood there, close enough that his arm brushed hers. The tension was so thick she could barely breathe.

“You look…” he started, voice low.

“Don’t,” she said. But her eyes dropped to his mouth.

They left together twenty minutes later. No discussion. Just a silent agreement in the way he held the door for her and she didn’t argue.

The car ride to her apartment was quiet except for the sound of their breathing. His hand rested on the gear shift, close to her thigh. She wanted to touch it. She didn’t. The ache between her legs had been building for weeks. For years.

At her building she got out. He did too. Walked her to the door like it was normal.

She stopped at the threshold. Heart hammering. “Come in.”

Jonah looked at her. Really looked. “You sure?”

“No,” she said honestly. “But I want you to.”

The second the door closed behind them, everything broke.

Nadia grabbed his shirt and pulled him down into a kiss. Hard. Hungry. Two years of biting words and stolen glances and pure fucking frustration poured out of her. Jonah groaned into her mouth, backing her against the wall, hands gripping her waist like he was afraid she’d disappear.

“Fuck, Nadia,” he breathed against her lips. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

She moaned, pressing her body against his, feeling how hard he already was. “Then stop talking and show me.”

They stumbled toward her bedroom, kissing like they were trying to consume each other. His hands roamed down her back, gripping her ass, pulling her tighter. She tugged at his shirt, desperate for skin. They left a trail of clothes behind them.

By the time they reached the bed they were mostly naked. Jonah pushed her down gently, crawling over her. His mouth found her breasts immediately, sucking hard on one nipple while his hand squeezed the other. Nadia arched off the bed with a loud moan.

“Jonah— fuck— yes—”

He switched sides, sucking and biting gently, leaving marks. She gripped his hair, hips rolling up against him, needing more. So much more.

He moved lower. Kissed down her stomach. Spread her thighs wide and looked up at her for one second — eyes dark, hungry, almost reverent — before he buried his face between her legs.

Nadia cried out. Loud. Unrestrained. His tongue licked through her soaked folds, slow at first, then greedy. Sucking her clit hard, pushing his tongue inside her, two thick fingers joining in, curling deep.

“Jonah— oh my god— right there— baby— don’t stop—” She was moaning so loud she didn’t care who heard. Grinding against his face, chasing the pleasure. Two years of wanting this, hating him, needing him — it all crashed together.

He groaned against her pussy. “So fucking wet, baby. Been thinking about tasting you for years. You taste even better than I imagined.”

She came hard. Sudden. Shaking. Thighs clamping around his head as she cried out his name, flooding his mouth. He kept licking her through it, slower, drawing every aftershock out until she was twitching and pushing at his shoulders.

“Too much— Jonah— please—”

He climbed back up, kissing her deep so she could taste herself. She reached down and wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking him. He was so hard. Leaking. She wanted him inside her more than she’d ever wanted anything.

“Inside me,” she whispered against his mouth. “Now. Please.”

Jonah positioned himself between her legs and pushed in slowly. Deep. The stretch made her moan loud and broken. He buried his face in her neck, breathing hard.

“Fuck, Nadia— you’re so tight— so perfect—”

He started moving. Deep, steady thrusts at first. Then harder. She wrapped her legs around him, nails digging into his back, meeting every thrust.

“Harder— Jonah— fuck me harder— I’ve wanted this for so long—” The words spilled out messy and desperate. She didn’t care. She was loud. Filthy. Completely lost.

He gave it to her. Pounding into her, one hand gripping her hip, the other braced beside her head. “That’s it, baby. Take my cock. Two years I’ve wanted to fuck the attitude right out of you. Moan for me— let me hear you.”

“Yes— fuck— I’m yours— oh god— I’m coming again—” She shattered around him, clenching hard, crying out loud enough the neighbors probably heard. Jonah groaned, thrusting through it, chasing his own release.

They didn’t stop there.

He flipped them so she was on top. She rode him slow and deep at first, grinding, watching his face. Then faster. His hands squeezed her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples. She leaned down and kissed him messy, sucking on his bottom lip.

“Baby— you feel so good inside me,” she moaned. “I’ve never— fuck— I’ve never felt like this.”

He thrust up to meet her, hands gripping her ass. “Me neither. You’re everything, Nadia. Everything.”

They came together that time. Loud. Shaking. Her face buried in his neck as she moaned through it, his arms wrapped tight around her like he’d never let go.

Afterward they stayed tangled. Sweaty. Breathing hard. His cock still inside her, softening slowly. Jonah stroked her back with gentle fingers. She pressed her face against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“This is terrifying,” she whispered after a long time. Voice small. “Wanting you this much. Letting you see me like this.”

Jonah held her tighter. Kissed the top of her head. “I know, baby. I’m scared too. But I’m not going anywhere. Not after this.”

She believed him. For the first time in years, she let herself believe it.

They fell asleep like that — tangled together, legs intertwined, his arm around her waist. No space between them. No taped line. Just skin and breath and two years of everything finally unleashed.