Chapter 20:Bent By My Rival

Nadia woke first. Early morning light crept through the curtains of her bedroom. Jonah was still asleep beside her, one arm slung heavy across her waist, his face relaxed in a way she’d never seen in the lab. Peaceful. Warm. Real.

The old panic hit her chest immediately. That familiar urge to slip out quietly, make coffee alone, build some distance before he could wake up and regret last night. Before things got complicated. Before she had to feel everything.

What the hell am I doing? I should get up. Make an excuse. Protect myself.

But she didn’t move. She stayed right there, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing against her skin. Her body reacted anyway. Nipples tightening. Heat blooming low between her legs. She wanted him again. Even after everything they’d done last night.

She turned toward him slowly. Traced her fingers lightly down his chest, over his stomach. He stirred but didn’t wake. She leaned in and kissed his jaw, then his neck, soft at first. Then deeper. Her hand slid lower, wrapping around his cock. He was already half-hard. She stroked him gently, feeling him thicken in her grip.

Jonah made a low sound in his throat. His eyes fluttered open. “Nadia…?”

“Shh,” she whispered, kissing him properly now. Slow. Deep. Hungry. “I need you again.”

He groaned into her mouth, hand sliding into her hair as he kissed her back. Sleepy at first, then waking up fast. His cock hardened fully in her hand. She kept stroking him, thumb brushing over the head, spreading the wetness there.

“Fuck, baby,” he murmured against her lips. “You’re gonna kill me.”

She didn’t stop. Just kept kissing him, touching him, pressing her body against his. Two years of rivalry had left her starving. She climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, grinding down slowly. Her wetness coated his cock as she rocked against him.

Jonah’s hands gripped her thighs. “You’re so wet already. Been thinking about this?”

“Yes,” she admitted, voice shaky. “All night.”

He flipped them suddenly, pinning her beneath him. Kissed her hard, then moved down her body. Sucked on her breasts, biting gently, making her moan. Lower. He spread her thighs wide and buried his face between them.

Nadia cried out, back arching. “Jonah— fuck— yes—”

He ate her like he was starving. Slow, loving licks at first, then greedy. Sucking her clit, pushing his tongue inside her, two fingers curling deep. She gripped his hair tight, hips rolling against his mouth, moaning loud and broken.

“Baby— oh god— you’re so good— don’t stop— I’m gonna come—”

She came hard on his tongue. Shaking. Loud. Thighs clamped around his head as pleasure crashed through her. He kept licking her through it, gentler now, until she was twitching and pushing at him.

“Please— Jonah— I need you inside me—”

He moved back up, kissing her so she could taste herself. Pushed her legs wide and thrust into her in one deep stroke. Nadia moaned loud, nails digging into his back.

“Fuck— yes— fill me up—”

He fucked her deep and steady at first. Eye contact. Real. Emotional. Then harder. The bed creaked under them. She wrapped her legs around him, meeting every thrust.

“Harder— baby— fuck me harder— I’ve wanted this for so long—”

“Take it, baby,” he growled, pounding into her. “This pussy is mine. Two years I’ve wanted to fuck you like this. Hear you moan my name like this.”

She came again, clenching around him, crying out loud. He followed right after, groaning her name as he spilled deep inside her.

They stayed tangled for a minute, breathing hard. Then Jonah kissed her softly. “Shower?”

She nodded.

In the bathroom he pressed her against the sink, kissing her from behind while the water ran. He fucked her there too — slow this time, one hand between her legs rubbing her clit, the other squeezing her breast. She came again moaning against the mirror.

Afterward they went to the kitchen. Nadia tried to make eggs. Stood at the stove in just his t-shirt. Jonah came up behind her, arms around her waist, kissing her neck.

“You’re distracting me,” she laughed, but leaned back into him.

“Good,” he murmured. His hand slid under the shirt, between her legs. She was still wet. Still sensitive. He rubbed her slowly while she tried to flip the eggs.

“Jonah— fuck— the eggs—”

He turned off the stove. Bent her over the counter. Pushed inside her again from behind. Slow, deep thrusts this time.

“Want you to come while you’re making breakfast for me,” he whispered against her ear. “My good girl.”

She moaned, pushing back against him. “Baby— you feel so good— I’m yours— fuck—”

He reached around and rubbed her clit. She came again, trembling, eggs forgotten on the stove. He pulled out, turned her around, and dropped to his knees. Ate her through the aftershocks, making her come one more time on his tongue.

Back in the bedroom he laid her on the bed. Kissed her slow and deep. “Turn over, baby.”

She did. Heart racing. He spread her ass, licked her there first — slow, careful, making her moan into the pillow. Then he pushed inside her ass, slow and gentle at first.

“Fuck— Jonah— it’s so much— baby—”

“You okay?” he asked, voice rough but concerned.

“Yes— don’t stop— I want all of you—”

He fucked her ass deeper, one hand reaching around to rub her clit. She was loud. Filthy. Moaning his name, telling him how full she felt, how much she needed him. They came together again — raw, shaking, completely undone.

Afterward they collapsed tangled in the sheets. Sweaty. Messy. His arms wrapped tight around her. She pressed her face against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“I’m scared,” she whispered. “Wanting you this much. Letting you in like this.”

Jonah held her closer. Kissed her forehead. “Me too. But I’m not running. Not from this. Not from you.”

They talked about the grant while lying there. She shared her files with him officially. He promised they’d keep pushing each other — in the lab and like this.

He had to leave for his session soon. At the door he held her face in both hands and kissed her hard. Deep. Like a promise.

“I’ll be back tonight, baby.”

She nodded, throat tight. “I’ll be here.”

He left.

Nadia closed the door behind him. Leaned against it for a long moment. Smiling. Heart full and scared and alive.

She wasn’t running anymore.

She was waiting for him to come back.